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Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiro-Sex-Part-Extra
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t Own Big Hero Six, All Hail the mouse
Hiro Yamada was quite content with his life as it was. He was a superhero, he had a collection of great friends and a loving family. A robot best friend and a super-hot, super sexy Superhero girlfriend… who was sort of all of the above actually. Hiro and Gogo have been an under the radar thing for quite a while now. Nobody knew of course, but that didn’t matter… in fact it seemed to spice it up a little.
He would normally be hanging out with all his friends but unfortunately, he was working on his lab project for school. A hyper-realistic VR simulation… which was being very un-helpful… to be fair he hadn’t touched it since his relationship with Gogo first began, back when he was a lovesick puppy so desperate for her attention that he actually made a virtual Gogo to… ‘satisfy’ his desires.
Of course, it was no comparison to the REAL Gogo, so he sort of forgot about her in the depths of his VR computer… but that’s neither here nor there.
“How’s it looking Hiro?” asked Wasabi, sticking his dreadlock head out from the back of the computer he was fiddling with, installing old Obake tech actually. The man might have been morally compromised but his technology was brilliant. Wasabi had offered to help Hiro get his tech up and running, there was no rule against outside help for his project… it was due in a couple of days after all.
…In point of fact, he had two weeks to work on it but between Hero work, Gogo, helping his aunt Cass, Gogo, helping out Fred, and even more Gogo… he was running behind. Luckily he repurposed his VR tech to help him with that… B+ at least.
“It’s looking good Wasabi.” Hiro replied, taking off his VR glasses with his bulky gloves. Grinning at his big friend. “Thanks for helping me.”
Wasabi twisted in one last glossy-looking tube into the computer and shut it. “It’s the least I could do after the Fred incident.” He replied, before staring off into the distance of the far lab wall. “Never again.” he replied cryptically as Hiro patted his arm. “Anyway!” he jumped back to reality. “So this will project images?”
“Yeah. I’m hoping that eventually, we could apply not only to telecommunications tech but eventually to our own superhero gear.” He tapped the side of the VR visor which immediately projected a tiny dancing Baymax as Wasabi-
“Awwwww!” he cooed at it as the Baymax continued to wiggle and jiggle, doing a sort of awkward shuffle. “You know how Mr. Banner feels about cute things…” he added seriously as Hiro shrugged.
“I just need a passing grade.” He replied casually, “After the week we had… wooo…” he said shaking his head, “It’s the best I can do.” He put the Visor down and the dancing Baymax clicked off. “I’m just going to play with some software and head home. I want to make sure that Obake tech we used to upgrade our computer has no glitches…”
“Alright then… want me to wait I can give you a ride? It’s supposed to pour later.” He said, glancing out the window at the ominous dark clouds… it was night outside so it was dark to begin with, but now the clouds were extra dark.
“Nah It’s fine.” Hiro said, “Thanks Wasabi, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Wasabi clapped a hand on Hiro’s shoulder, grabbed his things, and promptly left the lab. Hiro yawned and stretched. Judging by the ominous rumble outside and the flashes of lightning in the distance there was a VERY good chance it would be storming by the time he left… luckily there was a perfectly good couch in the lab rec room he could borrow if necessary.
He shuffled and coded his data really quick, the sound of thunder and rain soon crashing against the windows of the lab as he yawned again. He must have been more tired than he thought. “Hwaaaaah!” he double-clicked on a file folder and blinked. “Oh… right… that’s still there.” He mumbled
The ‘Robo Gogo’ data was still on his VR computer, he had long forgotten about it and Gogo herself was rather irate about it when she found out he had coded her. But he never really had the heart to delete it he put a lot of work into it…
“Sup.”
“AAGH!!” he jumped suddenly as lightning crashed outside. His heart rapidly beating as he spun in his chair to see his totally secret Girlfriend Gogo Tomago gazing coolly at him, her hands in her tight pants pockets, wearing a slightly wet black jacket. POP! She blew a bubble of gum as it popped on her soft puckered lips.
“…Nice to see you too.” She smirked coolly as Hiro sighed.
“Oh… Gogo, what are you doing here?” she shrugged.
“I was bored.”
“…Yeah?” she eyed him suspiciously as he cleared his throat.
“Yeah.” She replied, “…That and the Cheerleader Trio asked me to edit another of their videos… but since you’re here.” She replied smugly as he sighed, “You can do it for me…”
The ‘Cheerleader Trio’ were a group of college cheerleaders and amateur pornstars. Big Hero 6 saved them once, and they were huge fans of ‘Captain Cutie’ the unfortunate Fanfic nickname of Hiro’s Superhero persona. After a brief one-sided animosity between them and Gogo, mostly Gogo FOR SOME REASON, they became friends… and as previously mentioned they’re amateur pornstars, Gogo edits their videos sometimes. Especially videos where they roleplay with their own ‘Captain Cutie’.
His name’s Steve, but Gogo doesn’t really care about him… she just likes screwing with Hiro. In more ways than one.
“Come on Gogo I’m just trying to finish my project before the storm…” he replied exasperatedly
CRACKLE BOOM!!!
“That. Does that…” he said as the lightning lit up the lab and the thunder crackled and boomed.
Gogo rolled her eyes as she took a USB drive and plugged it into his computer as it immediately began to copy the files on it. “Look we both know how this is going to go down…” she said as he sighed, “Just get it on your computer and do a few nips and tucks… this one is supposed to star Brittney as a Super Bimbo villain to Captain Cutie.
“I hate you.” Hiro sighed, blushing furiously. Brittney was particularly ‘gifted’ in certain areas… ‘Super Bimbo’ aptly describes her.
“You love me.” She declared, poking his face as the amateur videos showed up in the file folder containing ‘Robo Gogo’. She blinked at it, and scowled. “Hey.” She glared at him as he froze nervously. “I thought I told you to delete that.”
“…But I worked so hard on it.” he replied sheepishly as she glared. “Oh come on that was WEEKS of work!” he replied piteously.
“Uh huh, perv work… you little stalker. Delete it.”
BOOOM CRACKLE! The windows actually rattled with the rain and the wind. Thunder and lightning blasted loudly outside as the storm seemed to focus directly over the building.
“…Uuuugh.” He grumbled, “All that work…” he clicked the data file and slowly dragged it towards the recycle bin.
“Uh huh, hurry it up or you don’t get access to THIS.” She declared, gesturing to herself. “For a week.”
It was a no-brainer, even if it still hurt him to do it. But he dragged the datafile quickly over the video files of the ‘scenes’ Gogo was going to have him edit… as CRACK! BOOOOM!!
The lights flickered and for half a second, the files MERGED… before everything went dark.
“…Well, that’s just great.” Hiro sighed, “Good thing I saved everything. He replied in the dark, “…Getting home is going to be a nightmare…”
“Uh huh.” Gogo replied, suddenly twisting her fist into his shirt. “…Shame, we’re just going to have to make do until the weather lets up…” she then pulled him from the chair. “…Whatever shall we do?” she asked lazily, “…I have some suggestions…” she added as she led him expertly to the rec room.
“Yes please…” he said, grinning stupidly in the dark as his girlfriend dragged him off to make him ABSURDLY happy. They shut the door, keeping the rec room all to themselves as the lightning flashed…
…………………The VR visor flicked to life about an hour later as the power came back on… then it sparked. In most comic books this is usually the moment where a supervillain is created… that’s a matter of opinion.
The burst with light as feet began to form, followed by thick, shapely legs, wide hips, plump ass, waspy waist, bimbo breasts, long black and purple hair, pouty lips and large glossy eyes with long eyelashes.
But her face was distinctly that of one Gogo Tomago… but Bimbofied.
She blinked around curiously, then ran her hands over her body as the VR visor sparked and spurted… then turned off. But she was still there, dressed in a modest but tight purple bikini… she raised her arms, and STRETCHED her body. “MMMMN!!!” she moaned, bending forward, running her hands from her feet, up her shapely legs, then clapped loudly on her ass cheeks as her big bimbo breasts bounced. She smiled to herself, “Oooh…” she breathed she then put a finger to her lips, and ran her tongue around it. “Ahhh…”
“Hee-hee-hee!” she twirled on her foot before raising her arms above her head and bouncing in place. “Ha-ha-ha!” she laughed, letting her big tits jiggle up and down. “AH!” she cupped her tits and moaned sensually, “…Captain Cutie…” she breathed lovingly, “MMn… I’m going to SMOTHER YOU!” she giggled, squeezing her breasts, “Cuddle you!” she wiggled her hips, “And LOVE you!” she stretched and gyrated her body to nobody in particular… as Obake’s symbol flickered on her stomach.
“MMN!” Gogo suddenly opened the door to the rec room. Heading towards the Little sexy chick’s room, she spent the last hour cuddling her exhausted secret boyfriend, and she needed to freshen up… However she paused. Staring wide eyed at the stunned Bimbo Gogo. They locked eyes for a moment as Bimbo Gogo smiled sweetly at her.
“Hi! Do you know where I can find Captain Cutie?” she spoke with Gogo’s voice, but higher pitched and with a sweet velvety sound to it. It disgusted her…
Gogo stared at her, her brow increasingly narrowing and her scowl deepening. “HIROOOOOO WHAT DID YOU DO!?” she yelled, turning back into the Rec Room and smacking her adorably doozing boyfriend awake.
“Ah! Ow! Hey! Wha?!-Gogo! Why?!” he whimpered. But froze as a pair of tits walked through the door to the rec room followed by a very, VERY blessed in the body Gogo looking woman. Her tits and ass wobbling in the purple bikini as she smiled at him.
“Hi! I’m looking for Captain Cutie.”
“….Ooooooh no.” Hiro whimpered, “No-no! I did NOT do that!” he declared, throwing his hands up to defend himself from Gogo’s wrath. But he froze as he saw Obake’s symbol flicker on Robo Gogo’s stomach. “Oh no…” he mumbled
“Two years Hiro! You went TWO YEARS without endangering the city!”
“S-She hasn’t endangered anyone yet!” he replied pouting, “It doesn’t count unless she blows something up!-OW!” she hit him again as Bimbo Gogo smiled at them both.
“Where did she come from?!”
“I-I don’t know!” Hiro rolled off the couch scrambling to his feet to inspect the Bimbo version of his girlfriend. “Um… uh…” he eyed her quickly up and down. “She… kinda looks like what would happen if you and Brittney did a fusion dance… ow!” Gogo whacked him again.
“Where did she come from Hiro!?” she replied as the lights flickered again with the crashing thunder and lightning outside, Bimbo Gogo was briefly fascinated with the pretty lights.
“I-I don’t…” he cringed, wracking his mind. “…Obake’s tech, mixed with my VR visor… My sim data and your PORN FRIENDS!” he declared irately, pointing at Gogo. “There must have been something we missed in Obake’s tech that did… that!” he gestured to Bimbo Gogo currently leaning over a table with her big plump ass pointed towards them watching the rain outside…
At least they know that she got something from Gogo apart from her face.
“…Alright. Assuming I accept that insane reasoning…” Gogo brushed her purple bangs out of her face, before she hit him EXTRA hard!
“OW!!”
“Why would you use OBAKE’S TECH!!” she screamed at him as he flinched.
“…Not… one of my better ideas…” he replied eyeing Bimbo Gogo as the ‘woman’ turned. Her big bouncy breasts wobbling as she smiled sweetly at them. Arguably not one of his better ideas considering the results… but he wasn’t going to say that out loud.
“You just Weird Scienced a woman!” Gogo shouted at him, “WHO LOOKS LIKE ME!!” she snarled as Hiro cringed under her furious glare.
“Excuse me.” They froze and turned to Bimbo Gogo who smiled, putting her hands on her hips and sticking out her big chest. “…But do you two know where I can find Captain Cutie?”
“…No.”
“Why?” Gogo asked as Bimbo Gogo tossed her long purple and black hair.
“Because I’m going to compel him under my power!” she declared, pushing her tits out. “With my body and his adorableness nobody will stop us!”
“…And how exactly are you going to do that?”
“Fuck him until he explodes!” she replied casually as Gogo nodded her head, slowly…
“…Wait right here.” She then dragged Hiro back into the rec room and slammed the door. “She’s a porn scene!”
“What?” Hiro replied, furiously red.
“That’s why she looks like me and Brittney! The porn files I gave you were with Brittney doing that exact Scenario! Your pervert Copy of me merged with that data and now we have her!”
“Okay. First of all, that porn scene doesn’t make any sense.”
“It’s PORN who cares?!” she hissed.
“Second of all. You watched all of that?” he replied curiously.
“Of course, I did, I was going to edit it myself before I made you do it.”
“So… what does this mean?”
“…Maybe if we give her Captain Cutie to… finish the scene, she’ll go away?” Gogo theorized
“What? How does that make sense?!”
“There is a walking, talking, BIMBO version of ME! In that room!” she pointed to the door, glaring at him. “I am NOT letting her walk around with my face! We need to get rid of her! SO!” she pulled out her communicator and began furiously jabbing at it, summoning Skymax with his costume. “We try it my way first. Before we go dark.” She said… darkly.
“Dark?” he asked nervously as Skymax teleported the containers to their location.
“…We’re the only ones who know she’s here…” Gogo added seriously, “…I know where the gardeners keep the shovels.”
“Your way first! We’ll try that!” he replied nervously putting on his costume.
Bimbo Gogo was mildly fascinated with an adorable picture of Mochi the cat when Hiro threw the door open and jumped out, posing heroically, “Stop right there! You-… uh… what’s your name?” he asked, realizing that he’d only been referring to her as ‘Bimbo Gogo’ mentally… and he KNEW if he called her that Gogo would hurt him… badly.
“Ha!” she gasped adorably, jiggling voluptuously as she held her hand over her mouth, “CAPTAIN! CUTIE!” she smiled sensuously at him… unfortunately with Gogo’s face, it caught him off guard. “It was only a matter of time until we met!” she leapt forward, her big tits jiggling as she posed. “I am the Bouncing Babe! And you shall fall to my Buoyant Body!”
“The Bouncing Babe? Seriously?... those girls need a professional writer…” he mumbled, “WHOA!” a pair of big soft breasts suddenly smashed into his helmet, and he was tackled to the floor. Pinned beneath a exuberantly sexualized version of his girlfriend.
“Aaaaah…” she moaned exotically, her oddly long tongue hanging from her mouth as saliva dripped down onto his facemask as he fidgeted, pinned beneath her body as she subtly writhed on top.
When Gogo made him watch porn of the Cheerleader Trio Hiro felt NOTHING… except embarrassment. He didn’t get mind-bendingly aroused or have an uncontrollable urge to masturbate. He wasn’t really into porn… why? Because of GOGO… Hiro. LOVED. Gogo and she revved his engines like no other… Gogo was better than porn.
But here is the problem
On top of him. RIGHT NOW. Was a sexualized fantasy OF Gogo… In other words, Hiro was turned on… his length was bulging against his suit, throbbing against Bimbo Gogo’s crotch. He wasn’t calling her the Bouncing Babe.
“You can’t defeat… ugh Captain Cutie like this! Ooh…” he blinked behind his mask as a pair of big soft breasts smothered his helmet. Rubbing against it as he blushed, “Those are… wow they’re real.” He breathed amazed, “…I mean they would totally be fake in real life but… they’re real! Your real!” she pulled away smiling at him as her heavy body wormed on him. “…You’re real.” He replied breathlessly. “…Oh uh.”
“Alright now!” Gogo suddenly walked out holding what looked like a view master with FRED written all over it. “I want you to have fun here, girl.” She said quickly as she looked into the ‘camera’. “What are you looking at me for? We’ll fix all this in post. Now come on.”
Bimbo Gogo looked confused for a second but then she smiled, and reached behind her back to tug at her bikini string as it fell away exposing her HUGE tits to the world. “…Son of a bitch.” Mumbled Gogo dejectedly at their size as Bimbo Gogo ran her hands over her breasts.
“I heard you like big TITS Captain Cutie!” she teased as Hiro blinked. “Well actually I-“ Hiro was a FIRM Gogo ass lover. “MGh!” she pressed her bare tits back on his helmet, her nipples threatening to pierce through. “…I see their appeal-OW!” Gogo kicked his leg. “This was your idea!” he hissed conspiratorially as Bimbo Gogo moaned, embracing his head as she stuffed his helmet between them.
“Don’t enjoy it too much!” Gogo replied as Bimbo Gogo released ‘Captain Cutie’ before getting to her feet, pulling him with her as she put him against the wall. She turned around, bending over and-
Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap… her big gogo shaped ass began to CLAP and Hiro… well Hiro was losing this battle of wills VERY quickly. “Hee-hee-hee!” she slammed that mass of ass on his waist, feeling his bulge as he pressed his hands to the wall, desperate to resist smacking that Gogo ass on instinct.
No matter how much Gogo loved him she still HATED having her ass smacked. He got one ass smack a month and he did NOT want to waste it on Bimbo Gogo, somehow believing that Gogo would count that.
“Do it Captain Cutie I know you want tooooo…” she teased, “I LIKE IT…” she replied viciously sweet as she gripped her ankles and her ass cheeks wobbled tantalizingly against his stiff body and stiffer cock, clapping loudly against his suit and threatening to bounce it right off his body. “Smack my big FAT ASS…” she hissed tantalizingly.
Suddenly Hiro’s hand was moving on it’s own. SMACK!”
“Ha!” she gasped erotically, her hands sliding up her legs. Her head rolling back, facing ahead as she moaned. “MMGnh! Do it again…” she whined. SMACK! “Ahh…” her ass cheeks wobbled as Hiro’s gloved hands clapped onto her pillowy cheeks. They rippled with firm elasticity… that was Gogo’s ass alright. His hands clapped onto Bimbo Gogo’s ass, pushing her forward so her hands pressed on the floor.
“Ooh~! Captain Cutie you’re so STRONG!” she cooed excitedly, as she pushed back against him. Feeling his bulge growing against her bikini bottoms as her big breasts swayed beneath her. “Ooh!” she suddenly lurched forward, spreading her legs apart as she did a perfectly balanced handstand… and considering her body proportions that was quite an impressive feat. “But you’re a bad boy Captain Cutie, I’m supposed to seduce you!”
Her legs shot up and she flexibly flipped backward to her feet, that was the cheerleader in her apparently. She turned, running her hands up over her nipples, lifting her bimbo breasts up before letting them drop. “Mnn.” She squatted down, gazing up at him as she rubbed his bulge. “…It smells so good.” She buried her face into his crotch, “I want it! I want it Captain Cutie!”
…Hiro was a LOT of things. He was a genius. He was a good Person. He was a very devoted boyfriend: although one would say that was borderline obsessive puppy love… but one thing he certainly was, was weak.
Gogo was BEGGING for his cock. Bimbo Gogo she maybe but she looked and sounded like Gogo… and Gogo did not beg.
“Oh you are in so much trouble later.” Real Gogo declared irately as Hiro’s crotch piece opened up. Which it shouldn’t do unless he wanted it, or it was blasted off. Which it kind of was at the speed Hiro’s cock burst forth to get into Bimbo Gogo’s mouth.
“Ah! MMGh!” she smiled seductively up at him as her head began sliding back and forth. Slobbering on his dick, her saliva dripping down her onto her big wobbling breasts as she rocked back and forth. “MMgh! Mmngh! MMn…” she buried her face into his costume as she jerked her head left and right. Her oddly long Tongue, not Gogo’s, slithered out to squirm and writhe in his pants. Breathing heavily against him as she inhaled his scent and tasted his sack… “MMngh!” she moaned happily, gazing lovingly up at him. “MWAH!” she popped off, his cock throbbing against her face. “It’s SOOOO yummy!” her long tongue danced and salivated against his length. “Ahh”
Hiro’s hands were in her purple and black hair, but his cock was twitching excitedly as she cupped her big tits in her hands and wrapped them around his cock. “My big SOFT titties are made just for this!” she giggled, squeezing them firmly as she bounced them up and down. The very tip peaking out from between her breasts as they smacked against his waist.
Hiro moaned, his head rolling back and his helmet clacking against the wall as he long tongue flicked on his tip. He pushed against her heavy breasts as the rhythm of her smacking mummeries echoed through his body.
“It’s okay Captain Cutie! Just cum all over my big titties!” she giggled, “Then we can do this everyday! Over and over!” she licked his quivering tip. “But make sure you cum only on my titties!” she warned, “Shoot your big, thick load all over my big soft titties!” She wrapped her arms around her breasts and squeezed tightly, “MMGH! Ahh!!”
“Ugh! NNGH!!” he pushed into her cleavage and his cum shot onto her face. “Haa-! G-Gogo!!” he grunted, cumming on her hard. Do you have any idea how often Hiro got to cum on Gogo’s face? He’s NEVER cum on Gogo’s face. “Take all my cum!” he gasped, holding her head in one hand and thrusting his hips towards her face.
“Noooo~!” she whined, “Not my face!” she opened her mouth, cupping her hands to make sure every drop that sprayed towards her landed on her pretty Gogo face. “Noo… that’s my one weakness!”
“Then why did you titfuck him?!” hissed Gogo. “…Porn logic.” She mumbled, rubbing her head.
“I lose all my powers!” she suddenly fell back on the floor, spreading her legs wide as she exposed herself. Tugging at the side ties of her bikini bottoms as they fell away to expose her smoothly shaven lower body. “If you were to do anything to me now Captain Cutie I’d be unable to stop you!” she whined.
Hiro’s cock jumped back to life, as Bimbo Gogo spread herself. Real Gogo glared at him, crossing her arms across her less impressive comparatively chest. Oh he was going to die for this… might as well live then.
Hiro fell on top of Bimbo Gogo who gasped, her arms submissively pressed to the floor above her head as she wiggled her lower body against his throbbing cock. “Noo~!” she whined, but her body desperately said yes, thrusting her very wet pussy against his length. “I’ll lose all my seductress powers if you cum inside me after giving me a facial! Aaah!!” she gasped happily, shaking as Hiro penetrated her, cupped her huge titties in his hands and began to thrust wildly. “C-Captain! Cutie! You’re so GOOD!” she cried out.
“GHh! Ahah-aaah!” Hiro thrust deep into Bimbo Gogo, she was tight, warm and moist, looked and sounded just like Gogo, and her tits were bigger than his head and SO much fun to squeeze. Wrapping his arms around them both, burying his helmet into her cleavage… mindlessly thrusting his hips against her as her insides clung tightly to him.
Her cum covered face contorted in pleasure as her mouth opened and her long tongue wagged out like a dying serpent. “Haa-aagh! Don’t cum inside me Captain Cutie!” she squealed delightedly, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Don’t cum inside! I’ll be a good girl!”
“Aah!!! GOGO!!” he buried his length into her, burying his face into her pillowy tits. Shaking in pleasure as her legs squeezed and she squealed. Bimbo Gogo gasped erotically, going limp as she twitched… Hiro thrust deep into her body before removing his helmet and just motorboating the shit out of her big Bimbo breasts. They laid like that for a good long while until closed his eyes exhaustedly, moaning contentedly into her cleavage… she smelled just like Gogo too, covered in cum at the moment but semantics.
“You done fucking fake me?” Hiro was suddenly very awake.
“Oh… right.” He whimpered, “...I forgot.”
Gogo grabbed him and yanked him from Bimbo Gogo, still lying on the floor and shaking slightly her body sticky and erotically posing as she moaned in content.
“…She’s still here.” Hiro noted, trying desperately to get off the subject.
“…Yep.” Other Gogo noted, “…Why is she still here?” she added as Hiro blinked, she dropped him as he wobbled. “She came out of your visor right?” she asked as they both glanced at the slightly fizzy visor.
“…Yeah… that’s actually kind off weird. She should only be a projection, but she is Definitely real!” he noted as Gogo smacked the back of his helmeted head. “Ow!”
“Well? Let’s get a look then?” Hiro went to his computer, and frowned finding little to no response.
“…The power surge must have fried it.” he replied sadly, “It’ll take me all night to figure out what’s wrong…”
“Or we check the obake tech you installed.” She declared intelligently, before practically tearing the computer open as Hiro sighed sadly. “…Hiro…” she said, suddenly yanking what looked like an old fashioned TV tube from the computer. “…Did you really install this?” she glared at him as he blinked at it.
“Yeah it was with the rest of the junk…”
“…This was a tube of nanites. I thought we turned all of the dangerous stuff to the police!”
“But the nanites were deactivated they wouldn’t have… ooooooh the power surge…” he hissed softly to himself. “…They got into the computer and now… we have that.” he said, eyeing Bimbo Gogo… who was now snoring.
“…I could get the shovels.”
“Gogo!” he replied indignantly.
“She has my face Hiro!” she poked at his chest hard, he felt it through his armor. “And YOU…” she sneered, “Got REALLY attached!” she glared dangerously.
“…We can’t just… you know, do THAT to her… she’s alive! Like Baymax.”
She sighed. “…Not cool Hiro.” She said, glaring at her bimbo doppleganger. “…Well… what do we do with her?”
Hiro stared at her then cringed, “…I think… I have an idea?”
“…Well let’s drag her to the showers first… grab and arm.” They reached down, picking up the contentedly cooing Nanobot copy of Gogo. “With any luck she’ll short out and melt.”
She did not…
1 week later.
“Welcome to the Lucky Cat Café!” smiled the beautiful busty woman behind the counter, her long black hair had been dyed an odd blue and her large bimbo breasts stretched out the barista apron and T-Shirt. “My name is Mimi! Can I take your order?” And as with all recent patrons, they were too busy staring at the sexy girl in the tight T-shirt and the short-shorts to pay attention.
“I still think Mimi is a dumb name.” Gogo grumbled as ‘Mimi’ assisted Aunt Cass with taking orders. After she started working at the Café business jumped 20 percent.
“She picked it.” Hiro replied dejectedly.
After they washed and rinsed her off, Bimbo Gogo was distinctly cheerful, friendly, and innocent. After her ‘scene’ with Captain Cutie she relatively became her own person. But since they couldn’t really call her ‘GoGo’ or ‘Brittney’ or something between the two (Bobo? Gittney? NO.) they went through a few before she finally shouted "Me! Me! I have a name idea!" waving her hand to be selected. Her own name idea was terrible but Hiro came up with Mimi and she had adapted to it quickly…
They claimed she was a distant cousin of Gogo, trying out a new life in San Fransokyo. The brief time she stayed with Gogo and Honey Lemon was… questionable but Honey Lemon didn’t seem to mind.
Gogo scowled as Mimi smiled and waved to them at their table, they waved back. “…She can’t live with me and Honey Lemon forever.” She mumbled, “She will drive me insane…” then she glared at him. “And I don’t care what Aunt Cass says, she is NEVER living with you two…” Hiro blushed but grinned stupidly.
A jealous Gogo was a GREAT Gogo… but he’d never tell her that if he wanted to keep all his teeth… and his girlfriend.
“Well… good news, sort off. I kinda fixed that.” he checked his watch. “We know some girls who would be HAPPY to have a new roommate…”
Gogo blinked, then smirked as the door to the café opened. “Welcome to Lucky Cate Café!” repeated Mimi. As Brittney, Maxie and Shawna walked in, dressed casually.
“Haa!” gasped Brittney, bouncing to the counter and smiling at Mimi. “I LOVE your shirt! It’s so cute!” their tits were so big together they were almost touching across the counter.
“I love your shoes!” Mimi replied, glancing at the pretty pink heels as they gushed over each other. “They look great!”
“That the girl?” Maxie asked as Hiro nodded.
“Yep.” He replied grinning stupidly at the amateur pornstars.
“And she doesn’t mind what we do?” Shawna asked as Brittney and Mimi became fast friends. They were practically twin sisters after all. In body at least.
“You could say she was made for it.” Gogo mumbled, shaking her head.
“Yeah Alright. We’ll try her out.” Maxie grinned, “Thanks handsome.” She said as Hiro smiled stupidly at her, then flinched as Gogo grabbed his junk subtly under the table and squeezed.
“NNgh…” he whimpered as the Cheerleader Trio and Mimi started talking. “…Sorry ma’am…” he mumbled.
Gogo sipped her coffee, “…Just try to remember Hiro… there’s only ONE me…” she glanced at him, her eye twinkling playfully. “Accept no substitutions…”
“Yes ma’am.” He mumbled as she finished her coffee.
“Cass! I’m taking my break!” Mimi smiled, as the remaining patrons sighed sadly, and together with the Cheerleader Trio they happily chatted and skipped back out of the café. “Bye Gogo! Bye Captain Cutie!”
“That’s not my name Mimi!” Hiro blushed indignantly, trying to hide his face. The patrons chuckled, the regulars shaking their heads. As if Hiro could be ‘Captain Cutie’. Mimi was a sweet girl but not too bright…
End
I felt in the mood to write some Gogo x Hiro, and Originally I was going to put this up as a seperate chapter. but since it was a continuation of THIS story I figured what would be the point? So here it is... that and I couldn't think up a decent name for it. my best was Robo Gogo the Bimbo.
Anyway I also wanted to use 'Robo Gogo', Cheerleading Pornstar Britney, and yet more Hiro x Gogo so... best of all words. Now we got Mimi... |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-1
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own…Big hero six. All hail the mouse.
And for all intents and purposes everyone is of age...
Most young boys around the age of 12 discover truly for the first time. Girls. Become truly interested in girls around 14 or 15 seeking to ‘date’ or ‘hang out’ with girls… Actively looking to experience sex at 16, 17 and 18… generally speaking puberty is a bit of a bitch… ‘Most young boys’ don’t apply to boy geniuses. Usually. Especially when those boy geniuses tend to be in the ‘secretly a superhero’ category.
Hiro Hamada, formerly 'boy' now 'TEEN genius'. Secret leader and tech guy of the superhero team Big Hero Six. See our boy Hiro didn’t exactly notice girls his age, that’s fair. Some are late bloomers, some never bloom at all. Hiro, AMAZINGLY, always thought with his ‘main brain’ as opposed to his ‘second brain’.
However, not even our boy could resist the subtle siren call of one Gogo. Tomago.
Now don’t get confused, the beautiful older woman was NOT actively calling to Hiro. But over time, well over the years, Hiro began to feel… urges. Urges that he often told his constant robot companion Baymax to ‘shut up’ about. Hiro comprehended puberty, and he comprehended attraction. He was aware of the science called love, and lust…
But Hiro was a teenager, and teenagers got HORNY.
It honestly all started with a beach trip when Hiro was barely still classified as a ‘boy genius’. All of his friends and Aunt Cass went for a day at the beach of San Fransokyo. Now he’d never experienced before the joys of the beach with a beautiful woman who WASN’T his aunt Cass… Now Honey Lemon, cute, pretty, innocent Honey Lemon was a manic pixie dream girl. But she had no curves to speak of, she wore a simple one-piece with a loose shirt over that… Honey Lemon was SAFE.
But the siren Gogo Tomago… she wore a bikini… that was around the time that our Hiro first felt those ‘urges’.
Gogo was a sexy, SEXY woman… whether she knew it or not. The purple bikini she wore wasn’t necessarily a sexy bikini, it covered all of the important bits adequately, she even wore a loose sash over it. She was as covered up as a woman in a bikini could get… the problem was that she was lusciously voluptuous and had a LOT to cover up. It was very noticeable.
Gogo’s rear for instance, was plump, and firm. You could bounce one of her disks off of it. It wobbled and jiggled just right when she moved. And she was fit, and athletic, with firm muscular arms and sturdy 'daikon radish' like legs… Hiro had caught himself looking at it… A LOT. And her chest was nothing to sneeze at, normally she wore loose clothing around the lab and tight armor over that when in ‘uniform’… but Gogo was pretty ‘blessed’ in the chest department…
And honestly it just sort of got worse from there. Baymax was giving him ‘the talk’ so often that he had to firewall that particular subject in Baymax’s programming. And that was only the beginning… soon he began to notice how TIGHT Gogo wore her armor, or how good her shoulders looked when she wasn’t wearing her jacket in the lab.
Or how MAJESTIC she looked when she was practicing Yoga with Wasabi and Honey Lemon…
Inventors block was absolutely NOTHING to every young man’s wet dream…
What made it worse was that at the end of the day… he didn’t have anyone to TALK to about this... not since Tadashi. Couldn’t talk to Baymax, couldn’t talk to Fred. Couldn’t talk to Wasabi. And Honey Lemon? NO. That was about as bad of an idea as going right up to Gogo and saying…
“Hey Gogo, you want to go out with me?” he said, to the mirror, frowned… and slammed his head on the sink. “…Nope.” He mumbled as Baymax stood quietly by the door to the bathroom. Over the years, Hiro had grown up… but not so much... out.
He was taller and lanky, not nearly as broad-shouldered as his brother was, but he could still handle himself if he needed to. But admittedly he was still the shortest guy in the group, barely reaching Gogo’s height… which meant he was eye level with her pretty face an awful lot.
“Hiro. I detect an injury in your cranium. Please rate your pain 1 to 10.”
“1. Baymax. I’m fine.” He sighed, “…Sort of…” he replied. He stared at himself in the mirror, he still looked a little like his younger self, maybe a few whiskers here and there. But he sighed again. “…I need a girlfriend.” He said to nobody… but inwardly he knew it wouldn’t help.
…Gogo was his obsession. And he didn’t need Baymax to know that it wasn’t healthy.
He sighed, brushed his fingers through his moppy hair. And promptly went back into his room to get dressed. He was a genius, he could figure something out. Baymax squeaked wobbled behind him. His cute black eyes clicking as he watched Hiro.
“Hiro. My scanners indicate that you are stressed…”
“Yes Baymax. I am.” He said, sighed and dropped onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling and almost immediately imagined Gogo in a ‘Downward-facing dog’ position and instantly regretted as naturally.
“Hiro, it seems you have a-“
“I know! Baymax! Thank you!” he said regretfully, “Please. STOP…” he pleaded.
“…It is perfectly normal and healthy to relieve yourself in privacy. Perhaps I could assist you-“
“NO!” he said sitting up up, killing his boner instantly. “Thank you Baymax! But you can’t just-“ he paused… and STARED at his fluffy best robot friend.
…Baymax COULDN’T help him… but maybe.
“I… uh… need to…go…”
“Where are we going Hiro?” Baymax asked curiously.
“Uh just me buddy…” Hiro grinned, “Why don’t you stay here and watch Mochi?” Hiro then handed the helpful robot their cute and adorable cat, who promptly batted away at Baymax’s face playfully. Purring and cooing as Baymax watched him.
“I will watch Mochi Hiro. But where are you going?”
“The lab!” he said almost mechanically before immediately heading to the garage and retrieving his scooter.
Baymax can’t help him. But robotics have made an awful lot of advancement since Tadashi first designed Baymax… he’s even met a gynoid girl once… she tried to kill him, but he could probably program that out.
Hiro might have grown up, but he still doesn’t think about the consequences that much.
Less than a week later.
Gogo noticed something… weird.
Not Fred weird, per se… but she has started noticing Hiro a lot more. Sure, he was always a cute kid and now he’s a cute teen, and she’s always kept a big sisterly eye on him. Beat up his bullies and what not… But recently he’s been avoiding her, watching her, but avoiding her… She was always quite observant, and she’d find him glancing at her occasionally. And once or twice he would be examining her Hero ‘uniform’, saying something about checking her measurements for upgrades and just brush it off.
…But then things started disappearing from the lab… parts, and tech. A bit here and bit there.
“…Something’s up with Hiro.” She stated to the rest of their friends at lunch. Hiro was missing again. He did that a lot lately.
“I’m sure he’s just being Hiro…” Wasabi said dismissively, organizing his food incredibly carefully.
“Oh! Maybe he’s secretly evil…” Fred said, eyeing Honey Lemon. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” He added with a suspicious glare.
“Freddie I already told you, I was just helping you with your laundry.”
“My underwear still smells weird!” he said pointing aggressively at her.
“That’s just soap Freddie.” Honey Lemon said sweetly as Gogo sighed.
“Ugh.” She rubbed her forehead with her fingerless gloved hands. “Guys we all know what happens when Hiro’s up to something, it’s either going to be really cool or he’s doing something that’ll get us all in trouble.” They all collectively shrugged, “I’m JUST saying we should probably find out what it is.”
“Oh come on Gogo, Hiro hasn’t inadvertently doomed the city in like a year.” Honey Lemon replied sweetly.
“Two years and 5 months.” Fred supplied, guzzling down a large soda, flinching and clutching his stomach… “Uh… excuse me.” He then dashed off to the bathroom. Gogo promptly ignored him.
“Okay. But he’s still done it three times.” Gogo noted.
“Two years and 5 months ago apparently.” Wasabi replied, gingerly taking a bite out of a fry.
“Fine. DON’T say I didn’t warn you.” She said, pointing at them and stomping off. If they weren’t going to help her, she’ll do it on her own.
She soon returned to the lab more then ready to beat it out of him if she had too. When. “YES! Almost finished! Now I just need to get the personality right.” She cracked open the lab Door as Hiro fiddled with a VR headset and gloves. “Huh…” he mumbled, “…I could just sit at my computer at home… but maybe I should do it here?” the bell rang, and he frowned. “Uh… later. Better do that later.” He unplugged and packed away the gear and promptly went to retrieve his robot buddy. Gogo’s eyes narrowed… time for a little stealth…
Later that evening.
“Okay… Data, check. Notes. Check. Tools. Check…” Hiro smirked, “Okay. All set.” What he didn’t notice was the darkly dressed woman perching like a ninja in his tree. “Baymax I’m going to the lab. Watch Mochi.”
“Goodbye Hiro.” Baymax said, petting the furry Mochi as Hiro waved off his Aunt Cass and rode his scooter to school. Soon after however the ninja dressed woman dropped from the trees, retrieved her hidden scooter and sped off behind him.
Quiet as a mouse and as stealthy as one Hiro slipped into School and into the lab. Heading to his computer he plugged everything in, hooked up the headset and quickly checked his notes. Measurements, personality, attitude. A week of scientific research into the Beautiful Siren known as Gogo Tomago.
He might not ever be with the real Gogo, but he certainly could build one like her. That wasn’t creepy at all right? Okay it was a little creepy. And he quickly realized that… all of those parts he ‘borrowed’ from the lab quickly went to waste…
So he settled for something somewhat… less… creepy. A V.R. Girl BASED off of Gogo… of course he spent hours sculpting and carving every inch of her into a perfect virtual copy of the beautiful Gogo. And while he couldn’t physically ‘touch’ her… for now, he could put her into all sorts of SFM like scenarios. All of the fun with none of the drama and mess. So now he just needed to give her Gogo’s artificial personality…
So give this to Hiro, he didn’t want some fake fantasy version with a cute, sweet girlish Gogo. He wanted gum chewing, bitch smacking, no-nonsense, badass, hardcore, biker babe Gogo. And he was going to install that into his virtual dream girl no matter what.
“Okay…” he said, covering his eyes and not noticing the ninja behind him as she sat in Fred’s bean bag chair. “Let’s try this.” Pulling on the gloves and getting to work…
It was quite a creepy sight, utterly silent and unmoving, she watched him work in equal, focused silence. His cute little tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he fiddled and programmed code by code into his fantasy woman. However, after what seemed like hours. He yawned, stretched, and began taking the headset off.
Like a silent wind she moved, hiding in a cubicle as he placed the headset down, undid the gloves and promptly headed towards the bathroom. Even geniuses needed to pee. That was when she acted. She moved across the floor, not making a sound taking the headset and putting it on. Very. VERY confused at what she found...
Once Hiro returned, he didn’t notice a thing, easily going back to work unaware that his secret project had been discovered by the one person in the whole world he NEVER wanted to find out about it. His work went on as usual, casual-like. He made good progress and it was long after midnight when he finally went home. Completely unaware of the ‘horror’ that awaited him when he returned to school.
The sun was shinning, the birds were singing, Honey Lemon was humming sweet cheerful Disney princess songs to herself as she skipped happily to the Lab. Just a regular morning in San Fransokyo. Hiro a little more chipper than he had been the past week, entered the lab with a smile on his cute little guy face.
“Sup Hiro.” POP! Gogo leaned against his workspace, casually, blowing bubble gum as she watched him.
“Oh! Uh, Hey Gogo.” He said, grinning cutely at her as she watched Wasabi do his morning Yoga with Honey Lemon. Inwardly Hiro was just a tad disappointed that Gogo wasn’t doing it with them. Nothing quite like watching Gogo-he was being creepy again. He dared a glance at Gogo’s casually leaning, majestic, supple rear pressing against his worktable. Imagining not for the first time how great it looked in her bikini…
He hummed slightly to himself as he unpacked his things and froze as Gogo, in a completely emotionless tone. “…No V.R. today?”
Hiro froze, his face turned red as POP went another pink bubble. She watched him, her face betraying nothing. He couldn’t tell if she knew, or was just making casual conversation… so now he was trapped, he could deny everything or make something up.
“V.R? I don’t… know… what you mean?” he said. Fail. Hiro. That was a fail…
Gogo’s pretty eyes narrowed as she brushed her purple hairstreak out of her face. “Oh?” she said simply as Hiro now KNEW he was caught.
“…Please don’t hurt me.” He said pleadingly as she scoffed. Pulling away from the table as she approached Honey Lemon.
“Hey Honey Lemon. I need some Gogo time. Think you can hang out with Wasabi Saturday?”
“Sure Gogo!” Honey Lemon replied cheerfully, suddenly hugging Wasabi, “It’ll be so much fun!”
“Don’t I get an opinion about that?” Wasabi blinked as Gogo GLARED. “…I love that idea.” He said, there were worst things than letting Honey Lemon sleep over at his house… like NOT listening to Gogo when she needed ‘Gogo time’.
Gogo smirked, before turning back to Hiro and getting her glare back. “Be there.” She said coldly.
Hiro didn’t even resist… and for the rest of the week he was tortured and stressed at just what exactly Gogo was going to DO to him. He imagined it wouldn’t be good AT ALL.
The week came and went, and Hiro approached Honey Lemon’s and Gogo’s apartment. He stood outside her door in a haze for what felt like an hour. But he knocked softly, barely waited a second before declaring, “Welp! I guess she’s not ho-EEP!” the door opened, a powerful hand grabbed the back of his hood and easily yanked him into the room before he was HURLED onto their couch. The couch rocked slightly slamming back on the ground as he shrunk nervously before the FURIOUS looking Gogo. Dressed in her jacket, tank top, tight biker shorts, and sneakers… Her eyes glaring at him as a pink bubble blew from her pert lips.
POP
“…Aunt Cass Knows I’m here…” he squeaked.
“Explain.” She said, tossing the V.R. headset against him. “NOW.”
Dozens of explanations, calculations, psychological theories, and possible escape routes went through Hiro’s hormonal addled mind like lightning flashes. “…I… Have… NO idea…” she leaned forward, and blew another bubble in his face, her eyes narrowed dangerously. He had no idea how intimidating bubble gum could be until now.
“Why. Do I. Have a virtual copy of myself on this thing…” she tapped it, glaring at a quickly reddening Hiro. “Why. Can YOU. Strip CLOTHES off of it? Why. Does it make suggestive poses? EXPLAIN. NOW.”
“…I have a huge crush on you.” He squeaked, unable to look away. Hypnotized by her eyes and her fury and simply deciding at this point to just let her kill him.
Her eyes widened, “…Oh. Is that all?” she stood upright. “…I thought you were selling me to perverts.”
He blinked at her as her fury seemed to just, vanish like it was never there, to begin with. “Whaaaaat?”
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time. Usually people just take pictures instead of building an entire virtual copy of me… then I break their cameras or their faces.”
“But… I… you…” he blinked, “…Do you really have nothing to say to me?”
An eyebrow rose, and an incredibly smug look crossed her face. “…Hiro. You’re not the first guy to have a crush on me.” She said knowingly as he turned incredibly red. “I’ve turned down dozens of confessions…”
“…Well that’s soul-crushing…” he mumbled sadly, eyeing his V.R. device, it was looking a LOT better right now.
“Oh come on Hiro you’ll grow out of it.” she noted, strutting away, “Want a soda? I mean come on, you’re young, kinda cute-“
“Thanks.” He mumbled sarcastically.
“-I’m sure you’ll find another girl you like. It's not a big deal. Wasabi and Fred went through the same thing until I corrected them… they got over it in like a week.” She returned, tossing him a cola. “I mean how long have you been feeling like this? A few days? Couple of weeks?” she began to drink.
“Two years.” She spluttered slightly, pulling her drink away and glaring at him.
“…Seriously?”
“…Ever since the beach trip.” He mumbled under his breath, deciding to distract himself by tuning up his headset. “It’s pretty much gotten worse from there…” he sighed, “This was supposed to help me with that…”
“Yeah because making a sexy copy of me is a LOT better than just talking to me.” Gogo noted, watching his dejected face. “At least you didn’t try to make a robot copy of me or this conversation would be going MUCH differently.
“…Yeah.” He noted, making sure to NEVER mention his attempts at Robo Gogo.
Gogo watched him for half a second, and finally, she rolled her eyes. “…Aright. Alright suck it up…” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to his feet as his eyes widened in surprise. “No moping.” She said, gazing into his cute face. “…I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll give you your first time.”
His eyes widened. “…What?”
“Look… two years? That’s a lot of buildup, and as you said it's only gotten worse. So instead of me breaking your little heart and having you slump around. I’ll give you a one-time deal. No creepy copies, you wear a rubber… and we NEVER speak of this again.”
“Seriously?!” he said, unable to hide the sheer wonder and excitement in his voice.
“Never! AGAIN!” she said poking his chest firmly, “No recordings. No witnesses. No telling the others. EVER. Or you die.”
“Oh my God yes...” He said hypnotized as she dragged him to her bedroom. ‘Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God…’ he chanted, gazing at her full biker shorts as her majestic rear strutted into her bedroom and tossed him at the bed… he gazed up at her as she blew another bubble and stripped off her jacket. Her smooth fit arms flexing slightly in her tank top as she tossed the jacket onto a nearby chair. She smirked as he fixated his eyes on her, and naturally she put her thumbs into her biker shorts and pushed.
Her black underwear came into view as she slid it slowly over her huge, wide hips. Bending forwards lightly as Hiro watched her thick supple thighs slowly freed of their wonderfully tight bindings… she stepped out of her sneakers and daintily skipped out of her shorts, tossing them towards her jackets, standing there in tight black underwear and her tank top now…
“Oh my God.” He said breathlessly, gazing at every inch of her revealed skin and her crotch.
“You’re welcome.” She said confidently, already hooking her hands on the bottom of her tank top and she pulled it over her head. Her tight black bra holding her bountiful wobbling breasts as she tossed the tank top into her clothes pile… “Alright…” she said, strutting towards her bedside table. “Strip.” She declared, bending over and making him whimper as her big bountiful rear jutted towards him. There was just so MUCH of it he couldn’t register her demands.
“W-what?”
“Your clothes Hiro. Or are you just going to cream your jeans?” she brushed a few knick-knacks aside and found what she was looking for, an old box of condoms. For those very, very few lucky guys she had over before Honey Lemon moved in.
She turned as Hiro struggled with his shirt, she rolled her eyes and helped him. His rather lanky frame was surprisingly wirier than she expected, he had a tiny bit of muscle. She gazed into his eyes and he froze, as he felt her hands on his belt…
Clip. Went his belt. POP. Went her bubble gum and his pants hit the floor. She smirked and glanced down… his tighty-whiteys had a noticeable BULGE in them. She smirked again, and amazingly, pressed her lips to his. He melted as his eyes widened and felt something SHOVED between his lips… her tongue definitely…but… he began to chew as she pulled away. “…Is this your gum?” he asked as she winked and his mind melted again.
“…Hold onto that for me.” She said and slid down his body, kneeling before him before her fingers hooked into his underwear and pulled them down.
Hiro didn’t have a massively thick pornstar cock… but it was long, and it was hard. Easily a thin 8 inches… she gazed at it, moderately impressed. It throbbed before her eyes as Hiro quickly realized what she was about to do. Her firm gloved hands pressed on his toned stomach and she pushed him onto the bed. His cock wagged as she gripped it, gazing at him.
“You nut in my mouth and I take a bite. You get me?” she warned as he nodded eagerly, his cock pulsating in her firm hand as she opened her mouth and slid it along his twitching length. “Mmm…” she cooed and Hiro died…
He died and went to heaven that was the only explanation for this.
He laid there moaning, his arms and legs limp as Gogo’s wonderful lips and tongue slid along his length, kissed it, licked it. Tasted and savored him. Never in his wildest dreams could he actually imagine this… his cock pulsated in the cool air of the AC, stinging his now saliva covered length as Gogo slid a seductive tongue to the tip, swirled it around… and inhaled… going to the base on him, inhaling him into her throat as easily as breathing.
It took every. Single. Bit of Hiro’s willpower to NOT nut in Gogo’s mouth… he knew it would be worth it. But by all that was Holy he would not.
“Oh god Gogo! Gogo!!” he whimpered, his hips bouncing up to meet her slowly bobbing head as she suckled, slurped, and licked his length. His toes curling on the carpet and his hands clutching to the sheets of her bed. She glanced sultrily up at his writhing body, her hands pressing down on him as her head went the full length of his cock…
It twitched rapidly in her mouth; he was going to blow. He was trying so hard to hold it but it was inevitable. She slid off his length, reaching between her legs for a condom as she got one open, she slid her tongue up beneath his shaft as I throbbed. “Ahh!! Gogo! PLEASE…” he begged…
Like lighting the condom rolled down his cock, and she hilted down it once more… her lips massaging his base as she squeezed hit tight quivering balls… she moaned as she felt the bag fill in her throat, quickly sliding off it as the end bulged like a water balloon with his thick first load. Holding down his hips as they tried to thrust back into her mouth. She gazed smugly at him, the bag getting bigger as he filled it unrelentingly.
“Good boy…” she praised as he gasped for breath… she bit the end of the condom, and dragged it off his cock, pinching the tip and tying it off, tossing it lazily on the edge of the bed to be taken care of later.
“…That was the best thing ever Gogo…” he breathed, his cock twitching between his legs as she stood up.
“Oh… I think you’ll disagree in a second…” she declared before adding, “…Blowjobs don’t count as a first time…” his eyes widened as she turned around, fingers in her underwear as she bent forward and pushed them down…
Hiro’s cock was reinvigorated as Gogo’s massive, wonderful ass cheeks came fully into view, naked just for him. Her hips wiggled as she stepped out of her underwear and unceremoniously popped the clip of her bra. Confidently, powerfully she turned. His hands on her curvy, wide hips, pubic hair surprisingly trimmed and breasts soft and supple.
“Oh god…” he breathed as she grabbed the box of condoms from the floor, and placed them on the bed. Taking one and opening the packet with her teeth, she leaned over Hiro, smirking at him as she expertly applied his new glove. Once applied she climbed over him, letting his tip rub against her stomach as he oddly crawled up the bed. She gazed at him like a hungry cat, before pushing her breasts against his face… his tip against her tight, warm pussy as she wiggled her hips. They wobbled and jiggled in the air as they swished left and right, his cock tip slipping into her slightly.
“Here we go Hiro…” she purred sultrily, totally and completely in control as she sat fully on his cock. “MMM!!” she flung back, sitting upright on his lap.
“Ooh OOOOH!!” he praised as she quickly adjusted to him, and began to gyrate and worm on him, her hips and ass grinding against him as his cock scraped and slide against her tunnel walls with her ‘dancing’ gazing up at her perfect body as her thick thighs squeezed him. “Oh my god Gogo! Oh my god!!” she laughed, resting her hands on his thin chest as she began to rock her hips back and forth, her ass jiggling and smacking as she crashed against him.
“Ah. AH. AH. AH.” She panted erotically, more for him than for her. This was all about giving Hiro and unforgettable first time. He needed to enjoy it a lot more than she did. “MMMn!!!”
…Not that she wasn’t going to enjoy it.
Her body quivered on top of him as a surge of pleasure rippled through her body, her exotic flesh rippling as well as his hands gripped her majestic ass, squeezing it eagerly as she sped up, moving faster and faster as his hips began to bounce up into her. “Ahh. Ha…” her head rolled back sensually, her pleasure obvious and Hiro’s cock pulsated eagerly as he watched… Sex was supposed to be a two-way street, so the fact that Gogo felt good, even a little, was an EXTREME turn on for him… and it made him bold.
Hiro was close and he sat up, kissing a surprised Gogo as he gripped her firm ass cheeks in his hand, lifting and dropping her body on his cock as they moaned loudly together, her wet pussy squeezing and smacking loudly against him as her ass wobbled and clenched.
“MMNM!!” she moaned.
“OH-AAAHHH!!” he cried out and they went still, his hands groping her ass firmly as he filled the condom again. “Gogo… Gogo…” he growled, breathing heavily as he rested his head on her shoulder, spurting shot after shot into the condom.
“Ha… ha-ha-ha…” she chuckled proudly. “Good job Hiro…” she cooed, petting his moppy hair as she pushed him back onto his back and slowly extracted herself. His condom stretching her entrance as the bulging bag excited. “…That’s quite a load.” She smirked, leaking a little of her own arousal as she removed and tied off the bag, tossing it against the other one… however the second she turned back to his cock…
It was hard again… and his hand was on her ass, squeezing and caressing. She rolled her eyes as he reached for the condoms, grabbing and tearing one open as he sloppily applied it to his cock. “Here…” she said, slapping his hand away and doing it properly. His other hand groped her other cheek and half-dragged half pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him as his cock slid between her ass cheeks. She sighed… she supposed he could go until he exhausted himself. Another shot wouldn’t hurt…
She lifted her hips, sliding her ass up his cock and wiggling it on the tip, before letting her pussy once again inhale his length as he groaned, twitching and shivering inside her as his hands clutched firmly to her waist. “You might be tempted…” she said purring, wiggling her hips slowly on his lap as he groaned. “To ‘smack it’… DON’T.” she ordered, all thoughts of smacking dat ass left his mind immediately… and were quickly replaced by the wonderful sight and sensation of her RIDING him.
“Ah. Oh. Ooh…” she chanted softly, her hips rising and falling rhythmically on him as he grunted and groaned, thrusting his hips instinctively up into her as she gasped pleasurably. Her ass cheeks wobbling majestically as they crashed down again and again on his waist, his cock appearing and disappearing inside her as she moved faster and faster.
“AH! OH! GOgo! Yes!!” he groaned, writhing beneath her bouncing assault as her pussy drooled arousal down his gloved cock.
“MMn! MMn! Mmm-hmm-hmmm!!” she moaned, chuckling confidently as she looked at his cute little face contorting in un-imagined pleasure. She slammed her hips down on him, and her eyes rolled up. She quickly turned away, shivering as her surprise orgasm rushed through her, then she felt his arms wrap around her, and the familiar feeling of a filled bag stretched her insides.
“Tight! So tight!” Hiro hissed as he pulled her back onto him, she gasped softly as he thrust his eager hips up into her, draining out every drop as she gasped. Her hand reached around to clutch at his dark hair as he hugged her tightly from behind… his cock slowly sliding out of her. Without the condom…
The very tip of the condom dangled out of her tight lower lips, she pinched it… and slowly pulled it out, the heavy bag of cum stretching her as she moaned, shaking slightly as it was finally removed from her body. Hiro watched amazed as her erotic body shivered, and she tied up the bag. Only to feel his cock smack between her legs as she twitched.
“…Holy shit Hiro…” she breathed, tossing the bag away.
“…More… I want more…” he begged, kissing her and licking her as she sighed, smirking.
“…Well…” she noted as his hand began to claw for the box, one of her legs stretched, hooking her toes on it and pulling to closer as he laughed maniacally. “…I guess for a one time deal we should make the most of it… ah…” she gasped, feeling his fingers rub her sensitive crotch as he tore open a new condom with his teeth. “MMm.. Hmmmm…” her hips wiggled on his fingers and suddenly she fell forward, laughing slightly as she glanced over her shoulder at Hiro, applying the condom eagerly as he grabbed her hips… and began anew…
There was something arousingly primal about him taking her from behind like this. Her ass clapping loudly against his eager thrusting hips. Her mouth opening to moan and coo at the feeling of his long cock scratching against her silky insides… her toes and fingers curling in the sheets as her pleasurable purrs built into a roar.
“OOoh!!” she moaned, eyes rolling up as her body reacted to the constant thrusting of Hiro’s hips… “MMn… god…” she snarled, gasping for breath as her orgasm ran up and down her body…
“Ugh!” he hilted into her and she flinched, his fingers sinking into her dense, firm ass cheeks as he pumped gently against her. Filling the bag almost unceremoniously… she sighed contentedly, feeling him slowly pulled out of her body…
Only to feel something wet drop onto her back, “Hey-” She said glancing to look at the tied-off bag, only to notice Hiro’s hard cock between her ass cheeks as he reached for another condom. “…Hey…” she said a little surprised as he quickly applied a new condom.
“More Gogo. More. Please?” he said, she rolled her eyes exasperatedly, turning away… then biting her lower lip nervously… but a little excitedly as she felt his length between her ass cheeks again… her fingers curled in the sheets, and she wiggled her hips…
Her eyes rolled up into her head as she moaned loudly, feeling Hiro pound her again from behind, rough, and faster, but not painful. He didn’t smack her ass or grab her hair like the few other guys she brought into her bed… admittedly however Hiro’s hips did all the smacking. Her ass quivering and bouncing wonderfully as his hips clapped against it, her cock plunging in and out of her clenching pussy as he grunted and groaned, gazing at that majestic wobbling ass…
Using what was left of his willpower NOT to smack it… and he so wanted to…
After what seemed like HOURS of steady fucking Gogo came, her body went rigid and her head arched back as she gasped and moaned loudly like a wounded animal.
“Ah. Ahhh…” Hiro gasped in her spasming pussy, planting inside her and filling the bag relentlessly.
“Fuck. Hiro…” Gogo growled, shivering… “Haven’t’ you cum enough!?” she laughed, only for it to die in her throat as she felt the tied bag on her ass cheek, “Ugh…” she mumbled, it oozingly slid off down her leg onto the bed… and heard him rip open a new condom… “Mmmn…” she whimpered, only enticing him further as his cock throbbed.
“One more. Just one more…” he said, almost mad in his lust as he probed her sensitive pussy once more…
“…oh shit.” Gogo mumbled…
She lost track of the orgasms… soon she was just lying face down with her bountiful ass in the air, five or six more bags of condoms on her back as Hiro just kept going and going like a fucking rabbit. A LITERAL fucking rabbit…
“Gogo I’m going to cum! I’m cumming!!” Hiro declared deliriously, his cock filling the condom inside her as she just moaned, there was little more she could do she had been fucked to absolute contentment… that had never happened to her before… she writhed slightly on the bed. Letting him know that, yes, she was still conscious… her trembling pussy sent another exhausting orgasm through her body as she bit into the sheets.
“Fuuuuck…” she groaned through clenched teeth and a mouthful of cloth, twitching and screaming into her bed as she felt the familiar wet smack of the filled condom on her ass…
Then an absolute whine ripped through Hiro’s lips. “No. NO. NOOO!!” he hurled the empty box of condoms across the room and Gogo finally breathed a sigh of relief. “There… there are more right?!” he pleaded as Gogo laughed.
“Yeah Hiro because I’m such a slut…” she noted sarcastically. “That’s going to have to be enough for you…” she said, trying to push herself up… and failing. She was moderately surprised that she could barely move… it was a pleasant feeling.
“One more. Just one more I don’t want it to be over!” he moaned, almost tearing up with his frustration as she glanced at him… and shuddered as she felt his hands spreading her jiggling ass cheeks. “One more. Last one..." he said as she tried to resist but found that her body didn’t want to listen.
“No. Hiro! No!” she scolded firmly, like she was scolding a dog.
“One more.” He chanted deliriously. “I’ll pull out… I’ll pull out.” He said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself more than her.
“Don’t you… don’t you DARE put that in me without a condom.” She said firmly, but her body quivered excitedly. Damn you, body!
“I’ll Pull out. I promise Gogo.” He said, talking to himself. “I just don’t want to be done. Just a little more…” he moaned… Gogo gasped, feeling his long raw cock pierce into her, “Oh my Gooooood….” Hiro moaned a manic smile on his face as he enjoyed Gogo’s pussy unprotected.
“Shit! Shit-shit-shit!” Gogo hissed and tried pushing up only to fall fully onto the bed. Hiro on top of her as he began to thrust and grind once more. “Ooh. Fuck…” she snarled nervously… not believing what was happening…
…Her body apparently APPROVED of raw Hiro dick… it surrendered immediately to the young eager boy as he kissed and licked her neck, pumping and grinding against her soft ass as he squeezed and caressed her. her toes and fingers curling in the sheets through sheer animalistic lust.
“Oh fuck. Oh Fuck! Fuck that pussy! Fuck!!” she hissed softly, snarling and growling in fury and desire as her brain fought with her instincts AND her thirsty pussy. She began to slam her ass back against Hiro’s eager determined thrusts, her orgasm building with every pump, his cock twitching dangerously inside her.
“Ah!Ah! Ha! AH!! YES!!!” she screamed into the sheets furiously as her orgasm savaged her nerves. Her ass cheeks clenching and quivering as Hiro roared his own imminent release. “Hiro!” she gasped, head shooting up as she remembered how dangerous this moment was. “No! DON’T! HIRO!!” she hissed feeling his cock pulse.
“Cum! I’m going to cum!” he declared happily, INSANE with desire for the lust of his life.
“HIRO!” she ordered angrily, “I swear to god! If you cum inside of me, we will NEVER! DO THIS! AGAIN!!” she declared. She gasped and unfortunately clenched as she came again…
But her words echoed in his brain… and it snapped him out of his insane desire. In a dramatic last-second burst of conscience he pulled from her tight body, painfully gripping both of her ass cheeks firmly as she hissed at the sudden pain and felt a warm trail of hot cum blast all over her back and round jiggling ass cheeks…
She collapsed in relief and in BLISS… she would never. EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER… tell Hiro that this was easily the greatest fuck of her life… “…FUCK.” She declared, simply unable to say anything else as finally spent, exhausted and mind-blown, Hiro fell backward onto the bed.
Gogo glared at her young dozing lover and rolled her eyes. Crawling off the bed… letting the feeling get back into her legs before wobbling towards the shower. She leaned against the wall, letting the water flow down her cum stained back and ass, smirking as she gave her booty a light smack… “Good work.” She declared to herself, breathing an exhausted sigh.
“Mmph!” Hiro’s clothes slapped onto his face and he shot upright… Gogo stood clean and fresh before him, dressed back in her cloths like nothing ever happened. He sighed, putting his pants on and shirt… and frowned. “Where’s my underwear?” he asked but Gogo knocked him on the head with a gloved hand.
“Forget it. I’ll look later.” She said, yanking him off her bed. Apparently completely pristine, not a sign of any used condoms anywhere.
Hiro in contemplative silence walked with Gogo to the apartment door. It was dark out, he wondered how long he had been asleep. “…Gogo?” she glanced at him, a bubble blowing from her lips to POP loudly... “Thanks.” He said. Sincerely. Knowing that this was possibly the greatest moment of his life… sorry, Baymax.
“…Not a word Hiro.” She said plainly, he nodded his understanding. “Seriously. I love you, but I WILL kill you.” She said. He again nodded his understanding. That was fair.
“So… I’ll… see you later?” he said sadly as she rubbed his moppy hair. Leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Pulled away and blew a bubble right on it. he laughed.
“See you later Hiro.” She said as he waved her goodbye, a little more prep in his step as she shut the door and stretched. “…Now. How should I spend the rest of “Gogo time’?” she asked herself, before promptly dropping exhaustedly face down onto the couch and snoring loudly…
Sunday came and went… and Hiro and Baymax went to school on Monday, Hiro was remarkably chipper, a little disappointed at his one-night stand… but… it literally was amazing. And he was content with that.
“Hey Hiro!” Honey Lemon skipped by with an exhausted-looking Wasabi, covered in scented stickers.
“Hey…” Hiro waved cautiously.
“So many stickers…” Wasabi breathed weakly, “SO MANY!!” he hissed, grabbing and shaking Hiro comically before following Honey Lemon.
They got into the lab, Gogo was already there with Fred, who was on his bean bag fidgeting in annoyance as he read his comic book. “…Did somebody use my bean bag? My butt prints are all off!”
Gogo blew a bubble, glared at Fred. And went back to her work… Hiro sighed as he sat at his workbench, Baymax squeaking over to Fred to assist him with his ‘butt prints’.
“Hey.” He turned and blinked at Gogo who blew another bubble, casual. Normal. Nothing happened and nothing out of the- She pressed something again his chest, “Hide those.” She said dismissively while, surprisingly, everyone was assisting Fred with his butt prints.
Hiro looked down and blushed at the extra-large pack of condoms. And immediately shoved them into his jacket and glanced at her confused. She blew another bubble, smiled coyly, but beautifully, at him as it popped… and winked slowly. “…Bring them next time.” She said seductively, placing a gloved hand on her hip and strutting away… swishing that majestic ass behind her as she winked slowly at him, again.
“…I love you…” he mumbled breathlessly, grinning like an idiot.
“I know.” she mouthed as he blushed, and his face fell… "But shut up." she winked once more. He did NOT expect her to hear him.
End.
...I honestly cannot begin to describe how much I enjoy Hiro x Gogo... I don't know why... I just do. And there's a noticeable but understandable lack of it. So here we go. Something I cooked up. Enjoy. |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-2
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own Big Hero Six. All hail the Mouse.
…She broke him. He was broken now. There was no excuse and no arguing about it… she sighed through her nose, staring at the far wall of her work-space in deep thought as she blew a big pink gum bubble. It popped and she closed her eyes… FEELING his gaze on her tight butt, like his eyes were pressed and roving over every curve of her ass... She often 'felt' him do it when they were alone together. Ever since she popped his cherry he’s been ‘attached’ she didn’t really mind. Because she wouldn’t ever tell him this to his face, but he was a GREAT lay…
It had been about three weeks since their first time. And it was admittedly VERY fun… But the fact of the matter was it was getting distracting. At the lab, on patrol, off patrol, at their secret base. Every moment of privacy together was spent with him eagerly ogling her like a puppy looking for attention. “Hiro stop looking at me.” She said firmly as he jumped like a startled rabbit and returned to his own lab work, … if you could call ‘desperately trying to look like she didn’t just catch him staring’: working. She turned to glare at him, “Seriously. STOP ogling me, its distracting…”
“…I’m not ogling…” he replied with a cute childish pout as she walked over to him, rested her glove hand in his moppy head and shook it fondly left to right as he grunted, turning a little red..
“You are OGLING.” She noted firmly. “I can feel you undressing me every time we’re alone. Knock it off.”
He pouted cutely and she rolled her eyes, strutting away. “…Come on Gogo it’s just us…” he whined, spinning in the chair, how was it he was several years older now but still acted like he was 14?
She sighed frustratingly through her nose, blowing another bubble as it popped. “…Got a glove?” she didn’t know why she bothered asking, Hiro ALWAYS carried a ‘glove’ nowadays… he practically yanked it from his pocket, grinning stupidly at her. Fuck he was addicted to her ass… she was both extremely flattered and supremely irritated.
“Men’s room down the hall. The third stall” she said, “Put it on and wait.” She noted as Hiro frowned, she knew that look. The ‘but I want it now’ cute pouty look. But she WOULD be the one on top in this ‘relationship’, “Go on.” She replied dismissively as he frowned but slipped the packet back into his pocket and headed quickly out of the lab.
She sighed again. Honestly if she wanted a pet she would have a pet… now she had Hiro and she had to ‘play’ with him and ‘pet’ him and ‘feed’ him… okay maybe not that last one but if he wasn’t so eager… and so fun… and generally just a good, attentive, lay… She snorted in irritation and pressed her new disk together on her workbench… letting him squirm before she twirled on her feet and casually strutted out of the lab.
She passed by the janitor’s closet, reached in and grabbed a ‘do not enter, cleaning’ sign… placing it in front of the men’s room and entering like she owned it… this was admittedly not her first bathroom liaison but it was the first one with Hiro. She knew she would have to throw him a bone, she had cut him off for a week now and he got twitchy if he didn’t get to touch…
She kicked open the stall door and he grinned stupidly at her, that cute stupid look he got on his face when he knew they were about to REALLY have some fun. His long eager dick, hard and twitching with his pants around his ankles, it was gloved and ready for her. She blew another bubble, it popped as she stared dismissively at his throbbing erection, he squirmed nervously under her consistent stare.
She sighed, smirked and leaned forward, cupping his stupid face and kissing him. Shoving her tongue and her gum into his mouth as he moaned, his hands sliding down her curvy waist and onto her rear to squeeze her luscious, voluptuous ass cheeks. She pulled away and stood upright, “Hold onto that…” she ordered, kneeling down before him and stroking his gloved cock.
She never would do this in any bathroom other than the school’s. They had specially designed robots that cleaned every moldy inch, you could in fact literally eat off the tiles, even right next to the toilet, and probably come out healthier. She opened her mouth, and eagerly gulped his length.
“Oh Gogo I love you…” he hissed devotedly as she rolled her eyes, her cheeks a little pink as he rested his arms on her head, holding her and thrusting his hips into her bobbing mouth as she moaned and slurped his strawberry flavored condom covered cock. Slurping and sucking determinedly as she blew him. His cute little whimpers echoing around the bathroom as he struggled to contain his rapturous pleasure at Gogo’s incomparable blowjob.
She glanced up at him as his cock disappeared and reappeared between her lips, moaning and humming on it as he gasped in pleasure. He throbbed excitedly as she hilted him into her mouth, gagging and gulping, her throat pulsating around him as he bit his lower lip.
“Eegh… MMMN!!” he tried holding it, eyes rolling up into his head. But her hands slid around to his ass, pulling him forward and deeper down her throat as she gasped. “Ahh! Ahh!!” she quickly pulled away as his cock filled the condom, she wiped her lips with the back of her glove as it bulged with his seed. “Oh God Gogo…” he purred, as she pulled away. Getting back to her feet and dusting her knees, another job well done. “…Oh…” he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her happily as she sighed. Patting his head and trying to hide her own smile. He was just so damn cute sometimes…
“Alright alright…” she said, pushing him away and flicking his forehead. She held out her hand, “…Give it back.”
“Ah…” he stuck his tongue out and plucked her gum from it before tossing it back into her mouth and blowing a bubble.
“…Now get back to work. You got a project to finish…”
“…Fine…” he mumbled pulling up his shorts as she stepped out of the stall first. He adjusted his pants and quickly followed. “But… uh… Gogo? One more thing? Please?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, blowing another bubble. Pop. “…Fine…” she sighed, rolling her eyes and inwardly smirking as she leaned against the sink, pushing out her amazing rear as Hiro got a good grip of each cheek and squeeze.
“…I will never get tired of this…” he sighed contentedly, rubbing and squeezing her cheeks through her biker shorts, rubbing his CHEEK against her soft, defined butt before she decided he had had enough of feeding his addiction and flicked his forehead again.
“Go on.” She ordered, pointing to the door as he frowned, but obeyed. Rubbing the red spot on his forehead. She sighed, blowing another bubble in deep thought.
Seconds after her contemplative moment Fred charged in. “Hey Gogo!” he said cheerily before slamming into the first stall. “You’re going to want to leave!”
And he was right.
Gogo returned to the lab just as everyone else began to file in. Honey Lemon and Wasabi pushed the sticker covered Baymax towards Hiro. “…Smiling faces… ugh. How cheerful.” Gogo mumbled at the dozens on dozens of smiley face stickers.
“Hiro, Honey Lemon says, stickers improve on positivity and relive stress.”
“Ugh!!” Gogo replied stomping towards her work area as Hiro grinned.
“They sure do Baymax.”
“Your stress level has improved drastically over the past 20 minutes.” Baymax blinked, “Your bloodflow has also improved. Your heartbeat has also decreased.”
“Wow Hiro… have you been practicing Yoga when we’re not around?” Honey Lemon asked, “You’ve been kinda stressed for a while.”
“N-nooo…” he said lazily, “I’ve just done some… deep breathing exercises…” he said as Gogo rolled her eyes. He WAS panting an awful lot in the bathroom.
“I still think Yoga could help… ee!” Honey Lemon cheered, “You can practice with me, Gogo, and Wasabi!”
Hiro’s face fell and he glanced subtly over the cheerful Honey Lemon’s shoulder at a rather amused looking Gogo who leaned casually on her table, and ran a rather inconspicuous hand over her shapely hip. Smirking knowingly before blowing another bubble.
POP… just like Hiro’s sanity.
“Uh… gee I don’t know Honey Lemon. I-“
“Yoga would improve your stress levels. They have been abnormally high at almost weekly intervals. You should participate. Hiro.”
“But I don’t-“ then he looked into Honey Lemon’s eyes. Her deep, silently pleading eyes that nobody with a heart and soul could say ‘no’ to… Not even GOGO was immune to Honey Lemon. “…okay…” Honey Lemon squealed delightedly, sweeping Hiro up into a bone crushing hug. “Ack! Honey Lemon! Please! I need air!”
“…There. There…” Baymax said, getting in on the group hug and patting Hiro’s shoulder.
“Oh, we need to get you some pants! And a shirt!” she said, “Hmm… well Wasabi’s too big for you… so we’ll just have to go shopping!”
“Oh no…” Hiro whimpered as Honey Lemon took his hand and practically marched to the door.
“Lab just started Honey Lemon.” Gogo supplied as Honey Lemon, adorably stop and gasped.
“Oh. Right. Later.” She smiled prettily at Hiro before quickly skipping to her chemical station.
“Thank you.” Hiro mouthed to Gogo who smirked cruelly… he then quickly realized that his troubles weren’t over yet, the inevitable was just delayed. Because Gogo knew what Hiro feared…
Hiro… LOVED… watching Gogo in yoga pants… there was no doubt in her mind the number of times recently that he had watched her with a completely inattentive Honey Lemon and Wasabi when they practiced in the lab. And Gogo was very insistent that their ‘relationship’. Never. EVER. Came to light…
How in the WORLD was he going to hide his inevitable erection with Gogo’s yoga pants wrapped ASS at close range? Answer? He wasn’t. It wasn’t happening… he was going to get a boner and then he would be killed… Gogo would kill him… this was because he was becoming needy, wasn’t he? It wasn’t HIS fault that Gogo was essentially a drug to him! She got him hooked, why should he have to suffer?
“Woman up, boy genius.” Gogo noted casually in her regular ‘too cool for you’ voice, shooting him back to reality as she tossed him an armored glove. One of hers in fact, “Check that out for me, will you? it’s been acting sticky…” and his mind briefly distracted with important work… he did just that.
Time flew like Baymax in his armor, and soon before the school day was out Honey Lemon was dragging Hiro out of the lab, Baymax squeaking along behind them. “This will be great Hiro!” Honey Lemon smiled, “It’ll be so much fun to practice together!”
She dragged him towards her car and Hiro was legitimately surprised to find Gogo there, leaning on her bike as she popped another bubble. “Ready to go Gogo?” Honey Lemon smiled.
“Yep. I’ll meet you there…” she said casually, getting on her bike. Her wonderful ass molding spectacularly to the bike seat and she quickly sped away… ALMOST as fast as she would in her armor.
“Okay Baymax. Deflate a little and just hop in the back!” Honey Lemon smiled, watching as the slow hiss of Baymax’s soft marshmellow body squeaked slowly out… it was almost funny… okay, it WAS funny.
About 20 minutes later they arrived at the mall. Gogo was casually stretched out on one of the many benches, not even breathing heavily as she blew a bubble and relaxed, waiting patiently for Hiro, Honey Lemon, and Baymax until they finally arrived.
Hiro watched her for a second as her face betrayed NOTHING. “So… why are you here? Gogo?” he asked, calm. Cool. Suave.
“I needed new yoga pants.” She said, flatly, coldly… dangerously. “I figured since Honey Lemon is going to use you like her new favorite dress up doll I could grab some myself. She suddenly bent forward, almost touching her ears with her feet as she stood up… Hiro tried very hard to look away and NOT notice how flexible Gogo was or just how tightly her biker shorts wrapped her shapely, curvy, heaven sent butt…
Then almost in slow motion she stood upright, bending backward a little as she stretched, and flexed… her hands on her mid-back as she bent almost impractically backward… if you listened, you could hear the pants of every heterosexual male within a mile radius tightening. Luckily Honey Lemon was far to innocent to notice and Hiro was wearing his tight underwear…
…Gogo still didn’t return the pair he left at her place…
“Mmm…” Gogo moaned as Hiro desperately tried to think of ANYTHING else as she rotated her neck, “…Kinda stiff…” she grunted rubbing her shoulders with her hands. “Hey Baymax do you give massages?” she asked casually, coyly, EVILLY…. Knowing FULL well that he most certainly did.
…Hiro loved Baymax so much that he had honestly considered at one point dying for him… but at that very moment as Baymax began to massage Gogo’s shoulders he wanted to stab his marshmallow body with something sharp for what he was doing to Gogo and by proxy what Gogo was doing to HIM… “MMmnn ooohh… that’s real goooood Baymax…” she purred sultrily as Honey Lemon watched, COMPLETELY unaware at the torturous seductions Gogo was casting on Hiro… “Thanks…”
“You are welcome!” he replied cheerily, his hands pistoning gently on her shoulders and back.
“Gogo do you want to let Baymax finish while I take Hiro to get clothes?”
“YES! YES, SHE DOES!” Hiro said, insanely cheerful as he grabbed a giggling Honey Lemon and dragged her away from the completely ‘innocent’ massage as Gogo moaned and jumped started a few nearby boys into the WONDERS of puberty… Gogo grinned after him, blew another bubble, and-POP.
“Oh! Hiro! It’s over here!” Honey Lemon declared as he got away as quickly as possible. She then dragged him to an obvious clothing store called-
“Yoga Yoga and Toga…?” he asked curiously, staring up at the odd sign. Honey Lemon took his hand and gently guided him in.
“Yes! It's great! They sell everything Yoga related!... And Togas!” she added cheerily passing a rack of the distinctive roman garment. From one coat hanger to the other, Hiro was dragged all around the store by the cheerful Honey Lemon, seconds before he could even look at possible clothes he was suddenly dragged around to another as Honey Lemon’s surprising strong arm collected more and more clothing and it just went higher and higher…
“Wha!?” Hiro was suddenly hurled into a changing room stall followed closely by a fistful of pants and shirts as Honey Lemon smiled playfully.
“Try these on Hiro! I’m going to go look for something for me.” She said as she carefully shut the stall door. Hiro sighed, and deciding he might as well get started he began to take off his hoodie and shirt. He heard the stall next to him open and shut but didn’t think much off it as he pulled on one of the tight-fitting shirts and tried putting on some of the pants but they felt far too tight. Sure they stretched but it felt like circulation was being cut off. So those quickly came off and he managed to get on some grey pants and decided they fit much better…
He stepped out just as Honey Lemon returned with Baymax who was wearing a blue headband around his head. Honey Lemon smiled her infectious, pretty smile at Hiro who smiled back, “You look great Hiro!” she said happily as he checked himself out. He was of course still lanky and short, and barely had any muscles… and what was he getting at again? regardless he was about to say something along the lines of ‘thanks Honey Lemon’ when he realized that Baymax was here… and if he was here then where was-?”
The stall to the right of his opened just as Honey Lemon charged into the stall on his left. He had been in the middle of one of three. And Hiro… well… Hiro lost his words…
Gogo stepped casually out of the stall, except for her fingerless gloves, she was not wearing her usual clothes at all. She wore a tight fitting black sports bra revealing her toned, muscled stomach and waspy, slender waist… … however below that wonderful waist was her hips and they were wrapped in tight, black as pitch, yoga pants… she wasn’t wearing shoes or socks so her toes curled on the shag carpeting as she stretched this way and that, apparently trying out of movement felt in her new pants… which were so tight on her that other than the obvious color difference between her milky skin and her black pitch pants it was hard to tell where her skin began and where her pants ended…
…And. OH MY GOD. Her bountiful firm butt looked absolutely amazing… Nothing could beat that body in tight clothes…
“What do you think Hiro?” she said lazily, turning slowly so he could get a BETTER view of that majestic booty. Running her hands, slowly, over the curvature of her lower body as she glanced at him ‘innocently’. She obviously had NO idea what she was doing to him… AT ALL. Can you HEAR the sarcasm Hiro’s melted brain was trying to confer? “Too tight?” she asked lazily blowing a bubble between her pert, wonderful lips as it popped and a small, small corner of her every scowling lips twitched slightly upright, “…Or not tight enough?” she added in a low whisper.
Hiro, staring wide eyed like a deer in headlights… took several steps back and slowly shut his stall as Gogo smiled… ‘innocently’. BAM!
Hiro’s head slammed on the wall that connected him to Gogo’s stall. “Hiro. I have detected an injury… please rate your pain 1 to 10.”
“Hiro?! Are you okay? Do you need me to help you?” Honey Lemon, perfect, innocent, best surrogate big sister ever, Honey Lemon asked.
Hiro groaned quietly to himself and he cursed for his loss of self-control… and also the obvious rock-hard boner he was now sporting. “…Honey Lemon please don’t make me explain to you why that’s a bad idea…” he whined a little pleadingly.
Honey Lemon didn’t answer, but then she giggled sweetly. “Ohh… right. Sorry Hiro, sometimes I just forget you’re not a little boy anymore…”
Now normally if anyone else had said that to him he’d be offended. But it was Honey Lemon. VILLAI who have threatened to destroy orphanages just to watch them cry loved Honey Lemon… Some of them even sent Christmas cards from Jail. He loved Honey Lemon platonically almost as much as he loved Gogo lustfully… which, if you haven’t figured out by now because of his HUGE throbbing erection. That was quite a lot.
“I just tripped on my clothes while changing Honey Lemon, I’m fine.” He noted as she cheerily gave him a sweet filled reply.
“Okay! Let me know if you need help.”
“Hiro. I will assist you in changing clothes.” Baymax noted as Hiro pushed back on the door to keep it shut and quickly tried changing into the blue yoga pants. Because to be fair he liked that color better.
“I’m fine Baymax. Thanks.”
“I don’t know Baymax that sounded like it hurt…” Gogo said as her wonderful voice sent the blood pumping to his hardon that HAD started to go down… but no… now it decided that Gogo was still nearby and the opportunity for its new favorite exercise was still ‘optional’.
“Not. HELPING! GOGO!” Hiro sneered frustratingly as he finally got the pants on, resisting Baymax’s feeble attempts to open his stall door.
“I’m not really trying too hard.” Gogo admitted as Hiro rolled his eyes.
“I can help.” Honey Lemon noted sweetly as her stall door opened.
“Please! Just… stop.” Hiro sighed sadly as he finally… FINALLY. Got himself under control and opened the door.
Dressed in a tight yellow tank top, hair tied back in a ponytail and tight pink yoga pants Honey Lemon smiled at him. She wasn’t… completely curveless, but compared to Gogo she was relatively plain. A beautiful girl. But plain. “Oh you look so cute in blue!” she cheered as Hiro sighed exasperatedly, but smiled his cute smile at her.
“Thanks, Honey Lemon.”
“Okay we’re all looking good…” she smiled, adjusting Baymax’s headband, “So let’s all get changed and check out!”
“Why?” Gogo noted ‘innocently’. “Might as well wear them out a bit. Let’s just grab our gear and head home.” she strutted into her stall and began to retrieve her things, bending forward. Leg’s straight, ass… TIGHT.
Hiro quickly darted into his stall to grab his clothes, “You know that’s not a bad idea!” he cheered, his voice a little high pitched as he covered himself, just in case it was too late. Luckily, he caught himself before Gogo’s flexibility and tight, wonderful body sucked him into for another arousing torture session.
“Hmmm. Alright at least we’ll save some time.” Honey Lemon replied, “Gogo could you grab my things and I’ll go check out.”
“Sure.” POP. Gogo replied Honey Lemon walked to the front desk talking cheerfully to the rather beatnik-y looking girl as Gogo retrieved Honey Lemon’s things and handed them to Baymax. “Hey Baymax, go take this to Honey Lemon.”
“Alright, Gogo.” He said, blinking before squeak walking towards the front desk.
“Evil.” Hiro said immediately, apparently becoming very interested in the ceiling as opposed to looking directly at Gogo’s lower body. Just like the sun. It was dangerous to look directly at it right now. “You are EVIL.”
“…I’m just teaching you a lesson.” She said firmly, popping a hip and resting her hand on it as she popped another bubble. “Stop being such a HORN DOG.” She said firmly as Hiro went red, “You need to remember that ‘this’-“ she flicked a finger between them, “-is a two-way street. I’m not here to be your teenage relief. I don’t need you to feel good Hiro but it’s clear to me, that you need ME. I am NOT an object to get off with.”
“I know that,” he said, a little hurt that she thought that he thought that way. “…It just feels… so much BETTER with you.”
Gogo collected herself by popping another bubble. “…Yeah. Alright.” She said rather lazily, “But if you can’t keep yourself under control I’m going to have to kill you, and I don’t really want to do that.”
“…You keep saying that but you wouldn’t really kill me would you?”
“…Ever notice that there aren’t a lot of guys talking about how they used to ‘be with’ me?” she noted, very, very darkly.
Hiro promptly clamped up. To be fair, the guys that Gogo had been with either dropped out, graduated or got fired for having an affair with a student and promptly being blacklisted. To be fair that teacher WAS a pervert, but he was also an asshole, she did it for the good of the class… hey it didn’t go any farther than a blowjob… she got an A+.
But such facts did add to her air of ‘do what I say and don’t fuck with me’ charm to her already badass personality and aura. But she knew well enough that if it got out she was giving Hiro a piece of her, that would just bring a torrent of younger guys looking for some pieces, and she didn’t want to kick the shit out of that many people… at once.
“Keep your junk under control.” She noted firmly. He took a deep breath and stared at Honey Lemon still talking to the clerk, apparently, they were friends. Because it's Honey Lemon of course they were. POP. Went another bubble as Hiro blushed, trying not to look at her in frustration… Gogo thought he was pissed at her, in reality… he was just trying as HARD AS POSSIBLE not to get a hard-on from looking at her. Gogo just had that effect on him… he couldn’t help it. “…Tell you what…” she said, regretting it almost immediately as he glanced determinedly at her face.
Don’t look at the rest of her Hiro, don’t look at her chest, don’t look at how her hips seemed to have difficulty keeping all of her firm bouncy rear BEHIND her…
“…If you manage to maintain control during your first session with Honey Lemon…” she said, giving him a smirk. “…Afterward, I’ll give you an extra. Special. Treat.”
SHIT! emergency battles stations! Don’t think about it! Ignore how wonderful she sounds when’s she’s being sexy!
“Okay we’re all good!” Honey Lemon cheered, before eyeing Hiro. “Oh! Hiro…” she said hesitantly, putting a hand on his forehead, “…You’re all red are you feeling alright?”
“F-Fine Honey Lemon.” Hiro said smiling.
“Hiro’s heart rate is quite rapid, he should try some deep breathing exercises to relax.” Baymax supplied, Honey Lemon frowned.
“I better take you home Hiro.” She said, taking his hand like the good big sister she was and leading him out of the store as he tried to awkwardly walk with his clothes in front of his crotch, desperately trying to keep his wiggling ‘little’ Hiro under control as Gogo casually walked behind them with Baymax.
Hiro tried not to notice Gogo mounting her bike if her ass looked great in biker shorts on that thing he was going to punch a hole through his clothes if he saw her in yoga pants on it. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She said casually, donning her helmet, “And session Saturday?”
“Yes!” Honey Lemon smiled, “It’s at our place!” Gogo waved her understanding and sped off as Baymax squeezed into the back of Honey Lemon’s car. “Wasabi will pick you guys up, alright Hiro?” Honey Lemon smiled as Hiro finally relaxed, his ‘little Hiro’ no longer trying to magnetically attach itself to Gogo…
“Its fine Honey Lemon.” She drove him home, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and waved him off as he waved her away. He sighed, Baymax standing next to him as together they went up to Hiro’s room. “Baymax.”
“Yes Hiro.”
“…Can you teach me some deep breathing exercises?”
“Certainly Hiro.”
He had three days to give himself as much ‘self-control’ as he could. Putting on his V.R. headset with his V.I. Gogo… he began to train.
Oh… yeah, he still had that. He didn’t have the heart to delete her, but she was mostly unfinished…
Three days later Hiro stood on the sidewalk with Baymax, who he promptly told to spend the couple hours he would be gone with Aunt Cass. “I’ll be back by lunch Baymax, help aunt Cass today.”
“Very well Hiro, enjoy your time with Honey Lemon, Wasabi, and Gogo.” He squeaked walked into the café, “Hello Mochi.”
Just a few minutes later Wasabi, already dressed in his green yoga clothes pulled up in his car. “Hey Hiro.”
They arrived at Gogo and Honey Lemon’s apartment in good, but slow, time. Wasabi carried a couple rolled up Yoga mats under his huge arms, Hiro offered to take one. After all he was probably going to be using it… today would be just a normal. Calm. Relaxing day.
“Hi guys!” Honey Lemon smiled, all dressed and ready in her new clothes as Gogo sat cross-legged on a purple mat behind her. Wasabi rolled out his own green mat.
“Hey Honey Lemon. Hmmm… where should we put Hiro?”
“Right Here.” Gogo said practically, shifting her mat over slightly so Hiro… quickly becoming nervous. Looked at the completely innocent space next to her. he’d be behind Honey Lemon and Gogo would be behind Wasabi… either way…
He had no witnesses…
That’s okay. He trained for this day.
“Okay Hiro.” Honey Lemon smiled prettily at him as he smiled nervously back, rolling out the blue mat that Wasabi let him carry. “Just watch us and try your best.”
“…Keep a close eye.” Gogo noted softly under her breath, her lips twitching as POP. When a gum bubble.
“Gogo…” Honey Lemon said sternly as Gogo sighed, rolling her eyes and turned. Hiro quickly flung his eyes forward, noticed Honey Lemon. And quickly changed course to Wasabi. Sorry Wasabi.
Gogo approached a small glass of water and stuck out her tongue, placing her gum on the edge firmly before she returned to her mat, hands on her hips and looking thoroughly annoyed. Pretty, but annoyed. “No gum during the session.” Honey Lemon said as she balanced easily on one foot, stretched out her toes and promptly pressed play on a nearby stereo. Soft, relaxing sounds began to echo around them as Honey Lemon began.
“Okay. Let’s start with the warrior.” Bending one knee and stretching out her arms and legs, she held the position, as did wasabi, and Gogo. Hiro needed a bit of balance but soon he got it. Breathing slowly, and relaxingly, closing his eyes to prevent any possible… issues.
After a few moments, “Now… the plank pose.” Honey Lemon replied calmly as Hiro opened one eye and copied what she did, a sort of… push up position as she faced Wasabi. “And Hold…”
Easy. This was easy. He was good with easy…
“Now… four limb staff pose…” Honey Lemon cooed, going down with her pushup, as Hiro did the same, not even looking at Gogo and staring at the floor. Alright. This wasn’t so bad… it was relaxing… after a moment.
“Upward facing dog…” said Honey Lemon as collectively they all arched their backs and stared at the ceiling. Hiro accidentally caught a glance at Gogo’s soft, firm-
SHUT UP. Stop wiggling Little Hiro!…
-and stared up at the ceiling. They held this position for a little while Longer, Hiro was surprisingly relaxed… so of course-
“Downward facing dog…
Wasabi, Honey Lemon, and unfortunately Gogo, all moved to position. Hiro dreaded this pose. Hands and feet on the floor, back straight, and butt, Gogo’s magnificent butt, up in the air and pointed directly at Hiro…
He hesitated but if he did so for too long the others would notice EVERYTHING in his pants… she he closed his eyes, and copied.
‘Don’t look at her butt. Don’t look at her butt. Don’t look at her butt. Hiro’ he chanted to himself, desperate to seal his eyes shut and not notice at all that Gogo was trying to tease him, just a little bit. Her toned perfect rear clenching and wiggling ever so subtly… Wasabi and Honey Lemon wouldn’t have noticed… But Hiro, if he didn’t squeeze his eyes shut, definitely would have.
…She was a little proud of him.
After that horrible. HORRIBLE moment… well not that horrible the sight of Gogo in the ‘downward-facing dog’ position, would forever be burned into his mind and keep him warm on lonely evenings. Honey Lemon went through several more unimportant less ‘oh God Gogo’s so sexy’ positions.
“And relax…” Honey Lemon said, standing straight as Hiro released a breath he felt like he was holding for hours… “Okay. Let’s take a break.”
“Smoothies?” Wasabi asked.
“Smoothies!” Honey Lemon clapped excitedly. “Hiro. Want a smoothie?”
“Sure…” Hiro said as Wasabi grabbed his keys and Honey Lemon grabbed her purse. Her money purse, not her chemical one.
“Gogo?” Honey Lemon smiled.
“I’m good.” Gogo replied, tilting her cup of water against her soft wonderful lips and drinking as her tongue scrapped her gum into her mouth and began chewing. “Ah…” she said, now feeling complete.
“Okay! We’ll be right back.” Honey Lemon smiled, waving them off as she shut the door.
After a moment of palpable silence, Gogo spoke and Hiro went rigid. “I’m proud of you.” She said with a smirk. Hiro went red, and she added… a little more… huskily.
“We have about 20 minutes.”
Annnnnnnnd yep… that broke him.
His erection shot against his pants as he went absolutely red. Her hand curled slowly around his shirt and she walked backward towards her bedroom. “Don’t worry… It’ll be quick.”
“…Not that quick.” He said pouting sternly, as she laughed, his cock throbbed at the absolutely beautiful and melodious laugh that echoed out of her lips. He didn’t think she COULD laugh like that.
“No. No it won’t Hiro…” she purred, his already rock-hard erection becoming absolutely PAINFUL in his pants at her constant sensual assault.
Was she even fucking TRYING to do that or did it all just come naturally?!
She reached her bed and pulled him to her, her breasts on his chest, his erection throbbing against her crotch as she kissed him. Little Hiro wiggled and wobbled joyously at the feeling of her lips and the almost instinctual reaction to her gum slipping into his mouth. Little Hiro knew what that meant. Playtime.
“Hold that for me…” she said, pushing him away and… slowly… removed her yoga pants.
Hiro didn’t even hesitate, staring as inch by inch the tight clothing was peeled from her milky skin until she was… amazingly… completely nude below the waist. “N-No underwear?!” he said almost breathlessly as she smiled.
“I don’t like wearing underwear in tight pants like these.” She said, and he seemed to realize that her pants were a little form fitting on her… “Now… I promised you an extra special treat.” She turned and stepped onto the bed, her butt wobbling enticingly before… with absolute body control.
…She did the splits.
Her feet lied flat on their sides on the mattress as her bouncy booty tightened wonderfully, she lied slowly forward, flat on the bed as her hips wiggled left and right. Her hands slid flexibly down her back to squeeze her cheeks and pulled them slowly apart. Yoga… does a body GOOD.
Hiro heard her tight womanhood calling to him, Hiro… Hiro…
“HIRO!” he looked at her face as she turned her head glancing at him, squeezing and bouncing her ass enticingly. “…You can stick it in…” she said slowly, and her fingers crawled between her cheeks and-
…Oh my god.
She spread her tight REAR hole. “…You don’t have to wear a condom for this one…” she said, “Go. SLOW.” She declared.
…Hiro died again… he’s been dying so often recently.
Mechanically he was behind her, hands rubbing gently on her firm cheeks as she carefully watched him. She had done anal, once. It was quick, it was painful, she didn’t like it, and she broke the guy’s nose when he didn’t stop. But after some research and some training she had grown USED to it… besides Hiro wasn’t thick he was just long…
…Plus Hiro was much more gentle…
Something in the back of Hiro’s mind said ‘lube’ and he immediately spat on his hand, rubbing it onto his dick as he leaned close and did the same to her hole. Gogo smirked as he stood back up… and pushed.
Gogo shuddered beautifully before him sucking in air through her teeth before “Aaaaah….” She sighed as inch by inch he pushed inside her.
“Oh god. Oh god. OH GOD…” he chanted breathlessly as he hilted deep up her tight, spasming bowels, her fingers sinking into her ass flesh as her toes curled. Her rear hole practically SUCKED him in, caressing and spasming around him before he slowly pulled out.
“Ah. Aaah…” Gogo breathed, it was MUCH better the second time around. “MMM!!” she bit her lower lip, feeling just the tip still inside her before he pushed gently back in. “Oooh… Hiro…” she felt his cock pulse as she moaned, eagerly wiggling beneath him as she buried her face in the sheets.
“Gogo…” he whined, slowly pulling back. “Faster… I want to go faster…”
She lifted her head and smiled confidently at him, trying not to shake in pleasure. “You know me Hiro…” she purred, feeling his heartbeat through his cock as it increased rapidly. “I LOVE going FASTER…”
They broke… both of them broke.
Like a punch to the gut, Hiro’s cock rammed deep into Gogo’s ass, “OH!!” she cried out slamming her face into the sheets and SCREAMING in bliss as he slapped rapidly against her ass, his hands on her hips. Pumping swiftly and mechanically inside and out of her.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” He chanted ritualistically, gazing in awe and worship of her vibrating ripple but as his hands held her waist.
He had to. HE FUCKING HAD TO!
SMACK!!
“OOOHO!!” Gogo roared in fury and pleasure, glaring over her shoulder at him as her body continued to rock up and down on the bed. But normally while it was very wilting look to him…. There was absolutely no way he was going to soften until he was DONE.
“YOU GET. ONE.” she declared, viciously. And that killed any spanking fetish he might have had for her… right now.
Gogo, HATED when people smacked her ass. HATED it. When she was briefly a waitress. When she was on the track team as a congratulatory nature, and especially during sex. It was degrading and she fucking hated how every, single, guy she had sex with wanted to do it. She KNEW she had a great ass! She didn’t need to be reminded about it!
…But strangely for one brief moment, Gogo’s pleasure overwhelmed her fury. Normally… she would’ve knocked the guy out after she warned them not to and she already warned Hiro the first time they had sex… Not even Hiro was safe from her wrath…
…Well… maybe he was a little safe…
“Gogo! Gogo!” she suddenly gasped, looking up from her deep thoughts as a sudden wave of pleasure raged through her anal tunnel and she came. Hard.
“OH FUCK!!” she cursed, thrashing down on the bed, biting into the sheets, “MMn! MMMn! MMMPHFUCK!!” she moaned as she pulled them up, they dangled between her teeth as Hiro’s plunging cock ravaged her insides.
“I’m going to cum! Gogo!!” he whined, his mind was confused, he actually didn’t know WHAT to do. He didn’t think he was allowed to release in her.
“Let it out.” Gogo breathed heavily, “MMn! MMm… Let it out Hiro. Come on…” she praised, her ass wiggling and bouncing against his deep, hard thrust. “Come On! WOMAN UP!! CUM!”
Everything was quiet, and warm… Gogo’s mouth opened wide as her ass clamped up. Hiro went still, his mouth opened wide as he pressed his hips firmly to her ass cheeks, falling and holding her from behind as she felt her ass suddenly FILLED with thick, white, built up teen cream…
“FUCK/AH GOGO!!” sound burst from their collective lips and everything came rushing back as they breathed heavily, Hiro lying on top of her as her legs curled behind him and around his ankles.
“Ha… ha…” Gogo writhed slowly beneath her younger lover, shaking like a leaf. Best. FUCK. EVER.
“…I love you Gogo…” he moaned as she went a little pink, feeling him rub his face happily on her back.
She smacked him lightly, “Ow!” he frowned as they slowly disconnected, his length slipped from her rear as she quickly tightened her muscles, not a drop escaping.
“Yeah yeah…” she said, her face still a little pink before she turned around and cupped his face.
“Wha-MMN?!” she scrapped out her gum with her tongue, sloppily kissing him as he melted, and she pulled away.
“…Don’t get sappy…” she said still a little pink in the cheeks and checking her clock. “Pants. Hiro.” She said, strutting quickly to the shower. “We got six minutes.”
She of course needed a far more thorough cleaning, judging from the sheer LOAD up her ass… but… she felt wonderfully satisfied. A quick hosing and she was out of the shower, drying herself off as he watched intently. “What?” she asked lazily, already reaching for her pants.
Then she felt his hand on her ass, then he was ‘cheek to cheek’. “…I just needed a little more…” he said as she stood upright and glared at him.
“…That reminds me…” she said, letting him worship her booty like a drug addict. “You smack my ass again Hiro and I’m throwing you out the window…”
“I could'n't help it… sorry.” He said, a little red himself as he finally stopped being ‘weird’. Pulling away from her butt but giving her cheeks a playful goodbye squeeze.
“Nobody does it twice Hiro. And I never forget…” she growled firmly and pulled on her pants… somewhere in the back of her mind however told her that she… might. It depends.
“Hiro! Gogo! We’re back!”
Hiro and Gogo casually returned to the living room as Honey Lemon handed him something… green. Both her and Wasabi drank their ‘smoothies’ watching him intently as he did the same. Flinching as the bitter, kale-ish taste drowned out just about everything else. “It’s good for you…” Honey Lemon smiled, taking a breath. But not even she could hide the distaste on her face, no matter how brief it was.
Gogo smirked knowingly at him and casually stepped away… but Hiro couldn’t help but notice the slight… limp she suddenly seemed to have. And suddenly his ‘smoothie’ didn’t taste so bad… it tasted like. Satisfaction…
End
Okay. Let's get one thing straight. This is ONLY a Gogo x Hiro story. I WON'T be writing it forever, at least 3 chapters, at most... MAYBE 7 or a more literately accurate 6. Hiro will NEVER get with Honey Lemon, or Aunt Cass, or any lady from the series. It will ONLY BE GOGO X HIRO.
Some of you won't care, some of you will try to convince me otherwise. But as Gogo said in chapter 1 when it comes to smacking her ass...
DON'T.
That being said I hope you enjoyed reading it. I do admit I enjoyed writing it. What I don't enjoy is punishing myself. |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-3
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own BH6. All hail the Mouse.
The birds were chirping, the sky was clear, and Aunt Cass turned her closed sign around to open. Almost immediately the rush of people into the café put her a little off. She needed back-up… Hiro was still asleep but soon Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Gogo, and Fred all entered the café as well.
“Oh wow, it’s really busy today.” Honey Lemon looked around concerned. “I don’t think we can get a table.
“OH! Kids! Thank goodness. Can you guys help me with the morning rush?” Aunt Cass asked, giving them all puppy dog eyes as Gogo blew a big bubble of gum… pop.
“…Sure Aunt Cass.” She said politely.
Immediately Wasabi, Fred, and Honey Lemon looked at her somewhat surprised. She looked back, scowled, and crossed her arms indignantly over her impressive bust. “…What? I help Aunt Cass all the time.” ...Recently.
“She really does.” Aunt Cass smiled, “Seriously I’ll pay you. Plus tips.”
“Oh don’t be silly!” Honey Lemon said, taking Aunt Cass’s tray, only to have Gogo take it instead. “You don’t have to pay us, we’re family.” Aunt Cass smiled sweetly at the near innocent perfection that was Honey Lemon.
“Just put the sign-up Aunt Cass.” Gogo said almost as an afterthought as she went around the counter and, oddly, put on a black apron covered in skulls.
“Fred, Wasabi. Food-prep and register.” Aunt Cass said practically, the boys saluted as they went to work. “Honey Lemon. Coffee.” She smiled and promptly went to the counter. “And Gogo. I’ll put the sign-up.” She smiled at the tough as nails but the heart of gold girl as she went behind the counter and took an odd cardboard sign out. Hanging it on the counter for all to see.
Gogo had been helping out Aunt Cass when she had a little time, not only for the work but… well… because it’s Aunt Cass… Hiro lived right upstairs… seemed like a good idea to get into her good graces. Or at least deeper into her good graces. But ever since Gogo started helping out there, an obvious crowd started coming in. They behaved well enough when she wasn’t there, but Aunt Cass quickly had to deter any… ‘idiots’. As Gogo put it.
Hence the sign
‘Touch the waitress and you WILL be hurt.’ Frowny angry face.
Gogo went about the crowd of people like lightning, taking orders and names before delivering food prepared by Aunt Cass and Fred, who was surprisingly good at cooking despite the fact that he was waited on hand and foot by a butler during most of his off time. Honey Lemon, thanks to her sciency brilliance was amazing at preparing the mochaccinos and cappuccinos and all the -chinos. And Wasabi was so talented with the money he didn’t even really need the register, adding everything up almost instantly in his head.
One by one, table by table, everyone was served and fed. Then the morning rush lessened, and an average amount of people soon entered and left the café. No longer needing her surrogate nieces and nephews, they finally got their own table. Gogo handed Aunt Cass her skull apron and sat down with the others…
“I can’t believe Hiro isn’t up yet.” Honey Lemon noted as her smiley face pancakes slowly disappeared.
“Well he was up late last night at the base repairing Baymax.” Wasabi said softly, inhaling his coffee before sipping it daintily. “I don’t think he went home until two in the morning.”
Gogo drank her own coffee, trying to hide a rather smug smile as the memory of last night quickly returned. Baymax had taken some big hits from the dancing duo High Voltage trying to protect Hiro. He had spent the remainder of the fight twitching and stuttering comically until they got him back to the base to recharge properly and allow Hiro to repair what he could. The day saved, everyone else went home… except for Gogo…
…And not to let up a particular opportunity…
A few hours earlier.
“Gogo! Gogo!!” Hiro groaned, wearing only his helmet and a condom as he rammed into Gogo from behind. She was wearing her yellow armor, but not the black suit normally beneath it. Her body pressed against the wall as she moaned softly, feeling his eager length plunge in and out of her as her ass rippled against his thrusts. “AH. Ahh…” he sighed softly, smacking his hips loudly against her ass as his hands caressed her waist.
“MMm! Ah-aaah…” she moaned, breathing heavily on her mask, steaming it erotically as her eyes rolled up into her head. “Emm! MMM! YEAH…” she sneered as her pussy tightened and she came, her hands clawing the wall as her boots scrapped on the floor. The forehead of her helmet hit the wall as her body shivered erotically, her ass reflexively twerking as Hiro’s relentless thrusts sent her further over the edge as her back arched and she climaxed even harder. “Ah! GOD!!”
“EEMm!! GOGO!!” he pushed deep and she felt the condom fill like a rapid balloon inside her, her vaginal wall stretching around it as he slowly pulled out, he breathed heavily. The condom stretching her trembling labia as her lower body shook, her pussy drooling a trail of arousal onto the floor. He slipped the condom off, tied it, and let it drop to the floor with a sickening wet smack.
“MMmn.” She moaned, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him as he mechanically reached for another condom, put it on, and immediately shoved it back into her pussy. “Aooh…! MMM!!” his arms wrapped around her waist as her head rolled back, tapping against his helmet as he began again in earnest, breathing heavily as he pounded her from behind, her pussy sloshing and clenching around his condom covered cock. He gazed down at her rippling ass, how it bounced and jiggled on his pounding hips.
“Make me cum Hiro.” She growled, eyes rolling in her sockets as she gazed at the base ceiling, “Come on… come on… deeper Hiro. Get deep inside me. Ah! Ah…”
Hiro eagerly obeyed, deeper, harder, tighter! Chanting her name like a prayer mantra. “Gogo! Gogo! Gogo!-“
“Gogo? GOGO?!”
POW!
She reacted instinctively, suddenly lashing out and smacked Fred across the face and he fell dramatically to the floor.
“OOOOOOOOW.” He moaned, lying still on the floor as she blinked down at him. Apparently, she had been staring blankly for a few minutes now, Fred had decided to ask why.
“…Sorry, Fred.” She said, unable to deny that it was completely her fault.
“So-kay…” he moaned, rubbing his cheek. “I totally should’ve dodged it… with my... lizardy reflexes...” he mumbled as Gogo glanced at a staring Wasabi and Honey Lemon.
“Are you alright Gogo?” Honey Lemon asked with curious concern as Gogo stretched… inadvertently drawing a few stares.
“Yeah… guess I’m still a bit tired. Sorry again Fred.” She noted, then sighed, “…Buy yourself a donut, my treat.”
“Sweet! Worth it.” he grinned, already going off to the counter for the said donut.
“…You know what? I’m going upstairs to the apartment.” Gogo said, yawning broadly. Hiro had spent a good couple hours with her before they finally ran out of condoms… they had been running low a lot. “See if Hiro’s up… and if not, I’m going to take a nap. That alright Aunt Cass?”
“Sure Gogo.” Aunt Cass said as Fred chewed his donut.
“You sure?” Honey Lemon asked.
“Yeah we weren’t going to do much today anyway right? Just go to the mall?”
“I do need more scented candles.” Wasabi noted rather wistfully. “MMmn…” a smile stretched on his face.
“Comics!” Fred cheered.
“I was just going to keep them company.” Honey Lemon replied sweetly as she fiddled with the last of her pancakes.
“Well alright then. Nap it is. See you guys later.” She waved them off and headed out and up to the apartment above. She stepped casually up the steps, used the spare hidden key that Hiro had hidden in a camouflage compartment in the door frame, she entered. Shutting and locking the door behind her.
She then ignored the couch and began walking up the stairs. Slowly climbing the steps as she soon reached Hiro’s room. She opened the door stepping silently with ninja-like grace inside. The curtains were shut, the room was dark, and Hiro snored adorably on top of his blankets and futon cover, Baymax had been moved into Tadashi’s room. Even though he spent most of the time there in his charger, it somehow only seemed fitting. Gogo, silent as a ninja, shut the door. Before stepping casually towards Hiro’s futon.
“MMn…” he moaned softly, rolling over and stretching out… then promptly began to snore, and drool…
Almost as an afterthought, she blew a big bubble of gum. And POP!
“MMMm… Gogo…” he smiled blissfully, wrapping his arms around a pillow and squeezing tightly. She smirked, that was almost adorable. She stood upright, watching him sleep for a minute, then he rolled over again and his boxers had a more noticeable bulge… ah… morning wood. The bane and the blessing of many a young man.
Pop. Went her gum as a few dozen thoughts went through her mind… but she shrugged, taking his chair from his computer desk. spinning it around and sitting on it reverse. Resting her chin on the back of the chair and, stretching her legs forward. Letting her big, soft, majestic ass face Hiro as the chair further enhanced her shapely lower body. She bounced it up and down slightly, trying to get comfortable, and promptly turned on his computer, turning the sound all the way down. She then found a few of his games and promptly ruined his high scores in about half of them. Well the ones that had high scores.
“Hmm…” he mumbled, sitting up blearily as the repetitive flickering lights woke him in the darkened room. “Wha-Gogo? What are you-“ his mind broke at the perfect shape of her ass on his chair, she wiggled slightly, rapidly flicking her fingers on his controller as she achieved yet another high score. His cock jumped out of his boxers, and blushing, covered himself up.
“Bout time you work up Hiro.” She mumbled, glancing over her shoulder and blowing a bubble. Pop “You missed the morning rush…”
“Oh man…” he mumbled, “And it’s the busiest day to…” he checked his clock, “Ugh…”
“Don’t worry we covered for you… we needed to after all the LONG. HARD. WORK you went through last night…”
“That was you!” he said, blushing furiously “You did that!”
“We did that…” she noted as she finally died, her little starship exploding and Game OVER appearing on the screen. “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.” Hiro didn’t meet her eyes.
“…You started it.” he said reluctantly, as she smirked, blowing another bubble. Pop.
“Woman up Hiro. Drink some coffee. We both had fun.” She noted, not realizing his determined look as she picked another game, classic Puckman. “I’m just giving you sh-IIIIIT!!” she jumped as she gasped, “Ooh!” she jerked her head around, and glared at him. Shivering slightly as he pressed down on her back. He had tugged down her bike shorts and underwear just enough to get access to her tight rear hole. And promptly injected himself right up her tight ass. “Ah! You! LITTLE!...” she hissed, “Ah. Ahhhh…” she began to moan as he thrust slowly in and out of her ass, the chair rocking roughly back and forth as she bit her bottom lip and the ‘wag-ga wag-ga’ sounds of her puckman quickly dying.
Her feet scraped the floor, her toes curling as he smacked his hips against her bouncy rear again and again. His favorite past time as of recently. The closest he could get to ‘smackin dat ass’ without being knocked out cold afterward.
“Gogo. Gogo…” he moaned lovingly into her ear from behind, her rear hole spasmed and clenched around his firm morning wood. His tongue swirled along her earlobe and down her neck as he put his full weight onto her back, his hips pumping mechanically behind her as she clawed at the back of the chair. “OOoh you feel so good…” he praised as she shuddered in response.
“Ooh-ahh…” her mouth opened her gum dangling back and forth on her teeth as she sucked in air. “Ah! AH! Ah!” her panting, erotic moans joining his smacking hips as her ass rippled from his blows and ass cheeks tightened around his plunging and retreating cock. Her tight rim stretching and collapsing on him as she gasped, “H-Hiro. OH! FUCK!”
SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!
Hiro’s hips rapidly slammed in and out of her ass as his feet slipped back on the carpet, his voice undulating over her oncoming orgasm as she tightened like a vice around his cock. “Ahh-!! GO-MMNH?!” flexibly she turned silencing him with a wet sloppy kiss, moaning into his mouth as her eyes rolled up in pleasure. A thick, plentiful torrent of her younger lover’s cum shot into her bowels, warming and filling her instantly as her ass hole spasmed around his trembling, eager length.
His hands slid up her ass cheeks to her chest, squeezing her breasts as she moaned into his mouth, both breathing heavily through their noses as they violently made out. “MMn…mwah… mmm!” his tongue wrestled hers, her gum swirling around both of them as he finally pulled away… she gasped for breath… then promptly slapped him across the cheek. But not very hard.
“Little dick…” she whispered coyly, scowling at him but a little red-faced. He kissed her again, she groaned impatiently but let him have his fun.
“Ah… that was the best yet…” he moaned into her soft lips as he slipped her gum playfully back into her slightly open mouth. His hands still squeezing and caressing her breasts.
“Good for you.” She said condescendingly, he frowned, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.
“Come on Gogo, you liked it too… how many times did you cum?” he said, more out of curiosity then pride. Not that she was going to tell him… besides she lost count of all the little ones.
“Just pull out Hiro… Slowly!” she quickly added with a hiss as her tight little ass hole got briefly confused at the sudden quick motion of its new favorite treat. Send an emergency signal of exciting pleasure throughout the rest of her body that said, ‘battle station incoming another volley!’…
The fact of the matter was, ever since their first anal session Hiro had quickly gotten attached… and while Gogo wasn’t really an anal sort of girl… at first. She did see the appeal after five or… six more times…
They certainly used a lot fewer condoms… but there was the cleanup that was the problem. After a good Hiro pounding, which essentially to her was EVERY Hiro pounding, she was leaking for hours unless she immediately took a shower. The last thing she needed was an embarrassing stain on her pants. Both excuses she could use for said stains were terrible in the long run.
“Ugh I need to use your shower…” she mumbled, trembling slightly as she got to her feet, using the chair to steady herself as she slowly got the feeling back into her shapely legs.
“…But I wanted… to do it again.” Hiro said sheepishly, as she glared at him.
“One surprise butt sex wasn’t enough?” she said rather flatly as he smirked that stupid grin and didn’t meet her eyes. “You’re horn dogging again. Do you want a repeat of what happened at the Yoga place?”
“…Kinda?” he said, a little more confused than anything. “Other than the fact that Baymax and Honey Lemon were there, it wasn’t so… awful…” he finished lamely, as he got a good look at her stern ‘you’re pushing your luck Hiro’ face.
“Oh? So you like the idea of me sexually torturing you, you pervert?” she said, strutting slowly to his bathroom… glancing over her sexy shoulders, and pushing her biker shorts down. She pushed her ass cheeks firmly together, shaking her hips slowly. “…Come here…” she said as he excitedly followed her into the shower. She pushed him onto the toilet. “Stay.” She purred as he grinned watching her eagerly as slowly, she pulled off her jacket, slowly she wiggled her hips in place. More for movement than any sort of dancing… she tossed the jacket on him, the shoulders hooking onto his as he smiled at her, she leaned forward… and kissed him.
It made him feel warm and complete when she kissed him. And they both were enjoying it… she was still enjoying it as she took the sleeves of her jacket and tied them tightly behind Hiro. “Eerp!? Gogo?” he squeaked, “That’s kinda…” his cock throbbed as she stepped away, leaving him trapped in her quickly jury-rigged straight jacket as she slowly removed her shirt, tossing that onto his twitching cock. Off came the bra that she used to further bind his hands, and finally she turned on the shower…
She stood outside the shower as the water heated up, and with a playful, but cruel, wink… she stepped into it. “MMmnn…” she moaned, her voice echoing acoustically around the shower. Hiro’s cock twitched excitedly as he watched her slowly and deliberately rub her sexy, curvy body under the cascade of water from the showerhead. “Oooooh…” she moaned, cupping her hands before her so it pooled on her chest. She pulled them away as water splashed loudly on the floor, swirling down the drain as she adjusted the removable head from its holder, getting her purple streaked hair soaked as much as the rest of her shapely body.
For the record. Hiro liked the idea of Gogo modeling just for him, but the way she went about it in the store was cruel.... This time was equally as cruel as teasing him in front of Honey Lemon. Gogo watched sultrily from the shower, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she licked her lips and approached the glass… “Ah…” she moaned, slowly rising up on her tiptoes, and lowering, pressing her body firmly against the glass as her breasts and legs squeaked and rubbed up against it. Her tongue licking her lips seductively as she ran it slowly on the glass… “AHhhh…” she sighed letting the water splash against her rear, she opened her cheeks, letting the showerhead shoot off excess Hiro juice as she continued to grind her soft body against the glass, leaving streaks of her shape upon it as she kept rubbing herself up and down against it.
Then… her hand slid down the stall, and she slipped her fingers into her soaked, wet, pussy. “Ahhh…” he moaned opened, her eyes sultry and inviting, she bit her bottom lip as the back of her hand pressed against the glass… and she began to thrust her lower body forward on it. “Ah… ooh… yeah…” she moaned, visibly fucking her own hand as she pressed her chest against the glass. “Mmmn. MMMM!!” she shuddered, smiling blissfully as her head rolled back, her breast heavily rapidly as her lower body shook and trembled. “Ahh!” her mouth opened, her crotch drooled arousal down her shapely thighs as she came. Her other hand clawed the glass as her whole body shivered beautifully. Her knees wobbling as her delectable body jiggled… Hiro was going to explode.
“Ha… ha-ha-ha…” she laughed, smirking at him before she pushed away from the glass, letting it fog up as she lathered and rinsed. Feeling more than proud of herself… also remarkably satisfied. Teasing Hiro and rubbing one out was oddly gratifying… in fact… if she thought about it a little harder than ‘serves him right’. She’d find that she rather LIKED the idea of Hiro watching her intently as she masturbated.
Just for him.
…She was in the shower, so she didn’t notice quite how much that idea made her wet.
She stepped seductively out of the shower. Pop. Blowing another bubble as she reached for Hiro’s towel she swayed a little, swinging it behind her back as she rubbed it back and forth, glancing at him coyly as she ‘danced’ like a bellydancer with a sash, drying herself off as she jerked it back and forth, up and down her body. Then wrapped the towel around her, rubbing it firmly up and down against her silky clean skin. If Hiro washed his own towel, a task Aunt Cass did weekly, he would consider never washing it again as he watched Gogo use it.
She hung it back up, and stepping towards her shorts, she bent forward, ass facing Hiro as it wobbled, he moaned as he stared at it. she slipped one leg, then the other, into her shorts before promptly pulling them up her body… as if to say. The show’s over.
She took her shirt and pulled it on… then her jacket. Freeing the rather demoralized Hiro as his cock throbbed. “And that’s me teasing you.” She noted almost as an afterthought. “Put on some pants Hiro… actually, take a shower.” She then undid her bra knot, freeing his hands before tossing her jacket over her shoulder and walking out like the queen that she was. “Might want to take care of that first…” she noted with a smug grin as he glanced down at his twitching length.
About five minutes of furious annoyed fapping later Hiro dried off and put his clothes on before heading back into his room to find Gogo beating his high scores again. But unlike before when she left herself open, she was using the chair properly, she blew a bubble with another signature ‘Pop’.
“Hey you got any two-player games?”
“Yeah.” He said, hesitantly, “A couple.”
She held the controller out, “Got another one of these?”
“…Sort off.” He said. With less enthusiasm than you'd expect...
“Want to play with me?” she said, ‘innocently’. Or at least as Innocently as Hiro was going to let himself believe.
“…Sure.” He said and walked past her into Tadashi’s old room. Retrieved the second player control from a drawer. And returned, plugging it in and spending a good deal of time playing whatever with Gogo…
A couple of hours later.
“How did you get so good?!” He asked as she shrugged.
“That weird kid that Fred hates makes me play his stupid games when we go ask him for information.” She noted as she took down the boss with barely anything constituting help from Hiro. Not that he didn’t try. “…Richardson. He won’t let me play the same game twice… He’s tolerable When he’s not looking at my butt and calling me ‘dream girl’.”
“Why does he make you play games?” Hiro asked, wondering how much virus-laden spam he could send to Richardson.
“That’s his price. If I beat his scores, he does what we ask and if I ever lose, I have to go on a date with him. Something something, I’m never going to do it. And not just because I’ll never lose.” She added as they beat the game. “Cause he’s a weird little perv that likes watching me lean over his arcade machines.” She then eyed a rather annoyed looking Hiro. Pop, when her gum and her lips stretched into a smirk. “Ooooh? Feeling a little jealous.”
“…I’m feeling annoyed that you’re so good… Let’s bot fight instead.” He noted, in a rather surly tone.
“…Nah.” She replied, already picking another game from his extensive list. “This is much more fun.” She said blowing another bubble. “How about this one. Highway Warrior Turbo V Plus Hyper Turbo IV… does this game have two numbers in it?” she mumbled thoroughly confused.
“It’s a fighting game. 1 V 1.” He said…
“Alright surly boy, how about this…” she wiggled the control back and forth, watching him intently. “…If I win. We keep playing and I keep emasculating you.” He sighed, “If you win…” she cooed softly, huskily, “I drop my pants. Lie down on my back, and let you have your way with me.” His face went red, staring intently at his screen and not looking at her smug, smug, but incredibly seductive face.
POP went her gum in the palpable silence.
“…Press start.” He said…
One thorough beatdown later.
“How?! How is that possible!?” he squeaked indignantly as the sexy Chinese fighter with the Gogo legs and ass got a flawless victory on him. “You’ve never even played the game before!”
“Well I played Highway Warrior IV at Richardson’s arcade… he had the same response.” She said smugly, “Now… ready for more emasculating?”
“No! No, I am not!” he declared frustratingly, “Just… anything else Gogo. Come on, please?” Gogo watched him and smirked.
“I don’t know Hiro, I like beating you…” she said as he sighed, got on his knees.
“Please. Stop…” he sighed, as she laughed.
“Oh come on its not that bad.” She turned the game off and stood up, stretching. “…Alright. Grab your toolbox.” Hiro blinked at her curiously, “Come on. Grab your box and follow me. We’re going for a walk.” Hiro watched her slip her gloved hands into her pockets and watched her beautiful body strut out. “Hurry up!”
Hiro reached under his futon and grabbed the toolbox and quickly followed Gogo.
She went out of the house, and up the street. Together they walked for about thirty minutes until finally, they reached a storage center. Gogo walked right in with him behind her and together they moved through dozens of containers. She finally stopped at one before she unlocked it with a key. She lifted the shutter door open, inside was a small workbench, a raggedy looking couch and Hiro smiled at the sight of a beautiful, black, motorcycle… mostly unfinished.
“Wow… Look at that…” he said, the shiny black luster almost blinding as she pulled him in and shut the rattling shutter door. “Where did you get it?”
“Here. There. Everywhere… I’ve been working on it in my off time.” She said, “Engine still needs work. But tires, seat, chassis. That’s all good.”
Hiro gazed at it amazed before kneeling and inspecting the engines. “What are you going to do when it’s done?”
“Well I’m going to ride it.” she said practically, “Then I’m going to sell it, and find another one to work on. Repeat” She tossed him a wrench, pop went her gum as he caught it and she smiled. “Come on, you can help boy genius.” He grinned happily back…
After about an hour of hard work later, Gogo stretched, watching Hiro turning a few more bolts and wiping his forehead. “O-Kay…” he said, grinning at her as she smiled prettily back. “I think its good, battery and electrical is all hooked up… so… should we start it?”
“Hold on.” She said, taking a tiny gas can and filling the tank a little. “Let’s see if she’ll turn over. Open up the door a bit so we don’t choke on its exhaust.” He lifted the shutter door a bit and she swung a shapely leg over it, straddling the powerful machine as she put her foot on the starter and-
VROOOOM!! It roared to life as Hiro cheered Gogo grinned and let it roar a little more, revving it loudly and proudly as she finally turned it off.
“That was awesome!” Hiro smiled as Gogo smiled at him, popping another bubble. “When can we go for a ride?”
…Gogo’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she wiggled on the bike. “Oh… I don’t know Hiro… do you have any protection?”
“Ah… no I forgot my helmet at home.” he mumbled, scratching his moppy hair, “Ah well… maybe next… time…” Gogo smiled sultrily at him, blowing another bubble. Slowly… the air filling it up and-POP… she watched him as his eyes slowly widened. “Uh… actually Gogo.” He said, kneeling by his toolbox and opening it. “…I think I might have something.” He pulled out the condom packet, the very last one from that giant box she had given him weeks ago. He had stored it in his toolbox for just such an emergency.
“How about this?”
“Oh I think that will work Hiro…” she said, getting slowly off the bike before just as slowly pushing her biker shorts down. Naked from the waist down he watched as she straddled the bike again, leaning far forward so that her wonderful body molded upon it, her bouncy shapely rear rubbing her crotch on the leather seat as she wiggled it. “Hop on.” Her hands held onto the handlebars as her upper body leaned over the middle of it.
Hiro’s pants were on the floor without a second thought, his cock hard and ready as he tore the condom packet open, applying the condom with practiced ease before rubbing his hands on her back, and wonderful ass before tossing a leg over the bike. She felt his cock press between her ass cheeks as she wobbled that fleshy rear left and right, jerking and rubbing it as she wiggled it. His hands rested carefully on her ass cheeks as she moaned, spreading her apart as her pussy drooled a wet spot on the leather seat.
They groaned, shivering together as they connected, his length pushing deep into her body as she pushed back against him. Her hands still firmly on the handlebars but her upper body was pressed against the cool engine. She felt him enter completely inside her, his cock twitching against her inner walls as she moaned. Mouth open and eyes quivering in pleasure as his hands clutched to her tiny waist and began to pump her back and forth.
“Uh… ha… uh…” he went slow, and determinedly on. Steady and repetitive he enjoyed every inch of her body, as much as she enjoyed every inch of his length. And what a view he had, he would never get tired of watching her booty ripple as it bounced back against his thrusting waist, his gaze locked firmly onto her bouncing ass cheeks as they smacked back against him.
“Gogo… how do you always feel so gooooood…” he groaned eagerly, slowly speeding up as their echoing smacks filled the storage locker.
“Ha! Hahaha!” she laughed, biting her lower lip eagerly as she felt her own climax building, riding and rubbing her bike as he rode and rubbed her body. She shivered excitedly, her womanhood twitching around her younger lover's cock as she gasped, “Ahh... Ahh! I’m going to cum!” she moaned, her voice echoing like crazy around the storage locker as Hiro hissed, feeling her clench around him as his hands sunk firmly into her waist like they were glued there. “Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!”
She shuddered, head rolling back along with her eyes as her mouth opened and she screamed, “AhhhaAHHH!!!” she shuddered in pleasure as her lips stretched into a loving grin as Hiro trembled behind her, slamming his hips against her rippling ass as his arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. Slipping around them as her body writhed and shook on the bike.
Her orgasming body registered him speeding up, his hips smacking loudly against her fleshy ass as it rippled and shook with his constant deep motions, his cock throbbing and pulsating against her tight tunnel walls as she bit her bottom lip firmly, trying to stop the rapturous screaming of pleasure as he rode her, “Uh! AH! Ahh-Sh-it!!” she groaned, “Oh my GOD!”
“Ahh! Ahh!!...” Hiro went still, his hips pressed firmly against her ass as he held her tight, dropping onto her back as her fingers clawed the clutch of the bike, holding the handlebars tightly as her muscles disobeyed her and clenched tightly like a massive body-wide muscle cramp.
“NNNGHHH!” she tasted blood as the mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her. She felt the condom expand as it struggled to contain every drop of Hiro’s eager seed, she felt it so deep inside her that the entrance of her womb kissed the bulging balloon of cum…
As if VERY eager to take it.
“Ha… ha…”
“MMN… Gogo…” he moaned lovingly, slowly he pulled himself upright. His body was limp and weak, exhausted. He slowly pulled out of her, the balloon of cum scrapping her inner walls as she struggled to contain her body’s desire for more as her lower lips spread open and vomited out his cock, her arousal drooling onto the seat. “Oh… crap is… is that bad for the sale price?” he said, fairly certain that was going to stain.
Her lower body quivered before his eyes, her various holes ‘winking’ at him as her bouncy booty twitched ever so slightly at his exit. “No… no it will not be bad for the sale price.” She breathed heavily, licking her lips of drool and blood before she recovered herself. “…That was great…” she sighed, sitting up and groaned, “…Wow…” she smirked at him over her shoulder as POP went another bubble. “Somebody really likes biker chicks…” she teased.
But Hiro smiled cheerfully at her, “…You said I was great.” She went red, and scowled at him, smacking him lightly on the cheek. “Ow!”
“Come on get your pants on.” She said, cutely scowling as he cutely pouted. It was a smorgasbord of cute. If Honey Lemon was here right now a cute-plosion would happen. Gogo swiped up her pants and put them on one leg at a time as Hiro tied off the condom bag and put his own pants back on.
“Uh… what should I do with… this?”
“Trash can right over there.” She noted dismissively to the small steel bin filled with a plastic trash bag, old food wrappers, and the occasional packing peanut... “Or hell I don’t know, toss it over a fence outside.” The bulging thing already looked like an overfilled water balloon, but Hiro decided to toss it into the bin. It caught on something and exploded as Gogo sighed. “Well… now we can’t just leave it there it’ll stink up the place.”
Taking the bag and locking up Gogo and Hiro walked out of the storage area, “So… when are we going for a REAL ride?”
She blew a bubble and sighed, not looking at him. “…I don’t know… how about next week? We do have to make sure it runs before I put it up for sale.”
“We can run to the store.” He said proudly. “We’ve run out of condoms…” suddenly she felt his hand on her big, wonderful ass and he squeezed it fondly. “…Or you know. We could just not use them…”
She glared at him fiercely, but amazingly he didn’t remove his hand. She finally smirked as his confident look changed into the nervously little horny rabbit he was, “…Fine. We’ll go get more condoms… but you’re buying them this time.” Hiro frowned, blushing at the thought of buying a huge pack of condoms… But as he continued to get a handful of Gogo’s wonderful ass, he realized that almost any amount of embarrassment would be worth it… He’d rather ride Gogo than a cool motorcycle any day of the week.
“Alright that’s enough of that…” she noted, brushing his hand away from her tight rear. As they walked together back towards Hiro’s home. “Horn dog…” she teased. He sighed, but silently walking back home together was still pretty good. Even if she wouldn’t let him touch her in public.
“Hey Gogo. Hey Hiro.” Aunt Cass greeted them, stroking Mochi absently on the couch and watching TV. What did you two do today?” Gogo blew a bubble of gum, ruffling Hiro’s moppy hair almost lazily.
“Hiro helped me with my engine…” she said, smirking as Hiro went red. “Unsurprisingly he’s REAL GOOD with his hands.”
“That’s cool.” Aunt Cass smiled, “…It’s getting pretty late Gogo, how about you stay for dinner?”
“…Sure…” Gogo replied as Aunt Cass put Mochi on the couch, stood up, stretched, and went to the kitchen.
“Alright! Three meals coming up!”
Hiro smiled weakly, turning to Gogo with a mixture of horror and ‘are you serious’. “Really?” he squeaked, “You are evil.” Gogo just smiled, POP went her gum, and she followed Aunt Cass into the kitchen to help.
“But you love me.” She said teasingly, his gaze on her beautiful, tight rear…
“…I really do…” he mumbled with a reluctant, but lovestruck sigh. Burning her body into his mind before smirking happily to himself. "...She said I was great..."
End
Alright this is the last of the ideas that came to me, so hopefully I can think up some more. I don't want to just do a small 3000 word chapter since the other two are over 7000... so I'm going to try and keep these at 6000 word minimum. Regardless, It might be awhile until the next chapter, or it might be next week if I can come up with something. Either way, see you all next time.
Authors note: When I read through this for as many errors as I could find, I wrote bubble of cum three times instead of what should have been bubble of gum... I'd blame autocorrect, and its notorious habit of ruining my sentences. but... I highly doubt it would do that.
PS NOTE. there was apparently a 'bubble of bum'. Fuck Autocorrect. |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-4
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own BH6. All hail the Mouse
Mr. Sparkles was insane, unfair, and probably completely out of touch with reality… okay lets not kid ourselves the diminutive little dwarf was definitely out of touch with reality. Anyone in San Fransokyo who got a higher view count than him was on his hit list. Cats, cute babies, and… apparently. Amateur pornstars.
“Oh My GAWD!” squeaked the absurdly busty blonde cheerleader as she lifted her feet from a vat filled with snapping piranhas. Her breasts were as big as basketballs and stretched out her tight, midriff revealing red and white cheerleader uniform. Her long wavy blond hair bouncing left and right with her shaking head.
“Brittney STOP MOVING!” hissed her identically dressed ‘costar’ next to her. She was an attractive blue-haired punk with an impressive hourglass figure, cheerleader with a few piercings on her ear, right nostril and… other places. “You’ll make us fall!” their wrists were tied together, dangling precariously from a hook… one wrong move and it’ll slip.
“I swear to GOD!” barked a third identical uniformed cheerleader. A beautiful black girl with a big onion booty, thick shapely thighs, and long cornrows wrapped into a ponytail. She was the third girl of the trio. She yanked her feet up from a snapping piranha. “I am going to KILL my EX for posting that video!!” she shrieked.
“I AM GOING TO KILL YOUR EX FOR POSTING THAT VIDEO!!” The Punk Cheerleader replied angrily, quaking in fear as she heard the ropes rip on the hook. “…I can’t believe I’m going to die because I had SEX! THIS IS NOT A HORROR MOVIE!!”
“Maxie! HOLD ME!” Brittney yelped as Maxie sighed.
“…Who knows Brit, Piranha might not eat silicone…”
The black cheerleader, Shawna laughed hopelessly, “…Maxie I’m so sorry I slept with your brother.”
“God Shawna, now?! Right now!? REALLY!?”
“Oh, come on he was cute!” Brittney replied, “…And really good with his hands.” She said, her basketball breasts bouncing as they pulled up their legs again.
“You too?! God DAMN IT you two are such sluts!”
“I didn’t sleep with him!” Brittney replied indignantly, “…I just squeezed one out for him…” her breasts jiggled pointedly, the implication obvious. “…a bit.”
“…Never mind, this is a horror movie…” Maxie sighed, “…We are going to die. We had an orgy, and now we’re making a snuff film. Great.”
“HEY! Will you knock it off with the commentary?! That’s my job!” the diminutive man yelped at them, floating down on his odd crane chair.
“Hey, let us go! You limp dick little shit!” Shawna shrieked at him as the hook tore into the ropes.
“Stoooop MOVING!” Maxie hissed desperately as the Piranha came dangerously closer the more the ropes tore.
“Why are you doing this?!” whimpered Brittney pleadingly.
“Because you got higher views than me silly!” Mr. Sparkles grinned, “But don’t worry! In a few more moments…” he clicked a button on his armrest as cameras zoomed in on the girls from all angles. Making sure to get each in turn and every possible naughty bit. “I’ll get WAY more views than ‘Three Cheerleaders on a pole!’… You girls like to get…‘eaten out!’ Right?!” he grinned as all three groaned.
However suddenly the glass roof smashed and three of Big Hiro Six’s members landed onto the floor. The big guy Baymax, the speedy Gogo and-
“Oh my Gawd it’s Captain Cutie!” shrieked Brittney happily, “I love you in those stories!”
“Ugh…” the purple guy sighed, as Gogo smirked under the helmet. Hiro, HATED that name. None of Karmi’s other fanfiction names really caught on, but everyone still called Hiro ‘Captain Cutie’… I'm totally being serious too...
I’m not joking… everyone LITERALLY thinks Hiro’s superhero name is Captain Cutie.
“BIG HERO…” Mr. Sparkles paused, counted, then said, “THREE! SO! WE MEET AGAIN! BUTTON PUSH!”
Giant robot broccoli men appeared from essentially nowhere ready to fight. Baymax and Gogo struck fighting poses as Hiro leaped off his partner’s back, “Gogo! Baymax! You two take out the broccoli I’ll save the girls!”
“On it!” Gogo shouted as Baymax fired a rocket fist at a group of broccoli men. While Mr. Sparkles laughed manically, getting distracted and recording the brawl, Hiro climbed up the piranha tank and braced himself on the edge as the fearful college cheerleaders watched in trepidation, but not Brittney she was rather excited to be saved by ‘Captain Cutie’.
“Okay!” he mumbled under his helmet, his eyes shooting left and right as he made the calculations. Watching as the ropes almost ripped right through the hook and- he leaped. His boots propelling him forward as he hooked his arms around them and flew them onto the floor, they landed on top of him softening the blow. “…Ow.” He mumbled as suddenly the nearby wall was sliced open. Wasabi charged through the weakened hole in the wall followed by Honey Lemon and Fredzilla.
“…Oh dear.” Mr. Sparkles mumbled as his broccoli men were destroyed by Gogo’s flying disks. Using Wasabi as a springboard, Fredzilla leaped towards Mr. Sparkles.
“HERO LEAP!” he shouted dramatically, posing before his gaping maw burst forth a fireball. “FIRE BLAST!”
Mr. Sparkles' crane connecting to the chair melted, and he fell to the floor with a crash as Honey Lemon painted him with chemical balls, sticking him in place. “…Phooey.”
Moments later.
“Oh my GAWD! We got saved by Captain Cutie!” Brittney squealed delightedly as she held up her phone puckering her lips and taking a selfie with a very embarrassed Hiro as she cuddled him.
“I always thought he was just a short guy… but I kinda like it.” Maxie purred. Wrapping her arms around Hiro from behind as Brittney kept taking pictures.
“Wait until the rest of the girls see this!!” Shawna replied, “…And my ex!” she added bitterly before giving Hiro’s mask a kiss and taking a picture.
…There was no way Hiro wasn’t enjoying this… And he was, just a little. Three attractive college cheerleaders? That’s the dream right there… but he couldn’t help but feel… unsafe. Even when the police arrived to take Mr. Sparkles away. Dragged out of the warehouse he had been using as his hideout and studio by Gogo.
“Hey hey! Watch the suit!” he grumbled, before pouting as he saw the three cheerleaders fawn over a very embarrassed but shyly amused Hiro. “Look at that! Pfffftp!!” he blew a raspberry at them. “It's SOOO easy to sell sex! I don’t need to do that! I have dignity! I-” but he paused… as he saw the look on Gogo’s face. He grinned smugly, “Oh hooo.. what’s the matter speedy? Don’t… like…” Gogo’s head slowly turned to him, and he looked into her eyes behind the mask.
Mr. Sparkles was insane, unfair, and completely out of touch with reality…
But that LOOK Gogo gave him… that absolute indescribable LOOK. Turned him sane for a very, VERY, brief moment. “…I’ll be good.” He whimpered quickly, gazing horrified into her eyes as if staring into the deep abyss of some eldritch abomination.
“Take him.” Gogo said coolly to the officers as they seized a very forlorn and unusually quiet Mr. Sparkles.
“Captain Cutie one more picture!” Brittney pleaded, her breasts wobbling enticing at Hiro’s eye level. In fact, his eyes seemed to bounce with them. They were SERIOUSLY as big as his head, how did she even cheer with those?
“I know… Let’s all take one together…” Shawna said with a sultry purr, “Maybe one without your helmet." she cooed seductively.
Hiro held up his hands hesitantly, “Uh… haha… I don’t think I should…”
“Ooh… don’t worry Captain Cutie… we can take our clothes off too…” Maxie grinned eagerly, “If it’ll make you more… comfortable.” It certainly did not. “…But you know… maybe we could all go to a nice quiet-”
“CAPTAIN CUTIE.” The voice of darkness growled as the four of them realized that the rest of Big Hero Six was still here… the 'speedster' girl staring determinedly at them “We need to GO.”
“Uh… right. Um… yes.” He said, nervously feeling his armor melting off his body. And not in a good way. “Right. Well. Ladies you uh… you be good.” He said, approaching and climbing onto Baymax’s back.
“Oh, we'd rather be naughty…” Maxie grinned at him as they waved him goodbye. Brittney actually a little tearful as she bounced and waved, her breasts moving up and down as if they were being dribble by basketball players.
“Bye Captain Cutie! Come to San Fransokyo University football games!” she cheered, “We’ll always make time and say hi to you!”
“And More!” Shawna added as Maxie elbowed her.
“Geez Shawna, just throw your underwear at him already! Come on let’s go kill your ex.”
“We’re not really going to do that are we?” Brittney asked nervously.
“No. Brit. We’re just going to beat the shit out of him.” Maxie replied, “…And tell his parents he’s a drug dealer.”
Flying, driving and skating, Big Hero Six finally made it back to their secret base. They entered and dropped onto respective couches and chairs and emitted a relaxed sigh. Wasabi took off his visor and shook out his dreadlocks, “Uh… where’s Gogo? She’s usually the first one back.
“She was right behind you guys.” Hiro noted nervously as he began to remove Baymax’s armor starting by taking off his helmet. Honey Lemon made her way to her personal hero room to change as Fredzilla stretched out on the couch.
“Maybe she went to get donuts.” Wasabi and Hiro stared at him as he pushed off his suit helmet. “…Yeah, actually guys I didn’t believe myself either.” Fred added.
“But man, what a night.” Wasabi sighed, “High Voltage, Yama, AND Mr. Sparkles… what? Was it three for one at a supervillain store?” Fred chuckled as Hiro deposited Baymax’s armor into a neat pile. “It’s pretty late.” Wasabi yawned. “…You guys want a ride home, or should we just crash here?”
A few late nights of crime-fighting quickly encouraged them to the idea of having sleeping quarters at their secret base. Which summed up to the couch, a recliner, and essentially leaving the guys with cots. Gogo and Honey Lemon claimed the softer rest spots, more out of a gentlemanly courtesy than the fact that Gogo looked at them dangerously.
“You should not drive drowsy.” Baymax said, raising a finger. “Studies show that it leads to 12% increase in accidents. Due to lower response time and-“
“Thank you Baymax.” Hiro smiled, sliding on a roll-away chair to his computer and running diagnostics over everyone’s gear. “…I think I’ll head back later guys if you want to go…”
“Why don’t we call Heathcliff for a ride?” Honey Lemon said sweetly, now dressed in her regular clothes.
“My man Heath!” Fred said sitting up, “That’s a great idea. I’ll give him a call. GASP!!” he gasped suddenly, “You guys could sleepover at the mansion!”
“Oh that sounds like so much fun!” Honey Lemon clapped happily as Wasabi sighed under his breath.
“Please no.” but then Honey Lemon smiled broadly at him, and he submitted. “…Fine. But what should I do with my car?”
“Just leave it in the garage.” Hiro noted, “It’ll be fine here and Heathcliff could bring you back tomorrow.” Fred was already calling the family butler, “I’ll lock up when I leave.”
“He’ll be here in ten.” Fred said, “…The guy is a heck of a driver.”
"Isn't the mansion like 30 minutes away?" Wasabi asked.
"...A heck of a driver." Fred repeated grinning.
“...Alright I’ll go park my baby.” Wasabi said, getting off the recliner as Honey Lemon began chatting with Fred, both following him outside.
“Hiro.” Baymax said suddenly as Hiro glanced at his big soft buddy. “My battery level is low.”
“Yeah you might as well hop into your spare charger buddy.” Hiro said, as he activated a rotating wall that revealed a spare charger for Baymax. “I’ll wake you up when we’re heading home.”
“Yes Hiro.” Baymax said, squeaking slowly towards the big charger, standing on it. Then his black eyes clicked close and he deflated.
Hiro smiled at his sleeping companion. “Night buddy.” He said, getting back to work. He heard Wasabi park his car, he heard Honey Lemon say goodnight, and he heard everything go quiet… his fingers tap-tap-tapping away at his computer. He needed to get Skymax down and fill it back up with the uniforms… he stretched on the seat, groaning slightly… He probably was going to crash on the couch. He was exahaust-
“Hiro.”
“DAH!?” he jumped as his chair spun and he found himself staring into Gogo’s face. “Oh… uh… hey. Gogo…” he said hesitantly, wondering where she had gone off too. “Where have you been?”
“Thinking. I sped around for a while.” She said, standing upright and crossing her arms across her chest. “Don’t worry about it.” she said coolly as POP went her gum. She wasn’t wearing her orange armor. Just the tight black skintight suit. Her feet were bare, and she wasn’t wearing gloves. “Where did the others go?”
“Heathcliff came and took them to Fred’s place, they're all going to sleepover."
“…All three of them?”
“Yeah.” He replied, his eyes wandering her skintight suit, it hugged every inch of her voluptuous, curvaceous body. She might as well have been naked… Hiro wished she was just naked… But her butt looked amazing in anything that hugged her body so it wasn’t much of a difference.
“…Well I feel kinda bad for Wasabi.” She noted, “Fred AND Honey Lemon?”
“They’re not bad.” Hiro said fondly while yawning broadly.
“You don’t live with Honey Lemon. Why do you think I need ‘Gogo Time’?” Hiro thought about it for a moment then conceded the point...sort of. It WAS Gogo so... “Anyway. What are you working on?” she said glancing at the computer.
“Oh. Little things.” Hiro replied casually, “Skymax response time and pickup, and testing our connections to the police scanners…”
“You done then?” Gogo asked casually.
“Yeah actually I-“
“Good.” She pushed him slightly out of the way and took the mouse. “I got something you’re going to want to watch. Opening the net to a well-known porn site.
“Uh… Gogo.” Hiro fidgeted as she typed in 3 cheerleaders on a pole. Three recently acquainted cheerleaders. All three were topless but wearing their short cheerleader skirts, without underwear. Brittney the blonde was up against a stripper pole, her big basketball breasts wobbling as she wiggled, she had a collar around her neck attached to a chain, that was attached to another collar on the stripper pole.
“Come to momma, slut.” Maxie the punk girl cooed, “Give me those tits.” Red-faced she wrapped her hands around Brittney’s big right breast and loudly and wetly sucked on Brittney’s nipple, squeezing the big silicon orb as the beautiful blonde whimpered.
“Maxie… Ohh…” she moaned. Hiro couldn’t look away, watching in terrified awe as Shawna crawled into view, her big black ass wobbling as she squatted on her heels before Brittney, lifting the beautiful busty blonde’s skirt over her head as Brittney squealed delightedly.
“…Whhhhhy am I watching this?” Hiro noted hesitantly, trying to tear his eyes away as Maxie pushed Shawna’s head deeper between Brittney’s thighs. “I mean… I can’t look away but…”
“Cause apparently you like skanky cheerleaders.” Gogo noted a little smugger then Hiro noticed.
“Eat that pussy you black slut! I want to watch her dance!” Maxie growled eagerly, her face a little red. “Hey dick head! Give me more of that ‘fuel’!” she yanked a bottle of tequila from the cameraman, took a swig before pouring more into a jiggling Brittney’s mouth. It dribbled from her mouth and pooled around her breasts, sliding down her body as she licked her lips.
“Give me some of that!” Shawna cooed, yanking the bottle and taking a drink. Gasped at the burning sensation, before taking another swig and pushing her face back beneath Brittney’s skirt.
“Ooohoooh!!” Brittney wobbled and wiggled erotically. Her basketball breasts bouncing as if an entire basketball team had their hands on them. And with that… lucrative thought. Hiro, furiously red in the face, immediately paused the video. Thought better of it. And closed it completely.
“I don’t like skanky cheerleaders!” he said suddenly a little offended. “And they weren’t skanky… Also they were clearly very drunk in that video.” He blinked at the screen as if expecting the video to still be there, then immediately imagined Brittney’s big fake breasts bouncing and quickly decided to get away from his screen. “Why did you need to show me that?”
“Just to make sure you’re aware of what they’re famous for.” Gogo noted confidently, “They were fawning over ‘Captain Cutie’ pretty hard.”
“Oh come on Gogo.” He replied blushing a little, “They were just being friendly. I did save them from a vat of Piranhas after-“ he then paused, then looked at her unreadable face. She blew a slow pink bubble and POP.
…And that pop functioned like a light bulb turning on over his head.
“…Were you jealous?” she STARED at him. Her unreadable face even more unreadable.
“No.” she said, flatly.
Hiro was unable to hide his big, stupid, goofy grin of pure happiness. “Holy crap, you were!”
“NO!” she repeated firmly, her face unchanging and blowing her bubble of gum.
“Oh man that’s a… relief…” he whimpered as she glared at him. The same glare that briefly turned Mr. Sparkles sane. “…Eep.”
“And WHY? Exactly is it a relief?” she said, dangerously calm.
“...Well… I… uh…” his words died in his mouth as if Gogo’s glare was melting them as they left his lips. “…I thought I’d be the only one.”
“The only one what?”
“That would have to worry about being jealous. It’s kind of a relief.” Gogo’s glare lessened and she stared at him confused, covering her confusion with another bubble of gum. Pop
“What are you talking about?”
“Uh… Gogo. I don’t know if you’ve noticed.” He said, gesturing between them. “But between the two of us, you’re far more likely to find someone better.” Gogo briefly wondered if she should be insulted. But Hiro was often just too forward-thinking to ACTUALLY think about what he said. But then he elaborated.
“On a 1 to 10 scale you are EASILY an 11 and I’m about a 5.” He said raising his hands up and down like a scale. “I know my math.”
Gogo suddenly giggled, her lips twitching. “…Wow really? You’re an idiot.” She said as he shrugged sheepishly.
“There are taller, muscular guys out there Gogo.” He raised a finger then reopened the web browser, showing the well-known porn site, “Ah… there’s one and there’s one and… oh, no. Not those guys. But you get my point.” He said a little proudly. “Plenty of better-looking guys.”
Gogo sighed, looked away and seemed to be thinking. Pop went another bubble. “Okay. Fine. I was… a LITTLE jealous, that a trio of pornstars wanted to jump into my boyfriend’s pants…” seeing the goofy grin on his face she added. “Emphasis of ‘boy’.” She added insultingly. But Hiro was so glad she wasn’t pissed with him he was perfectly fine with that.
“To be fair once I took off my armor they wouldn’t be interested.” He said 'practically', “They liked ‘Captain Cutie’. And I am Hiro.” He grinned that stupid grin and began to take off the rest of his armor, he needed to get it packed back up into Skymax.
‘I wouldn’t bet on it’. Gogo thought inwardly. Hiro might be short, scrawny, and a bit of a idiot despite his teen genius status, but he STILL had a pretty big, or at least above average, dick and he could use it.
“What did you do with your armor?” Hiro asked her as she shot back to reality, blowing another bubble as a cover as it popped.
“I packed it up already.” She said, walking towards him in her tight black undersuit. Then as he went to strip off his undersuit she reached out and took a fistful of it around his chest and dragged him around towards the couch.
“WHOA!!” he was hurled onto it gazing up a little nervous and a little excited. “Uh… Gogo?” he asked hesitantly as she ran her hands over her shapely ‘daikon radish’ thighs. Smirking as his eyes memorized every tight curve of her body.
“Hmmm…” she smirked coolly at him as his suit suddenly became very strained, holding his erection valiantly as he stared at her in reverence. “…I think you owe me an apology Hiro.” She said smugly and his reverent look changed to that of utter confusion.
“I… do? For what?” she leaned forward, her flexible back arching so he could gaze at her raised up hindquarters, perfectly hugged by her tight suit.
“For watching porn.” She said smugly, standing upright again.
Hiro opened his mouth indignantly, and she shoved her crotch in his face. She cooed softly as he instantly melted, his hands slid around to her ass cheeks, squeezing them lovingly as she rolled her head slowly back, letting him rub his cheek against her increasingly dampening crotch. Hiro suddenly didn’t CARE about her reasoning… he had Gogo in his hands and that was more than enough reason for him.
“I love you…” he sighed as her hand rested on his head, rubbing his moppy hair as she suddenly giggled.
“How much?” she said confidently as he gazed up at her and smiled.
“I don’t have a word for it… Everything.” He replied, squeezing her soft ass cheeks in his hands as he utterly devoted himself to her.
She smirked at him as he groped her body, letting him feel her. Rub her, touch her… she was going to soak her suit she was suddenly just so hot. “Prove it.” she said, slowly unzipping it from her neck down. He watched in awe as her breasts pushed her tight suit open and she lowered it all the way to her navel.
“Prove it?” he blinked up at her milky skin confused.
“Prove it.” she repeated, pulling the top half of her suit away, freeing her breasts and arms as she slipped it down her waist, revealing her trimmed pubic hairs and naked body as she removed her shapely legs. “Right now.”
“How?” He said immediately as she sat next to him casually on the couch, completely naked. She lied into the cushions, letting him watch as she caressed her breasts, her stomach, her waist, her fingers slowly playing with her folds as they leaked her apparent arousal.
“Get on your-” she blinked as he got onto the floor, crawling between her spread legs and gazing up at her as she finished a little lamely, “…Knees.” He gazed at her devotedly, completely open to her commands. She compared him to a pet once, she didn’t like it but it was growing on her… like an actual pet. She spread her folds; Hiro imagined steam hissing from her deep, pink tunnel. Gogo was so hot, he always imagined she had a literal fire burning inside her.
“Eat.” She ordered simply, smugly. A tiny, TINY bit of her expected Hiro to falter. Sure, she gave him head but that came with rules and restrictions. Condoms, for one, and ‘Do not cum in my mouth ever or die’ was another. But she realized that Hiro wasn’t stalling, time was just oddly standing still.
Her order and his complaisance were instantaneous. Gogo was an ‘experienced’ but careful girl, she had a few partners, quick, forgettable, most were the same. Head, vaginal, and tiny, tiny bit of anal… before Hiro at any rate. She never had an adventurous lover before.
Well she had one now, and he LOVED her.
“UuwaaahhaaUGHHH!!” she SHUDDERED on the couch, her legs clamping so hard around Hiro’s head in her sudden pleasure he had to pry them off, holding them firmly open with his hands, his adrenaline activating because Gogo in her pleasure through’s almost crushed his head. “Ahh... AHHH!!!” Gogo writhed exotically and beautifully against his tongue… her normally beautiful and calm face contorting almost comically in lust. Her eyes wide, her tongue lolling, her mouth panting.
Porn called it Ahegao. Gogo called it MIND-BLOWING. Hiro called it beautiful.
Whatever you will call it. Gogo LOVED it.
“Ooh my GOD! HIRO! HIRO!!” she covered her mouth, dampening her blissful scream as her eyes rolled. Hiro kept licking, prodding, nibbling her constantly and unendingly, trying to devour every trace of her honey-like arousal, it was a fool’s errand; she just made MORE. “MMPH! mMMM!!!” she smacked hard on the couch cushions as her legs shuddered, her ass clenched, her pussy quivered then her back arched as she came HARD on Hiro’s every probing tongue.
He just didn’t STOP. Gogo inhaled heavily through her nose, trying to regain composure only for Hiro to pin her writhing hips down to get deeper, to taste more. She drooled arousal into his mouth, as if eager to feed him her salty, but pleasant, taste.
But again… Hiro didn’t stop. He loved every. Single. PIECE of Gogo… he would happily do everything she told him to an more. She was his addiction and his utter desire… and her passionate orgasms only made him want to do more…
But the fourth orgasm was enough. She had had a third in relative controlled silence only for the fourth to rip ALL of that control apart, and a scream of bliss from her throat, muffled by her hand. “MMMMRGPH!!!” she pushed a slightly hurt Hiro away and it was only then he realized…
Just how MUCH Gogo enjoyed it…
She crawled away, on the couch. She pushed weakly off Hiro’s chest as she gasped and panted, “Ha… ahh… HOOO!!” she sucked in air, and rolled over… her breasts quivering as her chest rose and fell… somehow… someway… she needed to regain control. He was looking at her concernedly, she needed to be the Bigger Girl and accept that Hiro was stupidly good at Sex. And she needed to make sure ONLY SHE KNEW THAT.
“…Apology… accepted.” She breathed, one arm over her slightly panicked eyes as she suddenly remembered to chew her gum. Quite thankful she didn’t SWALLOW it in the middle of all of that. “…That was good.” She added as he grinned, licking his lips as she glanced at him… suddenly getting a little lady boner.
“Well… alright then…” he said a little awkwardly, she frowned as he STARED at her. She wasn’t even really looking at him, but she was naked so she KNEW he was staring at her… but it was the way he was staring…
“…*sigh*” she sat up, shuddered slightly at the sudden movement and looked at him sternly. “Strip.” She said, as he stared blankly back, but then stood up. Eagerly doing just as told as she stood off the couch, his cock jumping free. She smirked, oddly enough she could almost imagine it saying-
“YAY! GOGO!”
-every time it did that. Her fingers brushed beneath his long length, gently, sultrily, as if tickling but not enough to make him laugh. “Sit.” She said as he sat on the couch, watching her excitedly as his cock wiggled and throbbed.
She leaned forward and shoved her lips against his, piercing into his mouth and shoving her gum inside. “Hold that.” she said as his cock eagerly shivered, knowing what was coming… however what he didn’t expect was almost immediately, she knelt before him. Arms on his thighs, hand wrapped around his cock.
…He wasn’t wearing a condom… what was she-OH GOD!!!
Raw, unprotected, and pure. Gogo’s lips wrapped around his cock and he melted. “MMm… mmm.” She moaned gently, her humming lips sending pleasurable vibrations through his length straight up to his brain but unfortunately they were scrambled and coded… at least according to his brain.
His COCK however knew exactly what was happening and the messages sent boiled down too 'a condom-less blowjob was the greatest thing ever'. Hiro melted into the couch, twitching occasionally as Gogo’s head moved faster and faster. No condom meant direct contact, and since Hiro had only ever experienced Gogo’s head game with a condom on, he was utterly unprepared for the pure blissful pleasure of an unrestrained Gogo.
The last guy to experience that got blacklisted from teaching… He’d still probably say it was worth it… from his homeless tent.
“Mmm-mm-mmmm-mm-SLURP!” she gazed up at him, her eyes sultry and inviting, his cock pulsating in her mouth, on her tongue, in her throat. She took every inch easily. Her head and hands twisting, turning, licking, sucking, stroking…
Hiro was going to die. His balls pulsated and quivered, ready to fire but his melted brain unscrambled the messages and sent an immediate ‘Hold Fire’ order. Blowing a load into Gogo’s mouth was a sure way to LOSE his Little Hiro. Hiro writhed and twitched but Gogo wasn't stopping, gazing up at him as his cock pulled a disappearing and reappearing act from her lips.
“Gogo… you have to stop. You have to STOP!” he whined, desperate for her to do the exact OPPOSITE but knowing better.
She hilted his cock into her mouth, she sucked and slurped his length as her talented throat massaged his planted dick before she slid slowly up his trembling length. Flicking the tip with her extending tongue as she pulled off. His cock throbbed, desperate to hold fire, desperate to cum. His whole body was practically destroying itself with the mixed messages. “Gogo…” he whined, whimpering as she squeezed the base of his shaft.
“…Just this once.” She said firmly. It took him a moment to realize what she was talking about… and he realized it a second after she slid his cock back into her mouth, down her throat. And held herself down, gazing intently at him as her throat massaged him…
…Oh my God…
“FIRE FIRE EVERYTHING!!”
His body declared immediately as every inch of his being realized what she was talking about.
Gogo flinched as Hiro screamed his release, it was POWERFUL and LONG. But she held on strong, her eyes closed as his seed rushed down her clenching throat, she gulped and choked a little but held firm. Her stomach filling with his seed and warming her stomach as she utterly and completely drained her little lover… he had done a good job; it was only fair to give him something special.
His cock softened in her throat, and he moaned incoherently on the couch, practically melting into it as she slowly pulled off his still twitching length. “HAaa!” she gasped and flinched as she tasted a small dollop of his cum on her tongue. She quickly swallowed it…
….She didn’t HATE the taste… but she didn’t like it. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice said ‘Progress’.
“…Am I dead? I’m dead now aren’t I?”Hiro breathed blissfully on the couch, she lifted his legs onto it. Before she herself crawled next to him, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her face into his hair.
“Yep… your dead…” suddenly she burped, turning a little red as he laughed at the sound.
“Want your gum back?”
“…Sure.” Her eyes widened as he kissed her, shoving it into her mouth as he climbed over her, pinning her beneath him and caressing her body. As she cooed into his lips, her hands rubbing him now as she felt his little Hiro against her thigh. “…You're still going to need a condom for that…” she noted as he pulled away, sighing and resting his head on her chest.
“…I forgot to leave some here…” she laughed, rubbing his moppy hair.
“Poor you. No pussy today. Just great head…” she smirked as he sighed, but grinned.
“…I bet those cheerleaders would let me… OW! OOOW!!” she pinched his cheeks, hard. The upper and lower ones. “Ow! Ow! I’m Sorry! OW!!” she let go as the worst possible thing happened.
“Hiro. I detect and injury.”
Hiro sat up on the couch as Baymax began to inflate. Gogo stared horrified up at the ceiling as Hiro’s boner was essentially killed. “I’m fine! Baymax! I just… stubbed my toe!” he said, “1! It’s a 1! Don’t… come over here… buddy, I’m… changing…”
He lifted a leg as Gogo rolled off the couch, grabbing for her suit and desperately trying to put it one. Glaring at Hiro as he was briefly distracted by her jiggling, wiggling body on the floor.
“…Your clothes are over here… Hiro.” Baymax noted politely, waddling in place. “…And here.” He pointed to Hiro’s armor. “And Here…” he pointed to Hiro’s helmet on the desk.
“Yes! Thank you! Baymax!” Hiro noted as Gogo finally slipped her legs into her suit, sliding on one arm, then the other, before arching her back in a reverse bridge, and zipping up. Taking a breath and collapsing.
“Also. I detect a rapid heartbeat.” Baymax Noted as Gogo’s eyes widened in Horror. “A rapid heartbeat is a sign of stress and danger. Are you alright Hiro?”
“I’m sure that’s just a bit of a glitch!” Hiro noted, leaping naked over the couch as he walked up to Baymax. “How about I put some pants on and run a diagnostic on you.”
“Very well Hiro. Also. You have an-“
“Yes. I’m aware Baymax.”
“There is nothing wrong with relieving yourself in private Hiro. Perhaps I can-“
“NO. You can’t help me with it Baymax. Thank you.” He mumbled, wondering WHY Tadashi would let Baymax have ANY reference to that sort of thing. He led Baymax away to retrieve his clothes as Gogo got up. The mood effectively killed as she walked over to the computer to delete the web history. Just to be sure. And began gathering up Hiro’s armor… and found something stuck between the joints of his back
And found a tore piece of paper. It was a little thing, probably garbage but there WAS a hastily scribbled but clearly written note. ‘Maxie’ heart, heart, xoxo and a number. Plus 'call me'.
“…Oh ho… that bitch…” Gogo noted coldly, folding it up and getting her pants, putting it into her pocket. “No Hero’s for you.” She added as Hiro came back into the main room with Baymax.
“Oh… Hey Gogo.” He said, barely containing his ‘surprise’ at seeing her. “I wondered where you were.”
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Gogo noted, making sure the Cheerleader’s number was very deep in her pocket. “Well… I guess there’s nothing much to do tonight. How about we head home?”
“Oh uh… sure.” Hiro noted. As Gogo stared at him and smirked.
“Want to leave so I can change?”
“Oh! Yeah-haha…” he laughed nervously and a little red, turning around and walking away. Completely forgetting that the masquerade was back on.
“Hiro. Your heart rate has increased. And your cheeks are flushed. I do not detect a fever.”
“Thank you! Baymax!” Hiro noted, feeling a little blue-balled right now. Not only did he not get inside the most beautiful woman in San Fransokyo, but his best friend was the cock-block!
“So you must be stressed. Perhaps you can ask Gogo, to give you a sensual massage.” Baymax noted as Hiro coughed. “Or. Perhaps I can do it for you.” He rubbed his hands together as if in prayer, “I can perform a variety of-“
“No thank you Baymax!” he replied sadly.
Eventually Gogo stepped out of the room she used to change, wearing her white shirt, jacket, and tight pants as she casually approached Hiro, blowing a bubble of gum as he watched her. He was outside, just finishing up storing their uniforms into Skymax as he quickly shot off into the air once filled. “So how are you getting back to your apartment?”
“Hmm? I’m not. Aunt Cass’s place is closer.” Hiro blushed and smiled goofily.
“Uh… oh… so… you’re coming with us? We were going to take the buuuus…” he then remembered that it was too late for the bus. “…Huh… letting the guys leave now seems like it was a bad idea…” Gogo spun something on her finger. A key fob, Hiro blinked at it. “What’s that?”
“Spare keys to Wasabi’s car.” She said, turning with a wink over her shoulder as she casually headed towards the garage.
“He gave you spare keys to his car?” Hiro asked surprised as he and Baymax followed. “…Wasabi would never give you keys to his car.” Hiro noted as he got into said Car with Gogo. Baymax slowly deflating beside them before slipping into the back.
“…Well like a lot of things between us Hiro…” she smiled beautifully at him. “Don’t tell.” Hiro smiled back as Baymax blinked his eyes between them.
“…I detect that both of your heart rates have increased.” Both of our heroes went red face. And before anyone but Gogo could notice she promptly put Wasabi’s fresh tires to work, all the way back to Aunt Cass’. Hiro didn't say a thing.
End of Chapter.
You know... I rather like this one. It came out much different than I expected it too, but hey, seat of pants writing hasn't failed me before.
Brittney, Maxie and Shawna are NOT from BH6... |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-5
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own BH6 All hail the mouse.
Waking up next to a beautiful woman is a wonderful thing. Waking up BENEATH a beautiful woman is… phenomenal.
“Ah… yeah… MMn…” Hiro’s eyes opened as his kinda girlfriend Gogo swung upright on top of him. “Ahh…” getting a wonderful view beneath her, her big breasts heaving and her waist gyrating. He almost forgot that he was in his room and his aunt was RIGHT DOWNSTAIRS. “MMn… yeah…” she moaned, his cock throbbing eagerly inside her at the sound as she took his hands and lifted them up to her chest. A confident smirk on her face as her mouth stretched open in a laugh and a pleasurable gasp.
Her hips rocked back and forth on him, her majestic ass grinding on his legs as he squeezed her breasts, she moaned eagerly, tossing her head again as she rode him like her bike. “Come on Hiro.” She purred softly in a husky whisper as his cock trembled inside her tight warm tunnel. “Come on.” He sat up, she grinned as he kissed her, hands wrapped tightly onto her ass cheeks as he lifted and dropped her. “MMN! MMm!! MMM!!” her fingerless gloves clawed on his back as her breasts pressed to his.
“Mwah… ah… Gogo!” he grunted, squeezing her ass tightly as he pulled her closer, and down on his cock…
The condom filled almost instantly with his plentiful morning load. Gogo laughed softly to herself, before silencing him abruptly. He fell onto his back on the bed, grunting as she fell on top of him. Raising and dropping her hips on him as she slammed down, and wiggled. “MMmn…hmmm…” she pulled away… and blew a bubble of gum in his face. It popped and she smirked.
“That’s right… you’re welcome.” She chuckled confidently, slapping his face lightly before sliding off of him. “MMMn! That’s the spot…” she said lazily, blowing another bubble as she strutted around the room like she owned it… completely naked.
“What are you doing here?” he mumbled in disbelief, before promptly tending to little Hiro and his full glove, grumbling slightly as he tied it off and disposed of it in his trash… beneath more trash and trying to remember to empty it so Aunt Cass didn’t have to… “…Not that I mind.” He added under his breath before immediately turning to Tadashi’s room and finding the door shut. He breathed a sigh of relief, Baymax was still ‘asleep’.
“I thought I’d come and wake you up.” Gogo replied casually, still strutting around naked. Only wearing her fingerless gloves, her tight pants, shirt and jacket casually draped over the chair… then she began to flex. Stretching her arms wide in the air her back arched, her butt popped. Her long shapely legs stretching as she flexibly bent forward, bending almost in half as she grabbed her ankles and tapped her forehead to her shins.
“Oh my god…” he gurgled softly to himself as he watched wide-eyed as her body contorted almost disproportionately.
“Hmmm.” She moaned comfortably, standing back upright and clenching her majestic butt as it visibly twitched and clenched…
It wasn’t a ‘twerk’. Gogo does NOT ‘twerk’. Obviously. She wouldn’t do that at all for any reason… especially not for Hiro’s viewing pleasure... She was... flexing.
“So you just… walked right in and decided to drop your pants? What about Aunt Cass?” he mumbled nervously.
“Sleeping.” Gogo noted. “I’d say I didn’t hear you complaining… but seeing as you’re whining right now that would be a lie.” She noted with her confident smirk, as she casually strutted to the bathroom.
…It was an odd, ODD, Sight to watch Gogo walk around naked… as if that was her natural state. Hiro was still a little bit… well, ‘angry’ wasn’t the word… he couldn’t be angry at Gogo especially since… you know. SEX. But perhaps indignant was the word.
He was indignant at Gogo… but… well… Gogo’s BUTT. It was VERY distracting.
It sashayed left, it sashayed right… almost in slow motion as his eyes instinctively followed the glorious apple bottom. Then it stopped moving and he snapped out of his trance. Most of Gogo was inside his bathroom… except for her rear which was leaning against the doorframe as her hands slid slowly up and down the edges of the door.
“What?” she asked, glancing coyly over her shoulder as her rear wiggled ever so slightly left and right.
“…Noth…ing.” He said lamely, trying to find ANYTHING else to focus on but nope… his eyes were still glued to his kinda girlfriend’s ass…
“Hmph.” She scoffed lazily, “Well again Hiro. You’re welcome.” She then slunk into the bathroom and after a few seconds the shower was on. Hiro, Gogo’s spell broken, slapped his face and pulled it down. It stretched comically as he groaned out once more.
“Oh my GOD…” he sighed sadly, “…Damn I love her… but she’s going to KILL me…” he quickly glanced around for pants, retrieved said pants… but before applying said pants he realized… he was still a bit sticky and resolved to take a quick shower…
…Which was currently occupied by his smoking hot, potentially crazy, and definitely dangerous kinda girlfriend. Oh well. Worst case scenario he gets to watch her shower. He glanced into his bathroom with his clothes under one arm as Gogo rinsed off. Humming to herself as she shook out her wet hair beneath the pouring water. Without a care in the world. He sighed, put his clothes onto a nearby table before walking to his curtains and sliding them open.
“HIRO!”
“AHHH!!?” he leaped away from the window as a giant chameleon lizard-thing/FRED. Appeared on his window. “FRED!!” he roared indignantly, covering his underwear with his hands. “What the actual Hell!?” Fred’s face ejected from his chameleon mask’s mouth, grinning unconcerned at Hiro’s near nakedness.
“Hiro! Hiro! Hiro! Quick! We GOT to get to the MEGAPLEX! They’re going to show an advanced showing of Kentucky Kaiji 4: We don’t need no subtitles!”
Hiro gaped open-mouthed at Fred, “Fred. I am NAKED.”
“Mostly naked.” Fred grinned practically, “Get dressed let’s GO! GO! GO!! And get Gogo!”
“What about Gogo?!” Hiro squeaked nervously but Fred merely shrugged, tugging at his sticky hands on the glass, they were firmly stuck… they still needed a bit of work.
“Nothin.” He replied flatly, “Just saying. I’m trying it out.” He tugged valiantly on his hand. Grunting as his arm wiggled comically but his fingers remained stuck to Hiro’s window. “We should also get Honey Lemon and Wasabi.” He added casually before he yanked his hand off the glass, and his other hand took that particular moment to unstick as well. “Whoa!!” he fell backward, his feet still on the glass as his head and back slammed onto the wall below. “…Ow…” he mumbled as Hiro slammed the curtains shut.
“Hiro. I detect an Injury.” Came Baymax’s muffled voice from his ‘room’ as Hiro’s brain quickly ran through whatever options he could. His eyes shot to Gogo’s clothes, casually spread across his computer chair. Since he didn’t want to explain WHY Gogo’s clothes were on the chair. WITHOUT GOGO. He scooped them up and tossed them into his bathroom.
“Fred’s-outside-Baymax-you-should-go-see-if-he’s-okay-I’m-going-to-take-a-BATH!” he said so rapidly not even he was sure exactly what he said.
Slam went the bathroom door as he caught his breath, opened it again, reached out to grab his clothes before yanking them into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. “Oh-my-god-oh-my-god…” he breathed as the beautiful, very wet Gogo strutted calmly out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Lazily wiping down her glistening body as Hiro’s nerves were calmed… or at least the blood to his heart was rushing somewhere else.
Calm as could be. Gogo tossed the towel back onto the rack before bending forward, Hiro’s erection struggling for freedom as Gogo picked up her clothes. “What’s got you all weirded out?”
“Fred’s here. Fred’s outside! What are we going to do?” he mumbled nervously, his hands running through his moppy hair as she pulled on her pants, her hips swiveling as she pulled them over her big, wonderful ass.
“I’m going to put on my clothes.” She said casually, tossing her shirt down over her big breasts, followed closely by her jacket. “And tell him I came to hang out.” She noted. She was a wise, wise woman. “Take a breath, take your bath. And calm the fuck down…” she smacked his left cheek firmly with a gloved hand and kissed his right before strutting out of the bathroom. “Hey Baymax.”
Hiro whimpered, “Hello Gogo.” Baymax cooed as Hiro took a breath, “I am assisting Fred.”
Pop went her gum, “Neat. Where’s Hiro?” she asked conversationally, speaking lazily with an oblivious Baymax as if she didn’t just walk out of Hiro’s bathroom. Taking a nerve-wracking breath, Hiro went to calm himself with a cold, COLD, shower…
After banging his head on the wall for a few minutes, absently shampooing his uncontrollable hair, and rinsing away his sorrows down the drain. Eventually he dried off and got out finding Gogo lazily sitting on his futon bed as he pulled down his shirt. She blew a bubble, pop, and glanced at him. “We’re going to see a movie.”
“…We are?” he blinked surprised; he did NOT see that coming. “I didn’t think you liked Kentucky Kaiji…”
“Is that what we’re seeing? Whatever.” she noted dismissively, Hiro’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Anyway let’s go.”
“Where are Baymax and Fred?” Hiro asked as he grabbed what he needed and followed his kinda girlfriend down the stairs.
“Outside.” She noted, blowing another bubble as they got out onto the street to find Chameleon Fred still hanging upside down over Baymax. Thankfully his head had gone back into his mask to once again hide his identity.
“Okay Baymax. Pull!” He said as Baymax grabbed Fred’s arms and yanked him from the wall. Like a slingshot Fred shot across the street, roaring dramatically. “FREDZILLA AWAY!!” before crashing into an alleyway. “…OW…” he mumbled.
“Hiro. I shall assist Fred.” Baymax noted, walking to the edge of the street before blinking rather confusedly. “I shall find a crosswalk.”
“Let him be Baymax.” Gogo noted, grabbing the big robot by the arm and walking with Hiro towards the Megaplex. “Fred’s got to go change anyway.” It was a calming walk to the megaplex, and seconds after they arrived Wasabi and Honey Lemon pulled up in Wasabi’s car.
“Hey Guys!” Honey Lemon cooed sweetly as Wasabi parked the car.
“We got Fred’s message what’s going on? He said it… was… important.” Wasabi said slowly as his eyes went to the Megaplex, then the featured movie, and he frowned. “…He’s tricked us into seeing the movie, hasn’t he?”
“Well we haven’t bought the tickets yet.” Honey Lemons smiled sweetly seconds before-
“I got the tickets!” Fred stood beside all of them holding the movie tickets as Wasabi face palmed himself. “Here’s yours, and yours, and yours, and yours, and here you go Wasabi.” He grinned passing one to each of them and finally to Wasabi, as he sighed rubbing his hand down from his forehead to his chin. “I’ve already bought the ticket, so you have to go…” he smiled.
“…Curse my politeness…” Wasabi cursed sadly as Honey Lemon patted his arm with a smile still stretched across her face.
Gogo blew a bubble of gum, spinning the ticket dexterously between her fingers. Cool as ice. “Let’s go already before all the good seats are taken.”
“Yes. Yes. YES!” Fred giggled excitedly, scampering around them all before charging into the theater.
“…Anyone want Popcorn?” Honey Lemon asked sweetly as she and Wasabi followed Fred.
“Sure.” Hiro replied as they all went to get snacks.
Contrary to Fred’s opinion the Kentucky Kaiju movies weren’t NEARLY as popular as he thought. The theater was hardly half full. But at least all the good seats weren’t taken. He bounced excitedly in the center row, waving to them as one by one they sat down. Wasabi and Honey Lemon on one side, Baymax, Gogo and Hiro on the other…
“This is going to be GREAT guys. I hear the Kaiju fights are going to be EPIC.” Fred grinned with hardly contained excitement as the screen flickered through ‘commercials’.
“You say that for every Kentucky Kaiju movie Freddy.” Honey Lemon smiled and handed him a ridiculously sized soda cup. Kaiju sized in fact.
“Thanks, Honey Lemon…. And I only say that because its true.” He said rather indignantly, slurping on his straw with his pinky finger extended.
Gogo relaxed in her seat, her arm resting on Hiro’s on the shared armrest he blinked at her silently, but let it stay on top. “I just hope they actually try with the human scenes…” she mumbled, “In every Kaiju movie the humans do something stupid. Just once I’d like them to realize they live in a world with giant unstoppable monsters…”
“Then we wouldn’t have a movie.” Wasabi noted as the lights began to dim. “Popcorn?” he noted, passing them some. One hour and fifty-five minutes later, thirty of which was spent on Kaiju fighting… they STILL didn’t have a movie.
“That was AWESOME!” Fred cheered after the climatic Kaiju battle…
“Well… the giant creature's designs were impressive.” Honey Lemon noted cautiously.
“And the combat choreography was okay…” Wasabi added subtly as Fred giggled excitedly in his seat.
“…All the human characters were unnecessary, the plot was haphazard, the motivation of the back-stabbing scientist was completely and utterly idiotic not to mention insane…” Gogo began but Hiro, in a surprising show of bravery, elbow her in the side, she glared at him but he nodded towards Fred. She sighed reluctantly. “…But the Kaiju fights were cool…” she said placatingly as Fred cheered again.
“I liked the giant robot Ape.” Baymax said blinking calmly as the theater began to clear out. Gogo patted his arm as they gathered their things as well and began to leave.
“I demand to be on STAGE!” shouted an attractive blonde, one half of the criminal pair High Voltage.
“This isn’t that sort of theater.” Noted a rather nervous teen manager seconds before the other half of High Voltage, Barb, flipped dramatically into the entryway.
“Juniper! Let’s give the public what they want!” she declared at they began to dance, pose, and promptly rob the movie theater.
“Of course.” Gogo mumbled as a flash of lightning streaked past her face, like a badass she tilted her head to the side as it blackened the door behind her. “Skymax?”
“Skymax.” The group declared flatly, running outside the nearest exit as the crowd's mixed screams of cheering and terror mingled at the exciting crowd… High Voltage might be dangerous, but Juniper’s youthful energy and looks were still very popular on the dance crime scene… even Wasabi was a fan.
They called the delivery bot and quickly armoring up, the shot around to the front of the theater and burst through the front doors, dramatically posing. “Stop right their High Voltage!” Hiro declared in a valiant, heroic tone.
“Captain Cutie!” somebody shouted excitedly, Hiro sighed indignantly.
“Oh, come on!” he decried.
“Juniper launch! 2! 5! 7! 8!” then like a lightning infused cannonball, Juniper was leaping violently across the floor straight at them.
“Oh right.” Hiro mumbled as Juniper collided with, and knocked him clear off of Baymax, she was to fast to react to. Juniper slammed into him and sent him careening into a wall as Barb lobbed electric bolts from her cabbage-patching hands as cover fire. Gogo grabbed the dazed Hiro and set him down behind a cutout of the Kentucky Kaiju hand on his helmeted head as his eyes spun.
“You alright?”
“Yeah… just a little dazed.” He mumbled, wondering if that rattling sound was coming inside his helmet or his head.
“…Stay down. See if you can take out their energy orb thing while we distract them.”
“Got it.” Hiro replied, darting from the cutout as Gogo joined the fray, tag-teaming Juniper with Wasabi as Honey Lemon, Fred, and an electrically jolted Baymax fended off Barb.
“I got the fuzzy otter guys!” he cheered, throwing a rocket fist at Barb.
“…I really need to insulate him.” Hiro mumbled thoughtfully, getting behind Barb as their power orb floated above her, she sent Fred hurtling into a wall with an energy blast as Hiro leaped from behind her. “Honey Lemon!”
Reacting quickly she tossed a pair of goo balls at Hiro’s hands, he caught, then smacked them around the orb, sealing it in an insulated ball as it clumped to the ground. He grinned triumphantly as Barb glanced down.
“…Not again.” she mumbled, “Juniper! Escape dance-“ but Juniper, hit by a rather vindictive Gogo, sent the attractive dancer into the counter of the concession stand, her cheek already purpling from the surprisingly heavy hit, “…Oh…” she glanced around at Big Hero 6, then held out a hand to Honey Lemon. “I’ll do it, dear.”
Honey Lemon cheerfully deposited a goo ball into her hand, and she tossed it at her’s and her daughter’s feet before reluctantly sitting down. Head in her hand as she pouted a little childishly.
Later. The crowd cheered as Baymax and Wasabi carried High Voltage out of the theatre, and towards the back of the transport police van that had just arrived. “You’re going to come to our show later at lockup right?”
“Of course!” Honey Lemon smiled cheerfully, “You guys are still great dancers!” still a little purple-faced, Juniper smiled toothily at them as the police shut and secured the back of the van.
“Great job Heroes.” The officer declared proudly with a tip of his hat as collectively the group dashed, leaped and ran off to the cheers of the crowd… But they actually just dashed around to a nearby roof and called for Skymax. Storing their gear back into the delivery bot it closed up and shot away back into the sky.
“Another job well-done guys!” Fred cheered proudly, striking a heroic pose.
“Uh huh…” Gogo noted, raising her arms up and stretching distractingly (for Hiro as he watched) as she leaned against the door that led to the stairs. “Also. Seriously guys? You visit them in prison?”
Wasabi and Honey Lemon shrugged, “Their shows are actually really good.” Honey Lemon smiled prettily.
“In an interpretive dance sort of way…” Wasabi added in an 'art connoisseur' sort of way.
“There is nothing good about interpretive dance.” Gogo noted stoically as Hiro rubbed the back of his neck, it still stung a little from when Juniper hit him.
“I sort of agree with her…” he grumbled, “I think I still have whiplash…”
“I shall examine you Hiro.” Baymax squeaked towards him and began to scan him. “…You have suffered an abrasion. Bruising is imminent. I recommend ice and rest.” Before Hiro could argue Gogo took charge.
“Alright then. She grabbed Hiro’s arm and dragged him along, “I’ll take him home.”
“Ah come on Gogo I’m not a kid. I can ice myself.”
“Alright then…” Wasabi watched thoughtfully as Baymax squeezed through the doorway and followed behind.
“…Noodleburger anyone?” Fred said excitedly.
“Sure, I could eat.” Wasabi replied before they followed suit.
Gogo half-dragged Hiro all the way home with Baymax waddling behind them. However once they reached the front door to Hiro’s apartment, Gogo, as casual as usual, turned to Baymax. “I got this Baymax, why don’t you go help Aunt Cass in the café?”
Baymax blinked at Gogo, his black eyes clicking curiously. “I should help Hiro. That is my function.”
“Yeah but it’s a bag of ice.” Gogo smiled cheerfully, “I can get that for him. Go on…” she flicked her hand at the big helpful robot. He hesitated for a minute as Hiro became just a little indignant.
“Hey I don’t need to be pampered I can-“however Gogo, viciously pinched his ass cheek. Not breaking her stoic look at Baymax as he flinched but contained his scream of pain. He thought about it and realized what she was doing. “…Oh. Yeah. Go ahead Baymax. I’m sure Gogo can manage to fill a bag of ice…” Baymax clicked-blinked at him again, staring for an uncomfortably long time…
If Hiro didn’t know any better he was sure his best robot friend was suspicious…
“…I will go assist Aunt Cass Hiro… I will check up on you later.” He then waddled away towards the café. Hiro breathed a sigh of relief before being shoved into the house.
“Get up the stairs.” Gogo declared, closing and locking the front door before heading to the kitchen. “Hurry up.”
Hiro moved so quickly up the steps he fell forward and clawed up them rapidly. Quickly turning and diving onto his futon, grunting slightly as he landed on it and felt his bruising twinge. Barely a minute later Gogo strode up the steps, smirking coyly at him as she held a small bag of ice in one hand, the other on her hip as, POP, went her gum.
“Where does it hurt? Hiro?” she cooed seductively as Hiro’s erection was immediate and throbbing. It strained against his pants as he watched his beautiful kinda girlfriend strutted towards his bed.
“Kinda hurts on the back of my neck.” He said, grinning that stupid grin of his as she slowly leaned over, crawling inch by inch over her, her face centimeters from his as he tasted her breath on his lips… he felt the bag slid under his neck as she cooed softly.
“Right here?” she breathed, he nodded his head rapidly, ignoring the pain and feeling the icy cold sensation on his neck.
“Uh-huh…” he groaned feeling her other hand press on his chest, she felt his rapid heartbeat against her hand.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?” she cooed, “Should I kiss it and make it better?”
“Uh-huh…” he groaned excitedly as his cock throbbed in his shorts, her body dropped onto his, her breasts on his chest and her legs squeezing his hips as his hard-on rubbed against her shorts.
“Mmmn.” Her lips pressed against his, pulled abruptly away, and she smirked at him before diving forward again for another kiss. “Poor baby…” she cooed, sitting up and straddling him as she removed her jacket. “Hmm.” She ran her hands underneath her shirt and lifted it up and over her head, tossing her purple and black hair as her breast bounced free. “I’ll make you feel all better-oh.” Hiro sat up, burying his face between her breasts before attacking her lips with his. Only for her to laugh and push him back down onto the bag of ice.
“Stay.” She demanded, hands sliding down over her chest as she cooed softly… then leaning forward she stood up, hands on his chest and her ass in the air before standing upright, stepping casually off the bed. Her hands slipped into the waistline of her shorts and pushed down. Her beautiful majestic ass appeared as her pants slid down onto the floor. Hiro stared as it wobbled around the room, bouncing and jiggling as she bent over and opened his bedside drawer, retrieving the box of condoms. She chuckled, strutting again to the foot of the bed, crawling back onto it and lying down between his legs, grabbing his pants and tugging them down as his erection was freed.
“Ah…” she moaned, leaning her face against his throbbing cock as her lips brushed against it, “Mmn…” her lips parted as the tip of her tongue slid against his shaft, flicking daintily up until she reached his tip. Swirling her tongue around it as her lips gently caressed it… then she went down. “Hmmph!” she moaned as her lips kissed the base of his shaft, her hands caressing his legs as she stared up at him.
“Oh God Gogo…” he groaned gripping the sheets of his bed as he struggled to restrain his hips from thrusting upwards. “Oooh…”
“Hmm… mmm… HMmmm..” she moaned, her mouth vibrating around his dick with her humming as she bobbed her head slowly up and down his shaft, her gum rubbing along his length as her tongue swirled around him. “Ha-mwah…” she gasped, pulling off his throbbing cock as she stroked it lazily with her hand, reaching for and tearing open a condom before grinning smugly at him… and applying. She rolled the rubber down his cock before gripping his base with both hands and diving down. “MMN!!”
“OOoh…” Hiro’s eyes rolled up into his skull in bliss. He was obviously a little disappointed at not feeling her lips directly… but sometimes a blowjob was a blowjob. Especially when she began rapidly moving her head up and down, diving again and again on his cock, kissing her fists as she pumped like a piston.
“Oh… My…GOD… GOGO…” he hissed, thrusting his hips up and sighing contentedly as she coughed and spluttered, the tip of the condom filling and hitting the back of her throat as she pulled away, his seed pulsed into the bag, filling the tip before he calmed down, breathing heavily as her thumb and index finger rapidly stroked out every drop.
“Ha-ha-ha…” she laughed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she pinched the condom, and pulled it free, tying off the end before casually dropping it aside on the bed. “I know what you like.” She said confidently, tossing her hair again before tearing open another condom wrapper with her teeth. “…Speaking of…” she re-applied a new glove onto his rapidly hardening cock before swinging her leg over him. Facing away as he stared at her hypnotizingly wonderful ass cheeks…
Her hands rested on his ankles, she felt his cock smack between her cheeks as she slowly lifted herself up. Sliding her firm glutes up his cock until she felt his tip quiver against her wet pussy… she glanced smugly over her shoulder at him, rolled her hips… and sat down.
“Ahh…” she shot upright, “MMMn!!”
“Oh god, oh god, oh GOD…” Hiro praised, his cock throbbing inside her tight warm tunnel as his gaze locked onto her perfect ass cheeks as she wiggled her hips slowly left and right, feeling his thick cock scraping every inch of her insides as they clenched and shuddered around him…
Both were very eager for what was about to happen, but Hiro was far more vocal about it.
“Haa… ha-ha-ha…” she chuckled, her laughter making her ass cheeks wobble slightly, as she glanced coyly over her shoulder at him… taking one hand and running it over the curve of her right cheek. “I know. What you like…” she declared, before grabbing his ankles again… and going for a ride. “Ah! Ha! Ha! Ah!” she raised and dropped her ass, bouncing it on his cock as it dove in and out of her pussy. “Ooh! Yes!”
He made no movements, more than HAPPY to let Gogo use him as her dildo. “Yes. Yes. YES.” He hissed happily with every bouncing movement of her quivering ass. Knowing this was as close to twerking as Gogo would EVER get to. Her majestic and incomparable ass cheeks clapping and smacking against his hips as the clenched and wobbled.
“HAaa-ahh…” she shuddered, her fingers sinking painfully into his ankles as she came. Slamming down on his trembling cock as he reached out to her thighs, squeezing them before sliding them over her ass, then holding her waist. Thrusting feebly up into her spasming body as she moaned, “Ooh… OOOH.” Their smacking hips echoing around the room as their grunts and heavy breathing seemed to steam up the very windows…
“Gogo… GOGO.” He grunted, sitting up and sliding his hands up to her breasts and pulling her upright.
“Ahh…” she gasped as he fell back, she sat straight, rolling her hips on his cock as he pussy clamped down. “Yes.” She growled hungrily, as he gripped her hips and pumped. Barely lifting her up his cock before she dropped roughly back down onto the bed. “AH! AH! AH!” she panted, eyes rolling unseen by him in her skull as shudders of pure bliss rippled through her. Her mouth opened, her body went taut, her ass cheeks clenched beautifully…
And she screamed. “AHHH! AHHHHHH!!” the orgasmed raged through her body as Hiro soon joined her, her whole being clamping tightly, her toes curling. She fell backward, her hands twisting into his shirt as she clawed at something, ANYTHING to spread out the pleasure. Her eyes went wide as she felt him pulsate inside her, his cock throbbing powerfully as the end of the condom filled with his thick, plentiful semen. He pumped his hips roughly beneath her. Once. “AH…” Twice… “Ahh…” she grinned faintly as she wobbled on him, falling forward and shivering in delight…
“…Fuuuuuck.” She declared happily, twisting her face into the sheets as she grinned HAPPILY. Feeling her pussy stretch as he pulled himself from her, the bag spreading her lower lips as she drooled arousal onto his lap.
“Haa… haa…” he panted, groping her ass cheeks in silence as he pulled himself from beneath her. she was curled up in a tight little ball, trying to collect herself…
There was a snapping sound as he yanked the bag off his length, he tied it off before promptly dropping it onto her ass. “H-Hey…” she grunted indignantly as the wet rubber slid slowly down over her curvy cheek before sticking awkwardly…
But Hiro reached over, grabbed the last condom and opened it with his teeth. Gogo tried extraordinarily hard not to grin. Feeling Hiro thrust his cock between her ass cheeks, letting it harden between her shapely cheeks before pulling away and applying the condom…
She had half a second before he was pushing his cock between her lower lips, and bucking like a bronco. “AH! AH! Ha! AhH! Ooh! HIRO!! SHIT!” she hissed, covering her mouth as her cries of pleasure grew louder and louder with each thrust. Hiro’s hands on her waist, yanking her roughly back on his cock before she was shoved forward, repeating the motion again and again, rapidly and rough…
Gogo LOVED it. Hiro WORSHIPED it.
“Ah. AH. Gogo.” He groaned, watching her ass cheeks wobble with each deep thrust, easily his favorite pastime. His condom covered cock was soaked in arousal, her pussy drooled unrelentingly onto the bed as another orgasm rippled through her. Her body visible shook, it was a beautiful sight to behold… it drove Hiro INSANE. “Oh God…” he praised, pumping rapidly against her, the echoing smacks of their hips easily making their way around the apartment.
“MMNph! MM! HMMRUGH!!! UUUGMMM!!” Gogo SCREAMED incoherently into her hand as Hiro rode her, his cock ramming against her insides as she fell forward onto the bed, losing strength in her other arm as her ass remained submissively up in the air… not that she submitted to anyone mind you. “MMN! MMPGH!!” she shivered wildly, Hiro was unsure whether it was another orgasm of just him pounding away at her beautiful body, he didn’t care which… just as long as he could watch her do it.
“Gogo! I’m! CUMMING!!” he gasped, eyes rolling up as he hilted deep into her. His feet shoving against the mattress for leverage as he went as deep as he could go… the bag inflating almost immediately with semen as Gogo’s eyes rolled and she screamed into her hand.
“Hooo… fuuuuck.” Gogo shuddered as Hiro collapsed onto her body, still planted inside her as he kissed her neck repeatedly almost as an afterthought. His hands groping her ass cheeks wantonly as he continued to kiss her neck, and her shoulders. “…Thank god for condoms…” she breathed with a chuckle, feeling him slowly pull out of her, feeling the filled bag rest between her ass cheeks. Wet. But content… until she felt his cock harden against her legs, sliding up between her ass cheeks as he pushed it between them. She sighed reluctantly.
“You’re out of condoms Hiro…” she mumbled but rolled her eyes as it made his cock harden. Blowing a cock flavored bubble of gum to let it pop. Knowing full well as she felt a familiar sensation of Hiro’s cock prodding her tight ass, that it wasn’t going to stop him.
“On more time Gogo. One more…” he pleaded, kissing her neck as she looked away from him. Already bracing herself…
…She wasn’t going to say no to him at this point… besides she couldn’t feel her legs anyway…
“Hurry up.” She said demandingly but hide her blushing face in the sheets of the mattress. Bracing herself for- “FUuuuuck…”
That… a cock up the ass. But whereas once upon a time she felt pain and reluctance… she only felt pure pleasure as Hiro’s wonderfully fitting cock slid in and out of her loosened ass, loose enough not to hurt, but tight enough to take a pounding from her favorite dick. His hips smacking on her ass and bouncing up, as if using her jiggling plush cheeks as a springboard before diving back into her.
“Ah. AH. Ah. Ah.” She chanted to the anal gods as Hiro’s cock pulsated inside her bowels. Her toes curling and clenching as ripples of pleasure shot through her with every other deep thrust. Not to mention Hiro’s sliding hands, groping her breasts, stroking her side, squeezing her ass cheeks together… She even felt his legs intertwine with hers, they wrapped around each other sending silent messages…
Deeper…
“UUGH!!!” she bit deep into the sheets, yanking them up as her head arched backward, her eyes rolled as she breathed heavily through another shaking orgasm. Hiro grunting like a primal animal over her, but GOD she LOVED IT.
“Gogo!” he declared lovingly, hilting as deep as he could into her ass as her cheeks bounced him back away, again and again, his balls smacking loudly against her flesh, “GOGO!” her ass clenched, her body shook, her hands tore holes in the sheets. “AHhh…” he pushed his raw cock up her body as she felt his wonderful warmth fill her insides. She sucked in air through her teeth, before opening her mouth in a silent scream… the corners of her lips stretching in a mind-blowing smile as Hiro collapsed onto her.
“…God I love you Gogo…” he sighed blissfully as her ass spasmed around his length, draining him of his last few drops as they collapsed onto the bed.
“Haa…. Pfffh! Ahh…” she trembled pleasurably, Hiro’s weight comfortably on top of her as she tried to get feeling back into her toes, then her legs… pushing him bodily off her body as he seemed somewhere between unconsciousness and exhaustion. She awkwardly… pressed her ass cheeks together, sealing her gaping hole shut as she stood up and walked just as awkwardly to his bathroom, sitting down… and… well…
…She emptied herself out a bit… sighing as his semen spilled out of his body. She glanced at a small aluminum shelf that held a collection of reading material and apparently Hiro’s Apad… she checked it. it was locked.
G.O.G.O. she pushed into the keypad.
Now it was unlocked. She smirked and started casually surfing the web.
“Hmm? Gogo?” came a muffled Hiro as he seemed to recover from his near unconsciousness, which was convenient because she was pretty sure she was empty… so flushing she placed the Apad under her arm and strutted out. He blinked at her as she walked back onto his bed, leaning casually against the headboard and clicking through his Apad. Realizing that she obviously ‘figured out’ his password he mumbled shyly. “What are you doing?”
“Oh…” she cooed, finding what she was looking for… an amateur website staring a few recent acquaintances. “Just looking for inspiration…” she said lazily, glancing at him and showing him a close-up shot of the Cheerleader, Brittany, in a tight, pink mini bikini. “I’m thinking about going to the beach… how about you?”
Hiro looked away, blushing, not wanting to get caught in another Gogo trap. “…What is with you and those cheerleaders?” he mumbled almost reluctantly.
“Eh… when they’re not fawning over Captain Cutie they’re actually pretty cool.” She said casually. Ironically enough she had actually met them out of uniform on campus. “…For pornstars… maybe I’ll invite them over to eat at our table at school.” Suddenly the Apad was yanked away, tossed to the side it bounced safety on the bed as Hiro pressed his lips to hers… she chuckled smugly and let him lay down on top of her… he was still ‘injured’ after all.
But to Hiro... waking up on top of a beautiful woman was just as good as waking up beneath her.
End
2/24/2020 I don't know WHY a third of this story vanished, it was certainly there when I checked it over this morning. But its fixed now. I'll adjust anything else accordingly later. Good thing I'm so paranoid I save all of my story drafts.
Anyway, just (potentially) one more chapter before this story is quote 'done'. Or as done as my stories get... I might do more, I might not. I might do a special cheerleaders chapter because it seems like such a waste not to use sexy cheerleaders... but I'll try to keep it simple. |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-6
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own BH6 all hail the Mouse
The movie opened on a comically large pair of breasts. As big as basketballs and just as bouncy. They were wrapped around with a thin linen cord, tightly binding the large mammaries together as they wobbled and wiggled. The camera slowly pulled away to find Brittany, the big breasts cheerleader, naked from the waist up but still wearing her cheerleader uniform, socks and sneakers. Her hands were tied behind her back and she knelt on the wide bed.
“Bad girl!” someone shouted, and a multi-tailed hand whip slapped gently on Brittany’s breasts as the beautiful blonde yelped cutely.
“Ah! I’m sorry!”
“Bad!” said another voice and another hand whip slapped from the other side.
“Ooh!” she moaned, shaking her chest for the camera as the whips cracked gently on her body, barely leaving a mark.
A pale hand clasped to Brittany’s face, forcing her to look at the camera with a seductive ‘innocent’ look. “You’re a bad girl.”
“I’m a bad girl.” Brittany repeated as a beautiful black woman, dressed in an identical manner to Brittany with the exception of wearing a black domino mask. Crawled behind the absurdly busty blonde and cupped her big breasts from behind. Squeezing them for the camera as she moaned erotically. “I’m a bad giiiiirl…”
“Look into the camera…” cooed the camerawoman, jerking Brittney’s face to focus as Brittany looked into the camera. “Yeah… pretty baby blues…” Shawna, because it was obviously Shawna, licked Brittany’s neck from behind, her long firm tongue slithered snake-like along Brittany smooth creamy skin as Shawna’s hands squeezed Brittany’s nipples.
“Ooh-aah. MMn”
“Bad girls get punished.” Maxine, because it was obviously Maxine, purred. “Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yeeees.”
“Stop right there villains!” came a very hammy heroic voice as a half-naked gangly young man in a familiar but very off purple helmet jumped into the scene.
“Captain cutie!” shrieked the girls, Maxine and Shawna in ‘shock’ and Brittany in delight.
“NOPE!” Hiro slammed the laptop shut as Gogo smirked teasingly.
“Don’t want to watch Captain Cutie save the damsel by viciously pummeling the villains with his Big Hiro stick?”
“…I hate you.”
“We didn’t even get to the part where Brittany ‘thanks’ him with many… MANY kisses… And a blowjob.” She added as Hiro glared at her stubbornly, lying back against the headboard of his futon as Gogo’s feet toed his face. Poking him with her big toe as he continued to scowl. She lied on her stomach, so her gloriously toned behind was in full view in her trademark, skintight, biker shorts, but not even that could alleviate his sour mood from her teasing.
“…Nope. Still hate you…”
Poke Poke. Poke Poke. Went her foot. POP. Went her gum. “You Looove me.” She said, more confidently then affectionate… but that was all part of her charm. That and the almost spasmodic flexing of her highly toned and bountiful booty as she opened her laptop again. “So… what do you want to do now?”
“You came over here to show me B-movie cosplay porn without my consent, I don’t think you really want my opinion…”
“You know what I don’t get…” Suddenly she was rolling on the bed until she was lying on her side next to him. A dexterous finger now poking his cheek as her beautiful face came closer to his, “You and I will go like rabbits jacked up on aphrodisiacs given the opportunity. But you draw the line at watching porn…” he blushed, not meeting her inquisitive eyes as POP went her gum.
“Well… Yeah. I mean… that’s different, you want me to watch something with people we sort of know, one of them pretending to be me, and having sex.”
“Well it IS pretty funny…” Gogo said, pulling the laptop with her toes towards herself before opening it back up.
“Ooh! Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me Captain Cutie!” Brittany praised as an absurdly long dick plunged in and out of her breasts before she opened her mouth, closed her eyes. And took a facial across her face, “Ah yeah! All over me!” she squeezed her massive breasts tighter together, smiling prettily as another rope of semen sprayed across her face. “Ooh-AH! Ow! Maxie it’s in my-“ an obvious cut later found her slobbering over his tip with her tongue, giggling like nothing had happened.
Hiro paused the video Gogo smirked as he closed the site, “…That was poorly edited.”
“What do you expect? I’m an engineer not a computer programmer.” That took Hiro a second to register before he glared at his sorta-girlfriend.
“YOU edited that?” he noted skeptically.
“Yeah. They’re actually really nice girls. I’ve had lunch with them in the cafeteria.”
“Wait, they go to our school?” he asked scathingly as Gogo closed down the laptop and placed it on the nearby bedside table. Getting up and stretching, facing away from her sorta-boyfriend as he stared at her firm ass cheeks. A favorite, and obvious pastime of his.
Gogo watching. Does the heart good.
“So anyway.” Gogo noted, strutting across the room to check on Baymax charging in Tadashi’s room. “Everyone wants to go to the beach tomorrow want to come?” she asked casually as Hiro was already imagining Gogo in her modest but incredibly sexy purple bikini.
“Hiiiiiiroooo…” Gogo’s imaginative bikini covered butt seemed to call. “Hiiiiiiroooo…”
“HIRO!” A pillow slammed into his face and he released a muffled ‘oof!’ “Quit imagining me naked and answer the question.”
“…I wasn’t imagining you naked…” he said indignantly into the pillow as he pulled it away. “And sure. Sounds like fun.” He paused for a second, “…Wait you came over just to…” a confused look crossed his face. “Aren’t we going to… you know…” he noted a little disappointedly as Gogo just smiled and began heading back downstairs. “…She is evil.” He added sadly, sighing into his pillow, eyeing the laptop contemplatively.
“Hey Gogo.” Came Aunt Cass’s voice.
“Hey Aunt Cass. Bye Aunt Cass.” Gogo said quickly followed by the shutting of the front door as Aunt Cass shouted upstairs.
“Hiro. Dinner in twenty!” He got off the bed and went downstairs to help her with it.
Plans were made. Parental figures were informed. And one good night sleep later Hiro work up in the early morning to find Baymax casually sitting on the floor with Mochi in his lap. His black eyes clicking innocently. “Good morning Hiro.”
“Hey Baymax.” Hiro replied, stretching, yawning and immediately heading into the bathroom. After his morning routine and a toilet flush, he returned to his room pulling on swim trunks, and packing his bag for a day at the beach. Spare clothes, a few gadgets and Honey-Lemon brand eco-friendly sunblock. Bio-degradable and ocean-safe.
She tested it thoroughly this time.
Baymax squeaked behind him as they headed to the front door, “Bye Hiro have fun!”
“Bye Aunt Cass.” Hiro replied, heading outside. They then stood on the curb and Hiro blinked around curiously. “…I totally don’t know how we’re getting to the beach.” He noted almost as an afterthought before texting the group. Before almost instantly getting a reply from Fred.
‘On our way!’
Sure enough, with the roar of a motorcycle engine, a familiar stretch Limousine slid in front of Hiro. The back opening up to reveal Fred, Wasabi, and Honey Lemon. Gogo, obviously, skidded to a halt next to the Limo on her custom-built motorcycle, she needed to work it out a little.
“Hi Hiro!” Honey Lemon waved as Baymax squeezed into the limo door, Hiro pushing on him as the others tugged. Gogo and Heathcliff watching passively at the comical sight. Pop went Gogo’s gum as they waited.
“OOO-KAY!!” Hiro strained, taking a breath. “Okay.” He repeated as Wasabi was pressed up against the far door of the limo by a hunched up Baymax.
“…We might have made a mistake.” Wasabi mumbled into the window in a rather deadpan monotone.
Gogo rolled her eyes and tossed Hiro a helmet, one of her old spare ones. “Get on.” She said flatly as Hiro skipped around the back of the limo, throwing on the helmet and sliding behind Gogo, wrapping his arms almost reflexively, and tightly, around her waist. Gogo walked the bike forward and slapped the hood of the limo next to an amused Heathcliff. “Race you there.” She said confidently.
Heathcliff opened the glove compartment and removed a pair of driving gloves, casually pulling them onto his hands and smiled politely at Gogo as everyone in the back of the limo braced themselves. “You are ON Ms. Gogo.”
Hiro, being briefly distracted at having his arms around Gogo’s slender waist, suddenly realized he was on a motorcycle… with GOGO. About to have a race with HEATHCLIFF. “Oh…”
Popping a wheelie, Gogo sped away from the limo as that too streamed along behind. The Fredrickson limo wasn’t your mild-mannered regular limo, it was specifically designed, tuned, and built to go from a casual limo ride to SUPERHERO FAST. And the one who is driving that limo was by far the best driver in San Fransokyo.
“WE MIGHT HAVE MADE A MISTAKE!!!” Wasabi repeated loudly as Fred and Honey Lemon sitting across from him were propelled into Wasabi and Baymax respectively, the limo charging expertly through traffic behind Gogo and Hiro who spent a significant amount of time on the road only on one wheel…
Finally, in record time they arrived at the popular San Fransokyo beach. Sparsely populated today. But currently 4 of 6 of Big Hero Six were not concerned with how many people were at the beach today.
“Nice race Heathcliff.” Gogo noted as Hiro stumbled away from the motorcycle. Heathcliff’s mustache twitched in a slight smile.
“You did very well Ms. Gogo…” before adding in a confident, but a polite whisper. “Better luck next time.” He said before opening the door to the back of the Limo. Wasabi falling out of the cab onto the ground as Hiro aided Fred and Honey Lemon in removing Baymax from the Limo.
“Are we dead?” Wasabi whispered, staring up at the clear sunny skies. Gogo scoffed.
“Oh Woman up Wasabi, it was just a race…” she said over the squeaking, rubbery scraping of a Baymax extraction before the robot was pulled free, wobbling awkwardly but balancing quickly.
“Woo!” Honey Lemon slid out of the limo behind Baymax, carrying an over the shoulder bag. Followed by Fred carrying a lot more bags. Wasabi, finally woman-ing up, reached into the limo to grab his backpack. “Do we have everything?”
“Yep! I think we’re set.” Fred noted as Heathcliff stood beside him, seemingly teleporting there. “Call you later Heathcliff my man!”
“Very good Master Fredrickson.” He said, walking stiffly back to the limo and sliding into the front seat and driving away.
“Alright. We’ll find a spot and then go change.”
“I’m already dressed so I can go.” Hiro said, taking a few of the bags from Fred.
POP went Gogo’s gum, and she began walking towards the changing stalls. “Sounds good to me.”
“I will accompany you Hiro.” Baymax said as Honey Lemon skipped after Gogo, waving cheerily to them.
Hiro planted an umbrella, spread a few towels, and immediately began to rub on Honey Lemon’s eco-friendly sunscreen. Trademark pending. “HIRO!!” Fred skidded to a halt next to him, kicking up sand like a tidal wave. Always the fastest-changing, whether in costume or out. “There’s a noodleburger on the beach now! I know what we’re having for lunch!”
“Okay Fred.” Hiro laughed as Wasabi soon joined them, wearing a tight bodysuit… and already drawing the attention of a few nearby beach girls. Utterly ignoring the ganglier Fred and Hiro. Not that Hiro cared… obviously. It wasn’t his fault that Wasabi was a docile as a kitten but built like a tiger.
“So. What do you guys want to do first? Swimming? Hole digging?” Wasabi asked.
“Ooh! Sandcastles!” Honey Lemon squealed as she soon joined them, her hair tied up in a bun and wearing a large pink T-Shirt over her one-piece bathing suit. Her pretty smile reflecting the already hot sun into their eyes. “I brought a new sticking mixture for longer-lasting!”
“…You mean like the stuff professionals use?” Hiro asked surprised as Fred lubricated himself in sunblock.
But before she could answer… or more likely as she answered, Gogo’s feet pressed softly into the sand. Her purple bikini brief wrapped hips popping left and right with each step, and a short pareo over that. She adjusted the neck string tying up her top almost as an afterthought, but Hiro probably guessed that she did it on purpose just to make her wonderful breasts jiggle distractingly as she walked in slow motion. Tossing her short hair with a dramatic supermodel movement as many, MANY others experienced the siren call of Gogo Tomago in a bikini.
“How about a game of beach volleyball?” Gogo suggested. Pointing at a nearby net. Currently unoccupied. And Hiro realized that the world had moved in regular time, but his Gogo-in-a-bikini vision had taken effect… it’s a very specific vision.
“Ooh! Volleyball!” Honey Lemon clapped happily. “I love that idea!”
“Apparently.” Gogo replied sarcastically, smiling warmly at her best friend. “I saw a ball rental just back there.”
“I can go for that.” Wasabi said excitedly as Baymax was distracted, watching a collection of crabs crawl across the sand.
“Girls versus Boys!” Honey Lemon cheered excitedly.
“…There are more males than Females.” Baymax noted helpfully. “The odds are unfair.” He added raising a helpful finger as if that fact wasn’t obvious. However… one of the girls was GOGO… so… the boys had a pretty hefty disadvantage.
However Hiro had something more important to worry about than an oncoming emasculating game of volleyball. “I’ll go get a ball.” Hiro said as he struggled to control himself, and his little Hiro.
“I’ll come with you.” Gogo noted calmly, following behind as Hiro cursed his inevitable failure to control his little Hiro. “Show you where it is.”
Of course, once they were far enough away from the others Gogo’s sadistic, knowing, and beautiful smile stretched across her lips. “Nice job keeping your tongue in your mouth.” She noted playfully as Hiro sighed, trying not to stare.
“…I can’t help it.” he said, a little more lamely than he wanted but Gogo chuckled.
“I know.” they reached the rental shack, where they also provided umbrellas, boards, anything an unprepared beachgoer might need. They got a volleyball that Gogo expertly spun on the tip of her finger like a professional ballplayer.
Hiro watched uncertainly as she perfectly balanced the ball. “…How badly are you going to beat us?”
“VERY.” She said with a smile, before suddenly stopping as their way was blocked by a group of guys. “…Seriously?” Gogo said sarcastically to nobody in particular, except for maybe the trope gods.
“Hey there babe.” Said a taller built one, grinning at Gogo like a dog begging for a piece of meat. “How’s about you hang out with us for a while?” before eying Hiro almost dismissively, “…Your brother can come too.”
“…No.” Gogo said so coldly that the air seemed to freeze around her. And with such finality only an IDIOT would think they had any chance whatsoever. Speaking of-
“Oh come on bab-AAH! OW! S-SHIIT!!” Gogo had caught his oncoming hand by a finger and twisted it viciously as he sunk to his knees, slapping his twisted arm, “Uncle! I give! Okay!!” Gogo released his hand and callously walked past her. “Ah… Bitch…” he hissed to himself, “That hurt.”
To be fair… he might not have been talking about Gogo… but he quickly realized that he should run. Hell, half the people around them instinctively took a step away as Gogo glared at him dangerously. And without thinking, sand was kicked up as he dashed away, his two buddies running behind him as Gogo smiled at a rather terrified Hiro.
“Hear that? They thought you were my brother.” She spun the ball around her finger again.
Hiro shrugged; he wasn’t surprised. Again. On a score of 1 to 10: he’s a 5 and she’s an 11. “I’m not surprised.”
Gogo scoffed and tossed him the ball, he caught it. “Lighten up Hiro. I’m still here.” She noted as he smiled. “Now get ready to be owned.”
Hiro sighed sadly, “You know… you’re not exactly convincing me to play my best.”
“Oh? You’re going to let yourself get beat by a couple girls?”
“Concerning one of those girls is you? Yeah, I’m not going to lie, but that’s not saying much.” He chuckled as Gogo faced him down, looking at him oddly. “What? It's true… you ALWAYS win.”
…A very, VERY pretty smile stretched across Gogo’s face. It was as dangerous as it was beautiful. “…Alright you wimp… How. About. This.” She said slowly leaning closer, looking him dead in the eyes. “…If you win.” She whispered. “…I’ll do WHATEVER you want… all night.”
Hiro was quite thankful he hadn’t taken his shirt off otherwise he would offend just about everyone on the beach with his uncomfortable boner. “…What?” he said, his mind had briefly disconnected with the rest of his body other than the important parts.
Gogo smiled confidently. “You heard me. No rules. No restraints. You and me… all night. Whatever you want…” she said, all in a whisper, as his mind processed what she was implying. “All you got to do is win.”
“I… what… you…” he began, twitching slightly as he coughed, kneeling down and struggling to restrain the throbbing little Hiro and pretending to tie his shoes… thank god he was actually wearing shoes with laces this time. “What do you get?”
“Hmm… I wonder.” She said, grinning dangerously as she ruffled his moppy hair. “…I’m thinking you have to buy my dinner at the most expensive place in San Fransokyo…” Hiro blinked up at her in surprise, instantly regretted it and looked back down.
…Well ‘regret’ is a strong word… viewing Gogo from such a low angle, while she was in a bikini, might have been more of a ‘mistake’ per se than a regret. “Wait are you serious?”
“Oh yeah… I know just the place. One of Momokase’s old restaurants." She turned, strutting back to the others. “…The girl might be crazy but she’s still a great chef.”
…A new energy entered Hiro. And the young man felt inspired… and not just because if he lost he’d have to buy his sorta-girlfriend a dinner that would knock out his bank account for the month. But one whole evening to do whatever he wanted with her?...
That’s the golden ticket.
His willpower receiving a powerful adrenaline shot. He forcefully willed little Hiro down and got to his feet. Walking with his back straight and a look of iron determination on his brow. Needless to say a few girls noticed the ‘manly’ young man approaching his group of close friends and readied himself to play the most important game of volleyball in his young life…
And almost 5 minutes into the game he took a powerful spike to the face… and was out like a light…
…………UUuuuuugh.
“…In hindsight.” He heard Gogo’s voice as his own mouth emitted the sound. “…I might have gone a little overboard.” She added sheepishly as Hiro’s eyes opened, his head was surprisingly cold as a bag of half-melted ice rested on his forehead… then he noticed Gogo. Looming over him almost warmly. Then realized through his headache that the only way he could see her at this angle was if his head was on her lap…
…Not a bad outcome.
“Did we win?” he mumbled sadly knowing the answer, moving the bag of ice over his eyes as Gogo laughed.
“Nope.” She said flatly as he sighed.
“…How long was I out?”
“About ten minutes.” She said practically, gently rubbing his head as he stayed on her lap.
“…That’s not so bad.” He groaned through the throbbing headache as he sat up. “Ah… feels like I was hit by a truck!”
“…Yeah.” Gogo replied, a little smug. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d try to knock it back with your face.”
“Ha Ha.” He said sarcastically as he noticed the towering sandy structure before him. A small sand building tall enough for Honey Lemon to walk easily inside of. In fact she was doing so right now, shoveling out a doorway with a smile on her face as Wasabi and Fred coated on an odd gooey pink mixture that evaporated in the sand. “…Did they build a sand house?”
“They figured with you knocked out the game was over so, yeah. They did. Honey Lemon’s goo is pretty cool.” She noted as Baymax returned from the ocean carrying small plastic buckets full of water.
Hiro sighed, and slowly got up. Still wearing his shirt, he slowly pulled it off, revealing his bare torso. “Well so much for our bet.” He noted, stretching lazily as the throbbing in his head seemed to go away. “So Gogo, you want to help Honey Lemon build her beach house or go swimming?” he smiled, turning to look at the bikini beauty and paused at the rather blank look on her face. “Uh… Gogo?”
“Hmm?” She noted almost distractedly, “Oh… right…” she got up, “…How about a swim?”
They all had fun at their beach day, nothing particularly out of the ordinary… They swam, built Honey Lemon’s champion grade sandcastle… watched it collapse as the goo surprisingly wore off. While Fred was inside… saved Fred. Finally, after lunch at the noodle burger. They brought their little beach day to a close…
“Today was fun.” Honey Lemon sighed, lying on a beach towel and soaking up a few sun rays after a brisk ocean swim to get all the sand off.
Gogo tossed her wet hair, ringing out her ears as Wasabi rolled up a few of their beach towels. Fred still chewing his noodleburger from lunch. Already calling Heathcliff for pickup. Hiro, still wet from his own swim with Gogo grabbed his own towel. “I’m going to rinse off at the showers…
“Alright. We’ll let you know when Heathcliff get’s here.” Fred replied. “…Which with his skills will be like 10 minutes.” Hiro nodded as Gogo retrieved her own towel.
“I’ll shower too… actually.” She then glanced at the others, “If you guys want to head out without us its cool. I still have my bike. Meet at the café?”
“Okay.” Honey Lemon replied practically before helping Wasabi and Fred pack up.
Hiro arrived at the beach showers turning them on and shivering as the cold water cascaded down his sandy body… then immediately warmed up as Gogo stepped beneath her own, letting he watch her as she seductively, and lazily, caressed her body under the water until it sheened beautifully. “… Take your time.” She said almost as an afterthought, turning away from him as she showered more deliberately.
They slowly dried off and Hiro waited for Gogo to get dressed, however, he was surprised to find her simply pulling her shorts and her shirt over her bikini. And returning to their stuff just as Heathcliff arrived. Loading up the Limo and stuffing Baymax into the back they all prepared to head out.
“Oh. I need to make a quick stop at the apartment.” Gogo noted… almost. Lazily. “You don’t mind do you Hiro?”
“No.” he said, more instinctively than anything.
“Okay. We’ll see you at the café then.” Wasabi said as Heathcliff drove off at a leisurely pace.
“Why are we going to your apartment?” Hiro asked as Gogo slapped on his helmet.
“…Why do you think?” she replied sarcastically.
“…Oh.”
…They made it to the apartment in record time. Gogo and Hiro almost scrambling to the door as she unlocked it and they both entered. Hiro wasn’t entirely sure what came first… the bed. Or Gogo’s tongue.
“MMN!!” they moaned together as they fell onto her bed. Moaning into each other’s mouths as their hands slid along each other’s bodies. Gogo sat upright straddling Hiro and grabbed her shirt, pulling it off and tossing it away as Hiro sat up into her chest, sliding his hands on her slender waist before dropping to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she breathed heavily. Trying to tear open his shirt before he finally paused his aggressive groping long enough to pull it off himself. “MMn.” She hummed eagerly, smiling smugly as she pushed him down onto the bed again. Running a hand on his chest as she slid off, already pushing her pants down, leaving her in her majestic bikini. Her pants dangled around her ankles as she stepped out of them, squeezing her right breast in one hand and rubbing her crotch with the other. “…One hour.” She said suddenly.
Hiro blinked curiously at her. “W-what?” Gogo vision had been occupying his senses when she tossed her hair and reached up behind her neck to pull her bikini string… letting it fall slowly way as Hiro’s eyes focused on her again.
“…One hour. Whatever you want…” she took her hands, pinching the side tie of her bikini and pulling, letting if fall away… but it stuck, ever so slightly, to her damp womanhood. It would’ve been clear to just about everyone else that she was just as aroused as Hiro… who was having difficulty restraining little Hiro as he pulsated inside his swimming trunks. “As an… apology… Whatever little pervert desire you can do in one hour I’ll let you.”
“Oh my god.” He breathed, his cock leaking pre-cum eagerly at the very idea. “Whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want.”
“No repercussions?”
“…If you keep irritating me there will be. You’re on the clock Hiro.”
Hiro was off the bed, and his pants were on the floor. He was up against his beautiful sorta-girlfriend and he pinned her to the wall. “Ooh.” She cooed almost hungrily as he devoured her lips, tongue sliding between them and wrestling hers down. His unprotected cock rubbed against the outside of her lower lips, eagerly drooling in anticipation as she shuddered excitedly “MMn…mmmm-aahh..” she sighed as he pulled away and- POP. Went her gum…
In Hiro’s mouth.
“Hmm-hmm…” she laughed as he pulled her away, butterfly kissing her as she pulled her back to the bed… then he pulled away, and pushed her forward… she fell onto the bed. Her legs hanging off the end as he knelt behind her.
“Whatever I want?” he repeated, his hands gently resting on her majestic ass as she sighed.
“Just get it out of your system.” She replied with a sigh, readying herself for her oncoming smacks.
But felt his tongue slid along her pussy instead. “Oooh. Shhhit…” she hissed, trembling wildly and excitedly. Not expecting to be eaten out today. “Oooh my-OOOh!” his hands clapped on one cheek, then the other as he continued to eat her out. He was gently, clapping her ass cheeks hard enough for sound, to watch them jiggle. But otherwise moderately painless… “Ah!” Smack. “Ah-you…” SMACK. “OOOH…” her pussy squirted over his face as she came, but he kept eating, kept licking. “Ha-aah…” she quivered, eyes rolling up into her head as her fingers clawed on her sheets.
Hiro’s tongue danced inside, and outside of her tight warm pussy, pulling away before slapping her rear with both hands. Squeezing, groping, molesting her ass as those wonderful cheeks danced before his eyes.
“Haa… haaa… are you just going to… play with my ass this whole time?” she laughed softly as he stood up, still gently smacking her ass as he rubbed his cock against her again. She trembled, excited, nervous… aroused. “There we go…” she purred as Hiro pushed. “MMMn…” she moaned, his raw cock stretching her raw as he planted his length inside her…
“Ooh god yesss…” he hissed, falling onto her back and sliding his hands from her ass to her breasts, slipping them beneath her to cup her breasts, pulling her up as she braced herself on her hands. “Yes…”
“MMN!!” Gogo moaned as Hiro began to grind slowly inside her. Agonizingly slow. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she moaned, biting her lower lip as she gripped the sheets of her bed. Holding herself up as Hiro’s cock slid out… and they began in earnest.
“Ah! AH! AH!” Gogo panted as his hips slammed again and again against her, her butt jiggling from the blows as the echoing smacks echoed over their animal grunts of pleasure. “Come… ON!!” she groaned as he pulled her back against his thrusts, “Ha-ah-ah-UUUgh!!” she shuddered as Hiro roared out in pleasure, her body clamping down around his plunging length as her arms lost strength. She felt back onto the bed, a blissful smile on her face as Hiro, without warning. Pushed deep into her body and she was filled with warmth.
“…Fuck…” she hissed with a manic laugh, “Ooh shit…” she moaned, feeling his cock pulsate as his seed rushed into her womb. “Ah!” Hiro’s hand slammed onto the back of her shoulders, his hips still grinding deep against her as she chuckled. “…Get it all out…” she teased lazily, sighing contentedly as another spurt twitched out of him. Feeling him fall onto her back as he kissed her shoulders, almost reflexively. “…Was it everything you wanted?” she chuckled dismissively as he pulled out…
She found herself lifted onto the bed. “Ooh!” she yelped surprised; her legs spread apart as he clapped his hands onto her upraised ass. Gazing at it reverently as she sighed, immediate ‘twerking’ for him, shaking it left and right gently as he watched. His limp length slowly twitching back to life until it was hard as steel. He caressed her sturdy legs, before suddenly rolling her over onto her back, “Ha-ha-ha!!” she laughed as he was on top of her, already kissing her again as she moaned, feeling his thick length rub against her as she ran her hands on his back.
He pulled away, gazing into her eyes for a moment… then hooking one leg on his shoulder, then the other, pushing her knees to her shoulders as he rotated his hips, pressing the tip to her silky pussy once more and pushing abruptly inside her. she writhed beneath him, gazing at her headboard as her head rolled and her back arched.
“You’re so flexible Gogo…” she breathed reverently, kissing her exposed neck as she burred, her throat vibrating against his lips as his cock sunk deeper and deeper inside her. His previous leftover load sticking to his length as she relaxed, falling back to the bed and slinking her hands into his hair as her feet dangled parallel to the ceiling.
…Then slowly his hips rose until the very tip of his length was embraced between her silky folds… before hilting immediately inside her. her body shook wildly as her mouth opened and she screamed in pleasure. “Yes!! OOH-“ he pulled out and slammed immediately back in, “-Yes! FUCK!-“ Again. he repeated. “-YES! YES!-OH!!”
Pack!-Pack!-Pack!-Pack!-PACK!
Like a jackhammer in jammed his cock inside her rapidly, pounding and scrapping every inch of her tight tunnel as she clawed and yanked at his hair, her toes curling, her shrieks echoing around the room as her mouth opened wide in a constant howling ‘O’ “OOOOHHH!!!”
“GOGO! GOGO!!” he chanted mechanically, his hips moving faster than the eye could see… well neither of them COULD see. Her eyes were spinning in her sockets as her orgasms ripped through her like lightning and Hiro was more interested in staring at his sorta-girlfriend then look over his shoulder.
“UGH!!”
“Oh! FUCK!!” Ggo shuddered wildly, wide-eyed as Hiro slammed against her again. Deep. Hard… meaningful. His load rushing into her welcoming body as her vaginal walls tugged out every drop of his load. “Haaaaaah….” She sighed, laughing weakly as Hiro rested on her body, resting his head next to hers as he caught his breath. “…Fuck meeee…” she sighed, laughing slightly before immediately feeling Hiro begin to grind his hips again, “T-That wasn’t…” she moaned, his cock hardening with each plunge, “And invitation…” she whimpered, writhing and quivering beneath him as he slammed his hips against her again and again, pinning her to the futon as her mouth opened and she released an unrestrained moan. It was constant and unceasingly. Like her devoted little boy toy currently pounding his hips against her like his life depended on it.
“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. UGH! UUUGH!!!”
“OH MY GOD!!” she shrieked, tearing at his back before slamming her hands on the sheets and shrieking. “AHHHHGH!!!”
“UUUGHMMMN…” he pinned his hips to hers as if they were glue. Spraying his seed into her as her clenched insides struggled to contain them.
“Uhhh! Uh-huhhhh!!!” she whimpered, his seed exploding from their connection as it oozed his leftover load. He went limp ontop of her, his hands slid her legs off his shoulders, they fell down and over his legs as he planted his cock inside her. Slobbering and kissing her all over as she moaned into his lips…
“…Fuuuuck…” she hissed, whispering reflexively “…I love you.”
“…WHAT?!” he pulled away. An absolutely joyful smile stretched on his adorable face. “What did you say!?” his cock hardened inside her as she groaned in annoyance, her face returning to its usual scowl.
“I said ‘Fuuuuck… with four ‘u’s…” she scowled.
“…That’s not it.” he said grinning stupidly, that stupid cute grin that she hates and loves at the same time. “You said you LOOOOVE me.”
“…Shut up.”
“You said you LOOOOVE me!” he said happily kissing her cheeks and neck, going for her lips but missing as she stubbornly turned her face away.
“I said no such thing. Your stupid brain made it up.” He finally caught her lips as she growled into it, tugging angrily at his hair but he didn’t care. Pulling away, “Ahh…” she sighed, then slapped him lightly, “Pull out.” But he didn’t, to happy to realize how much danger he was in.
SMACK!!”
“OW!” he mumbled, rolling off of her as she spread her legs in annoyance. Reaching over to open her bedside table and retrieving some tissue. “Hey, wait…” he said, suddenly reaching for his pants and pulling out his phone. “I still got like three minutes!”
She glanced at him, then the phone. Then glared dangerously at him. “No.” she said warning.
“Yeeeees.” He teased. “You have to! You said whatever. I. Wanted…” he then lifted her legs, tilting them slightly over to the side so he got a good view of his leaking load, her big, round apple ass, and her scowling but beautiful face as he held up the camera. Capturing all. “Smile…” he scowled.
“No.” she repeated firmly. But… pointedly… she didn’t resist.
“Come on Gogo… I’m the only one whose going to see…” he whined, she rolled her eyes and… miraculously. She smiled, holding up her hand and giving him the classic ‘peace’ sign… just as she began blowing a bubble of gum that she had retrieved from one of Hiro’s slobbering kisses.
POP!/CLICK.
“…So… What do you think?” Wasabi asked as he, Fred, and Honey Lemon sat around their usual table as Aunt Cass blissfully tended to the orders of the rest of the café. Baymax petting a contented Mochi. Before whispering conspiratorially “…Motel?”
“Nah… alleyway. A CLEAN Alleyway.” Fred noted implausibly as Honey Lemon sipped cheerfully on her milkshake, custom made just for her from a loving Aunt Cass. “Just like Mr. Pervert and his Arch-nemesis/girlfriend Consensuala in issue number-“
“No. They’re at the apartment.” Honey Lemon replied knowingly. Interrupting Fred and smiling happily at her two friends. “…And I’ll bet she says something along the lines of ‘the bike malfunctioned, sorry we’re late.’” She said confidently.
“Really?” Wasabi whispered, rubbing his beard thoughtfully before chuckling. “…Nooo… she can’t think we’re that stupid.”
Honey Lemon chose not to comment. She loved all of her friends, and she loved that Gogo and Hiro have been hooking up for months. And one day, she’ll tell Gogo that’s she’s not the only one that talks in her sleep… ESPECIALLY after a 'private yoga session' with their favorite former boy genius.
Soon enough however a pristine Gogo and Hiro walked into the café. Gogo’s gum went POP. “Sorry guys. The bike malfunctioned took us a minute to get it going.”
The three exchanged looks that the two completely missed as Gogo went to go help Aunt Cass and get some coffee… Honey Lemon sipped her milkshake smiling at Hiro as he smiled back…
“So… what do you guys want to do now?” he asked as Gogo sipped her coffee from the counter, hiding a smile and catching his eyes before holding up a subtle ‘peace’ sign below her waist...
End
Welp... I don't know if I'm done but I've achieved the symbolic six chapters of a Big Hero Six story. I'm sure I can think of something else so I'll leave it incomplete. But if I can't, its still been a good run.
And a bit of an authors note. Honey Lemon knew all along, just letting you know.
And yes, Gogo was briefly distracted when Hiro took off his shirt.
See you all next time... |
Title: 'Cause It'll Give Me Time To Think
Chapter title: Cause-Itll-Give-Me-Time-To-Think
Story Description:
Shamir takes you to the sauna to get you to unwind, but once you're at your most relaxed, she makes a less than selfless sort of move on you, revealing what she's really after. Anonymous commission. Reader is of unspecified gender but has a penis.
Games: Fire Emblemx
Story Content:
"I love to just lean back, close my eyes, and let the rest of the world fuck off for a little while," Shamir says. Her words help guide you down into relaxation. There's nobody better to entrust your relaxation to; Shamir's been through a lot and doesn't always hold back her sharp tongue, so anything to make her more patient or chill her out is something you're happy to try too, learning what you can do to relax. Letting your head rest back and letting her advice ease you into the warmth of the hot steam all around you. "Now say it with me: fuck off, world."
"Fuck off, world," you say, your eyes closed firmly as the heat eases away your aches. It draws a laugh from Shamir, who you remain certain is right beside you through all of this as you both unwind. It's been so busy and chaotic lately, the warmth of settling in and setting those frustrations aside feels like the only thing you can do now to save yourself. A night away. A night in the sauna where you can relax and lose control, wearing nothing but a towel and easing slowly into something peaceful. It's all you can really do now to shake the worries and frustrations of a situation you don't feel too ready to yet come back from. There's so much going on, but now you can block all of it out.
Shamir lets the silence hang after her laugh a moment, before letting out a prolonged yawn. "I usually relax i here by myself. I hate having company around for this, it throws everything off. But you're alright to kill time with. And will be, as long as instead of thanking me or whatever you just remain peaceably quiet and don't say shit."
You snicker at the remark. More laughter breaks out, but you otherwise keep quiet and give Shamir the empty warmth she wants. It works out better that way, maybe, expressing lots of things getting stranger and hotter as the slowly creeping sense of relaxation really begins to wear you down. Shamir's an interesting person to unwind with, but it feels nice, as you linger in the weird warmth of a very calm, controlled silence. It's not hasty or reckless, and Shamir's idea of unwinding being to just be quiet and warm definitely hits you right, encouraging you down deeper.
It's as you get maybe a little bit too deep into your warmth and calm that you feel something. The lift of your towel, which you didn't even realize had come untied until it's pulled open. You're dragged right the calm peace of your rest as you jolt forward, gasping in worry, only to see Shamir down on her knees in front of you, eyes hardly shut at all but wide open with joy and eagerness for what's to come as she sizes your cock up and wonders about her angle of approach. You stare down at her confused, and the way her eyes light up doesn't do much to help you understand.
"This doesn't seem very relaxing," you say, a smile creeping across your lips as you play into a growing delight and curiosity, a tempting curiosity. "For you, at least."
"I can tell you need it more," Shamir shoots back, grasping the base of your cock and pulling herself in closer. You harden under her touch, and by the time her lips meet the head of your cock you're rigid and ready as can be, rumbling with a hungry groan and something excitedly craving your all right now, a focused attention and need coming on strong and demanding so much of you. You're unable to refuse it, relaxing back again and surrendering to Shamir and her judgment, while her smile grows and she takes this invitation as permission. "But maybe this is relaxing for me too."
This wasn't what you expected from the sauna invitation at all; the idea of relaxing with Shamir seemed like just that. Relaxation. A way to unwind and cut loose as the warming sensations of hot steam and quiet promised lots of calm and relieving sensations. A platonic invitation to the sauna between two fights who worked together, fought together, and could relax together. But this? This wasn't something you could have expected at all. "If that's the case, feel free."
Shamir plants some kisses onto the tip of your cock, eyes scanning up for your reactions as she gets into this with a very slow and careful approach. If sucking your dick can b relaxing at all, it's definitely going to come from something like this, going to be a very slow advance forward that doesn't try to worry about efficiency or wasted time. The slither of her tongue is hot and careful and driven by something trying to make you give in, imposing a very confident and firm approach upon you. Nothing she does is aggressive, but it's also not quite restrained either. Lazy doesn't fit because she is putting in the work here, certainly. It's all very surprising and frustrating, but you welcome what comes with it all, whatever form it takes.
"Nice dick, by the way," Shamir says, her voice rumbling with sweet desire as she pushes harder in on this situation, as she seeks to indulge more firmly and hotly in pleasures that don't feel like anything but pure joy. To give in like this feels great, and Shamir's confidence is infectious, easing you slowly down deeper into the pleasures and the desires you're helpless against. She has you burning to give in, wanting to find out what she can do and how far she's willing to take this.
You sink lower still into these pleasures, groaning in slow and exciting surrender as the winding heat gets to you. Everything Shamir does is slow, not agonizingly so, but it does feel like an inviting sort of joy that comes on very readily, making you feel the growing thrill and throb of hunger taking you. There's no reason to lean away from this as she kisses up and down your length, giving you a focused attention that takes its loving time, making the growing heat up fiercely. You don't shy away from what follows, and the joy of letting it bring you ever lower and ever hotter into her touch is just what you need to come down from your day to day tensions.
When her lips do wrap around your cock, things pick up a little bit. Her head pushes down and she starts to more aggressively suck you off, the hand on your base beginning to stroke. The welcome climb of her pace leaves you aching, groaning, making sure your back is as snug against the wall as it can be, legs spreading out a bit more. Shamir has you at a peak of luxury and calm capable of making anyone completely give in, and now you relent for her, let her do what she wants and show off her skills. Skills that become more potent and more enticing as you allow them to drag you ever deeper into this relaxation.
Which makes the way she draws back all the more frustrating. Shamir's hand continues its loving caresses along your shaft but slows to a crawl, and you ant so much more. "Can't let you cum too fast; what would be relaxing about blowing your load as fast as you can?" Shamir's voice rumbles with teasing, wicked joy; she has you in her clutches and can toy with you as she pleases, and given the situation you'd probably thank her for it. She wears smug control well. When she goes back down, it's slower, her head moving with a slowness now very solidly in agonizing territory, a feeling of desperation you don't have any hope of dealing with or processing in the throes of dizzy pressure she inflicts upon you. Everything is very controlled, very wicked, and Shamir is having the time of her life inflicting it all upon you as you sink and shiver, falling deeper into her clutches and accepting a powerlessness that doesn't make you feel proud of goddamn anything.
The teasing is wicked, but the only thing you can do is give in to what she's demanding of you, falling slowly lower into her clutches and feeling out an ecstasy getting bolder and hotter as everything Shamir does makes you crave more of her. There's no controlling these feelings, no way to resist the plunge dragging you into a stranger and messier affair. Her name is on your lips as a tight, tense groan, and you feel her almost wearing you own with every motion of her head, enticing you with a destructive glee that has you driven mad by the burgeoning heat and desire she's able to inflict upon you.
Drawing back again, Shamir's lips drip with a little bit of spit as she lets her hand move from base to tip and back along your shaft. 'I know you want it," she teases, her voice dipping lower. Hotter. "But I don't know if I'm ever going to let you have it. It might be more fun to see if too much relaxation drives you mad with desperation instead." Back down your dick her mouth goes, and she does suck you off faster this time, but the wild back and forth of these desires is getting to you, a frustratingly blatant expression of things she knows will drive you wild with desire, and as she continues to impose her will upon you, Shamir holds all the cards. Madness is all that follows, a desperate swell of sensations robbing you of all sense, leaving you so full of cravings and want that you don't know how to contain it all.
The flow of her stopping, changing the pace, then stopping again leaves you hanging in an enduring pressure and heat so shameful that you can't fathom it all. She's damn good at this, but the desperation that Shamir imposes upon you hardly feels worth this madness. It's a desperate and bitter treatment that has you burning up for her brightly, wondering how to control yourself, how to contain yourself, but containing feels like a special sort of impossibility now. To a degree you don't even see coming until it hits you like a truck. With a sudden, weird, helpless burst of pleasure, you come undone, panicked and heaving under the unraveling heat of something too wild and grand to believe. It drives you wild, a madness burning you up from within as you succumb.
You don't see it coming, but you still have more warning than Shamir does, as you offer up a groan to her that, as she pulls back from your dick, she takes as a sign of frustration. "What's wrong? Can't take th--" is all she can get out before your erupting cock hoses her down. The splatter of cum splashing across her face is a lot for her to have to deal with, your dick shooting spurt after spurt of seed across her pale skin and up into her dark hair. It's a bigger facial than even you're expecting, your cock just loosing a torrent in expression of frustrations that have nothing to do with Shamir, but which all of her teasing hasn't exactly helped abate.
Left with your cum dripping down her face as she stares in surprise at you, it's clear that Shamir has no idea what to say. You don't either. But slowly, a smile starts to creep across her lips as she wipes some of the cum off of her face. "If I knew this was the kind relaxation you needed, I wouldn't have bothered with a sauna scheme to make a move on you," she teases, and goes back down your cock for more. |
Title: 'Til They All Just Disappear
Chapter title: Til-They-ALl-Just-Disapear
Story Description:
When the Shepards go on a beach day away from their worries, Cordelia is happy to know her husband thinks he looks nice in her new bikini. Although, maybe not that he thinks she’s so nice that he’s eager not only to fuck her on the beach, but to call over some of their daughters’ friends to finish her off. Anonymous commission,.
Games: Fire Emblem
Story Content:
Cordelia was worried she would have felt self-conscious about being on the beach. She was in great shape, but her lithe body was 'lacking' in ways that women who had more, like Tharja, flaunted almost indecently all over the sandy retreat, and she feared she would have been overwhelmed with feelings of intense inadequacy and worry under that attention. But there was nothing that made her feel happier or sexier than the way Robin kissed her when she first showed off her new bikini, or with the way he occasionally squeezed at little gropes of her perky ass while they walked. Her husband was a man of 'more refined tastes', in his words, and not only did he not mind the way that her body looked, he loved her slender frame, loved talking her body up as still incredible even given the circumstances, which left Cordelia feeling very happy about the way they settled down onto the beach of the day.
Robin had jumped at the opportunity to put some sun tan lotion onto her, and Cordelia wasn't the least bit surprised when he rolled her onto her stomach, kneeling over her legs and her ass while his hands began to squirt the lotion onto her back and then start to caress it into her skin. "Oh, your hands..." Cordelia moaned. "So strong, but so soft. How do you do it?" She never knew the secret to her husband's grip, as his hands possessed remarkable strength and yet lacked the coarseness or callouses that she would have expected from such a hard worker, a true paradox that left her to soak in the relaxation and the pleasure under Robin's firm, unrelenting touch. The more she could get of this kind of treatment, the better, as far as she was concerned.
"It's my secret to know, and your secret to enjoy for the rest of your life," he teased, fingers working with a firm massage, something more sultry than merely rubbing the lotion into her skin. He relaxed his wife with an outright back, neck, and shoulder massage, leaving Cordelia feeling helpless and pliable in his hands, melting under the firm advance of his loving touch, pushing on firmer and firmer as he worked Cordelia into a state of pure relaxation. He was happy to do it as a husband, as a man who could appreciate her lovely body, and as a man with wicked goals on his mind, goals that were going to be so much easier if he could get Cordelia where he wanted her in terms of mood.
Cordelia sank deeper and deeper into the form embrace of something loving enough for her to relax completely, going from just willing to relax to something even more deep and accepting, sinking down into relaxation so deep she felt like she may just black out any second, fall sleep from pure relief and delight at being warmed over and touched like this. "Robin," she purred, shifting about under the attention and the pressure. “Mm, that's... You're the best.”
“And I'm not even inside of you yet,” Robin noted.
“You're not what?” Cordelia gasped, but it was already too late by the time she said anything. Suddenly, her husband's hands were at her bikini bottoms, pulling them down slowly and resting his thick, waiting cock between her perky ass cheeks, making her shiver and twist in sudden worry under the attention. “Ro-Robin? Here? No, it's not--we're on the beach, in public! Our friends are nearby, this isn't the place to--” It wasn't a great mystery what sort of response Cordelia was trying to stumble her way through, but Robin had a fairly good way to interrupt that line of thought: pushing his big cock into her.
“Don't worry about it,” Robin said, voice rumbling low as he began to push slowly forward, easing himself deeper into her with each loving stroke. “It's not like we're the only couple even doing it.” He wasn't so sure of that, but it didn't matter, as Robin happily gave a slow, sensual fucking to his beautiful wife right there on the beach, immediately drawing suspect gazes from their friends as he played on one of Cordelia's cutest weaknesses; she absolutely could not stay quiet for life of her. It was abrupt and meek, as little noises spilling from Cordelia's lips began to draw downright awkward amounts of attention toward her.
Cordelia's cheeks burned as she let out the noises she knew she absolutely couldn't help, head hanging down low, even as it was clear from the way Robin's swim trunks were down at his knees and Cordelia's bikini bottom was untied what was happening. There was even a pretty clear look at her taut ass as her husband lovingly fucked her right there in public with all of the indecent glee that seemed absolutely too insane to believe. Nervousness welled up within her as she felt her husband's firm thrusts inside of her, something about the way he worked back and forth within her pussy only making it worse that he was being so slow and so sultry, especially for the ways in which it made her feel something so hot and quivering. A rougher fuck would have in some ways been easier, for all the tensions shed in the ensuing chaos.
Instead, she was given a slow, loving fuck, something steady and passionate that made Cordelia twist under the frustration of how wonderful her husband was, even in this most embarrassing and public of places. Her eyes drifted about nervously as she stared around, trying not to meet anybody's eyes but also needing to see what people thought about this, making for such an odd and twisted sort of arrangement that Cordelia really didn't know what to do with this all, as frustrating and tense as this all was.
Most of their friends tried to avoid making eye contact or looking. Or at least, tried to avoid looking when Cordelia's eyes were over their way; more than a few were very happy to watch the gorgeous redhead taking a dick out in public, and cared more about not wanting Cordelia to know about their voyeuristic interests in her. It made for something frustrating for the poor woman twisting about under this pressure, as she found herself struggling to figure out what she was supposed to think about all this undue attention and all these people looking at her. Did she say something? Did she push out against it? This was such a mess, and Robin's firm thrusts only left her more confused about it all as she was tugged down deeper still, unable to avoid the grim reality of this whole situation and everything Robin had in mind for her.
Her hips began to rock back and forth to meet his thrusts as guilty frustrations began to take hold of her. Robin remarked, "You sound so cute when you're trying not to moan." She wasn't doing a very good job of not moaning though, and Robin relished in the way she so frustratingly opened up to this all. His hips didn't let up ether, keeping up a pace on her sweet pussy that had Cordelia writhing with frustrations bubbling up needier and hotter by the second. The more he pushed on into her the more he was able to enjoy this, and his eyes scanned across the area, much more aware of peoples' facial expressions and what the look of someone guiltily looking away looked like.
But more than that, he found a certain twisted sort of delight in seeing that some weren't so shy about watching. About being able to see Cordelia twist with growing, frustrating lust. The sight of the beautiful redhead lit up and getting fucked was pulling some very shameless kind of attention from a group of what Robin and for that matter a few other Shepards had taken to calling 'the boys'. On the beach, they were out in full force. Well, at least half of them today; Owain, Gerome, and Inigo. Seeing a whole second generation show up had been an odd thing, but they had eventually found their way sort of into the general 'feeling' of the army.
But more importantly now, they were just faintly less mature and reasonable, and when they saw Cordelia getting dicked down in the sand, it wasn't just the thought of Cordelia getting fucked. Her and Robin's daughters were their friends, and so this was Severa and Morgan's hot mom getting fucked, and there was more than enough there for the eyes to remain fixed on her with much less in the way of shame or hesitation as all the others did.
Robin noticed them first, but Cordelia began to pay more and more attention to them as the frustration got to her. "Our daughters' friends are watching," she whined, all tense and shivering as she fretted over this whole mess. "Robin, this isn't right. We shouldn't be having sex while our daughters' friends watch."
With a slow nod, Robin could not have agreed more. "You know what, Cordelia? You're right. Them sitting off to the side watching us have sex just isn't right." He motioned for them to come over. "Cordelia can handle you boys with her mouth if you're feel tense!" he called loudly, drawing so much attention to them, and Cordelia let out panicked noises of pure worry as the utter worry began to take hold of her. She watched as the boys all drew nearer eagerly, her eyes widening as Robin's excited announcement left her burning up with pure shame and worry. This was wrong, this was all wrong. What was Robin doing?
"Robin," Cordelia whimpered, too low to hear as she squirmed and shivered, but he kept on fucking her, the tension leaving her absolutely hopeless in the face of something completely hopeless. How did she deal with this? How did she possibly respond to this insane offer with anything resembling sense or dignity now? "Robin, what are you doing?'
"Fear not, milady," Inigo said as he knelt down in front of Cordelia, hands at his shorts. "I will be gentle with you, I promise." He'd rushed over there quickly to reach her first, the dashing prince of Ylisse showing off something absolutely unlike his shy other or his fairly well composed father as he fished his cock out right in front of her, pushing it forward into her face.
"Suck on it," Robin said, keeping up his thrusts and fucking Cordelia steadily, and with all of the frustration burning her up, Cordelia just didn't have it in her to fight against this or argue with the entire mess of frustration winding her up. It was something about the way he held steady and pushed on into her waiting body that just made her a hopeless mess. Her mouth opened obediently, and she took Inigo's dick into her mouth, accepting it and accepting him, allowing something to hold onto her and make her shiver with winding, throbbing tension and a haze more potent than the poor woman was ready for. She wasn't even kind of ready for what was happening now, for what she was offering up and allowing to happen to her, and she was completely devoid of hope in the surrender she showed off now.
Obediently, Cordelia worked her mouth in a shallow sucking of Inigo's cock, suddenly spitroasted between her husband and one of their daughters' friends. There was nothing sane about this at all, nothing that felt decent or sensible to the poor Pegasus knight suddenly in such a strange situation, but she found it impossible to compose her thoughts or help herself now as she let the pressure take hold of her, let something grip her body tightly enough that she found herself almost impossibly lost to the pressure holding onto her. She just sucked, and in doing so, she found herself letting go of a little more shame than she'd been eager to part with.
"Don't take her mouth for yourself," Gerome groaned, as the guys pushed Inigo out of the way after they felt he'd gotten 'enough'. Gerome replaced the cock in her mouth with his own and Cordelia didn't miss a beat in rocking her head back and forth to treat him to same kind of affection, that same loving treatment she found absolutely impossible to control or fight against. It was a lot to deal with, and Cordelia was surprised by the way that the boys all swarmed around her with expectations and desires that she was going to have to own up to, but she wasn't really in a position to help herself as she found the tensions winding her up hotter by the second.
"Don't feel afraid to enjoy my wife's mouth as much as you want," Robin said, groaning in pure delight as his hips worked an odd kind of pace; he wanted Cordelia to feel looser and more ready by the time he finished, but he also knew that fucking her was something that would help her get more comfortable and ready. It was an odd balance he had to strike between fucking her hard enough to push her forward, and not to blow his load until it was too early. It made for something tricky and complicated to deal with, but Robin was sharp enough to know how to balance all those factors expertly as he used her, savouring the chance to make her succumb to the pressure blissfully.
Cordelia's nervous moans turned to something more brazen and hot as she worked quicker back and forth, her head starting to treat the cock in front of her to something a little more feverish and hungry, driven by a rush of desire that she felt horribly unprepared to deal with. Faster she sucked, working on with a chaotic sort of pressure and desperation that showed off the increasing hunger and fervor within her. Cordelia couldn't shy away from the grim reality of what she was doing and how she took this all on, and the more she felt of the mounting sensations press down against her, the more she felt like she might lose all sense of control and certainty to the heat, writhing needier and hotter by the second as everything they did to her proved too much to bear.
Owain's cock pushed into her mouth next, and something snapped inside of Cordelia, something that urged her to very abruptly suck his big dick right into her throat, surprising everyone but Robin with how she began to gag on it, shuddering and bucking in hazy panic and surrender under the growing tension now holding her. She seemed so hot and so helpless, desperately shoving forward with the single-minded goal now of indulging in this chaotic situation, as Cordelia thought less and less about the ways in which she was exposing herself publicly and doing something so insane and so desperate.
But there she was, head rocking back and forth in the pace of greedily sucking Owain's cock down her throat, choking on it and relentlessly embracing a kind of heat too potent to know how to handle. She was amazed that this all came so easy to her, and yet she could help it now, whining as she slobbered all over Owain's cock, giving up everything to treat him to this lustful show of debauchery and hunger, unable to help herself under this show of lust, under the chaos of being fucked so hard that she lost it all over a big, juicy cock. Cordelia was helpless here, struggling to deal with the frustrations throbbing through her body until finally she gave herself completely up to them.
Pulling back from Owain's cock, Cordelia let out orgasmic gasps of pure delight as her body shuddered and twisted, trembling under the weight of being fucked so well and so hard. She gasped with excitement as she lost herself, a twisting mess unable to hold back her moans as Robin came inside of her, grunting his way through a hard shove forward and the sinking of his thick cock into her waiting hole. The warmth gushing into her needy pussy made her toes curl and her body shiver, and she was absolutely hopeless in the face of this need.
Robin slowly drew back, looking at the three eager boys with their cocks out and smiling happily. "I'm going to go take a swim. You three, feel free to fuck my wife however you'd like to; I think she's ready for you."
Cordelia whimpered and nodded. She was ready. She felt it take firm hold of her, so frustrating and shameful, but she didn't know how to fight it now. She just couldn't help it, rising up to her knees in front of them and dusting off some sand from her chest. "I... I want to keep sucking on your cocks," she confessed, biting her lip as she looked at the three thick, juicy dicks she was so desperate to keep taking on. Cordelia could not believe how shameful this all was and how much she felt ruled by her lusts, and she knew it was all entirely Robin's fault, and possibly Robin's plan from the beginning, but now she felt so hungry and so horny that she just had to accept it and roll with it, for lack of any ability to control herself now.
Her hands reached out for cocks as the trio stepped right up in front of her. Cordelia got her hands around Gerome and Owain's cocks while she sucked Inigo's down, taking him right into her throat and starting to slurp and slobber all over his shaft as she offered herself completely up to the hunger now gripping her. There was little she could do about this, and she found herself in over her head trying to face down the struggle and the heat rising inside of her body. She could do nothing but accept it as she began to slurp and slobber all over Inigo's dick with much less sense or hesitation than she had been showing at all so far.
Instead, she took him into her throat, gagging on the thick cock and embracing this desire. She wasn't even thinking about how Inigo, as Chrom's son, was in some ways the turnaround of her long-held affection. There wasn't much of anything able to occur to Cordelia in this state she was in as she sought to greedily slobber and slurp all over the big dick and lose herself completely to her desires and her chaos, lost to the heat and the haze, completely out of control and surrendering as hard as she could to it all. Inigo's dick was now just as the same to her as Gerome and Owain's beside it; a trio of big cocks Cordelia was ready to accept and submit to.
When she switched over to Gerome's, she showed off the deft, dexterous kind of pass that fit a 'perfect' woman like Cordelia, who was assumed to be naturally good at everything. She effortlessly moved between stroking Gerome and sucking on Inigo to sucking on Gerome and stroking Inigo, showing something absolutely shameless and desperate in the way she worked back and forth. Owain received stroking still, but as she choked Gerome's cock down there was little doubt it would soon be his turn, he needed only wait for it.
All three of them groaned in delight under this treatment, cocks receiving eager sucking and wet, rapid handjobs as they let something absolutely relentless and eager take hold of them. They couldn't believe their luck here in landing Severa and Morgan's hot mom, triple teaming her on the beach and enjoying such a messy, sloppy pace, something that they were startled by the sheer fervor of. Cordelia was vigorous and hot in the way she pushed forward, flaunting something they could barely believe was happening, but there was so much about it they were eager to soak in that they just didn't have any idea how to handle.
Cordelia was amazed she had this kind of thing in her. She'd never even been in so much as a threesome before, but here she was taking on three dicks like a pro. She was a natural at this, she supposed, even if it wasn't the kind of thing she was even remotely eager to be a 'natural' at. It made so little sense, but she didn't have a choice or a shred of hesitation on the matter in her now, accepting everything happening here and burning up with the throbbing, chaotic heat of this desire, something hopeless and needy burning her up as she completely succumbed to the heat behind it.
Over to Owain she went, and still she switched things up, moaning greedily as she pushed his cock up with her cheek and began to suck on his balls instead, making Owain gasp in surprise as she rubbed her face all over his cock. "Such a wanton woman, taken by the heroic endowment of Owain Dark!" he gasped, and that should have been such a complete mood killer for anyone else, but in the state that Cordelia was in she just couldn't hold back on embracing it all, desperately shoving on into something so mindless and so hot that she just felt like she had to give in to it all, burning up in the needy haze of something she was completely unable to hold back. She needed this, and no words could sour her now in the way she shoved greedily onward to treat herself to this heat and this need. It was ecstasy in the purest form she could have ever imagined, and she was happy to let it all go.
Cordelia showed off something desperate and chaotic that she was just utterly hopeless against, driven by something shuddering and desperate, something that she didn't know how to handle at all. she just let it all wash over her, let something molten and chaotic burn her up with the heat and the desperation that held her. Her thighs rubbed together as she sucked on Owain's balls, jerking Inigo and Gerome off to the right of her as she lost all sense and control, slowly working her way up and licking to the tip of his cock before giving him a kiss and switching off.
Moving on around through the madness back and forth helped guide Cordelia deeper into her hazy want, the throbbing delight of this whole insane situation growing more potent and fervid by the second. She let it all go, let her hunger burn her up as she felt like she was being ruled by this whole mess. Everything she did was another show of debauchery as she sucked back and forth between all three cocks with equal desperation until finally she had them at a place where they could take no more, and it was then that Cordelia felt like she was absolutely lost.
"Cum on me," Cordelia moaned, biting her lip as she stared hotly up at them, a shivering mess completely lost to this desire now. They took their cocks in their hands, stroking quickly as she remained happily in place, her mouth open wide for them. Inigo, feeling bold, even rubbed his dick on her face, which urged some cockslapping from the other two. Soon, she had a trio smacking their cocks down on her face and all that Cordelia could do was moan through the molten delight with a special kind of shamelessness, flaunting a kind of desperate hunger raging on powerfully. Cordelia was done for, and she could not believe how good this all felt.
A big, hard climax was the only way to cap it off now, and the messy flood of hot, gooey cum striking her face and hitting her so quickly gave Cordelia something to really savour, moaning in pure surrender as she took the triple facial, her smile broad as cum splashed onto her cheeks and across her nose, plenty of it landing into her mouth though, allowing her to swallow their cum down and ache with a throbbing, hungry swell of need. She craved more, and she found herself unable to hold back the need and glee in her voice as she moaned, "Now fuck me.'
The boys moved very quickly into place to make this happen, Inigo slipping behind her and pulling her down onto his cock ass-first, her shapely, perky bottom sinking down into his lap quickly, making Cordelia gasp and twist in shock under the suddenness of his approach as she began to ride him reverse cowgirl style. She whined under the need and the heat of it all, shifting about needily as something primal caught hold of her, something that she felt utterly hopeless against. As she moaned out in ecstasy, Gerome seized her hair in his hand and pulled her head into his lap, forcing his way into her throat with a special kind of roughness. Finally, Owain claimed her pussy, spreading her legs open wide so he could sink down and get to work on her.
In a flash, Cordelia was triple penetrated, set upon by cocks pushing into her so firmly that she could barely control herself, shuddering under the haze of being so firmly lost to all of this madness, and she found herself completely devoid of sense or decency as the throbbing bliss crashed upon her. Cordelia could do nothing now but succumb to it, thrashing back and forth as the erratic bursts of pleasure that held onto her proved hotter and more intense than she was even remotely ready to handle. She just accepted it, bucking back and forth as hunger and desire seized her, made her twist and ache under all of this need and this desire.
Faster she worked still, head racing to work and down Gerome's cock as she choked relentlessly on his shaft, hips rolling with greedy hunger to meet the thrusts of both men fucking her, doing everything she could to flaunt the desperation ruling her now. She could hardly believe how hot this felt, how much she was lost to the twisting haze of pure need. She could only embrace it deeper, working hungrier and needier down the neediness that threatened to set her alight completely as she burned. Burned with bliss and desire.
Robin was nowhere to be found, but he had set alight within Cordelia something that she felt was entirely his fault, and yet all she wanted to do was thank her husband for leaving her to get publicly gangbanged by three of their daughters' friends. It was so wrong and insane to think, but she just couldn't deny it now, couldn't hold back the hunger and need that threatened to carry her away. She needed more of them, needed to get fucked and used and taken, and nothing could hold her back now.
The tight holes held snugly onto the three guys' cocks, leaving them all happily working to fuck her looser. "I can't believe how tight this ass is," Inigo groaned, hands kneading her perky cheeks as he held onto her, trying to guide and urge her politely on in complementary motions that worked well against his thrusts, but between her erratic, pleasure-driven motions and how utterly graceless Owain was about pounding her pussy without technique or sensibility, something got lost a little bit in translation. It didn't matter though; he was having too much fun for anything to hold him back as he worked greedily to chase on something powerful, something he felt completely driven by. This was ecstasy for everyone involved now, and nobody was going to complain about it.
Least of all Cordelia, who knew for a fact her friends were watching this indecent sight, even if they wouldn't admit it. In the middle of their nice beach day escape they had completely given himself up to something so insane and chaotic, and she didn't care enough to stop it as she burned on greedily, shoving carelessly down into the depths of something so hot and brazen that she didn't for a moment think about how to slow down or stop this. Why would she want to? Cordelia had never felt better, and she was almost certain this was awakening something within her, and that she had only Robin to blame for all of it.
But as Cordelia came, she thought only of bliss. Only of surrender. Her body bucked and twisted under something so chaotic and hazy that she could barely believe it was all happening. Her orgasm was incredible, the expected result of being triple penetrated and fucked to pure chaotic relief, she supposed. Her body clenched up around all three young mens' cocks at once, pleading with all of them for something messy and warm, something vindicating. She got it, as they gave up their loads, blowing cum deep into her pussy, her ass, and down her throat with a vigor that had her twisting in ecstasy, lost to the delight and the need.
Such bliss almost felt too good to believe, but she could not have been happier to soak it all in, to almost go limp as she accepted the quivering heat and desire with a content whine, sighing and slumping back as the boys pulled out of her and she found herself lying down on the towel once more, cum on her face and leaking from her holes as she wore only sandals and her bikini top now, an indecent and lurid sight, but she had never felt better. "Thank you boys so much," Cordelia moaned. "If there is one last favour I could ask of you... When you find my husband, please tell him to come back so I can thank him properly for letting me play with you all." |
Title: (C) Charmed To Fuck You
Chapter title: A-Princess-and-her-Maid
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Commissioned by Anon:
Erza goes over to check on her close friend and ends up getting closer to her than ever before.
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Handing over plates of food and drink off his tray, Roland laughed and smiled at the people he was talking to. The man made sure that everyone had what they asked for before grabbing a bottle that was flying towards his head and tossing it back over to the brawl happening at the other side of the building.
Walking back over to the bar, Roland set down his tray as Mira smiled his way, a small break in orders letting the two chat. “There’s certainly never a dull day in this guild.”
“You’ve got that right.” Mira hung on to his every word, her eyes filled with hearts that only he could see. “And we’ve made sure you’ve been enjoying every second.” Mira giggled as the memories of her and Erza both fucking their new master played in her head.
“You certainly have been.” Roland leaned on the counter, his chin on his open palm. He looked far more unimposing when he actually was wearing clothing and held himself with a dignity that stayed out of the bedroom. His spiky hair was brushed down slightly, his beautiful brown eyes covered by his faintly yellow teashade sunglasses, but what made the most difference was how he was wearing clothes that suited his new job. A white button up shirt, alongside a black vest, apron, slacks and shoes. Something that looked good and proper.
It was a great cover to scope out more women to turn into his playthings like he had with The Demon and, by complete luck, The Titania. He kept telling himself to run away with what he had, get out before he was found out, but when he saw the women of Fairy Tail those thoughts left his mind.
Seeing a few of those beauties at the side, he went to pay them a visit. “Hello, lovelies, how are you all doing?” Despite the fact that she didn’t look up from her book, he knew that Levy was blushing as she buried her face into the tome before meekly mewling a ‘fine’ past its pages.
“Hey there Rory, nice to see you brightening up my day and filling my mug. Speaking of.” Cana was the exact opposite of her bookworm friend as she gave a dazzling smile, her face flush from alcohol as she shook her empty cup to ask for a refill.
“I’ll get that for you right quick.” Roland still wasn’t sure how to feel about Cana’s nickname for him. He hadn’t even planted the charm magic in her mind, it wasn’t possible when their every meeting had the woman’s mind warped and unstable from her constant drinking. If he could ever manage to find her sober, maybe charming her would be even faster than Erza. “But before I do, how’s the world’s most eye catching author getting along?”
Lucy held a smug smile on her face from the praise, a little tipsy from her drinks, but fully supportive of someone giving her the recognition she deserved after failing to get the price down for her new Nikola key and that creep Everlue calling her ugly. He knew that the blonde needed a win, and was more than willing to take it from someone who was only barely more known than a stranger.
Which is why Roland was so surprised that the hearts in her eyes was barely even a quarter full. Lucy seemed like the easiest one to work on. Maybe she had been charmed before? That always did muddy up future attempts if the target broke out of the spell by willpower. Amateurs just made things harder for the professionals.
“I’m doing pretty good myself. I collected enough to pay for my rent and the last few odds and ends I needed for my apartment. It feels so freeing that I can finally go and spend without worry.” Lucy raised her arms in the air as she cheered, but both Roland and Cana were focused on the two massive twins bouncing alongside her movements that threatened to break open her shirt. Roland was the charm expert, but sometimes looking at those tits made him feel hypnotized.
Blinking, he realized he had an in. “Oh really? Well then, why don’t we celebrate and get you some of the strong stuff?” He flashed a practiced smile at the women.
“I dunno, I’m already kinda-”
“You know it!” Cana cheered, cutting off her friend. “Get three barrels on Lucy’s tab, and if you get it fast enough, maybe I’ll help you get a closer look at what you were eyeing earlier.” Cana leaned to her side and pressed against Lucy, her massive chest shaking once more.
“Wait, why am I pay-!?”
“I thank you for your patronage, I’ll be back shortly.” Roland chided himself internally, while Cana was a drunk, she was still a top class mage in the strongest guild in Fiore, he shouldn’t be so obvious around her, not until he had his magic rooted in her mind as a safety net.
As the day continued, Roland made sure to have drinks lined up and ready to go to their table. Keeping up appearances with the rest of the guild while doing so. It would be obvious if a shifty new guy was doing something wrong, but someone trying to make friends with and get to know everyone? They wouldn’t suspect him of anything. Especially when he was using his charm to speed that process up, golden rings around most eyes of the guild already. Now if only bagging the girls was such an easy process.
With the sun setting and Lucy barely able to see straight, he had made his opening to deal with the charm resistance she had built up. “Mira. I’m going.” His tone told her all she needed to know. The white haired barmaid keeping her eternally bright smile as she imagined Roland fucking her friends just as hard as he did to her and Erza.
“Hey, Lucy, want to sleep away in the back? I don’t know if it’s safe for you to be walking back home like that.” The blonde was the only one at the table, or at least, the only one still conscious. Levy knew her limits well enough and left a few hours ago, but Cana really kept Lucy drinking. Roland didn’t know if that was due to her usual boisterous and party loving mentality, or if she was helping him deliberately after what she said earlier.
Cana, meanwhile, had tried to lead Lucy a bit too well, as she was passed out on the table, her cheek and bikini clad breasts squishing against the table and getting Macao and Wakaba pointing and chatting about her just a table over.
“Whadaya meen?” Lucy started as she got up. “Iam one hunred-hunderded- toutally cool.” Staring forward to face him, Lucy turned and shifted to try and follow his moving head. “Stahp moovin.”
Roland was standing still as he watched Lucy reach out her hands and unsteadily grab at his face, pressing his cheeks together and making his glasses shift as he looked down at the shorter woman.
“Dere, I stahped- ooo, ur eyez’re pritty.” Her words continued to slur, but at least he had her hearts growing. He couldn’t seed his charm if the mind was unstable, but he could benefit if it happened after his charm took root and stabilized. She was getting closer to half as she looked at his face. Her hands no longer smooshing his cheeks and just tracing his face as Lucy looked him over. “Ur… eberyding is pritty.”
This was going to be easier than he thought. “Lucy, follow me.” He grabbed her hand and guided her to the door behind the bar. Taking a small walk through the kitchen, he turned and opened up the door to a storage closet with a cot in the corner. While it no doubt was originally there to help a tired Mira after work, Roland had made use of it in his own way. And with Mira having placed sound dampening runes on the walls, they didn’t have to worry about anyone else from the guild hearing what was happening.
Lucy rubbed her eyes with her free hand as that weird buzzing came back. At the corners of her mind, she could feel something that made her brain itch. It wasn’t the booze, she was fine until a minute ago. It was something that had been off and on for the past week, but the most annoying part was that it felt like she already knew the reason. It was at the tip of her tongue.
And then Roland pulled her in close and jammed his tongue past her lips, pressing his slender body against hers, one hand still holding hers and the other gently caressing her side.
Caught off guard, Lucy felt the man’s tongue work its way through her mouth and dance with hers, the taste of alcohol still strong. The buzzing grew loud enough to deafen her, she couldn’t even focus on the feeling of the kiss as her mind felt like it was being overwhelmed.
Breaking the kiss Roland looked at her under the dim light and through his yellow tinted shades, staring intently at the hearts fillings more and more. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you. And if you just get on the bed, I can go and make you feel so good you'll be begging for more." He put one hand gently on her chin, coursing his charm into her mind to make her say yes and fall for his deception.
She couldn't think straight, her head was clouded and she couldn't find a single moment of silence... Wait.
Placing both her hands on his chest, Lucy violently shoved the man back, making him crash against a shelf and a few jars to topple over and crash on the floor. And in that one moment, she was proven right. The buzzing subsided and all it took was Roland losing concentration.
Reeling from that surprise, Roland looked over to the girl with a furrowed brow, only to feel terror. The hearts that filled her eyes were split in two as it quickly lost more and more of Lucy’s obedience.
“I can’t believe you’re a charm creep like Bora.” Lucy’s words didn’t slur into each other anymore, the realization of what caused that buzzing filling her with enough adrenaline to make her sober up.
Roland could have just tried to play dumb, to lie and get in close, but Lucy was too smart for that. He’d need to do something else to charm her and keep her locked under his thumb. So he took a step forward and knew just what she’d do. Natsu and Gray loved to praise Lucy’s abilities, but that also meant they were broadcasting her strategy for everyone who was keeping an ear out.
Lucy moved forward as her left leg went up to slam the creep in the face with a Lucy Kick, but she didn’t expect him to grab her foot and lift it even higher before he shoved her back. Knocking her off balance and making her fall against the wood floor. Roland moved in while Lucy’s head rang from the impact. Grabbing the whip at her hip, he turned the girl over and pressed his knee against her back as he used her own weapon to tie her arms together and wrap it around her legs to keep her from trying to escape.
Leaving Lucy to struggle and scream expletives his way, Roland began to undress. With the young blonde having broken out of his charm, he needed to work fast before all his progress was lost. He could do the same thing he had when Erza surprisingly joined in during Mira’s coup de grace… hopefully. If that didn’t work as well as he needed, then he’d need to have Erza cover for him. Saying she took Lucy on some long and difficult quest would give him the time to make her break the old fashion way. But he shouldn’t be worried about then, not when he finally had his prize before him.
Pulling her onto her knees, Lucy was unable to do anything but kneel and scowl at the naked man before her. Sitting on the bed with his legs spread and his dick standing erect. His cock just inches away from her face.
Seeing her turn away in disgust, Roland grabbed her hair and pulled Lucy to face him. Her hearts cracked further and further as his influence lessened and lessened. So he didn’t waste any of his remaining time as he tried to fuck Lucy’s face.
With barely a moment to try and save herself, Lucy’s fingers were stretching out and pulling on her restraints to just graze one of her keys. If she managed to get anyone out, she'd have someone able to help her. And just barely before the tip made contact with her lips, she felt the cool metal against her fingertip as she coursed her magic through it.
Then a gentle hand fell down on Lucy’s head and slammed her face down Roland’s cock.
Blinking in surprise, Roland was entirely exposed to this pink haired newcomer, and entirely lost as she shoved Lucy’s face up and down his dick at a breakneck pace.
“Princess, I never imagined you’d be so forward as to have me join you.” She spoke with a blush over her face but a strangely stoic expression. Roland’s blood had turned cold at her surprise appearance, but as she only seemed to help him, he finally remembered who she was. Virgo, the new key that helped Erza and her group stop that death flute thing just a few days ago. “But if that’s what you want, who am I to object?”
Accepting his luck and moving from there, Roland let go of Lucy’s head as Virgo was forcing her master to deepthroat him. Her body was twitching and thrashing, her throat tight and spasming from trying to catch her breath and being forced to swallow his entire cock with no practice or experience under her belt.
For Roland, he’d never quite had an experience like this, it was surreal to have Lucy’s personal spirit misunderstanding the situation, but that didn’t stop the pleasure from rocking into his brain. Despite his experience and Lucy’s lack of any real grace, the brute force Virgo was using to turn her master into an onahole was wearing him down faster than he’d ever expect.
Reaching forward, he dug his hand against Virgo’s chest and the maid’s blush deepened. Just like the gossip said, Virgo was a huge perv. Letting this complete stranger grope her while dutifully using her Princess to get him off. In her mind, this was the picture perfect form of a maid.
Enjoying the pleasure being given to him, Roland let the ladies do all the work. Basking in the moment and happy to realize Lucy was a two-for-one. But before he could fantasize about if other Celestial Spirits could be as stunning as Virgo, Roland felt his climax growing closer and closer. His pre-cum coating Lucy's throat and dripping down her chin alongside the drool spilling past her lips. His cock pulsing and twitching as he felt her tongue moving and pressing against his length as Virgo slammed her Princess back and forth.
Shooting cum down Lucy's throat, Roland let out a breath of contentment. While the bitch between his legs was coughing and spasming from being forced to swallow his load.
But no sooner than his orgasm stopping did Virgo make a move. Pulling Lucy off of his cock, in the blink of an eye her clothes disappeared somehow, and then she was placed gently against the hardwood floor with her arms and feet still bound behind her back.
“Master, I believe this would be a… suitable way to continue." Virgo’s expression and voice stayed stoic, the only insight to her emotions being the bright blush still marking her face.
Coughing and struggling to catch her breath, Lucy tried to speak to her spirit. "Vir-cou, Roland's-“
“Don't worry, Princess, I will assist you with all of your needs,” Virgo caressed Lucy's cheek. “I just ask that you do the same." Virgo lifted herself ever so slightly and shifted her position, seating her uncovered crotch directly above her Princess’ face.
While Lucy’s cries got muffled between Virgo’s massive ass and thighs, Roland saw as the pretty pink maid trailed a finger against her contractor’s cunt. Making the Spirit Mage groan and shiver, Virgo just licked her lips at how wet she saw Lucy had become. Seeing Roland’s gaze bare down on them like a predator, Virgo gave a bit of show, her dainty hands spreading Lucy's knees and giving Roland full access to the Princess’ body. “Would you please fuck my Princess with your dick? She’s been teased by Aquarius for so long that I think she’s about to burst. Won’t you fuck this tight virgin and flood her cunt with your cum again and again?”
Getting off the bed and kneeling between Lucy’s open legs, Roland already had Virgo gripping his dick and lining his tip against the blonde’s dripping quim. Lucy tried to wriggle her way out while screaming into Virgo’s pussy, all signs that Virgo took as her Princess being even kinkier than she thought. And when Roland shoved his length inside her, Lucy felt all the air leave her lungs. She’d only ever experimented with some toys before, but everything about the real deal was different. It wasn’t just the size and depth it could reach, but experiencing the heat of his cock, how it twitched and felt, everything about it was crazier than she ever expected.
And then Roland started moving.
Lucy couldn’t believe that his dick wasn’t already bottomed out, much less that she could actually fit in everything else. Her mind turned into a white void every time he reached deeper than the last. She couldn’t control her body as it writhed in pleasure. And with Virgo grinding against her face, Lucy couldn’t think about anything as her tongue moved on its own to eat out her loyal servant.
With absolutely zero experience on her side, Lucy quickly felt her climax grow closer and closer. A bomb with its fuse burning brighter and hotter and ready to explode. Roland’s hands sunk into her breasts, kneading her pale tits and teasing her nipples between his adept fingers. Even if Virgo’s cunt wasn’t leaving trails down Lucy’s cheeks, she’d be a drooling mess anyhow. With his cock smashing its way inside her, she couldn’t hold back any longer as she came.
But Roland wasn’t anywhere near done.
Despite her cunt tightening and trying to milk him for all he had, the Charmer had been dealing with the S-Class pussy of Mira and Erza for over a week straight. His endurance and stamina had skyrocketed due to the constant mewling for sex that his lovely sluts begged for.
Even as Lucy came, he was fucking her with unending vigor. Groping and shaping her fat tits between his hands as he marveled at them. He honestly wondered if they were bigger than her head. Twisting and pinching at her nipples, Roland was half hoping for her to start spraying milk. The thought of his fantasy alone made his cock all the harder as he slammed his hips against Lucy’s.
Feeling her come again and again, Roland couldn’t even think about how the charm might be going, not when he pulled at the hair of the blushing stoic maid who trembled with pleasure and pressed their lips together into a kiss. Virgo instantly complied, opening her mouth and letting her masochistic nature run wild. Letting him take control of everything while she let herself simply be subject to his whims. The feeling of letting another overpower her and do absolutely anything, why it nearly made Virgo come.
Having another two beautiful women under his thumb, Roland felt the same way as Virgo. The power he held over the gorgeous women of Fairy Tail was simply divine. Fucking Lucy’s cunt while her own Celestial Spirit tried to goad out his climax along the way? Just what did he do to deserve such a wonderful outcome?
It took fucking the blonde beauty’s climaxing cunt for half an hour before he finally felt his pleasure crescendo again. Cum blasting deep into Lucy’s cunt and making the girl come all over again from the feeling.
Instead of letting Virgo take the lead and change things around, this time Roland gave a command. “Slut, unbind your Princess and pull her leg against her head.”
Trembling at his words, Virgo dutifully followed the instructions of this new Master. Getting herself off of Lucy’s face to untie the whip that had left red marks across her wrists and ankles, before finishing her orders and forcing Lucy on her side in a vertical split. The Celestial Spirit Mage had far more flexibility than expected due to the kicks she loved to dole out.
Keeping his cock buried inside of Lucy this whole time, Roland took advantage of this new position and pounded the blonde in parts of herself she didn’t know even existed.
“Please… please… please… ” Lucy was saying something as her eyes were half lidded and her face covered in her spirit’s essence.
Leaning down, Virgo pet Lucy’s cheek to try and reassure her. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’m here with you. I’ll make sure you’ll get more and more until you’re begging to stop. So leave yourself in my capable hands,” closing the distance, Virgo kissed her contractor, their tongue swirling as the Spirit tasted herself on her Princess’ tongue.
Watching the show in front of him, Roland didn’t hold anything back as his hips slammed against Lucy’s. The blonde’s moans were louder now that Virgo’s fat ass wasn’t burying her face, the lewd moans and cries bouncing off the shelved walls and being melodically captivating. And he enjoyed it all without a care in the world. Gripping at one of her tits, Roland leaned in and nibbled at the closest peak. His tongue trailing and flicking her sensitive nipples while he let his teeth brush against and ever so lightly bite against her tit to send a rush of sensation through her body.
Just like the last position, Lucy’s cunt tried to milk him for everything he had as climax after climax rocked her world. Not a moment of rest given to the girl as her sensitivity was at an all-time high.
With one hand groping her tits and helping heft her heavy globes as he sucked on them, his other hand took advantage of Lucy being on her side to play with her ass. It wasn’t as big as Erza’s, but he figured having a bigger cake than her would be impossible. Still though, it was gorgeously thick and he loved the feeling of molding and slapping it. Feeling the quakes as her skin rippled, her bucking at his spanks, and his own sensitivity increasing after coming twice. It was a perfect cocktail.
Yet again he fucked her through orgasm after orgasm until his finally started to arrive. Roland lost track of time by this point, but that didn’t really matter to him. He’d be happy fucking this woman for days straight if he could. Just letting the pleasure take hold of his body and surge through him, leaving another load to flood the blonde’s cunt and drip out down her thighs.
Pulling back from her body, Roland saw it all. Her breasts and shoulder were covered in bite marks and hickies. Her wrists had a light bruise from her own whip being used to bind her. Her face free from Virgo’s lip lock as her eyes had gone vacant while tear stung at the corners of her eyes and a fucked stupid look across her face. Just like with Mira, he fucked this girl unconscious just as well. And just like with Erza, he had another one just in arms grasp.
“Thank you for giving Princess such a good time,” Virgo bowed her head and readied herself to discorporate. Leaving after having fulfilled what her contractor desired like a maid worth her salt should.
But when Roland grabbed at her arm, Virgo picked up her lowered head and saw his look of hunger, before her eyes went down and saw his erection was still as daunting as ever.
“Strip.”
With just a single word, Virgo’s eyes were flooded and the hearts formed and filled in under one second. The masochist being more than willing to follow any and every order that would come her way, even without his charm being a factor. In a sparkle of stardust, Virgo’s entire outfit was gone, leaving the maid completely bare outside of the cuffs and chains she always had on her arms.
Getting to his feet, Roland kept Virgo on her knees as his cock slapped against her face. Virgo getting his cum alongside Lucy’s dripping down her face and making her pussy drenched in anticipation. She was so focused on the burning obelisk pressing against her face that she almost didn’t hear what he said.
“Tell me, Slut, you said you’d help until your Princess was begging to stop. So I want to see if you’re good enough to make do with your promise to your new Master.”
Not letting her speak a word, Roland pulled his hips back before ramming his cock down the spirit’s throat. Virgo taking everything without so much as a whimper of discomfort or difficulty. A maid should be ready and able to do anything at any time.
Virgo’s tongue moved with shocking precision and ability, driving Roland up the wall faster than any of the other girls ever managed. It looked like she really could back up her words. Her mouth was a vice as she kept eye contact the entire time that she swallowed every inch of his.
While she made sure Roland was getting just what he asked for, Virgo wasn’t leaving her hands idle. Digging into her own pale tits and painfully pinching and playing with her nipples to give her a greater masochistic high. Her arousal dripping down into a pool between her legs as she dutifully let her face be fucked.
Letting Roland have the control he wanted, Virgo moaned as he pulled her hair before slamming her back onto his bitch breaker. She needed to get this inside of her, but understood that a maid only received a reward on Master’s approval. Though, if she incited him to do it sooner, that wouldn’t be against any maidly rules.
Pulling her mouth of his cock with a wet pop Virgo let her tongue hang out her mouth as thick strands of drool connected her full lips to the licked clean cock. Resting it against her face again, Virgo had drank every last bit of sex from Roland’s dick and tried something fun. “I understand that you have a preference among your women. If you’d like, I can be more than faithful to you.”
Letting her body shift and change like all Celestial Spirits could, the more tomboyish design she had given to her by Lucy was replaced by a pretty pink bimbo. Her short hair was changed to reach down past her ass. An ass that was now even bigger than it already once was. Complimented extremely well by the pendulous tits that expanded from her chest, her tits now pressing against his legs from her position as she moved her hands to stroke his spit soaked shaft while toying with his cum churning balls that she was dying to get a personal taste of. “Please, use me however you wish. Master.”
Absolutely taking the bait in front of him, Roland brushed his thumb against Virgo’s cheek before he pulled on the masochist’s longer hair as a reward. Forcing her onto her knees, he moved behind her, drinking in her body as he moved. Placing his hands on her upgraded curves, Roland decided to do something different and give the spirit a gift. He was going to try and break this masochist.
Rubbing his shaft against her wanting cunt, Virgo trembled and bit her lip, but she didn’t moan. If his guess was right, then she’d be screaming for high heaven.
Instead of splitting her pussy open and giving her the same treatment as Lucy, Roland sunk his hands into her hips to give himself a handle as he thrust forward. Spearing her tight ass and burying himself nearly to the base in the first motion.
At first, Virgo couldn’t say anything, not when all the air escaped her lungs and she struggled to remember how to breathe. But as Roland’s hips bucked against hers, as his hands dug into her ass and struck her without mercy, as her hair was pulled and she was forced to pull her head up, only one thing could finally make it past her lips.
“FUCK~!!”
Her stoicism was utterly destroyed as her Master found and exploited every weak spot she had. Her fingers tried to scratch against the wooden floor while only the runes on the walls kept her from being heard halfway through Magnolia. She was an ancient and timeless being, yet she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had anyone fuck her like this.
Feeling his hands smack against her rear and slowly turn her skin red, Virgo was insatiable. “MO~RE!” more pain, more pleasure, more of everything, let her reach cloud nine and never come back down.
Giving her exactly what she wanted, Roland redoubled his efforts. Any small part of him that held back was left behind as he used his surprising strength to paint Virgo’s pale body with countless marks. Just like she begged for. What was even better for him was how her ass tightened for a moment at every swat he landed, leading to Virgo’s asshole to try even harder to goad him to paint her insides white with his cum.
Changing course for just a brief moment, Roland pulled back on Virgo’s long hair and forced the girl on her knees only, her torso’s weight being balanced from his grip on her hair, leaving the masochist to devolve into nonsensical moans as she reveled in her painful euphoria.
Reaching around her chest with her other arm, the brunet let his hand sink into her tits. Their weight and feel had changed completely. By no means was Virgo flat before, but now she was nearly double or triple her cup size. With his hand playing with every inch of her tits he could reach, Roland was just as insatiable as Virgo. It was a match made in heaven.
Yanking Virgo even higher, Roland leaned in close enough that his breath burned against her neck. Just like with her Princess, her Master was more than happy to use his mouth as well. His teeth dug against her neck. A lightning bolt of pleasure blasted its way through Virgo’s body and she was unable to help herself. Overwhelmed by everything, the bimbo bodied spirit let out a choked whimper as she came. After helping Lucy and Roland with their own pleasure for hours, the Celestial Spirit now was able to reach her own peak.
After having come three times and now dealing with a woman who had infinite experience behind her moves, Roland let himself go and moaned as his mouth was still biting on Virgo’s neck. Their sounds resonated with the other as Virgo felt her ass fill with his burning cum as her vision clouded and she lost all sense of reality for a moment.
Even when Roland stopped biting her neck and let go of her hair, Virgo didn’t do anything to slow her fall as she landed cheek first against the hard and cool wood floor. Her arms had not done anything to protect her because her mind still hadn’t rebooted.
And while the spirit was reeling, Roland was moving. Keeping himself buried to the hilt in Virgo’s ass while her head was still against the ground. This was something he had seen in the expansive and dense smut library he’d found inside of Erza’s room and figured now was as good a time as any to try it.
Raising himself a bit higher. Roland stretched out one leg to have his foot press Virgo’s face against the floor. His hands glued to her hips as he still fucked her without hesitation.
Being treated like a toy and now humiliated? This was beyond the perfect dream for the extreme masochist as she felt him step on her head with more pressure before he asked her a question.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You!” The response was instantaneous.
It was met with a harsh slap to her ass that made her moan.
“Who do you belong to?” The same question was asked.
“Master!” Virgo understood her mistake. One should always call their superior by their title.
Instead of a slap one hand lowered and fingered her dripping cunt, making Virgo jump from the pleasure. “Who will you follow and obey from now on?”
“Master’s!” The pressure against her cheek increased.
Another finger pumped its way inside her, Virgo’s toes were curling while her eyes grew hazy. “Now tell me, what do you want your Master to do to you?”
And for the first time, she didn’t have an immediate response. At Roland’s hips slowing to a crawl, the maid cried out helplessly in a whimper. Just being true to what she was, Virgo let her thoughts flow. “I WANT EVERYTHING! I WANT TO BE DEFILED AND PLAYED WITH! I WANT TO BE FUCKED AND RUINED! I NEED MY MASTER TO DO IT ALL!”
She was only halfway through her answer before Roland picked up his pace again, his cock plunging into her asshole and making Virgo howl with pleasure. His fingers moving into her cunt. His foot stood on her face. She was a drooling and euphoric mess. Her wishes would come true as long as she stood by him. Her climax was growing closer and closer and ever closer until-
In a resounding thud, Roland was tackled off of his new fucktoy/maid for life. Blinking away the stars, on top of his body, he saw the blonde hair and massive tits of Lucy on top of him. He was so busy with Virgo that he had no idea she woke up. Trying to reach forward, Roland found himself unable. Looking up towards his arms, he saw Lucy had used her whip to tie his wrists around the nearby storage shelf. Trying to think of any way to get out of this, the brunet was waiting to be knocked upside the head until he fell unconscious.
Instead, Lucy grabbed his cock and sat herself down on it, filling her ass to beyond the brim with less than half of it inside of her.
Thinking about more than just pleasure at this moment, Roland looked into Lucy’s half lidded eyes and saw that her eyes revealed her complete fall under his charm. He had completely forgotten to check on the progress after Virgo stopped blocking Lucy’s face. Yet the bastard seemed more than lucky on this night. First a spirit came and helped him fuck her Princess, then he fucked the spirit, and now, the Princess is eagerly looking for more.
“More~” Lucy mewled as she slowly rode his cock. Like spirit, like contractor.
Smiling at her request, Roland bucked his hips against hers, leaving Lucy gasping and moaning. Though before they could kick things into a higher gear, a set of chained hands came up around Lucy’s chest and started to grope those ginormous jugs. “It’s not right to steal from someone, Princess.” her voice and expression returned to that of monotone stoicism. Without a log rearranging her insides, Virgo could keep her cool once again.
“Well you don’t have to worry. I’m more than happy to share him.” Lucy shivered and grit her teeth for a moment as Roland fit half his cock up her ass. “I just need more practice than you do if I want to make sure Roland gets the best service.” she casually spoke with her spirit as if she wasn’t currently sinking herself deeper and deeper onto a mind manipulator’s dick while her tits were being groped and toyed with by another woman.
Seeming to accept her Princess’ logic, or at least being a dutiful maid and not showing any dislike from a slight of their superior, Virgo didn’t fight Lucy on how she stole Roland and essentially edged the spirit. Though thinking about it, maybe that just made Virgo even more turned on. “Well then, allow me to assist you as well.” pulling herself closer to Lucy, Virgo pressed her lips against her Princess’ and took control of the kiss to tutor her young contractor.
Watching the two beauties make out in front of him as they both tried to get a share of his shaft, Roland knew that this night wasn’t going to end any time soon.
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Panting and sweating after so much exertion, Roland knew he would need to properly pay back Mira after she cleaned out the store room. Beyond everything that got knocked down and broken due to the trio wildly fucking around the room, the smell of cum, sweat, and sex was thick in the air. And as he laid down on the cot, the two beauties were still wanting more.
With Lucy on his left and Virgo on his right, the two women kneeled on the floor as their chests smothered his cock. Just like before, when Lucy’s tits moved, it really just hypnotized him, but now with Virgo working alongside her with increased curves, it made it all the better.
The two women were soaked in sweat, any drop of cum that had once stained their skin quickly found itself lapped up by his two new bitches. Their eyes would switch back and forth to look at his pleasured expressions to gauge if what they were doing was something he enjoyed before staring reverently towards his twitching shaft. His cockhead was oozing pre-cum and dripping down over the twin set of chests that rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern. Though it wasn’t long until Lucy leaned forward and left a long and lewd kiss against his tip while her tongue showed off just how much she’d learned since this all began. Pulling back, her and Virgo had come to some non-verbal agreement as the pink maid helped tease and grow his undying hard on until another coat of pre-cum was painting their tits before she went forth and throated all that she could reach that wasn’t buried in the duos buxom bosoms.
Then, instead of pulling back, as Virgo reached his tip, Lucy came back as the two made out with his shaft in the middle. It was a dance that Roland would always love to watch. Especially when the two sank deeper down, breaking their kiss as they both took half his cock and licked and kissed it until they reached their breasts. It was only then did they both pull back and pump their tits again to keep the cycle going.
Their massive tits clapping as they lifted and and lowered them, their nipples rubbing and flicking against the other’s. A warm softness enveloping him from those huge breasts and the emotions the women had behind their action. Their expressions filled with utter depravity with their tongues snaking out of their mouths and simply begged for another facial.
It was a heaven that would only grow greater whenever he managed to bring in Erza and Mira to the fun as well. Actually, imagining them joining the fun and groping and fingering Lucy and Virgo, their obvious jealous rivalry coming to the forefront as they tried to outdo the other. That was his last straw this time as he bucked his hips and felt his cock twitch and surge with pleasure. His voice moaning freely as he moved his hands from behind his head to groping a teat from each.
While Lucy closed her eyes and got ready for her gift, Virgo was far more devious than she had been at the start of this night. Wrapping her lips around his tip and getting his full load shot down her slutty mouth. Gulping down what she could before Lucy realized what was going on and yanked her off by her hair.
“Virgo, that wasn’t fair at all,” Lucy pouted as she saw Virgo took every drop for herself, “I was going to force you to wear a butt plug from now on, but I couldn’t possibly reward such bad behavior.”
Her eyes widening, Virgo instantly showed just how much the idea made her melt. But even if her mouth wasn’t full of cum, she couldn’t defend what she did. So she tried something else. Leaning forward and wrapping her arms around Lucy’s body, Virgo kissed her Princess and felt Lucy’s tongue instantly wrap around hers, trying to take every drop of cum Virgo hadn’t already swallowed for herself.
Having two drop dead gorgeous women fighting through make-out over his spunk certainly gave Roland’s already sizable ego a big burst. The two melting into the kiss over time as they felt their arousal grow more and more. The arms around the other’s head getting lower to their breasts, they would have gone even lower, but with the cot in the way they were unable to finger each other and chose to remedy that.
Crawling over the cot and pushing herself on top of Virgo, Lucy pressed her maid’s back against the wooden floor as she shifted her legs up. Forcing Virgo’s legs to hook around her own as they pulled the other’s body closer. Skin against skin, tits pressing and squishing in a beautiful balance, cunts grinding as they enjoyed this skinship. The kiss broke from the two panting for air before they spoke up. “Master~” their voices rang out in harmony, “Please, fuck us more~”
Any of those thoughts telling him to leave Fairy Tail and run out before he got caught left his head as he descended from the cot and saw Lucy and Virgo grinding and spanking the other’s ass or spreading their own cheeks apart to entice him even further. He wasn’t ever going to leave such a treasure trove behind.
He’d always be their Master.
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Title: (C) Charmed To Fuck You
Chapter title: Two-For-One
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Commissioned by Anon:
Erza goes over to check on her close friend and ends up getting closer to her than ever before.
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The sun was beginning to dip down into the horizon as Erza Scarlet walked to the home of Mirajane Strauss. The red haired knight was trying to find out where exactly the dutiful and kind barmaid was. After spending her whole day at the guild hall having fun and talking with her other friends, she quickly noticed that Mira hadn’t come in for work today. Made all the more strange by the fact that she had never before been late to her job in her life, let alone skipping off an entire day without contacting someone to take her shift.
Everyone else said not to worry about it, how Mira’s a grown woman and allowed to make her own decisions, and that she’s allowed to get an extra day off every once in a while. But Erza was stubborn to a fault, and she just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The S-Class mage had already checked around Mira’s usual favorite places; cafes, music stores, the farmer’s market. There wasn’t anyone who saw Mirajane there either.
That’s what had her standing out by the edge of Magnolia in front of a cool-blue two story house, complete with a white picket fence. Mira said she didn’t like the crowded nature of Fairy Hills and preferred to own her home, plus the barmaid had gotten dozens of noise complaints from her music tastes. Guess she was still partly ‘The Demon’ with her love of death metal.
Erza walked through the fence gate and knocked on the door… then knocked again, and again, and tried the doorbell a few times as well. Her metal covered knuckles were starting to chip into the wood before she finally stopped.
Maybe Mira really wasn’t home. With a sigh, Erza turned away and took the first step to walk back to the guild. Then she heard a scream coming from the inside.
Without even thinking of her actions, the powerful wizard bursted through the front door in a rain of splinters and ran up the stairs three steps at a time. With a burst of light, a sword was in her hands and she used it to cleave the door in half and barreled into the room where she heard Mirajane’s cries from.
As the wail came again, Erza was completely frozen in place, unable to process what was in front of her. Dropping her sword in shock, the best friend and fiercest rival of the once S-Class mage was able to witness Mirajane Strauss writhing in pleasure.
Her arms were being pulled back, it looked like it would be painful, but it didn’t seem to be the case with Mira’s slutty expression. Her blue eyes held pink hearts in her irises, her mouth was stretched wide in a grin of insanity alongside her tongue lolling out. Her hair was a complete and total mess and she was caked in sweat and cum. Erza had no idea how long Mira had been fucking this man behind her, but it seemed like the white haired woman was no longer able to even see her friend and their gobsmacked expression only five feet away.
As her head rose up with one final screech of sheer bliss and ecstasy, it was cut short as her head fell back down and she stopped crying out. She had fainted from the sheer amount of pleasure that radiated through her body.
Erza couldn’t find it in herself to move, the thought of running away and being embarrassed for the rest of her life was plastered in her mind, but her legs wouldn’t move, or maybe they couldn’t.
“Damn, I thought she could last more than twelve hours.” The man from behind her said as he pulled himself out of the heavily panting woman, letting the dozens of loads he shot into her cunt run down her legs and stain the bed as Mira stayed face down-ass up, with that expression of euphoria still etched into her face.
The dark haired man got off the bed and walked towards Erza, she naturally was able to scope him out in an instant. Spiky black hair, a head taller than her and Mira, a toned body, and a ring on his hand that looked extremely familiar, but her mind was entirely occupied by the third leg still standing completely up right in front of her. The rational part of her mind was screaming at her to get out of here and run away, but there was a strange allure and sense of calm when she first laid eyes on him. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as she was attempting to say something, unable to even make a stuttering attempt before he closed the distance between them.
The man didn’t care in the slightest about why Erza was there, or what she was there for, as he grabbed her by the back of her head with one hand and pulled her into a kiss, diving his tongue into her wide open mouth.
She should be disgusted, she should be livid, but she could only moan as her eyelashes fluttered from the kiss and feeling his strong hand grab hold of her. That sensation only grew as his other hand went up her blue skirt and traced the lips of her pussy through her panties. Without her knowledge, Erza’s eyes gained empty, pink bordered hearts.
“Already wet? I guess you’re a slut that liked watching me fuck your friend.” She wanted to say something as he pulled away to make that comment, but her eyes were growing hazy and she had a look of arousal on her deeply blushing face.
He pulled her back into a kiss as he traced the outside of her panties for a little bit, making her grow more unsteady and horny. Finally, after minutes of this, he pushed her panties to the side and started to pump his fingers in and out of her cunt.
As her knees grew weak, the re-quip mage was forced to put her hands on this stranger to keep herself from falling over, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and putting more of her weight on him, including his masterful fingers.
Everything about this felt incredible, the way he knew exactly how to strike her weak points, how she grew ever closer to a climax, the warmth and serenity she felt from his touch.
And all of that was ripped away from her as he pulled his fingers outside of her quivering cunt, broke their deep, wet kiss, and he forced her to get on her knees by shoving her down with the hand holding the back of her head.
She groaned in pain, but that was silenced almost instantly as Erza was face to face with the massive cock that had just been inside of Mira, still wet and covered with their shared cum.
“Suck it.” He pushed her mouth against his dripping tip as he gave the order.
As it went past her lips and brushed against her teeth, Erza opened her mouth as this random man was pumping her head on his dick. Using the proud and powerful mage as a personal fuck toy.
With her tongue running along the shaft and head as it slid in and out in her throat, it was impossible for the red head to not notice the distinct taste it was covered with. His cum and Mirajane’s lathering her tongue as he fucked her mouth without any shame or abandon.
Her body was starting to burn with want as the knight was forced to get this man off while getting nothing for herself. Without realizing it, her armor and clothing beneath it all disappeared within a flash, leaving her totally naked as she was kneeling before this dark haired man. Desperate for any kind of touch, the knight used her own hands in place of his to finger herself and toy with her breasts.
Erza had masturbated countless times before, she was an adult after all, but after having this man touch her, everything else felt like a failure in comparison. Even as she touched all the same spots he did and toyed with her clit, it didn’t come close to whatever he had done to her body.
“Hm, I thought you and Mira were supposed to be rivals, but when it comes to blowjobs, that slut takes the cake.” He dismissively nodded to the still unconscious woman on the bed. “She at least knew how to use her tongue.”
His words lit a fire in Erza, not because of how he was so rudely commenting about her best friend, but the fact that he said there was no contest between which one of them was better at this.
Turning her attention away from her own failure of an attempt to orgasm, Erza started to take control of the face fucking, though the stranger never removed his painfully exquisite grip from her hair. Grabbing at his hips to help her throat his entire cock to prove just how much better she was than Mira.
However, that was far more easily said than done. His rod was absolutely massive; bigger, thicker, and longer than any toy she had ever used. She couldn’t brute force this fuckstick down her throat, every time she tried she ended up choking on it, and while the man seemed to enjoy it, Erza didn’t want to end up making herself black out. But she still tried her damndest, slowly inching it deeper before pulling back and repeating that for ages, but it just got too big at a point for that to work anymore. Unable to show her betterness through her tongue and throat, she figured a different approach would work better.
Grabbing her two massive tits, Erza brought them up and slid them up and down the spit and cum lubed shaft. It seemed to be something he enjoyed as she could feel his thumb stroking her head beside his powerful grip.
Using her tits as a vice, the proud knight was eagerly pumping her head and boobs back and forth with an intense vigor. Feeling him twitch and pulse in her hold as he was growing closer to his own climax. As she looked up from her position to lock eyes with the man she was desperately trying to prove herself to, he could see the pink growing in the heart symbols on her eyes.
Slamming his hips to shove his dick as deep as it could go, Erza was caught off guard and forced to choke on it. It was then that rope after rope of hot spunk was blasted down her throat, jamming it up with cum as she was desperately trying to breathe.
When Erza’s vision started to get hazy, the man finally pulled his cock out, painting her face and tits with the last spurts of his load. Her chest was heaving as she coughed out some cum and all that she couldn’t swallow spilled out of her mouth and helped cover her tits in white.
Not giving her any time to rest, Erza was pulled off of the floor by her hair and dragged onto the bed, facing the opposite direction of Mira as she was pushed to be onto all fours. As she looked over her shoulder to the man behind her, the wizard was able to see how he roughly grabbed at her ass and rubbed his huge dick between her cheeks. The hearts in her eyes were nearly full, making the man smile as they just required the slightest bit more of a push.
Beyond just using her ass to stroke his shaft, the dark haired man would harshly slap her rear, quickly making it as red as the scarlet woman’s hair with all his hits and gropings. Still, throughout it all, Erza could only feel herself growing more and more engrossed with the pleasure that such pain brought; gripping the sheets with white knuckles and panting like a bitch in heat.
She wouldn’t need to wait long, however, as the stranger held her ass to line himself up to her dripping cunt. Just like everything else, he went at it full force, shoving himself as deep as he could go and making Erza’s head fly back as she screamed in pleasure. He wasn’t even halfway in and he was deeper than anyone else she’d ever been with. But he wouldn’t stop at just that, pulling his dick back until only tip remained before he slammed it full force again, doing it over and over, with a seemingly unending stamina and libido as Erza came over and over while he was only trying to cum once.
As he pulled her by her hair, making her back arch like a bow, he looked down into her filled eyes once more to see that it still wasn’t filled.
“I’ll give you some credit though, you really are more resilient than Mira was.” As he spoke those words, another set of arms wrapped around his shoulders, draping his chest.
“Now, now, it isn’t polite to lie to someone.” Mirajane said as she had a dream like expression on her face and the pink hearted eyes looked over her lover’s new catch. “Come on Roland, you better tell the truth.”
“I was.” The now named man chuckled as he saw Mira pout and she lightly swatted his chest. “But just because she’s taking it better than you doesn’t mean you can’t show her who’s boss.”
“Fine then. I will.” She gave the man a peck on the lips that turned into a deep, tongue filled makeout, before being pushed back and crawling over to Erza’s front. The red head was being pulled by her hair all the while, showing off her endurance and flexibility to withstand such treatment without so much as a whimper.
Sitting herself down in front of her best friend and rival, Mirajane looked at all the cum staining Erza’s cheeks and chest, licking her way up the red haired mage’s body and cleaning her up as she went. She wasn’t taking in the sensual and sexy body of her rammed friend, rather, the Ex-S-Class wanted to get all the cum she could before lightly holding Erza by the chin and deeply kissing her. The barmaid gave the knight a proper french kiss as their tongues moved against the others and both of them were moaning from the taste of Roland’s cum.
As Mira explored her close friend’s mouth, she let one hand drift down and toy with those huge, quaking tits that were currently being ignored. Kindly and gently massaging Erza’s breasts, but as their kiss ended all they gulped down the last of Roland’s cum, Mira pulled back with a dark look in her eye.
“You’re such a whore, greedily drinking every drop from my mouth that I was so kind and generous in sharing with you.” Mira’s second hand went down to Erza’s tits, the red head still having her head being pulled back by Roland’s grip on her long flowing red hair. “But I suppose I should be hospitable and give you more of what you want… even if it hurts a bit.” The mirth fell from Mira’s smile as The Demon stood in her place. Her fingers pinched at the knight’s puffy pink nipples and tried to drag her face down to the bed, being counteracted by Roland’s own merciless fucking, leaving the knight in a tug of war between the two that sent her voice sky-rocketing.
It felt… it felt… it felt… so fucking good.
The look on Erza’s face was pure pleasure and happiness despite appearances, climax after climax was rocking her body and drenching both the man’s waist and the bed they were slamming against the wall with the power of their thrusts.
Erza could have stayed like this forever, but Mira gave a look to Roland and he relented, letting go of her hair and sending the knight careening down thanks to the white haired woman’s influence. Rather than getting her face shoved into the mattress, Erza was pulled to be less than an inch away from Mirajane’s cunt, still full of cum. Without a word, Mira shove her best friend’s face into her pussy, getting her new fuck partner to eat her out. The newly willing slut not needing an order to swallow as much of Roland’s cum as she could.
With the black haired man continually thrusting inside of her and the number one model in fiore grinding against her face, Erza was consumed by lust. Digging her tongue as deep into Mirajane as it could go and lapping up every drop she could reach, being rewarded by the pale woman playing with her nipples and kneading her breasts, while on the other side she was slamming her own hips back against Roland’s to try and take it down to the base, but she still had yet to reach it.
Their carnal and bestial fucking seemed to finally break down Roland’s endurance as his hips grew more erratic and his cock was twitching and unloading pre-cum inside of the proud knight. At the same time, Mira’s moaning was growing to a fever pitch as she abandoned toying with Erza and chose to grope herself as she could feel her climax drawing ever so close.
Roland’s cum blasted into the red head’s cunt, filling her to the brim with his load as she wailed in euphoria, climaxing again from the feeling of his warmth flooding her raw pussy. Mirajane joining their moans and groans as she came from the sexually liberated knight’s tongue.
Time meant nothing as Erza was unable to think of a moment before this pleasure began, before she met Roland, before he conquered her with his hard, throbbing cock. He was the only thing that mattered, it was only him and his pleasure that she could care about as the hearts placed in her eyes filled completely and a soft glow emanated from them before they dulled again.
Rather than letting their orgasms ride and stay feeling that pleasure for as long as she could, Mirajane quickly pushed Erza up and shoved her off to the side, making her fall off Roland’s still erect dick. While the red head and the dark haired man groaned in dissatisfaction, Mirajane didn’t care as she grabbed his cum lathered cock and stroked it up and down while her face was inches away from his, her large and full breasts pressing against his toned chest.
“So, which of us was better?” She asked as she palmed the head of his shaft.
Roland just chuckled at her question. “Like it’d be possible to pick between you two sluts. Both of you are just too perfect.”
Mira wasn’t satisfied with that answer, pouting and pulling back when he said that, however her hand never left his rod, continuing to jerk it off. But just as quickly as she was saddened, a smirk went back over her face. “I know just the thing.”
Grabbing Erza, who was already trying to get back to fucking Roland, Mira pulled her friend down by her shoulders and pressed their glorious tits together, trapping his giant bitchbreaker between their pair of twins. The two looked up at the male magician with fervor and desire in their heart tainted eyes.
He just smiled and ran his hands through each of their long flowing locks, happy that everything he did worked out without a hitch. His ring glowed as both women felt themselves grow even more aroused as they were drooling at just the thought of wrapping their lips around his shaft. Charm magic had been outlawed for years, but it was impossible to enforce that ruling when you end up charmed, either platonically, or, like this manipulative man had the pleasure of experiencing, sexually.
Roland had only ever planned out to get Mirajane Strauss, the once powerful take-over mage, and current number one model of this entire country, but when Erza Scarlet barged in, he couldn’t let such a catch escape his grasp. Beyond her and the guild likely wanting to then save their friend from his hold through some magical means if they found out the truth, her own body was too gorgeous to slip away. Even with those plates of metal covering her body, the beauty she exuded still radiated through.
And now, with a smirk on his face and his hands in their hair, Roland was enjoying the fruits of his labor; as both of the powerful women were wrapping their lips and tits around his cock while religiously servicing him.
Their breasts slid up and down his shaft in sync, the two women making out around the tip of his dick, fighting for who gets the privilege to throat him while their tongues were licking at his pre-cum dripping slit and glands.
Deciding on his own, Roland closed his grip on their heads, digging his hands into their hair. With one motion, he pulled Erza away and shoved Mira down. However, the white haired woman couldn’t gloat at the ‘victory’ as she was then pulled off and Erza shoved down. Why would he pick only one when he could make them both do it?
Fucking the throat of the once pure and innocent looking Mirajane, before switching to the stalwart and reclusive Erza, making both newly trained whores choke on his dick as he used their mouths like toys. Leaving them as messes of drool and pre-cum as their perpetually open mouths left cloudy trails connecting their lips to his cock, falling down their chins and onto their chests. They really were something, able to still use their tits to stroke what their throats couldn’t fit as they were barely given a proper moment to breath before being shoved back down.
Their jaws were sore as time had crawled forwards, the moonlight falling into the room had climbed up the wall when Roland’s dick finally started twitching and spurting pre-cum. This time, instead of blasting his cum down their throats, the dark haired man pulled both of them off his shaft and pressed their faces against his dick, a cock drunk look on both of their expressions as their mouths had fallen open and tongue lolling out, happiness shining from their eyes. Putting his hands behind him to lay back on, Roland watched as rope after rope of burning cum shot into the air and crashed down onto both of the sluts drooling over his cock, painting their hair, faces, and tits.
The women couldn’t do anything but pant and moan at the hot sensation of his spunk falling on their bodies, the duo just needing to rest for the moment.
Showing her stamina and endurance, Erza was the first one to get back up, her still active participation in S-Class quests letting her bounce back the quickest. Pushing herself up onto her knees as she placed her hand on top of his standing erection. “Now do you know which of us is better?” She asked, uncaring of the white goop clinging to so much of her body.
“Both of your throats were incredible.” He began. “Your tits feel way more firm, but Mira’s are bigger. You two fantastic sluts are too great, I keep telling you that there’s no way I could pick and choose one of you as better than the other.”
Picking herself up, Mira kissed her way up his cock that pressed against her face before following Erza’s lead and kneeling before him and jerking off his shaft.
“Come on now, you know we want a real answer.” As Mirajane spoke, both of them were staring fervently at him with their heart corrupted eyes.
The smile never left Roland’s face as they spoke and a thought came to mind. “Let’s try a different position then.” The two sex slaves tilted their heads in curiosity. “Lay back down on the bed.”
The duo followed his instructions without question or complaint, but as they laid beside each other, he spoke again. “One of you on top of the other.”
Or course they tried to grapple for who would be on top of, however, the retired demon didn’t have any actual chance of winning against the scarlet knight in a contest of brute strength, the re-quip mage holding Mira’s hands above her head with barely any effort. This left the two rivals face to face as their breasts were pressing against the others, and as Roland corrected their positions, it left Erza’s cunt pressing against Mirajane’s as their legs were pulling them into a mating press.
With the two loyal sluts now in their places, Roland pumped his dick between both of their aching pussies, his tip reaching all the way to the underside of their tits when his hips pressed against theirs. At just this simple teasing, both women were moaning and quivering from his touch.
Pulling back so his tip was between their lips, Roland thrusted inside of Erza, making her cry in joy as her body was used to pleasure her new master. His rod slammed its way inside her, going in and out and reshaping her cunt to be perfect for his cock.
However, after a few more thrusts of hot white pleasure coursing through Erza’s body, the man pulled out of her and swapped to fucking Mirajane, the barmaid getting her own fair share of bliss as she got fucked just as hard.
The pattern continued as the dark haired man fucked two of the sexiest women in Fiore without a care in the world. The rivals both losing count of how many times they came at his unending onslaught of sex. Beyond his massive cock splitting them in two, the mages also decided to help each other out; licking the cum off of the other’s face and tits, molesting the others breasts as they made out, or even sucking on the others nipples and toying with them to help send the other into their spiral of orgasm after orgasm.
The blue light filtering into the room had been gone for a long while now, a yellow-red one seeping into the windows as the sun had finally climbed back into the sky. The sluttiest knight in all existence and the demon who would make a succubus blush were bathed in sweat and spit as pre-cum stained their stomachs and breasts, and the bed they laid on had more cum than cotton at this point. There were even a few points where one of the women had fainted for a brief period, leaving Roland to go after the other to let them rest for a little bit.
They didn’t know what finally pushed him over the edge, but they both could hear his panting breath growing rougher and feel his prick twitching as it was desperately trying to blow its load. And instead of painting the insides of the two white, switching between the two as he felt each rope come forth, the dark haired man pushed his dick between their cunts and let the intense heat splatter over their stomachs and the underside of their breasts.
Just the feeling of his climaxing cock pressing against their lower lips had both of the girls cum from their severe oversensitivity, not helped by feeling his warmth covering them again.
With Erza and Mirajane left as a drooling, cum covered mess, Roland couldn’t help himself from smiling and laughing in fulfillment. By the time they finally recovered enough to get their brains to reboot, he had already returned from downstairs with a drink in his hands and watching them from outside the bed.
“Who’s pussy did you like fucking more?” He rolled his eyes at their unending rivalry even showing its way through their mental pollution. Though it was kind of adorable how they both asked it at the same time.
“I guess it was another tie.” He responded.
“So what tie-breaker do you want to try next?”
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Title: (C) Cold, Yet Warm
Chapter title: Cowgirl-Lovin
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Commissioned by Anon:
Who would have ever guessed that the cold and standoffish Gray Fullbuster would would end up with busty babes swooning over him.
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The sky was black outside the windows of this resort suite, the stars drowned out by the blindingly bright Akane Resort. It was an entire building of contradictions at the moment. People were smiling and having fun after seeing beautiful fireworks light up the sky, while the people who made those fireworks were crying as they said farewell to new friends. The joy and mirth that came from the amusement park and casino at the ground floor was getting smothered by the tense atmosphere that Gray and Erza had as they awkwardly sat in a room together. The light and cacophonous parties from down below had been muted as they tried to look at one another in the dark.
“... I...” Gray finally spoke before he went quiet again, his brain was already hurt enough from a damned owl, guy, thing, nearly cracking it open, but this was even worse as he was trying to put his thoughts together to piece something together to say to Erza.
As he was pulling out his hair, the red headed knight just sat quietly on the bed, armor on and looking at the wall while Gray sat at the small table within her suite.
“... I understand. And I’m sorry.” That made Erza finally look him in the eye for the first time since they came back from The Tower of Heaven.
“What?” She furrowed her brow.
“I said that I’m sorry. I get it now, why you did everything that you did, and how you wanted to protect all of us from this maniac who ruined your life.” Gray sighed as he couldn’t keep her eye contact. “I kept pushing you beyond what you wanted, and I never even had the strength to put you at ease. I’m a jerk and a failure.”
Bristling at that, Erza stood up strong and proud as she marched over to the sulking man, almost slapping him in the face for such a statement. “Now you listen to me, I never once was against anything that we have done, both within our relationship and as a team. It was me who ordered you and Natsu along to deal with Eisenwald and Lullaby, and it was me who came onto you when you only tried to comfort me after a mission. And further, you are on track to become an S-Class mage before you become twenty, no failure could ever achieve that.”
As she put a hand on his shoulder, she could feel the cold seep through her metal armor. “Yeah, and what good is that when I wasn’t able to stop any of it!” His voice grew louder. “Your pain and torment, the suffering that you have gone through! If Natsu wasn’t there to save your life-!” His fist nearly shattered the table as he smashed his fist into it.
Placing her armored hand around his fist, she pulled it against her chest plate, making him stand up. “You’re right.” Her voice was low as her bangs covered her eyes. “I was going to die, I let my past emotions cloud my judgement and thought that I could still save an old friend who had fallen into darkness. I made the wrong choice and almost hurt everyone I cared about. My heart faltered and I was weak…” She took a shaky breath. “But with everyone by my side, I have felt more joy and hope than I had in a long time. When I am with you...” Her body glowed a beautiful white as the harsh metal was removed, leaving Gray’s hand to press against her chest and feel her warm and powerful heartbeat. “The pain I had felt melts away, the armor around my heart isn’t needed, I can put my head down and rest, because I know that you would always be by my side.” She held her head up as tears were at the corners of her eyes.
“But I wasn’t.” He leaned his head against her shoulder. “I failed you and had to leave because I was too weak.”
“The tower was targeted by the Etherion, we didn’t know it’d stay standing afterwards, even then, it was unstable and was going to blow!” She argued.
“Yeah, and if I was stronger, I’d have been able to deal with that dumb assassin and save you before it ever got shot at!” Despite their combative words, the two found their arms wrapping around the other. Holding each other close as it kept them calm.
“... Alright.” Erza said. “You feel like you failed me because you weren’t able to be the one to save me, so then let’s fix that.” The Knight pulled back and smiled at Gray. “From here on out, I’ll be training you. Every day that we are together, I’ll drag you to your feet if I have to.” She stepped back and summoned a sword in her hand and pointed at the Ice Maker Mage, that big smile still on her face. “And if you have any objections, I guess you’ll just have to beat me in order to make me finally stop, but who knows, maybe I’ll give you a special gift when you finally manage to do so.” Her eyes turned big and her face blushed as she giggled at the idea.
Gray’s face still had a mixture of confusion and shock from when she pulled away, but that quickly melted away as he chuckled and smiled right back at her. “You won’t hear me complaining. And if you’re working so hard to move forwards, I should do the same. I’m gonna go full force and make sure to keep pace- no, to surpass you.” He tapped the flat of her blade with the back of his fist. “I’ll be sure to be right there besides you for whatever we might face.”
“Let’s not get too crazy.” She joked as her sword disappeared. “We can’t always be together, especially with how many other girls want your attention, but I’ll appreciate your help when things get rough.” With a smile and a sigh, Erza wrapped her arms around his neck and gave the dark haired mage a chaste peck on the lips. “But for right now, we can hold each other close with no interruptions.”
“I guess it was a good thing Lucy kept Natsu busy somewhere for us to talk.” Their grip loosened as they walked over to the bed and laid down, spooning one another as they just enjoyed the company and presence of their close friend and lover.
“I’m curious if you’ll give her a ‘gift’ for that.” Erza giggled as her eyelids started to feel heavy. “And for Juvia too, I figured she’d end up getting her dreams... exceeded after how she helped us.”
Despite the fact that she was facing away from Gray, she knew that his face had grown red. “Come on, I’m not that easy.” Yet even as he huffed in indignation, his mind wandered to the beautiful blue dress she wore when they first met at the casino right before Jellal struck. The deep cut in her cleavage, the way it hugged her curves and had a slit to show off her long legs. He honestly nearly forgot about the huge Fairy Tail necklace she had on as his mind was more focused on her breasts and ass to recall that detail. Even her face was gorgeous as she had a light amount of makeup applied to make her pale complexion work to her advantage with a dark red lipstick and black eyeshadow.
Hearing the red head giggle, the subconscious stripper realized that his top and bottoms were gone, and his hands were hooked around his underwear. Clearing his throat, his face had turned an even brighter shade. “Um… sorry.”
“Let’s just sleep for now, but when we wake up… Well, let’s not ruin the surprise.” She whispered into his ear before the couple drifted off.
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Walking back into the newly rebuilt guild hall after finishing his vacation with his friends and girlfriends, Gray was taking the many changes better than Natsu, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own issues. While the pink haired fire breather was constantly mumbling how he didn’t like the changes and preferred the way things were, the dark haired ice maker was more stoic in his complaints. It was all just minor nitpicks; the way the new seats felt, the smell of the different wood used, the more massive space that it took up compared to the previous version. Nothing about it was bad, just that it didn’t feel like the building he had grown up in.
But it looked like he wasn’t the only one who had to be more open to change, as he found two ex-Phantom Lord members had now become part of their guild family. While Gray already knew that Juvia had left the trip at Akane early to properly join Fairy Tail, he was still on edge when he saw Gajeel show his face too.
It took the water witch’s words of trust to keep him and Natsu from blasting the piercing covered man off the new stage then and there. Both men swallowed their dislike of the man as Juvia swore he turned over a new leaf. It was at least made easier when Lucy showed that she harbored no ill will towards the Iron Dragon Slayer, or if she did, she hid it perfectly from the two of them.
Now he was sitting down in the expanded dining area, watching Mira wait tables all around the room as Erza and Lucy sat next to him eating their dishes of sweets, and Cana sat at the bar chugging whiskey like it was water.
As he idly watched his girls, the Ice user could feel a pair of eyes on himself. It had started to become part of his daily routine to be stalked by Juvia, even before she joined the guild. While he didn’t dislike her gaze, it did mess with him when she did so hiding behind a pillar or barrels. And he wasn’t the only one to notice it, getting joking jabs from some of the girls and them getting handsy when only the blue haired girl was watching them. Teasing both the Ice and Water mages to get up and actually talk to one another.
Sighing as he figured he wasn’t able to put it off any longer, Gray stood up and turned to walk towards the rainmaker, the shy woman scrunching behind a pillar when he advanced towards her.
“Hey, Juvia.” Gray started, talking to the stone pillar. “I don’t think I ever told you thanks for helping out with Erza and the Tower.”
“... It was nothing, I wronged you all during Phantom Lord’s attack on your guild. Helping save your… friend, was the least I could do to try and make amends.” She spoke with a hand on her heart and her back against the stone, still not coming to the other side to talk to him face to face.
“You might have been an enemy at one point, but you’ve joined our family, it’s not just my guild anymore, it’s ours.” Gray put his hand along the ribbed column. “And I’d like to talk to you, face to face, so would you mind coming over here?”
Biting her lip and feeling her face start to turn red, Juvia tapped her fingers together as she tried to understand the bizarre mix of emotions that swirled through her ever since she witnessed her savior screwing the Heartfilia woman and Knight at the same time. Not helped by more women getting close to Gray, she had no idea who was part of it and who wasn’t, it made her suspect anyone and everyone of age.
Calming her breath, she stepped away from the pillar and walked around to finally look at him without any cover. But she wasn’t able to keep her breathing steady as she found him outstretching his hand to her, his shirt discarded somewhere when he walked over, his muscles drawing her gaze as she moved one hand over her mouth to keep herself from drooling. Hesitantly, she was reaching out her hand to grasp his…
“GAH!!” Gray cried out with bulging eyes as he was pulled by the back of his belt and dragged into the guild, watching Juvia go wide eyed as she witnessed his abduction.
As he was pulled into the new halls, the abductor took twists and turns and Gray quickly lost track of where he was in the same-y walls of the remade guild hall. Digging his feet down to put a stop to this and figure out what was going on.
They let go of his belt when he started to fight, and that let Gray turn to see who just tore him away from Juvia.
“Bisca?” He had put his hands together to use his magic, but when he saw the green haired cowgirl was the one who stole him away, he dropped them to his sides. “What are you doing?”
“Dragging you away?” She answered with a scrunched brow, finding the answer to be pretty obvious. “And no ‘good to see you’s after I’ve been gone for nearly three weeks?”
“No, I mean- I’m glad to see you safe and sound, but why did you drag me away when I was in the middle of a conversation?”
“You were chatting with someone? All I saw was you talking to the architecture.” She grabbed his hand and once more started to drag him forwards. “Now come on, I want to spend some quality time with my boyfriend after so long.”
Gray wanted to say something about Juvia, but was cut short with a kiss, and in a few more seconds of hurried rushing brought him to a door like all the others they passed on the way here.
“Here in the storage closet again?” Gray asked. “I thought you preferred doing it at my place.”
“It’s not a storage closet.” Bisca started as she grabbed a key and opened the door. “I might have helped Mira draw up a special room in the blueprints of the new guild hall.”
Pulling the black haired man inside before quickly locking the door, the magical gun enthusiast showed off a new room that all of them would find themselves using very often for the foreseeable future.
The white stone walls were lined with shelves and hooks holding sex toys of varying size and material, even hooks on the ceiling that really made Gray wonder what was in the chests besides the door. He wasn’t able to think about that for long, however, as Bisca threw her hat in his face. Throwing it to the side, he found her sitting on the bed and pulling down her tube dress, flashing him her perky twins. That wasn’t all as her other hand lightly pulled up the bottom half of her dress and gave him the smallest peaks of her mint green underwear.
Gray didn’t even realize he had stripped out of his pants and shoes until he walked over the cool wooden floors, diving onto the bed with Bisca as his hands wrapped around her body and their lips locked. It had been far too long since they had last been able to be intimate with one another, and just this kissing and holding made them feel great.
His hands were gliding over her black tube dress, feeling her taut back before he slid one hand down to grab a thick handful of her ass. Snaking his way beneath her outfit and soft panties to get a completely direct hold on one of her cheeks. While the other moved upwards and molested the large tits she so generously flashed him with, gently toying with her nipples and making her moan into their kiss.
The stripper wasn’t alone in their hands marking territory as Bisca was tracing one hand over his muscles while the other was palming the bulge fighting to break out of his boxer briefs, making Gray’s voice rise alongside her own.
When Bisca pulled down the black underwear the Ice User had on, she felt the burning hot cock twitch in her hand as she was lightly stroking it. Following her example, Gray moved his lower hand to her front, going from fondling her ass to fingering her cunt. Before he even pushed his fingers inside, there was already a wetness that was seeping through the green underwear the fellow mage had on.
Things were getting steamier as both lovers started to grind their hips into the other’s hand while delving their tongues deeply into the other's mouth. They were getting closer and closer to their climaxes. Which is why Gray groaned in Dismay when Bisca pulled away from the embrace they shared.
Her cheeks were red and her breath was heavy as she panted with a wide smile on her face. “Now then, we can’t just let our first time in a long while be with just our hands, I have something far more entertaining in mind.”
Grabbing the top side of her dress, Bisca pushed her dress down, hooking her panties along the way as she finally stripped herself entirely. Smirking at the look Gray had on his face while he was getting drunk off of the sight of her beauty, the gun mage pushed him to be on his back before she sat her fat and gorgeous ass on his head. She didn’t need to do anything else as Gray grabbed her cheeks to pull her closer and started to eat her out.
Biting her lip as she tried to keep focus, Bisca was loving how he knew each and every one of her weak spots, but that was a two way street. Laying down over his body, the green haired cowgirl was face to face with the dick that had made her climax more times than she could remember. The scent and feel, everything about it was etched into her mind, and she was going to make use of that.
Wrapping her lips around his shaft, she was expertly blowing him, swallowing his length and girth like a professional porn star, her lips becoming a vacuum as she targeted his weak spots with her tongue. Getting drunk off of the taste that was making her brain go empty, her lips streaking up and down his cock and leaving a trail of drool behind. Her soft hands gripping what she couldn’t fit in her mouth and making him groan in pleasure as she stroked his man meat, her fingers going from gently grazing along it with featherlike touches to a firm and solid grip. The two different styles being used to compliment the other and drive her boyfriend climbing up the wall in pleasure.
Feeling herself growing closer to her climax, Bisca was nearly crushing Gray’s head between her thighs as his tongue was edging her closer to her climax. And with how much his dick was pulsing and twitching, she knew that he was almost there too.
Pushing up her chest, the green haired woman grabbed her milk jugs and engulfed as much of his man meat as she could. Using those incredibly soft cushions to stroke his dick and bring him over the edge, trapping his cock within her bosom and letting him experience these wonderful tits that he’s been away from for nearly a month. Starting off by moving them together in a slow and powerful way before going faster and changing up her style to be asynchronous, sliding one of her funbags up while the other went down. She knew just how much he enjoyed the way she used her tits, absolutely covering them in the coating of saliva that she had lovingly lathered on his shaft.
Curling her toes and moaning into his shaft as her orgasm washed over her, Bisca felt a sense of serenity that she had been missing for quite some time. However she couldn’t focus on that, as she quickly had to gulp down spurt after spurt of his hot sticky seed that shot its way down her throat. He had cum just moments after her and was happy to reward her for the hard work she put in.
When their climaxes had started to die down, Bisca rolled off to the side and let the two of them breathe. Both their faces and crotches were drenched with spit, arousa, and cum, but they were both smiling happily as they caught their breath.
Propping himself up with his elbows, Gray was basking in the beautiful sight of his girlfriend’s body; her heaving breasts, her wide hips, and a look of joy. Looking at such a gorgeous woman, he felt himself get hard again as he made his next move.
Crawling over her, Gray kissed his way up her body. Starting at her drenched cunt and slowly going to her flat stomach, trailing his sweet kisses up from there to her fantastic tits, making sure to focus a bit more fun on those as he sucked on her nipples. Only finally releasing them with a *pop* after giving each one its own special attention, before finally kissing her neck, sucking and nibbling it to leave a hickey that she’d always hide beneath her yellow and black bandana.
All the while, Bisca was letting her voice ring out, digging her hands into his hair to show him she was more than enjoying the attention he was giving her body. When he reached her neck, she pulled him closer and whispered into his ear. “Give it to me, I can feel how much you need it too. Fuck me.” She lightly nibbled on his ear before pulling back, feeling the burning erection pressing against her inner thigh twitch from her words.
Her moans grew louder and stronger as she felt his cock start to split her apart. Her legs were pulling Gray in closer and deeper, making him fill her up to the brim and quickly bottom out within her. Their hips were noisily clapping against the others with powerful force. If this bed hadn’t been custom made, it’d be scraping against the floor and slamming against the wall, putting the noise canceling magic on the walls of the room in danger of breaking.
Grabbing at the woman’s legs, Gray pushed them so her knees were pressing against the sides of her breasts, giving him more room to fuck this green haired seductress even harder, and making her already huge tits look even bigger. Bisca saw white every time his thick cockhead slammed against her womb, her cries turning into screams as she was in love with this ungodly pleasure. Not only did his hips blur against her own, but he seemed to be more than happy to keep molesting her breasts. His tongue was skillfully toying with her nipples, they were already hard from his prior assaults, but now he was using his magic to make his tongue like ice. His freezing tongue against her burning nipples made Bisca throw her head back in jubilation.
“YES!!!” She screamed. “FUCK ME!!! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH MY TITS, JUST FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!!!!!”
Seeing the usually composed woman breaking down like this made Gray’s dick twitch like crazy inside her. He wanted to paint her insides white and let her know just how much he missed her and loved her too.
Mirajane might have been rubbing herself off on Gray a bit too much however, as he wanted to make her work for it.
Pulling away, Bisca’s sounds of pleasure turned into discomfort and annoyance as the chilling tongue was no longer sucking on her breasts and his shaft was pulled out, only his pre-cum oozing head pressing against her labia.
“Get on all fours.” His command was simple as he let go of the cowgirl’s legs. His tone sent a shiver down her spine.
Following his order without complaint, Bisca let out a groan from between her clenched teeth as she pulled herself off the last of his dick and presented her ass to him, using one of her hands to slap her ass and spread her cheeks apart to show off her wonderfully lewd body.
Her breath hitched as she felt his cock slide against her slit and tease her clit. The cowgirl was biting her lip in anticipation while lightly rocking her hips back and forth to both stimulate herself and tease her boyfriend into action.
It seemed to work as Gray pulled his hips back to fuck her raw, but her legs quivered when she felt his bulbous cockhead press against her asshole. They had done it a few times there already, but that didn’t make it any less difficult to fit that log up her ass.
Letting out a silent scream, Bisca felt all the air get knocked from her lungs as her ass was being slowly torn apart. Her grip on the sheets turning white knuckled, her mouth now agape, and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It was bliss.
A loud smack shot through the room as Gray brought down his hand on Bisca’s fat ass cheeks, watching how they quaked and twitched and coaxing moans from his lover’s luscious lips. The dark haired man was slapping her thick cheeks all shades of red, before pressing a cool hand against it and lightly massaging her burning butt. He knew just how rough she liked it, and a great way to help edge her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Fu~uck~!” Her voice was drawn out and wavering as she felt Gray move inside her, her head rolling back as she moaned out to the heavens. “Fuck me~! Fuck my ass!” She was absolutely begging for him.
Not one to let his girls down, Gray doubled his efforts to destroy this wonderful slut’s asshole, his hips blurring against hers as he pressed his chest against her back and grabbed onto her beautiful, clattering tits that had been quaking about from their rough and powerful sex. His chilling hands first grabbed handfuls of those incredible twins, the big pair being far too much for him to hold as they were easily spilling between his fingers and out of his grasp. But as he felt his climax growing closer, he wanted to make sure his partner wasn’t going to be left wanting.
Finding her cute and pink nipples, the stronger mage began to show more diligent work alongside his animal like thrusts delving into her thick and captivating rear. Tweaking her nipples, which made her cries of euphoria grow even louder, and switching between cooling and warming them up with his experienced hands.
Knowing he couldn’t hold back anymore, Gray couldn’t keep his own voice steady as pressed his head against her back. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“Inside!” Bisca begged, grinding her ass against his crotch, wanting her insides to be flooded with his burning spunk.
Pulling her in a tight embrace as his hands still molested her milky white twins, their voices freely echoed in their secret hideaway as both of them came. Despite her grip tightening on the sheets, threatening to tear them apart, Bisca’s arms failed as her elbows buckled and she had the side of her face shoved against the bed, leaving her cum filled ass up in the air and pushing Gray’s cock as deep as it could go, while trails of her own girl cum slid down her thighs.
As they feverishly continued to mash their hips together to draw out their shared euphoria, it couldn’t go on forever as the pleasure ran its course, leaving the two caked in sweat and feeling far more content and happy than they were before they let themselves submit to their incredible carnal desires.
Pulling out and laying down beside his girlfriend, the two found their hands intertwining as they took a short break. Bisca propping herself up on her elbows to lean in and give Gray a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips before getting off the bed, keeping their hands together until she got too far away and they fell to their sides.
Watching what she was doing, Gray got a great look at her ass as she bent over to reach into a cabinet and grab something. “You know, I was half expecting you to have forgotten about me.” She joked with a chuckle as she opened a bottle. “It felt damn good to finally come back to you.”
“I never meant for us to have such a dry spell.” He looked away awkwardly as he scratched his cheek. “Things just got busy for the both of us. The guild’s gotten way more hectic in these last few months, and that’s saying something.”
“Oh I’m sure Mira and Cana would love to tell me all about your side of the ‘dry spell’. Where’s Lucy live anyhow? I want to give her a… proper welcome.” She hid her grin behind the bottle as she teased Gray and saw his dick twitch at the thought of what the older woman would do to the Celestial Spirit Wizard.
Bisca decided to poke the bear a little more, using the water still left in her bottle to drizzle over her bare tits and let them shine and drip as she massaged the water over her breasts with her free hand. Letting out a moan after moan of relief before then stretching, lifting her arms above her head and pushing her chest forwards, making the large pair seem even bigger and more enticing with the reflective sheen over them. Then pushing her arms in front of her to squish her chest, looking Gray in the eye with a hungry look as she cocked her brow. “Like what ya see?”
The answer was completely obvious as she saw that he was raring to go once again, but she still liked the gobsmacked look on her boyfriend’s face as he bore witness to her entrancing body.
As she came back over, making sure to strut like Mirajane on a runway, she reached out her hand for him to grab and hold, just like it was before she stood up. But Gray chose a different option as he sat up.
Grabbing her hand, the muscular mage pulled her onto the bed, spinning her around to make her back press against his chest again as she sat on his lap.
Feeling his heat press against her ass and back, Bisca bit her lower lip before she turned her head to face him, finding her mouth being invaded as the ice user kissed her. One of his strong hands gripping her chin to help her face him while his other assaulted her massive soaking tits, using his magic to cool down the water and help heighten the cowgirl’s sensitivity to his hot hands Massaging and squeezing her breast before pulling her nipples like he was trying to milk her, but the woman’s growing moans and fluttering eyelids told him that she was loving it.
Not one to just lay there, Bisca grinded her bubble butt against his shaft as it was swallowed between her cheeks and given an impromptu ass job. While she was unable to properly thrust with Gray holding her so tightly against him, she was still doing her best to drive him wild with her S-Class body.
Wanting to properly get back to their fun, Bisca put her hands over Gray’s and gently pulled them off her body. The man holding her close did as she wanted and released her from his grip, both of them taking panting breaths as they broke their kiss and stopped their heavy petting.
Turning her back, Bisca put her hand on Gray’s shoulder and pushed him down, giving her some space to do what she was aching for. Sliding her ass up the cock swallowed between her cheeks, before pressing it up against the backdoor the two just had fun with and lowering herself on his shaft.
Gray saw her ass quake and flex as she squatted up and down his shaft, slowly taking it deeper and making the two of them moan in pleasure. Gripping her wide and beautiful hips, the lucky man thrusted alongside her and helped put more force into their motions. Having been filled up just minutes prior, it was far easier for Bisca to stuff herself completely with his man meat, but it didn’t mean that the feeling of it spreading open her ass had dulled.
Instead of the shallower and quick thrusts of last time, Bisca was pulling herself up so only his tip remained before slamming her hips back down and impaling herself on her favorite sex toy. Helped by Gray’s grip on her body and pushing up to meet her thrusts, the wet and sordid sounds of their lovemaking being a melodious harmony to go alongside their moans. This slower and more powerful position did feel fantastic, but the green haired woman wasn’t satisfied as she was facing away from her lover and just looking at the empty sex dungeon before her.
Groans of displeasure came from the duo as Bisca actually pulled herself off completely, leaving his dick twitching in the air as he let go of her hips and gripped the bedsheets. But the second she got off, the cowgirl spun around and faced Gray for the first time since their earlier missionary position. Quickly sinking her cunt on his dick and continuing her twerking and screwing with the same passion she had just seconds ago.
“Gray~” She moaned out. “I want you to cum. Fill up my cunt and show me just how much we love each other!~” She placed her hands on his face and spoke her heartfelt words before pulling him into a deep kiss. As their tongues were working together to make this kiss a passionate one, Gray’s hands moved from the bed to the massive pillows pressing against his chest, feeling Bisca’s huge breasts shaking against his body and unable to help himself from grabbing hold and having fun.
It wasn’t like Bisca minded though, given how she moaned into their kiss while his cool hands kneaded her tits and had a blast in giving her boobs all the love they deserved. Feeling her climax growing nearer, she decided to throw him a bone and give herself a bit of a bonus as well. Breaking the kiss as she pushed Gray’s face into her bosom, the Ice Mage loved his new location as his tongue and lips worshiped every part of them that they could find.
And as she came with a cry of ecstasy, the dark haired man couldn’t hold himself back any longer as he blew his load in her wanting cunt. Bisca’s legs quivering and nearly failing beneath her as she tried to milk him for all she could.
Falling to the side, Bisca was still having her breasts sucked on and molested, while Gray moved her onto her back and continued to fuck her. It seemed like he really wanted to make up for all their time apart.
As the two were having quite some fun revitalizing their intimate moments, neither one noticed a pool of water leaking beneath the bottom door.
Then the puddle left the room before reforming against the outside of the door. Leaving Juvia Lockser as a blushing and panting mess as she discovered just how deeply this all went. First Lucy and Erza, then Bisca came in, and now she just overheard that Cana and Mirajane were also involved.
Juvia thought that she should feel heartbreak, sadness, betrayal, anger, hatred. Anything to cast Gray or his women in a bad light.
But she could feel her hard nipples pressing against her bra in her outfit that now felt like it was suffocating her, and a wet patch forming on her panties that most certainly didn’t help with that fact…
Maybe watching for a little longer wouldn’t be a bad thing? She was chewing on her thumb as she tried to make any excuse to walk away, but found herself unable to leave as the puddle beneath the door returned.
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Hearing a knock on the door, Gray got up from his breakfast and went to see who was knocking on his door at seven AM. He was still a bit drowsy and had to squint when he opened the door to such a bright day outside.
“Good Morning, Gray.” The bubbly voice of Mirajane Strauss who looked dazzling as she always did. “You know, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you wearing clothes in your own house.” She said as she tapped her chin in thought.
“Hey Mira, mornin’.” The dark haired man rubbed his eyes. “What brought you over? Are you doing alright?”
“Oh yeah, it wasn’t anything bad, just that me and the girls wanted you to get a sneak peak at what the contest is going to look like.” Her smile held something darker behind it, but Gray was still a bit too wonky at the moment to realize what that could be.
“You and everyone else?” He looked left and right to see none of the others having shown up.
“They’re all getting some beauty sleep, but I don’t need it and volunteered to give you it.” Mira gave her backhanded remark with glee as it went over Gray’s head at the moment.
Finally opening his eyes fully to the sunny day before him, the ice maker mage raised an eyebrow. “Give me what?” There wasn’t anything behind Mira or in her hands.
“Um...” Patting her sides of the pocketless dress, her hands then clapped her own ass before moving to her tits as she groped them. “Right here!”
Now wide eyed, Gray tried to say something about her actions and looked up and down the road to make sure nobody saw the sweetest woman in Fairy Tail do that out in public. But Mira only giggled at his reaction before she put a hand between her breasts and pulled out two envelopes. “It’s some pictures. Just what did you think I meant, Gray?” Her playful tone was full of mirth.
“I- It was- I just-” Letting out a groan he started over. “You know exactly what you did. I know better than anyone that ‘The Demon’ is still around, even if you’ve put on a cute dress.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” She kissed him on the cheek before putting the envelopes in his hands. “The girls borrowed my home studio to get these pictures, so you better appreciate them.”
“Why didn’t you all just show them to me in person if the festival is going to be tomorrow?” Gray asked as he went to open one.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Mira chimed as she pinched it shut. “We couldn’t have you jumping us, the pageant is tomorrow and we’d all rather be able to walk down the runway. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll enjoy them all the same.” Mira gave him a wink before she left, no doubt going to the guild hall to open it for the day.
Watching her walk away until she turned a corner, Gray looked back down to the envelopes in hand and saw that they were marked “1/2” and “2/2”. Closing the door, the ice mage sat himself back down at his table and went back to eating his eggs with one hand and opening the first surprise with his other.
Pulling them out, Gray found himself staring at a picture of Mirajane wearing a skimpy nurse’s outfit. The small hat with a red cross was on her head, but she was looking back at the camera and her front was facing away, leaving her ass pushed forwards as the small white skirt she had on was having a hard time holding it back, and a pair of white stockings helping make her thighs look even more enticing.
Dropping his fork on the plate with a clatter, Gray didn’t hear the noise as his attention was solely put on the picture. Moving on to the next one, he saw Mira in a regal and puffy pink dress with a crown on her head as she was looking forlorn. Though it wasn’t easy to tell when his gaze went to her gloved hands that were crossed and incidentally pushing up her tits, and the short cut of the dress stopped just at the end of her butt, so the slightest movement would show off her ass.
The next one was Lucy, she had a black and white vertical striped shirt on along with a black and white cap. She looked like she was barking orders, but Gray’s eyes drifted down to her massive amount of exposed cleavage that nearly swallowed the whistle that hanged around her neck. The black pair of booty shorts also really grabbed the ice pervert’s attention.
This one was the blonde mage wearing a button up that was straining and threatening to pop as it held back her breasts. A red tie on her uniform undone by a few inches and showing off her neck and the tip of her cleavage. The plaid pattern of her skirt leading to black leggings that nearly made Gray drool.
After the newest girl was Bisca’s photos. She had a pair of glasses on and her hair done back in a ponytail with bangs framing her face. Sitting on a desk wearing a dress shirt, pencil skirt, and black stockings with heels. However, the smirk on her face only made the fact that she was undoing her top button even more arousing, was she even wearing a bra under that shirt? And the way she was crossing her legs, Gray swore that he could see hints of her panties from this position too.
The second one would have been a bit comical had Gray not been focusing to keep himself from wanting to find them all right now. Bisca had her bandana tied on her head to cover her brow and keep her hair down as she wore an unfastened white blouse with trousers and a sword in hand as she pointed it onwards. The loose top led to a valley of cleavage with the shirt nearly dripping off Bisca’s shoulders and showing off her tits in all their glory, while the pants seemed to barely fit on her body as they hugged each and every contour they wrapped around.
Erza showed up this time, wearing a ridiculous hat with long tubes sprouting from it and dangling behind her, but Gray’s attention was focused on the dress that she was wearing, if it even covered enough to be called one. It was a bizarre mishmash, there was a top section that covered her arms and connected to a piece that went over her breasts, but it only covered the top of her tits as the cloth seemed to go down her back and connect to another piece that covered the top of her abdomen. In other words, the scarlet knight was showing off massive underboob. And to cover her lower half, she had a long draping strip of cloth that reached past her knees and carried the emblem of Fairy Tail. Finishing off the outfit with boots that reached up to her mid thigh and a gnarled wooden staff.
From a sorceress to a prisoner as the next image had Erza in a black and white horizontally lined jumpsuit with chains tying her hands together. With her hands tucked beneath her breasts, she used that position to push her breasts forward and strain against her top as the stitching looked like it was ready to snap.
Cana dressed up in a blue jumpsuit that had its sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a red open back cap where her hair flowed out in a ponytail. There were black makeup smears on her cheeks and hands to make her look like she just got out of the motor shop and needed a bath. The idea only further helped by her suit being zipped down to her midriff and sweat dripping between her breasts. The pair was barely being held within that jumper, especially given that she wasn’t wearing any bra, leaving her nipples just an inch away from being shown. And from the way she was pushing down her zipper, with that smug look on her face, it was obvious that she knew just how much power this picture would have on the ice mage.
The alcoholic was then wearing a very eastern garb as she had a red veil draped across her face and many see through bits of clothing. There were golden bands on her upper arm and wrists that held together mesh sleeves, and her booty shorts did extend down with a see through section that stopped at her anklets. While she did have her tits and crotch covered by actually thick fabric, Gray couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like if it did expose her glorious body in all its sordid details.
Turning enthusiastically to the next page, he found himself back on the first Mirajane picture. Quickly shuffling through all of them, he realized that he had gone through them all. But that still was only the first package. Putting them to the side, he rushed to tear open the other container and see the pictures within, though as he pulled them out, he noticed that there were less of these ones. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t all pack a punch.
Cana’s tan skin was contrasted by the white dress she wore, held up by a single string that went around her neck and was attached to a ring that was in the middle of her cleavage. The dress had a big split down the center that went down to just before the brunet’s navel. Going past her wide thighs, the outfit then soon stopped as it only covered six inches of her mile long legs, letting her thick thighs enrapture anyone who gazed upon them.
Erza’s red dress was held on spaghetti straps on her shoulders while her gorgeous hair cascaded down her shoulders. The smooth fabric hugged each and every curve she had while her tits were almost breaking free. It seemed to just barely be able to cover the lower part of her breasts, which meant that she had plenty of cleavage to show to her adoring fans.
Bisca was more reserved as she wore another black tube dress, this time giving herself a few more accessories with hoop earring and a choker with dozens of little chains held in half circles over the top of her chest. However, the biggest difference between this dress and the ones she always wore was the fact that the dress became transparent on both of her thighs, leaving just a shrinking patch of fabric to cover her core from any prying eyes.
Lucy’s pink dress seemed to be a size too small, but that only made it more jaw dropping. Her dress hooked over her neck and draped the sides of her breasts, giving plenty of her cleavage out to the open air while pulling in tight, making her nipples a completely obvious sight. Trailing down her body, Gray could see how it clung tightly against her skin all the way down to her thighs, making her already huge ass look even bigger.
Ending where it all began, Gray found himself looking at Mirajane once again, and just like before, she did not disappoint. Her blue dress went behind her neck and covered her breasts, but instead of being tight and almost breaking to hold them back, this fabric was left loose and open as the cut down the middle of her dress went to just above her pelvis. Her breasts were almost completely exposed, and the only parts that were still hidden could have been shown off if the subtlest breeze were to pass by.
The Ice Make Wizard lost time as he gazed on these pictures with the reverence he’d give all his girls. Only finally waking up from his trance like state when his stomach growled and made him remember how he’d not eaten.
Looking at a clock on the wall, he saw that he’d been looking at them for hours. Putting them away, Gray knew exactly what he’d do with those pictures, but that’d be saved for a night where he didn’t have any company. Right now, he had to go eat and head to the guild, after all, the Harvest Festival and Miss Fairy Tail Pageant was tomorrow, and he was really looking forward to seeing them in person tomorrow.
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Title: (C) Cold, Yet Warm
Chapter title: Devious-Devil
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Commissioned by Anon:
Who would have ever guessed that the cold and standoffish Gray Fullbuster would would end up with busty babes swooning over him.
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Walking into the hustle and bustle of the guild, the shirtless mage smiled at seeing the lively place. Even if the building was still being repaired and didn’t have a roof, no-one seemed to mind.
“Hey, Stripper, what happened, you lose your shirt on the way here?!” Instantly his smile turned into a scowl as Gray saw Natsu at a table.
“What’s it to ya you slanty-eyed idiot!” He slammed his head against the Dragon Slayers as their magics swirled around their bodies.
“Just wondering how many kids you traumatized today!” Natsu came back with flicks of fire leaving his mouth. Tensions were rising and everyone was getting ready for an all out brawl...
“Both of you, stop this at once.” A voice came from the side as they both were punched into the floor, putting an end to their hostility. “We don’t need you two delaying the repairs to the guild like you did yesterday.”
“Hi Erza.” They both weakly called out, their faces cratered into the earth.
“Hello Natsu, hello Gray, glad to see that you’re all healed up now.” She simply responded. “Oh right, Gray, Mirajane had something she wanted to ask you about.” She sat down at the table as the two rivals pushed themselves out.
“Thanks, I’ll see what she wants right now.” Gray coughed out as he dusted off his chest and pants. Natsu going back to his meal and striking up a conversation with Erza.
Walking to the makeshift bar, he found Lucy and Cana chatting, the blonde stopping short and blushing as she saw Gray walking over.
“You know, if you keep acting like that, you’re just going to broadcast with everyone that you fucked Gray.” Cana took a swig of her drink.
“Cana!” Lucy whisper shouted as her face grew even redder “Don’t say stuff like that here!”
“Don’t worry about it, Lucy.” The white haired barmaid popped up with a bottle from underneath the counter. “Everyone’s way too preoccupied in their own boisterous conversations to even hear us over here.”
Turning her back to Cana, Lucy looked at the supermodel. Even though she asked her if they had sent her to Cana’s house knowing what was going to happen and getting told that she had no idea, the Spirit Wizard still wasn’t sure, after all, Mirajane was known for her tricks.
But as she was thinking of a response, Lucy realized her terrible mistake in putting her back to the horny drunkard. Hands circled around her waist and cupped her massive breasts, groping her through her white shirt with a blue cross and instantly finding and toying with the ex-heiress’s nipples. “Besides, you know that you love it. Just think about all the stares and how everyone be talking behind your back, how you and me are just sluts with nothing on our mind but having his big, meaty cock to split us open.” She whispered and nibbled on the blonde’s earlobe.
Now being a whimpering mess with a wet spot quickly growing in her panties, Lucy bit her lip as she looked at Gray with a begging stare…
Only to get her hopes dashed. “Hey now, I need Gray’s help with something first, after that you can get him. You two go in the storage room until I’m done, I sound-proofed it in preparation for stuff like this.” She shooed the girls away, Cana sticking her tongue out at her before shooting a wink at Gray and dragging Lucy along behind her. ”Plus you two have been keeping Gray to yourself ever since Lucy joined in last week.” She mumbled with a pout.
Watching their asses sway as they left and trying to keep himself from growing erect, he was shook out of his trance by Mira snapping in front of his face.
“I need you to come with me for a photo shoot tomorrow.” She crossed her arms on the countertop and leaned down a little. “I got called in for a town a few hours away and it’d make me feel so much better if you came with me~.” She spoke with a sing-song voice before ending with a pout.
“But haven’t you gone to things like this alone dozens of times? Plus I need to go on a job to help pay off damages that the flame brain caused.” He spoke, completely ignorant to the fact that he caused just as much damage as his not-friend.
“Oh, but I would feel so much better if you could accompany me. Such a strong, brave man, I’m sure he could keep me safe from any harm.” She pressed her chest against the counter as she bent over, her boobs nearly breaking free out of the tight confines of her chest as her voice became huskier. “And a hero like that could do anything he wanted and the damsel couldn’t possibly refuse.”
His throat was as dry as a desert and he felt a wave of heat go over his body. Opening and closing his mouth, he couldn’t say anything as he nodded dumbly.
“Great!” Mira beamed as she stood back up. “Meet me at the train station at 10AM tomorrow.” Grabbing orders from behind the counter, Mirajane left Gray as a mess as she did her job. Luckily for him that he had a lovely duo ready and waiting for him.
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Awkwardly standing to the side of the room, Gray felt annoyed and frustrated at the scene before him. The spotlights and cameras were focused on Mirajane, the model wearing a tight white tube top, and a pair of skin tight black booty shorts, along with wrist and ankle bands, in some vain attempt to make her state of dress tied to “exercise” when everyone there knew that it was just to get people to pick up magazines.
But that wasn’t what ticked off the Ice-Make Mage, no, he had gotten used to that ages ago thanks to the fact that even if the former “Demon” of Fairy Tail gave eye candy to the masses, only he would be the one to see everything bear and hold her close.
No, what ticked him off is how for this photo shoot, Mira had a male partner, some huge muscular man wearing a skin tight shirt to show off his abs and baggy pants, no doubt to attract female readers too. And her and this other model were getting way too close to each other for his taste. For the pose on the pull up rack, he had his hands hovering over Mirajane’s rear, the bench press had Mira spotting him and her bent over his head with her breasts barely contained behind her flimsy state of dress, and in one of the stretches his body was pressing directly against hers with his crotch against her butt.
As the lead photographer called for their lunch break, Gray huffed as Mira motioned him over to her, grumbling as he followed her to a side room of the set they were in.
“Don’t forget your clothes.” She called back to him with a smirk on her face.
Looking down, he saw that he had stripped down to his underwear without realizing. Groaning, he grabbed the pile of clothes before actually going after her this time.
Closing the door behind him, he saw Mirajane adjusting her make-up, pushing her back in an arc to make her breasts look fuller against the mirror, while shoving her ass towards Gray. “So mind telling me why you are looking so dour?” She asked him as her mascara was touched up.
“I dunno what you mean.” He grumbled. “If anything, I should be asking what was the point in you asking me to come with you. Doesn’t seem like you’re in any ‘harm’ here, more that you’re having a little too much fun with your guy friend.” He shot back as he put on his blank blue tee-shirt.
She gasped. “Don’t tell me… is Gray Fullbuster jealous?” She put her tools on the counter as she turned back and sauntered over to him.
“N-No way!” He vehemently denied. But as Mirajane closed in, he started to step back as she kept getting closer and closer until his back was against the wall and her face was inches from his, their breath mingling in the air. It was such a tense scene and Gray leaned forwards to kiss her…
Before she took a step back. “Alright then.” She backed down. “But I do need your help with something right now.”
“What would that be?” His face was red as his penis got partially erect from their near kiss.
“I need a little ‘protein shake’ from you.” She flashed her signature smile.
“But I didn’t bring any-Woah!” His confusion was instantly thrown out as Mira kneeled before him and pulled down his underwear.
“Looks like someone is happy to see me.” She giggled as one of her hands started to stroke him to full mast.
“Mira~” He groaned out. “Are you sure about this, the other guys are just outside.”
“Don’t worry about them, besides, all you need to do is stay quiet, now that shouldn’t be too hard.” Licking her glossed up lips as he was almost ready.
“Easier said than do-OH~!” Gray bit his knuckle to help keep himself from screaming out any more as Mira shoved herself on his dick and instantly took him to the base without any issue, showing off just how skilled and experienced the woman was with her boyfriend’s cock.
With her head bobbing up and down his shaft, Gray felt his annoyance from earlier melt away as her tongue trailed along his shaft and teased him. Even just a few seconds in, he could tell what Mirajane was doing after being with her for so many years. But he just let it happen, he figured that she would stop going around his weak points and start sucking him off in earnest.
However, as nearly ten minutes passed, he was proven wrong as the Ex-S-Class mage seemed to only be interested in guzzling down his pre-cum and toying with him, as even when he was nearly at his climax from motions, she pulled back and kissed her way along his dick. She was messing with him, and he knew exactly how to deal with that.
Putting both hands on her head, he dug his fingers through her white locks and took matters into his own hands. Thrusting his hips against her face while shoving her throat down his cock. Fucking the number one model in Fiore’s face with extreme fervor as his ballsack was slapping against her chin and her drool was dripping down her chin and onto her cleavage.
And as her hands braced themselves on his muscular thighs, he could tell just how much Mira was enjoying it too, even if her face was repeatedly getting shoved into his crotch.
Now, with no breaks in action to prematurely stop his orgasm, Gray could feel himself getting ready to blow. “Fuck.” He grunted out. “You’re the one who asked for it, now here you go.” He still kept his voice low as he bottomed out in Mira’s throat and groaned in pleasure, his balls clenching against the white haired beauty’s chin.
The massive outline in Mirajane’s throat pulsed as cum shot down her gullet. Holding her face against his crotch until his climax finally began to peter out. Pulling his drool soaked dick out of her mouth and letting the last spurts of his orgasm splatter on her mouth.
Panting from his light-headedness, Gray removed his hands from the Take-Over Mage’s hair and leaned against the wall to steady himself.
“Gray.” Mirajane groaned out in annoyance, making the dark haired mage look at her. “I just wanted a drink, not to get covered in it. Now I need to go and clean up all of this. When I asked for your help, I didn’t think you’d be such a pain in my butt.”
The man was blinking, gobsmacked, feeling an intense whiplash from what just happened. A look of shock and confusion on his face, having no clue what just happened.
But as Mirajane tried to wipe off the residue left on her face, she just let out a groan. Grabbing a glass of water besides her and dumping it over her face and chest. In her attempt to wash off the drool and spunk, the water soaked through her extremely tight white top and exposed her pretty pink nipples through the wet fabric.
Growing a crooked grin on his face, Gray thought of some payback. “Well then, if you say I’m a pain in your ass...” He walked over to the woman drying her face and reapplying her make-up. “Let’s see how you like a log up your ass.” Without letting her react, he pulled down the black booty shorts and pressed his cockhead against her asshole.
“Just what do you think you’re do-ING!” Mira had her own look of shock on her face at Gray’s brazenness, but couldn’t do anything as he grabbed her hips and pushed it in, splitting her tight ass wide open without any trouble.
With her hips against the counter and his dick now partially lodged in her anus, Gray kept his offensive going and moved his hands from her waist to her breasts, his freezing hands taking advantage of her wet shirt and sending a chill throughout her entire body as her nipples instantly turned as hard as diamond.
Pulling back with his hips, he pulled forwards on Mirajane’s nipples as she grit her teeth and desperately tried to hold back her cries of pleasure from being heard by the many people outside of her room. Drool leaking out of the corner of her mouth as she was barely able to keep herself from screaming her lungs out.
Then he shoved his huge dick back inside and pulled her back against his chest as he held handfuls of her breasts that easily spilled between his fingers. Gray seemed to be moving Mira’s top and bottom half in a mirrored order as he continued to roughly and powerfully shove his shaft deeper and deeper into Mira’s fantastic ass. Not leaving her magnificent melons without praise too as her frost covered shirt was doing nothing now as her breasts spilled out of the tube top, one of them slipping from above and the other from below.
Feeling Gray’s cock bottoming out inside of her butt, Mira could swear that he was knocking against her stomach from how far he reached. And as he looked in the mirror to see Mirajane’s disheveled form with ruined make-up, drool running down her chin, and her breasts bouncing around in his hands. He couldn’t stop himself as her asshole milked him of another load. His burning hot spunk finding home in her ass as Mira stood on the brink of her own orgasm, her toes curled, hands clenched, and eyes rolled back as she nearly got there.
*Knock, Knock* “Ms. Strauss, we’re ready for you back on set.” A light knock hit her door as the photographer spoke through the door.
So Gray’s surprise was used to help keep him off foot as Mirajane shoved him off her ass, pulled up her pants, and was walking to the door like nothing had happened. Even with her tits still proudly on display, and a clearly visible cameltoe thanks to the massive wet spot on her crotch that was so large that it left a trail of arousal going down her thigh.
In such a humiliating and shameful “outfit” with cum still sloshing around her insides. Gray couldn’t believe that Mira would ever do something like this, there was something going on.
Reaching for the doorknob, her fingers wrapped around the metal before she turned it and found a layer of ice covering the entire and keeping her from budging the door even one inch.
Turning to face Gray with a bitchy expression on her face, Mira found two hands on her shoulders and shoving her roughly onto her knees and Gray’s dick slapping against her face. Melting away her mean look as she got drunk on his musk and her eyes went hazy. Her mouth quivered as her brain short-circuited and she tried in vain to say anything, the woman finding herself only about to leave a puddle between her feet.
Moving his hips back, his member slid down Mirajane’s face and onto her breasts, and using one of his hands, he put his dick between her massive twins and thrust back forwards and entered her mouth.
With her mind finally rebooting, Mira moaned on the cock inside of her mouth as her hands groped her own breasts and got to work pleasing the commanding man before her. Though her moving her boobs up and down seemed to be a moot point as the Ice Make Mage would just thrust back and forth, in and out, of her incredible pillows and her warm and waiting mouth.
Grabbing the back of her head once again, Gray forced the barmaid to bend her neck down as he ruthlessly fucked her face for the second time today. Both of them blind to the outside world, one ignoring it and the other unable to even register the knocks on the door and the jiggling door handle.
Gray was annoyed and frustrated, but having the woman responsible for his negative emotions at his feet, loyally slurping down his tree trunk of a cock did help alleviate his mood. While it was a good starting point, he had something far better in mind to use next.
Fully removing his member from Mira’s mouth, the woman was still loopy as strings of saliva connected her to it and her tongue stretched out of her mouth to try and reach it.
But hands grabbed her and picked her up to her feet, she inhaled sharply as her mostly bare back was pressed against the ice covered door. Those powerful hands moved down her body to her sex stained booty shorts and tore them in half, revealing her bare sex as Gray pushed his shaft against her folds.
Mira threw her head back, cracking the ice wall, and moaned out in pleasure; her arms locking around the dark haired man’s neck and her legs following suit around his waist.
As the model put all her weight on Gray, his hands took heavy hold of her ass and held her up against the frozen wall. Watching her slutty expressions as she was being filled to the brim with cock that knocked against her womb non-stop, the slut’s mind going white as nothing else existed in this moment outside of their union.
Gray wasn’t immune to this pleasure either, feeling this incredibly tight cunt attempting to milk him for all he was worth as he pistoned in and out of her fantastic vice. But he only had to think about how this woman squirting on his bitchbreaker was terrible to him just moments ago to help him thrust with as much force as he could muster for as long as he could.
He would make sure that this woman knew where she belonged and would not soon forget.
Pounding into her with an intense vigor, the ice behind them was cracking and shaking. The voices and knocks from the other side had stopped long ago. Nearly twenty minutes passed until Mira finally cracked.
Screaming in pleasure, she came and tightened her legs around Gray’s waist, forcing him to stay bottomed out inside of her. Unable to stop himself, the ice maker magician came too, his spunk surging into her waiting cunt. The duo bucking into each other as to keep their highs going for as long as they could.
Feeling his seed trailing out of her cunt and dripping onto the floor, Mira had to rest her head against Gray’s shoulder to help her lightheadedness. Her arms shaking and chest quickly rising and falling as that orgasm shook her.
“So, can you tell me the real reason you asked me to come with you?” Gray asked as he pulled the white haired woman off of the wall and removed his now limp member from her pussy.
“... Fine.” Mira groaned out with a blush on her face and quaking legs. “I… I might have asked you to come because I wanted to get back at you.” She buried her face in his shoulder as she spoke.
“What?! What’d I do to deserve ‘The Demon’ coming after me!”
“You said that I was an idiot for telling Lucy that you, Natsu, and Erza were the strongest in the guild.” She was pouting hard against his shoulder as she still refused to look him in the eye.
“I thought that somebody else told her that, and I even said that you’re not stupid.” He tried to play damage control as he remembered when he made her cry during the conversation they had in the middle of Natsu and Erza’s fight.
“But you never said you were sorry.”
Gray’s jaw dropped. “That was it? That’s all you wanted me to do?” He pulled back her head and looked at her incredulously.
“Well, you were mean to me.” She got all teary eyed.
“Mira, that was over two weeks ago! You couldn’t have just brought it up and asked me to apologize earlier?!”
She just sheepishly looked to the side.
Sighing, Gray shook his head. “Mira, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. And look, next time, just tell me to my face and I’ll be sure to make it up for you.” He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “And after you finish your shoot, I can really make it up to you.”
“Oh right, the photoshoot… About that.” She began to laugh awkwardly.
“Mira.” He looked at her deadpan. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Well, you see, I might have, sorta, kinda, maybe, set all of this up and it’s not really actually a photo shoot but paid actors and a rented space to help me get back at you in an elaborate ruse to make you overwhelmed with jealousy and frustration.” Her words were going by so fast that it was a wonder how she didn’t pause to breath.
“Wait, you paid for everyone here? How much did that cost?!”
“So, you know how you said you’d make it up to me?” She gave the best puppy dog eyes she could. “I might need you to help me pay off a 250,000 Jewel payment.”
“Mira.” Gray groaned out as he threw his head back in frustration.
“Thank you so much!” Mira glomped her boyfriend and crushed him in a hug. “You’re always so much warmer than your cold personality lets on.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The man coughed out before he nearly jumped in his skin.
“Hey now, don’t be so uppity.” She cooed, her hand rubbing up and down his shaft; Making Gray painfully aware of her hardened nipples pressing against his chest. “You’re getting quite the present from me for your generosity.”
She nibbled on his ear before pulling back. “I have this room rented out for a few more hours, so let’s make sure to get our money’s worth.” |
Title: (C) Cold, Yet Warm
Chapter title: Fun-in-Sun
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Commissioned by Anon:
Who would have ever guessed that the cold and standoffish Gray Fullbuster would would end up with busty babes swooning over him.
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Throughout the moonlight town of Magnolia, a warm breeze swept the empty streets and blackened windows. Even the always rambunctious Fairy Tail guild hall had closed for the night sooner than usual as this strange serenity wafted over the little city. But within a house slammed inside of an alley between two other shifty locales, three people were indulging in a far different method of serenity.
“FUCK!~” The tanned beauty screamed as a cock rubbed against her soaked cunt and her ass was being roughly attacked by cool hands, and beneath her, two pale hands molested her breasts as the white haired beauty was kissing and nibbling at her neck.
Proof from their carnal acts littered the room with underwear and clothes thrown haphazardly everywhere, cum splattered on their bodies, handprints and bite marks from how their play escalated to something even more obsessive.
As the trio started to reach their limits, Mirajane pulled Cana close and let her tongue explore the rum tasting mouth of the drunk. Both grinding their pussies together against the huge cock was sandwiched between two of the sexiest women in Fairy Tail, as their breasts pressed against one another and their nipples rubbed together from their motions.
The sight of the women’s depravity spurned the ice mage on to give one last burst of strength as his erratic thrusts quickly came to an end as he shot his load between them, painting the bottom of their breasts and taut stomachs white. Not going out alone as the female mages came from using his dick as their toy.
Panting and sweating from how long they had been going, Gray fell to his back with his arms splayed out to rest as Mira and Cana followed suit, though not before lapping up the cum from the other’s body.
Mira laid down on his right, and Cana on his left, their contrasting light and dark hair falling over his chest as they cuddled for a bit. Their bountiful bosoms pressed against their boyfriend’s pecs as they enjoyed each other's company.
“So, you’re leaving tomorrow for your vacation, right?” Cana asked as she idly slid her finger on her shared boyfriend’s pecs.
“Yeah.” Gray swallowed his spit as his mouth was starting to dry out from how hard these two girls were riding him tonight. “We’re just going to be gone for a week, it’s basically no time at all. I just hope that Flame Brain can stop being an idiot for long enough that I can enjoy myself without having to deal with him.” He sighed at his imagining of a chibi Natsu spewing fire everywhere.
“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, I’m sure that you’ll be having plenty of fun the entire time there.” Mira giggled as her soft hands drifted down his body.
Knowing better from years of experience about that tone The Demon gave him Gray raised an eyebrow. “And just what are you talking about now?”
“Ya know, for someone so smart, you’re real dumb at times.” Cana stuck her tongue out at her lover, earning a spank that she grinned at.
“Come on now, it’s going to be you alongside two other girls at a luxury resort. You have a spa, casino, theme park, beach-” Mira strummed her fingers as she listed off different places.
“And in every place you can get one of them riding this stallion for as long as they can.” Cana looked Gray dead in the eye with a playful smirk on her face as she gripped his flaccid cock and began to stroke it.
“Yeah right,” Gray rolled his eyes. “Just because we’ll be hanging out doesn’t mean we’re gonna go crazy or anything like that, plus Erza hasn’t even tried to get back in touch that way for months. Be it her away on S-Class jobs or just not wanting to.”
“That might be true,” Mira chimed in. “But she’s going to be with you at a romantic and fun resort for an entire week, so spark could fly at any moment and she’d keep you up in your room all night for her own pleasure.” A fire burned in her eyes as she imagined the scene.
“Don’t you mean me keeping her up in her room?” He asked, feeling grumbly about Mira painting it to be Erza in the lead the entire time.
Mira just chuckled. “Ah, I love your sense of humor.”
… Man did he hate just how right she was. “But so is that why you guys are going so crazy tonight?”
“You only figured that out now?” Cana questioned. “I wonder just how dense you really are.”
“Cana…” Gray’s eye twitched from her teasing and rudeness.
“Oh you’re angry?” Her words dripped with sarcasm. “I guess you better show this bitch who’s boss and make her pay for working you up like this.”
“Hey, you’re not leaving me out of this!” Mira jumped in. “If you’re going to be away for a week, I’ll need you to fuck me hard enough to make sure I can’t feel my legs.” Her eyes sharpened and a malefic aura exuded from her. “After all, I might feel urges and ask someone else to do the deed while you’re gone if I forget about you.”
With an angry twitching smile Gray had a white knuckled grip on the sheets. “Oh really? Well I’m going to make you two regret pushing me so hard.”
“Is that so?” Cana raised an eyebrow at his claim as her eyes drifted down to his once more erect shaft.
Both of them moved without a word, Cana stradling Gray’s chest and pressing her wet cunt against his hardened abs, while Mira went to his waist and trapped his dick between her massive creamy tits. As she dealt with the bottom head, Cana would deal with the top.
Leaning forwards to let Gray suck on her tanned globes and toy with her free breast with his chilled hands, the drunkard licked her lips. The night was still young, and there was no way that they’d be finished anytime soon.
XxXx
“Hey did you hear those noises last night?” A brown haired man spoke to the station worker as they waited for the train.
“Yeah, they were super strange.”
“I’ve been asking around, but nobody seems to know what caused them, you got any idea?”
“I’m thinking maybe there was a fight between some of the creatures in the forest.”
“Nah man, they seem to have come from inside of the town, not out.”
“Really? Then I’m not sure what else could explain those sounds.”
As the two strangers continued their simple conversation, easily within earshot and trying his best to not bury his blushing face deep into his hands, Gray Fullbuster was trying, and failing, to read the day’s newspaper while waiting for his friends to finally arrive.
“Hey Gray!” A voice called from the side of the station. Looking up, he smiled towards the girl and stood up from his bench as Lucy hugged him hello. “Sorry for taking so long, I went to the guild to get some breakfast, but Mirajane didn’t seem to be around so I had to go somewhere else.” The blonde, despite her genius, was blind to the Ice Make mage’s face growing redder during their hug.
“Yeah, Mira said something about being tired.” He skirted around the reasoning behind it, his own hips were a bit sore from just how wild he went.
Pulling back, the blonde smiled at her secret lover. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”
“Don’t even worry about it, the train’s still a few minutes out, so all that we really have to worry about are going to be-”
“Gray, Lucy, how are you two doing?” A voice came from behind them, the proud S-Class wizard; Erza Scarlet, stood as rigid as a board with a mountain of luggage in a single cart in one hand, and a scrambling Dragon Slayer in another.
“I keep telling you, me and Happy can just fly over there and meet you guys when you drop.” Natsu tried to beg as his wide eyes fearfully looked at where the train would stop.
“Nonsense. Traveling together is what helps create bonds that forge lifelong friendships, isn’t that right?” She looked to her teammates for confirmation as Natsu considered chewing off his own arm to break free.
“Aye.” Happy called out from the top of her massive amount of packed clothing, fish in hand that totally wasn’t a bribe to keep him from flying.
“I… guess so, yeah?” Lucy chuckled at the bizarre sight before her that she was getting more and more used to as the days went by.
But as the scarlet haired knight turned to Gray, the incoming whistle of the train sounded off as it rolled into the station. “Well then, let’s not dawdle. I’ll put away my luggage and find you on the train.” She smiled towards her friends as she walked off, Natsu begging for mercy and clawing at the floor to try and break free.
“Is she really going to use all that stuff?” Lucy asked Gray with a cautious look on her face.
“Honestly, she seems to have packed light for this trip.”
As Gray and Lucy sat by the window and watched the scenery of the forested outskirts of Magnolia change into open plains that went for miles and sat in a comfortable silence with one another.
… Until armored boots clashed against the wooden floor and the sounds of the living dead came with them.
“Sorry for the delay, I had to speak with multiple workers to deal with some sort of spacing issue.” The woman seemed completely unaffected by the blue faced limp Natsu she was dragging on the floor.
“Don’t worry about it.” Lucy waved off. “But so why don’t you sit next to Gray this trip? I can try to take care of Natsu.”
“Thank you Lucy, but why don’t you sit next to Gray instead, I’m sure Natsu will be fine on my lap and I’d rather not push that task onto you.” The Knight blindly pushed back at Lucy’s attempt to help put her and Gray back on the right track. “If you’d so kindly move.” She gestured for the blonde to move.
And not having the gaul or stupidity to say ‘no’ to Erza Scarlet, Lucy noticed how Gray’s brow furrowed and he shoved his cheek deeper against the palm of his hand when the red head put the Dragon Slayer’s head in her lap and absent mindedly brushed his hair.
Fighting back a smirk from how grumpy a jealous Gray was, Lucy tried again. “So Erza, why don’t you tell Gray how your last quest went?”
“Ah, it was enjoyable, I killed a monster threatening a town.” She stated.
“... oh, so that’s it.” Lucy had expected her to keep going.
“Indeed.”
“Um, Gray, why don’t you try?”
“So, how have you been doing?” He mumbled out.
“Well.”
“Anything happened to you recently?” He questioned slightly louder
“Nothing you don’t already know.”
“Why do you keep going on missions without going on break?” He leaned forwards and spoke somewhat loudly.
“It’s good to help people in need.”
With his eye twitching Gray barked out his last question. “And why the hell don’t you come to talk with me outside of the guild?!”
Her eyes widened at his tone, but Erza still bluntly answered him. “I’ve been busy.”
“Graaahhhh!” Gray groaned in annoyance and marched out of the cart, ignoring the stares he was getting from the other passengers.
“Why did he do that?” Erza furrowed her brow and looked inquisitively at Lucy.
“I… think he needed some air.” Lucy awkwardly played with the hem of her skirt as she answered. Hopefully things wouldn’t be so bad at the resort.
XxXx
Despite the heavy awkward air surrounding the group when Gray returned, it fortunately vanished as they checked into the resort and started to have fun.
Beyond the lavish hotel rooms that had room service open twenty four/seven, there was an amusement park that wound through both the inside and outside of the building, a spa that would make all your stress leave your body and make you look ten years younger, and all on a beautiful beach front that was full of crystal clear water and exotic fish.
The group started their trip with a nice day at the beach, building sand castles, having splash fights (with a bit of magic getting thrown in as they nearly got into an actual brawl before the lifeguards told them to calm down), swimming races, sunbathing, and just overall having a nice time in the warm water.
They were lucky, finding a section of the beach that was mostly secluded from the families and tourists visiting the resort. While the crazies didn’t notice anything wrong, Lucy was the one to point out how the waters were choppier here and that they had to be careful around here. But the powerful mages didn’t pay her warnings any attention as the harsher waves didn’t seem to effect any of them.
Now if only the same could be said for her.
“Gray!” A small voice called for the Ice mage as he was walking back from the water to the beach to grab something to drink. Despite it being low, it held a sort of urgency to it, and most of all he knew who it belonged to.
“Lucy?” He called out, unable to see the celestial wizard. “Where are you?”
“Over here!” Her voice came in a hushed whisper from behind a rock formation besides the water, closer to the shallows in an oblong figure made of flat rocks and boulders.
Walking over to the structure Gray spoke again. “Hey, you alright? Why’re you calling out my name?”
“Look, just stay quiet and come to the other side, I need your help with something.”
“Okay?” He was really confused with all this, but did as she asked, swimming around to find Lucy.
And imagine his surprise when his blonde girlfriend was completely topless and was trying in vain to hold her massive breasts behind her arms and was failing miserably at it.
“Can you quit drooling for a second, I need you to help me out.” While she enjoyed seeing Gray going slack jawed at her unfortunate nudity, she was still freaking out about being topless on a beach to begin with.
“Do you mind explaining why you have your tits out?” Gray blurted.
“Subtle as always.” Lucy mumbled with a deadpan look. “I got caught up in a wave and thrown about in the water, when I finally popped out, my top had fallen off and this was the closest place I could hide behind. I just need you to help me get some cover.” One of Lucy’s arms moved from attempting to cover herself to pointing and gesturing as she continued to speak. “I don’t think you’ll be able to find my top in the ocean, which sucks since that was one of my favorite bikinis, but I have a bag next to our stuff on the beach, so all you have to do is go there and grab me a-” While Lucy was trying to formulate a plan and ask her boyfriend for his assistance, she seemed to forget that he could be just as much of a horndog as Cana.
One hand wrapped around her waist as he leaned in and kissed her, pressing his bare chest against hers, even with her arm still between them, letting his tongue delve deep in her mouth as he held her close.
Not content with a simple kiss, Gray’s hands moved to help things along. One of them reached down and grabbed her huge ass underneath her bikini bottoms under the water, and the other moved upwards to the underside of her breasts and eased their way beneath Lucy’s arm to properly take hold of them.
Finding herself falling to pieces at his touch, Lucy was struggling to keep her moans down as she felt herself getting hotter, not helped by a hard rod pressing against her covered slit.
Pulling back from the kiss with both parties panting, Lucy had a deep blush on her face as she looked Gray deep in his eyes. “You’re not gonna grab me a shirt, are ya.”
Gray’s mind wandered to what Cana said, how he’d be able to fuck them anywhere, while at the time it sounded ridiculous, now he felt a thrill in doing it. Even with his prick inside of his swim trunks, he could feel the heat coming off of Lucy’s quim and couldn’t wait to fuck her stupid. “Maybe I’ll think about it if you help me out first.” He grinned at her.
Licking her lips, Lucy put one hand down his swim short and gently pumped it back and forth, feeling a far more intense heat radiating from his cock than the warm waters they were standing in. Not wanting to be selfish, Gray leaned in and used his cool mouth to toy with those magnificent breasts just begging to be played with, sucking on her tits and teasing her nipples with his tongue and teeth.
Their make out continued alongside the heavy petting as the duo just kept working the other up for the real deal to begin.
As he stopped playing with her breasts, Lucy looked at him with want. And that made it all the more sweet as he put his hand on the back of her head and forced her to get on her knees.
Getting the message, Lucy pulled down Gray’s bottoms and was face to face with his pre cum dripping head poking up from out of the water. With all the experience she gained, it was easy for her to properly suck on his dick without any issues… however that was during normal circumstances. When her lips wrapped around his member, they puckered up way more than they usually did.
As while she had sucked this shaft more times than she could remember, never once had she done so while it was lathered in sea-water and salted to hell and back. But, ever the quick thinker, Lucy wrapped her voluptuous breasts around the rest of his hard on, keeping her head above the water and letting her only need to suck on one portion of this salty sausage while her tits could do the rest of the work.
Her idea seemed to work well as Gray was moaning to the open air and lightly pushing his hips back and forth. And as she used her tongue to play with his tip, she was able to wash away the sea water taste as cum shot into her mouth. Further showing her newfound experience, the blonde was able to gulp down his torrent with almost no difficulty.
Pulling herself off his still hardened member, Lucy stood back up and pressed herself against Gray, her massive chest being flattened against his broad, muscular, pecs. Feeling his free tip pressing against her pussy lips with just a meager scrap of fabric blocking them from coming together, Lucy bit her lip as she took one hand down to just nudge her white bikini bottoms to the side and impale herself on his monster cock.
Only for Gray to grab her wrist and stop her, a look of mirth in his eyes as a grin tore across his face.
“Tell me, what do you want to do?” His cool breath tingled against her ear.
“I… I want to have sex with you.” Lucy felt a bit red faced in saying it out loud.
Gray merely rubbed his cockhead against her dripping, covered, slit. “What do you want?”
Lucy had to keep her eyes from rolling back from the sensations running through her body. “I want to fuck you.”
His other hand went up and toyed with her breasts. “What do you want?”
Basically drooling over herself from the teasing, Lucy snapped. “I want you to fuck me with this giant dick!”
He let go of her wrist and grabbed her leg, hiking it up against his waist as he thrust his cock inside of her fantastic cunt. Their hips churning the sea around them as their clapping skin echoed off the rocks they hid behind.
Lucy could feel her pussy being speared and loved how each movement made her mind go blank. As she wrapped her arms around Gray’s shoulders, she bit down on his shoulders to keep her screams down.
While their close but awkward positioning felt incredible, with Lucy’s leg half constricting Gray’s movements, and Gray’s shorts still pooled around his legs and trying to float back up, it left both parties unable to properly get going.
Without a word between them, the duo split apart as they groaned from annoyance in needing to separate. Lucy untied her bikini bottoms and turned herself around and pressed her hands against the large rock wall, placing her remaining swimsuit on a notch, while Gray haphazardly tried to throw his pants off and ended up falling in the water to do so, but he just as quickly popped back out and threw his shorts to the side.
Lining himself up for a far less restrictive fucking, Gray ran his cock against Lucy’s slit beneath the waves, making her toes curl in the sand. “Are you really going to make me say it again?”
“No, I was just thinking about something.” She could hear the shit eating grin he had on his face as his prick moved to slide against her ass crack.
“Gray, I swear, if you-OOOOO~!” Lucy tried to stop him, but felt her knees weaken and her voice leave as his massive log was shoving itself up her tight little ass. Even if she had done this a few times already, she didn’t think any amount of experience would help her get used to this. Her jaw was clenched shut and her eyes hazy as inch by inch, her anus was being split apart.
And he didn’t stop there, leaning his wet chest against her back, his arms made their way up her body to toy with her gigantic breasts that shook and swayed with each and every motion between them.
He even used her titanic tits to pull her down and spear himself even deeper inside her. While outwardly, Lucy would call this humiliating, all of her girlfriends knew that she fucking loved it.
Feeling herself growing closer and closer to a climax, Lucy’s voice became louder and shakier. And before he was able to even bottom out, Gray felt her ass clenching and trying to milk him for everything he had as Lucy shook in pleasure with her loud cry of bliss.
Unable to stop himself, Gray was following in suit as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He was pumping himself back and forth inside of her ass, ready to pump her full of his hot, white, cum.
“Gray, Lucy, there you are!” Came a voice from above them.
“GAH!!” Gray jumped in his skin and fell backwards, falling out of Lucy’s asshole and spraying his load up into the air.
As the duo felt an immense feeling of shame from being found out, they had to stomach it and look up to see who found them out.
And as they stared up, red faced, they saw someone who had an even more scarlet face than them.
“G-G-G-G-” Erza was stuttering and short circuiting. Trying to move, she was too preoccupied with the site before her to realize that she lost her footing and slid off the rocks, into the water. Even as she was in salt water, the bizarre knight kept stuttering and blinking on loop.
As Gray pulled her out of the sea, she still had a look of utter shock on her face, not helped by her sometimes lover’s giant dick still being painfully erect and just inches away from her.
While Gray was trying to think up some way to explain this, Lucy had a different idea. Occam's Razor; the simplest solution is often the best.
Moving off the rocks and behind Erza, Lucy snaked her hands around Erza’s body and pressed her tantalizing cans against the S-Class Mage’s back, all while kissing her neck.
“L-Lucy, what are you doing?!” Erza’s whole body shook as somehow her blush grew deeper. “S-S-Stop this at once!”
“I don’t think you really want me to stop.” The blonde cooed in her ear. “I mean, just feel how hard your nipples are, and downstairs? Well, I don’t think that the ocean’s the only thing getting you wet.” She nibbled the redhead’s earlobe as she ran a finger against her slit beneath her black bikini bottoms.
“I-I-” The proud knight tried to refute her claims, but she found herself turning into a puddle by the blonde’s sexual attack. Her words came to a crashing halt as Lucy turned Erza by her chin and locked lips with the Re-Quip mage.
With her defenses in tatters, Lucy was easily able to take the lead in their kiss and let her tongue explore the prude mage’s mouth. And with her body being assaulted on all fronts, Erza could help herself and kissed back, the duo of beautiful women kissing and grinding and using their hands, it was an incredible sight to behold.
Pulling away from each other with gasping breaths and a trail of spit connecting their outstretched tongues, Lucy’s brown eyes stopped looking back into Erza’s as she saw her boyfriend watching them, biting his lip and clenching his hands at his sides while his massive erection was a twitching mess.
“I think you need to make up your absence to someone.” Lucy said with a giggle as Erza turned and blushed at the sight of Gray holding himself back from jumping on the two. “If you want him to help you out, then maybe you need to help him first.” To hammer her point home, the blonde cupped the redhead’s breasts and lifted them up and down.
“I... I see.” Erza mumbled before her black, two piece bikini flashed white and disappeared. Now with her tits fully exposed to the duo before her.
“Gray, sit down, just lay back and relax.” Lucy grabbed Erza’s hand and walked her over to Gray, gently putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing him against a half submerged rock that he could sit on.
Leaning in, Lucy kissed Gray sweetly as her breasts fell against his chest. All the while, Erza was stiffly grabbing and stroking the dark haired man’s cock as she had not done anything with an actual human in quite some time. As Gray groaned in discomfort, she jumped in her skin and pulled her hand back.
“Why don’t you try just using your breasts? With how big and soft they are, I’m sure Gray won’t mind his dick being swallowed up by them.” Lucy pulled away from Gray to try and give her teammate some advice.
Nodding, Erza was glad that his cock was already wet as her breasts were able to easily slide up and down his cock with no resistance. It seemed that Gray quite enjoyed it as pre-cum was leaking from the tip and dribbling down her fast cleavage. Leaning down to lick his slit, the salty taste assaulted Erza’s tongue as she bobbed her head up and down his lower head, finally finding a groove to get back into.
As Lucy and Gray watched her progress at a remarkable speed, Lucy could see how the ice make mage was nearly there, all he needed was a little more.
Getting on her own knees on the wet sand, Lucy grabbed her breasts and pressed them against Erza’s, getting shocked looks from her partners. Going even further, Lucy grabbed Erza by the back of her head and pulled her into another passionate kiss as their breasts were massaging Gray’s twitching member.
Even with the two titanic pairs of tits pressing against his shaft, he was still able to keep his cool and hold off his climax… but he was utterly powerless when Lucy and Erza leaned down and kissed his cockhead together, their tongues completely destroying his will as he turned to putty in their care.
Understanding that Gray’s cum was about to shoot forwards from how he bucked his hips and how his cock was pulsing, Lucy and Erza pulled back and left their mouths wide open. His hot spunk painting their tits and face as they got a healthy helping in their mouths as well.
Gray was sweating and felt a bit winded, but his endurance didn’t even cross his mind as he saw Lucy take the reins and start to lap up Gray’s cum off of Erza’s tits. And as Erza followed suit, the cold man felt his erection come back in full force from the magnificent sight before him.
After the duo licked themselves completely clean, they looked back to Gray and felt their mouths water at the sight of his rock hard shaft standing like a monolith. Despite wanting to jump his bones, Lucy stayed back and pushed Erza forwards.
Anxiously walking forwards, the knight got onto the stone seat, on her knees as she had one hand on Gray’s shoulder and the other lining up his member with her sobbing cunt. Just pressing it against her slit made her light headed, but she bit her lip and sat herself down on his fat dick.
“MMM!” Her moans echoed on the stone walls around them and her hips pumped up and down Gray’s shaft. This exquisite pleasure was something she had not felt in months, and it felt even better now than it did back then.
While Gray and Erza were getting reacquainted with the other’s body, Lucy’s legs were rubbing together as now she was the one getting a front row seat to a spectacular show. Grabbing her tit with one hand to toy with her nipples, the other went down below the water to pump her fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
In just a few minutes, Erza’s hips started to get faster and smoother as she was taking the entire shaft in and out of her cunt with every bounce on his lap. She felt her own climax starting to build as her hips became a blur, just a bit more and she’d reach her peak.
Which is what made it all the worse when Gray’s cool hands gripped her fat ass and forced her to a halt, surprising the knight with his show of strength.
“Gray, what are you-Ah!” Erza shouted in surprise as the Ice Mage hit her ass with his open palm. The redhead’s eyes were wide as she looked into Gray’s, she had never been spanked before. “Why did you-Ah!”
It seemed the dark haired man had gained an extreme amount of confidence to be able to stare down Erza Scarlet, even while she was going to town on his massive dick.
“I don’t like it.” He said, making Erza’s eyes widen even further at his proclamation, Lucy doing the same as she stopped toying with herself.
“Excuse me?!” She furrowed her brow and felt her blood start to boil.
“You're riding me like a bull, but you’ve been avoiding me like the plague for months.” He remained unflinching beneath her powerful gaze. “I’m not just someone you can booty call after ghosting me for nearly a year.”
The steam Erza was building stopped in its tracks as she was confronted with how rude and callous she had been from Gray’s perspective. They had shared quite a few intimate nights together, but after she returned from a long quest, she had ignored any advances Gray attempted to make to deepen their relationship. And now here she was, jumping his bones in the middle of his time with Lucy, not having done anything to repent for her actions.
The red haired mage took a breath as her face became softer. “I didn’t take your feelings into consideration when I acted, and I apologize. Gray, can you find it in yourself to forgive me for my mistakes.” She put a hand over her chest and bowed her head, attempting her best to perform some sweet gesture while the two were still joined at the hip in the middle of a public beach.
Gray looked at Erza showing regret for her actions, he sat there thinking for a moment before deciding on what to do next.
Slapping the knight’s ass for the third time, she yelped in surprise, having expected Gray to accept her apology or kiss her, anything other than that really. “I want to forgive you, but you need to understand something if you want to keep going. I can forgive the past, but you need to let me in so I can actually try and reach your armored heart.” He placed his cool hand over Erza’s own that was pressed against her heart.
“I… I’m not sure what I can do, but I will at least try to meet with you outside of guild related reasons. And if things get better, maybe we can go on some ‘solo-quests’ like I hear Cana gushing about.” Erza blushed as she looked Gray in the eye, a small smile on her face as her bangs covered her right eye.
“I’d like that.” He chuckled. But as he saw an awkwardly watching blonde girl behind Erza, he figured that they should get back to it. “So Erza, why don’t I introduce you to a new girl you’ve never seen in bed before?”
As he grabbed Erza, the ice user spun the sword mage on his shaft, making them both groan as the red haired bombshell was now facing Lucy Heatfillia’s gigantic breasts.
“Erza, meet Lucy, she’s my newest girlfriend.” Gray simply said as his hips started back up beneath Erza’s squatting legs and he reached his hands around her breasts as he fucked his childhood friend from behind.
“Mm~, oh~, Hi Lucy, nice to see you this way.” Erza moaned from the prick shoving its way into her tight, wet cunt with as much force as Gray could muster. Even giving a wave as her nipples were being toyed with.
“Um… Hi Erza?” Lucy awkwardly answered, waving back to her friend.
“How long have you and Gra~Ay been together?” The knight asked, her breath getting heavier and her face redder as Gray kept her steady by playing with her generous melons.
“Just a few weeks.” Lucy felt her mouth get dry as it seemed like this show was happening just for her.
As Gray leaned his head close to Erza’s ear, he whispered something in her ear as his cold breath was visible and made her hair stand on end. “Got it.” Erza replied.
Lucy yelped in surprise as Erza grabbed her wrist to bring her closer before wrapping her arms around her blonde friend’s neck and capturing her lips in a kiss. As their makeout grew more intense, Lucy could feel Gray’s cool hands play with the twin pair of tits it found itself enveloped by. Even Erza’s hands weren’t idle as after their lip lock grew more passionate and intense, she removed her hands from the Celestial Spirit Mage’s neck and went down her delicious body before finding one hand groping and playing with her fat ass, and the other digging two fingers inside the blonde’s cunt while her thumb toyed with the clit.
From the trio’s bizarre and intimate sex position, they could all feel themselves growing closer to their own climax. Their breathing uneven and heavy, their motions becoming erratic and unstable. With their moans growing to a crescendo, the menage-a-trois came, Gray pumping his load inside Erza’s cunt, Erza’s pussy trying to milk Gray for all it was worth, and Lucy’s juices being sent into the water as the knight’s fingers worked their magic on her body.
Lucy and Erza broke apart from their kiss and leaned against each other as panting messes, while Gray leaned against the rock formation and hung his head back. As they all came down from their highs, the S-Class Mage could still feel the rock hard dick inside of her body and knew that they had more to do.
With a moan, Erza pushed herself off of Gray’s shaft and used Lucy for balance as her legs were shaking even as she found footing under the small waves that lapped into their stoney alcove.
The two girls looked back at the Maker Mage’s cum coated cock and looked to the other before wordlessly coming to an agreement.
Groaning in pleasure, Gray put his head back up as he saw Erza and Lucy servicing his member again, but this time, instead of kissing over his cockhead, Lucy was licking up and down his shaft and balls while Erza was trying her best to throat his man meat after such a long dry spell.
Taking a breath to keep himself from falling to his impulses, Gray put one hand on both of his girlfriends’ heads, brushing their hair and showing just how much he enjoyed their two pronged attack.
But just as he was getting used to their patterns, Erza dragged her tongue down his rod as Lucy dragged hers up, and they swapped positions. Now the Knight’s more forceful motions had been replaced by the ex-heiress’s softer and directed moves to strike at his weak points.
Back and forth, ebb and flow, the two girls worked in sync to drive Gray Fullbuster up the wall as he did his best to hold back his impending orgasm. His knuckles were white and tightly gripping the rock he was seated on, and his teeth and eyes were cinched tight. However it only delayed the inevitable.
As the duo pulled back, as his twitching and dripping cock was left alone, he tried to take this moment to breath, but they had other plans.
Wrapping their massive tits around his dick for a second time today, the knight and noble pumped their breasts up and down. “C’mon Gray, don’t you wanna see use covered in your hot spunk?” Lucy cooed as she rubbed her nipples on his shaft.
“Blast your load, paint us white in your seed and mark your territory.” Erza coaxed as she opened her mouth wide and let her tongue out to show just how badly she wanted to taste it.
In a moan, Gray couldn’t hold himself back anymore as he bucked his hips into their splendid milk jugs and shot cum over his girlfriends. Getting his load on their faces and boobs as they moaned in satisfaction alongside him.
While the girls licked themselves and the other clean, Gray was privileged enough to watch the entire show. How they sucked and squeezed the others breasts, the kisses that trailed up their bodies, and how their deep french kiss ended with a trail of his spunk still connecting their mouths.
Gray Fullbuster was as hard as ever and couldn’t wait to go another round.
“Right, Lucy, I found this top in the water when I was looking for you two, it’s yours right?” Erza requipped a white bikini top with pink flowers into her hands while her own black pair reappeared on her body.
“You found it! I can’t thank you enough, Erza!” Lucy hugged her friend as she put on her own pair. The female mages seemingly blind to Gray.
“Uh, hey, boyfriend here, hard as a rock. Any takers?” He tried to interject in their seeming wrap-up of this situation.
“Hm? Oh, we’re both still alright to have sex with you.” The blonde bluntly stated.
“It was quite enjoyable, and I have already made a promise to try and reconnect with you and the others more.” Erza began. “However, we have a full week of fun to be had here in a resort and we’d rather not have sex in a public area where others may hear and discover us.”
“So, we’ll all meet up tonight and have some fun in a room with a lock, sound good?” Lucy smiled at Gray who still had a shocked expression on his face. “If you can’t find me in my room, maybe check Erza’s, I wanna get to know her better.” Lucy waved farewell at Gray alongside Erza as he was trying to stutter out a response.
And as the two left the rocky cover, he could hear the girls chat with one another, but his mind was more preoccupied with the huge prick standing upright and he’d need to get down before he could leave.
“Maybe I can put on my trunks and just stay in the water until it dies down.” He thought aloud as he looked around for his swim suit… the swim suit that he had thrown aside while he was pounding Lucy instead of putting it on the rock wall.
“Fuck.” He swore to himself. “Just how badly am I going to be punished by gods for having a good day?”
And his words instantly bit him in the ass as a wave larger than any other that flowed into the rocks splashed into him and sent him tumbling underwater.
Pulling his head out and gasping, Gray felt something had wrapped on his head. While he figured it was seaweed, he actually got good news as his swimwear had landed on his head because of that wave.
As he now cheered for his serendipity, the ice mage didn’t notice a blue haired girl leaning against the back of one of the rocks with a massive blush on her usually pale face. |
Title: (C) Cold, Yet Warm
Chapter title: Lucys-Discovery
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Commissioned by Anon:
Who would have ever guessed that the cold and standoffish Gray Fullbuster would would end up with busty babes swooning over him.
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Walking down the crowded streets of Magnolia, there were shopkeepers making stalls and planning for a Harvest Festival that was just a few weeks away. Everyone seemed to be really looking forward to it. Lucy honestly found it strange, but calming how the town was able to move on so quickly from the Phantom Lord attack just days ago. It was also a bit awkward waving hello to the citizens, but she was part of the Fairy Tail guild, and if she was part of it, then she was worth trusting, even if her abduction nearly had many of them turn into collateral damage.
But she was getting too lost in her thoughts, Mira had asked her for help and she gladly accepted without even asking what she wanted. Now the buxom blonde found herself exploring places of the vibrant town she had never even seen before, she found herself easily getting lost and side tracked as peddlers kept trying to make her buy something. Asking a few vendors for directions, the greenhorn spent quite a lot of time backtracking to find this out of the way home, sandwiched between cheap resale shops and even cheaper bars.
‘Yeah, this feels like a place Cana would live.’ The no-longer-heiress thought to herself as she frowned at the disrepair on the outside, chipped paint and splintered wood giving a less than stellar impression on the once upper class girl.
“Well, Mira asked me to go check on her, so I best get to it.” Lucy shook her head and got all the mean thoughts from her mind. Cana and everyone at the guild fought for her freedom, so Lucy would be sure to treat them with the respect they deserved.
Knocking on the door, she clicked her heels on the floor for a bit before trying again, this time calling her name, and on her third attempt, she just tried the doorknob.
“Who just leaves their house unlocked?” She mumbled, seeing all the lights on downstairs in her search for Cana. While the outside of her home looked quite abrasive, the inside was far more welcoming, while it was smaller than Lucy’s own apartment, it still had a comfortable feel to it, thanks in part to the nice furniture and having better lighting inside than the alleyway she came in from.
And while she thought Cana would have left bottles, cans, and clothing everywhere given her… carefree attitude, everything seemed near spotless.
But she wasn’t here to snoop on Cana’s life, she was just sent to check up on her, so with all her downstairs being empty, all that was left was the upstairs.
Looking through again, she quickly looked in the bathroom, found a linen closet, and now had just one room left.
Reaching for the ajar door, Lucy stopped in her tracks as she heard… something from behind it. The blonde shook her head as she thought her ears deceived her. ‘There’s no way.’ Finding her hand shaking a bit, the Celestial mage leaned in closer and heard even more of what was happening and with greater clarity. Unable to stop herself, she looked through the small opening and her jaw dropped.
With his clothes strewn on the floor, Gray was completely and utterly naked as his pale hands worked on Cana’s tan tits, his fingers digging beneath her top to touch those large melons unimpeded. As he pinched and toyed with her nipples, Cana’s arms shook as she tried to keep herself from falling over onto her dresser while violently shaking her ass, rubbing Gray’s cock against the tight shorts that were desperately trying to contain that fat ass of hers. Topping it all off with a wet and passionate kiss, Lucy’s face was a brighter red than Erza’s hair as she knew that she should just leave as fast as possible and not tell anyone about their secret.
But she couldn’t look away. As their awkward yet pleasurable rhythm started to get more refined, the two seemed to get more and more engrossed in the other.
Pulling away with a line of spit connecting their mouths, the drunk had a heavy blush as she spoke. “Admit it, you came looking to get your dick wet. Not like you’ve ever been able to stay away from my tits.”
Groaning with his dick against her ass, Gray had to focus to let out any words. “I said that I came here to check on you, it’s not my fault you’re drunk and horny.”
“So do you just want me to ignore how you didn’t say ‘no’ to being entranced by my boobs?” When he tried to respond, Cana shoved her ass against Gray’s dick and pushed him away from her.
Turning around with her breath being visible, the brunette gave a sultry smile to the Ice Make mage as she saw him off-foot. “I can’t believe you’d be so sappy to go and help me out, especially when you’re still screwed up ten times worse than me.” She snorted at him as she pushed him onto her bed.
Hearing her words, Lucy finally realized the white bandages on the duo’s body. While Cana simply had some wrappings on her left arm, Gray had white gauze crossing most of his chest. She had completely forgotten about his wounds from Galuna, and now on top of that he gained more from his fight with Phantom Lord.
“Now stop cleaning my house and being Prince Charming, and let me suck you dry. Who knows, maybe by the end of it you’ll end up looking more like a mummy than you do now.” Licking her alcohol accented lips as a hand went behind her back.
“I told you, I was worried, now quit it and-” As he tried to fight against her words, he sat up only to find her top flung against his face. Feeling his cock stand at attention once more as he could see her dark chocolate nipples finally be free.
Getting onto her knees, Cana admired the throbbing shaft before her, putting on a bit of a show as she let it press against her face for Gray’s amusement, and letting Lucy properly see just how big it really was.
‘I don’t think any of my toys come close to that size. I know I’ve seen him naked before, but I never realized just how much was down there.’ The voyeur tried to swallow the knot in her throat, but her mouth was completely dry.
Going to work, Cana kissed her way up and down the shaft, picking up some dribbling pre-cum along the way, but that was chump change. Picking up the pace, she began to lick her way up and down the mammoth rod, toying with his slit before working her way down to his balls and making sure to give them the attention they deserved.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” He growled out as his tune changed quite a bit from the expert felatio.
Even after minutes of this, Gray kept his hands clutching the sheets with a whie knuckle grip instead of grabbing her head and fucking her face in primal lust, but the want and need was written clear as day on his face.
“Cana~” He moaned out in a mix of want, frustration, and pleasure. They had been through this more than enough times for her to know what he wanted.
Chuckling at his reaction, the drunkard pulled her massive breasts onto his lap and pumped his cock between those twin peaks. Yet the Maker Mage was so big that it poked up far out from her cleavage. Finding herself wanting more as well, Cana opened her mouth and swallowed the remaining portion as she felt it hit the back of her throat.
Her slurping echoed off the walls alongside the clapping from her breasts slapping against his thighs. Those impressive twins on her chest sliding up and down his mammoth cock and lathering him with her spit. Letting her tongue attack his slit and trail down his veins with a vigor normally reserved for when she was drinking great booze.
Even though her mind was telling her that she should leave, that this was something wrong and terrible to do to her friends, Lucy’s feet were glued to the floor as she stared intently at the sexual match before her. Her nipples visibly poked against her blouse and a wet spot was starting to stain her panties.
It was a spectacle to behold as Cana knew everything about Gray’s body and subjected him to a wonderfully powerless time. Despite having gone on an S-Class quest, this man still could be putty in her hands. Gleefully gulping down every drop of pre-cum that flooded her mouth as Gray still managed to keep himself from blowing his load.
Shocking both of the girls, the dark haired man lifted the Card Mage by her shoulders and yanked her off the floor and onto her bed, bouncing and jiggling her voluptuous body as she cried out in surprise.
Turning on her back to talk to him, she felt her words die out as his massive rod slapped against her face. Straddling her chest, Gray let his hands dig into her expansive breasts as he thrust wildly and heavily into her bosom. With his balls slapping against her tits and his cockhead splattering pre-cum over her face, it was no wonder that one of her hands drifted down to touch herself. Letting her fingers work against her wet slit as she desperately tried to lick and suck the fuck stick before her.
“You said I can’t stay away from your boobs, but look at how desperate you are to choke on my dick.” He dug one of his hands in her hair and shoved her face even further along his shaft as he used her body at his whim. “So, tell me, how much are you enjoying it? This long and hard prick that you’ve been using for years using your slutty tits and slamming into your lewd mouth, just how wet does that make you?”
“MMmhmmm.” The normally confident mage awkwardly gobbled out as her throat was being blocked off by his rod, her eyes conveying just how much she loved this.
As his thrusts became erratic and his breathing uneven, Gray let out a groan as he felt his climax burst forwards. His burning hot seed being a sharp contrast to how chilling his hands on her breasts were.
With her mouth opened wide and her tongue out, Cana tried her hardest to get all that she could in her mouth while her entire face and cleavage got covered in a thick layer of white. As the ropes of cum began to subside, the drunkard made sure to captivate Gray as she slowly and sensually showed off and gulped down all the spunk in her mouth. Then she used her free hand to bring a tit up so she could lick her own breasts before sucking on her dark nipple.
Watching the performance with a hungry gaze, the Ice Make Mage stared intently at each and every move Cana made, feeling his rod twitch and drip with arousal. And as she drank all the semen dripping down her neck and collarbone, he finally decided that they had had enough foreplay.
“Get on your knees.” His voice sent shivers down the women’s spines as the sheer dominance he held made their hair stand on end. When he moved off her waist, Cana quickly put herself on all fours as a wet spot was clearly visible through those brown pants of hers.
While she tried to undo her belt so she could take off her jeans, Gray decided to take matters into his own hands. In a show of strength, he tore her pants off and the legs shattered into ice as her entire bottom was now completely free.
“You better be paying for th~AH!!!” Her annoyance was instantly quelled as Gray spanked her thick and heavy ass and slid his dick back and forth against her slit, teasing her like she had teased him earlier.
“It’s not like you’ll be wearing anything anytime soon.” He quipped as his hands kneaded her fat cheeks, letting the cold seep into her body as her skin was covered in goosebumps.
And as all of this was happening, the lucky blonde didn’t even realize that one of her hands snaked under her shirt to play with her breasts while the other was gently fingering her core, leaving a trail going down her legs and a puddle starting to form on the floor, biting her lip in an attempt to keep her voice from giving her away.
With his dick completely drenched in drool and Cana’s arousal, Gray lined himself up before thrusting partway into his partner. Her voice tearing through the room as she was ecstatic at being filled up. Her arms were shaking heavily, leaving her tits to so enticingly wobble and quake, just begging to be toyed with.
But he had to at least give some attention to Cana’s money maker of an ass after so long. Spanking it red before using his magic to quickly cool it down. It was leaving the proud mage of Fairy Tail as a drooling, cock hungry, slut and from the look on her face, it was a dream come true.
Even pushing his cock in and out of her velvety vice, he could feel her cunt desperately trying to pull him in deeper and deeper, but wanted to savor this moment before he finally gave her everything in this romp.
“Fuck, you’re too good.” He groaned out as he bent down, putting his bandaged chest against Cana’s back while his cool hands sunk into her swaying boobs. “But tell me, don’t you just love my dick?”
As his cold fingers circled her nipples, the alcoholic let out a long moan. “Your cunt just sucks me in and doesn’t want to let go. You say that I came looking for sex, but I think you’re just so slutty, that when you see me, you turn into a whore.”
A string of nonsensical babbles left Cana’s mouth as she couldn’t form a sentence. “These fantastic tits of yours were already hard before I even tried anything. So why don’t you just admit it?” He was pinching her nipples and pulled down, like he was milking her.
“YES!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “I LOVE YOUR DICK! I WANT IT! I NEED IT!” Admitting her cravings, Cana felt his hands grow rougher and his hips move faster, giving the dark haired girl exactly what she wanted. But he couldn’t keep going forever.
Antithetical to the strength he showed at the start, it seemed like his thrusts were sloppy and difficult, but the only rational part of Lucy’s brain still active made her realize just how much Gray was pushing himself to fuck Cana like the beasts they were.
Groaning in a mix of pleasure and reluctance, it seemed that Gray wasn’t numb to the backlash, while he wanted to toy with her more in this position, he realized that he needed Cana to do the heavy lifting while he tried to lessen his burden.
Grabbing her two wonderful globes, he pulled back and made them change positions. Now the dark haired wizard was laying on his back with Cana sitting on his crotch in reverse cowgirl. But her whole body was trembling as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. As Gray’s dick bottomed out and Cana felt it completely fill her being. She couldn’t do anything as her climax shot through her body, thrusting like a madman to keep this high going, getting absolutely ruined with his bulbous head smashing against her cervix every time she sat down on his massive shaft.
“FUCK!!!! FUCK ME HARD, DON’T STOP!!!” The brunette’s eyes were rolling in the back of her head from the sheer ecstasy she was experiencing.
The two Fairy Tail mages had turned into animals; as Cana’s screams of pleasure tore through the air and definitely would be heard by the neighbors, Gray grit his teeth and tried to hold off for just a little longer, desperately trying to not blow his load. And Lucy watched all of this with her top open and panties pooled at her feet, vigorously fingering herself as she sucked her own breasts.
Feeling the lack of burning hot spunk flowing inside her, Cana knew that after all this, he had to be close. So she sat herself down almost directly on his lap and turned her body to face him, feeling his cock grinding against her insides as she did so and nearly cumming again from how sensitive her body was. But now, mouth dribbling drool, body caked in sweat, the drunk was eager for her prize.
“Cum inside me, you know you want to. Blow your load inside this grade-A cunt and make me limp for the next week!” Now she was giving the order as her hips slapped loudly against his once more.
Being as stubborn as ever, Gray was a twitching and panting mess, and while he couldn’t hold back his climax anymore, he wasn’t going down without swinging. Pulling her closer, he let his chilly mouth wrap around her captivating nipples and suck them, his freezing tongue sending shocks down her spine with every brush against her skin. And as his cock started to expand inside of her, Cana came again as his spunk painted her insides white, feeling her cunt desperately try to take each and every drop. It was lucky that today was safe, otherwise she might have had to worry… after letting him fuck her stupid even more.
With her insides getting fuller and fuller, soon his seed started to spill out of her pussy and onto his crotch, but neither could care as they were far too occupied with their euphoria. Something Lucy was jealously trying to achieve as her fingers couldn’t get her off no matter how hard she tried.
Even after the climax of the duo finally subsided and they laid beside one another, the watcher couldn’t do anything to reach her peak.
Distracted by her own wants, the usually observant blonde didn’t notice the duo talking lightly about something, only able to focus on Gray’s dick growing back to full size once again. It was so frustrating, she could edge herself ever closer, but even with a clear view of it in all its glory, she couldn’t cum.
Although her frustrations disappeared instantly when the door before her was pulled open. Her body was in full view of Cana and Gray as they sat up on the bed and looked at the horny blond. While her cheeks had just been red moments ago, they were now deathly white from her shock and embarrassment. Her white top with a blue cross had long ago been opened and bundled at her elbows as she let one hand toy with her nipples, it seemed like she had no bra on beneath that tight shirt. Going down, her flat stomach was completely exposed, and her skirt and panties were on the floor as her shaved and dripping sex was clear to see. The juices trailing down her leg even reached her thigh high boots as the rim was darker than the rest.
Unable to say anything or form a proper thought, all that Lucy could do was feel an immense shame.
“So you enjoyed the show?” Cana teased. “Though from the look of it, it seems like you’ve not been able to really get going.”
The color came back to her face in a scarlet blush as she tried to desperately say anything to explain herself or apologize, but her throat was completely dry and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears.
“How about you join us then? Come ‘ere and suck on this fuckstick. I swear that it’ll be like nothing you’ve ever imagined.”
At the offer, Lucy felt her storming mind calm and shock once again taking over her body. Once again trying to speak, but instead her body just moved forwards. She didn’t even think about anything as she closed the door behind her and saw the ice made hand that had opened it. By the time that she made it to the foot of the bed, all thoughts of turning back were tossed aside.
Finding herself kneeling directly before the hunk of meat that made Cana cum with little difficulty, Lucy felt a mix of fear, awe, and want. Being watched by the other two, her confidence was non-existent as she stuck her tongue out and lightly pressed it against his cock. Instantly loving the taste of his cum lathered dick and losing her prudishness in favor of tasting more and more of it with a renewed sense of determination.
As Cana saw Gray watching each and every move the big tittied blonde made, she felt the smallest tinge jealous, not that she would ever admit that. Grabbing him by the chin, she made him face her as she kissed him, deeply exploring his mouth with her tongue.
With both of his heads being cared for by beautiful women, the injured man was in heaven at their pincer maneuver. However, he did soon start to crave more as the inexperienced girl down below was nowhere near as knowledgeable as Cana. Even in an attempt to blow him, she could barely take it halfway into her mouth before she felt her gag reflex starting to trigger and her jaw ache.
Not wanting to push her, yet desperately craving more, the dark haired man bit on Cana’s lower lip as he pulled away. No words were spoken as they looked deeply into the others eyes. All Gray had to do was look into her brown orbs before looking down at Lucy.
Scoffing at her perverted childhood friend, Cana stuck her tongue out at him before she got onto the floor beside the blonde.
“You’re doing it all wrong, you gotta give more attention to his balls.” With her words of wisdom, she shoved Lucy’s face directly against his sack as she sucked on the head.
Being taught by someone with a wealth of more knowledge than her, in just a few minutes, the blonde virgin became competent in her skills. While she couldn’t deal with her gag reflex in such a short time, she could now lick and suck each and every inch of this giant cock with a powerful vigor. And knowing the best way to teach was through example, the brunette and blonde moved together to properly handle this shaft.
“Lucy.” At his panting voice, the cock drunk woman pulled back to look at him, either unknowing or uncaring of the line of drool still connecting her to his rod.”Use those giant tits of yours to stroke my dick.”
Feeling a thrill run through her body, the blonde went to work without question. Capturing his member between her massive mammaries, but even still, his bitchbreaker was poking above her ludicrously large chest, letting her suck, kiss, and lick the leftover all to her heart’s desire.
Rubbing his dick between her soft and heavy boobs made both of them feel fantastic. Gray loved how the girl with the biggest bust in the entire guild was now slobbering over his cock, not to mention having the jaw dropping Cana Alberona not one foot away from him and touching herself to the sight before her. Lucy was experiencing the sensation of her breasts getting fucked for the first time in her life, and everything about it just felt perfect.
Watching her boyfriend getting a titjob by a beautiful bimbo, it brought up a memory she had from months ago, far before Lucy even joined. After an intense round off sex, the duo were just mindlessly talking about even more sex. As they revealed some of their kinks or desires, there was one fantasy that Cana could clearly remember.
“I kinda want to try a double titjob.” It was far out of Gray’s character to mumble like he did, especially with a red blush on his face, refusing to meet Cana’s gaze, and scratching his cheek as if talking about this embarrassed him. And while he was embarrassed, it turns out she didn’t even know the half of it. Despite having a bombshell lying naked on his chest in that moment, what he imagined was Erza Scarlet and Mirajane Strauss working together on his cock. How the bitter rivals now becoming thralls to his dick, the hateful and jealous looks they would side eye to the other as Gray focused his attention on one of them over the other, now both disheveled and covered in sweat and spit, begging for his seed and wishing to be gifted a pearl necklace.
And while the women might be different than his imagination, as Cana moved Lucy to the side so they could both press their breasts together against his cock, he had absolutely no complaints.
While Lucy had the biggest pair in the entire guild, Cana still was nothing to scoff at, her tan tits still being huge in their own right, and not to mention the dump truck of an ass she had on her. But as the two girls got into a flow and moved their tits with and against the other, Gray had to try his damndest to keep himself from cumming.
But the girls were enjoying themselves too, as their breasts pressed and rubbed against each other, they could feel the other’s hard nipples pressing against them, the diamond hard nubs even rubbing over each other when one went down and the other up, it just made them both drip with want. Feeling a lustful haze growing over them, and their arousal growing more and more encompassing, the two women slowly leaned closer and closer until their panting mouths were centimeters apart. Their breathing was mixing in the air before them before they finally closed the gap and kissed. Lucy never once in her life thought that she would suck a dick before she got her first kiss, but now Cana had taken that from her as their tongues danced in the others mouth.
As they gave quite the show with their lip lock and worked in tandem to engulf the shaft between their marvelous melons, Gray was gritting his teeth as he tried to keep himself from blowing his load, but there was no way he could with what happened next.
Moving their kiss lower, the sluts reached the dripping head of his rigid member. Surrounding his mushroom cap with their soft and supple lips and using their tongues to assault his weak spots. Covering his rod with spit that trailed down and got lathered onto their boobs in a spectacular and sloppy experience he could never even come close to imagining.
In a resonating groan, he felt his balls clench up and his dick pulsate as his cum shot out. While most of it was shot directly into Lucy and Cana’s shared kiss on his shaft, there was too much coming too quickly for the novice and the expert to gulp down. Leaving hot white spunk to splatter across their cleavage, and dribble down his shaft as it lathered up both his meat and their breasts with a thin white sheen.
The ladies seemed to go crazy from the gift they received, turning even more erratic in their actions as they tried their damndest to swallow it all. And as the deluge finally came to a close, the virgin and expert dug their tongues deeply into the other’s mouth to try and steal any final portions, before stopping their kiss to lick the other’s body. Slurping and sucking up all the semen on the other’s tits that they could, and when that ran dry, they tried to suck on the cock before them. While Cana could easily deep throat the entire time, Lucy could only manage to lick around the outside.
Losing terribly to the brunet at this final collection of cum, the blonde felt such burning in her loins that she knew exactly what she wanted to do.
While Gray was busy focusing on Cana sucking him off once more, Lucy crawled onto the bed while still wearing her boots and layed down behind the pair.
“Gray~!” The Heartfillia girl cooed out.
As the man turned to face her, he saw that she had spread her legs to show off her bare cunt with her fingers pumping in and out, her other hand toying with one of her massive breasts.
“I need you to fuck me!” She cried out with far more zeal than he’d ever heard from her. “FUCK ME, I WANT YOU TO TAKE MY VIRGINITY AND FUCK ME LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW!” Her pleading was definitely loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and she didn’t give one iota of a fuck.
Honestly, Gray just was stunned at how brazen the girl could be, maybe she picked it up from their pink haired teammate. But during his stupor, Cana decided to help the blonde out. Having moved to her new friend and grabbed her legs by the thighs, she pulled her thigh high boot covered feet to be almost at her shoulders, creating an even more enticing image for the dark haired man.
“C’mon, you heard the pretty lady didn’t you? Fuck her like the slut she’s begging you to make her.” Her words were low but powerful as she licked her lips in anticipation.
Groaning at the view before him, the Ice Make Mage moved as quickly as he could. Pulling her fingers out and letting his cock slide against her slit, he enjoyed how she mewled and moaned from his actions. But he wasn’t going to tease her like this for long.
Lining up his thick head, he slowly pushed himself forward and could feel her pussy spreading as he entered. Trying to keep himself from bucking his hips, Gray finally got his tip inside as Lucy was drooling over herself from just a small amount of this new pleasure she would experience. And as he kept going, her expression continued to change, growing lewder and more desperate. The blonde seemed to have lost the cognitive ability to breath as she could only comprehend the feeling of that massive dick splitting her in two.
Finally remembering to breath as he pulled out, she instantly felt the air get forced out of her lungs as he thrust his hips, pushing his monster back inside in no time at all and getting even deeper than before. Each time Lucy thought that he must have put it all in, she was proven wrong and experienced a greater high. She couldn’t even remember her own name by the time it was halfway in.
Watching her face contort and shift with mirth and glee, Cana had the dumbest smile on her face as she had a first class seat to this virgin rich girl learn the true meaning of euphoria. But she didn’t want to be left out of the fun.
Moving only a few inches, the brunet placed her still cum filled pussy before the blonde bimbo and sat on her face. Moving her hands from the blonde’s legs to her chest and toying with their pretty and pink nipples as she leaned in to kiss Gray. With their tongues fighting for dominance, his chilling hands moved to her tan breasts and made her moan. Her volume only grew as Lucy finally got the memo and started to eat out the drunk.
The blonde’s tongue was once again shy and light, but as the taste of Gray’s cum landed on her taste buds, she dove in, grabbing Cana’s fat ass and pulling her closer while her tongue explored her cunt. Cleaning up all the cum inside of her, as she drank down the juices that Cana made as well.
The trio were a swarm of hands and noise as they all sank into a hedonistic haze of pleasure and want. Everyone was grinding, moaning, and moving all in their attempts to climax. Despite the virgin’s eagerness, she was far too inexperienced to get Cana anywhere near her climax. And on the exact opposite side, Lucy felt her teammate finally bottom out inside of her and knock against her cervix, sending her eyes rolling back and her mind to cloud nine as she finally came after so long. While Gray felt her hot and tight vice become even more fantastic as it tried to milk his cock, he was able to keep himself back as he continued to thrust and pound against the door to Lucy’s womb.
As those two were experiencing extreme pleasures, Cana’s came spiraling down as the younger girl lost all ability to eat her out now that she could only moan and scream. Not wanting to be left out of all the fun, she put her hands on Gray’s chest and shoved him back onto the bed. Instantly feeling Lucy’s groan of displeasure and hearing Gray do the exact same.
Falling on his back, he leaned up on his elbows to see just what Cana was planning. Watching the brunet star at him as she pulled herself off of Lucy’s face.
Licking her lips as she looked down at the monolith of meat, Cana felt her pussy ache in want, but despite the incredible urge to seat herself on his shaft, the alcoholic wasn’t mean enough to mess with a girl’s first time.
Crawling over to Gray as Lucy’s high was drastically cut short, the brunet sat herself down on his face and instantly felt the difference of experience between her two partners. Holding herself on shaky arms as the chilly tongue dug deep into her depths.
“Fu~ck!” She let out a deep groan as her sweat caked body shuddered. “Lucy, hurry up and ride him before I go and do it myself!” Her threat seemed to work as Lucy quickly pushed herself up and saw their new position. Lining herself up with the log before her, her hands were jittering and drool dribbling down her chin as she slowly took in everything once more. Only feeling better as Cana grabbed her tits and started to suck on her diamond hard nipples.
Growing more and more ferocious, Lucy’s hips collided with Gray’s as both thrusted with all their might. With his hands holding tightly against Lucy’s hips, the chill sent goosebumps up her body, but she was warmed by the drunk’s intoxicating breath as she leaned in to make out with the blonde once more.
Giving a deep and powerful kiss, Cana took Lucy’s breath away before pulling back and staring her in her beautiful brown orbs. “C’mon sweetie, you’re gonna need to try harder than that if you wanna make him blow his hot and powerful load inside of you.” She grabbed heavy handfuls of Lucy’s giant breasts and toyed with them at her leisure. Tweaking one of her large nipples while sucking and lightly nibbling on the other. As Lucy turned into a quaking mess, Cana continued her assault as she put both of her pink peaks in her mouth and sucked like she was trying to milk the blonde girl with cow tits. Leaving the girl dazed and unable to see straight from the stimulation, Cana pulled back with a loud pop as she leaned close to Lucy’s face again. “Make him hear just how badly you want this.” She kissed her way down Lucy’s neck and collarbone as she showed a strange amount of sweetness.
“I-I-I” The blonde’s mind was mush from the assault on her body, but a single thought shined bright. “I WANT YOUR CUM! I NEED IT! FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL, I’M YOURS!!!” Her heartfelt cry seemed to have an impact as the hands on her hips moved to her heavy rear and made his already powerful thrusts somehow even stronger as he pulled her even closer.
With two drop-dead gorgeous women on top of him, and having lost track of how long they had been going, Gray felt that he was coming to an end. Moaning into Cana’s marvelous muff, his cock twitched and pulsed inside his friend as his climax finally came.
As his seed filled her core, Lucy felt another orgasm, however this put her last one to shame as this sense of fullness and euphoria trumped everything she felt beforehand.
Not being left out of the fun, Cana bit down on Lucy’s neck and sucked as Gray’s well used tongue knew every weak spot she had. Even though she was feeling fantastic as she was drenching her boyfriend’s face in cum, it failed utterly and spectacularly when compared to how his dick made her climax. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself right now.
With their thrusts slowing down and their bodies feeling the toll from their debauchery, the trio was left panting and lying down on the bed together. Lucy at his left, and Cana at his right, the beautiful duo both pressing their jaw dropping chests against his own bandaged body while idly stroking his half-mast erection.
“So.” Lucy tore her eyes away from the growing penis and looked towards Gray and Cana. “Just how many people have gotten involved in your little… situation.”
“What makes you think there’s any ‘situation’.” Gray said back, his eyes not meeting hers.
“Well, you and Cana literally opened the door and invited me in. So I’m betting that this isn’t the first time that’s happened.” The blonde showed off her smarts as Gray turned his head away.
“That still doesn’t mean I can just kiss and tell, I’d be disrespectin-”
“Let’s see, he’s got me, you, Erza, Mira.” Cana began to list out much to Gray’s shock. “Um, there’s also Bisca; the cowgirl with green hair. Oh! And one time, when he was really drunk, Gray told me that he got with Ultear, a Council Member!” The Drunk gossiped to her gal pal.
“Cana!” Gray cried out in dismay.
“Oh stop being such a stick in the mud. She’s gonna find out anyway with all of them dragging you along for ‘special missions’. Honestly, I’m surprised Levy hasn’t figured it out given how obvious you guys can be.” She stuck her tongue out at the man, acting quite cute, being in complete conflict with her sweaty naked body still giving the Ice Maker Mage a handjob.
“So, if you’ve got all those girls, how do you think Juvia is going to react?” While the Water Mage thought herself to be a master of stealth, almost the entire guild had noticed her obsession with Gray and how she followed him around everywhere from the shadows.
The dark haired man sighed. “I’m not sure.” He looked up to the ceiling. “I don’t really know her like I do the other girls, and I don’t dislike her, but I can’t just take her in without understanding who she really is and why she feels that way about me.” He spoke softly as he had a gentle look on his face.
“Wait, so how did you get with the Council Woman?” Lucy pointed out, instantly making Gray blush and turn away once more.
“Well, you see- for that one- It’s not that simple-”
“He told me that she looked exactly like his old teacher and that he nearly pounced on her then and there.” Cana blurted out with all the subtlety of a hammer.
“Agh!” Gray covered his burning red face with his hands as he felt embarrassment wash over him.
“You’re acting like you’re ashamed, but this ‘little’ fella seems to be telling a different story.” Cana ran her finger along his now fully erect cock, his rod having grown to full height at the mention of his guilty pleasure.
“So Lucy, are you ready for round two?” Cana asked as she pushed herself back up onto her knees.
“Oh definitely.” Her new close friend mirrored her. “How long do you think this’ll go on for?” Lucy asked as she covered his meat with her breasts.
“Well, with just me, he usually lasts ten hours, but with you here?” Cana had a look of contemplation as she sloppily kissed his cockhead. “I think he’s going to go for nearly twelve.”
As both women were hungry for more, Gray would most certainly give them their fill.
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Closing the door behind them, the two mages groaned as they walked into their shared room. Lucy had been banking on winning the Ms. Fairy Tail pageant to pay for her rent, so when she found herself getting third, she was in a bit of a pickle. Luckily though, her boyfriend was always willing to help her out. They grabbed a few missions all at once to take care of, making them travel from job to job, and this had been their final one. It was tiring work, but they could finally rest.
Though before that they had to remove all the feathers that got caught in their hair and clothes. This last quest had them dealing with some weird monster birds, they looked like chickens, but were the size of ostriches and could flutter around with their stumpy wings, making them a pain to deal with as they mostly chose to run away and cause havoc instead of fight. And it turns out when they get cornered, they spray their feathers out like projectiles. Needless to say, it was not fun.
Having already tossed his shirt to the side during the hunt- totally on purpose and not because he was a stripper- Gray ruffled his hair to try and get them all to fall out.
“I still think you got off lucky.” Lucy said with a red blush on her face. “You already walk around shirtless every day, I had to try and keep the villagers from seeing my bra.” She looked down to her shirt with a frown, she liked this blue tube top, but now it had dozens of scratches and cuts breaking it apart, and that’s not even bringing up how running in a tube top itself is like. Huffing as she took it off and threw it in the trash, going on to pluck feathers out of her own hair.
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It wasn’t hard to feel the eyes from the only other person in the room, pushing her hair behind her ears, Lucy turned to Gray, only wearing her pink lace bra and brown booty shorts. “Do you see something you like?” She said with a smile.
Like usual, Gray was practically drooling over the body of his girlfriend, no matter how many times he saw or touched their curves and peaks, they always entranced him. “You already know I always like seeing you.” The ice mage attempted to be suave with his remarks, only to have Lucy chuckle.
“It’s kinda cute when you act like a dork. After all, cheesy compliments are still compliments.” Lucy walked over to the dark haired man as she ran her finger along his chest, tracing his muscles. “We have been really busy dealing with missions these last few days, and we haven’t gotten a chance to properly… unwind. Why not have some fun tonight, in celebration of a job well done?”
Gray smiled as she looked into his eyes with a fiery passion, sweetly kissing her lips and moving down her neck. “My thoughts exactly.” Nearly growling like an animal as Lucy’s soft and gentle hands pressed against the tent forming in his pants.
As they kissed again, this one was more raw and carnal as their tongues playfully fought for control. With her hands teasing his shaft, Gray decided to do the same time, reaching his hands around back and unclasping her bra. Pulling it off her body, Lucy moaned into their kiss as his chilled hands dug into her massive breasts. Just as soft as always, and as enjoyable to toy with too. He enjoyed the sheer weight of the medicine balls he was carrying, and how he could make the girl into a mewling, drooling, pile of pleasure by just toying with them.
Finding himself being pushed back, Gray let Lucy take the lead as she kissed her way down his chest and got on her knees. She took off his pants in seconds, but chose to tease him a little more when he was just in his underwear, trailing a single one of her manicured nails up and down his length, making him go wild. Licking her lips, Lucy hooked her fingers around his underpants and pulled them down.
Despite how cold the rest of his body always felt, and the comfort she and all the other girls found in it, his cock was always burning hot, and as it was slapped onto her face, Lucy nearly started to drool from the excitement and memories of all the pleasure it brought her. Enjoying herself, Lucy gave it a kiss before she wrapped both her hands around it and jerked him off. Leaning in even deeper, the blonde harlot trailed her tongue down his length before reaching his balls and showing them the attention they deserved.
By the time she finished licking his jizz filled nuts, she had left his sack dripping with her spit, and as she moved up his cock, she kept her tongue on it, completely lathering his dick. Finally reaching his tip, it was oozing pre-cum from all of the teasing the celestial spirit mage had done to it. Wrapping her lips around her prize, she was sucking on it like a lollipop as her eyelashes fluttered and she felt her head going blank at just the taste.
Having his patience pushed to its limits, Gray couldn’t help himself as he put his hands on the back of Lucy’s head and thrusted down her throat. Getting the message loud and clear, Lucy took her hands off his rod and held onto his thighs as he unrepentantly started to fuck her face like an ona hole. Besides the sound of the wet slapping of his balls against her chin, there was a mix of gagging and moaning as Lucy felt her jaw getting stretched to its limits and his cockhead pressing against the back of her throat.
Even as this continued, Gray still needed more to come to a proper climax, and Lucy was starting to see stars from being unable to properly breath. But the answer to both those problems was something simple.
Pulling himself out of her mouth, she had a fucked stupid look on her face as drool and pre-cum strands were still connecting her lips to his dick. “Hey Luce, why don’t you use your tits?”
As she looked up to his eyes, she gave his tip a loud wet kiss while she wrapped her breasts around his shaft. Wrapping her lips around his girth, her mouth became a vacuum as she greedily worked away at his tip; licking and sucking up every drop she could wring out of him. All the while, her arms were getting a workout in as she gave the ice maker mage the best titjob she could.
Gray could feel himself losing it as her breasts glided against his shaft and her mouth worked the head. The once bashful heiress had really come into her own as a cock-crazed cum-slut
“Fuck! I’m gonna blow!” The dark haired man groaned out as he dug his hands into her hair.
His words made the blonde mage go into overdrive as her tits were a blur and her tongue was attacking every spot it could. As her cheeks buldged from the load getting blasted into her mouth, she managed to swallow just enough to keep it from spilling out. With each rope, the cycle continued until she had finished wringing out Gray’s orgasm and had drank every last drop.
Pulling herself away from the semi-erect cock, Lucy brought up her arm to wipe her drool and pre-cum covered chin, trying to look more presentable despite the fact that she was topless, had drool covering her tits from what she had covered his dick with before, and an obvious wet spot in her short shorts.
“So, is our warm up over?” Lucy asked with half lidded eyes. “Because I need to have this fucking mammoth inside of me.” Her gaze went down as she stroked his cock once again.
Feeling a cold on her butt, before she could question it, the horny girl found a block of ice pushing her up onto her legs. She noticed the trail of ice going from Gray’s feet to where the block came out, but before she could say anything, the ice mage was kissing at her neck and bringing her over to the bed.
As the back of her legs pressed against the frame, Lucy squeaked as Gray’s cool hands touched her ass. Hooking his thumbs inside of her shorts and pulling both that, and her panties off in one go.
Falling onto the bed, now both naked, they continued kissing and groping as Gray grabbed Lucy’s legs and set them in a new position.
“Put it in already~” Lucy whined. “After all this foreplay, I have to have it.” She brought her thigh up to rub against his member.
“Hehehe, it’s still crazy to me that you’re the same girl who I found shamefully masturbating to me fucking one of her best friends.” He nipped at her ear when he spoke. “I never thought you’d be this confident with a dick that splits you in two.” His lower head pressed against her folds as he finished.
“Ohhh~” Lucy moaned as her hair stood on end in excitement. “Then I guess I have to thank you and the girls for helping me become who I am now: self-confident...” She grinded her core against his tip. “Their girlfriend...”
“And my girlfriend.” Gray chipped in as he finally thrusted inside of her.
Her nails scratched against his back as her toe curled. “Yeeee~eeeesssss!!!” Was all she could moan out, shouting to the high heavens. Neither knew if this room had any sound canceling qualities, but they’d be out of here in the morning anyhow, nothing was going to stop their fun.
After being together for so long, and doing each other so often, Lucy could now handle when Gray pushed all of it in in one go. Her pleasure only grew higher as her chilly boyfriend ran his hands down her legs and pulled them up, pushing them onto his shoulders and letting him reach even deeper inside her cunt. The moans spewing from her mouth couldn’t stop as she felt his rod stuff its way down and make her so whole and full.
When his cold hands teased her nipples and dug into her tits, the blonde’s voice grew even louder as drool started to slide down the corners of her mouth. Her mind was getting blank as she couldn’t even register the creaking of the bed and the slams it made against the wall, only focusing on her own voice and Gray’s own grunts and moans of pleasure. As the Ice Maker Mage leaned in and wrapped his lips around her pink peaks, Lucy squealed.
“FUUUU~UUCK~!!” She couldn’t withstand the sensations of his tongue lapping at her teats and especially not with his teeth grazing her sensitive points too. With how well he knew her body, Lucy was putty in his hands. As her head flew back, her moans reached a fever pitch and she came. Her orgasm was rocking her world as her pussy drenched the bed and did its best to milk out every drop she could get from the dick buried inside of her.
Feeling his burning hot seed fill her to the brim, Lucy blacked out for a moment as her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. As Gray came inside of her, his thrusts didn’t stop as wave after wave of pleasure made Lucy feel like she was coming apart. It was too much, with his spunk being shot inside her tight hole, she couldn’t hold anymore as it started to drip down and out of her cunt.
As the duo were loudly moaning and groaning, they were both staining the bed and destroying the bed frame. They didn’t stop thrusting and grinding and touching the other to keep their pleasure going as long as they could make it last, even as they slammed the headboard into the wall and started to crack the wall. It was only minutes after that they started to slow down, and even longer after before they stopped entirely.
The two were caked in sweat and panting as they laid together, both trying to regain their stamina as well as come back down from such monumental highs.
Finally letting go of her legs, Gray and Lucy moaned as her legs fell back down and involuntarily made her stuffed cunt twitch and tighten, making more cum trail down her ass onto the bed as Gray’s rock hard cock was still buried to the base inside of her.
“Looks like someone’s ready for round two.” Gray chuckled as he nipped at the blonde mage’s collarbone.
“I’ve been raring to go, I was just giving you a bit more time.” Lucy kissed down his ear and neck.
“Well then, if you’re so eager, let’s have you prove it.” The ice manipulator wrapped his arms around the woman beneath him before rolling over on the bed. Now the celestial spirit mage was laying on top of him, and still with his rod filling her up completely.
Pushing herself up, Lucy bit her lip and tried to keep her wits about her as she was seated on his huge cock. Putting her hands down on the bed, she shifted her legs to be kneeling over his crotch and had to hold back the moans bubbling to the surface. She enjoyed hearing Gray voice his appreciation for her body, but she might have been bluffing just a tiny bit.
Raising and lowering herself on his length, she took slow and shallow thrusts, not moving more than an inch or two up and down. While it was nice, it wasn’t anything compared to how they were fucking like animals before, but Lucy still didn’t have all the feelings in her legs back and was trying her best.
Luckily she had her boyfriend to help her pick up steam again. Feeling a cold hand land on her rear, the brown eyed girl jumped in her skin from the surprise and chill that emanated from it. “Here, let me help you out.”
His strong arms lifted her up and down with a strong grip holding the blonde steady. The girl was back to moaning non-stop as she felt herself being fucked hard once again. And as he got her started, the woman didn’t even realize that her hips were moving out of her control, twerking her heavy and big ass over his dick while her hands dug into his shoulders.
She already had let her head hang about as her voice echoed in the room, but when Gray’s chilled touch reached her breasts once again, she stiffened like a board as her head was thrown back, her hips still a blur against his own. He just loved toying with her weak spots, even going so far as to treat her massive twins like udders as he pinched the tips and was trying to milk the blonde girl. “DON’T STOP!~ ABUSE MY TITS~ DON’T STOP!!”
As Lucy’s pleasure was growing, her tightness around Gray did as well. The dark haired mage was doing his damndest to not blow his load right then and there inside of the bombshell bouncing on his lap. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but he still had one trick up his sleeve to use against the sex crazed ex-hieress.
Groaning in want and sadness as the hands working on her boobs moved away, Lucy’s complaining was cut short as she felt him slap her butt, both of his cold hands digging into her cheeks and contrasting the heat they created from his impact.
Not stopping at just that, Gray could feel how Lucy tightened up to his swatting, so he did it again and again as he slowly made his way further to her backside. By the time he had finished, her ass was red and her tongue had lolled out of her mouth.
Not being able to hold back any longer himself, the ice mage spread open her ass and pushed his chilly finger inside of her asshole. As his fresh load blasted its way inside her, Lucy choked on her voice for a moment as she had such opposites of hot and cold surging into her body, feeling her ass and cunt being toyed with together. It was too much for her to take anymore; as she wrapped her arms around Gray and shoved his face between her breasts, she screamed.
“I’M CUMMING!!! OH GOD~!” Her exclamation of pleasure was so loud that it overtook the repeated banging of the walls and creaking of the bed. Her body writhed in euphoria and bliss as she motorboated her boyfriend- something he took full advantage of by kissing, nipping, and licking all over. By the time she finally stopped screaming, she wasn’t sure if the hanging mirror beside the bed had cracked from her voice, or their constant banging on the walls.
Falling down onto the bed, Gray left Lucy’s vast expanse as his head landed on a pillow, while the shorter blonde found herself against his chest, feeling and hearing his pounding heartbeat. As both of them panted and were drenched in sweat, they still felt ready to go- it was a testament to how resilient all of them had become to satiate their lust.
Shifting beneath the blonde, the ice maker mage pulled his rigid shaft out of her abused cunt.
“Fuu~uck.” Lucy groaned out as she pouted, putting her chin on his chest to make sure he could see her displeased expression.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He rolled his eyes at the pout she was giving him and nearly chuckled when it turned into a smile from his orders.
After she spent a few moments moving, Gray was kneeling behind Lucy when she moved one hand to spread her cheeks apart. Swaying her ass side to side, the slutty mage showed her asshole in full display while just below was her cunt still dripping with her man’s cum.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Gray asked as he placed his hands on her thin waist and lined himself up.
“If you need an invitation; I’ll gladly give one. Fuck my ass in two, pretty please.” She blew him a kiss as she looked over her shoulder.
Smiling at her, Gray leaned over and kissed her back as he slowly pushed himself inside her ass. He had only done it a few times in this hole since the first time at the Akane Resort, so he still wanted to take this nice and slow. Moving an inch or two at a time, the ice mage moved in and out, slowly digging himself deeper. “God damn, your ass is too good, it’s so tight.”
With her hands gripping the sheets, and her teeth grit with drool dribbling down her lips, Lucy couldn’t let out a moan as her body was struggling so much in trying to take him all in. Still, there was a fire in her eyes even as her body was twitching and trembling from masochistically feeling herself getting torn apart. It felt like she was always on the verge of shattering, and it was exhilarating.
Finally getting most of his cock inside of her, Gray started to pick up the pace and hurry his thrusts. Unable to keep herself from breaking apart, Lucy’s arms collapsed as she started to moan freely once again. Her mind felt like it was melting as her insides got rearranged. Her voice only grew louder as he grabbed her long flowing hair and pulled her up.
Her arms were dangling against the bed as she couldn’t find the ability to use them, her mind and body only able to focus on and understand the growing pleasure coming from her ass. Then as his other hand slapped against her red ass, her voice grew louder as she tightened up around his dick.
“MY ASS IS ON FIRE~!!” Her eyes were growing hazy and half lidded. “I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!”` At her confession, she slammed her own hips against his own while a crazed grin spread across her face. “FUCK ME HARDER!”
Gray was more than happy to comply as he pulled her in closer and wrapped his arms around her chest, digging his hands into her soft tits as his shaft was reaching even deeper inside the blonde from their new position.
Kissing along her neck and cheek, Lucy turned to meet Gray’s kisses as obscenities and moans slipped from her mouth whenever their lips parted. She didn’t know she still had it in her to pick her arms up and drape them over Gray, grabbing his head and digging her hands deeply into his hair to push him deeper into their kiss.
His dick was tearing her anus apart- she could swear it was bulging against her stomach. His hands worked her tits in the best way possible- just fondling her breasts and toying with her nipples sent her crazy. And his tongue knew exactly how to make her want more- making her gulp down their shared spit and have her face grow red from desire. It was all so great, it was all too much.
With all this stimulation, the busty blonde finally came again and let loose a string of incoherent words. Her body seized for a moment before loosening her grip on his head, a fucked stupid expression plastered over her face.
But Gray wasn’t done yet, his thrusts were as powerful and loud as ever, turning Lucy into even more of a mess. As the blonde couldn’t hold onto him anymore, Gray let go of her massive jugs and let her collapse on the bed once more. Hiking her waist up, the ice maker mage placed his hands on her thick cheeks that his hands slightly sank into and fucked the blonde woman with as much strength and vigor that he could muster.
His cool fingers felt nice on her abused ass. He was digging his hands into her firm and juicy cheeks before he raised one and clapped it back down on her butt. Seeing the bright red handprint he left behind, he smirked as his pants were growing heavier. He couldn’t last much longer, but he was going to make Lucy see god before this was all over.
His hands blurs as they slapped and molested her ass with reckless abandon. So much heat and cold was forming on there, so much that it felt like it was covered in ice cubes that were surrounding a bonfire.
Lucy’s moans were so loud and long that it was a miracle she hadn’t fainted yet. Her body was being rocked with so much pleasure that she couldn’t even remember her own name at the moment. She had no idea if she was cumming over and over from his unending assault, or if he was fucking her so good that she was stuck on cloud nine. She was just howling and moaning loud enough for everyone in the small village to hear.
With his lungs burning and body dripping with sweat, Gray couldn’t hold out much long. Pressing his chest against her back as he fucked her into the mattress, the dark haired man wrapped his hand around the blonde woman’s waist and sank his fingers into her cum filled cunt, pushing in three fingers together.
Another incoherent scream came as Lucy’s already blank mind was filled with even more ecstasy. As pleasure surged through her body like lightning, she felt her ass being filled with the same heat that was in her cunt.
When Gray thrusted into his girlfriend’s ass as his own climax rolled through his body, he was too distracted to notice the legs at the bottom of the bed breaking apart until he was falling over her and they slid along the sheets. As they laid on top of each other, a moaning, panting, sweating, burning, frozen mess, they slowly came down from their peaks and looked at the wrecked room.
The glass in the room all had cracks trailing down them. The wall had holes that were beaten into it from the bedposts repeatedly slamming. Anything they put on the shelves had either fallen off or were teetering over the edge. The dressers had gotten pushed away from the walls. And most of all, they were laying down in a completely broken bed.
The duo couldn’t help themselves from laughing at their situation. They really were Fairy Tail mages, collateral damage following them everywhere they went.
“I don’t think they’re going to send any more quests our way.” Gray told Lucy as he pulled out of her, lazily getting up to move the top part of the bed off to the side before it could fall on them.
“Definitely not.” She hummed out as she stretched her arms and puffed out her chest, leaning on her sides to not put any weight on her raw ass.
“How much do you think they’re gonna take from the payment?” He plopped himself back down on the bed and gently traced his chilled hands up her thighs.
“Shouldn’t be too bad, the structural damage is minimal, at least compared to what usually happens.” Lucy had her own hand trail against Gray’s muscular chest, down to his soft cock while they were casually chatting as they stared into the other’s eyes.
“I think they’re gonna complain about mental damage too though.” He chuckled at his own joke.
“In for a penny, in for a pound.” Lucy said back as she could feel Gray’s erection start to grow again.
“You really are incredible, you know that?” He said as he kissed her cheek.
“I wouldn’t be against you telling me more often.” She stuck her tongue out at him teasingly before he pounced on her.
As they moaned out the other’s name and the sounds of slapping skin came back in the room, they’d be in for quite a reward drop by the time they left by tomorrow morning. |
Title: (C) Getting Frisky
Chapter title: Back-Alley-Dealings
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(My Hero Academia): An average night on the streets between an upstanding hero Izuku and the blood crazy Toga.
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In the dead of night, running over rooftops and chasing a familiar face, Izuku followed the villain who kept narrowly avoiding his grasp. Every time he zigged, she zagged, and every dive was ducked. If he wasn’t wearing these restraint bracelets that Mei made for training, then he’d be able to use more than 5% of his power, but these two had been fighting each other for so many years that even going 10% might not be enough to catch her with how acrobatic her movements were and how well she read his motions.
What finally gave him the edge wasn’t due to skill or his target making a mistake, but rather sheer luck, as a roof tile she jumped on was knocked loose and destroyed her momentum, traction, and balance as she careened off the rooftop and down three stories to the backalleys. Plumitting to certain demise, they did nothing as they knew the hero “Deku” would catch them.
And in a flash of red and green, the blonde found his strong arms wrapping around her falling form, one supporting her neck and the other her lower back as he tried to slow her descent and lessen the impact. Jumping upwards off the wall they were nearby and taking most of the force off of them as he jumped off of the walls as he made his descent.
When his feet touched the ground, Toga escaped from his grasp as he loosened his grip to check her for injury, her knife kissing the edge of his ear as the green hero nearly got stabbed in the face. His heightened reflexes allowed him to evade getting injured, as he now struggled to take the knives out of her hands, the blood drinker finding and exploiting each minute opening Izuku had yet only ever grazing the very fringes of his super suit.
All it took was one over-extension as Izuku grabbed Himiko Toga’s wrist, using it to pull her around and press her arm behind her back, from there, he easily grabbed the other and disarmed her by pushing her arms into a position that would make most people start to cry in pain, but Toga was not like most people.
She let out a soft groan as her knives dropped the floor, her face flush with a deep red blush. “Mmm, looks like you caught me, Mr. 8.” She looked over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at her captor, feeling his gripe tighten as she hit a sore spot. Sometimes he was just too easy to mess with.
Deku himself had a dry smile in response to her teasing. After Tomura had been dealt with years ago, there hadn’t been any major issues, at least nothing as deadly as him. Even after graduation, as he rose through the leaderboards in his journey to become Number One and a Symbol of Peace. Yet while he enjoyed the peace, there was a small part of him that missed being so pumped with energy in the heat of battle.
But there was something that gave him far more enjoyment in this era of peace.
“So whatcha want me to do now, Hero? Am I going to be taken to your secret lair? Oh! What about locked up in the slammer?” Himiko swayed herself side to side in his hold.
“We’ve done this song and dance countless times, Toga, every time you escape, I get you, and every time I get you, I have to search you. I can’t give someone who always uses knives to the police without making sure it’s all clear first.” He held her hands to the stone wall and spread her legs. “Now don’t move.”
“Oh dear, I hope nothing bad happens to sweet little me.” She rubbed her ass against his crotch as she followed his orders.
The usually reserved man only blushed at her actions, but he didn’t back away as she was almost twerking against him. Starting his investigation he patted down her arms to check her poofy button-up sweater sleeves, moving on quickly to her modest chest as he grabbed handfuls of her modest melons and gave them a nice squeeze. Himiko hummed in content as he quickly moved on from her breasts to groping her tight abs and almost massaging her sides as he dug his fingers in to feel the muscles she had honed in life of violence. His hands continued to move lower and lower until he had her ass in the palm of his hands, as he slapped her cheeks, she let out a high pitched cry. Quickly moving under her skirt and palming her modest rear in his gloved hands.
Another quick slap to her bum got a squeak from the villain as Izuku turned her around to face him.
“It looks like you don’t have anything else on you, but I can’t let you go without making sure that you’re not hiding anything in some unseemly places.” Izuku pulled off his gloves.
“Oh no~” She dramatically cried. “Please don’t hurt me Mr. Hero.” Her pleas were topped with a ‘Boo-hoo’ as she kept her trademark maniacal smile.
“I’m doing a cavity search on you, now I’ll need you to strip.” He maintained a straight face as the blonde woman spoke ‘cry’ and ‘sob’, chewing the scenery with her playing around. They had done this for years now, and she still loved each and every time it happened, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have her little pleasures.
Removing all her buttons, Toga let each one slowly get undone as Izuku stared intently at her hands working her way down. Each button flinging to the side when released as her old outfit had become quite tight on her more mature body. Shrugging her outfit off, Toga revealed her black lace bra with red hearts. Leaving her lower half untouched as she kept on her short skirt and black panties, having her legs squeezed into the stockings she wore as her thick thighs lightly spilled over the edge.
Using his now uncovered hands, the green hero once again let his hands run along the villain’s body, but now he had his skin against hers and felt her form with even more clarity and precision. This time he worked from bottom to top, caressing her thick thighs before reaching her firm ass and giving it a squeeze beneath her panties. At her abdomen, he let his scarred fingertips trail along the toned muscle lines and scars Toga had on her body, her injuries also momentos of her less than respectable past. When her tits were before him, he went under her bra to pinch her nipples, but as he looked to her face, he saw why he had heard nothing from her since he began.
With her lips slightly parted, Toga’s blushing face revealed her sharp teeth biting on her tongue to keep her from speaking as drool was starting to form at the corners of her mouth.
He instantly moved his hands up and grabbed the side of her face and dived in for a kiss. His tongue shot through her open mouth and went on the offensive as she moaned into the kiss. He only pulled away when he felt his zipper coming undone and two slender hands pulling out his partially erect soldier.
“So is that cavity all clear, Number 8?” They were so close that they could feel the breath of the other on their face. “Or do you need to get something more… powerful to get the job done?” Her hands pumped his cock as she spoke, the rod getting taller and taller as it rose up to press against the villain’s underwear, trapped between her thighs.
As Izuku opened his mouth to speak, a noise from the side cut him short. His eyes went wide and his blood cold as something was coming towards them.
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And in the next three seconds, a man with a flashlight and a hat labeled “Security” rounded the corner, music blaring from his headphones as he looked around. His boss got all uppity when he saw the hero “Deku” chasing after someone, ordering everyone to go and do a sweep to make sure they didn’t break something or some shit like that, he honestly wasn’t paying much attention. But walking around so far, nothing was out of the ordinary. The trash was still in the garbage, the walls weren’t destroyed, and the hero and his enemy weren’t anywhere to be seen.
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Just ten feet above the unsuspecting, Izuku and Toga were still in their compromising position, although, maybe calling her “Uraraka” might be more apt.
Somehow while Izuku was looking away, she had taken a dose from a vial that was somewhere on her person, transforming into the bubbly “Uravity” and floating the two of them out of harm's way.
Izuku kept his eyes on the person below them, but Toga was far too selfish to let someone interrupt her friday night.
Thrusting her hips forwards, with Deku’s dick sandwiched in between her thighs and cunt. The hero had to bite his lip to stop any noise from spilling out, but as he turned to look towards “Uraraka” he found her lips pressing against his and her tongue playing with his.
As Toga gave him a thighjob, his mind traveled to some of their other escapades; how back in the day they fucked on the ceiling of his dorm with her wearing Uraraka’s form, the two nearly being caught there as Kaminari walked in asking for some spare lead. As Momo, she let him fuck those massive tits of hers behind the gymnasium, his loads getting splattered all between her breasts. With Mina, just a few weeks back she corroded the crotch of his hero outfit and had him take out his frustrations by using her horns as a brace to fuck her face. How, during the finals of his second year, she used Toru’s powers to be completely naked beneath his desk and blow him for the entire school day. In the Provisional License Exams, he fucked “Camie” in her skintight catsuit against the hard stone and nearly got caught by more than half a dozen people. And with “Tsuyu” he was simultaneously kissing part of her extraordinarily long tongue while more of it snaked out of his mouth and down his body to wrap around his shaft and fervently pump. But one of his favorite memories was how on his birthday, she showed up as Mitsuki Bakugo and let him take out the stress and anger he had towards his childhood bully on her. It was safe to say that she wasn’t able to walk for the next few days.
Coming back to reality, Izuku deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around the crazy girl’s waist, groaning into her mouth as her thrusts were killing him. Her stockings were rubbing against the underside of his shaft, the soft material feeling soothing on his raging erection. The bulk of his cock was pressing against her smooth and supple thighs, a heaven he didn’t want to leave just yet. And the very top of his dick was pressed against her hot, wet cunt. Both of their love juices were trailing down her legs and coating his third leg as things started to heat up.
Izuku moved his hips to match her pace, his hands started to grope and feel her body. Both of them had completely forgotten about the security guard that was beneath them not forty second prior, their kisses growing louder and sloppier, breathing more erratic and passionate. Bucking his hips like a wild animal, cum shot forth and sprayed all over the ass of “Uraraka” and even sticking against the inside of her skirt, the white liquid contrasting deeply against her dark clothes.
As the duo floated to the ground, Izuku let his head rest against Toga’s as he panted, he’d been pent up and that was something he was looking forward to the next time they did this, and Toga rested her head against his shoulder, the persona she wore dripping off her body as she used him for support, feeling intense vertigo and unbalance thanks to using Uraraka’s power.
After their quick breather, Toga was pushed onto her knees before him. “I tried to say this earlier, but I need to use a better tool to search you.” He finished his sentence by slapping his slick cock against her face, loving the look on her face as she breathed in his scent and drool leaked out of her mouth.
Grabbing her head by the base of her hair, Deku pulled back so his tip was just against Toga’s mouth, her mouth already spread wide with her tongue stretching out to get a taste of it. Then he rammed himself down to the base in one thrust. After their years of various sexual acts, the blood drinker had honed her body to the point that she could fuck her favorite hero without needing to be cared for like a china doll. If Deku wanted a rough time, she was more than happy to comply, though she’d always get her fun out of it too. Rubbing her tongue along the pistoning member, she carefully avoided all of his weak spots to better tease him into going even harder.
Her plan seemed to work as her face was buried deep into his dark green bush with his balls slapping her chin. Feeling the wet patch in her crotch growing again, Toga moved one hand to rub around the pussy lips now visible through her underwear, and the other played with the Hero’s balls, making his dick twitch inside her throat from her expert teasing.
Even with years of experience, Toga was starting to see spots as her lungs burned for air, but the she-devil didn’t want to go out with a whimper. Letting her mouth close ever so slightly as Izuku slammed her face against his crotch, the points of her sharp teeth lightly grazed against the entire length of his cock as he pulled her back. The feeling of her pearly whites sliding along his shaft made the hero pause as his knees almost buckled, and that was all the time Toga needed. Using her two hands to jerk off his spit dripping rod and sloppily making out with the head. As she heard his guttural groan of pleasure, his member also pulsed as it shot forth its burning cum into her waiting mouth.
Drinking everything down expertly, the blonde knew from her countless “confrontations” with the boy wonder that this load was going to die down soon, so she moved back and left her mouth open and tongue begging as his last few ropes of cum sprayed on her face and tits.
Scooping up the pearl necklace she was given and letting it drip into her mouth, Toga eyed the dying erection and saw that her show had been much appreciated.
“So it looks like you weren’t hiding anything in there, but that doesn’t mean you’re not keeping it hidden elsewhere.” Izuku put his hands beneath Toga’s arms and lifted her to her feet before grabbing her thick pillowy thighs and slamming her back against the stone wall. “Let’s check here next.” He said, as his cockhead pressed against her underwear and pushed itself slightly inside, teasing the blonde like she had done with him just moments prior.
Biting her lower lip, Toga gave a pout as she didn’t want to break first, but had been worked up far too much to hold out. Using one hand to push her underwear to the side, the villainess had the other one beneath her bra as she readied herself to be fucked stupid.
As his large girth slowly pushed into her sobbing cunt, her head rolled back and thudded against the wall. Rubbing her hardened clit, Toga lolled her tongue to the side as she let the pleasure seep into her being. Those slow and powerful thrusts pushing deeper and deeper inside of her needy core. When he finally bottomed out inside of her, Himiko felt the tip kissing against her womb and a wave of content and joy came over her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him from pulling out more than half of his dick.
Turning her head back down, she could see the deep look of concentration over the muscular man’s face, sweat dripping down his brow as his hot panting breaths were peppering her face.
But instead of diving in for another deep and wonderful make-out session, Toga pushed a tit out of her bra and made a show of playing with it; pulling, rubbing, twisting. She could feel his breathing growing more and more erratic at the sight, so she put her tongue out to slowly lick along her breast, kissing and nibbling her way up to her rosy red nipple suck on her own perky peaks with the most innocent look she could muster.
The sight was too much for the hero as his hips started to buck quickly and wildly, scraping her back up and down the hard, rock wall. His cock slamming against her insides with as much force as he could without using One for All. The green man’s erratic movements ended as he bottomed out and pressed himself against the blood drinking maniac, his hands digging deeply into her ass as his seed shot into her waiting cunt.
Her toes curled as her tight cunt squeezed even harder around him in climax, forcing all of his excess cum onto the alleyway floor. With the high being so grand, Toga couldn’t help herself as she bit into Izuku’s shoulder, her teeth digging into his costume as her body was being overcome with sheer pleasure.
As their orgasm died down, the sweat caked duo pulled away from each other. Toga saw her handiwork, her teeth had broken through the suit and left bright red marks in their wake. Izuku witnessed the sweat rolling down her disheveled form as his spunk was still oozing out of her abused cunt.
“How you gonna explain that to Mei?” Toga drummed her fingers along the tear she made in his outfit.
“What else but the truth? I got it when searching a villain and they bit back.” He playfully nibbled on her nose before recomposing himself.
“So, it looks like you’re clear here too, but there’s one last place I need to check.” Izuku pulled back as Toga unwrapped her legs and stood on her own once again. “Can you please turn around?
“Oh no, please Mr. 8, not there.~” She moved her hands to her rear and swung her hips side to side while speaking, the jovial tone and act conflicting with her worried expression.
“Am I going to need to use force?” His brow rose as he put his hand on her shoulder.
“Oh please no.~” Despite her words, she was dripping in want begging him with her gaze to do just that.
And in the next second, her arms were held behind her back by one hand as the other pressed her face against the stone wall. Though his grip laxed slightly when he saw red lines crossing along her back, marks made from pounding her against the rough wall. Any worry he had was moved aside, however, when Toga stuck her butt up to hotdog the scruffy haired man.
Without letting go of the arms he was restraining, Deku pulled them down her back so he could hook his thumb in her panties and pull it to the side to reveal her tight ring of muscles between her two doughy cheeks.
Pressing his head against it, he made a sound that could only be described as a hiss. Her embrace was something he could never get used to, but always felt completely fantastic when it happened. Toga on the other hand was letting out a low groan as this monolith of man meat was pounding against her intestines, there were honestly times when she thought he’d fuck her so hard that she’d end up spewing cum from her mouth as her insides couldn’t take all of it. The sensation of his cum still dripping out of her cunt and his log being shoved up her ass was something phenomenal.
Getting halfway inside of her, Izuku bent down to kiss and lick at the red marks maring her perfect skin. Showing his apologies and niceness even while he was getting ready to piston his cock right back into her sphincter.
Slowly working his way deeper and deeper inside of the burn asshole of the criminal, both parties felt the toll of the night falling on them, they knew this was going to be the end of it and wanted to leave it off with a bang.
Letting go of her hands and head, Izuku pulled one leg off of the floor and pushed Toga into a vertical split as his rod was ramming into her anus, forcing her turn on her side as she looked him in the eyes as he fucked her raw, only to have him dive towards her and kiss her once again. His tongue was exploring her mouth once again and with her leg using his shoulder for support, he was free to use his hands however he wanted. And Izuku wanted to send Toga to cloud 9.
Using his left hand, he hooked it under her body and played with her hanging breasts as his right hand moved down to her pussy and used the thumb to play with her clit and sank two fingers into her cum filled cunt.
All that stimulation was too much as Toga’s eyes rolled back and her ass clenched around Deku’s dick, her box squeezing around his fingers as she nearly squirted onto the floor.
With his shaft getting sucked dry, Izuku couldn’t hold out as he painted her insides white. Still thrusting into her as he kept his sexual attack going to keep her cumming for as long as he could.
After a few minutes, Izuku could feel his erection finally die while Toga leaned heavily on his shoulder. Pulling away from the kiss, he saw an expression of pure bliss on Toga’s face.
Moving his hands out of their positions, Izuku brought up his cum covered fingers to her mouth as she greedily sucked them clean, her tongue finding each and every drop of essence that stained his fingers.
And finally, the hero stood up straight and pulled out, getting a clear picture of her shrinking asshole trying to keep all of his cum inside.
“Well, it looks like you weren’t hiding anything.” He spoke as he put his soft member away and placed her leg back down. Nearly jumping for her when he saw her legs give out.
“Ha...ha… So that means I can go to your secret hideout now?” She mused, seemingly unperturbed by the lack of ability to use her legs.
Izuku nodded to her. “Yup.” He kneeled down with his back facing her as he waited for her to climb on.
Making sure to grab her sweater, knives, and his gloves off the floor, Toga wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her up into a piggyback.
As Toga adjusted her underwear to try and keep anything from spilling out, Izuku jumped to the rooftops and made his way back home.
“Jeeze, Zuzu, did you have to ride my ass so hard? I gotta meet Mina tomorrow for yoga.” Her hair was flying around as the wind blew around them.
“Sorry, I just wanted to make up for scratching up your back.” The hero frowned as he remembered.
Even with his face not visible from her position, Himiko knew exactly that her boyfriend was moping. And with a flick of her wrist, she brandished her knife and brought it down on his head.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Her fake weapons squeaked against his head as the realistic looking plastic collided with his head and compressed like a dog toy.
“Dummy, if I didn’t like it, then I would have said something.” She kept “stabbing” him even after she stopped speaking.
“Yeah, I know you’re right.” His frown was replaced by a smirk at her “merciless attack” on him.
“So which roleplay do you wanna try next? Paying off a debt, rape, reverse rape, a hero getting rewarded for a job well done? Ooooh, what about dealing with a drunk and horny girl?” Her face was burning red as she beamed with more smutty ideas.
“Maybe we should take a rest for a few days before picking what next?... plus I already deal with that last one whenever you get back from Girls’ Night.” He muttered as the kinky couple continued to leap off into the night.
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Title: (C) Nami's Favorite Bar
Chapter title: Fake-Straw-Hats
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Commissioned by J- Returning to Sabody after spending two years training on an island populated exclusively by old men, Nami makes the most of a bad situation to end up bow legged by a thick cock.
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“Hey lady, what say you join me at my table. A pretty girl like you? It’d be nice to celebrate my return with you on my arm.” The large man leaned his back against the bar as he attempted to pick up the bombshell of a woman who had just walked into the bar.
“Not interested.” She hadn’t hesitated for even a moment. “Hey barkeep-”
“Now hold on a second.” His tone was far rougher and angry when he cut her off. “I take it you don’t know that I’m Straw Hat Luffy. I’ve got a whole fleet of goons joining up with me here at Sabody, and I’m giving you the honor of a personal invitation.”
Turning her head to look at the man, Nami was nonplussed as she looked at the obvious impersonator. She honestly wondered what was wrong with the people who bought his lie. Sure they were gone for two years, but he was twice Luffy’s height, and his neck melded in with his head. Looking back to the bartender, she spoke again. “Whiskey on the-”
The click of a hammer caught the Navigator’s attention. Looking right, she saw the fake Luffy holding a gun, pointing it squarely at her head. “You’re a real bitch.” He held a malicious grin as he spoke. “I only wanted you to sit around, but now I wanna show you just how bad of a decision you made.”
Putting her chin on her hand, Nami rolled her eyes at the threat the bulky man gave her. After dealing with Weatheria and all the crazy locations she stopped by while on her way to Sabody, she’d learned more than enough to deal with this self-important idiot with barely any effort. Just get him distracted by her body and go for one of her climatact pipes, then he’d be on his ass in an instant.
“I’m gonna take your smokin hot bod, and fuck you in the back room until you’re squealing on my cock. I’ll have you begging to be forgiven for your bitchy attitude, to join my crew so you can have this dick every day and every night.” The liar pressed the pistol directly against the side of her head as he spoke.
It was those statements that gave Nami pause. She could just kick this idiot’s ass and steal his money, or she could enjoy herself and rob him blind afterwards. She looked back over his body, while he didn’t look like the model specimen of a man, he was a towering height, and if his dick was actually proportional. After two years of being surrounded by old men who did nothing but talk about weather sciences, Nami was the most desperate she’d ever been for some good sex.
Grinning, Nami gave her rate. “If you want me, it’ll be 50,000 Berries an hour.”
The impostor looked at her with confusion as he looked back and forth between her and the gun in his hand. “You’re charging me?”
“You know what, you’re Straw Hat Luffy, right?”
“Y-yes I am the great and-” Before he could continue boasting lies, Nami continued.
“Then I suppose your rate can be 100,000 Berries, after all, you’d be the most famous customer I’ve served.”
The tan skinned man just laughed at her ridiculous statements. “You know what, sure. I’ll pay you when it’s all over.” He joked, looking at the bar before him, an idea crossed his mind for what he could do before they ended up in his room. “Why don’t you give everyone a show and give us a little dance?” The dark haired man gestured his gun to the bar itself.
Getting out of her seat, Nami huffed. “I’ll give you a taste, but I’m expecting a tip for all this extra work.” Grabbing at her waistband, Nami cocked her hips left and right as she slowly stripped off her pants. If she hadn’t gotten everyone’s attention because of the gun being pointed at her face, she certainly got it now. With her big ass and mile long legs visible for all to see, Nami stood with an air of pride and arrogance in the backwater bar while wearing only her swimsuit top, bottoms, and platform sandals.
Using the barstool as a stepping stone to get on the bar, there were already men cheering and leering at her body. Everyone was so preoccupied at staring at her curves, none of them realized that she had brought her climatact up with her. Combining the sectioned staff, she stuck it securely against the bar and ceiling.
Starting slow, Nami gave a simple twirl around the pole, showing off her tits and ass to the captivated audience. Getting a bit spicier, the nimble woman gripped the make-shift stripper pole and sank down, letting everyone focus on her ass, especially her fake Captain that had the closest seat by far to witness all of Nami’s moves. When she nearly reached the bar, Nami gave her ass a slap, earning an uproaring cheer from the bar patrons, the shouting only growing more intense when she started to twerk. Shaking her ass up and down, Nami looked over her shoulder to see the men filled bar was entirely captivated by her moves; even the few women that were here couldn’t look away.
Gyrating her butt, Nami slowed her movements down again before reminding everyone how top heavy she was. Gripping the pole, Nami revealed her surprising core and lower body strength as she pushed herself against the blue rod, locking her legs around the pole and leaning backwards to give a dip, her hands holding onto her huge breasts, teasing the audience by lightly tugging on her bikini top, but never giving them what they wanted.
Pulling herself back up, Nami pressed herself against the climatact, smothering the blue rod between her heavy tits while she slid down the pole once again, this time pressing her bikini covered crotch against it.
The whole bar was filled with hooting and hollering from such a hottie giving them all a free show. When ‘Luffy’ told her to get down, she could plainly see the bulge in his pants, and in every other man’s.
Even though the man was still holding his gun at her, Nami first grabbed her pants and climatact before she followed him to the back room. There was no way she was going to let any of these low lives steal from her, she had to be the one to steal from them.
When she walked into the door, the burly man didn’t waste any time to get to his prize. “Strip.”
Looking over her shoulder, Nami pulled at the knot holding her top, slowly dragging it away and letting the man see her casually drop her bikini to the side in a pile with the rest of her outfit. Then she did the same for her bottoms, but this time the brute licked his lips as he saw her fat ass be completely bare.
Turning around, Nami nearly took him out with an unintentional happiness punch as he gazed upon her majestic body. Her tits were almost the size of her head, but somehow defied gravity and stayed perky without even a hint of sag, and seeing her hairless cunt made the man in front of her almost painfully hard.
Leaning down, the faker pushed Nami’s chin up with the barrel of his gun and pressed his lips against hers; his tongue delving into her mouth and dominating the kiss as he drank all of her in. While his other hand reached down and gave her ass a smack that was louder and harder than what she gave herself when dancing, leaving a red hand print behind and Nami moaning into the kiss.
When he pulled back, he had a smug look on his face as he looked down at the orange haired woman, seeing her as nothing more than his new plaything. “Suck me off.”
Such an overpowering kiss was something that Nami loved after being so sexually starved. Licking her lips, she got down on her knees and started to undo his pants. “You got it, big boy.”
Opening her mouth in disbelief, Nami thought that she may have bit off a bit more than she could chew. Going from no dick in two years to this massive cock might be more of a challenge than she expected.
Staring at it in shock, the large man just laughed at her expression as he slapped it against her face. “Come on now, where’s all that bravado gone?”
Swallowing any doubt, Nami grabbed his rigid member with her soft hand and started stroking it. “I mean, I guess it’s big. But I figured that someone with your reputation would be even bigger.” Nami lied through her teeth. This man’s meat was thick enough that she couldn’t wrap her fingers around it, not even bringing up how long it was. It might be one of the biggest ones she’d ever seen. But she’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
Before he could give any angry response, the man wearing the frayed straw hat let out a deep groan at Nami’s tongue sliding across his tip, giving her a taste of his murky pre-cum. At first he was happy with what she was doing, but soon found it boring that she wasn’t trying harder.
Placing his free hand on the back of her head, the false Captain shoved Nami further down his cock to try and make her suck him off. Bobbing her head up and down his rod like she was nothing more than a toy for him. But even with him pushing Nami past her limits without a care, she still couldn’t take his entire bitch breaker of a dick inside her throat. Luckily enough, Nami had two very big, and very soft, things to help with that.
Her slobber had fallen entirely over his darker shaft, which helped a lot to let the Navigator’s pillowy breasts slide up and down the parts that she absolutely couldn’t deal with. The dark haired man wasn’t about to complain, thrusting his hips against her magnificent breasts that were pressed nicely against his raging hard on, and fucking the annoying bitch’s face-- finally giving her mouth something better to do than complain and whine.
By the time things started to go blurry and spots were popping up in her vision, Nami heard the large man let out a deep groan and felt his dick surge. Showing just how much experience she had on her time out on the high seas, the Cat Burglar swallowed every drop that went past her lips just as easily as she drank beer.
Pulling her off his cock, the tall man looked down at her lewd panting face with lines of drool still connecting her lips to his rock hard shaft. “You’re a bigger slut than you let on with that outfit.”
Wanting to say a witty remark, Nami found herself unable to as she was easily tossed onto the bed without any effort from the armed man. His pants and underwear were already bundled around his ankles, so in the short time it took him to walk to the bed, he had thrown his cardigan and dollar store straw hat to the side.
Looming over the orange haired woman, the huge man sank one of his hands into Nami’s thick boobs while lining himself up with the younger girl’s wet pussy. Not wasting any more time, the man rammed his hips forward with enough force to make the bed quake and violently slam against the wall.
Instead of screaming her lungs out from being impaled on such a mighty cock, Nami had all the air knocked out of her. While she couldn’t say anything, her expression spoke louder than any moans she could have given. The tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as the pain from his roughness mixed so addictively with the pleasure she got from being fucked by a log. Those same brown eyes were already rolling to the back of her head.
Nami wasn’t having sex, she was being fucked. His hands were rough and glued to her tits, molesting her fat twins and treating them like his own personal toys. She didn’t need to thrust or grind against the big man’s motions, he was already going at her with full strength and voracity, trying to show the bitch who had worked him up so much her proper place beneath his feet.
The wooden bedframe creaked and slammed while it skidded against the floor and smashed against the wall, the cracks in the drywall showing just how hard this man was going, the sounds even coming through into the bar.
Not content with his assault on her body, the pretender leaned over the jaw dropping woman, pressing his fat and heavy body against hers. Nami could feel his burning breath against her chest before he started to lick and suck on her tits, staining her glorious skin with red marks of hickies and bites.
Loving the way he was abusing her body, Nami put her hands on his head and dug her fingers into his hair, shoving him closer against her body and motorboating the ugly bastard with an angelic chorus of moans leaving her mouth.
Her body was used as his play toy, and with such a massive fucking cock spliting her in two, the cat burglar wouldn’t mind that for quite a while. She had no idea how much time had passed when she finally came, only able to focus on the sheer euphoria that was coursing through her body after being so starved for relief for two long and hard years.
With this slut beneath him milking her new captain for everything he was worse, the man let out a groan as he painted her insides white. His burning hot sperm filled her cunt to the brim before it spilled out of her pussy and onto the bed. Both parties let out howls of pleasure while grinding against each other to take every single drop of bliss they could from their first of many climaxes.
Her orgasmic cries were music to his ears, making the man still feel terribly unsatisfied after such a mind melting orgasm. Deciding that he had enough fun with her front, the heavy set fake Straw Hat Pirate pulled himself off of her body and spun the delirious girl over to her front.
With his huge dick still buried inside her, Nami writhed in euphoria from the way his cock reshaped her insides. Finding herself being picked up on all fours, to try and keep herself from falling over from what was about to come, the orange haired seductress braced herself against the bed frame.
Despite his big frame and even bigger waistline, the dark haired man’s hips moved at a ludicrous speed, pounding against Nami’s fat and wonderful ass. With the force of his thrusts, Nami would have had her face pressed against the rough wooden headboard had the man’s thick and sweaty hands not dug into her sides and pump her along his length while helping keep her steady.
Enjoying the girl beneath him as best he could, the impostor’s hands drifted. Moving away from her thin waist that felt surprisingly toned for how flat it looked, to her juicy ass that quaked and wobbled from the power of his hips slamming against hers. Digging his thick fingers into her jiggly cheeks, loving the softness they held in contrast to his rough and avaricious manhandling of her body. He treated her like she was nothing more than a cheap whore, and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
Reeling his hand back, the smack echoed through the room and left a bright red handprint in its wake. The man was taking great pleasure in how he was degrading this proud woman that pissed him off, not stopping after just one hit to her plump butt. Her cries of pain and pleasure drowned the room and were easily heard by the bar patrons on the other side of the wall. Her honeypot getting tighter at every harsh slap she suffered.
Nearly drooling over herself, Nami’s vision was a haze as she was howling in masochistic pleasure. Sweat was dripping down her body and her hands held a white knuckle grip against the bed that shockingly didn’t shatter underneath so much abuse happening on top of it. The weather witch soon found herself overcome with ecstasy once again and almost collapsed in a heap. Her unsteady hands began to shake and twitch when she felt another flood of cum spray her insides a creamy white.
Yet again, the fake Straw Hat Luffy showed himself to at least have enough endurance to steal that name, the big man still not taking a moment’s break as he moved to his next position.
Pulling his cock out of her abused cunt, letting his spunk drip out and Nami moan at the loss, she didn’t have to wait long as the dark haired man spread her cheeks and pressed his fat and bulbous tip against her backdoor.
“FU~CK~!!” Nami screamed to the high heavens, never having anything this big inside her ass before. Her body still reeling from the harsh fucking she was being put through. Without any rest, she felt the fat man move his hands over her body once more, pressing his chest against her back while his hands went back to toy with her swaying tits.
Since he couldn’t suck on her breasts, the tanned man chose to milk the woman like a cow. Rolling his hands on her milk jugs and squeezing her teats between his fat fingers. Driving Nami absolutely crazy with how he played with her nipples and rode her ass harder than any partner she had before him. Her ass was still burning red from just how many and how harsh the slaps he threw down like divine thunder were. He was absolutely relentless in his domination of the naughty navigator.
Nami felt a sharp pain from a rough grip on the back of her head. With her hair being used as a handhold, she found her head being turned to the side. Moving like the man wanted, the orange haired beauty had her lips captured by the overly cocky pirate once again. His tongue was delving deep into her mouth and overpowering her, leaving her lightheaded and panting whenever he broke the kiss for a brief respite.
After more than enough time of her ass being split apart Nami’s clouded mind regained focus for a moment when she felt his dick twitch and throb while his familiar warmth flooded her asshole. Melting into the continued kiss, she couldn’t keep her grip on the bed frame anymore as she fell down on the bed, her ass being pumped with cum, tit still being molested, and her mouth completely dominated. Her climax was more subdued than her prior ones, but she still drank in every second of the moment and let the big lug use her in the best ways possible.
While her head was clouded and her thoughts mired, she could hear people barging into the room and talking, the grip on her hair released as the tanned man replied. Lazilly turning her head to see a tall skinny man with sunglasses and a blue ducktail hairstyle followed by a man with a yellow mask who was somehow even taller and fatter than Fake Luffy. There was some back and forth that she couldn’t understand, but she was fully aware of the cock pulling out of her tight ass.
Seeing the two newcomers strip, Nami spoke between her pants. “This is… gonna cost… extra.”
The group only laughed at her statement, the two men just flipped her over onto her back and got ready for their turn. The captain sat off at the side for a breather while his fellow impersonators got ready. Fake Franky pressed his own shaft against Nami’s soft lips, while Fake Usopp held her legs and pressed his length into her pristine pussy.
With every man in the room being eight feet or taller, Nami certainly didn’t have any size complaints as she was fucked without remorse from both ends. Both fakers pumped with as much power as they had, the blue haired man molesting her boobs while he saw his outline bulging against her throat, while the mask wearer nearly had her in a mating press with how he held her legs.
Despite already being fucked for so long, Nami still was filled with energy; using her tongue to make the Franky impersonator weak kneed, and her hips were grinding against every thrust that split her in two from Usopp’s double.
Soon enough, Nami coaxed a climax out of both men, neither one able to last long against her charm and experience. Even as she came, her body shivered with pleasure all while she gulped down every drop past her lips, and found rope after rope filling her core.
When they pulled back, the navigator took a small breather while they moved her around again. Pulling her up to her knees, Nami found herself completely surrounded; ‘Franky’ was in front of her, ‘Usopp’ behind, and ‘Luffy’ pressing her face against his hard member.
With a mad blushing smile covering her face, Nami was flowing with joy when all of her holes were fucked with reckless abandon. After such a long time without sex, she couldn’t believe that she’d hit the goldmine and get gangbanged by some of the biggest dicks she’d ever seen in her life.
Her head was pumped back and forth without any kindness, making her jaw ache; she loved it. Her body was filled to new extremes, while the underlings wouldn’t move in sync, only seeking to get the best pleasure out of it for themselves, they did end up shoving their bitchbreakers inside of her at the same time countless times. The sensation of being stuffed to the brim would have made her wail in euphoria if her lips weren’t stretched around a log shoving its way into her gullet.
It was noisy, messy, chaotic; any normal woman would feel disgusted by it all, but Nami reveled in such debauchery. Time became a blur as her mind was washed away, every load they shot edged her closer to nirvana. She was being buried in their steaming white cum, getting drunk from the smell and taste of it all. She had lost count of her own orgasms, but that didn’t matter when she wanted to drain every last drop out of the poor bastards who thought she was an easy mark. It took until the sun set on that day, but Nami felt completely and utterly satisfied.
Xx Xx Xx Xx
Pulling her pants back on and tugging at her top to make sure it was on tight, Nami smiled while she raided the unconscious men’s clothes for all the cash and valuables they had.
“Damn.” She had a grin on her face as she tallied the total. “Did the idiots you tricked give you this much to join your bogus crew?” Her chuckles fell on deaf ears. “Thanks for your patronage, and I’ll take a bonus for myself. Don’t hesitate to call for me if you’re in town and you have the money.”
With a final goodbye, Nami left the mummified men in the back room. After such a nice stress relief, she couldn’t wait to see everyone… Though first she’d need a shower, if Robin found out about this, she wouldn’t hear the end of this for a long while. |
Title: (Commission) A Taste Above the Rest
Chapter title: A-Taste-Above-Rest
Story Description:
Angela and Hana have been together for some time, and spend much of this time exploring each other's bodies and exploring new kinks. Tonight, after a long, hot day stuffed inside of of her MEKA, Hana gets her ass eaten by her loving girlfriend. But on this night the doctor cannot be sated, and deeper, previously hidden kinks come to light, and Hana learns just how much her girlfriend loves her ass.
Games: Overwatch
Story Content:
Angela Ziegler was utterly infatuated with Hana’s body. She was sitting on their bed with her back resting against the headrest while she watched D.Va play her game. The girl had only been home for fifteen minutes and was already engrossed in her practice matches. She’d had a hard day and from what Angela had gathered, the entirety of it had been spent inside of her MEKA, which wasn’t unusual, only this time her cooling system had malfunctioned and she hadn’t had the time to fix it. So her day had been spent cooped up inside of that thing and, without any way to filter the hot air out and allow cool air in, she’d practically been suffocating inside of it. Even her hair was frizzy from all the heat. Her brunette locks spilled out messily across her back as she gamed.
Hana hadn’t even had time for a shower when she got home. Her Esports team was having their penultimate practice session before a big tournament that would be held on the following weekend. Angela never got too into her tournament stuff and such, just like Hana never involved herself in Angela’s doctor stuff, but she did watch her girlfriend play from time to time. Right now, though, she was finding it incredibly difficult to look at the game. Her eyes and her nose were drawn to Hana’s tired, sweaty body.
The gamer hadn’t even gotten out of her bodysuit. It clung to her like glue and even managed to get the bedsheets a little damp. This was what Mercy was currently infatuated with. Hana was lying on her stomach, with her feet next to Angela and her bubbly little ass jutting buoyantly up and capturing Angela’s attention. Her bodysuit was skin tight and showed off every feature, every little curve of her ass. It even slipped between her cheeks a little. Her girlfriend seemed completely oblivious to the effect it had on Angela. She was honed in on the game, focused solely on it while she spoke to her teammates through her headset. It was as if Mercy wasn’t even there.
In stark contrast to her partner, Angela was perfectly clean. She’d just taken a shower not but a few hours ago, and her blonde hair was pulled back into her usual ponytail. She personally liked being clean, but she liked Hana the most when she was filthy.
While Hana barked commands and callouts into her mic, Angela slipped one of her fingers down under her waistband. She was wearing comfortable, homely clothing; a pair of sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. It was her day off and she’d stayed inside all day, cleaning up or watching television. But now she had something far more enthralling to focus on.
Angela’s pussy was already wet by the time her fingers found it. Her index finger worked between her folds, gently caressing the warm flesh while her thumb began rubbing her clit. Her eyes were glued to Hana’s ass, which tensed up from time to time during any particularly intense fights or whatever was going on in the match. Angela could smell her from here. Her feet were uncovered, but she didn’t really focus on those smells. Every part of Hana’s body was perfect in her eyes, but what she always wanted most of all was her ass. She’d grown accustomed to the way Hana’s body smelled when exerted or tired or clean or in any state at all, really. It was faint from this distance, but Angela could pick up faint traces of Hana’s unwashed ass from where she was sitting. It made her mouth water and her cunt leak and her thumb worked double time over her clit. This wasn’t going to be enough, though. It never was.
Angela had never seen Hana in such a state before. She was sweatier than Angela had ever seen before, and it was driving her mad just from the faint scent she could pick up from here. The smell of Hana’s feet was saltier than her other parts, and while that was good in itself, Angela just really needed more of her ass. And so she lifted herself up onto her knees slowly, so as not to disturb her partner’s focus, and began to sneak on her hands and knees over to that delectable rear.
The smell washed over her as she loomed over Hana’s rear. The tight, bubbly cheeks popped out against the skintight bodysuit and when Angela gave the flesh a little poke, it rippled slightly in response. The blonde doctor glanced up at her partner, looking for any kind of response or sign of frustration, but it seemed as though Hana hadn’t even noticed, as engrossed in the game as she was. Angela smiled at that and lowered her head until it lingered a few inches above that perfect bubbly butt. She inhaled again and basked in the stench and heat that assaulted her senses. She moaned and her hand returned to her pussy and rubbed against it through her pants. Her panties began to stick to her wetness.
Angela didn’t want to interrupt D.Va’s game time. Really, she didn’t. But she just couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t fair for Hana to just lie there, butt in full view, after a sweaty day, and expect Angela to be able to contain herself. And so Angela pressed her face down and engulfed herself in Hana’s stink. It seemed that this was what finally made Hana realize what her girlfriend was doing.
“What the hell? How can you do something so gross and call yourself a doctor?” D.Va attempted to wiggle, bucking her hips to dislodge her partner. This didn’t work, of course.
“You know saying that never works on me, dear,” Angela only lifted her head up long enough to respond, and quickly resubmerged herself upon completion.
“What? No, not you guys. I’m talking to my girlfriend, she’s trying to… distract me.” Hana spoke into her microphone. She turned her head back towards Angela for a moment, “they said hi.”
Angela raised her hand and waved at the microphone. She did hope, for Hana’s sake, that she wasn’t sniffing so loud that her teammates could hear it. Not that that would have stopped her from doing it, though.
“They also say to stop distracting me.”
Angela shook her head in defiance, making Hana’s cheeks jiggle as she tried to stuff her face deeper between them. The suit was in the way and wouldn’t allow Angela to go any deeper than about an inch between her cheeks. But even when only this deep, Angela was practically drowning in Hana’s musky odor. Yet she kept trying to press herself further. She wanted to feel it through her bodysuit; Hana’s asshole. She used her hands in an attempt to force the fabric to stretch just a bit further, but it was clearly a losing battle. Hana’s suit was made of strong stuff and it refused to stretch any more than it was designed to. The suit wasn’t designed to be wedged between Hana’s bubbly cheeks. Angela lifted her head up, catching her breath and finally conceding in her battle against the bodysuit.
“You know, I’ve said this before, but this is one of the most convenient things I’ve ever seen.” Angela unzipped the bottom part of D.va’s suit, which allowed her to uncover her ass and pussy. This little unzippable pocket was made to allow wearers to be able to attend to their needs without having to strip completely.
“Mhm,” Hana sounded annoyed.
The inside of her suit was glistening and sticky. Her ass had been trapped in this suit for hours on end while the inside of her M.E.K.A became hotter and hotter throughout the day. The smell hit Angela in a sudden burst as she peeled the suit away and she moaned in response. She’d forgotten entirely about her own needs by this point. Her pussy was drenched now and her panties clung to her like glue, but she didn’t notice. She was too focused on this delectably humid and pungent bubble butt.
It was this exact clash of beauty and dirtiness that made Angela go wild. Hana Song was beautiful. Her body was beautiful, and she was often clean. But right now she was filthy. She smelled, she was unwashed, and she was worn out. It was this contrast that made Angela drawn to her ass at all times. It was cute and bubbly and warm, but it was also always the dirtiest part of Hana’s body. It was the most taboo part of her body. It was the part of her body that Angela loved best.
Angela worshiped Hana’s ass –as well as the rest of her body– as often as she could. Her libido was far stronger than Hana’s most of the time, but the younger woman would end up getting into it eventually. Even when she was practicing with her teammates. She would act annoyed at first, just like she currently was, but she didn’t actually dislike it. If she did, Angela wouldn’t do it.
Now Angela could spread her girlfriends cheeks, sink her head in deeper, and let them collapse back around her head and surround her in that strangely captivating stench. Her nose finally found Hana’s asshole and when it did it simply lingered there for a moment. The dark ring was sticky, after being cooped up in her suit for so long. Then she breathed in and let it overtake her mind like a haze. If her sniffs and snorts were noisy before, now they were straight up deafening.
Hana’s face grew red, not that Angela could see at the moment, out of fear that her teammates could hear the commotion. None of them commented on it, and she was sure that they would have if they heard it. Maybe they were just being polite. Damn it, she had to focus on the game. But the cool air on her asshole felt so good. Maybe this could be the last match of the night.
As Hana huffed and mumbled and tried to adjust her position, all attempts to ignore her girlfriend, Angela smiled from between her cheeks. Hana could feel it and that only made her grow more flustered. When Angela’s tongue wormed its way over to her spongy asshole she flinched and gasped. Then she grumbled and began wrestling with her controller before letting out a sigh.
“You just got me killed, you know.”
In response Angela let out a proud hum which sent a gentle vibration across Hana’s cheeks. Her tongue continued dancing across Hana’s butthole unabated by her faux annoyance. She knew that by now Hana was likely just as eager for practice to end as she was. As if to prove her assumptions correct, Angela’s chin grew wet as it sat atop Hana’s pussy.
“Alright, GG. Good job everyone, see you for more practice on Wednesday.” Hana then fell silent for a moment as she logged out of the game. When the console was off, she removed her headset, unplugging it from her controller and letting it fall to the ground. She then sat there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Angela’s tongue as it repeatedly flicked itself against her asshole. Her girlfriend had a tongue that could wake the dead, and she loved the treatment she often received with it.
With a sigh, Hana gave in. It wasn’t like she’d ever really say no to this, and a tongue bath was a fantastic idea right now. She reached back with one hand, finding Angela’s hair and pressed her deeper. Her girlfriend let out a surprised squeal and then a sultry moan. She continued lapping away, her tongue flattened against her asshole. The brunette gyrated her hips up and down, repeatedly clapping her ass around Angela’s face. She looked back over her shoulder and moaned at the sight of her girlfriend. Seeing her partner’s nose and mouth and cheeks swallowed up by her own ass was a sight she never got tired of.
Angela allowed her girlfriend to direct the action. Her tongue and nose were nothing more than a rag for Hana to clean herself with, and she’d have it no other way. Whenever her nose would grind over that delicious asshole she’d snort shamelessly, allowing her senses to be numbed by the rush of powerful flavor. But most of the work was done with her tongue, Hana made sure of that.
Hana’s bucks and grinds became more and more ferocious as she grew closer to orgasm. Angela was too good at this. While her girlfriend may have been in control here, she was a slave to Angela’s tongue and both of them knew it. That skilled muscle flicked and worked its way through every inch of Hana’s crack and would do so for as long as she. She never wanted to stop.
Suddenly Hana forced her head to remain still. Her lips surrounded the woman’s asshole. If she wanted Angela to slow down, this had been a terrible spot to stop her. She sucked on that endlessly captivating asshole, her tongue working circles around the ring. Hana yelped and her grip in Angela’s blonde locks tightened. By the way Hana’s juices began to drench her chin she could tell that her orgasm was on the way. That was why she’d made her stop so suddenly.
With this in mind, Angela continued to suck, but began prodding harder with her tongue. No longer making circles around the ring, she pressed forward. This, with the help of her sucking, allowed her tongue to break past Hana’s sphincter and slip inside. It wasn’t like their sessions ever ended after just one orgasm anyway. Even if Hana had tried to calm herself down, Angela wasn’t going to stop until her partner was a shivering mess.
There was a short cry. The bedsheets were gripped and nearly torn. Hana’s eyes rolled up and she collapsed onto the bed. All the while her thighs shuddered and her cunt gushed. Angela was happily bathed in those delicious juices, but she didn’t lower her head to clean them up. Instead she allowed those thick juices to soak into her shirt and the bed below. She was currently occupied with something far more enticing.
As Hana’s sphincter spasmed and clenched and unclenched, Angela’s tongue was subjected to an overwhelming amount of sensations and flavors. The muscle flicked and wormed its way around Hana’s rectum. Every touch brought a rush of flavor and Angela just couldn’t get enough of it. The hand on her head had fallen away and was now lying limp on the bed. Even still Angela continued. She knew Hana was sensitive now, but she just couldn’t stop herself from tasting more. Her desire for Hana’s asshole was never sated. She could lick and lick forever but she’d never be satisfied. She wanted to reach deeper, to taste more, but her tongue was only so long.
This just meant that she had to get more creative with her methods. She pulled her tongue free with a wet little pop and brought her finger up. After giving the brunette’s soft, hot cheeks a few pats, she prodded at the sticky, wet hole between them and began pushing inside. Hana gave a weak little chuckle and pushed with her asshole, helping to envelop the digit. Her convulsions had dissipated and she was technically cognizant again.
“You’re insatiable.”
“I know.”
Once inside, Angela drove her finger to the third knuckle, wriggling and grasping at her girlfriend’s anal walls. This wasn’t the first time she’d done this, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. She pulled her finger free and immediately gave it a long, loving suck. The flavors washed over her anew. These had been pulled from a deeper place within Hana’s rectum, and the taste was all the stronger for it. While she sucked on it, she ensured another finger had already been stuffed inside of Hana’s ass. By the time Angela was finished sucking the flavor off of one finger, the other was ready to be tasted.
Hana was still shuddering, her orgasm only just now abating. Now she simply basked in the sensation of having her asshole fingered. Angela was too good at this. She was so good at this Hana didn’t even need to have her pussy played with. It was already evident, but all she needed to orgasm was her girlfriend’s skilled tongue, or finger, or even her nose in her ass.
Eventually, after several more finger dips and finger sucks, Hana began to stir. Angela pulled her head away and allowed her girlfriend to roll over. The doctor appeared disappointed, with pleading eyes as access to Hana’s ass was removed. She could never be sated. This was something Hana knew well.
Hana rose to her feet, legs still shaky, and began peeling her bodysuit off. This had been glued to her skin for too long and now she was sick of the thing. She couldn’t have gotten it off any faster. When it finally crumpled to the floor, she jumped on the bed and got back to it.
Angela was shoved backwards, with her head landing on a pillow. Hana climbed over her, hands groping for that white t-shirt which was now drenched in her own juices. She yanked the shirt over Angela’s head, nearly tearing it off, and then descended upon her. Their lips collided and their tongues danced. Their kisses were wet and messy, aimless and erratic. Hana could taste her own ass on her partner’s tongue, and smell it on Angela’s face. The dirtiness of it all only added to the intensity.
There was no struggle from Angela’s side. She wanted this even more than Hana did. Bridges of spit grew and crumbled whenever their lips separated, and Angela would flick her tongue to collect as much of it as she could. Her girlfriend smiled at this and pulled her head away and puckered her lips. It took a moment for Angela to realize what she was doing, but watched with eager eyes as she saw a thickening drop of spit slowly begin to dangle from Hana’s mouth. Her head darted up and she captured it in her tongue. She swirled it around her mouth, embracing its taste before finally swallowing it. Hana responded by spitting more directly. Part of it landed on Angela’s face, but she quickly lapped it up and opened her mouth for the next helping of her partner’s delicious saliva.
They knew each other so well. There was no going too far, not when they were this horny for each other. Angela lifted her head again, tongue outstretched, and ran it across Hana’s cheek. Hana sat up straighter and reached behind her. Her fingers slipped between her own cheeks and she stuffed a finger in her ass. She let it remain there for some time, allowing her anal juices to envelop her digit while Angela licked her face.
Angela’s tongue traveled lower and Hana responded encouragingly. She sat up straighter so Angela could lick her neck. With labored effort she let her tongue travel from Hana’s collarbone and up to her jawline. She did this repeatedly, collecting as much sweat as she could. Little by little, she was cleaning her girlfriend.
Next her tongue traveled to her breasts. She coated the soft mounds in a thin layer of her own saliva, paying special attention to her nipples. She gave each of them a nice, strong suck. They were already as hard as diamonds, and she could feel Hana’s arousal leaking once again onto her thighs.
While the tongue bath was nice, Hana was ready to move forward with things. She grabbed Angela by the jaw and tilted her head up again. Her finger retracted from her ass and she brought it up and let it hover under the blonde’s nose. It took a moment for the woman to actually realize what she was smelling. Her brain was already clouded by so much lust that she’d been slow to react to the digit under her nose. Without Hana’s permission, she snatched the finger up with her mouth and moaned as the flavor washed over her anew.
Hana allowed her girlfriend to suck on her finger for a few seconds before she had to join in. She pulled her finger free and flattened it against Angela’s lips, before pressing her own against it. Her finger was sandwiched between them. Their tongues darted free, tasting each other and sharing the flavor of Hana’s booty.
It wasn’t often that Hana would embrace her own flavor like this, but she knew it drove Angela wild. This was evident in the way the ferocity behind the woman’s kisses grew and grew until she threatened to swallow up her face with each kiss. They were messy and sticky and wet, and Hana had a hard time keeping up.
By this point Angela was beyond any kind of reason. She hadn’t come yet but that was the last thing on her mind. It wasn’t every day that her girlfriend fed into her kinks so enthusiastically, and it made her want to keep taking things further, just to find and stretch the limits of Hana’s lust. Normally, Hana was the dom while Angela was the kind little doctor who worshiped her girlfriend’s body. But right now it seemed that Angela was just too fucking horny to be dominated.
Hana let out a little yelp as she was shoved backwards. The blonde had put a little too much force behind the push but she managed to catch Hana’s wrist before she tumbled completely off the bed. It seemed the doctor didn’t know her own strength. But she didn’t miss a beat. She tugged Hana up from the edge and onto her feet. Before the brunette could ask any questions she was already being dragged out of the room. Her legs were still shaky and she was rather unstable, but she followed her girlfriend to the kitchen. It wasn’t like she had any kind of choice in the matter anyway. She was being pulled and tugged along like a ragdoll, her legs buckling and tripping under her all the while.
“What are you- aah!” Hana was yanked once again and enveloped back inside of Angela’s embrace.
They kissed again, with Hana’s rear pressed against the island that separated the dining room from the kitchen. Angela’s hand grasped around behind her. She kept her kisses rough and controlling in an attempt to keep Hana from knowing what she was reaching for. When she found what she wanted, she spun Hana around and pushed her into the wall.
Hana caught herself with her hands and gave a nervous chuckle. Her legs were finally working, at least well enough to let her remain standing. This side of Angela was rare and honestly kind of frightening, but she went with it. She trusted her partner with her life and knew that she wouldn’t do anything dangerous, even if she was currently unrecognizably horny. In fact, this must have been the horniest she’d ever seen Angela, and that was saying something.
Hana’s thoughts were broken and she was forcefully pulled from her worry as Angela pressed her body against hers and she realized she was finally stripped of her slacks and panties, joining Hana in her nakedness. She kept the brunette’s front pinned to the wall, but was grinding her pussy against the woman’s cheeks.
Angela descended slowly, planting kisses along Hana’s neck, then her spine, then onto each ass cheek as she fell to her knees. Spreading the woman’s cheeks with one hand, her lips returned to that delectable little asshole she’d missed so much. Even if it’d only been a minute or two. The flavor was bitter and a little salty, with a hint of spice, but there was also something special in there that made Hana’s flavor wholly her own. Though it wasn’t like Angela just went around eating ass. She hadn’t even discovered this particular side of herself until she met Hana, but she knew Hana’s flavor was unique. That bitter saltiness was what one would expect from an asshole that had been cooped up in a skin-tight suit for hours on end, but there was something more. It was strangely sweet, or maybe it was just Angela’s twisted mind that made her think it was sweet. Either way, there was a flavor that lingered beyond the bitterness, the salt, and the hint of spice. Maybe it was just what love tasted like, but Angela’s head had no room for that soppy shit at the moment, and the thought didn’t even cross her mind. This flavor, as incredible as it was, wasn’t enough for Angela. She still wanted more. And that was why she’d taken this to the kitchen.
Hana cooed as her asshole was worshiped once again. She would never get tired of this. After a long, difficult day, she always had a loving girlfriend to come home to who would make everything better. The stress of the day washed away as her asshole was eaten.
Angela pulled her tongue away and replaced it with something Hana assumed was a finger. Upon further study, she realized that it was far too thick to be one of Angela’s dainty little fingers, yet it prodded and pushed against her hole just like one. It couldn’t have been a tot. Those were kept in the room and Hana hadn’t seen Angela grab one. Only once this strange thing finally popped inside, and her asshole swallowed it up, did Hana realize what it was. She could tell by the texture of the thin little stick her asshole fit snugly around. It was a lollipop. Hana gasped.
“Angela! What is the matter with you?”
Angela gave a little chuckle in response, “you know I just can’t help myself. It was only a matter of time till we tried something like this. And what better time than the present?”
Hana clenched up as Angela began twisting the thing around. The lollipop was far thicker than her fingers, and that allowed it to more easily soak up the thick juices of Hana’s rectum. She hated to admit it, but the thickness made it feel far better than just a finger would.
The brunette’s thighs shuddered as the lollipop was slowly pulled from her hole. Her sphincter distended, clinging to the red, sticky candy. Perhaps it was also thanks to the knowledge of just how depraved her partner was that accentuated the pleasure Hana received from it, but this lollipop was quickly bringing her to the edge of orgasm. Angela seemed to sense this, and once the lollipop was halfway out, and her ring was forced to stretch around the full width of the cherry flavored little ball, she began rotating it. Not only did this allow her to collect even more of Hana’s flavor, but it made her partner squeal with pleasure.
Once the lollipop popped free of her ass, and Hana was briefly left to her own devices, she quickly lowered her hand to her clit and began finishing herself off. “Fuck! You’re such a freak!”
“Hehe, maybe, but it seems you’re enjoying it too.” Angela hummed.
By the time Hana managed to look back, Angela was already slurping away at the lollipop. Hana’s bitter flavor was the perfect contrast to such a sweet candy. She slurped lewdly, rotating the ball around and sucking every last bit of Hana’s flavor from it. It took her a moment, but when she finally noticed that Hana was cumming. To her it was nothing more than an opportunity for more flavor.
Once the lollipop was positively clean of Hana’s anal juices, it was shoved under her gushing pussy. Hana continued to squirt, riding the high of her second orgasm of the night. Her juices were coating the wall in her honey, and now, the lollipop. Hana’s thighs were convulsing and her legs were failing her. When she felt that sticky head of the lollipop invade her cunt, her limbs finally gave out. Angela had to hold her up with one hand as the brunette went limp. She only allowed the brunette to sink to the floor when she was done collecting her juices. As she enveloped it into her mouth, Hana quivered against the wall. Her knees were bent with her ass jutting out enticingly while she recovered from her orgasm.
She wasn’t finished just because she came though. With one hand on the wall, she reached back and stuck a finger in her asshole. Angela was currently occupied with sucking the lollipop clean once again, so it took her a moment to notice what her girlfriend was doing. When she finally did turn her attention back to Hana, and saw that the woman was currently prying her own asshole open, as if to invite her back inside, Angela nearly lost it.
“I thought you said I was a freak.”
“You are! But you’re my freak, and I never said I wasn’t one! Now put it back inside already!” there was no sheepishness in her words, no shame.
Angela wasn’t going to disappoint her girlfriend, and who could say no to such an offer. Glancing down at that ever enticing hole, she could see just a glimmer of Hana’s pink insides. She wanted to see more. She just wanted more.
Hana cooed when she felt that sticky texture of the lollipop enter her ass again. This time Angela pressed it deeper. She kept going until she was holding the very end of the stick between the tips of her fingers and the rest was lost inside of her girlfriend’s rectum.
“It’s so deep Angela, fuck. I can still feel it! Why… why haven’t we done this before?” Hana was breathless.
Angela was practically buzzing with joy at her girlfriend’s words. Foodplay had always been something she wanted to try, but she thought such an idea would be too far, even for a duo such as them. But to have it so eagerly welcomed after it had been festering in her mind all this time was liberating. There was so much more she could do with this. So much more that she wanted to do with this. She pulled the lollipop free once more, freshly glistening in juices from even deeper within Hana, and greedily took it into her mouth. All the while Hana remained still, with her fingers hooking her ass open, eager for the lollipop to return.
They continued like this for some time. Angela would fuck Hana’s ass with this lollipop, pull it free and suck it clean, then go back to shoving it as deep as she could. Neither of them could be sated. They both wanted more. And so Hana reached back with her other hand, hooking her fingers into her ass and pried her hole even wider.
“Keep going, it feels so good.”
“Say please.”
“What?” “Say please, darling.” “Fine, please! Please keep going. Stuff that lollipop back inside my ass! Get it as deep as you can!”
Angela indulged her girlfriend. Now her fingers could fit inside as well, allowing her to reach even deeper. She could feel that the lollipop now reached the bend in her colon, effectively reaching further than Angela had ever previously hoped to. She groaned and cursed under her breath as she prodded at the wall of Hana’s rectum. The brunette loved it just as much as she did and began bucking her hips backwards, trying to force Angela’s fingers in even deeper. But this was impossible without effectively fisting the girl.
Hana’s pink, soaking pussy gushed again in response to the prodding against her bowels. She removed one of her hands from her ass and collected some of the juices in her hand and attempted to stuff the fluid into her butt. At the same time, Angela was pulling out. Suddenly Hana pulled both hands from her ass, forcing her ring to clamp shut around the head of the lollipop. She didn’t want to let it go, and made a show of it by forcing her asshole to cling to the cherry red candy as it was slowly removed from her butt.
No one would have been able to resist enveloping that stretched little sphincter with their lips. No one would have been able to resist sucking it either, or stuffing their tongue as deep as they could and letting those soft, hot insides convulse around it while forbidden flavors overwhelm them. No one, at all, ever. At least, that was what Angela believed.
Why the hell hadn’t Angela done this before? This question constantly repeated itself and echoed around Hana’s head. Occasionally this question was accompanied by ‘why is this so hot’ or ‘what else can I fit in there?’ She didn’t dare utter the last question out loud, out of fear of Angela deciding to find out.
For the time being, however, Angela seemed content to keep playing with that cherry lollipop. She’d stuff it as deep into Hana’s ass as she could, then pull it out, give it a long, loving suck, and stuff it back inside. The lollipop did eventually shrink as the candy melted into Hana’s bowels or Angela’s mouth. Sometimes Angela would mix things up and rub the candy along Hana’s folds, drenching the candy in a wholly different juice.
Finally, Hana realized that her legs were functioning again. She could move them without the immediate threat of collapsing. So she spun around. Tired of having nearly no control of the situation, she snatched the lollipop from Angela’s hand and brought it to her mouth. Her girlfriend stared up at her, icy blue eyes full of wonder. She attempted to stand but Hana stopped her with a foot.
With Angela’s eyes glued to her, Hana decided to give her a bit of a show. She leaned her head back and, gripping the very end of the lollipop stick with two fingers, she stuffed the candy as deep as it could go. While it had shrunk down in size, it was still large enough for Angela to make out the slight distension it caused when stuffed down Hana’s throat. She held it there for a time, holding her breath. When she did attempt to breathe, the candy made her gag. She visibly tensed up and her throat convulsed, but she kept the candy there for another moment before finally pulling it free.
Angela watched with wide eyes as the spit-soaked candy was removed from Hana’s mouth. She let her tongue loll out as a thick bridge of spit connected it to the candy ball. Eventually it broke and Hana worked to collect as much of it as she could onto the lollipop. The red candy was utterly coated in Hana’s saliva. She dangled it in front of Angela for a moment, relishing the shift in dominance.
“Say please.”
“Please, Hana please…”
Without further ado, Hana lowered the lollipop. Angela was on it in an instant, enveloping the spit-caked candy into her mouth. She moaned whorishly and slurped at it. The flavor of her partner’s spit was entirely different to her anal juices, but delicious and desirable in its own right.
Just when the last bits of spit were sucked clean and swallowed, Hana pulled the lollipop from Angela’s mouth. She let it dangle for a moment, just a few inches from Angela’s reach. With a little chuckle, she reached around to her behind and let the candy soak against her butthole. Like a little puppy, Angela sat there, eyes glued to what she couldn’t see, waiting for her master to give her a treat. Hana pressed the candy inside and pressed it further until only the tiniest bit of the stick poked out. Just enough to ensure she could pull it out easily. Then she brought her hand back to her front and waited.
With the candy marinating in her hot, anal juices, Hana looked down at her pet.
“Why hadn’t you let me know about this little kink you had earlier?”
“Well, I don’t know.” Angela grew uncharacteristically sheepish for a moment. “I guess I thought it’d be too weird for you.”
“Well, maybe it would have been, but not now. I don’t mind your crazy kinks. It just makes you cuter, really. Especially since you’re a doctor. Everyone expects you to be so clean and tidy, but I know how filthy you are.”
Angela captured her lips in a kiss. Their tongues wrestled for a moment, sharing a whole mixture of dirty flavors. They pulled away and Hana spat into Angela’s open mouth. The doctor swallowed it down and sighed.
With that, Hana decided she’d waited long enough, and reached back around to retrieve the candy. When she pulled the stick free, however, the candy was no longer attached. In fact, she could still feel it inside of her ass. Playing it off as if this was what she’d planned all along, Hana gave a little hum. “Oops, looks like you have to get it out for me.” Hana stood and turned back around, planted her hands against the wall and jutted her ass out.
Angela wasted not a second before planting her lips against that sweaty little hole. Never before had she heard or imagined or seen anything as hot as this. She could feel the hole around her lips, and the way it pushed and contracted to get the candy out. In response, Angela began to suck and slurp harder than she ever had before. The hole opened in her mouth, then closed, then opened again. Eventually, she managed to stuff her tongue inside, where she found the candy. She flicked it with her tongue, making it rotate and retreat a little deeper into Hana’s bowels. A much stronger slurp came next, in time with Hana’s pushing. Little by little, the candy made its way to Angela’s lips. When she finally felt it, she sucked again, and the ball slipped into her mouth.
Angela pulled away. She rolled the candy around her mouth with her tongue, letting every ounce of flavor soak into her taste buds. The contrast was incredible, with the candy’s sweetness and the bitterness of Hana’s bowels. She opened her mouth to let the brunette see, before finally swallowing it down.
By this point, and much to Angela’s dismay, most of Hana’s sweat was gone. And that was their only lollipop. She rose to her feet and pulled her partner in for a kiss. All the while her mind raced for new ways to explore this kink. She didn’t want this night to end. When Hana pulled away, she began to squat down.
“Now let’s finish you off.”
“No! No, not yet,” Angela blurted. She backed away, ignoring the burning need in her loins. “I don’t want to stop yet, um,” she looked around the kitchen. She clicked her tongue, cogs spinning in her head. She turned back towards Hana, “okay! Go to the room and don’t do anything. Maybe play a game or something. Oh and, can you put your suit back on? I’ll turn the heat on too…”
“Wait, you want me to get all sweaty again?”
Angela gave a series of short, shy nods.
Hana shook her head in exasperation, “fine, fine. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else though, I want you to know that.”
“Love you too.” Angela stood still, watching her partner head back to the room. As if making any movements would give away what she planned. Once the door was closed, and she was left alone, she turned towards the kitchen.
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Hana Song was more than a little uncomfortable. When she’d put her suit back on, she realized that it was still soaked in sweat and entirely damp. After finally getting the clingy, damp suit back on, Angela proved that she wasn’t kidding when she mentioned turning the heat on. It was only a matter of minutes before Hana was sweating. And it seemed her loving girlfriend was taking her sweet time with whatever she was planning.
The thought that Angela was intentionally dragging out whatever she was doing just so Hana could be all hot and gross again wasn’t unreasonable. The poor woman hadn’t even come yet. Hana had no idea how she could handle that. But with never having had any release, her mind was likely filled with all kinds of wild ideas. It was as if she derived more pleasure from doing weird things to Hana’s body than her own climaxes. She found this to be an endearing trait, now that she thought about it.
As time passed, Hana only became more and more curious. Was she even still here? No noise came from beyond the door which meant Angela was either being incredibly careful in keeping Hana in the dark, or she had left to go do something. The curiosity was becoming annoying. But she remained a good girl, doing as she was told, and sweating and steaming all the while. Suddenly, the door opened just a crack and a water bottle came rolling across the floor.
“Sorry for taking so long! Almost finished.”
The door was already closed before Hana had a chance to respond. Oh well, at least she wasn’t going to pass out from dehydration. She shook her head and continued playing while the wait continued to grow more and more unbearable. Maybe it hadn’t actually been that long and Hana was just excited to see what her girlfriend had planned. She also wanted desperately to get out of this gross suit and the room was basically a sauna at this point.
Eventually, the door opened once again, just a crack. Angela’s head poked through and she made a little noise with her lips to get Hana’s attention.
“Psst! It’s done, you can come out now. To the kitchen.”
“Oh we’re not doing it here?”
“Too hot for me. And it might get messy.”
Hana shook her head and turned off the console. At least she was allowed out of this room. The rest of the house was a much more comfortable temperature.
When Hana entered the kitchen, she’d expected to see, well, anything but this. There wasn’t anything new or out of place or anything. She scanned the island, then the counters, but there wasn’t anything. However, on the dining table sat a box of strawberries. Those were new, right?
“Strawberries?”
“Yeah, we didn’t have any. I had to run to the store.”
“Okay, but why? Can I get out of this suit now?”
“Oh, well, to play with. In a second, just let me,” Angela kneeled in front of Hana, before making a twirling motion with her finger.
Hana rolled her eyes and spun around. She knew that all that sweating and heat was going to lead to this at the very least, so Angela stuffing her face between her cheeks and huffing her ass wasn’t surprising. Next she began to suck and slurp, drinking the sweat from her suit. She pulled away with a sigh, her eyes unfocused and mind hazy.
“There, now you can, I guess.”
Peeling the suit off was even more difficult than it had been the last time. While Hana struggled and cursed and peeled her suit – which was practically a second skin at this point – Angela grabbed the box of strawberries. She looked around, trying to find the best spot for this. Eh, nothing wrong with the floor, she supposed.
Angela waited patiently for Hana to undress before she gestured to the floor. “Get on your hands and knees and stick your butt in the air, please.”
Hana did as she was told and got on her hands and knees. She pressed her face down to the ground and stuck her ass out. Her skin was flushed from the heat, and her bubble butt was parted in this position, revealing that delectable little butthole. The cold floor felt wonderful after such a long time spent cooped up in the heat.
Angela grabbed the container of strawberries and squatted down behind Hana. “I’m gonna put these in your butt.”
“Duh.”
“And then eat them.”
“Mhm.”
But first, Angela couldn’t resist. She planted her nose against Hana’s pucker. It was slick and sticky again, hot and pungent. She gave it a nice, long huff, basking in the glow and the haze it filled her mind with. Next she ran her tongue up over it, planted her lips against it and sucked on it lewdly. While doing this, she retrieved a strawberry and ran it between Hana’s pink folds, collecting what juices were already beginning to leak.
Hana’s butthole wasn’t quite relaxed enough to let the strawberry inside just yet. It had already recovered from the previous stretching. Angela had to be careful, she didn’t want to crush the strawberry before it even got inside of her. So she gave the hole a few more licks, then stuck a finger inside. Much like Hana had previously, Angela hooked her finger into her sphincter and began to pry it open. Hana grunted and tensed up, trying her hardest to relax her hole and let it happen. But eventually she had to reach back and pry her hole open as well. Little by little, her hole gave in and allowed itself to stretch open.
From this angle – they were positioned directly under one of the kitchen lights – Angela could see deep inside of Hana. The sight made her mouth water. She couldn’t help but stick her nose against the gaping hole, even managing to stick it inside a little, and huff until her lungs were full of the thick smell of Hana’s rectum.
“You’re doing so good, just hold it open for me,” Angela pulled her finger free.
Hana reached back and pried the other side of her hole open with her other hand. She may have tried to act like this was weird or something but her pussy didn’t lie; fluids were already streaming down her thighs. Angela was tempted to collect more with the strawberry, but she decided that her first taste should have consisted almost solely of Hana’s ass.
“Okay, you gonna put it in?” Hana’s voice was strained. Her hole wasn’t ready to gape this wide yet, and that was obvious in the amount of strength needed to hold it open.
This would get better over time, though, Angela would ensure that. For now though, she started slowly, inserting one strawberry into her ass and allowing the little stem to poke out of the hole. Once it was inside, Hana let go of her ass and let her hole wink shut again. Angela’s mouth began to water as she imagined all the flavors the strawberry was now marinating in. Initially, she wanted to wait a few minutes before taking it out, at the very least, but in reality she just couldn’t wait. There were more than enough strawberries anyway. Right now she wanted to eat it. And so she pressed her lips to that sticky pucker and began to gently make out with it. Her tongue pressed down around the rigid ring, carefully worshiping it.
She let the strawberry sit in Hana’s ass for a few more seconds before she began to suck. The sensation was almost like some sort of lewd massage for Hana. She moaned softly as her sphincter was gently sucked into Angela’s mouth. Sure, her girlfriend was a bit of a freak, but she had her benefits. For example, Hana couldn’t think of any other situation where she’d have her butthole so gently sucked while a soft strawberry slowly stretched her hole and exited her. It felt strangely calming. A sudden fullness and then relief, and all the lustful feelings that came with such an act.
Once past the largest segment, the strawberry popped from Hana’s asshole and into Angela’s mouth. She let her tongue dance around it, tasting Hana’s bitterness paired with the sweet, cool fruit. The woman chewed it for a time, letting the juices spill into her mouth, before swallowing it. There were plenty more strawberries to go, and the more she stuffed inside of Hana, the more her hole would loosen up.
The second strawberry went in more smoothly than the last. Once again Angela stopped once the stem was poking out of her hole, then went about her licking, kissing and sucking. She could do this all day, and with the way this was making Hana feel, so could she. She cooed as the second strawberry popped free of her asshole and she heard her partner moan and swallow it. She reached back to pry her hole open again. It was more relaxed now and stretched even wider, giving Angela a delicious view of her wet insides, and all those glistening juices that she hadn’t tasted yet. It made the doctor eager for what was to come.
As Hana’s hole grew looser and looser, Angela became more eager to stuff her full of strawberries. After using a few more in the same way she had previously, and staring into that delicious gape, she wanted to go further. This time, instead of stopping when only the stem was poking out, she used her fingers to press it deeper. Hana gasped and clenched up instinctually. It was an incredibly full feeling inside of her that, while uncomfortable, wasn’t without its pleasures. Angela didn’t stop pressing it deeper until her finger couldn’t go any further.
“Okay, push it out now.” Angela wanted to watch her butthole work.
Hana strained briefly and her asshole clenched up and pushed outward. Angela wished she could see the way her insides were working at that moment. She envisioned her partner’s red, juicy walls massaging the strawberry and pushing it to her sphincter. If only she could get her tongue that deep, and experience such a feeling for herself. Hana’s hole began opening as it pushed outward, drawing the doctor in like a pair of lips. The strawberry must have gotten rolled around in there, sloshing about in her anal fluids, because the tapered tip of the strawberry was what began poking out, instead of the stem.
An eager pair of lips caught the strawberry just before it fell from Hana’s butthole. The flavor was way more intense, and crashed over Angela like a wave. She groaned. Her cunt cried out for release as a wonderful spark of pleasure shot through her spine. She bucked her hips, grinding against her thighs, and grabbed another strawberry.
This insertion was aggressive, needy. She stuffed it in as far as she could, then grabbed another strawberry. With this new strawberry she managed to push the first one further. Sure, the first one was probably getting a bit mashed, but she didn’t care. She added a third, then a fourth. She was sure by now that the first strawberry was pushing against her sigmoid colon, and hopefully getting stuffed into it. Hana was tense, but otherwise unresponsive to the sudden escalation. She was getting off, hard. Her cunt was leaking and completely ignored. Angela didn’t even notice when her girlfriend’s pussy juices began pooling on the floor and reached her knees.
“Okay push for me. Come on.”
Angela’s eyes were glued to Hana’s asshole as it worked yet again to push out her food. She sucked in the first strawberry, chewing and swallowing it. She just wanted to get that one out of the way. The other strawberries would have much more flavor, especially the last one. With the second strawberry, Angela held her hand out and let it plop down into her hand. Angela got a short view of the other strawberries, snugly sitting within and stretching Hana’s rectum. With this strawberry – slightly mashed and deformed – she reached around and held it next to Hana’s face.
“Eat it.”
After a small hesitation, and more than a few nervous glances, Hana complied. She put the strawberry in her mouth, removed the stem, and chewed it.
“You know it’s perfectly fine to eat the stem.”
Hana couldn’t say she was as into the flavors of her own rectum as Angela was, but she ate it like a good girl. Maybe, she thought, she’d find out what a strawberry from Angela’s butthole would taste like.
Angela gobbled up the next strawberry, then the one after that, until all that was left was the last one. It took more effort than usual for Hana to get this one out. Likely because of just how deep it was. When it finally began to leak from her butthole and into Angela’s mouth, it was little more than red and pink mush. But the flavor was stronger than Angela had ever tasted. She gasped and moaned, her hips bucking of their own accord. Finally her hand fell and found her clit. It was puffy and aching. She chewed the strawberry until it was ground to liquid, then she sloshed it around her mouth for a while, before finally conceding and swallowing it.
The box of strawberries rattled as Angela reached absentmindedly for the next strawberry. One hand was still working tirelessly at her clit. Her hand reached and patted but found nothing. She turned her head to realize that the box was already empty.
“Six dollars and thirty-two cents, on sale. For what, ten strawberries?” Angela sighed. She removed her hand from her cunt and stood on shaky legs.
Hand turned to look back, “already empty?”
“Yeah.”
With her need for orgasm already forgotten, Angela moved towards the fridge. Hana stood and watched her.
“Now what?”
“Now,” Angela reached into the fridge, “onto the best part.”
Hana watched, eyes growing wide, as Angela retrieved a glass cup from the freezer.
“I also had to go out for this.” “Is that…”
“Yeah, it’s an ice cream sundae. Vanilla ice cream, caramel syrup, and chocolate ganache. Pretty simple, but you’re the main ingredient.”
Hana gulped, “it looks… cold.”
“It will be, but you’ll warm it up and melt it quickly, I’m sure.” From the drawer Angela retrieved a spoon. “Hmm, okay, get on your back.”
Angela squatted next to Hana, placing the sundae on the ground beside them. Once Hana was on her back her girlfriend grabbed her ankles and brought them up, forcing her knees to bend until her ass was jutting up in the air and her feet were next to her head.
“Good thing you’re so flexible.” Angela picked the glass back up, “spread your hole for me.”
Hana gulped, but complied. She reached up and hooked her fingers into her asshole. Her hole was still relaxed and loose, and forcing it to gape wasn’t difficult or painful. Now more than ever the view of her bowels was perfect. Her red, juicy walls gently pulsing and contracting nervously. Angela took the glass and tilted it until the lip was against Hana’s opening. The brunette hissed as the thick ice cream began to roll inside of her. It was cold and still solid, with the caramel and chocolate liquids running deeper into her bowels, further than anything had before.
Angela pressed part of the glass into her asshole, so that her hole completely enveloped the opening. She was careful not to apply too much pressure, and pulled it free once all of the ice cream was in her ass. She placed the glass on the ground and scooted forward, spoon in hand.
Once she got used to the cold, which happened rather fast, Hana began to enjoy the feeling. Yet again, she felt full, but this time more than ever. She was positively stuffed with ice cream. Her insides pressed together briefly, pushing a dab of ice cream out and onto her stretched ass cheek. Angela captured it with her spoon and ate it up. There wasn’t much of Hana butt in there but she knew the others would taste better.
There wasn’t much for Hana to do but sit there, in an awkward position. The fullness felt nice, but she had to focus on keeping her ass open and couldn’t play with herself, no matter how badly she wanted to. As Angela scooped out another spoonful of ice cream, she scraped the ring of her anus and Hana nearly came.
Angela noticed her reaction and turned her attention to her partner’s face for a minute. She held up the spoon, waving it to capture Hana’s attention.
“Special soft edges, picked it up when I was out. Figured it’d feel good.”
“You really thought of everything.”
“Mhm. I’m a doctor.”
The irony of the situation was not lost on Angela, but she didn’t care. She scooped out another spoonful and ate it up. Hana’s flavor was beginning to overwhelm the taste of the ice cream. The longer it lingered in her anal juices, and the softer it got, the more she’d taste Hana’s ass.
A jolt of pleasure would rush up Hana’s spine whenever that spoon scraped against her insides. She’d whimper and huff in an attempt to resist the urge to play with herself. But she remained a good girl; she held her asshole open. Even if the temptation and the need to give her pussy some attention only grew with each spoonful of ice cream her girlfriend took from her ass.
For a moment Angela had stopped scooping up the ice cream entirely. As the cream and syrup sank deeper into Hana’s rectum, Angela turned her attention to those glistening, ever-present juices that lined Hana’s inner walls. She used the spoon to scoop those up instead, and slurped them up eagerly. The flavor was raw and unfiltered. Nothing but Hana’s anal fluids, the flavor utterly captivating. She took another spoonful of the substance and swallowed it giddily.
“How many of your fans want to do this to you, I wonder. Do you have any idea how much some would pay you to eat ice cream out of your ass? Or to even just spoon out your anal juices like I’m doing?”
“Can I play with myself now?”
“What? Oh, yeah sure.”
Hana’s fingers receded from her asshole and found her pussy. Her hole clamped up a bit, but remained generally loose. Angela pulled the spoon from her hole, forcing the ring to stretch again. This, coupled with Hana’s fingers finding her clit, was all it took to get the woman to orgasm. Even though this was the third one of the night, she gushed like a fountain. Most of her juices spilled out over her face. She was drenched in her own girlcum.
Angela used one of her fingers to pry Hana’s butthole back open. Inside she could see that the ice cream had receded deep into her bowels, beyond even her sigmoid colon, further again than ever before. Angela couldn’t reach that with a spoon, but she had an even better idea anyway. She rose to her feet and turned back towards the island and grabbed a straw. When she returned to Hana, she squatted back down and inserted the straw into her butthole. Had Hana the mind to realize what was happening, she would have been stunned. At the moment though, it seemed that she was in her own little world, coming down from the high of her orgasm.
The straw was longer than most, and Angela was thankful for it. She had to reach deep into her rectum to find what she wanted. She sucked at the straw, finally finding the ice cream. It was still a little cold, but entirely fluid now. Mixed in with Hana’s deep juices, and all the more delicious for it. Angela sucked and slurped until the ice cream stopped flowing. She then pressed it deeper, until nearly the entire straw was stuffed inside of Hana’s bowels. She could taste it, all those unreachable flavors. The further she got, the more potent and filthy the flavors became.
Hana could feel it now. Having regained her senses, she could feel that strained suction inside of her bowels. It wasn’t a fullness, the straw wasn’t very big, but the sensation of having her insides sucked on was a whole nother thing. It wasn’t as sensational or strong as being full, but it still gave her a weird sense of pleasure. She glanced up at Angela. Her eyes were closed, everything focused on sucking up Hana’s forbidden juices.
Angela sucked and sucked, utterly insatiable. She didn’t know how much time had passed, or what her girlfriend was thinking. All she cared to do was suck, and taste, and experience Hana’s flavors. The straw couldn’t go any further, so she had to be content with this. The juices within Hana seemed infinite. Angela would only have to adjust the straw, touching a different part of Hana’s tunnel, to find another thick helping of fluid. But all things move toward their end, and eventually Hana wanted to get up.
“Angela. Angela… Angela!”
Angela started, spurred from her hypnotized state. She pulled the straw from Hana’s asshole.
“My neck’s a bit sore.”
“Right,” Angela stood and held her hand out to help Hana up.
Hana rubbed the back of her neck as she rose. “Can I shower now?”
Angela nodded. Only now did she finally notice how hot and bothered she was. Her groin was practically on fire and her thighs were utterly drenched.
“Wait,” she gestured to her groin, “mind if I join you?”
Hana giggled, “come on. I can’t believe you haven’t finished yet.”
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After their shower, the night ended in the way it normally would, with only one change. Hana was playing her video games, practicing or whatever. Yet, while Angela would normally be watching and dozing off, she was lying under her girlfriend. With her nose stuffed between Hana’s pussy lips and her lips sealed around the brunette’s asshole, she went about sucking and searching for those last bits of syrup or ice cream. Mostly she just got more of that potent flavor and that was more than enough for her. Honestly, she could live off the stuff.
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Title: (Commission) Bartending 101
Chapter title: Bartending-101
Story Description:
This is a simple story. Jinx requires information, Theiram decides that information has a price. He's also a bit mad about her ruining his shirt with a bomb the last time they spoke, so forgiveness also has a price. And Jinx has no money. Hm.
Games: League of LegendsxSp♂♀
Story Content:
TAGS: Coercion, Deepthroating, Vaginal, Anal, Semi-Public Sex
“Chuck!”
Theiram jumped, the glass he was polishing slipped from his hands and shattered against the floor. He groaned, placing his head in his hands. “I said it’s Theiram. What do you want, Jinx?”
“Well that’s not the way I expected to be greeted by my pal. What’s gotten into you, Chuck?” Jinx spun as she approached the bar, arms flailing. “Anywho, heard anything else about those girls you were picking up?” As she spun, her hextech crystal fell from an open pocket. She bent down, facing away from Theiram to grab it up.
He couldn’t help but stare. While most thought Jinx was lacking a bit in the front, she did have a nice little bubble butt. An idea began forming in his head. “What makes you think I’m just going to forgive you for what you did to me the last time I helped you?”
“Hmm?”
“The bomb!”
“What bomb?”
“You strapped a bomb to my back and ruined my shirt! I couldn’t even hear right for days!”
“Ohhh, that wasn’t a bomb, silly! That was one of my chompers!” Jinx sat herself down on one of the barstools, stretching backwards as she did so.
Her midsection was fully visible to Theiram. She was so small, just the right size for-
“Soooorrryyyyy Chuck!” She paused for a moment, staring at him before cracking a smile. “Hear anything else about the two girls you were picking up?”
“I’m not picking them up, Silco is… actually, you owe me a better apology.” Theiram grabbed a nearby broom and dustpan and began cleaning the broken glass off of the floor. Once finished, he stood, folding his arms in an attempt to look stern.
“I already said I was sorry. If I knew you’d be such a fun killer I wouldn’t have done it. Can’t take a joke, Chuck!”
“I like jokes, just not that kind. I mean it, I deserve a better apology.”
Jinx sighed dramatically, “fiiiiine, what do you want me to do, grovel on my knees for you?”
“Actually, yes.”
In a blink, Jinx was over the counter and standing in front of Theiram. His brown eyes widened in shock at how fast she could move. He never got used to that. How had she even gotten inside? He hadn’t even heard the door open. Shaking his head, he watched her fall to her knees, eyes shut as she pleaded for forgiveness. He smirked, before reaching for his pants zipper.
“Oh Chuck, king of bartenders, I beg you to forgive my transgressions! I never intended to damage your hearing, ruin your shirt, or uncover the truth that you are truly a sourpuss! Oh please forgive me!” Her hands were together as she mockingly begged him.
He remained silent, arms crossed as he waited for her to open her eyes again. They remained shut for an annoyingly long time, so he began tapping his foot.
Jinx opened her eyes, initially looking at his face, but it seemed that her view was blocked. She leaned back, taking in just what was in front of her. It jutted out from his groin, a long, cylindrical thing with a red head, like a mushroom.
“Uh, is that a penis?”
“You’ve never seen one before? Are you serious?”
“Why are you showing me your penis? Are you a pervert?”
“Maybe. But maybe this is the only way for you to get the information you want.”
“What do you want me to do? I don’t get it.” Jinx’s head rotated around his cock, hovering just a couple inches away from it. She seemed transfixed by the thing.
“You’re going to put those thin little lips around it and suck me off.”
“Wow, you really are a pervert! You want to have sex with me?”
“This isn’t really sex, but it’s a start.”
“But… It looks gross! I don’t want to taste that thing!” Jinx pouted, slumping her shoulders and curling her lip.
“I don’t care. If you want me to forgive you, and you want information, this is the only way.”
“Fine. But only because you’re my friend.”
“What about the information?”
“That too. But I wouldn’t want Chuck to be mad at me either.”
“I told you it’s… fuck it, just start sucking it.”
Without a word, Jinx wrapped her lips around his mushroom head, and sat there. She stared up at him as he groaned in response. Though she wasn’t moving, the sight alone was enough to give him immense pleasure. She remained still, but began sucking, as if from a straw. Her cheeks caved in, and he could feel them around his head. Her tongue didn’t move, simply remaining under his cock, against his cumvein. It was getting old quickly.
“Okay you have to like, move your head.”
Jinx’s annoyed expression grew, and she began moving her head. However, she did not move forward and backward, instead going up and down. This simply shook his cock, her mouth moved no further along his shaft. He sighed.
“Do you want me to do it?”
Jinx pulled away, “listen, Chuck, I’m doing my best here! You told me to move, so I moved. Maybe be more specific next time. You know I’ve never done anything like this before. That probably makes it better for you, doesn’t it? The thought of defiling my innocence, you perverted- glurck!
Theiram had had enough of her talk. His hands found the back of her head, and he’d yanked her down. His cock stretched her mouth nicely, and he hit the back of her throat in one thrust, which had caused her to let out a gag. It sent vibrations around his shaft, like a massage. He looked down at her. She was glaring up at him, her blue eyes were filled with anger, but she didn’t stop him. Even with the knowledge that she could probably kill him faster than he could react, Theiram kept pushing forward. She gagged again, spitting around his cock, and drooling from her mouth. She let out an annoyed whine when he pushed again, but other than that, she let him have his way with her mouth.
He wanted to see just how far he could go. She was acting far more submissive than he expected, though her face read murderous. But she wouldn’t kill him, right? They were friends. Yeah, this was fine. He thrust harder, ramming himself into the back of her throat. Her gag was juicer that time, it felt incredible.
With each pump he grew more brave. Eventually his hands found the back of her head, then her twin tails. Wrapping them around his fists, he pulled her into him each time pushed forward. Her gags were wonderful, vibrating around his shaft, spilling her fluids around him. He wanted to go deeper, further into her throat. Her eyes were watering as she looked up to him, tears flowing down her face and joining the quickly growing mess around her lips. She still wasn’t doing anything to react. Her arms were slumped at her sides, limply wavering with his thrusts and pulls.
After a harsh push, he held her there. His cock was pressing against the back of her throat, but he kept trying to push further inside, past her throat barrier. Jinx wouldn’t stop gagging, it was definitely new to her.
“Just… let me in deeper. Come on, make me feel good!” He groaned, sweat forming on his brow as he strained.
Suddenly, as if in response to his plea, he slipped inside. It was really less of a slip and more of a slam. He had been putting so much pressure on her head, that when she finally relaxed her throat, he instantly hilted himself inside of her, slamming his groin into her face in the process. Jinx let out a long, pained retch, her throat contracting and convulsing around his cock. But she still didn’t move to resist him. He smiled down at her. Perhaps forgiveness was possible.
His hips bucked, her twin tails were pulled tight around his fists as he yanked her up and down his shaft. Nothing but wet, sloppy glurks and glacks escaped her lips. Her spit trailed down her chin. Each time his balls slapped against her face it would form several sticky bridges of spit before splitting and reforming again after the next collision.
Perhaps Theiram was getting too carried away, but Jinx still wasn’t protesting. It felt incredible. He was normally a rather shy person, and hadn’t had much luck with girls. But today he’d just felt a strange sense of confidence. He wasn’t a stranger to ogling Jinx. Her strange appearance and demeanor had been a point of attraction for him. And now he had her on her knees, choking on his cock.
His orgasm was sudden, with his thoughts pushing him over the edge. He pulled away in shock, with his first spurts shooting down Jinx’s throat and making her choke. Realizing his orgasm couldn’t be stopped at this point, he decided to embrace it. His cock drove itself back down Jinx’s convulsing throat and he unloaded inside of her. She spasmed, mostly her face and throat. Her expression contorted as she choked on his cum, some spilled from her nose, but she fought to swallow it all down. Through it all, the rest of her body remained still, even as her face grew red, making it clear that she was struggling. Theiram let go of her head, releasing her locks from his grasp, and stayed still as his cock softened inside of her. After a moment, he pulled away.
Jinx fell backwards once Theiram’s cock was free from her mouth. For a moment he was worried, but he soon realized that she was still breathing, at least. Even as she coughed up spit and cum, she stayed on her back. An ‘aahhh’ escaped her lips. Suddenly, she shot up, watery eyes looking into Theiram’s.
“There! I sucked your little Chucky penis! You forgive me now, right? Now can I have my info, pretty please?” Her aggressive glare instantly shifted to that of a pleading puppy.
She was really willing to do a lot for his forgiveness, and information. It must have been important to her, but Thieram didn’t want to pry. Not after this. He did, however, want to go further than just oral sex with her.
“Well, I forgive you. But that was just for an apology. Now I’m going to need more for the actual information.”
“Are you serious!? Come on Chuck, this isn’t how friends treat each other!”
“I said I forgive you, but we aren’t on the terms we were before. That will have to heal in time, and through action. Plus you know I’ll get in trouble if Sevika or Silco find out! So yes, I am serious.” He had no idea what came over him, but he was more confident than ever.
“Fine.” Jinx said flatly. “What do you want now?”
Theiram looked over at the door, making sure the sign still read ‘closed,’ then headed towards one of the tables, leaving his pants in a heap behind the bar. It sat at around waist height to him, which was perfect.
“Come here.” His cock was growing hard again, just from the thought of what he’d do to this beautiful girl.
Jinx listened, skipping over to the table.
“Take your pants on and lie backwards on the table.”
A sigh was heard, but the shuffling of belts and cloth followed. Jinx came back into view, her pants were nowhere to be seen. All she wore was her small, leather top, and her oversized boots. She fell backwards onto the table lazily. Theiram’s gaze fell between her legs, to her hairless mound, and the utterly tiny pussy lips between them.
He had to spread her legs for her, but she didn’t resist. His cock was fully hard again, the rigid thing looked massive compared to her little slit. He didn’t even need to press himself against it to know she was dry. So he spat on his finger before pressing them against her folds.
“What are you doing Chuck!?” Jinx sat up abruptly.
“It’s okay, I’m just getting it ready.” He gave it another rub, before continuing with more fervor. His finger eventually slipped inside of her tiny tunnel.
“Ugh.This is so weird.” Jinx fell back onto the table with a sigh. She took one of her tails in one hand and twirled it around her fingers. She was bored.
After hopefully lubricating it enough, Theiram removed his finger and realigned himself with her pussy. He pressed forward, spreading her lips and gaining some purchase into her womanhood. The lubrication was good enough, he thought, but she was incredibly tight. This was going to take some effort. It was a good thing he could do this until the bar reopened, which wasn’t for a while. It was a bit disheartening to see how uninterested Jinx was. He never admitted it, but he always found her attractive, and he’d want her to enjoy this too. But it felt too good for him to stop. Maybe she’d get into it eventually.
Jinx didn’t understand the sensations that were going through her body at the moment. It was strange, definitely weird, but it was almost like she was growing warm. This was especially true between her legs, and around the insides of her thighs. She glanced at Chuck, noticing his face. It almost looked like he was straining. Did it feel good for him? It had to, right? Why else would he do it? She stopped twirling her braid. Her crotch was getting really warm. Wait, was that wetness, too? Was that him or her?
Theiram immediately noticed she was getting wet. It had made things much easier as soon as she started getting aroused. He didn’t know if she knew what was happening, but it let him pump a bit harder. He didn’t want to go too crazy, so as not to hurt her. It took a lot of self control to not start bucking wildly. Her insides were so hot, and they squeezed around him like a vice. It was almost painful.
It had started a bit painful for Jinx, though that sensation was quickly fading. She didn’t know why, but it almost started to feel good. She let out a confused little grunt, rising up on her elbows to look down at what he was doing to her. He noticed her movement, and their eyes locked for a moment. Her gorgeous blue gaze was one of confusion. Her gaze fell to her groin, and the large shaft that was slowly sliding in and out of her. It was covered in her own juices, slick and glistening in the neon green light of the bar. She watched as it stretched her, and made a noticeable bulge as it traveled in and out of her tunnel. What came next was something neither of them had expected, though Theiram had hoped to hear it eventually. She moaned.
Jinx didn’t know what to make of what she just did, but it felt good. Theiram took it as a sign to keep going, and he pushed harder. Her tightness was still overwhelming, and would surely stay that way for the duration, but he wanted to go deeper, to press further. His cock traveled deeper than ever before, nearly hilting himself inside of her. She moaned again, and he used it as fuel. With another push, his balls slapped against her cheeks. She gasped, staring up at him. Her blue eyes were hazy now. Jinx was enjoying this, there was no denying it anymore. Theiram grinned.
He let out his first moan, in unison with hers, upon another balls-deep thrust. His hands gripped the table, clenching tightly as he bucked harder. For the first time, Jinx was speechless. All she could feel was the ever-growing warmth between her legs. The growing need for… for what? She reached out, gripping his shoulders and found herself pushing back against his hips, in rhythm with his thrusts. Her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers locking as she hung onto him. He took the opportunity to lift her off of the table and press her against him. She was incredibly light, and the new position allowed him to lift her up and down with his pumps. She hung onto him, her head hanging over his shoulder as her breathing grew rapid. Jinx didn’t know what was coming, but she knew it was quickly approaching.
The pain was slowly creeping in again, but it wasn’t strong. It was just a hint, hidden behind the strange pleasure she was feeling. Theiram had stopped being careful, his thrusts rough and rabid. Once he’d realized she was enjoying it, he stopped worrying. Her body felt incredible, bouncing against his chest like a ragdoll. All the while she let out small little moans and gasps. His hand found one of her braids, and he yanked her back. She let out a breathless laugh, smiling at him as she nearly fell. But he kept another hand firmly planted under her back. That was all it took to hold a woman as tiny as her.
He let go of her braid, and his hand found her leather top. All the while he continued fucking her, his hip driving in and out of her tiny pussy at a rapid pace. With a single, hard tug, her top snapped, flying across the room. Though small, Theiram wanted her tits. He wanted everything that made her Jinx right now. His hand squeezed a breast, fully encompassing it, before finding a nipple and giving it a gentle pinch.
“You’re… gonna have to pay for that… you know!” Jinx could barely speak between her ragged breaths. She was too overwhelmed by the sensations downstairs.
Suddenly, the girl in Theiram’s arms shuddered, letting out an almost silent gasp. She quaked in his arms, hips shaking as she came. Her juices coated his groin, and trickled down his legs. Her clenching, writhing tunnel left him no other choice but to join her in orgasm.
His arms gave out and he nearly dropped her. Thankfully she was clinging tightly to his neck and her legs had found their way around his waist. She was crying out now, hips pumping up and down, riding him on her own. He stumbled backwards, releasing his seed inside of her. All the while she continued to cling to him, bouncing up and down on him as she rode out what must have been the first orgasm of her life.
Theiram fell into a chair. Jinx had pulled her legs out from behind him before he landed, and kept riding him for just a little bit longer. He leaned back, head falling slack, hanging backwards off the back of the chair. He barely noticed when Jinx stepped off of him.
Her legs gave out immediately, and she fell on her rear with a shout, then a laugh. She reached between her legs, feeling around, slipping a finger inside of herself. When she pulled it back out, it was coated in a thick layer of jizz, which she observed, twisting her finger around to see it from every angle as she brought it closer to her face. Theiram was too busy catching his breath to notice that she stuck that same finger in her mouth and noisily slurped his cum from it. Honestly, he was in a state of bliss. That sex had whooped him, and he could have easily fallen asleep right then and there.
“Was that sex? Chuck! Was that sex!?”
Again, Theiram was yanked from his daze. He sighed, opening his eyes to see Jinx back on her feet, leaning down towards him, eagerly awaiting his answer.
“Yep. That’s sex.” He couldn’t believe he actually did it. He should have been happy that she was so excited about it. This could have been a doorway into a world of sex with Jinx. But to be honest, being around her so much was tiring. And he was tired right now.
“Wow! That was amazing! Better than the biggest explosion!” She stretched her arms out in joy, pausing for a moment, before suddenly shoving herself into Theiram’s face. “Is there more to it than that? Anything else to sex?”
Okay, yeah, this was definitely good. It was, in fact, the best outcome that could have happened, and Theiram was quickly waking back up.
“Uh, yeah, there is more to it, lots more, actually. But what about the-”
“Show me more!”
He should probably shut his mouth before he snapped her out of her excitement and reminded her why she had come here in the first place. She wanted to know more? He had so much he wanted to do with her, he couldn’t believe she was literally asking him for it. And he knew exactly what he wanted next.
He cleared his throat, “well, there is one more hole we haven’t used.” He watched her expression, looking for any sign that he was about to be murdered for suggesting what he just suggested. But nothing like that came. Jinx just looked confused.
Jinx sat there for a moment, trying to understand what he meant. One more hole? They used her mouth, which she supposed was a type of hole. And then they used her pussy, which was also a hole. She gasped, “do you mean by butthole?!”
Theiram nodded, “yep.”
“People do that!?” Jinx reached behind her, groping her little bubbly cheek, and ran a finger over her sphincter.
“All the time! It’s actually pretty popular. I haven’t ever been able to do it yet though, all the girls I’ve been with have said no.” He scratched the back of his head, preparing for her to give the same response that he was used to.
“But if it’s popular, why has everyone been saying no?”
“Just pussies, I guess.”
She laughed at that, right on. “Well I want to try it! If it feels as good as my pussy, I can’t wait!”
“It’s different for everyone, I’ve heard some people say it feels even better than vaginal.”
“Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it let’s do it letsdoitletsdoitletsdoit!” Jinx was bursting with excitement, literally bouncing up and down in front of Theiram.
She turned around, displaying her bubbly rear for him, and spread her cheeks. Her tiny little sphincter was mostly pink, with a hint of a darker brownish tone around the outside of the rim. Theiram didn’t know if she was making it wink on purpose, or if it was just her excitement, but he was already hard as a rock. He wanted to tackle her and pound her cheeks right there, but he knew they’d need help getting inside.
“Alright, but we’re gonna need some lubrication.” He stood, erect cock jutting proudly from his groin.
“Why?”
“Well your ass is too tight for me to just slip in when we’re both dry. Gonna need some more of your saliva.”
Jinx spun, falling to her knees in front of him. “Gotcha, Chuck!” Without another word, she dove forward, swallowing his cock in a blink. She gagged harshly as it hit the back of her throat, but she tried to press forward. After another harsh retch, she pulled back to catch her breath. One more attempt was made, before she groaned around his cock in annoyance. She started up at him, before grabbing her twin braids and lifting them up for him to take. He smiled.
His hands took her braids, then he wrapped them around his knuckles a couple times for added support. Then he glanced down at her, her blue eyes staring up at him, eagerly awaiting the abuse of her throat. What a wonderful turn of events.
GLACHK, GLACHK, GLURCH
Theiram fucked her face without mercy. She was Jinx, she could handle it. She didn’t resist. In fact, she didn’t move at all. The only thing she did was choke and gag along his shaft as he drilled into her gullet. Her head was a blur, a messy blur of spit and throat fluids. He could just barely make out her beautiful blue eyes staring up at him through it all.
Surely by now his cock was slick enough to fuck her ass. He didn’t want to go too much longer and risk an early orgasm. And he also wanted Jinx to remain conscious. It seemed to him that she’d let him go as long as he wanted, and she wouldn’t even stop if she was on the verge of passing out. She was a wild girl.
Theiram pulled himself free of her throat. She gasped, choking on the excess spit and precum dripping down her throat as she tried to breathe. But on her face was that same smile he came to be familiar with. He smiled back. It was so much more enjoyable knowing she was into it. He hadn’t expected it to go this well, or for Jinx to have been so clueless when it came to sex. He’d figured that someone as insane as her would have done everything there is to do by now, but it was exciting to know he was breaking her in.
Once she caught her breath, she staggered to her feet. “Aha, buttsex time!?” Her excitement was very amusing.
“Yep, turn back around.” Theiram was thrilled at the idea of fucking her tight little bubble butt.
Jinx listened immediately, assuming her previous position, bending over slightly and spreading her ass. Theiram caught her little, winking sphincter once again, and stepped forward. He had to crouch slightly to level himself with her hole. His cockhead pressed againt her tiny backdoor, and she cooed.
“You might want to hold onto something.”
“Nope!”
Theiram chuckled, “okay then.”
Jinx did lean lower and grab her knees, but that was it. Theiram gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him, applying pressure to her asshole. It was a struggle, but that was expected. Even with his dick utterly slathered in throat-slime and spit, her asshole was tiny, and it took some time before it began to give way for his mushroom head.
He heard Jinx let out a tiny, adorable gasp as his cock invaded her backdoor. He pressed onward, making sure Jinx didn’t make any type of protest. She didn’t. By this point that was expected. He had no idea if she was in pain, or enjoying it. She’d made it clear by now that she didn’t let pain stop her from doing what she wanted. Maybe she enjoyed a bit of pain. He could use that to his advantage.
Theiram pushed harder, grunting as his shaft was painfully squeezed by her tiny, stretched anus. It was genuinely painful for him to fit inside, but that pain was matched by some of the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. He didn’t care how long it took, he would break her ass in, he’d fuck her as long and hard as he wanted.
Jinx felt that warmth between her legs again, even as she winced at the sensation of being stretched so wide. What followed was a small trickle of juices, flowing from her pussy and down her leg. That trickle became a small river. She liked that feeling, the burning in her loins, the pressure in her belly. Sex was awesome!
Finally, Theiram managed to fit himself halfway inside. It was arduous, but he could feel her slowly stretching out for him. The pain had lessened, the struggle was easier. It had been hard to notice at first, but once he pulled himself out a bit, and pushed back inside, he noticed how much easier it had become. And so he pressed harder, pumping in and out, pushing just a little further each time. Jinx was gasping, panting, and soon moaning at the way he fucked her. Her insides were even hotter than her pussy, and much stranger than he’d expected. It was both loose and tight at the same time. Like her guts were stretching for him, but squeezing down all at once. Her sphincter, though, was without a doubt the tightest thing he’d ever put his dick inside. He was sure it would even feel tight around his finger.
Jinx noticed it first, when Theiram’s groin began pressing against her cheeks. He was too overwhelmed by everything to notice. Only when he realized he could press no further did he look down and see that he was flattening her cheeks against his groin. He moaned loudly at the sight, and the realization. Pausing for a moment, Theiram noticed how slick Jinx’s legs were. He reached under her, sliding two fingers into her pussy, relishing in the way she squealed with delight. His fingers remained for only a moment, though. He only wanted to use her juices for a bit more lubrication. After pulling his cock out a couple inches, he rubbed his shaft with her vaginal juices, and pressed back inside. It made little difference, but a little was enough.
He clenched his eyes shut, the sensation too powerful as he pulled himself back out of her ass. Theiram didn’t intend to pull all the way out, only going as far as to pull his shaft free, but leaving his cockhead firmly lodged in her asshole. And then he pressed forward again, stretching her guts around his manhood. And then back out, and back in. Slowly but surely he picked up speed.
Jinx was quivering at that point, moaning whorishly as her orgasm approached. She pushed herself back against him, eliciting a groan from the man inside of her. Then she pulled away, before slamming herself back down around his cock. Theiram’s grip around her waist tightened. He bucked forward again, and Jinx let out a wail. Her asshole clenched around him, spasming as she came. He let out a gasp of pain, her winking ring of muscle was squeezing him too hard.
Theiram attempted to pull himself out, but his mushroom head was literally stuck inside of her, at least for the duration of her orgasm. Her legs gave out, but he held her up. Her spasming asshole was too much for him to bear, but he couldn’t escape it. So he decided to embrace it instead.
Jinx was speechless, but managed to squeal in delight as Theiram’s arms wrapped under her knees, before folding her in the air like a toy. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to pound her ass as hard as he could, but she was simply stunned. It was all too much, all too incredible. Upon being suddenly slammed down his shaft, and rapidly pulled back up as he pulled out of her, only to drive himself back into her, she realized she wouldn’t have to tell him. He was already doing it for her.
His groin clapped against her ass, his testicles slapping against her permanently gushing pussy as he drove himself in and out of her rectum. She bounced up and down, small tits quaking as she was used like a toy. A stream of mindless moans, squeals, and whorish giggles escaped her mouth endlessly. Theiram was silent, solely focused on ruining Jinx’s asshole. His breathing was labored, and he sweat as he strained to fuck her brains out. It felt incredible, this was the best fuck he’d ever had. And he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time with her.
With that in mind, he didn’t stop his orgasm, instead he embraced it. His muscles tensed, his thighs quaked, and he rutted into Jinx’s tight ass as he released every ounce of seed he had left into her bowels. It was a surprising amount as well. He could feel each spurt, her sphincter stretched with each one, as it was so tight that his cumvein barely had room to stretch with each spurt. This only added to the intense pressure Theiram was feeling.
Jinx was seeing stars, her cunt squirting juices across the room and onto the floor as her guts were painted white. Her stomach bulged ever so slightly as she was filled to the brim with jizz. Suddenly, without warning, she was dropped to the ground. She landed on her feet, for a moment, before collapsing to her knees. She knelt forward against the ground, her face landing in a puddle of her quim. She took the moment to drink it up, licking it off the floor like a dog.
Theiram couldn’t believe he was still standing. He was leaning back, his hands gripping a table that sat behind him, using it to hold himself up. His manhood continued to convulse, spurting small droplets of jizm as he rode out the end of his orgasm. A gasp escaped his lips as his dick was suddenly engulfed in the warm embrace of Jinx’s mouth. He looked down as Jinx forcibly choked herself on his dick.
Jinx didn’t care that this dick had just been stuffed in her ass, she wanted to choke on it. She liked choking on it. And the new flavor just added to the thrill of it all. She moaned when she felt Theiram’s hands clench the back of her skull. And she would have moaned, if it weren’t for the cacophony of retches and gags that ensued as he ruthlessly fucked her face for one last orgasm.
It came quickly, he had very little stamina left. Just a few small spurts of seed were all that escaped him, but the pleasure was all the same for him. He let go of her head and watched as his cock was pulled from her messy gullet. Countless strings of spit and slop stretched and split as she pulled away and smiled up at him. She gasped and giggled as she stared up at his awestruck face. She wiped her mouth of the excess gunk and sperm, and stood. She staggered, noticing a newfound pain in her ass.
“Thank you Chuck, that was awesome! I want to do it again, every day! I can be your little bar helper, but secretly your cock sleeve! I can be fucking you under the counter and no one would know! Chuck, let’s do that! Can we do that? Please, Chuck?”
Theiram didn’t even care about his name anymore. He would happily be Chuck if this is what it meant he could do. He was too speechless to respond with more than a nod. But that was enough to make her jump for joy.
“When do ya wanna do it again!?”
“I-I, I need to recover for a bit… Uh, tomorrow maybe?”
Jinx eagerly nodded before collecting her pants and torn top and running up the stairs. Theiram didn’t know where she was going, but Silco was gone from his office, thankfully. It would be a little dangerous, doing such things with Jinx under his nose. But the risk was surely more than worth the reward.
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Several weeks later, Theiram was leaning over the counter, sliding a drink towards a patron that was already half a dozen drinks over the edge. He stumbled, mumbling his thanks, before staggering out the door.
“You can keep the drink! I guess…” Theiram mumbled, giving a light, unnoticeable thrust of his hips, which caused a light, and just as unnoticeable gurgle to emanate from under the counter. He let out a groan, trying to mask it as one of annoyance, as the next, and final customer of the night approached.
“Purple Unicorn, as usual!” The woman, surprisingly well-dressed for the area, said as she leaned on the counter.
Theiram leaned a bit further forward, making sure nothing was visible below his waist. He reached behind him, keeping his lower body in place, trying to make it look like he was showing off as opposed to hiding something, or someone. A glass flipped in the air, and he caught it mere moments before it would have smashed against the counter. In his other hand was a bottle of ‘Purple Unicorn,’ which he poured into the cup. Once filled, he slid the cup across the counter and into the woman’s eager hand.
“Quit trying, you know I’m taken!”
“Doesn’t hurt to try.” Theiram bluffed.
She winked, before stepping away from the counter. “I get a free glass too?”
“Sure.” Theiram said. The sooner she was gone, the better. Things were growing a bit tense down below.
As soon as she left, closing the door behind her, Theiram reached under the counter, not for the mass of blue hair, no, to the right of that. His finger found the button, and pressed it. Immediately, the neon OPEN sign went dim, and the CLOSED sign replaced it. He waited, seeing if anyone came to the door for a few moments. After a couple minutes passed, he sighed.
Suddenly, his hands shot down, gripping the skull under the counter in a harsh vice. His hips moved suddenly, immediately hammering in and out of the tight, squelching throat under him. Theiram didn’t stop, he wasn’t worried about the blue-haired girl below him, even as she choked and gagged the entire time he had his way with her. His pants grew wet from the constant mess of slop and spit his cock was shoveling out.
Jinx’s hands were behind her back, clasped together patiently. Even as she choked, her gaze never left Theiram’s. She knew he liked the way she gagged whenever he fucked her throat. She liked it too, it was fun! The way his face contorted whenever she’d make her throat convulse around his shaft always made her feel good. She stared at him, his mouth agape as he drilled her sloppy throat. Her eye contact remained, she didn’t even blink when his load began stuffing her throat further, and she was forced to swallow it down. No, Jinx didn’t blink, or look anywhere else, until he pulled his cock from her throat and staggered backwards like he always did. Then she blinked, and caught her breath.
Theiram sighed, letting his dick remain free of his pants as it softened, dripping in excess spit and cum. “Fuck I needed that.” He’d been holding it in for several hours. Jinx had stopped by earlier than expected, and snuck under the counter, promptly swallowing his cock as soon as he started talking to a customer. He figured his roughness had been a fair punishment for putting him in such a predicament. Jinx never seemed to care, never struggling no matter how rough he’d get.
“Ahem.”
He looked back down, noticing he’d been staring at the ceiling since his orgasm. Jinx was currently bent over the counter, or rather, against it, as she was just too short to bend over it naturally. Her pants were at her knees, and she was eagerly spreading her ass cheeks, revealing two incredibly tempting holes.
“Which one do you want first?”
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Title: (Commission) BOT GAP(ED)
Chapter title: BOT-GAPED
Story Description:
Xayah's been forced to remain on the Rift while Rakan's on vacation. She gets stuck with useless support after useless support and is having no better luck in her current game. Her support, Zilean, goes so far as to rage quit. With the surrender vote out of her hands, Xayah is left at the mercy of the enemy bot-lane duo: Draven and Sett.
Games: League of Legends
Story Content:
“You’re shitting me! How is this my fault? Zilean you don’t get to go zero and four and then just-” Xayah paused. The announcement of her support’s departure echoed through the rift and then endlessly through her mind. “Shit…” She knew he wasn’t going to be coming back. And it was for that reason that she decided to autopilot to lane while systematically muting everyone on her team. “I’m so sick of this! Just four more minutes, then I can get the hell out of here.”
She didn’t even care about last-hitting minions. They were there for her to get her anger out; who cared if she missed some gold? What was the point? Zilean was the third support in a row to rage-quit on her. All they did was intentionally feed and rage and leave. It felt like everything was out of her control. Why couldn’t she have been on vacation? No one could support her like Rakan could, and he was on vacation. She hoped, at the very least, that he was having a better time than she was.
Xayah was so tilted that she was completely oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t alone. She’d figured that her opponents had gone back to base. In reality, Sett and Draven were far closer than that. They had watched the whole tantrum, and they heard her fight with Zilean. At least, they had overheard the important part. They knew the old man was gone and that the beautiful little bird was alone.
“And you’re sure we won’t get banned?”
“Please, Sett, man up. No way they’d have the balls to ban either of us. Maybe we’d be suspended, with pay, but who would mind that?” Draven fingered the tips of his dangling mustache. “Plus, look at that thing, it’s worth it…” He’d had a bulge in his pants nearly since the game began. Not every champion was worthy of his affection, but Xayah was certainly one of them.
Sett eyed the Vastayan. She had her back turned to them, making lethargic motions as she threw her feathers with abandon. She was rather slim, all things considered, but that wasn’t always bad. Xayah had meat where it mattered. Her thighs, hidden only partly by her feathery dress, were just thick enough to make him want to give them a squeeze. It was mostly muscle, which he could respect. Xayah was lean and toned, but of course, there was still fat to be found. He was eager to fuck the attitude right out of her. And he knew she would have a prime-grade, tight pussy.
“Alright, I’m game.”
“Atta boy!” Draven left his axes on the ground and cracked his neck. There was no need for this to get bloody.
Xayah didn’t hear the bush rustle. She didn’t even hear Sett’s heavy footsteps, not until it was too late. When her ears finally perked up to the sound, she whirled around. Surprised quickly dwindled into something more akin to annoyance. Sett wasn’t charging at her, neither was Draven. They knew that she was alone. She had no doubt that they were simply there to gloat.
“Zilean left?”
“Yeah.” She took a step back. “And don’t even think about sending me back to base. You’ll be plucking feathers from your ass for days.”
Sett scoffed. “Calm down. No point bullying you further.”
“Why the fuck are you even down here? Sett support? How much of an asshole can you be?”
“Come on now, I thought Zilean would’ve bullied me whenever I walked up.”
Xayah let Sett pace around her. She was too caught up in her emotions to pay attention. “Guess he just sucked then.”
Draven snickered. “We’re just better.”
Xayah huffed and crossed her arms. “Whatever, not like anything I’ll say will get through your thick skull. Game’s over anyway.”
Draven looked around as if confused. He studied the sky, the towers, the minions, then looked back at Xayah. “It is? Doesn’t look like it to me.”
“We’ll be surrendering in like three minutes, idiot.”
“Oh, no shit…”
“We don’t have much time then.” Sett had worked his way behind Xayah.
Just as she turned to face him and ask what he meant, she was violently tugged backwards. Her head hit something hard, a minion's helmet. The world spun around for a second as she tried to recover from the stun. Sett’s muscular forearm forced Xayah’s head up and her neck was squeezed tight by the inside of his elbow. She choked briefly, but he loosened his grip just enough to allow her to breathe.
The stun wore off and Xayah began to flail. “Hey! What the hell are you doing!?” She kicked her legs out, trying to use the force and her weight to slip out from Sett’s grasp. Her kicks kept Draven at bay, whose eyes had become suddenly predatory. He almost looked like he was hungry.
“Hey now, calm down girlie. Don’t wanna hurt yourself.” Sett had to strengthen his grip. Xayah was scrappy, but he didn’t want to choke her out.
Draven ducked his head back and forth and weaved his body as if trying to find the right angle and dramatically dodging her talons. “Whoa! She’s got fight!” He batted one talon to the side and took a big step forward.
“Get the fuck off of me! What’s wrong with you!?” Xayah began clawing at Sett’s forearm. The man didn’t even seem to feel it. Panic set in. She summoned a set of feathers but had little time to aim. Her throw went wide, and Draven hardly had to duck.
“Shit, grab her arms!”
Sett grunted and reached around with his free hand and captured Xayah’s closest arm. He pinned it between his body and hers, then wrestled for her other one. All the while she screamed and flailed and clawed. She even tried to bite him.
“Let me go, you fuckers! Or I swear I’ll- hey!”
With her attention was on Sett, giving Draven a perfect window to slip between her legs. He reached under her mahogany feather dress and grabbed at her panties. His first grip slipped as she wriggled, but his second was forceful. His digits hooked into her underwear, and he tugged.
Much like the announcement declaring Zilean’s abandonment, the sound of her panties tearing from her hips echoed in Xayah’s head. She opened her mouth to shout more threats and profanities but found herself speechless. Draven was proudly holding her purple lingerie in his hand. He held it above his head, displaying it for Sett and any potential spectator to see. Her face grew beet red, and she tried to look away.
Draven laughed like a freak. “Wearing this to the Rift? Were you hoping to be nabbed up by some burly men? Is this what you wanted?” He lowered his hand. The panties were slightly moist. Both from arousal and sweat. “Heh… She must have liked the way you grabbed her.”
Before continuing, Draven brought the inside of Xayah’s panties to his face and breathed deep. He groaned at the smell, and gave the material a good, long suck before stuffing it away in his pocket.
“You freak! What’s wrong with you!?” Xayah found her voice and squirmed again. Her frustration grew with every failed escape. “What, you’re gonna rape me? In the middle of a fucking game? Sick, disgusting perverts!” She roared and seethed. “There’s no way you’ll get away with this!”
Draven fought to control her legs. And, while it didn’t seem like it, Sett was actively wrestling with her as well. Xayah was fierce, which just made fucking her all the more appealing. He caught one of her feet and blocked a blow from the other and closed the distance again. He fumbled around, trying to decide what to do.
“Come on, get her out of the dress.” Sett growled.
Draven smiled. He knew exactly how to do that. He reached around her hips, taking two handfuls of her bubbly ass, and squeezed. “Fuck yeah…” His fingers sank deeper, slipping into her crack, and he pulled as hard as he could.
Xayah was pulled free of Set’s stranglehold. He was holding the collar of her dress now, and she was being pulled out of it. Her words were muffled by the thick, plumed cloth. Once free of it, she fell backwards and landed in the grass. She blew some hair out of her face and moved to rise, but Sett was already grabbing her again. He lifted her up by her armpits while Draven continued to fondle her ass cheeks.
“What hole you taking?” Draven asked.
“I’m not gonna pass up such a tight pussy. You’re an ass man anyway.”
“How could you tell?” Draven snickered. His fingers slipped between her cheeks again and found her asshole.
Xayah yelped and flinched like she had just been shocked. Draven’s digits followed her, pressing against her backdoor and tracing circles over its shape. He paid little attention to her pussy, though it was tight and pink. Her inner folds peeked out from her mound slightly puffy. He began twisting her hips. It was awkward at first, with only her lower half responding to his demands. Sett caught on though and, after letting his annoyance be known, flipped Xayah onto her stomach. He pressed his palm between her shoulder blades. This kept her from moving much but gave Draven the freedom to do what he wanted. And what Draven wanted was to stuff his face between Xayah’s cheeks and indulge while he had the chance.
First, he spread her cheeks and drank in the sight of her pale ring. Pink only in the center, her sphincter was made up of thin grayish-brown ridges that stretched outward from her hole. It was small, cute, and Draven planted his lips on it. With a loud, shameless smack of his lips, he pulled away. To him, that was his act of claiming her. What followed was simply indulgence. He dove forward again and kissed her pucker before letting his tongue free. It worked from her taint, up the length of her crack, until he found her tailbone.
“You bastard! If you don’t stop this I’ll-” Xayah’s mouth was quickly covered by Sett’s hand. She tried fruitlessly to bite it and thrashed her head to and fro. All the while, her butthole was made wet and loose by Draven’s eager tongue. Of all people, why did it have to be him? You couldn’t have gotten much worse than Draven.
The man in question was now sucking on her asshole. Brief, but powerful suction was applied to her backdoor, which allowed his tongue to begin making progress. He grunted and pushed forward, using his tongue like a spear. Xayah’s sphincter was forced to spread, and she groaned in discomfort. Her ring expanded without her permission, and Draven’s snake-like tongue wormed its way inside. Another groan escaped him. His tongue flicked against the walls of her colon. He relished in her deep flavors.
“Come on, dude. We might not have long.”
Draven shoved his tongue as deep as it could go, then flattened it against the roof of Xayah’s colon and slowly pulled himself free. His lips separated from her sphincter with a pop, and he sighed with contentment.
“Fine, just getting her all prepared for me. At least I hope so. You ever been fucked in the ass, Xayah?”
Xayah had been fucked in the ass plenty, but never by someone like him. She didn’t actually answer him, though. Not only was her mouth still covered, but she didn’t want to.
A series of muffled and very aggressive shouts and indecipherable sentences was the only answer he received. He shrugged and began fussing with his pants. Sett lifted Xayah into the air and against his body without much issue, though in doing so uncovered her mouth. Her death threats and curses returned, and only a few inches from his ear. He winced and turned his head away, but otherwise made sure not to drop her. In a rather awkward motion, he tucked her under his arm like a log or something and yanked his pants down with his free hand. He stepped out of them and kicked them towards the bush. He didn’t like anything getting in the way of his fucking.
With his hands he folded her legs up, gripping her by the inside of her knees. Her calves draped against his biceps, and she could do little to resist in this position. Sett wasted no time lifting her and lining her up with his cock. She didn’t even have time to look at it, but judging by his size, she knew to be afraid. Her voice cracked and she fell silent for a time. Her screaming was doing nothing. The surrender vote had begun. It was time to get the hell out of here and demand a vacation.
Sett had assumed her silence had stemmed from seeing the size of his cock. He smirked at that idea and pressed his glans against her folds. He didn’t apply any pressure yet, instead he enjoyed the gentle flow of arousal that dribbled down the head of his cock. It was warm, thick and sticky. In another scenario, he would have been happy to eat her out before fucking her brains out.
“It’s okay to like it, y’know.” He said.
“What the fuck!?” Xayah screamed loud enough to make Sett flinch. He nearly dropped her, but she didn’t try to escape. She was in shock. “Are you people stupid? Do you even see the shit going on down here? How could you all vote no? Hello!?” Fuck, she was muted. She could only speak to other champions face to face now. “You idiots! You idiots! I can’t fucking believe th- aah!”
Xayah screamed again, this time wordlessly. The breath was stolen from her lungs. Sett had brought her up, then slammed her down around his length and she was impaled on it. Her folds were forced to stretch wide, far wider than she was prepared for. For a moment she saw stars and her body shuddered. She dug her claws into his shoulders.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep my hearing.” Without further ado, Sett began to bounce her up and down, using his strength to maneuver her like she was little more than a toy.
Thankfully, Xayah was too stunned to shout again. Sett felt her quivers, the way she shuddered in his arms and against his chest. He buried his nose in her neck and breathed her in, but this wasn’t to be a very intimate experience. Draven was there to ensure that.
Xayah hated how quickly her body began to give in, how quickly she became wet. Her pussy leaked around Sett’s massive cock and her body soon heated up. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. But it was impossible to regain herself, even before Draven began prodding at her backdoor. However, things became far more panicked and uncontrollable once he did.
“Wait, wait wait wait! Can you just, ngh, go one at a time or something?” No response came, only more prodding. “Draven, Draven!” She heard him snicker. Why was she even trying to beg? She was begging Draven, one of the vilest men in Runeterra. She didn’t know if the sudden surge of anger she felt was really directed at Draven, or herself.
“Fucking animal! How dare you! You won’t get away with this, I swear…”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Draven mimicked a mouth with his hand, opening and closing it in time with his words. “You already said all that. Just shush and open up for me.”
“I’ll never…ngh!” Xayah winced as Draven prodded once again.
“That’s just fine. I like a little fight, anyway.”
“You’re a pig.” Xayah hated his laugh, and that was all he gave in response.
Draven gripped the base of his cock more tightly and actually started trying. The earlier prods had only been to tease Xayah. He loved seeing her squirm and rage. It was satisfying, fulfilling. His cockhead strained against Xayah’s backdoor. She was clenching and in response to her insubordination, he gave her a strong smack. At the same moment that she winced and hissed, he shoved forward. That was all it took to get him inside. Xayah’s sphincter stretched and his glans was swallowed up within the tight, hot confines of Xayah’s asshole.
“Think you can keep me out, pfft.”
“F-fuck you…” Xayah spoke through gritted teeth.
Sett’s arms were wrapped around her body, pulling her and holding her in a bear hug. It was easy to keep her still and pound into her. She was as light as a feather, but almost tighter than anyone he’d fucked.
“Shit, how are you so tight?”
“You should try her ass.” Draven took great handfuls of her tightly stretched ass and squeezed. He sighed, pleased, then gave her another spank.
Xayah didn’t make any retort or threat. She simply hissed again and grimaced. Her nails continued to dig into Sett’s shoulders as his thick, powerful cock drilled into her pussy. It felt incredible, even with Draven in her ass. She hated Draven, but she didn’t hate anal. Still, as pleasurable as it may have been, she refused to enjoy it. Not because of loyalty to Rakan or anything like that. No, they were incredibly sexual creatures and felt that emotional love was what made a relationship. Pleasures of the body were fun and existed to be indulged in. She hoped that he was experiencing as good of a fuck as she was, and that he was actually enjoying it. But she refused to give in to it simply because these men were assholes. Complete and utter obnoxious little dickheads. It was spite, really, nothing more.
The two obnoxious little dickheads in question were getting every ounce of enjoyment out of her that they could. There was no rhythm to their thrusts. Each man was out for himself and fucked her at his own pace. Sett’s pumps were slow but powerful. He was taking some time to relish in the sensation of her tight cunt milking his rod. Draven, on the other hand, was happily pumping with abandon. He wasn’t pounding her though, not yet. His pace was rapid, but his hips didn’t touch her ass. He never fully sheathed himself inside of her.
Little grunts and deep breaths escaped Xayah and were the only ways for her to relieve her needs to moan. It was like a physical feeling in her throat, desperate to be freed. But she couldn’t free it. For her pride, she would not free it. So she acted like she was uncomfortable and nothing else. Granted, it was uncomfortable to a degree, but that just came with the territory of being double stuffed. What also came from the sensation of two big dicks sawing in and out of her sensitive holes – so girthy that she could feel her walls being pressed together – was pleasure. Such an immense amount of pleasure, in fact, that it was nearly impossible to contain.
Draven leaned into Xayah’s shoulder. He pressed his lips into the crook of her neck and kissed her. When she shuddered and tried to wriggle away, he inhaled her hair. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”
Xayah shook her head from side to side as much as she could. It was all she could do to avoid Draven’s mouth. Her face was a mask of hatred. She resisted the urge to headbutt the man, and she kept her mouth shut as well. Any more speaking would just bring her shame. That, and she was likely to moan, no matter how badly she would have tried to fight it. She knew her limits, and that was where she was. A dangerous precipice. For her pride, she fought to resist.
Sett groaned again. Xayah’s smooth, gentle and tight folds were blowing his mind. The muscles of her tunnel gently massaged his length as if desperate for his seed. And he was happy to give it what it wanted, but not yet. The position he was in limited his maneuverability, and he wanted to pound her properly before he came. Not that he only had one go in him, but he wanted his first to be his best, and he wanted to make her cum with him. And for that he needed to go all out. He could tell she was fighting herself, but also that she was quite good at it. So he edged himself slowly, pumping into her with care.
Draven, on the other hand, was growing more and more aggressive. But he still didn’t finish his thrusts. He stopped and pulled back to his glans whenever he was nearly hilted inside. Occasionally he eyed Sett, to see if the man was any closer to orgasm than he was. It never seemed that way and that was annoying. There was no way Draven was going to be the first to finish.
Eventually Sett realized what Draven was doing. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He never cared for competing to see who could last the longest; it was only because he wanted to fuck her properly that he was holding his orgasm back. But that required Draven giving him space to work, and it was clear that he wasn’t going to do that. Maybe he could make do with what he had, then.
Xayah’s fingers dug into Sett’s shoulders again, but this time she draped herself over him. His hips were slamming into her thighs and his massive cock was drilling into her harder than ever. She groaned and clenched her eyes and tried to keep her head from his shoulder. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. She could feel that he was close to cumming. The constant, weighty pulses of his member gave it away. All she had to do was outlast him, then he would surely have to slow back down. She furrowed her brow in concentration, hissing and groaning all the while. Focus on the bad. Unfortunately, there was very little bad here, and what bad there was quickly began to dwindle in the face of the pleasure she was feeling.
Her breathing was ragged and rapid. Draven began to paw at her breasts from behind. He pinched her nipples and made her squirm. It was obvious that she was fighting herself, and he loved that.
“Hey, wanna give me some space for a sec?” Sett finally broke down and asked.
Draven took a small moment to consider it before agreeing. “This means I get some space too.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Once Draven stepped away, Sett changed his position. His hands traveled low, to Xayah’s glutes, and he let her drape backwards. She dangled, groaning as if woozy, and her arms hung limply from her shoulders. Her hair was pulled from her face as she dangled half-way upside-down, and Sett got to work.
Half of his thrusting was done with his hips, and the other was with his hands, lifting her up and slamming her down. Now that he had more space, he could pound the Vastayan brat like he wanted. Her groans became more delirious, primal reactions to the stimulation. She was trying her best, he had to commend her for that.
The sound of his hips slamming into her spread thighs echoed into the nearby forests, inviting nearby things to either run or venture closer out of curiosity. He breathed heavily and sweat began to drip from his brow. She felt incredible, most of his chicks didn’t compare. He shouldn’t have expected anything less from someone who was not only a champion, but a Vastayan to boot. No one could fuck like a Vastayan, and he relished his opportunities to have one.
Xayah was limp, like a toy. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to resist or move to maintain some kind of control, it was that she couldn’t. Her situation had reached the point where any movement she made served only to accentuate the sensations her groin was feeling. Things were getting dire. There wasn’t much else she could do, or handle.
Suddenly, Sett let out a deep, bassy moan, and drove himself as deep into her cunt as he could. Then, thankfully, he remained still. Though his cock pulsed violently, and her insides were flooded with seed, it was still far less stimulation than the previous pounding. Xayah could handle this and it felt wonderful. It was just enough to keep her on the edge of release. Why, she wondered, couldn’t this have happened under different circumstances?
The best orgasms were strong enough to make Sett’s leg wobble and threaten to fold, and this one did that and more. He had to fight to keep her aloft. Even an awkward position as this was easy for him to maintain when his nerves weren’t going haywire, but he was too shaky to maintain control. So he bent his knees and descended slowly to the ground.
Xayah was placed to the ground in a surprisingly gentle manner. But even the little blades of grass were enough to stimulate her. Once she was on the ground, Sett gave her a few more pumps, before finally pulling out and letting the rest of her body rest on the ground. Immediately following his departure, his cum began to spill from her folds. She groaned and placed a hand on her abdomen. Her pussy was stuffed so full that she had expected to feel some kind of bulge, but there was none. But that wasn’t what really mattered. What really mattered was that she had won. She had beaten Sett, and she had beaten her own body. No orgasm rocked through her body.
Regaining his balance, Sett took a few steps backwards. Upon studying Xayah, he realized that she hadn’t orgasmed with him. How surprising. It annoyed him, slightly, but he had to admit he was impressed.
“Look at you. Made of stronger stuff than I thought.” Sett smirked. “But that was only the first round.” He looked to Draven, who was eagerly eyeing the immobile Vastayan. “She’s all yours.”
A gravely chuckle brought Xayah back to reality. She had heard Sett’s words just fine, and took some pride in them, until he mentioned that this wasn’t over. She should have expected that, but that wasn’t what was the worst to her. It was Draven’s turn, and she would never be able to live it down if she came around his cock. She didn’t want to cum for either of them, but if she had to make a choice, it certainly wouldn’t have been Draven. But there was nothing that she could do. It was too soon to start another vote; she was just going to have to deal with it.
Draven loomed over her and rolled her onto her stomach. His cock was still hard, and his orgasm had receded due to the lack of stimulation. That meant he had more time alone with her. Or, at least, alone with her bottom half. That was the deal, and he wouldn’t hesitate to remind Sett of that if he moved to fuck her before Draven came. With his hands around her thighs, he lifted her up until her butt jutted into the air. Her asshole had recovered well but was now wet with arousal. Her womanly juices glistened around her hole and taint, tempting Draven to give it another taste, but he needed to cum too badly for that.
Xayah pressed her palms to the ground to support herself. Otherwise, she didn’t move at all. She had no plans to offer Draven any assistance or sign that she was enjoying it. And if she did end up enjoying this, it was purely due to her fondness for anal sex and nothing else. Digging her fingers into the earth, she braced herself. Her jaw was clenched, she was focused. Draven’s member returned to her backdoor and pressed inside.
The snug, constricting and warm sphincter swallowed up Draven’s glans once again. It was a feeling he never got tired of. He moved slowly, allowing himself time to feel her sphincter’s friction around every inch of his head. Once past her entrance, it opened up a bit. Just enough to allow his cock to breathe. But it wasn’t like she lost her tightness. That wasn’t true at all. Her walls still enveloped him rather tightly due to his girth, and it would have even if he weren’t so well-endowed. Inch by inch, he watched her asshole swallow him up like a pair of beautiful, forbidden lips.
Once he was halfway inside of her, he picked up the pace. Xayah’s talons curled, and her knees spread apart without her permission, allowing Draven more room to play. And play he did. He began pumping in full. Every thrust pushed him an inch or two deeper, until finally Xayah could feel his hips slamming into her thighs and cheeks. Her body shook in response to his powerful impacts.
Finally, he could fuck her how he wanted. There was fun to be had in double stuffing a bitch, of course, but Draven enjoyed having full control a bit more. He dug his hands into the sides of her hips and his thumbs into her dimples of venus, and he hammered away. He reared his head back and smiled wide, closing his eyes and focusing solely on the way her bowels felt. Draven couldn’t think of anywhere better to be than with his cock snugly enveloped in her piping hot guts. He felt them contort around him as he battered them. They clung to his shaft as he pushed and pulled, distending and contracting chaotically. At the same time, her anus was stretched and pulled as well. Even when he nearly pulled out all the way, her ring distended to stay around his glans. It was a sight to behold, and one that was quickly bringing him to a most enticing orgasm.
Sett’s member had never fully softened. It had gotten about halfway, but then he paid attention to Xayah’s face. The way her expression shifted as her butt was fucked and the way she struggled to contain herself. She had a nice set of plump lips. They would have looked great around his cock. Yeah, that was what he would do next, and it wouldn’t get in Draven’s way. So he kneeled down in front of her, with one knee on the ground and the other beside Xayah’s head. Strangely, he didn’t even need to tell her to open her mouth. He pressed his cock against her lips, and they were around his glans a moment later. Even if she was rather eager, he still placed his hand behind her head and helped urge her to move.
Strangely, Xayah didn’t quite remember inviting Sett’s cock into her mouth. But now her head was bobbing around it and she could taste herself. She liked the taste of herself quite a bit, and Sett’s masculine taste provided a good contrast. An attractive, intoxicating contrast. Fuck.
The dick in her ass wasn’t helping her either, of course. It felt wonderful, but she would have rather died than admit that to Draven. So, in a way, she saw the dick in her mouth as a bit of a blessing. She was less likely to moan this way, and she could get dramatic with it and gag more harshly to distract herself and perhaps even mask her moans. Therefore, when she felt him reach the entrance to her throat, she didn’t try to retreat. Granted, she liked giving sloppy head. She liked just about everything that was being done to her, which only added to her frustration. By this point, if it weren’t for Draven, she probably would have swallowed her pride and gave in to her lust.
Sett’s member was eagerly gobbled up, and he indulged her by shoving forward. In doing so, he invited the first of what would surely be many gags. She coughed around him rather dramatically and spit spilled onto his groin. He groaned and pushed deeper. He could feel her throat spasming around him. It was strange, actually, in that it didn’t feel natural. It felt like she was controlling her throat, forcing herself to gag. He didn’t call her out on it, instead he simply smirked and enjoyed what she offered.
At the other end, Xayah’s cheeks were still being ruthlessly clapped. Draven was edging himself now, lingering on the precipice of orgasm for as long as he could, while still pounding into her guts with abandon. He didn’t care if he came, this was just a game to him, to see how long he could last while giving it his all. The answer was a few dozen pumps, but his body soon took control, and he began to unload. His hips continued moving, but his thrusts were shorter. His cock never pulled out more than a few inches, remaining almost completely hilted inside of her for the duration of his orgasm. The pulses of his dick were nearly painful whenever it reached the portion of his shaft that was in the vice-like grip of Xayah’s sphincter. It felt incredible.
“Fuck, yes… So good.” Draven hilted himself inside of her bowels and remained there. He gently patted Xayah’s ass cheek, “that’s a good girl. A nice, tight ass for me to enjoy. You know, there’s always a place for you in Noxus, if you’re tired of living like a savage in the wilds of Ionia. Or wherever it is you live.”
Xayah nearly bit down around the cock in her mouth. Instead, she caught herself and forced a very strong gag. Her upper back convulsed in reaction, and a wave of thick spit spilled from her lips. Sett groaned and pulsed inside of her. Xayah’s throat threatened to force his orgasm from him, and he hadn’t even been inside of her for more than a few minutes. It was shocking, how good she was at choking on dick. If he were of the mind, he would have assumed she was enjoying this. But at this point he didn’t care. Not anymore. Not with his dick buried balls deep in Xayah’s gullet. That was all that mattered at the moment.
He grabbed her head tightly and refused to let her pull back for air, not that she was trying to. Sett reared his head back and groaned. His eyes were clenched shut, a slight grimace on his face representing the intensity of the experience. After a moment, he gathered himself and tightened his grip on Xayah’s head. He glanced up and saw that Draven’s attention had been pulled somewhere else, towards the river. He didn’t follow the man’s gaze; he was focused solely on cumming down Xayah’s perfect throat.
“Welcome! Welcome!” Draven bellowed. A hearty laugh escaped him, and he took a few steps toward the newly formed crowd. He waved his arms. “You’ve come to see a little bird get pounded? Setting aside your differences, the rules of the match, and coming together to watch the show? I don’t blame you!”
The gathered champions remained silent. One of them chuckled, but it was clear that they weren’t there for Draven’s showmanship. Their eyes were on Xayah, and her dramatically distended throat, and the man hammering into it. Sett wasn’t paying any attention to the crowd. He was hypnotized by Xayah’s throat and the copious strings of spit that connected the two of them together. His groin was coated in it, and Xayah’s face painted in it. She choked incessantly.
The spit was most copious around her lips, naturally, but several strings extended from her chin and her nose. Some dribbled down into a small pool that continued to grow in the dirt. It spilled more thickly as Sett picked up the pace. He hammered into her face without care.
Xayah’s gags were progressively becoming more and more real. The pounding she was receiving was too much for even her to handle. Just how long had it been since she had a fuck as brutal as this? She gurgled a masked moan. Why couldn’t this have been any other situation? A violent, compulsive retch and a fresh load of spit. Her next breath made her cough. Spit spilled from her nose. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t see. Moments later, the cock in her throat exploded.
Again, and thankfully so, her moan was covered up by another choked gurgle. She could feel it, every ounce of semen filling her gullet. And she was forced to swallow, lest she would have passed out. Just the way she liked her throatpies. She could feel the cum traveling through Sett’s cock before it spilled into her. It was incredible and just as incredibly difficult to resist truly getting into it. But she had to control herself, she had to stop.
Sett had both hands in her hair. He stood squatting, both knees on either side of Xayah’s head. He groaned repeatedly until his cock was milked dry. Even then, he still wasn’t fully soft. But, when he pulled out of her throat and allowed her to catch her breath, he finally noticed the crowd. He, like Draven, always enjoyed a crowd. Granted, he had never really had one when he was fucking, but the idea never seemed unenjoyable for him. And now it didn’t seem like he had much of a choice. So he smiled and rose and stood beside Draven. Though, it was quickly clear that these spectators didn’t give a shit about them. They only showed up to see Xayah get fucked. Fair enough.
Sett looked to Draven, who had come to the same realization. He shrugged and Draven snickered.
“Well, let’s give them what they want!” Draven roared. He turned to Xayah, ignoring the apathy that resonated from the crowd.
Xayah was sitting on her knees. She had finally regained control of her breathing and swallowed up all of the excess semen that had lingered in her mouth and stuck to her throat. Though not much attention was paid to whatever the duo had been saying, when she looked up at them and saw the glint in their eyes, her stomach dropped and her cunt oozed. Then she noticed the crowd and, instead of blushing, she went pale. Her blood ran cold. Only after that did the embarrassment sink in, and she blushed.
But there was little time for the reality of the situation to truly sink in. Xayah’s attention was pulled immediately to the approaching duo. No, it wasn’t over, but what did they have planned for her? She knew that the both of them were showboaters, and that made her dread what was to come. They were going to be rougher with her, more aggressive, to please the crowd. She knew that for sure. She watched them nod at each other, forming a mutual agreement that gave her butterflies.
All that Xayah offered, as she was lifted into the air, was a mewl. The duo stood on either side of her. Each held one of her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs were then pressed together, knees folded. They held her with ease, and she would have been lying if she said it didn’t arouse her. She was both a dom and a sub, depending on the date, but she had no choice here. And the mere concept of that could have driven her wild, if only.
To top it all off and make matters just a little more unbearable for Xayah, they both prodded at the same hole. She shuddered but bit her tongue. Their cockheads poked at her asshole. Everything they were doing was, in truth, exactly what she liked. There was very little that could have made this better. But no, it had to be like this. In this context. This shitty, unfortunate context. She was still livid, enraged at these two dick heads for what they put her through in lane. No matter how difficult it would become, she could not allow herself to give in and look like a slut. That would have only made things worse. Her public image would have been destroyed even more thoroughly than it was right now. This was something she could recover from, but not if she gave in to her body’s reactions.
But she knew that she was being worn thin. Her resolve, her ability to resist. It grew harder with each thrust and each act. And now, with both of them forcing her asshole to stretch to accommodate the both of them, she feared that she wasn’t going to make it. Her hands curled to fists, and she hissed and clenched her eyes shut. They broke through her ring, stretching it wonderfully. Her cunt continued to leak, and it wasn’t just Sett’s cum. Worst of all, she was facing the crowd. Sett and Draven stood at her sides and spread her legs just enough to allow the onlookers to see her glistening cunt. And she didn’t even try to hide it.
It was a tight squeeze, to say the least. Sett took longer getting inside than Draven. It seemed that Draven was more used to this sort of thing, which wasn’t surprising. The man’s taste was always extreme. Eventually, Sett did pop inside and was greeted with the tightest hole he had ever been in. Granted, this was only because of the presence of another cock, but it was still sensational.
“First time?” Draven asked.
“Yup.”
Draven snickered and got to pumping. “There’s nothing like it, is there?”
“Nope.”
By the time Draven was forcing more than half of his member inside, Sett was finally beginning to pump. But now that he was adjusted, he caught up quickly. Draven was right. There was nothing like this. Nothing could compare to the tightness of this. Most of his shaft was still snugly pressed against Xayah’s gooey rectum too, and feeling it stick to him was probably Sett’s favorite part of anal sex. Otherwise, he only did it for the sake of variety. But he had to admit that doing it this way was nice, really nice.
“I could get used to this.”
“That’s the spirit!” Draven bellowed.
Xayah looked at the crowd and saw that several of them were enjoying themselves quite a lot. The sight of their cocks and their pussies only added to her suffering. The way her ass was sawed into… Both men moved at different paces, with no coordination. It was all so hot. Why did it have to be so hot? She shut her eyes, but that only made the physical sensations stronger. Her breathing was labored. She was sweating, straining to ignore herself. Her cunt felt like it was on fire. It needed to be touched, to be tasted and fucked and licked, and she just needed to cum.
Oblivious to or relishing in her plight, the duo continued rearranging her bowels. The constricting of her sphincter was painful, but both of these men could handle pain. It only added to their enjoyment. But the intensity wasn’t only breaking Xayah’s will. Both men were nearing orgasm quickly. Be that as it may, they refused to relent. Draven just grew more and more aggressive with it, while Sett had assumed a steady pace.
Xayah mewled again. Then she whimpered, and then she moaned. Draven laughed in her ear and she tried to growl, but all she could do was groan. The bird was breaking. Both men knew it now, and the crowd likely did as well. Shit. Xayah began to panic. Draven quickened his pace. Xayah didn’t know how much longer she could last. She needed them to cum, now. Her body was on fire, her cunt screamed; she was running out of resistance. What more could she have done? She gasped, her denial of her body growing painful.
“Come on, pound her! Break her in!” Draven boomed.
Sett nodded and took a deep breath. The pressure increased tenfold when he joined Draven in his efforts to break Xayah’s ass. But they wanted to break her will too. He could tell she was close, just as Draven did. He smirked and put his back into it.
This was the end. Xayah had no idea things could get worse than they already were, but they had. Sett had finally begun to pound, and that was simply too much for Xayah to handle. In and out, drilling her bowels, Her cheeks clapped and the sound echoed through the trees and down the river. She grunted with each impact, each one a higher pitch than the last, before she finally began screaming. She couldn’t stop herself. This was her breaking point. She needed them to cum before it was too late.
And cum they did. Both at once, their cocks erupted inside of Xayah. She was amazed that they still had semen to offer, but that was the least of her worries. Both men groaned, one in each ear. Her bowels expanded and were flooded with copious amounts of seed. How could they still have had so much left in them? Shit. She felt every ounce of it, flowing deeper into her bowels. Still their cocks bludgeoned her insides. Never before had she been so filled. The walls of her pussy were squeezed tight as her bowels continued to fill up. This was it. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Xayah could take no more. Her burning body finally took control, and she was rocked by a paralytic orgasm. Her eyes rolled into her head. She opened her mouth and screamed. Her cunt gushed, spraying the ground in her juices. Her vision went black, her nerves were overtaken. There was nothing she could do to regain control. It was over. She moaned and reached down to her swollen clit and did the only thing that she could.
And that was what finally made the crowd cheer.
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Title: (Commission) Desperate Measures
Chapter title: Desperate-Measures
Story Description:
Troop morale in Irelia's warcamp is noticeably low, and all of Irelia's ideas for raising it are ignored. Eventually, after deciding enough is enough, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She does the only thing she can, offering her body for each and every troop in her army. No matter the costs to her pride and dignity, it will be worth it for her soldiers.
Games: League of Legends
Story Content:
TAGS: Dub-Con, Gangbang, F/M, F/F, Vaginal, Anal, Rimming, Scent Kink, Gaping, DAP, TAP, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Spanking, Slapping, Degradation, Teasing, Cunnilingus, Deepthroating, Asphyxiation, Somnophilia, Cum Farting, Ass to Mouth, Foot Fetish, Armpit Kink, Body Worship.
The sun beat down on Irelia’s forehead as she marched through the war camp. It felt hotter than usual. Irelia enjoyed the summer and the heat it brought, but this was a different type of heat. It was accentuated by her dread.
She was heading towards a strategy meeting. The war tent was pitched quite far from her personal tent, which had been by her design. She hated these meetings. They made her feel so out of place, so unwanted. The advisors she’d been assigned were all old, ignorant men, and anything she’d try to bring up was brushed aside. Over and over again. She didn’t even know why she was meant to go to these meetings. They were her advisors, yet she meant nothing to them.
It didn’t help that they were losing the war with Noxus. There was no denying it. Every battle was worse than the last, and the soldiers under Irelia’s watch were growing weary. That was Irelia’s biggest worry, and one that she brought up time and time again during war meetings. Her troops were unwell. They were tired, on the verge of giving up, yet nothing was done to help them.
Irelia marched past an open tent. Inside were half a dozen soldiers, escaping the sun during their break. She forced a smile as she passed them, and they did the same in return. She felt so sorry for them. They were trying their best, but the invaders were too vile. Noxians had no honor, and they used every cruel tactic they could to press an advantage. Irelia’s soldiers simply hadn’t been prepared for it.
The war tent loomed over Irelia like an incoming storm. She stood just a few meters from the tent flaps. It was one of the largest tents in the camp, surrounded by the advisors’ tents along the inner defensive wall. These old men had to be kept safe, after all. Irelia had chosen to have her tent in one of the far corners of the camp, just along the outside defensive wall. She was closer to the outside than the soldiers and that was what she wanted.
As Irelia stepped inside, she noted that the men were already bickering. They hadn’t even waited for her to join this time. Only Salvan glanced up at her as she entered. He cleared his throat and the rest looked up to greet Irelia. None bowed, but some nodded. There were four in total, and Irelia hated them all equally.
The four men were looming over a map which marked the locations of the nearest known Noxian camps and scouts, along with their own. They had been bickering over battle tactics and numbers when the biggest issue was inside of their camp. It infuriated Irelia to no end how little they thought their soldiers mattered.
After giving her a small greeting, the men went back to arguing amongst themselves. These weren’t advisors, not to Irelia. One of them argued for setting up another forward camp, closer to the Noxians but above them, on a cliffside. Another simply wanted to raid one of their camps, or bait them into a trap. Irelia simply sat in silence, shaking her head.
One of them – Thalou – noticed. He turned his attention to her, his wrinkled face scrunched up into a brief snarl. “I’m sorry, did we say something wrong, Irelia?”
Even if Irelia didn’t like them, she still had to be respectful. “These are all good ideas, but I still believe the issue lies within. Sure, if we manage to siege a Noxian camp and drive them back, our troops will be renewed and full of vigor, for a time. But can they even pull off such a feat in their current state? Every soldier I see is tired, sore, and losing hope. We need to take care of them. We have to raise morale, let them know there’s still a chance without throwing them to the wolves first.”
“And what do you think would help them, girl? You bring this up at every meeting, and we’d hoped you’d have learned to drop such a small matter, but you won’t. So tell us, what could we do, out here, in the middle of the wilderness, to raise morale?” Yolu raised his eyebrow, waiting for Irelia to speak.
None of these men had actually been in a battle. They lived their lives watching from the safety of their homes, or fortifications, while soldiers who they didn’t even know sacrificed themselves in battle. Their faces were scarless, their hands clean. They had no right dictating how to wage war or take care of their troops.
“Well, we could put on a small festival. We have enough resources stockpiled, and the nearest city is only a few days march, we could have more delivered. And those roads are safe, the Noxians haven’t gotten that far, and the scouts that have would be no match for out guarded caravans. So if we-”
“If you’re so dead set on making your troops happy, why not just offer your body to them? It’s a quick, easy solution. You’re young and beautiful. I’m sure you’ll make every soldier, man or woman, happy with that fat ass of yours.” Geln, the most vile and hated of all of her advisors, looked at her with a smirk as he finished his sentence. He was the oldest, and most jaded of the group. “In fact, you could start with me. I’d be lying if I said your ass wasn’t the reason I joined your company.”
Irelia gave him no response. He was lucky she didn’t kill him right then and there. Instead, she stormed out of the meeting. Suddenly, she felt rather self-conscious about how her leggings showed off her rear, and resisted the urge to shield it from Geln’s eyes. Her heart was racing, she hadn’t felt this much anger in a long time. Not even in battle, that required a focused mind. This wasn’t a good feeling, it was something she lived to conquer, but it was there once again. She would never go to another one of those meetings again, and when this war was over, when it was won, she would ruin their lives. Especially Geln’s, what little he had left at least.
Irelia found herself marching to the training grounds. Somewhere she often found herself whenever she was frustrated. It helped her think and focus her mind. To damnation with whatever her so-called advisors told her. She would find her own way to raise morale.
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That night, Irelia tossed and turned in her bunk. Not only was she still bristling with rage at the way her advisors had treated her, but she still needed to come up with a way to help her troops on her own. An event, such as a festival or celebration would have taken far too long to set up on her own, and they didn’t have that kind of time. They were still in the middle of a war.
Her mind couldn’t help but wander back to what Geln had said. If you’re so dead set on making your troops happy, why not offer your body to them? It’s a quick, easy solution. Though the remark had been made in jest, at her expense, Irelia wasn’t stupid. She was well aware of the effects sex had on the mind and body, even if she hadn’t partook in such things often, if at all. Even if she did offer her body to her troops, what would that do to her dignity, or the respect they had for her? Surely, it would lessen both, right? Or would her men somehow respect her more for caring for them so much as to offer herself up for their morale? This was the main issue that kept her up that night. She even considered going back to the training grounds to help her focus, but she didn’t want to waste all of their dummies. She’d gone through far too many earlier in the day. So she stayed there, tossing and turning in her bunk, as she cut through every possibility, until only one option remained.
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Over the course of several days, Irelia wrestled with every idea she had. But, just like that first night, none were as easy or assured as the one she kept trying to deny. Would she be able to do something like this for her troops? She cared about them more than anything else, but would she be willing to sacrifice so much for them? The more she thought about it, the more she knew it was worth their happiness. Even if it cost her her dignity. The only thing she wanted was for them to be well and motivated for the battles to come.
Each day she wasted thinking it over was one day closer to being too late. So she had to find the courage to do it soon. That motivation was slow to build, but it eventually came to her one morning, while every soldier was gathered in the main square for breakfast. This was the quickest way to get the news out for everyone, and to get things started.
Irelia didn’t much like the idea of having all eyes on her while she stripped, so she got that over with in her tent, and walked to the square via a back path that was never traveled. At the far side of the square, looking out over the rows of tables and benches, was a stage. This stage was normally used to give speeches, and relay battle plans and jobs. But on this day, Irelia would be announcing something different.
It was certainly rather terrifying, stepping onto the stage in nothing but her underwear. Granted, her underwear was modest, effectively covering her most important parts. But with the newfound knowledge that her rear was something of an object of attraction, she couldn’t help but be conscious about how it spilled out from her underwear. She’d always known her butt was big, but it felt bigger today. It was like her underwear was straining against its size, her milky white skin escaped the blue coverings and seemed to push it between her cheeks as she walked. It made her blush.
Once she reached the top of the stage, and walked to the other side, facing the countless men and women that were under her command. It took them a moment to notice at first, but soon most, if not all, of them were staring up at her. One of the men nearest her stood, asking if she was okay. She calmed him with a gesture and he returned to his seat, confused.
“I know that the war is causing immense strain on all of you. And I’ve struggled day in and day out to come up with some kind of solution that is in my power to create. While everyone else I strategize with seem to disagree with its importance, I know troop morale is the most important ingredient to win any battle. And while no one wants to help me, I am left with few options. The easiest, and perhaps most enjoyable would simply be to offer myself to you all. I wish to aid each and every one of you. To help you vent your frustrations, or sate your needs. I want to satisfy all of you with the hopes of raising your spirits and morale.” Irelia paused, waiting for any reaction from her soldiers.
Most of them seemed confused, others whispered amongst each other, seemingly excited. None of them spoke up or attempted to ask questions, so she continued.
“While I do this for you, do not forget that I am your commander. After this is over I expect everyone to show me the same respect, if not more. I do this out of a love for all of you. I know you’re all tired, and your motivation wanes. I will use my body to satisfy all of you. Each and every one of you will get a chance to have your way with me, but only once. I am one person, after all. Once every one of you has been satisfied, things will return as normal. And even as this is going on, do not forget your duties. Perform them as normal, and I will come to you to let you relieve yourselves. Is this understood?”
The men and women seemed stunned, though eventually they all gave a resounding cheer of understanding. The cheer carried a vigor and motivation that Irelia hadn’t heard in weeks. She couldn’t help but smile at the sound, before stepping off of the platform and approaching the nearest soldier. It was the same man that had asked if she was okay. His eyes were wide as she approached, and his food lay forgotten.
“What is your name, soldier?”
“Yen,” he bowed his head as he spoke.
“Well, Yen, you will be first.” Irelia stood rather awkwardly in front of the man as he took a moment to process everything. “What would you like?”
After a moment’s pause, Yen answered, “well, I suppose you can… suck on it?”
Irelia nodded in agreement, but she could tell by the look on his face that he was only saying that because he didn’t want to seem too crude. He wanted more from her. She considered falling to her knees and doing as he had requested, but decided to give him another chance.
“Remember, you only get one chance at this. So if there’s more that you want, don’t be shy.”
Her reassurance seemed to have livened the soldier up a bit. He nodded before halting her with his hand. “Could I… put it in your womanhood then?”
Irelia nodded once again. Though he was being awkward about it, he was sweet. It was clear that he still respected her greatly, but how long would that last for the other soldiers, she wondered. Forcing the thought aside, Irelia took a moment to decide exactly how she’d do this. She could sit on his lap and ride him, or she could give him control. After giving it some consideration, she found that she preferred him being in control. So she gently brushed his plate of food to the side and sat on the table in front of him. There hadn’t been anyone across from him, so she was free to lie back and gently brush her underwear to the side.
Yen was awestruck. His commander was lying on her back in front of him, in nothing but her underwear, and had just revealed her pussy to him. While, sure, the woman had an incredible ass, he was happy with taking her womanhood. There was no way he’d request anal with a woman like her. Surely that was something she’d deny.
Irelia blushed, realizing the man was staring at her womanhood. One of her soldiers, no less. But this was what she’d wanted, right? She was wet, which was good for both of them. It would make everything go more smoothly. And there was nothing wrong with her getting some stress relief from it as well, she just wasn’t sure if she actually would. She glanced down, both in an attempt to adjust her hair, which had been pulled tight under her back, and to see what the soldier was doing. Even after Irelia had finished flipping her bluish carpet of hair back, and letting it flow down from the table, the man still hadn’t moved. She cleared her throat.
Yen flinched at the sound, suddenly conscious of just how long he’d been staring at her precious flower, the pink lips glistening with wetness and looking far too tight for even his finger to fit inside. The soldier next to him gave a short chuckle. Yen stood, refraining from apologizing to his commander as he fished his cock out of his pants. His manhood, which was certainly impressive according to Irelia’s lack of knowledge, was already achingly erect. As Yen lined himself up with her womanhood, he glanced at her face for confirmation. She gave a gentle nod, and Yen began pushing forward.
At the very least, Irelia wasn’t a virgin. There was no initial pain when he entered, and nothing else that would have led to an uncomfortable exchange. For Yen, there was only pleasure. And for Irelia, it certainly wasn’t bad. She just wasn’t a very sexual person. To her, there were far more important things to spend time and focus on. But none of her small handful of previous experiences had been bad. This one was fine too.
Yen’s experience wasn’t just fine. No, this was certainly a moment the man would remember for the rest of his life. Not only was he fucking the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, who just so happened to be his commander. But this was also, by far, the tightest pussy he had ever slipped himself inside of. It was the softest, warmest, smoothest, most stimulating thing he had ever felt. And after just a few short pumps, he was growing close to orgasm. He hadn’t even pushed the entirety of his modest length inside. The furthest he’d gotten was brushing the tips of his pubes against her groin. He still had a few more inches to go. But he knew he’d cum if he hilted himself inside of her. He had to warn her.
“Irelia, I’m uh… do you want me to pull out when I finish?”
“No, it’s okay. Today’s a safe day. Finish where you please.” Irelia was certainly a bit disappointed to discover that this soldier was already on the brink. It should have been a point of pride for her, but she was sad his pleasure was going to be so short lived. She hoped the other soldiers would be able to enjoy themselves for longer.
Yen didn’t respond with his words. Instead, he responded with his manhood. With a quick, harsher thrust, he hilted himself inside of her and released himself. The sensation made him feel lightheaded, and he had to grip her meaty thighs for support. He did all he could to keep from moaning in pleasure. He still had an appearance to keep around his fellow soldiers. And he already knew they’d be teasing him for finishing so fast. But at the moment, that was the last thing on his mind. All he could comprehend was the pleasure of releasing his load inside of his gorgeous commander.
He only realized he’d been gripping her thighs once his orgasm subsided. With a swift apology, he let go of her. Irelia couldn’t help but chuckle at how shy he was acting. She had just let him cum inside of her, what harm was there in touching her? Yen returned her chuckle, before moving to the side and sitting where the man next to him had been.
Irelia only realized that a line had formed behind Yen once he had moved. Most of the seats around her had been vacated during the short sex session she’d had with Yen. And now a line of around a dozen men had formed, starting between her legs. Irelia would have been lying if she said she wasn’t nervous, but she didn’t make any move to stop the next soldier who lined himself up with her womanhood and penetrated her.
As this next soldier went about fucking her, she began to realize that it was feeling quite good. This man was lasting longer, and therefore allowing Irelia to get into it more. But Irelia refused to moan or show any signs of lust. That was no way for a commander to act, even in her current situation.
The man’s hands fell to her thighs, squeezing the meaty flesh as he sawed in and out of her. He was certainly less shy than Yen had been. But that was good, Irelia wanted them to enjoy themselves, and being shy or careful would only weaken the experience.
The next man was even more aggressive with his lust. He snaked his hands over her toned stomach and onto her pert breasts as he pushed inside of her. Though his eyes still met with hers whenever he needed to ensure that he wasn’t crossing a line. He began tugging her bra up, and Irelia sat up to help in response.
With her bra removed, the man was free to grope and toy with her breasts as he fucked her. Irelia knew that her boobs weren’t her main point of attraction from most men. Not after recently learning just how much people seemed to think of her rear. But this man was certainly enjoying her modest breasts, and the tiny, hard nipples at their peaks. He even leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, an action that nearly broke Irelia’s refusal to show any lust. But her pussy did that for her. She clenched down around his manhood, inciting a groan from his occupied mouth. Her fluids coated his cock and pubic hair, matting it down to his groin. She hadn’t orgasmed, but was certainly getting rather close.
The soldier noticed this, and felt a surge of pride. And with that pride came courage. He pulled his lips away from her nipple, and pushed further up, until his lips met hers. Irelia’s eyes widened in shock as the man kissed her. Though it certainly wasn’t off limits, she hadn’t expected something like this to happen. Her face grew red, and a couple men behind the one fucking her cheered. This was all the man inside of her could handle.
Much like the other two soldiers before him, he hilted himself inside of her and released his load. Irelia came too, for the first time that day. She couldn’t hold back the moan, but at least it was muffled by the man’s mouth.
“He made her cum! Ivan made Irelia cum!” One of the men cheered, and a surge of voices followed, all of them cheering or laughing.
Irelia was terribly embarrassed, but at the same time incredibly happy. It was a strange feeling. She felt as though she’d lost some of her dignity just then, but her soldiers were happier than she’d seen them in a long time. And the day had only begun. Her only worry was what they would think of her after everything was over. And it was growing harder to ignore, even though there were so many more soldiers left.
Just like the last, this one was bolder. He wasted no time pushing inside of her, even as her pussy squelched. Her womanhood was wet from both her own juices and the jizz of the previous three men. Once breakfast time was over, Irelia would have time to wash herself quickly. She didn’t like the idea of being flooded by countless men’s cum. But if it was what they wanted…
Her thoughts were stopped when she noticed another man walk around to the side of the table, near her head. Her lower half was still being groped and fucked, but this man seemed a bit impatient. He began squeezing her tits and kissing her aggressively. Irelia supposed there wasn’t anything too wrong with satisfying two men at once. It made everything go a little faster, after all.
“She likes it. Our commander is getting off on this!” The man fucking her was growing vocal. The men behind him chuckled and some of them spouted more teasing remarks. Though they were all made in jest, for fun. Irelia would have blushed had her attention not been focused on the man kissing her.
The man kissing her quickly stood, unfastening his belt. “Suck on it please.”
Irelia tried to speak and agree, but she barely managed a whisper before resorting to nodding in understanding. Once the man’s cock was free he stepped closer to her. She moved her head forward, and pressed her lips against his cockhead. This alone made him groan, and his hand found the back of her head. But he didn’t push or pull her, his hand seemed happy to simply rest there.
While she had never sucked on a penis before, Irelia wasn’t so innocent as to be clueless. She began bobbing her head, slowly adjusting to the strange taste of this soldier’s manhood. It wasn’t bad per-say, but she didn’t exactly like it. This was only to help him relax. And he was certainly enjoying it. He groaned, and sighed, and cooed as she worked her way around his shaft. Her tongue eventually got to work as well, dancing around his rod and soaking it in her warm spit. It seemed Irelia was a natural at sucking cock. The man even said so himself, making her blush once again.
Irelia had nearly forgotten about the man fucking her until he came. Once again, her wet tunnel was flooded with seed. It even began to pour out once the soldier pulled himself free. That did nothing to deter the next man in line, and he eagerly thrust himself inside of her womanhood. This one didn’t grope her thighs, instead he reached under her and lifted her rear into the air. His hands squeezed and kneaded her fat butt, sometimes slipping into her crack, but thankfully never touching her other hole.
“Irelia, I’m gonna cum.” The one using her mouth warned her, causing Irelia to hesitate. He grunted when she stopped, and suddenly tugged her down his length with his hand.
Irelia let out a muffled shout, but it was too late. Cum began filling her mouth, causing her to cough. His seed spilled from her mouth, messily dripping down her chin and sticking to the man’s pubes. He pulled away suddenly, cursing and apologizing to her.
“Irelia, I’m sorry! I lost control. Are you okay, did I hurt you?”
Even the man fucking her had stopped. With his dick still lodged halfway into her womanhood, he too was waiting to see if she was alright. Irelia coughed again, wiping the excess cum from her mouth. It was sticky and salty, with a strange texture to boot. She wasn’t sure she liked it, or ever wanted to taste more again.
“It’s alright. As long as you’re satisfied.”
“I-I am! Thank you!” The man was relieved to know he hadn’t hurt her. And hearing how submissive she was began to fill the surrounding men with even more courage.
Another cock was quickly thrust into her face, mere inches from her nose. Irelia didn’t even look up to see who it was, instead she went about sucking it. She definitely prefered vaginal sex to this. This felt far dirtier. But she didn’t complain, not even when he locked his hands around the back of her head, fingers intertwining. Nor when he began moving her head, albeit slowly, and thrusting into her mouth.
` “Fuck yeah, suck it.” The man certainly wasn’t being very respectful.
Irelia considered pulling away and reminding him of his place, but thought better of it. This was for their morale, and scolding them would have only hurt it. So she kept her retort to herself, and kept sucking. Maybe this was a mistake, she wouldn’t know until this was over.
The man fucking her was growing more aggressive. Not only were his hands squeezing her juicy ass cheeks almost painfully hard, but his hips were audibly slapping into her thighs. He had lasted longer than the others, by far. But it was clear he was reaching his limit. He grunted, practically clawing at her cheeks as he bucked into her. The soldier was relentless, and the other men cheered him on as he fucked their commander.
Irelia was too occupied with trying not to choke on the cock that was slowly being stuffed deeper into her mouth. While it never went deeper than the entrance to her throat, it was obvious the man wanted more. While she probably would have told him he could go further if he really wanted to, she was thankful that he didn’t give her the chance to speak. It was strange, the way he seemed to enjoy it when she’d cough or gag. She tried to be subtle about it, but her eyes were beginning to water. Did the vibration feel good on his cock or something? Ugh, as long as he was satisfied.
Her frequent gags did seem to push him to orgasm faster, which Irelia could appreciate. She was growing tired of this already, and was eager for a break. This one was much more caring with where he came. He pulled out and came onto the ground. Irelia had initially flinched, expected to have cum splatter her face, but she thanked him when he came on the ground. He nodded at her.
“Of course, you’ve given me enough already. Thank you.” With that, he returned to wherever he had been sitting. Breakfast was almost over and he had a meal to finish.
The soldier fucking her pussy was far less bothered by missing breakfast. He was forcing himself to last as long as he could. Since this was the only chance he’d get, he was determined to make it worth it. His hands, which were still groping and clutching Irelia’s fat ass, pushed deeper, between her cheeks, and finally brushed against her dark, puckered hole. He heard Irelia gasp, and smirked. His finger slowly traced its way along her tight, clenching ring. Her ass was his true object of attraction, and while he knew it was risky, he wanted to slip his finger inside at the very least.
The bell signifying the end of breakfast, and the beginning of the first work shift rang at the worst possible time for the soldier. His finger had just applied pressure to her butthole, and was about to force its way inside. But the bell made him hesitate, and focus on finishing inside of her instead. He cursed under his breath, as the rest of the soldiers began leaving and heading to whatever duties they’d been assigned to. The soldier let go of her rear, letting it fall to the table rather unceremoniously, and pressed his hands against the table, near Irelia’s shoulders, to stabilize himself as he pumped into her.
Irelia was so very thankful that the bell had rung. She knew some of these men were fond of her rear, and that some would likely ask her for anal. But she wasn’t ready yet. Honestly, she didn’t know if she would ever be ready for something like that. So, even as the man flooded her pussy, overfilling it just like the man before him had, she was too relieved to care. The soldier thanked her, before pulling out of her, adjusting his pants, and jogging away.
Finally, Irelia had a bit of peace. As she watched the soldier leave, she realized something. A certain flaw in her plan. How exactly was she going to remember all the soldiers she’d already satisfied? Most of them were wearing the same outfits, and a face could only be so memorable. She would have to rely on their honesty, Irelia supposed. While she certainly had faith in their honesty, she wouldn’t be surprised if some were desperate enough to try to lie to her.
As Irelia watched the last of the soldiers leave, she noticed a spring in their step that hadn’t been there before. She smiled. Even though most of them hadn’t been satisfied, it was clear that her plan was working. That made her very happy. It would be worth it, she assured herself.
—--
Irelia gave herself some time alone to recover. She considered a quick trip to the showers, but the more time she spent away from her troops, the more she’d have to make up for. Her goal was to get all of this over with by the end of the day, which was a lot of fucking, now that she thought about it. But she really didn’t have much time to waste, they were in the middle of a war, after all.
She thought back on how the men had slowly grown more brash with the way they used her. Thinking of it as being used made Irelia shudder. That wasn’t how she wanted to view it, but it was the first thing that had come to mind. It would have been reasonable to assume that things would continue like that throughout the day. Her soldiers would grow more comfortable with her, and therefore start being more bold with their words and actions. Again, a worry crept into her mind. The worry that this would damage the respect they felt for her in the future was ever-present, but she had to push it back. It wasn’t like she could back out now. That would result in the same problem she was already fearing; they would lose respect for her because she practically lied to them. So no, the only option was to continue.
As Irelia paced around the camp, she hadn’t failed to notice just how livelier everyone was. Not only were there more conversations being shared, but the soldiers were going about their tasks with more motivation. They worked faster, and harder. Irelia was sure that at least some of it was simply to entice her to come to their group first, but it was nice to see nonetheless. When she passed each group by, they tried to hide the way they glanced at her, hopeful that she would pick them first. But Irelia was simply watching everyone work for the time being, she’d pick a group soon enough. Even if she was naked, she liked to monitor her soldiers. And surely the view helped with their motivation. She tried not to blush as she felt all eyes on her rear as she continued walking, but remained painfully conscious of the way it jiggled with each step.
The group Irelia settled on came in the form of five men repairing a damaged part of the wooden wall that separated the wilderness — and any invaders — from their camp. Irelia figured that since these men were taking time to catch their breath, now was as good a time as any to satisfy them.
The closest man of the group noticed her, and notified his buddies. They glanced up before whispering together excitedly. The first man nodded, before stepping away and moving towards Irelia. The others sat back, trying not to make it obvious that they were watching for something.
The man approached, “Irelia! Are you coming to relieve us?” Once he reached her, he gestured an apology with his hand, “sorry, it’s fine if you aren’t. Did you need something?”
“No, you’re correct. I figured I’d start with your group. You seem to be nearly finished with your work. Your group is rather small as well, so it shouldn’t take too long.” Irelia failed to realize how that could have been seen as an insult, but the man didn’t mention it.
“Oh, good! Well, I was wondering if you’d mind if you started with me, and we went somewhere with a little bit more privacy. That way you’re less overwhelmed and the men can continue working.” After Irelia nodded, he gestured towards a stack of logs, which were high enough to give them privacy. “This will do.”
The soldier let Irelia around to the other side of the logs, where they were away from prying eyes. Once they were there, the man seemed to hesitate for a moment. He was thinking about asking her for something special, Irelia could tell. She could lie to herself and act like she didn’t know what was coming, but it was obvious. Even if she dreaded the idea, she knew she’d say yes, just to satisfy her troops.
“Is anal okay?”
At least the man was blunt about it. Irelia hesitated in answering, and that made him wince. He was expecting her to say no, and he really wanted her to say yes. That much was obvious. Because of this, what little willingness Irelia had to say no was removed. She nodded, wordlessly.
“Oh, thank you! In truth, I hadn’t expected you to say yes, thank you very much.”
Irelia made an attempt to calm him with a gesture, “it’s… no problem. My goal is to satisfy my troops, and if that means you have to use my rear, so be it.”
The soldier was failing to hide his excitement. “Well, uh, we’re going to have to get it ready, you know. I can do that. Actually I would be more than happy to get your… rear ready for anal.”
Irelia wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. Sure, she knew that her backdoor would have to be lubricated, but he would just use his spit to wet his manhood, right? Surely he wouldn’t be so excited about something as simple as that.
“You can just lean against the logs if you’d like. They’re sturdy enough to hold both of us.” Strangely, the man wasn’t undoing his belt yet. Maybe he was shy, and waiting for Irelia to turn around.
Irelia obeyed, turning and propping herself up against the logs with her arms. She spread her legs, and jutted her rear out in a way she hoped was seductive. “Are you going to undress?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“I will once I get you prepared. I do intend to take my time, at least a little, if that’s okay.”
Irelia nodded once again. The realization of what the man intended to do was slowly dawning on her, but she didn’t voice her confusion or distaste. She knew men liked to taste a woman’s nethers, but this one seemed intent on tasting her other hole. She forced the thoughts of cleanliness and her own disgust out of her head. This wasn’t for her, it was for him. And if he wanted to get her backdoor prepared by tasting it, so be it.
The soldier fell to his knees, placing Irelia’s ass at face-level. He knew that Irelia had many others to fuck after him and his group, but he couldn’t help but take the time to admire it. Even with all of her training and tone, her ass was the largest he’d ever seen. And her cheeks, as fat as they were, didn’t wrinkle or sag in the slightest. All that fat must have been held up by muscle underneath. Perhaps he would feel that muscle before his session was over.
Even though Irelia had given him permission, the man was still a bit shy about it. His hands fell to her rear, gently gripping the soft, fatty flesh. Each cheek was the size of his head, if not bigger. All he wanted to do was admire it, and to take his time progressing. But he knew time was of the essence, so he began prying her cheeks apart.
Irelia’s cheeks were pulled apart. The valley between her mounds of ass-meat was slowly revealed, along with the perfect, puckered hole that the soldier desired. He was so grateful that none of the other men had been brave enough to use her ass. Irelia’s butthole was brown, with just a hint of pink at the center. The man went about memorizing every wrinkle and discoloration that made up her anus.
Irelia stood there, leaning against the stack of logs, trying not to think about what her soldier was doing. He hadn’t even tasted her yet. Was he just staring at it? Her backdoor wasn’t made to be stared at, or tasted. It wasn’t made for anything pleasurable, and she couldn’t see how this man was getting pleasure from just looking at it. This was just weird.
Finally, the man moved his face forward. The heat was heady, between Irelia’s fat cheeks, and he couldn’t help but pick up on the woman’s scent. She was a bit sweaty from the previous session as well as the heat of summer. Even her musk was intoxicating.
Irelia could feel his face between her cheeks. She squirmed upon contact, desperately wishing to pull away. That was no place for anyone's face to be. Her mouth opened into a sharp gasp once she felt his tongue flick her hole. It felt strange, almost rough, definitely uncomfortable. But he did it again. Her face was red from embarrassment. This was so gross, what was he getting from it? She wanted to ask, to pry, but stopped herself. It was best to simply endure. This man had strange tastes, that was all. Wait, she’d forgotten to ask his name.
The soldier worked his tongue over Irelia’s butthole over and over. He felt like such a pervert, and almost like a dog. But no one else could see. He was simply living out the fantasies that consumed his nights. It was a dream come true, and Irelia’s taste was everything he’d imagined it would be. Sure, it was bitter and lightly salty because of her sweat, but he didn’t want some fruity, fake taste. He wanted to taste Irelia, her truest flavor, and taste Irelia he did.
While he was content to lick it for the rest of the day, he had to lubricate it too. So he applied more pressure to her delicious asshole with his tongue. The woman was clenching her hole instinctively, which wasn’t surprising. This was probably her first time doing something like this. He should have pulled away and given her some instruction, but he was too infatuated with her rear to pull himself away. And the difficulty could easily be used as an excuse to make him take longer.
His lips pressed themselves against her pucker, and he kissed it as if it were another mouth. To him it was better than another mouth, and he showed it more love than anything else he’d kissed in his life. He could feel her hole flex against his lips and he groaned shamelessly. After a moment, his tongue pressed itself against the brown hole once again. He could feel each and every twitch Irelia’s ring of muscle made as he pushed against it. The man was ready to go deeper, to taste more of her, so he began working on getting himself inside.
The soldier’s lips wrapped around her pucker again, as his tongue pressed forward. He sucked on her hole, the suction fighting against her frequent clenching, forcing the hole to open slightly. Slightly was all his tongue needed, and it slipped inside. He heard Irelia let out a squeal, and pushed harder. Her taste was far stronger on the inside. As his tongue began to flick around her rectum, he tasted every bit of her forbidden tunnel.
Every fiber of Irelia’s being was telling her to pull away, to put an end to this. The man had gone too far. She had never expected him to actually push his tongue inside of her butt. Yet it was flicking around inside of her, inside of her forbidden, dirty hole. She was disgusted, there was no way anything tasted good inside of there. Why was this man so set on tasting it? His tongue was incessant, and his lips made lewd, smacking sounds as he sucked on her hole. But Irelia simply couldn’t will herself to stop him. As disgusting and vile as such an act was, it was making him happy. Perhaps worst of all, her body was reacting to his tongue. Her nethers were warm and dripping, though Irelia ignored it. She told herself it was simply her body’s natural reaction to stimulation so close to her womanhood.
Eventually, and to Irelia’s profound relief, the man pulled his face from between her cheeks and stood. He looked at Irelia’s face as he unbuckled his belt. Though she was mostly looking away from him, he caught a glimpse of her red, flushed face. He couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or hated it. And he was too nervous to ask. Instead, he stepped forward and sandwiched his cock between her cheeks for a moment. The heat felt just as incredible around his shaft as it had his face. After a moment, he lined his cockhead up with her soaked, brown asshole. He rubbed his head against it, lubricating himself to the best of his ability. To be safe, he spat on it. As soon as he did so, he regretted not asking Irelia to spit in his hand instead. Well, there was no harm in more lubrication.
“Irelia, could you help with the lubrication? I may not have done enough.” He reached around, cupping his hand in under her head. “Here, just spit in my hand.”
Irelia did so unceremoniously and wordlessly. She was sure her voice would betray her disgust, so she decided not to speak at all.
Even getting his hand spat on by his commander was incredibly arousing to this soldier. A fact that he knew to hide from his fellow troops, for he’d be endlessly mocked and teased otherwise.
While he was tempted to do something else with her spit, he wrapped his hand around his cock and coated himself in it. After which, he was ready, and lined his cockhead up with her asshole once more.
“W-wait!” Irelia finally broke her silence.
The soldier paused, fearful that she was about to cancel the whole ordeal. He’d been worried he’d gone too far the entire time. Surely, he’d taken advantage of her generosity by pushing for more than she was comfortable with. He remembered the way she hesitated when agreeing to anal, and prepared for the worst.
“What is your name, soldier?” Irelia had initially gone into this with the plan of learning the names of most of her soldiers. While this had already failed during breakfast, she still wanted to get to know them better. But, in truth, she really just wanted to delay the inevitable.
“Um, it’s Jalen. Did you want me to stop? Did I go too far?”
“No, it’s okay.” Despite Irelia’s inner voice screaming at her to stop this, she didn’t want to let her troops down. If she could endure Noxians, she could endure something far simpler like anal sex. “You can keep going. All I care about is your satisfaction.”
A wave of relief washed over Jalen, followed by a much more sudden and powerful wave of excitement. His excitement was so strong that he pressed forward far more roughly than he originally intended. Irelia grimaced, and he groaned. Even though his cockhead barely broke past her clenching ring, the way it grinded against her hole was enough to send waves of pleasure through Jalen’s body. After another push, and no progress, Jalen spoke.
“So, you’re going to have to stop clenching.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose…”
“I know, it’s just instinct. But, try to push against my cock, instead of clenching.”
“What? What would pushing do?”
“Well, it’ll open your hole.”
Irelia fell silent, embarrassed once again by the situation she found herself in. But she obeyed. She focused on her rear – something she had been trying desperately not to do – and pushed against Jalen’s invading member.
Much like Jalen already expected, this made gaining entrance inside of Irelia’s rectum far easier. And once his mushroom tip was inside, and being lovingly embraced by his commander’s hot, sticky insides, the rest was easy. But he took a moment to stop and appreciate the way it felt, and the reality of the situation he found himself in. He basked in it; in the feeling of Irelia’s clenching, stretched ring, in the feeling of her smoldering, writhing bowels massaging his cockhead. It felt incredible. He wanted to sink every inch of his cock into her ass, and feel it around him.
Irelia was doing her best to hide her discomfort. It was no longer just emotional, now the discomfort was physical. This was the first time anything had gone inside of her butt, and it wasn’t very pleasurable. It didn’t outright hurt, but it didn’t feel good. And the more he pushed inside, the more strangely full she began to feel. Irelia did not like this. Even if her womanhood made it appear otherwise, she didn’t enjoy it. It was nice to give this soldier, Jalen, what he wanted. But she didn’t see herself doing it again.
Jalen’s commander remained silent as he began pushing deeper. He hoped she was enjoying it too. He had happened to notice that her pussy was wet when he was eating her ass, so maybe she was. The thought excited him. Maybe he’d get her to cum along with him! Though he wouldn’t be lasting long. There was no way, not with an ass this incredible, which belonged to someone he thought so highly of. His commander, Irelia’s ass was milking his cock. Her piping, sticky insides were wrapped around his member. It was a dream come true, a fantasy brought to life. Even if he only got to experience it once, he would remember it forever. He would remember the way her bowels clung to him, and convulsed with each clench of Irelia’s anus. He would remember the texture, and the way her sticky anal juices lingered on him as he pulled out, before pushing back inside.
The man was in a trance, wholly absorbed by the feeling of Irelia’s bowels enveloping his cock. His hips pumped, and he watched the way her tight, brown ring clung to his member as he pulled back, like it was trying to suck him back inside. Once his member was fully hilted inside of her, and his hips were pushing against her fat cheeks, attempting to flatten them so he could fit just a little bit deeper, he came. It was sudden, unexpected, but wholly overwhelming. He gritted his teeth, groaning loudly as his hips shook. He leaned against Irelia, practically laying his upper body on hers and pushing as hard as he could. Even though he could go no deeper, he continued to try.
Irelia shuddered. While she couldn’t exactly feel the way Jalen’s seed spilled into her bowels, she could feel herself growing even more uncomfortably full. But she remained silent, it was almost over. Soon, she wouldn’t have to experience anything like that again. She hadn’t come, but was rather close.
Eventually, the man pulled out of her. His cock freed itself from her clinging hole with a hollow phlop. Soon after, he could see her hole flexing, and it began pushing out his seed. Even that was hot to him. He wanted to dive back in and fuck her all over again, but he stopped himself. Instead, after catching his breath, a surge of excitement crashed over him and he began putting his armor back on. He had to tell his friends about this!
Before Irelia finished catching her breath, she heard Jalen begin jogging away. She turned, about to stop him, but he was already shouting.
“Guys! Guys! Irelia does anal! She actually does anal!”
“No fucking way!”
“Yeah, she does! I just fucked her ass!”
“Well she better let us have her ass too!”
“Of course she will! She said we can basically do anything, it’s all for our pleasure!”
That was not what Irelia had said. She cursed, and had half the mind to march over there and clear out these delusions. But then she heard the men cheering, and how happy everyone was. All at the notion of being able to fuck her butt. She cursed again, slightly louder this time, and shook her head. What was she going to do?
Irelia rounded the corner and stopped. All five of the men were looking at her. The wall had been fully repaired, and now they were simply waiting for their turn. Jalen was sitting on a bench, and was the first to look away. Had she given him a mean look? What was her current facial expression? Irelia made sure to look happy and inviting, a stark contrast to her current emotional state. Was she about to have to do anal with all of these men? Surely one of them would want her mouth or her womanhood. She would have preferred either of those options to more anal.
“Is it our turn now?” one of the men asked.
Irelia nodded, “yes, what would you like?”
The men began approaching her. Irelia stood still, letting them surround her as she awaited their answers. She could have asked their names, but what was the point when there were so many of them? And they seemed to be in a rush. One of them was already groping her rear, taking two meaty handfuls of her ass and squeezing.
“Jalen said you let him do anal, and that you’d let us do it too.”
“Mhm.” Irelia’s inner voice was screaming at her again, calling her an idiot and a fool.
Upon hearing her response, the man behind her began unfastening his belt.
“I think you made Xiun’s day. He was hoping you’d let him use your butt.” One of the men teased.
“Quiet.” Xiun barked.
“I’m sure the other guys wanna use your butt too. Sorry, but it’s something most of them have talked about since joining your army.”
Irelia didn’t respond. How embarrassing.
“Not me though. Sure, your ass is incredible, but I like your plump lips.” The soldier was talking to her like she was an object, and not his commander.
Irelia had half the mind to knock him on his ass and bring him to his senses. But this was her own doing. Today, the men were free to use her, like an object. But she would return as their commander after this was all over.
“Hurry up with her ass, I’m next,” another soldier said.
The fourth soldier remained quiet, but she could feel his eyes on her ass.
There it was, that familiar pressure against her backdoor as Xiun pushed his cockhead against it. Irelia tried to hide the way it made her wince. It was more difficult to hide this time. She wasn’t with just one person anymore, she was with five.
Thankfully Xiun’s cock gained purchase much more easily. With Irelia’s hole still slightly loose from being used just a few minutes ago, and her pushing back like she’d learned, it slipped in easily.
Xiun groaned, “fuck yeah, that’s it. Damn Jalen, I can’t believe you got to do this before me.”
“Benefits of being the group leader.” Jalen said with a sigh. He leaned back, getting comfy as the show began.
The other men were content to wait for Xiun to get situated inside of Irelia’s rear. With the mouthy one in front of her, the other two were behind her, watching as her hole was forced to stretch around Xiun’s girth. He pushed deeper, less carefully than Jalen had, and stopped once his hips impacted her ass.
“You feel amazing, commander.”
That sounded like a tease. Irelia didn’t respond. If he wanted to tease her, and play on the fact that she was their commander, whatever. She just wanted this over with. After this group was satisfied, she’d make sure they didn’t tell anyone else, and she wouldn’t have to deal with having her butt defiled anymore.
The one in front of her began undoing his belt, and Irelia knew what he wanted from her. She was actually thankful that he wanted her mouth. It meant she’d only be getting two more dicks in her ass before she could make it off limits. So she bent over. She made sure to keep her ass stationary, which was easy given how flexible she was. And after brushing her hair back with her hand, she opened her mouth once she was at crotch-level with the other soldier.
Xiun chuckled, “she seems eager for your cock, Sheng.”
“Probably just wants to get it over with,” another soldier said from behind her.
“Doesn’t matter either way. All I know is that this is going to feel wonderful.” Sheng stepped up to her, lightly gripping her head and jaw, before pushing his cock between her plump lips with a satisfied groan. His hips began moving immediately, as he held her head in place. He didn’t go too deep at first, resigning himself to the first two inches of his cock as he got a feel for her warm, wet maw.
Xiun, on the other hand, was picking up his pace. His hips clapped into her cheeks after each thrust, and his cock was roughly slamming in and out of her rectum. He was making this far more uncomfortable than Jalen had. All the while his hands groped and kneaded her fleshy ass. Suddenly, he lifted one hand before slapping her cheek, creating an echoing clap, and a sensation that nearly made Irelia bite down on Sheng. Instead she simply shouted around his cock.
Irelia’s asshole clenched down tightly as she was spanked, squeezing Xiun’s cock wonderfully. It gave him an idea, and he slapped her again. This time, as he brought his hand down, he also shoved his cock as deep as he could. Her ring clenched even tighter, milking his shaft as he fucked her. It felt too good to stop, so he slapped her again, and again.
Soon the slapping was becoming so loud that nearby soldiers began wandering over to see what was going on. They had been working, but the sounds had made them too curious. And when those sounds were revealed to be originating from their very own commander, who was being spit roasted and fucked in the ass, some soldiers ran back to tell others what was going on. Soon, a crowd began to form in the distance, all in witness to Irelia’s defilement.
Only Jeng noticed the crowd, and he decided to keep quiet about it. His grip on Irelia’s head tightened, and he hastened his thrusts. She gagged once his cock finally reached the entrance to her throat, but that only made him want to go deeper. The way her cough sent vibrations around every inch of his shaft was incredible. And when he pulled back out, he saw his cock was covered in a fresh coat of saliva. His gorgeous commander’s saliva.
Xiun was already getting close, but he couldn’t stop himself. Everything felt too good, he didn’t care that he was already about to finish. And he only realized that finishing meant his one experience with her body was over once it was too late. He was already flooding her bowels with his cum when he pulled out, suddenly regretting letting himself finish so fast. His cum was still spewing freely, and some landed on Irelia’s cheeks, but most landed in the dirt.
As soon as Xiun staggered away, another soldier was taking his place behind her and immediately began penetrating her. He turned away, noticing the crowd, but saying nothing, and then sat next to Jalen.
“Pretty incredible, huh?” Jalen asked.
“Mhm, just bittersweet, really. I won’t ever get to fuck her ass again.”
Jalen snorted at how dramatic Xiun was being, though he had a point. “Sure, but who knows what the future holds. Maybe she’ll enjoy it too much and do it again, or decide to help us later down the line, when our morale drops again.”
“If we aren’t all dead by then.”
Irelia wasn’t within earshot of the conversation, had she been, she may have given Xiun another go at her. Instead, she was stuck gagging on cock and having her ass roughly slapped and stuffed. Jeng was getting closer and closer to hilting himself inside of her throat, and with each pump came a fresh wave of spit and throat slime to coat Irelia’s face and chin and the cock that forced it all out of her. No attention was paid to how the women gagged and choked and struggled to breathe. At least it seemed that way. In fact, Jeng was paying close attention to every little movement, convulsion, and sound that came from Irelia’s throat. And it was all enjoyed immensely.
Jeng lasted the longest of the four men. He fucked her face even after the third and final man came inside of her ass. Jeng had gone back and forth between gentle bucking, barely reaching the back of her mouth, and throat deep thrusts. Part of this was so that Irelia could remain conscious and didn’t decide to bite him. But the other reason was simply so that he didn’t cum. He made sure to savor every second he spent using her, and when he did finally cum, it was when he decided. And he was generous with his orgasm. Instead of cumming deep into her throat, he pulled out, finishing inside of the commander’s mouth. She swallowed it down rather begrudgingly, but tried to hide her distaste.
After Jeng pulled his pants back up, Irelia realized that it was over, for now. She could allow herself one more break. She looked up at the sky, judging by the sun, she had around an hour before everyone was freed for their lunch and free time. That was when Irelia planned to continue with her task, and when she thought she’d have the most traffic. Only once she turned around did she notice the dissipating crowd of soldiers. They were all rushing back to their stations, but the reality of the situation was clear. They had been watching her. They’d seen her as she was fucked in the ass over and over. They saw how rough the men had been with her, and they knew what they could get away with. Irelia stomach dropped when she realized it was likely too late for her to decide that anal was out of the question.
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Throughout her short break, Irelia was wrestling with climbing back onto the stage and announcing that anal was not something she was willing to do anymore. Either that or to cancel the whole thing altogether. But she wasn’t in her right state of mind, she knew that. In her heart she knew that canceling this would destroy morale. Taking anal away from these men would simply annoy them, but something told her not to do it. If it was what they really wanted, then it was worth it, wasn’t it? Irelia didn’t know for sure. All she knew was that it was nearly noon. And noon meant every soldier would be free to eat lunch or do whatever they wanted for the next hour, and that she would likely get no rest during that time.
She had managed to give herself a very brief wash, though she hadn’t gone to the showers. She used a nearby well to wash most of the drying semen off of her body, mostly her rear and face. She also washed her mouth out. The taste of cum wasn’t one she liked. By the time she finished giving herself a quick wash, the bell was ringing. The bell signified break time. Irelia considered not heading towards the main square, where most of the soldiers would be for lunch, but she knew it was what she had to do. As she considered this, she noticed something. The men weren’t going to the main square. No, instead they were moving straight towards her. It seemed that once again, she didn’t have much of a choice in what was going to happen. She had made a promise, so she had to keep it.
Once the men reached her, they wasted no time. They only had an hour, and there were so many of them that wanted a piece of Irelia. They crowded around her, observing her to see if she would say no, or stop them. When she did no such thing, one soldier approached from behind. His pants had already been removed, and he wrapped his arms around her midriff. Irelia flinched when she felt his touch, but did nothing to deter him.
His cock found its way between her cheeks, which were still a bit red from the abuse it had received previously. The soldier didn’t penetrate immediately. Instead, he hotdogged her for the time being, fucking her cheeks like a dog, bucking and humping against her ass. Irelia remained silent.
Another man approached. He was naked as well, and as it turned out, most of the surrounding men were. “You’re so beautiful, Irelia,” the man said as he reached her. He kissed her, pressing his lips against hers and pushing his tongue inside of her mouth. She offered no resistance, and let the man explore to his heart’s content.
Her hand was snatched up and placed around his cock. She began pumping him without hesitation. The man groaned into her mouth before pulling away. He looked down, watching her thin fingers as they pumped his cock up and down.
“Will you choke on it for me, please?” he looked her in the eyes as he asked. “Please?” He was begging her, shamelessly.
Irelia’s nod of approval seemed to set him off. Before she could even begin to bend over to suck his member, he held her head in place and kissed her once again. This kiss was brief, and his tongue quickly traveled out of his mouth once again. Instead of pushing inside of her own, he licked her lips, before tracing upward. His tongue traveled the length of her face; up and over her nose, eyebrows and forehead, before stopping once it reached her hair. He then began the process over again, though this time he was much less careful. He licked all around her face, coating her in his saliva, tasting her. She barely had time to close her eye before his tongue was over it.
“You’re so damn weird,” the man behind her finally spoke.
Irelia couldn’t help but agree with him. This was one of the weirdest experiences she’d ever had. It was even more uncomfortable than when Jalen had eaten her backdoor. The man licking her face didn’t respond. Maybe he didn’t even hear what the other had said. He seemed wholly absorbed in what he was doing. Irelia couldn’t help but be thankful when he finally pulled away and began making her bend over towards him.
The man between her cheeks had finally had enough foreplay, and pushed himself into her bowels without hesitation. Irelia hissed at the feeling, but was quickly put to work sucking on the weird one’s rod. Her throat was almost immediately assaulted. The man inside of her mouth was wasting no time, and it was clear he wanted her to choke.
Another soldier approached the group. He was satisfied with using Irelia’s hand for the time being. He had no interest in using her pussy, like the others, he wanted to use her ass. And even if it was already in use, he couldn’t help but spank and grope it.
Irelia struggled to keep up with the steadily increasing number of men. Her hand was squeezing and pumping without rhythm or any type of pace. She was too busy trying not to choke while also having her ass defiled. The man in her guts wasn’t taking it easy either. It seemed he was in a rush to eat lunch, because he was absolutely drilling her rear. His hips clapped against hers violently with each pump, echoing throughout the camp and making some of the surrounding men cheer.
Her throat was treated just as harshly. The man inside of her mouth was forcing every inch of himself inside of her with each thrust. His pubes tickled her face, and her nose was firmly planted inside of his bush each time he hilted himself inside of her. And even though she tried to fight it, nearly every time he pulled out, a fresh wave of her slop followed. Thick, sticky fluids from her throat coated her face and dribbled down to the dirt below. The man’s pubes were matted down, and a string of juices bridged the gap between her nose and his groin. As if that wasn’t humiliating enough, Irelia was gagging and choking uncontrollably. It was loud, violent, and utterly embarrassing.
Glaaach. Glurrck. GLECHK, glechk GLECHK GLAACK.
It was a violent, ceaseless, embarrassing cacophony of sounds that no commander, or woman should ever have made. But the men seemed to enjoy it. And it only grew messier and louder the faster the man’s hips moved. She didn’t even notice when the man in her ass came and pulled out of her, only to be replaced with another one.
More men funneled out of the crowd and into the action. Some groped her tits as they waited. Another used her other hand to get himself off. The rest groped her thighs or ass as they waited for an opportunity to do more to her.
Once the man using her throat finally came, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he forced Irelia to choke on every drop, uncaring even as she was clearly fighting for consciousness. His seed spilled from her mouth and nose as she choked and retched, struggling to stay present. Her nose burned, her throat burned, and the man just continued fucking her throat until every drop was squeezed from his balls.
It seemed the man in her ass was finishing at the same time, because when the man in her throat finally let go and pulled out, Irelia fell to the ground. Her legs had given out without her realizing it, and the only reason she had remained standing for so long was because of the men holding her up.
With the new position came new opportunities. Obviously, the first target was her fat ass and her still-tight, abused asshole. One man pounced on her ass, falling to his knees as his cock was enveloped by her hot, sweaty cheeks. He lined himself up and shoved his member into her bowels. Her hole provided almost no resistance. It was becoming stretched from its abuse.
With Irelia now on her stomach, her feet were free for a specific member of the crowd. He ran in, making sure to reach her feet first. He gripped her ankles with each hand and pulled her feet up towards his face. They were dirty, but that only added to the allure, and the flavor. His nose planted itself against her soles, as his tongue flicked between her toes.
Irelia was just happy to be able to breathe again. Though most of her breaths came out in ragged, wet chokes and coughs, it was better than nothing. There was a strange sensation at her feet, almost like they were being tickled. It took her a moment to realize what was really happening, and she would have blushed had her face not already been beet red from choking.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight, you’re the perfect fuck doll!” the man mounting her ass shouted as he pounded into her. “You should have given yourself to us long ago. Do you have any idea how long many of us have wanted your fat shitter?” As if to accentuate his point, he drove himself balls deep, flattening himself painfully against her ass.
Irelia grimaced, clenching her teeth and groaning in pain.
“She even likes it! Listen to her moan.” The man roared with laughter, which was matched by the crowd. His thrusts increased in pace and heft until he was nearly flattening her fat cheeks against his hips and becoming a blur.
“Let’s fit more in her ass! She probably isn’t satisfied with just one dick!” A man from the crowd bellowed. Another cheer from the crowd followed his words.
The man at her feet wasn’t paying attention to anything but her perfect soles. He’d licked and sniffed and kissed every bit of her feet, and was finally positioning his cock between them. He pressed her feet together, using her soles as a sort of hole to fuck. It felt incredible to him, and he was going back and forth between using her toes and her soles.
Irelia didn’t know what to say, or how to respond in any meaningful way to the crowd and their horrible claims. The best thing she could think of was to stay quiet and take it. Once they were all satisfied this would be over, wouldn’t it? And she could escape to the showers and enjoy a nice, long and peaceful wash. Her daydream was cut off when a man gripped her hair and yanked her head up. She cried out in pain and her open mouth was quickly filled with cock. And she was quickly gagging and choking once again.
The man in her ass came, gripping and squeezing her cheeks as he pressed himself as deep as he could go. Only once every drop was stuffed into her bowels did he pull out. Her ring gaped briefly, before fighting to wink shut. Her now slightly puffy asshole was slowly being stretched out. Surely taking several cocks at once would hasten the process.
One of the men moved to lift Irelia up, but he was stopped by the man using her feet. He wouldn’t move until he was finished. There was a short disagreement, but eventually the man trying to lift her gave up and mounted her ass. He’d settle on sodomizing her for now.
Irelia’s mouth and throat were flooded with cum far more quickly this time, and she found herself choking on seed once again. She hadn’t liked the flavor before, but now she hated it. It was sticky and thick and terribly salty. It was warm, filling and- it was awful! Irelia shook her head, as if to get that confusing sequence of thoughts out of her mind. She recovered from the assault on her throat more quickly this time, and only coughed up a little bit of semen. Her nose still burned, as some seed dripped freely from it. But she relished the time she got to breathe, with her head resting on the ground. Even if her feet and her ass were being defiled, she felt more at peace without someone using her mouth.
Her feet were made slick and sticky from a combination of sweat, saliva, and precum. Though she barely registered what was happening down there, the man using her was getting close. Her feet were so incredibly smooth, especially for someone who spent nearly their entire life training for battle. He quickly warned the man in front of him to pull out of Irelia’s ass for a moment. That man stood, grumbling and waiting impatiently for the soldier to cum.
“Her feet? Really?”
“Shut up and let me enjoy it.” The man could barely speak through his gritted teeth as he came. He unloaded over Irelia’s legs and across her ass, making it clear as to why he’d warned the other soldier to move.
The impatient soldier shook his head. He wasn’t going to wait for this man to finish before getting back to business. A smirk crept across his lips as he realized what he could do. He could make Irelia taste herself.
Irelia was pulled up by her hair again until she was face to face with another cock. She sighed, about to open her mouth before she noticed something. This one smelled different than the others. Each of the cocks she’d sucked had a similar smell, but this one smelled far worse to her. Her nose scrunched up, and she grimaced as she looked up to meet the man’s gaze.
“That’s right, this one was in your ass, commander. Now open up!”
Irelia was stunned. There was no way she’d be forced to do something like this! This was sickening, and knowing where the smell originated from made her stomach turn. She turned her head away from the disgusting dick. Suddenly, the man grabbed her by the jaw and twisted her head back towards him.
“I said open up! This is my satisfaction, give it to me!”
Irelia still refused, so the man forced his thumb past her pursed lips, and then a couple fingers from his other hand. Slowly but surely, Irelia’s mouth was pried open. She didn’t shout, or bite down. She just stared at this soldier with rage. And he merely smirked in return.
Her gag was nearly instantaneous. Once his cock touched her tongue, and she realized she was tasting her ass, a harsh retch escaped her. It wasn’t as much the taste as it was the knowledge on where that taste originated. But she still didn’t like the taste.
The soldier looked down at his commander as she sucked his cock. Her face was a bit dirty from her time spent in the dirt, as was her hair. She was sweaty, especially around her face and ass. Her rear was also red from all the smacks she’d received. Honestly, he thought she looked better this way.
Once the man using her feet finally recovered from his orgasm and stood up, Irelia was lifted to her knees by her hair. She groaned in discomfort, but was still focused enough as to not bite down, even if the idea was tempting. Once she was lifted up, the man simply went back to fucking her face. She did everything she could to avoid the taste of her own bowels, but the man wouldn’t let her. So she gagged, even though he hadn’t pushed against her throat. Everything about this was so vile she couldn’t help but retch.
As she was lifted up and put into her new kneeling position, several more men rushed towards her. They’d been waiting for better access to her body. Her hands are snatched up and used to stroke their cocks. Other men settle for molesting her. Some grope her breasts while others simply lick and kiss her body. Anywhere that isn’t coated in cum is fair game for them. One man is focused on her armpit, licking up the sweat and flavors from it before standing and shoving his cock against it. He keeps her arm down, allowing him to fuck her pit just like he wanted to.
It was all too much for Irelia to process. Each of her hands were being used, she was forced to taste her own ass while choking on a cock, and there were countless hands and tongues dancing across her body. She barely noticed when her ass was invaded once again, but was quick to realize there was another pressing against her stretched sphincter. She cried out around the cock, suddenly struggling, though unable to move. As she cried out, her throat was finally invaded, and she nearly threw up. Instead, she gave the harshest, most violent gag of the session. It was so strong that it forced the man using her throat to cum. He cursed as he did so, attempting to pull out and stop himself, but it was too late. The man angrily shoved every inch of himself back into Irelia’s throat and made her choke down every drop of cum.
Her asshole strained to keep the second cock out, but her struggle could only last so long. And the soldiers were dead set on seeing just how much they could fit in her ass.
“Come on commander, open up! I’m sure this greedy asshole of yours can take more than just one cock! How about three, even?” One of the men teased her as he squatted down next to the two men at her ass. He was fully intent on fitting his inside with the other two, but he wanted to watch the second force its way inside first.
Slowly, painfully, that second cock began to slip inside. Irelia would have screamed if her throat still wasn’t stuffed with cock. Even though that man’s orgasm had subsided, he was still hard and refused to pull out. He better not try to get a second orgasm. That was an easy way to allow her to punish him specifically. Through her blurry eyes, Irelia made an effort to memorize his every feature. Even as her vision began growing dark on the edges, and her gags turned into small ragged chokes.
That second cock was now halfway lodged into her asshole. Her hole was stretched rather obscenely, and the men were cheering at the sight. They sawed in and out of her ass in a sort of synchronization. One would pull out as the other pushed further inside, back and forth. Eventually, the third man got tired of waiting and began pressing himself against her hole. Surely, she could fit just a little more.
The crowd cheered as they saw what the men at her ass were attempting. Even though the amount of people in the crowd had dwindled after the men who’d used her left to eat, and so many others were in the process of using her, there were still plenty who were looking forward to their turn.
The only thing keeping Irelia conscious was the immense, burning pain in her ass. That third cock was invading her as well. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, but that sensation in her ass refused to let her pass out. Even still, she only realized she could breathe again when her head hit the ground.
Her vision returned, and she pushed herself up with her freed hands. The men who had been using them must have finished without her realizing, as well as the one using her armpit. The only men using her were the ones in her ass, but that was for a very brief moment. Her hands were quickly snatched up and she was forced back into her kneeling position. A dick found its way to each hand, and she mindlessly stroked them. Someone stood in front of her, but didn’t penetrate her. Instead, he pressed her petite breasts together and bucked his cock between them. That was a relief.
With the third cock now fully lodged inside of her ass with the others, Irelia’s sphincter was at its breaking point. Yet the crowd continued to cheer, even as Irelia grimaced in pain and her face grew red from straining. She was clearly not enjoying this, but the men were too horny to care. Her feet were even put to use again, as was her other armpit. She was nothing but a toy for them.
Irelia was barely conscious enough to speak, but she did, once two of the cocks were pulled free from her ass and she felt another two press against it. “Please, wait. Don’t… don’t use my rear, please. Just use my womanhood.”
“What was that?” One of the men who had positioned himself at the entrance to her ass leaned in closer to hear.
“Please, just use my womanhood.”
“Your… womanhood?”
“Yes, my womanh- I mean, use my pussy! Fuck my pussy, please!” Irelia was desperate to give her ass a break, and to avoid going through such pain again.
The man paused for a moment, considering his options. He even moved in front of her and slid under her kneeling form. Even as the other man kept using her ass, and that second one was waiting to penetrate her, he managed to fit under her and not get tangled up with them. He positioned himself against her pussy, and Irelia felt a small burst of hope. She even began to smile. But that hope was tarnished almost instantly, as he quickly lowered his cock and pressed it against her backdoor, and forced himself inside.
The rest of the gangbang became a blur to Irelia. A blur of pain and orgasms. Much of those orgasms had been her own, though she was loath to enjoy them. Even if her body quaked and spasmed with pleasure as she came with three dicks in her ass and one in her throat, her mind wasn’t as apt to enjoy it all.
The men came and went, until each and every one of them had had their fill of her body. None of them used her pussy, they didn’t even touch it. Most of them used her ass, others her throat, but some of the more unique men used her feet, tits, armpits, and even her hair. Nothing was off limits for them. Irelia had become unresponsive to their taunts and jeers, but that didn’t halt their enjoyment.
Irelia barely registered the moment that they stopped, she simply laid limp on the ground for a few minutes. Her entire body was tingling from the countless orgasms she’d endured. Her ass was sore, and her throat was raw.
As the last man finished cumming, he glanced down at her asshole. It was sore, slightly gaped, and puffy from its constant punishment. Like countless men before him, he captured the image in his head so that he could remember it as long as he could.
Even though Irelia was done being used for the time being, she was still being watched. As she regained her senses, and struggled to her feet, a woman was watching her. She had been too shy to join the group of men as they gangbanged her, but she had fingered herself to orgasm several times from behind a tent. Her eyes had been entirely focused on what little she could see of Irelia’s ass during the gangbang. And she considered approaching the unconscious woman and seeing what she could get away with.
Lai took a step forward, but as soon as she did, Irelia began to push herself off the ground, so she stepped back. Once she thought about it, she didn’t want to be licking some soldier’s cum out of Irelia’s ass anyway, so she had to wait a bit longer. Maybe she could sneak into Irelia’s tent while she slept. If she woke up she could just say that she hadn’t been satisfied yet. That could work, and it didn’t run the risk of avoiding more soldiers. She was greedy, and wanted Irelia for herself. So, as Irelia stumbled onto her shaky legs, she slowly followed behind her.
She followed her commander as she went back into the back of the camp, where no one else went. Lai watched with wide, starving eyes as Irelia squatted down to push out all the cum that had accumulated in her ass. This was perfect. Maybe she could take her now. Lai considered it, but that fear of attracting more soldiers was still present. She had to wait until Irelia was somewhere truly secluded.
Irelia was relieved to have some privacy. She didn’t want anyone to witness the way she had to push every thick, sticky glob of cum from her ass. It was an uncomfortable experience, but she was far more comfortable once it was finished and she wasn’t as full. Next on her list was a long, precious shower.
As she walked towards the only modernized structure in the camp, Irelia felt more thankful for the Ionian mages who made it function than she ever had before. It was even separated between male and female showers, so she knew she’d be relatively safe from sex. Though she had expected at least some of the female soldiers to want something from her, she was beginning to think they weren’t as horny as men. This did disappoint her a little, because she assumed they’d be much more gentle than men. She shrugged, and stepped into the shower.
At first, Irelia had been angry about the advisors’ decision to make functional showers such a high priority. It was the only modernized part of the camp, and the old men had put most of their resources into having it made. With the help of magic, it was created rather quickly, though it was very expensive. And once they moved, they planned to have this one destroyed and rebuilt all over again. But at the moment, Irelia was thankful for it.
Initially, after turning the water on, she simply stood under it. She didn’t wash, and most of the water hit her front. It traveled down her face, over her breasts, and the rest of her body before flowing into the drain. She wasn’t planning on making this a swift shower.
Lai poked her head into the shower. She stood in the hallway that separated the outside world from the actual shower within. Irelia was standing with her back facing her, and her fat, abused ass was in perfect view. It seemed the commander wasn’t washing yet, and the water hadn’t touched her back or rear yet.
Lai had a certain thing for natural smells. While she hadn’t had many experiences, she had a very strong fondness for women’s rears. It was a fondness far greater than anyone’s that she’d met. And most people thought she was weird because of it. So she began keeping it to herself, which only ended up increasing her desire and her frustration. This was her only chance, and Irelia’s rear was the best she had ever seen.
Irelia wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were clothes, and she let the water take her mind somewhere else. This meditative state was undone when she heard a voice behind her.
“Commander?” Lai’s voice was barely louder than a whisper.
Irelia went to turn around, but was suddenly stopped.
“Wait! Don’t turn around. Ahem, sorry. I just…”
“It’s okay, soldier. Did you… want to use me?” Irelia hadn’t ever phrased her situation in such a lewd, humiliating light before, but it felt more realistic. She had offered up her body to be used. And used she was.
“I… yes ma’am.”
“No need to be so polite. Just do as you wish.” Irelia wasn’t concerned at the moment. This was a one-on-one situation, and she figured this woman would be far gentler than the men had.
“Are you sure? I, I mean, I have rather… strange tastes.”
Irelia would have put a reassuring hand on this soldier’s shoulder, but seeing as she wasn’t allowed to turn around, she couldn’t. “Yes, I’m sure. Don’t feel nervous, my body is for your use.” Again, this wasn’t a normal thing for her to say, but it felt true.
Lai nodded, though Irelia couldn’t see it.
“What is your name, by the way?”
“Lai.”
“Go ahead, Lai. Do whatever you want.”
Lai paused for a moment, trying to calm her nerves. For some reason, she hadn’t actually expected to get this far, even with the knowledge of what Irelia was doing. She looked down at Irelia’s ass. It was still water-free, but not exactly dry. It was clearly still sweaty, and the steam from the shower wasn’t doing anything to cool it off. Lai’s mouth watered at the thought of what it must smell like.
She knelt down, her face became level with Irelia's ass and she leaned forward. With her commander’s fat, sweaty, abused ass so close to her face, she gave a light sniff. From this distance, a mere hint of the woman’s musk could be made out, and it only made Lai hungry for the full scent. Why waste any more time?
Lai gripped Irelia’s cheeks, feeling the fat, malleable flesh, and parted them. The heat wafted outward, dancing across Lai’s face, as did the scent. It was far stronger now, and Lai barely hesitated before shoving her face in. She moved nose-first, until it was planted, no, flattened against Irelia’s lightly puffed out sphincter. Lai inhaled and didn’t stop until her lungs were completely full of Irelia’s musk. It was hot, pungent, and raw. It made Lai’s eyes water.
Irelia should have seen this coming. Even the women were obsessed with her ass. Though, she didn’t recall any of the men making an active effort to smell it, and this woman was taking entire lungfuls of her ass. But Irelia was beyond the point of embarrassment. She did, however, understand why this woman had warned her about her strange tastes. Was this why she didn’t want her to turn around? So that her ass wouldn’t have gotten even slightly more clean than its current state? Had this woman wanted to smell her ass while it was dirty?
Lai was in another world. In her imagination, Irelia had just returned to her tent after a massive battle, where she had seen Lai performing exceptionally. The commander had decided to reward her soldier with her ass. She’d pulled her skin-tight blue pants down and let Lai drink in her dirty musk as long as she wanted. That was where Lai was, or rather, where she wanted to be. But this was certainly good enough. It had the most important part; Irelia’s fat ass and musk. It was nice to dream up a more exciting scenario, though.
Next came Lai’s tongue. After she’d gotten as many lungfuls of Irelia’s musky asshole as she could, her tongue was released, and danced across the abused ring of muscle. Her taste was nearly as strong as her scent, and lai immediately dove inside. It was easy, with Irelia’s ring being as abused and stretched as it was. A tongue was nothing compared to three hard cocks.
The tongue even felt rather good to Irelia. Maybe she was getting used to it, but it almost felt soothing on her abused asshole, and even better once it began flicking around her rectum. She’d done a good job of evacuating the men’s semen, because there wasn’t a drop to be found inside of her. Everything inside was simply, purely, rawly, Irelia. It actually began to feel so good that Irelia was rapidly growing wet. She even moaned, uncaring if this woman heard her. It probably would have made Lai feel more confident anyway. Irelia was enjoying having her butthole licked after such a rough session. And it seemed Lai couldn’t get enough of it.
Lai quite literally couldn’t get enough of it. Her tongue pushed as deep as it could go, tasting and feeling everything it could reach, but Lai wanted more. She wanted to taste more, feel more, and smell more, but she couldn’t reach it. Her lips were nearly flattened against Irelia’s pucker, and she sucked on it, trying to pull the rim into her mouth so she could push her tongue just a little bit deeper into her commander’s bowels. But even that wasn’t far enough. Eventually, after the harshest, longest, sloppiest suck she could muster, Lai pulled away.
Her face was caked in Irelia’s sweat. She wiped her face with her hand, before cleaning it off with her tongue. It was deliciously salty and musky. But Lai simply needed more. She gripped Irelia’s hips and gave her a tug. Irelia was pulled away from the flowing water, and suddenly shoved against one of the walls. Lai wouldn’t have cared if Irelia showed any signs of discomfort, all she cared about now was getting more of her ass.
It started with a finger, roughly pumping in and out of Irelia’s asshole. Lai watched as it slipped effortlessly in and out of Irelia’s hole, all the way to the third knuckle, and slightly further than her tongue had. She pulled her finger out, observing the way it glistened with Irelia’s juices, and then stuck it in her mouth. She sucked on it, savoring every bit of Irelia’s ass that had found its way onto her finger. It was delicious, in her horny, warped mind. And she needed more.
Next came two fingers, performing the same actions as before. After that were three, then four flexing, gripping fingers were lodged inside of Irelia’s rectum. They groped and clung to Irelia’s anal walls, dragging themselves back out before being shoved into Lai’s mouth. The soldier groaned, eyes rolling back as she tasted Irelia’s bowels on her hand.
Irelia had grown far more uncomfortable as time went on. Those four fingers were reminding her of the way the soldier’s dicks had felt, and were hurting her again. But she didn’t tell her soldier to stop. It was clear that this woman had many strange pent up desires, and she had warned Irelia of this fact. So Irelia let her continue, to her great discomfort. Even as Lai reached all the way to the base of her thumb with her four fingers and clawed around at her bowels.
Lai still wasn’t satisfied. Even though she was reaching far deeper than ever before, she wanted more. She could tell by the way Irelia’s legs quaked and muffled grunts escaped her mouth that the commander wasn’t enjoying this. But Lai just couldn’t help herself. Irelia had told her to do whatever she wanted, or something along those lines. This was her justification, even as she forced her thumb inside with the rest of her fingers, and pushed her entire hand inside of Irelia’s rectum.
Irelia cried out, unable to hold back anymore. Yet, at the same time as she shouted in pain, her cunt gushed. It soaked the wall in front of her and her legs quaked, nearly giving out. But she caught herself, leaning against the wall and staying as still as she could. The weak squeals and moans couldn’t be stopped, though. Nor could the way her cunt continued to release her girlcum onto the wall and floor. And Lai was pushing deeper still.
Once she was halfway to her elbow, Lai stopped. She stayed there for a moment, twisting and wriggling her forearm and fingers. It felt so good, so hot, so gooey inside of Irelia. She slowly began to tug her arm out, watchinghas Irelia’s sphincter clung to her limb. For a moment, Irelia’s rectum was clinging so hard to Lai’s arm that she was worried she’d cause damage, but her arm was eventually freed safely. Lai stared, enchanted by Irelia’s gaping ring. Her insides were plainly visible, red, gooey, and pulsing. After saving the image in her mind, she turned her attention to her arm.
It glistened in the light, wet and sticky from Irelia’s insides. She couldn’t help but give it all a strong, laborious lick. From the middle of her arm, to the tips of her fingers, her tongue traveled, tasting every bit of Irelia’s anal juices as she could. In her hazy state, Lai considered the flavor so good, so overwhelming, that she wanted Irelia to try it.
Irelia was tugged down to her knees by her hair. She grimaced and hissed in pain. Why she still reacted, she didn’t know. Irelia should have been used to this by now. She had already realized that Lai was absolutely not any gentler than the male soldiers. In fact, she had been worse. Once Irelia was on her knees, the soldier told her to open her mouth, and Irelia did so hesitantly. There was a familiar pang of fear in her gut. And once Lai raised her glistening hand towards her commander’s mouth, those fears were confirmed.
Irelia choked once again. She choked both on the way Lai’s fingers pushed themselves into Irelia’s throat, and on the pungent, disgusting flavor that had come from her own bowels. Lai shoved her hand all the way to the base of her thumb, but unlike before, she wouldn’t go any further than that. She stared into Irelia’s eyes, watching them widen and water as the woman struggled.
“Doesn’t it taste wonderful? Your ass is perfect Irelia. Please let me do this again sometime, this can’t be the only time.” Lai kept her fingers lodged in Irelia’s throat as she spoke, and wiggled them around as she did. “Please…” she made Irelia gag fiercely, even harder than the men had. “Please, commander.”
Irelia gave a desperate nod, and Lai pulled her hand free, before placing it in her own mouth to slurp up Irelia’s spit. Irelia began to realize that this woman was likely insane.
“Thank you,” Lai said, once she removed her hand from her mouth. “Thank you so much! I guess there’s only one thing left for today, then. Can you eat me out?”
Oh, right. Irelia still had to actually get this woman off. She nodded, forcing herself not to gag at the lingering taste in her mouth. Irelia was eager to finish this up so she could finally wash off and relax. And she was already on her knees, so all she had to do was wait for Lai to mount her face.
Lai hadn’t even taken her clothes off. They were now soaked from the shower, but it wasn’t like that mattered too much. She had spares, and this set of armor would likely keep her a bit cooler throughout the day. Though her pants clung to her legs now, and she had to wriggle around to get them down to her ankles. She kicked them away and quickly mounted Irelia’s face.
Irelia obviously hadn’t done this before, but she didn’t think it’d be hard. She knew more about female pleasure than male pleasure, and immediately set about running her tongue over Lai’s clit. The soldier seemed to enjoy it. She gripped Irelia’s head and moaned. Her hips gently grinded against Irelia’s mouth. The commander was more than happy to get some other flavor in her mouth than the taste of her own asshole. Even if this wasn’t her favorite flavor, it was far better than what she’d previously tasted.
Lai hadn’t ever been eaten out before, so she had no way to tell if Irelia was good at it or not, but it certainly felt really good. The soldier was far less rough with this than she had been with Irelia’s ass. It felt nice to just sort of relax and let it happen, whereas with Irelia’s ass she wanted as much as she could get. Even still, she did begin to grind her hips a bit harder, getting to the point where her asshole brushed over Irelia’s tongue from time to time. Her commander didn’t seem to shy away from that, so maybe she liked it. Lai thought it felt strange, but good at the same time.
Irelia tried no to recoil when she felt her soldier’s backdoor brush across her tongue. She had never actually felt one before, and it wasn’t what she’d expected. It was hard, sort of dry feeling, and rather bitter. Strangely, after having it brush across her tongue again, she found the texture to be rather neat.
Lai was enjoying it as well. She was enjoying it so much that she began to keep her asshole over Irelia’s tongue longer than her pussy. Both felt great, and were bringing her to orgasm rather quickly. The soldier was supporting herself with an arm against the shower wall, and Irelia was holding her thighs up with her hands. It was almost like sitting on Irelia’s shoulders. It was a little awkward to buck her hips enough to keep her asshole over Irelia’s tongue, but she was sort of making it work.
“Mmnf, can you lower your head a little and focus on my butt?” Lai asked.
Irelia obeyed her soldier, lowering her head a bit and lapping away at her asshole. Lai seemed so cute at that moment, a far cry from the woman who had just fisted her commander’s backdoor and made her taste it. And the texture, and even the taste, of her asshole was beginning to grow on Irelia.
The door to the shower opened, but only Lai noticed it. She looked up, shocked to see who it was. It was a man, and someone she didn’t see often. He gestured with his finger for her to remain quiet, and Lai nodded gently. This wasn’t what she’d wanted. She wanted to be alone with Irelia. Why the hell was a man in the women’s shower, and why was it him of all people? It made everything so awkward now, and Lai felt her orgasm begin to subside. No, she wouldn’t let him ruin this. She looked away from him, focusing on Irelia’s pretty face and bucking more fiercely.
The man approached, his cock already in his hand. Irelia still hadn’t noticed, and remained oblivious until she felt his cockhead press against her asshole. Her hole had somehow recovered from such violent fisting and tightened back up to an almost normal state. She attempted to pull away, but a new hand on the back of her head kept her in place. She obeyed, continuing to eat away at Lai’s asshole. Her nose pressed between the soldier’s folds and she could barely breathe through the sopping wetness.
As the man penetrated Irelia, Lai’s bucking became more aggressive. She had to fight harder to achieve her orgasm now, with this uninvited guest having invaded their privacy. Irelia struggled to keep up, but somehow continued to pleasure the girl. The man invading her ass was cause for very little discomfort to her. Perhaps her ass had grown numb, or she was just getting used to it all. It didn’t seem to bother him any, as his low grunts of pleasure seemed to confirm he was getting off.
Lai only grew more and more aggressive. She grinded herself into Irelia’s face, rapidly switching between her asshole and pussy. Not only did she want to cum, but she wanted to get this over with. This man had ruined it. He wasn’t even a soldier. But she had to show him respect. Her cunt gushed and she forgot all about him for a moment. She kept her pussy over Irelia’s mouth. Her hips gyrated as she flooded Irelia’s mouth with her cum.
The man was still going strong, pumping away at Irelia’s asshole. Irelia assumed it was just a soldier who couldn’t wait any longer, and that was fine. It wasn’t anything like what she’d just experienced with that group, or even Lai. But it was strange how silent he was. Most of the men would at least tell her how tight she was, if not outright tease her. It was rather off putting. Maybe he was just shy. But even Lai had seemed to change when he arrived. She grew more aggressive, almost like she’d wanted it to be over with. Irelia would have probably grown more concerned had she not been trying not to choke on girlcum.
What was even more strange, was that as soon as Lai finished squirting, she dismounted Irelia’s face and simply left. She didn’t even say goodbye or give Irelia any indication she was about to leave. She just left.
Irelia pushed her ass back, arms bracing herself against the wall. She wanted to get this man off as quickly as she could so she could get back to relaxing. So she moved her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, and they’d meet in the middle of each. He let out a satisfied sigh, and gripped her hips. With Lai gone, he seemed to be getting more into it. Irelia winced as he brought a hand down onto her asscheek. It wasn’t anything new, but it had come out of nowhere. She simply sighed and went along with it.
“Getting used to whoring yourself out already?”
Irelia stopped dead in her tracks, but the man did not. She knew that voice, it was a voice she’d argued with many times in the war tent. A chill crept up her spine and she whipped her head around. It was Geln. That old, scrawny advisor. The one she hated the most, and he was smiling at her.
She made an attempt to dislodge him, but she held firm, gripping her ass and giving her another sharp spank. That one seemed to hurt more than any other.
“Hey, I’m not done yet!” He spanked her again. “I told you your ass was the only reason I came along with you! What, you didn’t think us advisors would be in need of a morale boost?” He spat on her back, “well, we do.” He spanked her again, that vile grin plastered on his face all the while. “What, you’re done moving? I thought you were getting into it, acting like a fucking whore, throwing your fat hips back as I fucked your asshole. I swear, if your ass wasn’t so big I wouldn’t even have wanted to fuck you. I have standards.”
Irelia tried to zone out, to ignore this man and let him finish. It didn’t work, she felt every spank and every word until he came. He pulled out and let her slump to the floor, before proceeding to release his load over her body. Most of it landed exactly where he wanted it to; her face.
“Come to the war tent, but do clean yourself up first. You’re fucking filthy.”
With that, Irelia was left alone in the shower, and a crushing dread hung over her.
—--
The sun was setting by the time Irelia neared the war tent. Her shower had been long, even longer than she’d planned. Most of it consisted of her trying to think of a way out of going to this tent. After washing herself, she’d simply stood under the water, frozen, trying to find a way out. The only thing that made her leave was the knowledge that water was finite. So she’d dried herself off, and began the slow march towards the place where her advisors were waiting for her.
As she stared at the tent’s thick flaps now, the only thing separating her and the crude old men who were waiting to violate her, she began to regret her choices. While everything she’d done had obviously worked for her soldiers, she wasn’t sure it was worth what it had grown to cost. These advisors didn’t need a morale boost like her soldiers did, but to deny them would certainly bring consequences. And she had to ask herself if it had been worth it for her soldiers. Even after her body had grown to enjoy it, and she did at least a little near the end of everything, save the massive intrusions inside of her ass, there wasn’t anything she’d wouldn’t do to avoid going into that tent. But there was nothing she could do, so she stepped inside.
The four advisors were all there, leaning over the table as they always did. But this time, all focus was on her from the moment she stepped inside.
“Ah, there she is,” Geln spoke, “the commander turned whore, who parades her young, supple body around camp to ‘raise morale.’ Have a nice shower? I heard the men gaped your shitter quite thoroughly.”
Irelia was speechless. Already, what little resolve or willpower she had had coming into this tent was snatched away. She didn’t even blush.
“And now Geln tells us about how he fucked your ass in the shower and you did nothing to stop him,” Yolu said, “well, turn around. I want to see what’s so appealing about your asshole.”
Irelia took a moment, but obeyed him. She remained silent as she turned around and dug her fingers between her cheeks to spread them. Her asshole was puffy from all of the abuse it had taken, but was still rather tight. Yolu stared at it silently.
“Hmph. Just looks like another asshole to me, though, rather defiled and used up. And our soldiers were licking that? Smelling it, even? Disgusting. No, thank you. Turn around and use your mouth, like a good camp slut.” He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs as he unbuttoned his trousers.
Irelia obeyed, probably a little too well. She just wanted to get this over with. She may have offered her body to her troops willingly, even her ass, but every fiber of her being was telling her to defend herself, to kill these men. But she couldn’t do that, obviously. So she gave in and let herself be used. But only this once, and never again. She kneeled down, waited for Yolu to finish fishing his cock out, and wrapped her lips around it. It tasted as bad as she imagined, far worse than any of her soldiers had.
“Suit yourself. I’d have loved to have eaten her fat ass, but not after so many men have used it. I’ll settle for fucking it and making her taste it instead.” Salvan chuckled as he stood and mounted Irelia’s ass. His cock was already freed and it sank inside of her bowels painlessly. He sighed in pleasure, and delivered a harsh slap to her face.
The other two men decided to wait. Neither of them wanted to use her pussy or hands, or her feet as some of the soldiers had. They settled for watching the show, and Geln himself needed a bit more time to recover from his first session. Thalou had remained silent so far, and was content to continue doing so for now. While the other men were more verbally abusive, he had other, sadistic tastes that he’d get to explore when it was his turn with Irelia.
Salvan was already going hard with her ass. He drove himself balls deep each time, and it was physically painless for Irelia given all of the other, far bigger things she’d taken into her ass by that point. Emotionally, however, the pain was worse than anything else. She could handle her soldiers mocking her, because deep down she knew they respected her, and were just having fun in the moment. These men, her advisors were different. None of them respected her, and they enjoyed mocking and teasing her for the pain it brought her.
Even if Yolu’s cock wasn’t the biggest, sucking it was worse than choking on someone else’s. Everything was worse for her, but they were enjoying it immensely. Every couple pumps Yolu would comment on how good she was at this, inquire about how much practice she had before, or recommend she switch professions. Every jab made Irelia want to do something rash. But she held back and let him have his fun. Never again.
Every second Irelia spent doing this made her realize just how much she actually did enjoy the experience with her soldiers. Even if it had been scary, or painful at points, she looked back on it fondly. She hoped they were happy. Maybe it was all still worth it, after all.
A sharp spank brought her back to reality. Salvan laughed, and spanked her again. “Fuck, you’re no fun. Not even squealing. Should have expected you to be used to it by now, what with all the spanking your soldiers had done. You loved it, didn’t you? Almost as much as you’re loving this. You’re no commander, you’re just the perfect Ionian buttslut.” He took two meaty handfuls of her ass. “At least you realized what this fat ass is good for now.” After a couple more pumps, he spoke again. “You know, I don’t really blame the soldiers for wanting to taste or sniff your ass. Contrary to Yolu, I’d be willing to do it as well. Want to be my personal slave? I’m sure you’d find more success with that than commanding your troops. Shit…”
He pulled out of her ass abruptly, before looking at Yolu. “Will you hurry up and finish already? I want her to taste her ass on my cock as I fill her mouth up, but this ass is too good at milking my cock. More reason to keep her really, living out the rest of my life with a fat ass to milk me dry.” He gave Irelia another spank, and groped her flesh. It seemed that even though his cock was free of her hole, he still wanted to be inside of it. So he stuffed three fingers inside and felt around her rectum. “Fuck, it’s even hot to finger it. No wonder everyones so obsessed with doing everything under the sun to it.” His cock pulsed, but he ignored it. “Hurry up.”
Yolu sighed, and grabbed Irelia’s head. He began to use her like a toy, hammering her head up and down his shaft. Thankfully it wasn’t big enough to make her gag, but it was humiliating. Adding to the humiliation was a rising laughter coming from the two men watching everything.
Yolu came quickly after hastening his efforts. Irelia managed to swallow most of it down without too much trouble, but some still spilled from her nose, which she quickly wiped up once she was freed. Strangely, she didn’t want to show herself struggling with these men.
Irelia pulled away, slumping back to her knees and turning around to face Salvan. His cock was hard and eager to be milked. She’d already tasted her ass before, so she wouldn’t give him a show of it. She simply swallowed up his cock and started rapidly bobbing her head. Her goal was simple, and seemed to be working.
“Ah, shit, slow down!” Salvan attempted to push her head off of his cock, but she’d already wrapped her arms around his waist. He groaned as she deepthroated him with ease, shoving his cock down her gullet without even a gag.
She hoped her immense struggle wasn’t apparent. Though she’d experienced this for most of the day, she still wasn’t experienced enough to actually swallow a cock with ease. And Salvan’s wasn’t anything to scoff at. But she held her coughs, and forced herself to swallow around his cock. The bitter taste of her ass was nothing new to her, she just wanted him to cum.
The other men laughed at Salvan’s peril. In moments, the old man was brought to orgasm, cursing alone the way. But he resigned himself, holding Irelia’s head in place as he forced her to swallow every last drop. Once he pulled away from her, he pushed her onto her stomach and mounted her ass.
Though he wanted to fuck her again, he wouldn’t be hard immediately, so he settled for fingering her ass. It was rough, and he quickly shoved some fingers of his other hand in and began prying her hole open wider. Irelia didn’t give any reaction, even as she was stretched further than she had been before.
“Alright, Salvan, that’s enough. Your turn is up, don’t ruin her ass for the rest of us you sick fuck.” Geln stood and Salvan did as well.
“Cunt didn’t let me finish the way I wanted. She’s already used to tasting her own ass too. Too used up to be my slave, after all.” Salvan huffed as he found his way to a chair.
“As if she’d ever really be your slave.” Thalou stood as well. “Geln, I recall you already had your turn in the shower.”
“So what, she has two good holes and I haven’t used her mouth yet.”
Thalou shrugged, “whatever.” He made sure to step in front of Geln and reach her head first, though. He lifted her up by her hair, making her wince. The first sign that she wasn’t enjoying this. He smiled and slapped her across the face. “Been wanting to do that ever since you first disagreed with me. Fuck, that’s quite the morale boost.” He tugged her up by her hair again and slapped her again, at least he would have, if she hadn’t caught his hand.
Thalou hesitated, and let go of her. Scoffing and moving behind her to use her ass. Geln said nothing about the small exchange, and gestured for Irelia to raise her head up, which she did. Irelia was below him, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew how easily she could have killed them all. So he simply remained quiet and undid his trousers.
Thalou was content to release his frustration on her ass, roughly drilling himself into her and spanking her the whole way. Soon her ass was freshly red and welted. But she didn’t stop him, not this time.
Geln wasn’t gentle with her face either. He hilted himself into her throat with each thrust, roughly using her head like a toy. She didn’t complain, nor did she gag. It annoyed him, but just pushed him to try harder to break her.
But the truth of the situation was that there was nothing these men could physically do to Irelia – and get away with – that none of the soldiers hadn’t done better. These were old, unfit men and their only proficiency was in their words. They hurt Irelia the most, far more than the way they choked her with their cocks or spanked her ass. And once they ran out of words, Irelia was bored and waiting for them to finish.
Geln and Thalou finished at nearly the same time. And they filled her up from both ends. Some of Geln’s seed came spilling from Irelia’s nose, but she still didn’t cough or choke. Once Thalou pulled out, Irelia made quick work of pushing his seed out of her body. Unlike her soldiers’ seed, Thalou’s felt rather disgusting to her. She was unceremonious in the way she pushed it all out and let it pool on the floor of the war room. She wasn’t cleaning it up, and she had half the mind to force Thalou to eat it. Instead, she simply stood.
Though it was over, she didn’t speak. She felt disgusting, filthy, far more so than she had even after the massive gangbang during break time. One of the advisors gestured for her to leave. They were all tired, worn out from the fucking. Maybe they’d all have heart attacks. It was a nice thought.
Wordlessly, Irelia left the war tent. She was in need of another shower.
—--
After another, more brisk shower, Irelia was relieved to see the sun had set. She made her way back to her tent, putting the horrible experience with her advisors behind her, and looked back with pride at the way she sacrificed herself for her troops’ morale. Even if it had caused some pain or discomfort, she had done well. And she had earned her rest. However, that didn’t mean she would be willing to fuck some more, had she missed a soldier or two. She was too tired for that, genuinely. And to make sure she got to her tent safely, she kept low and stuck to the shadows as she made her way back. This was the one downside to having your tent in roughly the same area as your soldiers, it was hard to avoid them. But she managed it, somehow, and promptly collapsed face down onto her cot. She couldn’t help but be a bit conscious of just how much her ass jiggled when she landed. It made her chuckle.
—--
Sleep came quickly for Irelia. Almost as soon as she landed in her cot did she fall asleep, but that sleep was soon disturbed. It began in her dream, where she was transported to some kind of boat, which was rocking back and forth in the waves. The waves only grew in scale and speed, and she was soon rocking so hard she fell from the boat.
Irelia woke up with a flinch. She was still on her stomach and in her cot, but she was also still rocking.
“Man, you woke her up!” She heard a voice whisper.
Irelia turned her head and found a small group of soldiers huddled around her. “What’s going on here?” She asked, still groggy.
“Uh, well, you said that the morale relief plan you had was only going to last one day, and we hadn’t had our chance, so we figured this was our only opportunity.” One of the men said.
Irelia sighed into her pillow. She could have sworn she had only said that her goal was to have everyone satisfied by the end of the day, and not that it was a hard deadline. But her memory of the previous day was a blur. She didn’t even lift herself out of bed. Instead, she pushed her ass back against the man inside of her.
“Fine, that’s okay. Just don’t be too loud, I’m trying to sleep.”
The men shared a sigh of relief, and the one in her ass went back to fucking her. One man approached her head.
“Um, well, I was actually hoping to use her mouth.”
Irelia lifted her head up again, blowing some loose bangs out of her face. She grabbed her pillow and tossed it onto a chair that wasn’t being used. “Fine, go ahead,” she conceded.
The man quickly sat on her cot, where her head had been, and slipped his cock into her mouth. With how groggy she was, it was easy to make Irelia gag, and she was soon choking and coughing like she had been earlier in the day. It clearly made the men happy. And the one in her mouth seemed determined to be rough. He fucked her face like the advisors had, simply using it like a toy. The major difference was that his cock was much larger, and made her struggle and gag pathetically. He didn’t know this, but Irelia was actually forcing herself to gag a bit harder than she normally would because she knew he was enjoying it.
After the man in her ass finished up, two more pounced on her. A short argument broke out between the two but they eventually decided to go at the same time. They had witnessed her take three cocks in her ass at once, what was the harm in just two? Irelia didn’t complain when they pushed inside of her together, she was too focused on choking on this man’s dick. Her retching and choking was so violent that she could barely get any amount of air in her lungs. Every drop of air felt like the last she may get, and the soldier wasn’t relenting. Would this be the time she finally passed out around someone’s dick?
The cot shook and whined but somehow kept together. While it had been designed for a single person, it could somehow manage the weight of four. Irelia had no time to worry about the cot’s survival, in fact she was losing the ability to worry about much at all. Her mind was fogging up, as was her vision. Even still, the man using her mouth didn’t stop. Maybe he was blind to her plight, or he enjoyed it. Either way, Irelia didn’t struggle. She was a good girl.
Oblivious to Irelia’s fading consciousness, the soldier continued to use her mouth. It felt like absolute bliss, and he wasn’t in a state to make any reasonable thought. His pubes were entirely matted down by her slop and spit, and his balls were soaked.
Irelia could only make out a weak gurgle as her vision finally went black.
—--
Once Irelia woke up, the men were still at it. She turned her head to see that it was still dark outside, and then her head was snatched up and her lips found their way around a cock. Instead of dick, her ass seemed to be filled with fingers. Many fingers, actually, as several soldiers toyed with her ass as they decided who would be going next. The original group had left, each of them satisfied. They had notified other men who hadn’t had their chance with her that she was still up for grabs.
Her throat was treated much the same as before, except this cock had clearly been in her ass. This was made clear by both the bitter taste and how quickly the man had finished inside of her. Her reprieve was short lived, as another dick filled her throat almost immediately.
Once the men decided on who went first with her ass, it was promptly filled. They were kind enough not to spank her, but she was still groped freely. And not a single one of them cared to use her pussy. But Irelia was used to it by now. Perhaps her ass had grown numb, or she was learning to enjoy it.
One by one, the men took turns in her ass, and all the while Irelia found herself losing consciousness once again.
—--
It seemed Irelia had slept through the night after the last time she passed out. For when she awoke next, the sun was peeking through the tent. And yet, she was still being used. Her lips were sore, and her throat was raw, as was her ass. But she didn’t complain. The men were clearly happy. She turned her head to face them, and they looked a bit worried when they realized she was awake.
There was no way to tell who had or hadn’t had their way with her by this point. But it was clear that these men were having the time of their lives. And that made everything worth it.
Irelia laid her head back down and found that her pillow had been placed back under her head. How kind of them. The more she thought about it, the less she saw a problem with another day of this. Or two days, even. As long as her troops were happy. And she would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it now, at least a little bit.
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Title: (Commission) Ionian Care
Chapter title: Ionian-Care
Story Description:
After a decisive victory, Irelia decides to visit the infirmary to reward her soldiers in the simplest and most effective way she can think of.
Games: League of Legends
Story Content:
When Irelia entered the great infirmary tent that sat at the rear of the camp, she had one goal in mind. This tent was currently filled with men who had been willing to give everything for Ionia, and she would reward them in return for their efforts. It was the least she could do, and she was in a particularly good mood after a much-needed victory. That and it had been so long since she had had her own relief, and this was the best excuse she could find in her current situation.
None of the soldiers were terribly injured; the first one she approached had minor blunt-force trauma to the head. His forehead was bandaged and his head was surely pounding, but otherwise he was okay. He was in the infirmary for a night to test for a concussion. But as Irelia approached he seemed to come to life. His eyes lit up and he smiled at her and attempted to sit up straighter in his cot. Irelia calmed him with a hand and sat near his hip.
“Irelia, to what do I owe the honor?”
Irelia placed a gentle hand on his uncovered chest, “no need for formalities right now.” She was going to continue, but realized his eyes had wandered. It seemed he finally noticed her outfit.
Irelia wasn’t wearing her normal Navori warrior garb. No, she was wearing something far more revealing and suggestive. It didn’t fit her repertoire at all and the soldier visibly paused in shock to take it in.
She was wearing a thin, nearly see-through pink top that flowed like silk around her shoulders and down over her chest. The soldier realized that it was the only thing covering her chest and he could easily make out her hard nipples under the fabric. His eyes only made it down to her uncovered, firm stomach before he caught himself.
“I-I, what’s going on?” He asked.
Other soldiers were looking now, most of them gawking at Irelia’s clothing. And so she spoke to the whole group.
“I’ll speak plainly. Each and every one of you fought bravely and were instrumental in our success today. You require ample reward, and in this case I believe a badge isn’t enough. So,” she reached down and grabbed the soldier’s hand, guiding it to her meaty thighs. They weren’t covered at all, the only garment she wore was a thin, airy thong made of the same light fabric as her top. She slid his hand between her legs as she continued, “I believe I would be a fitting reward.” All eyes were on her now and not a man spoke. Her men weren’t stupid, they knew what she meant. “Anything you want. All day.”
Naturally it was the soldier she was sitting with that made the first move. Instead of taking her invitation to play with her pussy, he snaked his hand upward and cupped her breast. He gave it a good squeeze, meaty and soft, unbecoming of a warrior like her. Her ass was like this was well. She was a wonder, to be sure.
Irelia lifted her top and the man sat up further, his aching head forgotten. Her tits were heavy and her nipples hard and full. This weight brought a promise with it. One that the man wished desperately to be true. His lips found the nearest one and he sucked while groping the other. Irelia gasped at the feeling and placed her hand in his hair, but her other was quickly taken and wrapped around a cock.
The nameless soldier used her hand to pump himself but she was eager to take over for him. Another fell to his knees in front of her and parted her legs. She was already soaking wet, making the faint fabric dark and damp. It was brushed to the side and the man began to make out with her pink nether lips.
Irelia felt it coming before the man sucking her breast did, but he didn’t pull away when the milk began spraying into his mouth. He did have some reaction; he gasped and then groaned and pressed his head tighter against her breath and sucked harder. Her tit contorted around his face, encasing his nose and cheeks around their fat.
This was exactly what that man wanted, what the surprising weight of her breasts implied, and the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. The milk sucked directly from Irelia Xan’s breast. His commander’s breast. The most beautiful and powerful woman he had ever seen. This was a dream come true.
Irelia squeezed the man’s head and placed her own atop his. She pulled back a strand of hair and whispered into his ear. “You can have all of my milk if you’d like .You earned it. Then you can take my body and do what you want to it.”
Her hand was freed and head forcibly turned to the side and her mouth was invaded. She grunted and began bobbing her head eagerly around the shaft in her mouth. Some faceless soldier moaned in response and that made her work harder. He whispered her name and ran a hand through her blue curtain of hair. Her free hand slipped down and pressed the other soldier’s head further into her pussy. Her thighs spread wide and the man eagerly devoured her cunt. Her velvet walls enveloped his tongue and her juices were like honey to him. He felt so thirsty.
Once the man in her mouth came – in a surprisingly gentle manner – she was pushed backwards atop the cot. The man who had been sucking her breast finally pulled away and mounted her chest. He moved to press her tits together with his hands but Irelia was quicker than him. She mashed her breasts together around his member and pursed her lips. A thick strand of spit began to flow out and the man took the invitation and collected it with his hand. He spread the slick fluid around his cock and Irelia’s breasts and finally began to fuck her tits.
One by one these men were finished off. Two in her mouth, one between her tits and two with her hands. But their reward lasted all night, and there were many more men eager to take their turns.
Irelia was raised to her feet. She hadn’t been able to reach her orgasm yet, but the man eating her pussy was forced to pull away for a time. He made his annoyance known but decided to rise to his feet and take care of himself instead.
Finally her ass was within reach. Someone stepped up behind her and pressed his member between her cheeks. He made a conscious effort to avoid threatening to penetrate her because he didn’t quite know just how far she actually intended to go. Right now he was satisfied with being able to fuck her fat ass cheeks. It was already something he wouldn’t have imagined doing in a million years.
The man who had been eating her pussy followed the other’s lead and planted his cock between her thighs. He grinded his member against her soaked pussy lips but didn’t penetrate. Another two men began fucking Irelia’s hands.
“I- I appreciate the care, but,” Irelia’s voice was fluctuating in response to the constant thrusting, “I said anything. Don’t be afraid to fuck my pussy… or even my ass.”
It was like a switch went off in everyone’s head. The atmosphere in the room changed from patient, careful lust to something else. The first and most apparent sign of change was when the man in front of her repositioned himself and pushed into her pussy. Irelia gasped and in a rush pressed her lips forward and met the soldier’s. He kissed her back and their tongues came together.
The man behind her was more cautious. After all, it was her ass that he was threatening. He didn’t know if she had any experience back there, but she seemed comfortable. Her ass was a thing to behold and everyone here knew it. After what she said he doubted anyone would take it easy on her fat behind, but he wasn’t too eager to be the first to ravage her. So he took it slow.
Irelia knew it was coming. She felt his glans press against her unprepared pucker. Gaining purchase like this wouldn’t have been possible, but she didn’t want to dissuade him. Instead she pulled away from the kiss and freed her hand from one of the cocks. She hovered her hand under her lips and spat into it before reaching back and between the man’s glans and her asshole. She rubbed the spit into her pucker and the man behind her followed her lead. He slathered his cock in his own spit and when Irelia moved her hand away he pressed back against her.
It was hard to focus on such things when being fucked for the first time in years, but Irelia was a good leader and, at the current moment, a good caretaker. She kissed the man in front of her again and gyrated her hips in time with his thrusts.
“I can’t get pregnant right now, but I want you to pound me like I can. Claim me, make me yours. Fill my womb with your seed. You deserve it.” She whispered into his ear.
These words provided ample motivation and the man thrust harder. He had every desire to lift her up and take her to his cot and pound her until he was completely spent, but he couldn’t do that. Or could he? At the very least he could try.
There were a few grunts of annoyance and that man behind her had never actually managed to get into her ass, but knowing that they had over twelve hours to satisfy themselves made them more compliant. They stood back and watched as the soldier carried her straight to his cot and mounted her. She laughed and cooed the whole way and when she landed on the cot her hair fell around her head like a pool.
The man had only exited her pussy for a moment, and he stuffed himself back inside of her as soon as he climbed atop her. Her legs were spread, knees bent and her calves dangled from the sides of the cot and spasmed in time with his thrusts. He was far more aggressive with it now. Her words had spurred something in him and he wasn’t going to stop until he came. Irelia clung to him, her hands gripping his back, nails digging lightly into his skin.
It didn’t take long for him to cum, but lasting long wasn’t the point. It was the moment, the intensity that made everything what it was for both of them. When he pulled out of her, Irelia simply lay limp, moaning hazily as cum and honey leaked from her pussy. Another man climbed atop her and got to work, much to Irelia’s joy.
“Better than any of the medicine here.” the man said as he came down from his orgasm. He sat in someone else’s cot, as his was clearly taken.
“I-I hope, mmph, that isn’t true, but I appre- fuck! Appreciate it…” Irelia couldn’t speak at the moment, not when the soldier atop her was drilling into her as hard as he was.
Her body shook and her tits bounced with each impact. The man’s balls slapped almost painfully hard against her fat, flattened ass cheeks. He was breathless and so was she. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. They clung to the man’s arms, then rose to his shoulders, around his neck, into his hair, then fell back onto the cot as she came again.
A man walked up and draped his dick across her cheek. She turned her head and opened her mouth and he stuffed himself inside. His aggression made her cough and she gagged once he hit the back of her throat. Only, unlike the previous man, he wasn’t going to stop there. As if the man pounding into her cunt wasn’t enough, this one was fully intent on stuffing every last inch of his cock down her throat and he made this readily apparent.
Glurck.
The sound wasn’t intentional. It was a natural reaction. Irelia wasn’t familiar with deepthroating – obviously – and such a sensation was foreign and intense. She coughed again, and the man moaned. At first she had wanted to stop but after another wet gurgle escaped her lips and he moaned again she realized it must have been pleasurable. The man bucked harder and in response Irelia forced another gag. She felt her esophagus spasm around the man’s member and realized that this was what made it feel so good.
They both continued like this. The man would thrust and Irelia would force herself to choke and gag even harder than normal. It didn’t take long for drool to begin spilling from between her lips and covering her face and everything else it could reach. The soldier positioned himself with one foot on the cot next to her head. He lowered himself into her mouth and could easily fit every last inch into her convulsing throat.
Finally she felt the dick in her cunt erupt and her insides were filled yet again. She tried to moan but all that escaped was a wet, violent glaack and a spray of slop and spit. Her vision was getting fuzzy and darkness threatened the edges of her vision. But every time she would worry that she was getting too close to passing out, the dick in her throat would pull out for a few seconds and allow her to breathe.
When the man in her throat did finally reach orgasm, he hilted himself in her gullet and relished her panicked retches and convulsions. One man had mounted her chest and held her arms down while fucking her tits. She couldn’t do anything but endure and swallow. Swallow and swallow until that turgid dick finally stopped spilling its seed. She only just managed to make it out conscious. All the while that man on her chest came. He hadn’t lasted long at all.
The man pulled himself free, thick strands of spit and cum bridging the distance between his groin and her lips. She sputtered and coughed and gasped violently for air. When she managed to calm down and she wiped her eyes, she looked up at the men. Some were worried, others eager for their turn. After gathering herself she smiled at them.
“That’s the kind of reward I had in mind. For each of you. Each and every one.”
—--
After this was when their inhibitions were truly thrown to the side, and Irelia was all the happier for it. They began by shoving her to the ground and taking turns fucking her doggystyle.Every man stuffed themselves into her pussy and pounded away at her. That fear of pregnancy had been abated more publicly now. This naturally involved nearly every man finishing inside of her.
Irelia’s lust only seemed to grow with each creampie. Every time one man would pull out and rest, she would call another forward and tell them to take everything out on her, all of their pent up stress and aggression. While they fucked her she would encourage them and tell them just how good they were making her feel.
At one point, Irelia was stuffed with two cocks at once. She cried out and gushed around them immediately. The intense fullness made her juices squirt out more violently than usual, and some men used their hands to collect it and drink it up. Others would splash Irelia with it, coating her in her own lewd and dirty juices. Her knees gave out and as one man pulled out, another shoved himself inside.
They pawed and groped at her ass, though through it all none had even touched her butthole. Why did they still have inhibitions? Had she not made everything clear enough by now? When her pussy was vacant again she turned around before someone could enter her.
“Men, I said anything. Anything you want at all. I’m no fool; I know most of you like staring at my ass. I’ve noticed it in the past. And with the way most of you grope it, yet so carefully avoid my asshole makes me think you’re still afraid of hurting me.” She looked about the men, her annoyance apparent on her face. “I said anything and now I’m saying no one is leaving this infirmary until you do everything you want to me. Don’t be afraid of my ass, embrace your needs and relieve them.”
The men were speechless, surrounding her and stroking their cocks. Some were completely frozen, but their turgid, pulsing cocks told Irelia everything she needed to know. “Now get to it, boys.”
Finally, well and truly, Irelia could feel the atmosphere in the infirmary shift one last time. The men’s postures changed as well. That small fragment of inhibition within each of them had finally disappeared. After a moment of silence and a nearly physical sense of tension, they began to move and Irelia’s heart fluttered.
There was one solid wall in this infirmary and it was technically just a large boulder that the tent was pitched up against, but it would serve aptly as something to flatten Irelia against. Finally it seemed that one soldier was finally ready to stake his claim in her ass. This man dwarfed Irelia. Most men were taller than her, sure, but this man was the largest in the infirmary and was nearly twice Irelia’s size. And he had every intention to flatten Irelia against this boulder.
He started by falling to his knees and getting to know her asshole. Every man wanted to do this, he was sure, but no one got to do it before him. Her cheeks were spread and his face was sandwiched between them. No one could see what he was doing, enveloped by her fat cheeks as he was, but they could clearly hear him sniffing her. She had put on perfume before this, but the constant sex had made her sweaty and her smell was all the more delectable for it. It was raw and heady and the man couldn’t get enough. But there were others waiting, so he turned to devour her asshole instead. Her fatty, gooey ass was kneaded and squeezed and pinched and eventually the man began licking her cheeks themselves. He delved into her valley with his tongue, took one long taste of her asshole, and worked his way across her other cheek. He was claiming her ass as his and she was egging him on the whole time.
By the time he stood, Irelia’s ass was utterly slick with his spit. Her taste was embedded on his tongue, and her scent in his nose. Now, with his hands pinning her to the boulder, he forced himself into her ass. His hips moved eagerly, roughly. There was no buildup, no care, only lust. Irelia was a grunting, mewling mess from the very start. After three thrusts, fluids began to leak from between her legs and splashed onto the floor. A soldier maneuvered himself under her and eagerly drank up her fluids.
The breath was knocked from her when he finally hilted himself inside of her. If she could have spoken she would have encouraged him, but it seemed he needed none of that anyway. She had said anything and he intended to take everything.
Her fat ass clapped against his hips, rippling and ballooning against his skin. His cock hammered itself home repeatedly. Balls deep. All the way back out, then all the way back in. Occasionally he would take a moment to look at her gaping hole before stuffing himself back inside and drilling her.
—--
The debauchery continued through the night. Each act was more depraved than the last. Both of her holes were fucked at once. She was sandwiched, held in the air between two men. The man in front pounded into her pussy. His mouth was wrapped around her nipple, which continued to lactate. Through it all Irelia caressed his head and whispered sweet words of encouragement into his ear.
The man in her ass needed no such things. His hips hammered into her, making her fat meat quake and clap. When he was about to cum he switched holes, roughly forcing himself to fit into her cunt with the other man. This sudden tightness made the other man cum abruptly as well and Irelia was filled to the brim once again. She was still held up by the man in front but the man behind her had let go and now sunk his fingers into her asshole. Fingers from both hands clung to her walls and began to tug. He fell to his knees and looked into her gape; it was hard to see in the dim lighting, but he could make out her glistening insides.
Without further ado he dove tongue-first into her gape. At the behest of one of the soldiers, none of the men had finished inside of her asshole yet. This meant her hole was still perfectly free of cum and tasted of nothing but Irelia.
Irelia was suddenly dropped. The man holding her up had lost his strength for a time, his adrenaline waning. His commander fell to her hands and knees with a lusty, hazy giggle. With her cunt vacant and gaping, she began to push out the copious amounts of cum onto the ground. She was left strangely bare as she did this. None of the soldiers were touching her or fondling her in any way. Through hazy eyes she looked and realized that they were all gathering behind her. Some were chuckling, others simply masturbating, but one was carrying something towards her.
“This really what you made us ruin our orgasms for?”
The man went ignored. Irelia attempted to pay close attention to what was happening but this proved difficult. Her mind was too foggy and her limbs took too much effort to keep upright. Only once she felt a strange, cool little nozzle enter her butt did she speak up.
“Is that an…”
“Enema kit, yeah. Just water. My idea, you said anything.”
“I know I did. Just surprised. You already pounded my ass a dozen times, what good is it now?”
The man chuckled but otherwise gave no response. Irelia giggled as well, “just gonna show me then?” She looked around at the crowd. “Well come on, I have other holes you know. I’m not done rewarding you yet,” her last words came out as a moan.
Some of the soldiers were eager to oblige her. One set himself up in front of her, grabbing her head and moaning as she eagerly gobbled up his cock. Another was content with fingering her pussy.
“The bitch is insatiable.”
Irelia’s only response was a clenching of her pussy and whorish gurgle as she stuffed the man’s cock down her throat. She then let out a surprised response when cool liquid began to spray into her asshole. She could feel it traveling through her, filling her up as the man squeezed the bag. It was a surprise that her ass could remain tight enough to envelop the nozzle.
Irelia was filled slowly. She could feel her insides begin to distend and she wanted to ask if this volume of water was normal, but she already suspected it wasn’t. Her lower abdomen distended and it felt almost more intense than getting fucked in the ass.
When the bag connected to the kit was empty, the man tossed it away and quickly stuffed three fingers into her ass to keep the water inside. He gave a few rapid pumps, making her hole squick and little drops of water spill out. His fingers would remain there for a while. He had no intention of letting that water out until it was soaked in her flavors.
And so with little else to do, he stuffed his cock into her pussy, forcing the man who had been fingering it to pull away. He could feel her distended rectum from here, and it applied more pressure against the top of his shaft, making her hole even tighter. He stuffed a finger inside with his cock and pressed against the bulge, making Irelia quiver and moan. She grunted in sudden discomfort. The longer the fluid stayed inside of her the more uncomfortable she became, and now with this man toying with her stuffed insides she thought she was going to explode.
Her asshole distended around the man’s fingers as her body worked to dislodge the copious fluids. The man held his hand firm though, and even managed to stuff a fourth finger inside. They flicked about becoming soaked in the fluids and stuffing Irelia further.
“Just a little longer, please.” The man’s voice was nearly a whisper, hypnotized by the woman’s asshole.
“I’m, I’m trying,” Irelia grunted. She had pulled away from the cock in her mouth to respond.
Irelia was overwhelmed at this point. She had thought she’d be prepared for anything, but this caught her off guard. What was this man planning to do with this? Her enema water? Why did he care about it? A sudden and unexpectedly painful orgasm tore her from her thoughts. Her pussy quivered and convulsed but the overstuffed walls of her bowels made her convulsions more painful than anything.
“Okay, that’s long enough!” Irelia’s upper half had collapsed and her voice was strained. Her asshole distended and clenched up repeatedly, trying desperately to get the liquid out.
“Fine,” the man grunted and pulled out of her. He hadn’t come, but that wasn’t the point. He lowered himself down, caressing her massive ass with one hand and planting kisses on her cheek and crack as he went.
When she felt his lips find her asshole, still wrapped around his fingers, Irelia understood exactly what was going on. The man began pulling his fingers free. He was careful about it, not wanting to spill any. Irelia wasn’t in the position to stop herself from evacuating the water by this point, and as soon as the man’s fingers vacated her ass, she began to spray.
Wet sounds accompanied the violent surge of water. Her asshole contracted and shut before spilling out another load. The man’s face was completely engulfed in it, but he managed to wrap his lips around her asshole occasionally to get a full, unhindered mouthful.
The flavor was almost exactly what he hoped. The water added nothing to it which meant that what he tasted was exactly what her insides tasted like. Her bowels, her rectum, her ass. The man audibly swallowed and choked on the torrent. He groaned in pleasure, hard cock flexing as it too was coated in her enema water. He could smell it too, the delicious smell of her ass. It was everything he wanted, his absolute wildest fantasy given form. This was the greatest form of healing and greatest form of reward. Nothing could compare.
As Irelia’s abdomen returned to its normal shape, the strength of her pushes weakened. He slurped on her hole, helping her push the rest out by sucking on it. When hardly anything came out anymore, he pulled away and delivered a harsh, echoing slap to her ass. Irelia squealed and sprayed the rest of the water out in a sloppy little torrent. Most of it simply spilled on the ground, but some landed on the man behind her and other soldiers leaned down to take curious taste tests. When all was gone and only the tiniest drops of water fell from her butthole, the men realized that they could finally fill her ass like they had her cunt.
Irelia was pounced on. Several men at once attempted to stuff themselves into her ass. She was repeatedly drilled without remorse. Her bowels constantly reshaped to fit around each cock. She was lifted into the air, taken on the ground, pinned to the wall, flipped upside down. Anything and everything. That was when she realized what time it was. The sun was peeking up over the horizon.
But this didn’t mean her cunt was ignored. Her ass may have been favored, but there were plenty of men more than happy to use her cunt instead. They didn’t stop until she was stuffed with five cocks at once, spread between both of her holes. Another man mounted her chest and two at each hand. One more man worked his way into her mouth and when there were no more holes to fill, the last of the soldiers took turns or used her hair or feet. They grew more desperate as time went on. Nothing was off limits. The sun slowly began to peek over the horizon and that only drove them further into depravity. They would squeeze everything they could out of Irelia until the very last second.
Her mind was practically gone, flooded with pleasure and thrown into what had devolved into a fever dream, but she began to consider an extension. Surely another day wouldn’t hurt, would it?
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Title: (Commission) No Essence Brothel
Chapter title: No-Essence-Brothel
Story Description:
After journeying to Weh'le, Ahri is in desperate need of a place to stay. The inn is full, and her only chance is a brothel at the end of town. She sees it as an opportunity to steal some essence, satiate her hunger, and sleep without actually giving her body away. Only, she has to wear a collar, and this collar...well it really just ruins everything.
Games : League of LegendsNLRS
Story Content:
Ahri’s goal had been to end her wearisome journey with a comfortable bed. This, however, was proving far more difficult than she had planned. She knew of the tales that surrounded the hidden port town of Weh’le. To an extent, these tales had made her expect the place to be rather barren. At least in terms of tourists. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case. The inn was full. The inn was full and there was no one kind enough to offer her a place in their home. Not even for a single night. This town was strange, and she was a stranger.
She walked the streets for a time, feet long-since sore from the journey she took to get there, before she found an opportunity. There was a building, situated in the back end of the town, in what appeared to be the poorer district. It looked almost like an inn, but Ahri knew what it really was. It wasn’t an opportunity she wanted to take but it was the only one available to her. She approached the brothel and pushed inside.
The smell of the saltwater began to fade and was replaced by perfumes and incense. Fruity and earthy, an imbalanced mixture. The inside was almost foggy. Candles and incense burners sat at every table, as if to battle the smells of the outside world. Only, in doing so, the new smells were overwhelming in their own right. A headache was already brewing. Ahri scrunched her nose and moved for the counter.
The man awaiting her was just as sleazy as she imagined. He raised his head and stared down at her, sizing her up.
“Do you have a room I could sleep in?”
“A room to sleep in? Lady, this is a brothel.”
“Yes, but the inn is full and no one seems kind enough to give a poor, lost girl a place to stay.”
The man scoffed, “you’re Vastayan?” He looked from her fluffy ears to her golden eyes. “Don’t get many of those around here.”
Ahri nodded. She knew where this was going and she had known before she even entered. It was an opportunity but it would come at a cost. Although, she wasn’t the one who was going to pay.
“Well, I can’t just offer you a room for free.”
“I know.” Ahri reached into her pouch and began fishing around.
“We’re a brothel. You can’t pay to sleep here.”
Ahri stopped and looked at him. “Then what do I have to do?”
“What’s your name?”
“Ahri.”
“Well, Ahri. As I said: Vastayans are rare. I’m sure you know you’re beautiful. Certainly the most beautiful woman currently residing in Weh’le. Rare and gorgeous. Put those things together and you’d be a guaranteed success here.”
Ahri continued playing the fool. “What are you saying?”
“You can sleep here for the night, but you have to work for us until midnight.”
“Work for you? Do you mean…”
“You’d be servicing patrons as every other woman or man, except me, does here.”
It was nearly evening. Ahri curled her lip as if considering it. “Well, I suppose it’s my only option. Would I be able to do it in my own room? Not out here, in public.”
“Sure.”
“And it saves me coin… Fine, as long as it’s only until midnight.”
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Unfortunately for the man, she was willing to lie to him. Or withhold the full truth, at least. The truth of who, and what, she was. There was going to be no ‘servicing’ of clients that night. Ahri was eager to take this offer because, not only did it offer her a bed, but it offered her food as well. Life essence. These ‘patrons’ who were eager to take advantage of women who were in need of money, no one would really miss them.
“I’ll take you to your room then, right this way.”
Ahri followed behind the man. He led her upstairs, along the indoor balcony, to the furthest door from the stairs.
“This’ll give you the most privacy.”
“Thanks.”
The man nodded and pulled the ring of keys from his belt and unlocked the door. Then he stood to the side and gestured for her to enter.
Ahri stepped inside and found the room to be surprisingly rich in appearance. The floor was still that same low-quality wood. The planks were cracked or splintered in places, but everything else stood in contrast to that. The canopy bed was large, maybe a king size or potentially larger. A veritable mountain of pillows sat at the head of the bed. The shapes were varied, likely to accommodate a plethora of positions. Thin, aqua curtains draped over the canopy, parting in the middle of each side to reveal the empty bed. The blanket was thick and soft. Ahri ran her hand over the fabric.
“This is the suite, by the way. Figured someone like you warranted it.”
“Thanks.” Ahri did deserve the suite.
Across from the bed was an equally rich couch. Thick and large enough to hold a group of people comfortably. The walls were lined with provocative artworks. There was a set of double doors that led to a balcony. She opened them to air out the incense, but found herself momentarily captured by the view. Apparently this brothel was situated at the edge of a cliff face. How hadn’t she noticed that? The ocean below was bathed in bright orange hues. The looming sun nearly touched the horizon.
“Oh, before I let you go… we don’t have many rules here. Just do whatever you’re told as long as it doesn’t threaten your life. Don’t assault the patrons. No biting, unless requested, yada yada. And lastly, gotta put this on ya.” The man withdrew a collar.
Ahri squinted at it, then back at the man.
“It’s just something our women wear. Sort of a staple.”
There was something off about the collar. Ahri could sense it, but only faintly. It wasn’t just an ordinary collar. But she couldn’t say no. She lifted her head, ignoring the panic she felt in its presence. It didn’t feel right. It clasped around her neck with a sharp click, and she immediately began fingering it.
“Just until midnight. It’s on a timer.”
“A collar that’s on a timer?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never heard of something like that.”
“Plenty of things like that here in Weh’le, as I’m sure you’ve heard. Magic is dangerous, and those collars are here to ward such things off. Wouldn’t want to put our patrons, or our ladies, in danger.”
Ahri’s stomach dropped. “Anti-magic?”
“Yep. You’re welcome.” The man headed towards the door. He stopped, giving Ahri one more inspection. “Wish I had the time to get to know you tonight. There’s a basin there,” he gestured towards the corner of the room. “You’ll have twenty minutes to wash before each set of patrons.”
“Set?”
“Not always a set, but sometimes. Have a good rest.”
“Wait, how many am I getting tonight?”
“I don’t know. Have a good rest,” he repeated.
The door was closed and Ahri was left alone. She immediately raised her hand and attempted to conjure foxfire, an orb, essence, anything. Nothing came. Next, she began fiddling with the collar. First, her approach was measured. She ran her finger around it, trying to find that latch at the back, or anything else. The metal was perfectly smooth. There were no indentations, no slits, nothing that would have signaled a latch. It was as if it were sealed around her neck. Her fingers grew more panicked, tugging and yanking. She attempted to pull the collar apart. She twisted her neck and pulled so hard that she nearly choked herself.
The panic continued to grow. She tumbled onto the bed, grunting and mewling as she wrestled with the damnable collar. Only once she heard footsteps did she finally stop thrashing about. She listened, ears perked and twitching. They were growing closer, but the rhythm indicated only a single person. But she wasn’t ready. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.
There was no knock. No word of warning. The man simply stepped inside as if he owned the place. Ahri sat up, curling her legs to her side and resting on her arms. His eyes fell to her immediately, sitting in the center of the bed, framed by the aqua curtains. Her eyes were wide, hair slightly unkempt.
The man eyed her top to bottom and bit his lip. “So you’re the Vastayan treat…” he nodded and smirked, “even better than I imagined.”
This pig. He was sizing her up like a piece of meat. He would have been perfect to drain. She stared into his eyes and hummed – refusing to give up hope – before scooting to the end of the bed and outstretching her hand.
“That’s right… and you’re lucky number one.”
“Always am…” the man was already undoing his belt. He let it fall to the floor and unbuttoned his trousers.
Ahri flicked her legs playfully and stared into his eyes. “Aww, I thought I was special…”
The man scoffed. “Oh, you’re special alright. Look at those eyes…”
Yes, stare into them.
“That onyx hair. Those fluffy ears. Those pink, plump lips.” He cupped her jaw in his hand and turned her head.
No. Her expression grew worried for the briefest of moments. She looked back up at him, trying to lock eyes again. His eyes had fallen to her body and her clothing. She wore a dress of white and red. It was reinforced with leather straps along her abdomen, before forming a silkier corset that cupped her breasts. She had leather straps around her forearms, of the same color, as well as knee-high boots. She didn’t dress like a whore, or nobility, or anything like that. She dressed almost like a warrior of sorts. Almost a battle dress, though it hardly reached past her thighs.
Her thighs. His eyes fell to them. They were juicy, but firm and taut enough to show that she wasn’t just some Vastayan beauty. He wasn’t scared off by this. Quite the opposite, he found that this only added to her allure.
“Just who are you, Ahri?”
These were the kinds of questions she needed to avoid. And so she gave the easiest answer she could. “Tonight, I’m simply yours.” Even if the words burned her tongue, it was the safest possible answer.
He smiled at that, looked into her eyes again, and was free to look away whenever he wanted. The collar was working. She wasn’t going to drain them. She wasn’t going to feed on essence. She was going to be fucked and there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she just up and left, the collar was stuck on her until midnight and it would have been considered stealing if she left with it on. Her heart rate rose but she smiled up at him. This time, the facade wasn’t bought.
“Something wrong?”
The silk in her voice waned, “hm? No, nothing’s wrong… dear.” Shit. She was dropping it.
The man finished unzipping his pants and, as they fell to the floor, his erect cock nearly slapped her in the face. She mewled and reared backward. Her eyes were wide and almost fearful. She glanced up at him, saw the intent in his eyes, and attempted to crawl backwards. He laughed and followed, climbing onto the bed.
“You don’t seem to want to be mine, Ahri. You’re a little mystery, aren’t you?” He moved quicker, grabbing her wrists and pinning her under him. He eyed her and his breathing grew heavier. He leaned down and nibbled on her neck. “But you’re mine. You made the agreement, now I get to have my fun. Tell me, what changed?”
Ahri whimpered and made a little wriggle. This only got a chuckle out of the man. He let go of her arms and pushed her dress up. When his hands found her panties, she attempted to wrestle again. She grabbed his wrists and tried to pry them away from her, but in doing so only helped him remove her panties.
“Fuck.” she muttered.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t been quiet enough. The man snickered again and assured her that ‘he would.’ She was disgusted and the look she gave him made this clear.
“Why the sudden shift?” He pushed up and over her body. He hadn’t even taken the time to look at her pussy. Instead he stared into her eyes as he entered her. He gave a little groan. “Didn’t you say you were mine?”
Ahri turned her head, scowling.
“It’s the collar, isn’t it? You were planning on doing something to me, but the collar saved me. I’m not an idiot. Your eyes are beautiful, hypnotic even, but not enough to charm me.” He bucked his hips, slipping deeper into her warmth. He moaned as she enveloped him further. Her pussy milked him, rhythmically contracting around his member. She was already growing wet.
The man’s dick was thick and it felt fantastic inside of her, but Ahri didn’t want it. She wasn’t some whore, to be used by this lowly scum. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. She glanced up at him. It was like he was reading her mind. How did he know what she had been planning? She shouldn’t have given up her facade so easily. It wasn’t like she could have stopped him. This collar was like a signed contract. An agreement made. She couldn’t break her end of the deal.
She let him fuck her. Thinking of it that way made things feel better. She could have killed him. She still had her claws and her teeth. Stopping him would have been effortless. But now she was allowing this man to fuck her. He wasn’t in control because that control was given to him and could have easily been taken away. But Ahri really wanted to sleep in a bed.
“You sell your body often?”
“No.”
“I figured. You’re too tight for a whore.”
“I’m not a whore.”
“Which makes fucking you all the more memorable.” His pumps grew stronger. More of his shaft was forced inside of her at once.
Her vaginal walls expanded around him and it felt wonderful. How long had it been since Ahri actually fucked? Her body told her it had been too long, even if her mind wasn’t in agreement. It was in her nature as a Vastayan to have a high sex drive. This journey had been one of solitude, and so her body was reacting strongly to the stimulation she was given. This was certainly the only reason she moaned.
The man wasn’t lying. She was far too tight to be a whore. She was the tightest cunt he’d fucked in ages. He groaned at the thought. Her pussy was incredible. Velvety, tight as a vice, and wonderfully slick. Hearing her moan made everything more intense. He was annoyed to feel that his climax was already approaching.
“Fuck me, you’re too tight.” He cursed again, under his breath as he orgasmed rapidly.
Ahri had felt pride at his words, but once he came this feeling turned to panic. “Hey! What do you-”
“Collar keeps you from getting pregnant, don’t worry.” The man’s voice was nearly a whisper. He sounded strained, and struggled to remain aloft as his hips spasmed into hers.
She, too, was struggling. Her own orgasm was nearly upon her. The many nights spent without one had made her especially sensitive. Embarrassment was what kept her from embracing it, no matter how badly her body wanted the relief. She wasn’t going to just give it to him like that.
He pulled out of her and sighed. “Shit, your body’s too good.” He paused, catching his breath and staring at the ceiling. Soon, he continued, “let’s try the rest of it.”
“What?”
“What? You thought I’d only have one go? No, you’re to be used until your patrons are satisfied. I’m never satisfied with just one orgasm. Silly little fox.”
Ahri didn’t respond immediately. What was the difference anyway? He lifted her head up with his hand and forced his lips onto hers. If it wasn’t him fucking her, it’d just be someone else. She felt his cum dripping from her cunt as his tongue invaded her mouth.
After a brief kiss, she was rolled onto her stomach. The man climbed out of bed and grabbed her ankles. He pulled her to the edge of the bed until only her upper half was aloft. Her legs dangled to the floor. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to engage in this behavior as little as possible, so she let him take the lead.
The man stared down at her rear. Due to the tugging, her dress had been lifted up and folded over the leather straps. Her ass was fully revealed. Her cheeks were bubbly, held by muscle and fat in equal measure. They contorted around his fingers as he squeezed them. Only when he parted them and teased her asshole did Ahri begin to squirm.
“Hey!”
“What a cute little asshole.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“And what are you going to do about it?” He continued prodding at her backdoor. Her hole was perfectly symmetrical. The hole itself almost appeared bleached, nearly the same shade as her skin, with only a hint of pink in the center. It was as if she were made for sex.
Ahri didn’t respond with words. Instead, she gave a sort of temper tantrum. She hammered the bed with a fist and hissed and shouted in annoyance. Cute little pouty noises. This was obviously only serving to entertain the man, and that annoyed her even more. She mewled when he penetrated her pussy. Maybe he wasn’t actually going to fuck her ass? Hope and relief only lasted a few seconds. Almost as quickly as he entered her pussy did he pull out and begin pressing against her backdoor. He had only used her pussy for lubrication.
“Why can’t you just fuck my pussy!?”
“I want to sample everything you’ve got down here.”
The man stabilized the base of his cock and pressed forward. “Ever been fucked in the ass before? I’ve heard it’s not that bad.”
She didn’t give him an answer. He didn’t deserve an answer. Her hands found the collar again, and she wrestled with it as he forced her sphincter to stretch around him. Her body froze up and she grunted. The initial penetration was always the worst part. It made her breathing hitch. Everything stopped for a moment as she focused on the uncomfortable sensation. Only once his glans popped fully inside was she able to breathe again. She didn’t return to the collar, however, she simply hid her head in her arms.
“Fuck, just as tight as your cunt. You really are-”
“Just shut up and get it over with!”
“A rarity, is what I was going to say. It’s a compliment, mmph, you’re welcome.” His hands kneaded her ass as he pressed deeper into her.
Ahri gave a little hmph, but most of her attention was focused on what was happening down below. Her arousal was growing and she was now leaking onto the bed. She hated it, mostly the admittance of her arousal, but it felt good to be fucked again. She wasn’t against anal sex. Sometimes it was even more enjoyable than vaginal. It mostly depended on the partner. This guy was an asshole, but he wasn’t a bad fuck. She would never admit that, but she worried that her body would clue him in without her permission.
Her orgasm continued to rise. The longer this went on, the more she gave into it. She still didn’t like this man and she still didn’t like giving herself to him, but she liked the cock rummaging through her insides. It was easier to ignore her needs when alone, away from any other soul that could have tempted her. But now, back in some form of society, she needed to cum.
The man inside of her groaned with each thrust. She knew the effect she had on people. It was a source of pride. Even if she was still pissed that this was happening, she was proud of her body. Her wrists were snatched up and pinned behind her back. She opened her mouth to give some form of protest, but she stopped herself. What was the point? Anything she said would have served only to entertain this asshole. No matter how good his cock was, he was still an asshole and she was excited for him to be gone. In fact, she began fighting her orgasm. He didn’t deserve to bring her to one.
She clenched her fists behind her back and focused on anything other than the cock drilling into her. Even as it pulsed and stretched her, she fought against her arousal. Her orgasm would have been much more enjoyable once she was alone. And from the way this man was panting, groaning, and sweating, he didn’t have much left in him.
As if to confirm her suspicion, the man pulled out and cursed. He gasped and she felt him clench up. “Fucking hell. It’s like you just siphon cum.” He groaned again, “but I’m not ready yet. Not again. Damn…”
He climbed atop the bed again and forced her to roll onto her back. “Wouldn’t want to waste my load in your ass. No, let’s give you something to clean up once I’m gone.”
Her grimace returned. Her hateful glare was rekindled. At the very least, this made accidental orgasms completely avoidable. Her dress was tugged down, though the man didn’t do it right. He made the leather straps bunch up uncomfortably around her midsection as he forced the dress down to reveal her breasts. They did manage to pop free, but her stomach was being squeezed by the leather.
“You idiot, that isn’t how you-”
“Shush.” He placed his finger over her lips. “Just press your tits together, let me give you your reward for being such a good girl.”
As with anal, Ahri wasn’t against pet play, or whatever this idiot was trying to pull off. In fact, there was very little she was actually against. It just depended on the person. And this man had the charisma of a brick. So there was no enjoyment to be had, she just glared and took it. She even pressed her tits together like he said. All she wanted was for this to be over and for this dumbass to be out of her sight. Then she could finish herself off, wash up, and wait for whoever came next. Maybe this would be a slow night.
The man paid little attention to her expression. His eyes were glued to her tits. They were like her ass, perfectly shaped and weighted. Firm but fatty enough to easily envelop his cock. There was less stimulation to be found here than in her ass or her cunt, but the sight made it all worth it. Her pink nipples were hard between his fingers. He pinched and pawed at them, before letting go and simply thrusting. He allowed Ahri to do most of the work, going so far as to stop looking at her.
“That’s a good girl. Your attitude really improved, you know. I’m proud of you. But you need to do one more thing for me.”
Ahri seethed. She grit her teeth, but stayed silent. Only when he looked down at her and raised his eyebrow did she realize that this bastard wanted her to respond. “What’s that?” Getting the words out was a monumental task.
“Say please. Ask me to reward you with my fresh load.”
Ahri suddenly wanted to barf. This was the last straw. There was no way she was going to do this. She shook her head.
The man acted appalled and then looked away. When his gaze returned, he held an expression of faux disappointment. “And you were doing so well. Guess I’ll have to tell the owner you’re disobeying the rules. He’ll kick you out, and all of this will have been for nothing.” He sighed, then his expression shifted. “I’ll give you one more chance, since you’re new here.”
“Fuck you,” was what she wanted to say. She wanted to tear this asshole a new one and then leave and go sleep in the woods as protest. But not really. She wanted a bed more than anything, and this one was one of the softest she had been on in years. And so, she gave the only answer she could. “P-please… Please give me my reward, daddy. Paint me white with your baby batter. Cover me in it so I never forget your smell.” She wanted to vomit.
That seemed to work. The man pulled out from between her breasts and pumped himself to finish. He did exactly what she requested, and she detested every second of it. Every ounce of cum that stained her flesh only made her more eager to wash. But she sat there. She even opened her mouth as if eager for it and swallowed the little bit that landed on her tongue. Thankfully, the load wasn’t massive. It became clear that this was all the man had to give. She was relieved. When he climbed off of her, she sat up.
“You should stop here again. You’d make as much money as you’d ever need.” He pulled his trousers up and refastened his belt.
Ahri gave a little hum. She didn’t want to speak anymore. He allowed her her silence and headed for the door. With one last glance, he drank in her beautiful form, and left.
As soon as the door closed, Ahri was on her feet. She rushed to the basin and began to wash. She focused on her face, as that was where most of the mess was. Her chest only required a little bit of patting. Some of the cum had landed in her hair and that was troublesome to clean, but she managed. It was the cum in her pussy that gave her the most trouble. When she was finished, she pulled her corset back up over her chest and sighed.
After double-checking her face, she returned to the bed. Surprisingly, it had remained mostly spotless. She laid back and planted her head on one of the many pillows. Her hand ventured downward, and she got to work rewarding herself for her patience. Only, when her finger found her clit, she felt no stimulation. Two fingers. Still nothing. She penetrated herself and felt no different than when she was empty.
“What the hell!?”
No amount of fingering worked. Not even anal gave her any stimulation. Her nipples weren’t sensitive to her own touch. Nothing worked. She grew furious, kicking the bed and clawing at the blanket. She cursed and wrestled with the collar again. She knew it was to blame. This was like some twisted form of punishment. What, she couldn’t get herself off? Was it that only the touch of another brought her any stimulation when the collar was around her neck?
She rose from her bed and stepped out onto the balcony. The sun had nearly finished setting. Time had hardly moved. Her time with that man had felt like an eternity, but only an hour had passed at most. The breeze was welcome, at least. She remained there for some time. It must have been at least fifteen minutes, because when she returned to her room, there were two younger men waiting for her.
At first she found herself worried that they weren’t even old enough to be there, but they wouldn’t have been allowed inside. They were foreigners, with bright hair and dark eyes. They eyed her with awe. She put a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrow.
“I didn’t know they allowed kids in here.”
One of them snickered. “I didn’t know they had Vastayans here.”
“Don’t get used to it. I’m not here for long.”
“So we’ve heard. We got lucky.”
She let the men drink her in. Their gazes were different from the other man’s. He had seen her as a piece of meat, but these two clearly saw her as something to be worshiped.
“We just ported here last night. Just tourists, honestly hoping to see a female Vastayan somewhere. Never expected to be this lucky.”
Their gazes were shifting quite rapidly from awe to hunger. Ahri’s tails flicked and her ear twitched.
“You’re feeling lucky too, huh? We knew Vastayans were horny animals, but you’re just offering your body for a place to sleep? Fuck,” one of the men began wrapping around her.
Ahri’s tails attempted to cover her backside. They reminded her of hyenas. Her initial assumption had gone out the window. Their intentions were confusing. “I’m just here to sleep, I have no interest in pleasing pigs.”
“Mmh, is that what we are?” The other man approached her from the front.
Ahri stared him in the eye, “yes.”
“Perfect then, two sets of animals mating.”
Ahri winced.
The man behind her began to oink dramatically before sinking to his knees and prying her tails apart. “If I’m a pig, then this is perfect for me!” He shoved his face under her dress.
Before she could react, the man in front of her closed the distance between them. He captured her face with one hand and one of her wrists with the other. He forced his lips onto hers and she squealed. That was the least of her worries. That man, the one acting like a pig, had worked her underwear to her ankles. He stuffed his face between her cheeks and was dramatically sniffing at her ass.
Her lips were freed and the man spoke into her ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll act like animals for you. Fuck,” his hand drifted from her wrist to her bicep, “you smell amazing. Way better than any human. I wish we got to you first, before you washed…” he lifted her arm.
Ahri’s eyes were wide. She knew what the man was doing before he did it. He pulled away from her ear and buried his face into her armpit. She mewled and immediately regretted it. It felt like she was playing into their narrative. Like she was actually some kind of animal, helpless to their advances. They seemed to have some unique views of what Vastayans were, and they were getting off on it.
Sure, Vastayans were more animalistic than humans, but not to the degree these men seemed to believe. They had a higher sex drive and sure, they smelled different, but that was mostly it. Other than their animalistic features, they were almost the same as humans. For some reason, she didn’t tell them this. The man between her cheeks had found her asshole. His nose was flattened against it and she felt him sniffing her. The other was sniffing her armpit. She felt disgusting, dehumanized. These men were treating her like an attraction. Like some wild, beautiful beast.
Almost in sync, the two noses were replaced with tongues. Her asshole was already rather loose from the anal sex, so the tongue had very little issue slipping into her rectum. She winced and clenched up. Worse, the man licking her armpit was effectively tickling her. She squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp, but found herself unable to pull away. Even though she was stronger than both of them, she felt paralyzed in their arms.
Her arm was allowed to fall, armpit wet and sticky, as the man switched to her other one. Why wasn’t she doing anything? Her wetness had returned but she didn’t want it. Not like this. She was being humiliated. What was the point of resisting anyway? If she tried, they could just get her kicked out and all of this would have been for nothing. They already paid for her. She was their property until they were satisfied. She wanted to cry. There was nothing she could do to stop them.
Her dress was worked at with far more precision than the other man had shown. The leather straps were loosened and removed from her midsection. After that, the dress was easy to unfold and remove. Strangely, the man folded it up and placed it on the couch. Though, he kept her panties for himself. He looked back at her, into her worried eyes, then returned to the task at hand.
Ahri’s asshole was as delicious as the man had hoped. A Vastayan’s asshole. Strong, earthy, even though the soaps she had just used to clean herself. He could only have imagined what it would have tasted like before she washed. To worry about that would have been to squander what he did have. And what he had was delicious. Ahri’s rectum was hot and soft on the inside. The hard sphincter gave way to gooey, flavorful insides. Bitter and powerful. The man could have lived off of this taste. He wished it were possible, but they were on a time limit. They both knew that they couldn’t hog her for the rest of the night. There were surely others waiting to use such a rare beauty. It was for that reason that every lick was laborious, made to memorize every hint of flavor he found within her colon. He was living out his dream, but it was to be a brief experience.
Thankfully, Ahri’s armpits were finally left alone. The man who had worshiped them was now working his way down her body. From her tits to her stomach, to her pussy. She began to tingle as soon as his lips found her groin. It wasn’t that he was particularly skilled in any way, quite the opposite in fact, but her previous arousal was resurfacing. The stimulation felt incredible. Ahri hated it.
Both of her holes were devoured. They were treating her like some rare creature yet showed her the respect of a peasant. It was confusing not only for her mind, but for her body as well. The shame she felt when her legs began to quiver, and she needed to rest her hand on the head between her cheeks was matched only by the shame she felt when she reached orgasm.
The men pulled away as she wailed. She nearly fell to the floor, but caught herself on the edge of the bed. Her hips bucked without her permission and she squirted onto the floor. They were sure to not let her juices go to waste. It was thick and tasted almost like honey.
Ahri crawled further onto the bed as if in an attempt to escape not only the situation, but her own body. She had betrayed herself. No longer did she want to orgasm, yet it crashed over her all the same. Her lower body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure. One of the men – she didn’t know who – followed her onto the bed. He mounted her from behind and entered her spasming asshole. His weight was enough to pin her down. His breath was on her neck and his heat over her back.
She wanted to resist but her body denied her. All she could do was come down from her orgasm. Her legs continued to quiver and her mind was awash with clashing feelings. It was all too much. What was it about the way these men treated her that made her feel like this? She was turned over, onto her side, and her pussy was invaded. She nearly screamed. Her lips and her tunnel and everything was too sensitive. Even the tiniest movement was enough to make her cunt convulse.
“P-please…’ Ahri spoke through gritted teeth. Her voice quivered and buckled.
“Please what?”
Please what? What was she going to say? She didn’t know. The word came subconsciously. Was she going to ask them to stop? What good would that have done? None.
“I think she wants more.”
Ahri shook her head rapidly and mewled again. The man in her cunt hastened his pace and she nearly began to cry. The stimulation was too much. She needed downtime. Why couldn’t she tell him this? The words were impossible to form. All that escaped her mouth were moans. She could hardly think. The men pounded into her. Every thrust felt more powerful than the last. It was too much for her. Through her overstimulated cunt, she could feel another orgasm approaching. Although every movement felt like a mini orgasm, she felt it grow. She wanted to warn them, to tell them to stop. For some reason, this climax scared her. She didn’t know what it was going to do to her. If she already felt this overwhelmed, another orgasm would only serve to throw her over the edge.
Yet it came all the same. It was unavoidable. Both of the men inside of her moaned as she clenched down around them. Her pussy spasmed harder. Ahri was speechless. Her mouth was agape, but nothing came out. Not even a moan. It felt incredible. Her body was taken by it, the sheer pleasure and the degradation.
The man in her ass came first. He hilted himself inside of her and released everything he had. When it was over, and he disentangled himself from her, she was rolled onto her back. He only intended to take a break. Hopefully they had time for several more orgasms before she gave in. This was their game. To fuck women until they broke down like the whores they were. After that, they lost their allure.
Ahri’s pussy was still stuffed full, and she stared up at the man pounding her into the mattress. His own orgasm was very close, but he fought to keep himself at the very edge. The Vastayan below him was a thing of beauty, and he was never going to get to experience something like this again. While his friend was already redressing, he chose to drink every second in. In his mind, he was alone with her. Her glazed over eyes could hardly focus on him, though she seemed to be trying her hardest. He leaned down and kissed her before whispering into her ear.
“You’re just a little Vastayan whore, aren’t you?”
Ahri found herself nodding. She didn’t know if she actually agreed with it. In fact, she hardly even knew her name at that moment. But it felt right to nod. She liked the way he chuckled in her ear, even the way he repeated his question. Maybe in that moment that was exactly what she was. A Vastayan whore. Somehow she found the strength returned to her arms and she wrapped them around him. Her nails sank into his back, and she clutched onto him. She moaned without shame. This was what brought him over the edge, and her as well.
She hadn’t even noticed her orgasm was approaching. It just came crashing over her. It was as if her insides were hypersensitive. She could feel every ounce of cum that flooded her pussy. Her arms went limp again. One of them fell back to the bed, but the other managed to continue clutching.
“Ugh, she’s already broken?” The one beside her sounded annoyed.
The other continued to chuckle, “yeah, guess so. I told you it’d be easy.” He struggled to dislodge himself from the slut beneath him. Her legs had at one point wrapped around his own, but neither had noticed until he disentangled himself. He stumbled when his feet found the floor, but his eyes remained glued to her form.
“That was too easy. Come on now, don’t you have any self-respect?” The other rose.
Their words fell on deaf ears. Cum oozed from both of her holes and she looked nearly comatose. Every blink took great effort. She moaned occasionally, but mostly she just panted.
“You were a good little fox, though.”
“While you lasted, at least.”
Somehow Ahri had the strength to hum. She didn’t actually hear what they were saying, only the bass in one’s voice. After a few minutes, she raised her head, wondering what the men were doing, only to find the room vacant. They had already left. She had to wash before her next patron – or patrons – arrived. Only, the basin could have been a million miles away. Her legs weren’t functional, and neither were her arms. At least, not enough to allow her to move properly. She didn’t even want to move.
The door opened again, and Ahri slowly glanced down. There was a woman. She wore a black and white dress and nodded at Ahri.
“Some of the girls end up like this, so I just thought I’d check on you. Here, let me wash you.”
The bath was akin to a fever dream. Ahri was out of it. This tended to happen sometimes, when she went too far. On those days she was normally with a lover, at their home or hers, and she could relax. This was different. She was in a whorehouse, performing as one. This wasn’t the place to have a post-pounding high.
***
The sun was fully set by the time he made it to the brothel. He had only just finished work a few minutes ago when he heard the news. A Vastayan was spending the night in the brothel, offering her body to whoever wanted it. This wasn’t an opportunity he could let pass him by. No matter how tired or sore he was.
He was the oldest man in the brothel. Most men stopped coming around the age of forty, but not him. It was a guilty pleasure of sorts. Real partners just couldn’t do it for him. They were too much work, and work was enough work for him. His thumb was still sore from where he’d hammered it. He sucked the tip briefly as he ascended the stairs.
Ahri, the fox, was already sprawled out on the bed when he entered. She hardly even reacted to his entrance, offering only a slight head turn and a hum. He nodded to her. She was naked, her clothes folded up on the couch across from the bed. Her breasts were full and round, topped with pink nipples. Her body was lean, but her hips and thighs had enough to offer to make his mouth water.
Unfortunately, she was too fucked to do most of the work. He stripped without fanfare and climbed over her. His lips landed atop her body from time to time. The first kiss was planted on her inner thigh, then her belly button, abdomen, breasts, before he reached her lips. He lingered there for a moment. Her lips parted in a moan, and he pressed his tongue inside. The weight of his body worked to flatten her breasts between them, but he didn’t remain in this position long. No matter how horny he was, he was equally burnt out and sore.
He moaned her name and rolled, taking her with him until she was atop him and he was on his back. His hand cupped her ass cheek and he began directing her. It took more work than he would have liked. It was like she was drugged or something. She was happy, at least. She smiled at him and hummed and moaned. Once she finally got the hint, she lifted her hips up and sheathed him inside of her.
For the briefest of moments, the initial penetration made every ache go away. He gasped. She enveloped him like a vice. Her womanhood was still wonderfully tight, and her insides began milking him without hesitation. He stopped moving, placed his hands behind his head, and allowed her to work as best as she could.
Unfortunately, Ahri was in no state to assume control. She made it a few pumps before her arms began quivering and threatened to give out. She lowered herself over him and buried her head in the crook of his neck. Her hips tried to keep moving, but she felt like another orgasm was already approaching. All she could do was moan and grind. Riding wasn’t possible. She was just so out of it; exhausted and over-fucked. It had taken so little, as well. Only a few orgasms and she was a quivering, near comatose mess. She shouldn’t have gone so long without getting off, she reasoned.
It disappointed him that he had to do so, but the man began moving his hips. Even though all of her weight was atop him, she was still rather light and he could manage. She was nothing compared to the boats he assembled. And she felt fucking amazing as well. Her pussy was growing tighter with every thrust, signaling her approaching orgasm. He had heard Vastayans had high sex drives, but he didn’t know they could become so delirious with lust. It was almost as if she wasn’t even there. Just a toy to be used. He needed a toy that took control, but this was still better than any other girl on offer here. If he had to work for it, so be it. The opportunity to fuck a Vastayan was more than worth the effort.
He pushed her up with his arms so that he could play with her breasts. They were firm enough to keep from sagging and maintain their shape, but doughy enough to allow him to squeeze them tight. They enveloped his fingers as he squeezed. He looked up at her, into her glazed over, glowing eyes. She was drooling and panting above him and looked utterly mythical.
“You’re gorgeous, Ahri.”
She moaned and stared down at him. Her arms were still too weak to hold herself up, but she kept trying to grind her hips with him. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Eventually he grabbed one of her hands and pressed her fingers into his mouth. He tasted them, sucking on her skin and fucking into her pussy. His pace was still rather relaxed and slow. There was no rush. Midnight was still a few hours off, and he didn’t care who else wanted to fuck her. She was his.
Ahri took it upon herself to lower her head and kiss him again. The man offered no complaints. Her finger was replaced by her limp tongue. They swapped spit, but mostly he just sucked hers from her mouth. He rolled his hips into her and realized just how close he was to finishing. In a bit of a panic, he pulled out of her and let her fall to her side next to him. He clenched his eyes shut as his cock pulsed, flexing on the very brink. Ahri reached for his member but he snatched her wrist before she could cross the distance.
The man giggled, “ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet.” He eyed her, drank in her laugh, and considered what to do next.
He pulled her close to him and let his hand slip around to her ass. He squeezed her cheek again, before pressing deeper. Her asshole winked when he found it. It was wrinkled and sort of hard to the touch, yet squishy enough to accommodate him when he worked his way inside. Anal wasn’t something he pushed for often with women, but Ahri was different. Not only was she a Vastayan, but she was also the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He wasn’t going to waste an opportunity like this. Most, if not all of his reservations were dashed the moment he stepped into the room and saw her.
The man’s cock needed a break anyway. He had no intention of cumming prematurely. He half-directed her, half-moved her around so that her ass was facing him. Perfectly bubbly and without blemish. She was still on her side and curled her legs up to her chest. Her cheeks parted naturally, revealing both of her delicious holes. Her pussy was gaped slightly, clenching up and opening, giving him a view of her smooth insides. But he soon turned his attention to her asshole.
He ran a finger over her rigid hole and watched it react. What a wonderful way to end the night. With a little more pressure, his finger slipped inside. Her rectum was hotter than her pussy, but also more spacious. It wasn’t that it was much wider than her vaginal tunnel, but it had much more give. When he pressed on her walls, they molded into the shape he desired. The sticky flesh of her colon stuck to his fingers but stretched however he wanted.
All the while, Ahri hummed and moaned. Juices leaked from her pussy, wetting the bed in her arousal. Her legs clenched up and extended slowly, back and forth in response to his exploration of her bowels. He enjoyed watching her. It was like she was in her own world, drugged by orgasm.
He pulled his finger free and looked at it. He didn’t know what he had expected, but it was mostly the same, only a little shinier and stickier. Never would he have thought of doing this with any of the other whores here, but he brought his finger to his mouth. First he gave it a little sniff, before sucking it into his mouth.
The flavor was strange. It wasn’t horrible or pungent like one was likely to imagine. No, it tasted bitter or spicy, strong and raw, but not in a bad way. He had a hard time considering it, and decided to stop trying and simply enjoy it. This was the taste of a Vastayan fox’s asshole. Her rectum. The depravity of the act almost made him feel young again. It encouraged him to press his head between her cheeks and explore deeper.
Ahri laid her head down, half on a pillow and half on the mattress. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of a stranger’s tongue lapping round the walls of her rectum. It didn’t take much to get her off in this state. Even if his fucking had been slow and awkward, she enjoyed every second of it. This state of being was dangerous when on her own. But after midnight she would be alone and able to come down. Not yet. For the time being, she only kept slipping deeper into it.
The man, as well, grew more and more aroused. With each lick, each taste of her, he found himself wanting more. His cock continued to pulse, yearning with need for another hole. But he waited a little longer. He kept licking and slurping until any hint of orgasm had faded. Then he slid up along the bed until his member found her asshole. It was slick and comfortably loose, easy to enter.
He pressed into her and she immediately clenched down around him. She let out a whimper and he hesitated for a moment, but quickly found that she was orgasming. He smiled and kept going. Even if her clenching threatened him with a sudden orgasm, he took the risk. She felt too good. Too hot, too snug and welcoming. The entirety of his cock was stuffed into her ass. Her bowels clung to him like a second skin. The grip wasn’t as firm as her pussy, but it was just as stimulating, only in a different way. He cursed lightly under his breath and began to pump into her.
His movements were slow and measured. The sensation was wonderful but he didn’t want to cum yet. He only had one shot in him, and he wanted to savor this for as long as he could. Even this was enough to get him off, though. He tugged her and held her tightly to his chest. With one hand he squeezed her breast, and slipped into her mouth with the other. He moaned into her neck, speaking her name and relishing in the moan he received in response.
He bought himself several minutes before his orgasm arose again. Several minutes of bliss. Pumping into her bowels as much as he wanted. Even if he was sore and tired, it was worth the ache. He remained clutching her all the while, feeling her heartbeat through her chest, exploring her mouth with his fingers. She was a thing of beauty, to be remembered and relished. He pulled out again and groaned, dick pulsing. There was nothing he wanted to do in that moment more than unload, but he resisted it.
He pulled his hips back and kissed and licked and sucked on Ahri’s neck. He ventured upward and turned her head towards him and kissed her again. After a moment he stuffed himself back into her ass and got back to pumping, before pulling out just as quickly. After another few seconds, he did it again. He kept himself on the edge, growing more aggressive each time. He pulled away to watch as her hole opened and closed whenever he pulled out, and the way it swallowed him up when he stuffed himself inside. Every session could last only a few seconds before he had to pull out again. All he had to do was wait again, but he just couldn’t anymore.
The man rolled onto his back and sighed, catching his breath. Ahri reached for his cock again, but he wrapped his fingers around her’s instead. This prompted her to roll over and face him. Her eyes were dreamy, glowing a deep golden. Intoxicating. He fingered the collar around her neck for a moment. She had a perfect face. He wanted to cum in her mouth.
The idea came to him unexpectedly. It was the image of her mouth around his cock, paired with the context of where it had just been, that made him want it so badly. His breathing hitched for a moment as he grew excited. He placed a hand on the back of her head and pressed gently in the direction he wanted her to go.
Like some drunk, Ahri fumbled her way down his body. She left messy, spirit-soaked kisses along his chest and abdomen. There was no thought of where this cock had just been, not even when she smelled herself on him. She just wanted the cock in her mouth. Even this was rather strenuous, however. She enveloped him and began bobbing her head, but it was messy and had no rhythm. She heard him moan and felt encouraged. A gentle hand was placed on the back of her head, and she flicked her tongue over his glans.
It was difficult to comprehend just how aroused this man was. He stared down, into her hypnotic eyes as she tried to blow him. He rubbed behind her fluffy ear, and she made a sound almost identical to a purr. Spit dripped down his shaft. Ahri was producing it in excess. This was clear in how quickly it soaked his cock and groin. Even his balls were soaked after half a minute of this.
The sensation was there, but it was strange and sloppy. The woman was too fucked to operate correctly, but he appreciated that she was trying. And it wasn’t like it didn’t feel good. It was incredible, but much of this was because of who was doing it to him. So, he decided to help her. His grip grew firmer, and he took control. She hummed but gagged soon after. He had only teased the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed her head down with him, and forced him past her barrier. She gagged again, violently, but still showed no signs of stopping.
More spit, copious amounts of it. The man pumped his hips in time with her head. She coughed and choked, and her throat squeezed down around him. This was so much more powerful than that blowjob. Unfortunately, this meant he was on the way to his peak again.
But there was no stopping. He couldn’t, not anymore. He had explored every hole this woman had to offer, and now it was time for release. Instead of slowing down, he worked harder. Sweat formed on his brow. He hammered her face as hard as he could, forcing her to take every inch over and over. Her opportunities to breathe were slim, but she didn’t care, not one bit. This was what she wanted as well. Her nails dug into his hips, and she worked just as hard as he did to fuck her throat.
For a time, the only sound in the room was that of wet squelches and gags. He wondered if those downstairs could hear it. Both hands were used. Ahri was treated like an object, not a living person. Her face was a mess, spit bubbles expanded and popped from her nose. It was a sight to behold.
He let go of her head and caught his breath. Ahri kept going. She fucked her face on his dick like her life depended on it, but she quickly slowed. It was difficult for her to lift herself up, and whenever she pushed herself back down it was more like her limbs gave out and she just fell. On top of everything else, she was now lightheaded. After a few more pumps, she simply hilted herself around his cock and stayed there. She didn’t have the strength to lift herself back up, but she kept forcing herself to swallow around him.
Though most of this session had been speechless, the man took the time to thank her for such a good night, before finishing off. She hummed and nodded eagerly, attempting to pick up the pace before he took full control again. He placed both hands around her head again and rotated. She was forced to go with him and quickly found herself under him. He hammered her face with the weight of his hips. She did nothing to resist. She didn’t want to resist.
It only took a dozen pumps for him to finish. He was mostly speechless as he unloaded into her throat. Nothing but gasps escaped him. His hips gyrated into her face, grinding and making tiny pumps. Ahri was taken by a hands-free orgasm. She had only had a very small handful of these in her life, and she hardly comprehended this one. It just mixed in with the cum soup that was her brain. Her lower body spasmed, her legs kicked, her cunt squirted.
The man pulled out quickly after cumming. He had returned to his senses and didn’t want to kill the woman. He sat up and cupped her face.
“You alright?”
Ahri couldn’t respond with words. She coughed and nodded. A long, drawn-out hum escaped her. She turned and scooted up to the head of the bed, finding a pillow and resting on it. He looked her over. From her ruined, cum and spit soaked face, to her feet. He never wanted to forget what she looked like, what this moment felt like. He checked his watch and was shocked to see that it was fifteen minutes to midnight.
He rose quickly and put his clothes back on. When he looked back at Ahri again, ready to say goodbye, he saw that she was already asleep. He smirked and stared at her for a moment, entranced once again by her beauty. But he needed to get home. He hadn’t intended to stay out this long.
It had been worth it, of course, but he had work in the morning.
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Title: (Commission) Pajama Party
Chapter title: Pajama-Party
Story Description:
During a special pajama party, Luxanna ditches her boyfriend, Samuel. Again. Luckily for him, three other famous Star Guardian ladies are there to make him feel better. With drink and friendly chit-chat, right? Wrong.
Games: League of Legends
Story Content:
The Institute building was filled with laughter and bass, audible even from the entry hall. Samuel stepped inside, scanning the hallway before him. Normally a regal, noble place, it was now regally silly. Where blue tapestry once lined the walls, now a mix of colors, characters, and balloons stood as replacements. A brief replacement, but it almost made the Piltovian League Institute seem foreign, even to someone as familiar with it as Samuel.
He shut the door behind him, adjusting his pants once again. The costume was a bit tight down there. Luxanna must have gotten his size slightly wrong. Not that she’d ever even glanced below his belt anyways. He shook the thought aside. Thoughts like that were wrong, and he knew it. He understood the terms of their relationship. With Lux’s royal Demacian upbringing, sex before marriage was frowned upon. That hadn’t stopped him from at least trying for it every once in a while. But any attempts were futile, and he wished he could let it go, but that was easier said than done.
He flipped his hood up, it was made to loosely resemble a cat. Namely, a pair of cat ears sat at the top of his head. One blue, the other white. The rest of the fleece outfit carried that color pattern. Most had been made as onesies, but Lux had made his into a two-piece. He appreciated this greatly, as stripping naked to use the bathroom wasn’t something he looked forward to.
These types of parties weren’t typically his style, but Lux had been so excited about it that he couldn’t say no. And he looked forward to spending more time with her. She’d been busy with the Demacian Institute lately, working on upcoming outfits and attending important meetings. But they’d made sure to clear their calendar around this event. Samuel didn’t expect any kind of action, but he missed her. That didn’t mean the thought was out of mind, though. His imagination was filled with thoughts of what they could do at this party. The risque nature of it only made him wish it could happen more. Sneaking into a backroom for a quick fuck sounded amazing. But he shouldn't have been thinking about these things.
He cursed under his breath when he realized what the thoughts had done to him. The pants were already overly tight, so there was nothing he could do to hide his chub. Thankfully he was the only one in the hallway. He considered finding a bathroom to relieve himself, but he’d been cutting back, and today was no day to fall back into such things. Personally, he found nothing wrong with masturbation, but he knew Lux wouldn’t have liked him doing it, so he’d been cutting back on it more and more. It had been over a week since he’d last done it, and he was feeling a bit pent up. Hopefully this party would distract him from such feelings. Once he met with Lux, those naughty thoughts would fall to the wayside.
They hadn’t been able to arrive together. Even with their calendar cleared, special cases did arrive. Lux had been called to Demacia for a special new outfit, something about an elemental theme, supposedly special. She promised that she’d be back in time for the party, and she was surely on her way back. Thanks to the advances in hextech, even from Demacia, she’d make it here minutes after leaving that Institute.
With his bulge in check, and the fear of looking awkward, standing in the entry hall doing nothing, he began to head inside. The echoing of laughter and music grew louder as he approached the set of polished wood doors. Where the Piltover emblems once sat, inlaid into the center of each door, was now a goofy, smiling bear on one, and a cat on the other. They were taking this pajama party rather seriously.
The main room, rather, one of the main rooms, was utterly filled with people. Decorated tables littered the center of the room, with seats lining the walls. The room was a mixture of different colored lights, loud, bassy music, and pajama animal-themed decorations. There was a disco ball, the source of the multi-colored lights, attached to the ceiling, high above the floor. They really went all-out with this party. The only spaces that weren’t within a foot of another person were the two stairways leading to the second floor. At the top of those stairs, looking down from the balcony, was Malren, Luxanna’s chauffeur. Samuel noticed him immediately, as he was one of the only people not dressed in a fluffy outfit. He wore his usual Demacian nobleman garb.
Samuel began snaking his way through the crowd of party-goers. There hadn’t been anyone he recognized. No champions, or famous summoners. They’d likely be further in. This part of the building was mainly for the common folk. He was thankful for this, as no one stopped him to converse, and he could make his way to Malren quickly.
He ascended the stairs, meeting the chauffeur’s gaze. He didn’t look happy. That was concerning. Was Lux okay? Surely she wasn’t hurt, he would have been notified more promptly. Samuel nodded to the man.
“Hello, Malren. Is something wrong? Where’s Lux?” It was annoyingly difficult to speak over the noise. Hopefully he’d be able to find somewhere more quiet with Lux.
Malren gestured with his open palm, attempting to calm Samuel down. “Luxanna is fine. However the work for the Elementalist suit has proven greater than anticipated, and she has to stay a bit longer. Likely another week.”
“Another week? But she said…'' Samuel paused, trying to stifle his emotions, “okay that’s alright. I understand.”
Malren nodded courtly. Even after being in Demacia for so long, his bow was still a bit stiff. And he couldn’t ever seem to perfectly mask his Shuriman accent. Something that the more ‘patriotic’ Demacians liked to bring up. “She sends her apologies, with a promise to make it up to you.”
Samuel sighed, nodding in understanding. “Thank you for telling me, Malren. And have a safe trip back. I’m sure you aren’t able to stay.”
“Sadly, no. To be honest this isn’t my… cup of tea, as you from Piltover say.” He glanced around the room, a noticeable scowl on his face.
Samuel smiled at him, before Malren turned and headed down the stairs. This type of thing wasn’t Samuel’s ‘cup of tea’ either, but he’d made an exception so that he could spend time with Lux. But she flaked on him. Again. Lux had been busier than usual lately, and busier than usual before then. Their time together, as sparse and brief as it normally was, felt uniform most of the time. This party could have been a way to unwind with her. To relax, away from family or responsibilities. But she put her duties first, again. He knew she didn’t mean any ill will when she did it. She truly did love Samuel, but oftentimes he’d be alone, wishing for more time with her.
With that, he considered leaving. There wasn’t really any reason to be here anymore. But what would he do back home? Sulk? He didn’t want to do that either. Perhaps finding a friend here would be more lucrative than doing nothing at home. It could take his mind off of things.
His suit seemed to fit even worse as he went down the stairs, and the brightly colored room had dimmed. It was all less eye-catching now, more uncomfortable. He hated to admit it, but he was getting used to this kind of feeling. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to get away from this terrible music.
The next doorway he took led into a hallway. The music from the other room was less oppressive now, at least. And the lights were normal. In fact, other than the new tapestry and decorations, the hallway was mostly the same as it normally was. There were a couple people chatting, leaning against the walls with drinks in their hands. The costumes everyone wore made it all seem a bit silly. Samuel imagined some people trying to discuss politics like this. Trade routes, wars, spoken over rave music and animal onesies. He snickered.
One duo in particular were currently making out. The man had his hand firmly clasped around his partner’s ass cheek, which was visible through the cloth. That tugging at his trousers returned. Something that simple was able to distract him, how embarrassing. He tried to ignore them, passing through the hallway and into the next room.
This room was much like the last. Loud, annoying, and should have come with an epilepsy warning. The main difference was the dance floor. Instead of tables, the middle of the room contained a large, disco floor. It was flooded with people, dancing and grinding. Why did they have to be grinding? Samuel looked away. He didn’t recognize anyone here either, at first glance at least. Was this what today was going to consist of? Him, alone, traveling room by room, trying to look away from the sexual nature of people’s actions, while recognizing no one? Maybe he should have just gone home.
Someone managed to catch his eye as he turned back around. Ahri, a member of Luxanna’s Star Guardian team, was currently talking with some star-struck guy. He was practically drooling over her. Samuel knew she noticed it, and was probably basking in it. He could have gone over there and said hi, but why interrupt such an important moment for that man? He may have been getting lucky later that night, after all. A tinge of jealousy sparked with Samuel. Jealousy and arousal. Two very bad things for his current situation. Every member of the Star Guardians was expected to be here. Funny how the only one that would likely be absent was Lux, the Star Guardian leader. It was probably time to leave. He didn’t want to feel like some nobody bystander. It would be better to just go home and sulk after all.
“Sammy!?”
He stopped in his tracks. Had he heard that right? Upon turning around, he realized that he had, in fact, heard it perfectly. Sarah Fortune was headed straight towards him. Why did she always have to call him Sammy? He scratched the back of his neck while forcing a smile, potentially looking as awkward as one physically could in the current moment.
“Ahh, Miss Fortune! How are you?”
The Star Guardian was clad in her new pajama outfit. He’d heard it was so popular that it was being made into something she could wear on the rift. The orange and white onesie seemed to fit her perfectly. A little too perfectly, actually. And he tried not to glance at her generous cleavage too much. Why did she have to have her zipper so low? He lost the battle with his brain, stealing a glance at the deep valley between her breasts.
“That’s such a… a nice gem. On your chest. What is it?”
“A ruby. You like my gem?” Sarah winked. Why did she always have to make it so awkward?
Samuel’s face was already beginning to grow red. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I like rubies. Um, how are you? I figured you’d be with someone.”
“Are you calling me a whore?”
“What!? No, I meant… I meant like, friends. The other Guardians. You know, Syndra, or Ahri, or-”
Sarah burst into laughter. “I’m just fucking with you Sammy. Come on now, loosen up. Where’s Lux, by the way? I figured she’d be with you.”
Samuel paused, eyes falling to the floor for a moment. That was all Sarah needed to know.
“No way, she flaked again?” Sarah stepped closer, fingers wrapping around Samuel’s wrist.
“Well, she had to stay in Demacia for her new skinline. Elementalist, I think it’s called. It’s a really special outfit, and should be really expensive too.”
“You know she could have delayed it if she wanted to. How long had you two been planning this night?” Sarah sighed, squeezing his wrist as she continued. Her blue eyes locked with his. They seemed to glow in the light. “Hey, come hang out with us. You shouldn’t be left alone at this party. Someone like you deserves better. You’re always there for her, but it seems she barely reciprocates.”
“It’s not like that. She loves me, I know that. She just isn’t the best at time management. And I understand that. Trust me, Miss Fortune, she doesn’t mean it in any rude way. She’s got a hanging over her head all the time.”
Sarah nodded absentmindedly, “mhm. Hey, call me Sarah, we’ve known each other well enough by now, and I’m getting tired of repeating it.”
“Sorry, habit.”
“It’s fine, but come hang out with us. And get away from this shitty music, the rest of us are over in the hall, come on.” Her grip on his wrist tightened, and soon he was pulled along behind her. “Just wanna make a quick stop first. I was refilling our drinks, before I was lucky enough to find you.” She winked back at him as she tugged him towards the bar. She cut through the crowd easily, with Samuel behind her. She didn’t need to keep holding his wrist, he was keeping pace with her just fine, but he didn’t want to be rude and pull away.
“You want anything?” Sarah asked as they’d finally cut through all the party-goers and reached the bar.
“Uh, no, I’m okay, thanks.”
“Four of the usual!” Sarah ignored him.
Should he be doing this? He second guessed himself for a moment, while Sarah was distracted, getting drinks. Would Lux have liked the thought of him hanging with these other girls? They were part of her team, and well trusted by her. And they’d never done anything to make him think they’d try anything funny. He was overthinking things, as usual. Sarah was inviting him out, to stop being alone, and to hang out with some of his friends. Yeah, they were his friends. He’d talked with them on several occasions. While he didn’t know how many there were, he knew most of the Star Guardian team well enough. Actually, there were probably just four, judging by the amount of drinks Sarah got.
Her hands were full now, unable to drag Samuel along, but he followed her all the same. He was more than happy to be getting out of this room. The blaringly loud music was already giving him a headache, not to mention it wasn’t his style. Glancing back towards where he’d last seen Ahri, he chuckled when he saw that her, and the assumedly happy man, were missing. He didn’t let himself linger on the thought of what they were getting up to for too long. Now was an especially horrible time to get a stiffy. All the more troubling, then, when he found his eyes falling onto Sarah Fortune’s ass cheeks. She was strutting confidently, pajamas tight to her glutes as they flexed with each step. That wasn’t good.
They exited the room the opposite of the way he came, and into another hallway. This hallway was almost as bare as the last, except for the two Star Guardians leaning against the wall. Janna and Syndra, they hadn’t noticed Samuel yet, and were talking amongst each other. Janna was the first to glance over and realize Sarah was bringing company. She nudged Syndra, who had her back toward the approaching duo, making her glance over her shoulder.
“Oh, Samuel! How nice to see you here!” Janna smiled at him. While her Star Guardian suit was purple and white, her onesie was white and aqua. Probably so that she wasn’t looking too similar to Syndra, who, of course, chose her suit to be mostly purple.
“Where’s Lux?” Syndra asked.
“Um, well-”
“She ditched him for some outfit testing.” Sarah cut him off, making the situation sound far worse than it was. She didn’t ditch Samuel, did she?
“No, she didn’t ditch me. She had to do more testing on her outfit, apparently it’s her best skin yet.” Samuel tried to sound enthusiastic for her new skin, but it was difficult. He had trouble hiding his emotions.
“You know you can just reschedule those outfit tests, right? I actually did that for one of mine so I could come here.” Syndra took a drink from Sarah.
“Yeah, I told him that already. It sucks that she just left you like that. And I know it’s easier to make yourself believe she had to do this, but she really didn’t.” Sarah finished passing the drinks around to the other girls. She still had an extra one though. Why had she ordered four when there were three of them? His question was answered when she stuck her hand out for him to take the last one.
“Uhh, I said I didn’t-”
“It’s fine Samuel, just relax. There’s no harm in drinking with friends.” Janna gestured for him to take the drink. “I mean, surely Lux wouldn’t get mad at that. There’s nothing wrong with you hanging out with people she knows and trusts, especially after… leaving you on your own. What does she expect you to do? Nothing?” She had a point.
Samuel sighed, “I guess you’re right.” There really wasn’t any harm in it, and Lux wouldn’t have been mad, would she? She did tend to get a bit jealous when he was around other women, but as Janna said, these were people she knew and trusted. It would be fine. He took the drink.
“Woo, there we go! You’ve gotta learn to loosen up a little, this is a good start.” Sarah winked at him. He blushed.
“Your happiness doesn’t hinge on Lux’s whim, Samuel.” Syndra said, rather dryly.
“I-I know that. I just, I hate the thought of disappointing her.”
“Does she feel the same?”
“Okay Syndra, let’s not dwell on that. Let’s have fun! That’s what this party is about. By the way, I love your outfit, Sam! You picked a good color scheme!” Sarah cut the tension quickly.
“Thanks, but Lux picked it for me. I like it too.”
“Oh, well that was nice…” Syndra took a long sip of her drink.
“It does seem a bit tight in some places though. You look like you’re ready to burst out down there…” Janna leaned back slightly, letting her breasts just out even more. Her cleavage was just as revealing as Sarah’s, and her tits could go toe-to-toe with the pirate Queen’s any day.
“Janna! You’re gonna kill the boy,” Sarah fought to control her chuckling. She glanced at Samuel. His face was nearly glowing, and he stared at the floor. He was shocked.
Janna laughed, “well, I say it as I see it, I guess. It was supposed to be a compliment anyways! I’m sure most guys would kill to have a bulge like that, and I’m sure Lux feels lucky to have such a.. stallion.”
And, just like that, Samuel died. His heart stopped beating, and he collapsed to the floor. At least that’s what he wanted to happen. Instead he just sat in shocked silence, glowing like a tomato in the sun, and trying to keep his cock under control.
Even the other girls didn’t know what to say. Sure, they liked teasing him, especially with him being in a relationship with Lux. While they got along with Lux most of the time, the girls held a sort of malice toward the woman. Most of them agreed that Lux shouldn’t be the leader of the Star Guardians. She wasn’t mature enough, and they felt like she’d earned it solely by being Demacian royalty. So they enjoyed making her jealous around her boyfriend.
Samuel was aware of this, but he never brought attention to it. He figured it would pass in time, once Lux proved herself to them. He knew she would. But they’d never gone this far with their teasing. He was utterly stunned. Stunned and embarrassed, as Lux had never even glanced below his belt. She couldn’t care less about that sort of stuff. But he needed some kind of release sometime. Embarrassment was being replaced by frustration quite rapidly.
Sarah must have noticed his shift in mood. “Okay, that was good, Janna. But maybe Samuel could do with a little less teasing, for now at least.”
“You’re right, I just had to say it. It was the perfect opportunity. Sorry Samuel!” Janna took a sip of her drink. He hadn’t wanted to make her feel awkward too, damnit.
“No, no. Uh, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting such a.. Uh.”
“Compliment.” Syndra helped him finish his sentence.
“Uh, yeah. Such a compliment.”
“Like I said, I say it as I see it. Plus, I have plenty of experience with getting up close and personal with cocks.”
Suddenly, before Samuel could metaphorically die again, a group of party goers burst into the hallway. They cheered, laughing as they trotted down the hall. They were clearly drunk, and alcohol spilled freely from their over-filled cups as they passed by.
Samuel instinctively took this moment to glance at their breasts. Miss Fortune and Janna were practically just as good as the other. Syndra’s were slightly smaller, but looked just as enjoyable. He couldn’t lie, he liked the compliment. Lux hadn’t given him one like that before. Shit, not again, he shook his head, reactively taking a sip of his drink to take his mind off of his base, uncouth urges.
As the party goers passed by, some of their alcohol landed on Syndra’s panther slipper. She grimaced, turning towards the group as they walked by. Before she could do anything, Janna blew her purple hair into her face, stealing her attention.
“It’s fine, that can be cleaned quickly, here.” A gust of wind rose over Syndra’s slipper, and the liquid, which should have stained the fabric, quickly slid off of the slipper and onto the floor. “No need to cause a scene.”
Syndra was pissed, which wasn’t unnatural, but she took a deep breath. It seemed being with this group was almost as awkward as being alone. But he was learning to enjoy it. Be it from the unique compliments, or just their lighthearted nature. He missed Lux, honestly. He always felt awkward being without her. Like he didn’t know what to do. Like a dog without a leash. No, not like that. Like what then? Either way, that feeling was slowly ebbing, the longer he stayed with this group. He took another sip.
“How about we move somewhere else? Perhaps a hallway isn’t the best place to hang.” Sarah glanced around. “I’m not too familiar with this place, but if it’s anything like the Bilgewater Institute, private rooms should be this way.” She grabbed Samuel’s arm again, tugging him along just as before.
He almost spilled his drink with how sharply she yanked him from his thoughts. The other girls followed quickly, excited to get away from everyone else. It would probably be better that way, without interruption. That way they could hang out and relax in peace, without any prying ears or rude party goers.
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It turned out that the Piltover Institute was almost nothing like the one in Bilgewater. They traveled the building for what felt like forever, hallway to room to hallway to room. Samuel was suffering quite a bit. His compulsions couldn’t always be controlled, and he found himself glancing back down at Sarah’s ass from time to time. Or Janna’s bust, though that was harder to easily peek at, as she was next to him. Syndra was behind him, and he didn’t want to get caught. He didn’t even want to do it either, and he was boiling with shame, which would have been apparent on his face had anyone looked at it.
Somehow they’d managed to make it to the first room, just ahead of the entry hall.
“Maybe upstairs? That would make sense, I think.” Janna said.
“Sure, why not.” Sarah still hadn’t let go of Samuel, and while he could easily wrest his arm free, he let her keep tugging him along. She seemed to enjoy it. He didn’t know why, but it didn’t really bother him.
“Fortune, you know he’s taken, right? You’re yanking him around like he’s your pet. Don’t you know he’s Luxanna’s? Syndra smirked.
Samuel knew to ignore most of the insults that came from her mouth. Most of the time they weren’t meant to be rude, it was just her type of humor. But that one hit a little too close to home for him, and he blushed.
They headed up the stairs, passing through another doorway, and found the hallway mostly vacant. That was promising. After finding the nearest doors locked, Sarah smiled.
“This is it. Finally, I could use a place to sit after that hike. Just have to find a vacant room.” Sarah jostled the nearest doorknobs. After a couple more attempts, she found an unlocked one.
Janna let out a little cheer as the door opened, and floated inside.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” Sarah followed behind her, dragging Samuel along.
The room was, in a word, soft. Nearly every inch of it held some type of fabric or cushion. The walls were lined with a strange kind of pink foam. Samuel had never seen something like that before. Perhaps it was a type of soundproofing, as when the door was closed, no obnoxious bass was heard.The floor was covered in a simple, pristine beige carpet. It must have been added in recently. Perhaps for this party?
This looked nothing like the Piltover Institute he was used to. None of the rooms had, actually, which was why he was of very little help in finding these bedrooms. Because he had never even seen bedrooms in this Institute in the first place. He knew others that had them, Demacia being one of them. But this one was situated in a bustling, advanced city. And there were plenty of hotels nearby that offered heavily discounted staying prices to members of the Institute.
Lastly, soft, white couches lined the walls, and a large, heart-shaped bed sat directly in the middle of the room. Samuel didn’t really know why these rooms were here, but they were giving him strange ideas as to why. They looked like, from what knowledge he had on the subject, one of the rooms his friends would describe to him, when they would gloat about how beautiful the women they fucked were. He gulped.
“Wow, this place is amazing!” Janna twirled, before plopping down on the bed.
The blanket that laid over it was a darker pink, as were the set of pillows near the head. The other pillows matched the couches they were placed upon.
Sarah sighed, sitting next to Janna, leaving a small space between them. A space she quickly patted, while looking at Samuel. “Come on, we don’t bite… too much.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he sat down between them.
“See, no danger here.” Janna nudged him with her elbow. It made her breasts wobble slightly.
Syndra sat on a couch nearest Sarah, before sliding out of her slippers and plopping them onto Sarah’s lap. Samuel couldn’t help but look down at them. Even her toes were painted purple.
“What, you like my feet?”
“What? They’re feet, come on now. If you wanna try to tease me, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.” Samuel definitely didn’t dislike her immaculate looking feet, or her toes and purple nails, but that was obvious bait. And feet weren’t normally seen as a sexual object, as far as Samuel knew. Though he’d heard a little bit from friends, now that he thought about it.
Sarah whistled. “He got you, Syndra. Maybe all he needed was a drink, to start breaking out of his little shell.” Sarah leaned her head against his shoulder for a moment, smiling at him. That wasn’t so bad, or at least it wouldn’t have been, had she not been pushing her breasts together with her arms. They were practically begging to be stared at. “Plus, I’m sure he’d prefer my tits to your feet.”
Samuel grew red again, this was getting old. He must have looked like a child to them. So unable to handle any type of innuendo, out of fear of betraying his girlfriend. It was rather annoying. He wasn’t doing anything wrong by joking with friends.
“You made him silent again.” Syndra said. “You keep embarrassing him and he’s going to leave.”
“No, no. It’s fine. I have to get better at handling it.” Samuel tried to sound confident, but it was a weak attempt.
“Why are you so shy about things? You’re a nice, handsome guy, and you’re apparently packing. What is it that makes you uncomfortable?” Syndra flexed her toes in Sarah’s lap.
“I’m not rubbing them.” Sarah said dryly.
“Um, I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like the thought of doing something Lux wouldn’t like.”
“Lux can’t handle you joking with friends? I mean come on, we’re on the same team as her, we’re all friends here. Surely she can handle that.”
“Well, it made her a bit unhappy before.”
“She isn’t here, Samuel.”
Janna and Sarah were quiet, letting the two talk. But it was clear Janna had something she wanted to say.
“I know, but I still don’t like the thought of making her mad.”
“She’d get mad about us having fun? Sam that doesn’t sound right. We aren’t doing anything wrong by joking and relaxing. I knew it was probably bad with her, but this is worse than I expected.”
Janna spoke up, “Syndra has a point. If you can’t go out and feel comfortable with friends because we are female, and like to joke, that’s not good. Is she really like that? That must be horrible, stopping yourself from enjoying harmless things because of another person.”
“I mean, yeah, I guess that’s bad. I know we aren’t doing anything wrong, but she doesn’t like it. I don’t know why she doesn’t like it. Maybe she’s jealous. She might not be as hot as you thre-” he stopped himself, shocked.
“Ohoh! Samuel, that’s naughty. I’ve never heard you say something like that,” Sarah leaned closer, breasts getting dangerously close to his own chest, “you think we’re hot?”
“Well, well yeah, you’re pretty, beautiful. Lux might just feel inferior, or something.”
“Her tits are definitely smaller than ours,” Janna chimed in. “But I’m sure she still satisfies you. You’re so good to her, she must reward you greatly.”
Samuel fell silent again.
Janna leaned in, now he had two pairs of breasts rubbing against his chest. He couldn’t help but glance down as they were mere inches from touching each other. Janna’s zipper was pulled lower than before, when had she done that?
Janna spoke, “are you telling me she doesn’t even fuck you?”
Redness returned to Samuel’s face yet again. “No… She’s saving herself for marriage.” He spoke quietly, like he was afraid of being scolded.
Syndra burst into laughter. “You’re fucking kidding me! What year are we in? Samuel I am so sorry you have to deal with that.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad.”
“Oh, it isn’t? What’s good about it Sammy?”
After he gave it some thought, he had no good answer for her. “Okay fine. It sucks, alright?”
“Sam, when’s the last time you’ve fucked someone?” Sarah asked, voice growing lower, almost to a whisper.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want things to be different?” It was Syndra who spoke up again.
“I… Yes I do. I wish things could be different. But I don’t want to tell her that.”
“Because you’re afraid of hurting her feelings?” Janna asked. Samuel felt surrounded, like he was being squeezed from all sides. Like his stress was going to make him spill all of his woes onto these three girls. Was that what they wanted? To help him vent, help him feel better?”
“You can speak to us, not a word will escape this room.” Sarah reassured him.
“Yeah, I hate the thought of hurting her feelings. I stop myself from enjoying things out of fear of making her unhappy, even when she isn’t around. I don’t know if it’s me or her making me feel like this. It’s like you said, Syndra, like I’m on a leash. I don’t feel in control.”
“No no, don’t say that. It isn’t you making you feel this way. Lux has a tight grip on you, stopping you from doing what you really want. And yet she doesn’t put you before anything. She cares more about a new outfit than going to this party with you. A party that you two planned together. Now I’m not saying to break up with her or anything, you two do love each other, we can tell that. Lux needs to fix her priorities, and you might have to as well.” Janna leaned in even closer as she spoke. Their breasts were touching now. His eyes were drawn to them, and they knew it.
“It’s unbelievable that you can’t even fuck.” Sarah let out an exasperated whisper.
“That isn’t right. It isn’t fair.” Janna’s pity was clear in her voice. “I mean, you’re too hot to not be allowed to fuck. Doesn’t she know how a dick like this can make someone feel?” Her hand fell, landing on his bulge.
Samuel gasped, his cock pulsed, and he tried to slide away, but was trapped between the two girls. “What are you doing?”
“You must be so pent up. Do you get yourself off? What a waste that would be…” Janna’s voice trailed off as she felt his shaft begin to stiffen.
“I-I… I’m trying to abstain. But, we shouldn’t be doing this…”
“Samuel, you deserve some release.” Sarah said matter-of-factly.
Samuel couldn’t stop his dick from growing harder against Janna’s hand. It felt so warm pressed against him. His body wasn’t listening to him. He should have stood, walked out of the room, why wasn’t he doing anything? His manhood pulsed, and Janna let out a low, quiet moan into his ear. A drop of precum had shot from his dick, wetting the fabric of his pajama pants. It felt so good. It felt too good. He hadn’t felt this way in a very long time.
Janna pulled away, and Samuel’s hips tried to follow her, bucking mindlessly. He wanted more, it felt too good. No. It was wrong, he had to stop this. The girls had grown oddly silent, and he clenched his eyes shut, until he felt Sarah’s breath against his neck. He turned his head instinctively, brushing his lips against hers. It was a mistake, he hadn’t known she was so close. But she pressed forward, kissing him with fervor. He grunted, trying to keep his lips shut, but his resistance only lasted a moment. It was like his mouth opened on its own. Nothing was happening the right way. He wasn’t supposed to be giving in.
Syndra pushed her legs further forward, her feet traveling out of Sarah’s lap and directly over Samuel’s cock. She could feel the wetness, and she pressed her foot down, grinding her toes around what she assumed was his cumvein. Another hip-quaking pulse, and another gob of pre shot free, further wetting his pants. Syndra bit her lip. He couldn’t see it though, he was still glued to Sarah’s lips.
Fortune grabbed his hand, sliding it along her midriff as she brought it up to her breast. He groaned, squeezing her hefty flesh through her clothing. After a moment, he tried to pull it away, but Sarah kept it held firm.
She pulled her lips from his. “Calm down, Sammy. It’s okay, you’re around people you know, people who care about you. We’ll show you what it’s like to be treated properly. Just let it happen, it’s okay.”
Was this really happening?
“We’ll let you feel good, just this once.” Janna was in his other ear.
He squeezed Sarah’s breast. “But this is cheating.”
“Let yourself feel good, Sam.” Sarah kissed him again. Her tongue pressed forward, invading his mouth and dancing with his. Their tongues wrestled for a moment, before Sarah pinned his down.
He groaned again, gripping her breast tighter. Janna took his other hand and lifted it up to her mouth. She took a finger inside, sucking on it. Syndra was still working his dick with her foot. She’d gotten rather sticky, his balls were loaded, and sticky pre shot out after almost every movement of her foot.
“And you’re going to make us feel good too,” the purple-haired woman said. She grunted as her foot squeezed around his cock, harder than before.
His hips clenched, and another load of pre was released. His crotch was almost entirely soaked by now. It felt gross under his pants, but Syndra’s foot made it worth it.
It all felt incredible, but it shouldn’t have been happening. He had to stop it. Why was it so damn hard to stop? Lux never made him feel like this. She made him feel loved, yes, but this was something else. And no matter how bad he knew it was, he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. He stopped speaking, even when Sarah pulled away from his lips for air. He’d stay silent until they returned. Those plump, ruby lips. She tasted wonderful. And she felt even better. Her large mammary was held tight in his grip. He squeezed it again, feeling the flesh contort and envelop his fingers. Sarah moaned in response. He liked that.
That voice in the back of his mind, the one telling him this was wrong. The one telling him to stop, was growing ever quieter with each passing moment. With each taste of Sarah’s lips, each feel of her breast, each slurp Janna gave his fingers, each pulse of his cock under Syndra’s foot. It was all too much to say no to.
“He loves it,” Syndra smiled.
Janna let his finger pop free of her mouth. “I know, but now I want more.”
Samuel felt Janna disappear from his side, but he didn’t look to see where she went. He was far too enveloped in Sarah’s embrace. So it was a shock when he felt her hand around the waistband of his pants. Syndra’s foot was removed from his crotch, and he felt his pants being tugged down. This was it, if he let it go any further, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop it. Though that didn’t mean a whole lot at the moment, it wasn’t like he was stopping it either way. Even still, this was the point of no return. And he made no attempt to stop it. He only gasped as his cock was freed.
Janna gasped as well. As the only person with a clear view of the absolute mammoth of a dick she’d just freed. Sarah was still mashing her face into his, and Syndra’s view was slightly blocked by Fortune’s hip. But she could see that Janna was practically salivating over the girthy manhood before her.
“How the hell was this packed into those pants?” She exclaimed.
Syndra dropped to her knees next to Janna, wanting to see the thing for herself, and Sarah pulled away from Samuel. They both gasped just as loudly as Janna had. Samuel looked down.
His cock, which was currently leaking precum like a fountain, was currently being compared to Janna’s forearm. He was winning the comparison. It was almost twice as thick, and just slightly longer. It pulsed as it was ogled, spewing pre into the air, it landed on Janna’s hand. In an instant, it was scooped into her mouth. It was thick, creamy, and salty. She loved it, it was one of the most masculine drops of pre she’d ever tasted. And it was only just the start. They’d drain every drop from him by the end of the day, they were set on it.
“Okay, wow.” Sarah stared, wide-eyed at Samuel’s pulsating cock. It was a slab of fuckmeat to her, and all she wanted was to ride him into the night. But she knew the game her friends intended to play, and she was all for it.
Syndra, naturally, tried to act the least impressed. But her mouth was suddenly dry, and her crotch far wetter than before. Even the massive snake she thought she was feeling with her foot hadn’t prepared her for this view.
Sarah pulled herself from the staring spell first, “this is going to be a great day.” She practically tackled Samuel, pinning him to the bed. She didn’t mount him though, resorting to sucking face a little longer. She was so wet, she wanted her breasts freed, so he could suck them. Then she wanted to ride his face, and then his dick. But she knew her friends had their own needs, so she’d go as slowly as they needed.
She pulled from his lips, nibbling gently on his ear before whispering, “do you want my tits? They’re all yours, just say the word, Sammy.”
“Yes.” At that moment, Samuel needed it. He needed this attention, and he didn’t want to fight it anymore.
Janna leaned forward, tongue outstretched. She loved giving head, and she was desperate to take the monolith of masculinity before her. But, like the other girls, she knew to go slow. So she let her hand touch it before her lips. The touch alone sent another glob of pre from his cockhead. It dribbled down from his mushroom head, along his cumvein. It would have reached her hand had she not darted forward and sealed her lips around the thick drop of seed. She sucked it into her mouth, tasting it before swallowing it down and turning her attention to that solid cumvein. She sucked on it, letting her tongue flail along its length. Her fingertips found his dickhead, and she squeezed it gently, trying to usher more cum from it.
“It’s so fucking big. Just how long have you been pent up? You poor, poor thing.”
Sarah sat up, mounting his chest as she unzipped her pajama top. She grinded slightly, against his strong chest, letting her wetness soak through her pants and onto his top. The zipper moved painfully slowly, and she relished in how Samuel’s eyes were glued to her chest. She knew it was one of her strongest assets in that regard, but it never got old seeing men brought to their knees before them. And Samuel was no exception. He was practically drooling at the sight of her flesh, slowly being revealed behind her pajama top.
“Remember to blink, sweetheart.”
Samuel stared in awe, barely registering the woman’s words.. Sarah’s flesh was perfect. Her massive, round breasts seemed too good to be true. The zipper had reached her midriff by now, but she was still keeping her nipples covered. He could barely make out the tiniest flash of red on each mammary. Suddenly, she let go, and her breasts popped free in all of their glory.
With her hands gone, her breasts dropped to their natural shape, with just the right amount of sag to prove that they were real. Her nipples were large, fitting her massive mammaries. Around her collarbone, and slightly over the top of her breasts, was a small mass of freckles. He hadn’t noticed that she had freckles before, but now they stood out, and fit her perfectly.
His hands returned to her breasts, now finding skin under his palms. He squeezed everything he could reach, groping, rubbing, pinching lightly. Once he reached her hard nipples, he latched onto them, trying not to pinch too hard, but he wanted to keep going. He wanted to taste them.
As if reading his mind, Sarah leaned forward, arms landing just over his head as she rested on them. Her tits fell onto his face, and he was enveloped in their warmth. She shook her chest, letting them rub over his face, covering his senses. She could barely make out his moans under hefty mammaries.
Samuel fought to find a nipple, it didn’t matter which one, he just needed to taste it. He needed to suck it. At this point, he would have believed this was some kind of dream, brought on by a lack of sexual attention, and and overwhelming need for something more. But the longer he was enveloped by Sarah’s tits, the less he thought it was a dream. It felt too real, it felt too good. And he didn’t ever go lightheaded in his dreams. Thankfully Sarah was aware of the situation, and pulled away. He gasped for air, catching his breath for a couple moments, staring at the gorgeous breasts hovering over him. After another moment, his head lifted up, and he enveloped a nipple into his mouth. Sarah laughed, proud of his assertiveness, and lowered her weight back onto him as he sucked away.
Janna was still drinking every drop of precum that dribbled out of his cockhead, which was quite a lot. She almost began to think he was actually just a living, breathing fountain of pre. An endless source of the fluid she loved so much. Her licking and sucking had slowly made its way to that same mushroom head that had been leaking fluids since the action started. Her lips wrapped around it, taking all of his head inside. She had to stretch her jaw, but she liked that. It was so warm, pulsing in her mouth, and released more and more precum. She relished in the groans she heard coming from him, even as he was practically suffocating between Sarah’s breasts. His hips bucked relentlessly. She knew when a man was about to cum, and somehow Samuel wasn’t anywhere near it yet. Though, if he had his way, she’d blow up harder until he came. But she wanted to see how long he could last, how much precum he could leak before finally running out.
Syndra was happy to sit back and watch the show for now. She was on her knees, a couple feet from Janna, watching the mage suck on Samuel’s rod relentlessly. She knew Janna loved giving blowjobs, but she was acting so shameless. Maybe all it took was an impressive cock, and Janna would become a ravenous animal. It was fun seeing this side of her friend. And she knew she’d be getting her fun soon enough. She was just waiting for Janna to give her a moment to lower his pants down further.
“Bet Lux wouldn’t ever do this for you. Who knew you had such a thing for tits?” Sarah teased.
Samuel couldn’t respond with anything, he was too busy sucking away at her nipples. He’d switch breasts every so often, and she’d pull up to let him breathe every once in a while. And once Sarah pulled up again, he responded.
“Your tits are wonderful, Sarah. I love them.” His thought process was cut off once again when Sarah lowered herself back down. Her breasts enveloped him again. He could die like this and be happy, satisfied with his life. And with the girl sucking away at his cock, giving him sensations he hadn’t felt in far too long, or perhaps even at all, he thought he just might.
“Even courteous in bed, Sammy you really are so innocent. Mnn, but keep sucking.”
Janna pulled back for a moment, catching her breath and wiping her lips. It looked like Samuel’s cockhead had finally stopped spurting pre, which disappointed her a little. She turned towards Syndra, who was still patiently waiting for her turn, though a hand had slipped down to her crotch, and was slowly rubbing her clit through her clothing.
“Wanna join?” Janna asked, pulling Samuel’s pants down further and scooting over to give Syndra room.
Syndra responded with action. She shuffled forward, pulling Samuel’s pants the rest of the way down his legs and tossing them away. Her hands found his massive, perfectly rounded balls, and gave a light squeeze. Samuel gave the response Syndra expected, and Janna hoped for. His manhood flexed, his hips bucked, and another thick load of pre began oozing from his slit.
Janna was on it in an instant, slurping away as it dripped down his shaft. Her head returned to his mushroom tip, and she sucked on it like she was trying to force more cum out. It worked, and soon she was swallowing another delicious load, and her head was drooping lower. She wanted to go further, to suck harder, bob her head around his shaft. She wanted to see how deep she could go, but she also liked edging the man. And his muffled cries were music to her ears.
No matter how much Sarah liked having her breasts worshiped, she had other needs that had to be sated. Did she really want to be the first girl to strip? To be the first girl to give in to her own needs? She sat up on Samuel’s chest, looking back at the others. Janna was slowly slurping away at Samuel’s cock, which wasn’t surprising. But Syndra’s head was lower, she must have been lapping at his testicles. Why couldn’t she make Sammy return the favor, and lap at her sopping pussy?
She turned, climbing off of Samuel’s chest, letting him breathe again. “Fuck, you’re pretty good at that, but how about you return the favor?”
Samuel didn’t respond, he was staring down at Janna, who had just pulled her mouth free of his cock.
“Oh, you like what you see Sam? You like my plump, pink lips wrapped around your big, throbbing dick?” Janna smirked, a bit of drool hanging from her bottom lip.
He was still speechless, but Janna was staring at him like she expected him to respond. “Uh, yes, mhm.”
“Bet you never thought this would happen today.” Syndra said. “To be honest, neither did we. I guess it’s a good thing Lux didn’t show up, huh?”
“Oh yeah, he’s definitely having more fun than he would have with Lux.” Sarah chuckled, resting on her elbow next to Samuel. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Samuel didn’t like lying, but had he been in his right state of mind, he probably would have tried to argue it. But he wasn’t, he was overwhelmed and utterly, shamelessly horny. That guilt was almost entirely gone.
Janna planted a kiss on his cockhead, inviting another spurt of pre from it. “Aww, you’re so sweet. You deserve a reward.” With that, she enveloped his head in her mouth, this time moving deeper, almost a third of the way down his shaft.
Samuel let out a breathy, gasping cry of pleasure. Syndra sunk back down, licking his balls again. Sarah smiled at him, before sitting up.
“As I was saying. I let you suck my tits longer than most men I’ve ever known. I think it’s time you give me some pleasure too.” She reached towards her pajama bottoms.
Samuel had thought it was a onesie, but now that he looked harder, he saw where the top and bottom separated. For a moment, as Sarah began tugging down her bottoms, a small pang of self-realization hit him. Sure, he’d just sucked on Sarah’s breasts, and the other girls were worshiping his cock, but this was even further than that. Was there even a point in stopping now, though? The line had already been crossed, maybe a little more wouldn’t make a difference. It wasn’t like Lux was going to find out.
Sarah kicked her bottoms off the side of the bed, rising to her knees. She presented herself to Samuel, spreading her legs slightly, baring her sopping, pink folds to him. “Hmm, you like what you see? I wonder, are you an ass man, or the more conventional type?”
“I’d guess he’s as simple as they come,” Syndra teased.
“Well, just gonna stare, or answer my question?” Sarah turned around, showing her round ass off for Samuel. She gave it a light slap. His eyes were practically glued to the giggling flesh. “Sam?”
“Oh, Um, I don’t know. I like… everything, I guess. I like everything about all of you.” He smiled, thinking what he said was smart, and safe.
It certainly was safe, as the girls smiled at him. The two below his belt went back to work, and Sarah began climbing on top of him again. Except this time it wasn’t over his chest. Samuel laid flat on his back, letting Sarah mount his face. Her pussy was dripping with arousal, and some of it landed on his cheek as he leg swept over him. He wanted to lick it up, but honestly, he was nervous. It had been a very long time since he’d been with a woman, and he had never been with one this powerful or beautiful, or horny.
She stayed on her knees for a moment, letting Samuel take in everything she was offering. She was facing the other girls, watching Janna suck his cock, going slightly deeper than the last time she’d seen her. Syndra was messily gargling his balls. She’d expected her to be more reserved, but her display was exceeding her expectations. Syndra did always have a thing for balls, just not that kind.
Samuel stared up at Sarah’s nethers, and the cheeks resting behind them. He could barely make out her puckered star, nestled between them. But her pussy was perfect. Shaven, pink, and utterly drenched. Was she going to suffocate him between her holes? He’d never actually done something like this before.
The wait was painful, Samuel wanted to lift his head, wrap his lips around her pussy and drink her juices, but he felt like she was testing him. She was testing his resolve, his patience, maybe even her own, and he didn’t want to fail. He was suffering and she knew it. He could hear her chuckling lightly.
“Hungry?”
“Mhm.” Samuel’s mouth felt dry.
Finally, he was released from his torment. Sarah lowered herself down over him. Her pussy landed over his hungry mouth, and his tongue shot free immediately. His nose was buried between her cheeks. She tasted sweet, like honey, but more earthy. He loved it. He was in heaven.
Sarah rode his face while the other two worshiped his dick. Janna had made it halfway down his shaft now, and was surprised he hadn’t come yet. Syndra had fully coated his balls in her saliva, it dripped off of them and onto the carpet. Somehow he was still leaking precum. Janna had never seen anything like it. She was practically drunk on the stuff. No one had ever released this much seed, even after orgasm. Samuel wasn’t even at that point yet. Lux had no idea what she was missing. Oh well, clearly she didn’t deserve it. They did.
Janna drove deeper, pushing past her throat barrier. She was a pro at this, even with a dick this big. She felt Samuel tense up, and a thick, heavy load of baby batter shot down her throat. A normal woman would have gagged, but not Janna. She took it like a champ.
Even Syndra was impressed, and a little greedy. She’d pulled away from his balls, and honestly wanted to move forward with it, but Sarah and Janna were happy going this slow. Syndra wanted something inside of her. She wanted Samuel’s cock, specifically. So she decided to turn up the heat on her own.
Sarah was melting on top of Samuel’s face. His tongue was relentless, driving into her wet tunnel with need, then flicking back out and over her clit. She didn’t mind admitting that he was bringing her to her peak rather quickly. And once Samuel let out what seemed like a scream, the vibrations sent a shockwave through her pussy, and the rest of her body. She came right there, grinding his face with her eyes shut, unaware of what had just occurred.
Samuel couldn’t breathe, but that wasn’t what had just made him try to scream. Someone, Janna perhaps, had just forced her way to the base of his manhood. It happened so fast, in a blink, and Samuel wasn’t ready.
Sarah opened her eyes, realizing Sammy probably needed to breathe soon, and rose up. She gasped, finger coming up to her lip as she saw what Syndra had done. The mage had both of her hands behind Janna’s head, and had forced her all the way to the base of Samuel’s dick. She coughed lightly, but kept her composure, even though she clearly couldn’t breathe. Sam’s hips were pulsing, and he bucked into her lips without thinking. His dick couldn’t go any deeper, but it felt incredible. He unloaded more and more pre into her throat, before Syndra finally let up.
Janna, not one to be shown up, let herself sit there for a moment, after which she dragged herself back up and off of Samuel’s cock. She moved slowly, watery eyes watching every single expression on his face. He was in bliss, eyes hazy, teeth clenching. And he still hadn’t reached an orgasm. Good, Janna hadn’t wanted him to. She wanted to see just how long she could make him last, how much she could make him squirm. Thankfully Syndra hadn’t ruined that, and Janna liked choking on dick. But she’d probably hogged it enough, someone else could have a turn. Or they could double team him? Triple team him? The day was only just beginning, after all. There were plenty of things to try. Janna wiped her mouth as she thought of all the things she wanted to do.
After watching Sarah quake and turn to putty on top of Samuel’s face, Syndra had a new desire. “Alright Fortune, my turn. I think you’ve used his face enough.”
Sarah pondered her words for a moment. “Eh, no, I don’t think I have,” she began lowering herself back down onto Samuel’s waiting mouth.” I still have another hole that needs some love. Her alignment was different this time. Her pussy was pushed further forward, and when she sat on his face, it was pressed against her chin. This new position forced his face further between her cheeks, and his lips against her pucker.
Samuel’s eyes widened, even though he couldn’t see anything. He hadn’t expected something like this. These girls were freaky, sure, but he’d never expected to eat ass. Granted, he hadn’t exactly expected any of this. But he took it well, it certainly didn’t turn him off. His lips planted a kiss against the taut ring, before his tongue broke free. It ran along her rim. It didn’t taste like one would normally expect. There was nothing gross at all. It was clear Sarah kept herself almost impeccably clean. And her asshole tasted like skin, with a faint hint of her strawberry soap. One may have found this a bit boring, as the taste wasn’t nearly as powerful or encouraging as her pussy was, but the way she shook and moaned on top of him was all he needed to keep going.
Sarah liked being eaten out, be it her pussy or her ass. Both felt great, but there was something more intimate about getting her ass eaten. Especially when it was coming from the boyfriend of her Star Guardian team’s leader. She felt like a Queen, even more than normal. Her eyes were shut, mouth limp as she surrendered to the sensations his tongue was giving her.
Syndra’s patience was now officially gone. She wanted to ride Samuel’s face, so she would ride Samuel’s face. With a shove, Sarah was sent rolling off of his face and onto the edge of the bed. She kept rolling, landing on her feet on the floor. A bit of hair had fallen over her face, but her playful smile was still visible. Syndra smiled back, though hers had an obvious layer of malice behind it.
She stripped quickly. Her onesie was easy to remove compared to the outfits she normally wore. She let her tits pop free without any show, pulling the zipper all the way down and letting the clothing fall to the floor. Samuel still gawked at her body. Her tits were still large, but compared to the other two girls they were the smallest in the room. That didn’t hurt her confidence though, she’d rock Samuel’s world better than these girls if given the chance. But for now she’d get eaten out while riding his face.
Similarly to how she stripped, she mounted his face with little fanfare, facing the girls and relishing in Janna’s jealous expression. Samuel’s cock was still hard, but they were giving it a break. They didn’t want him popping just yet. His mouth got to work once she settled herself on his face, and she leaned back, using her arms to prop herself up on the bed. His face was sandwiched between her cheeks, nose breathing in her clean scent as his tongue went to work on her moist folds.
She clenched the sheets as she grinded her hips. She was being serviced on both holes at once. Her pussy was being devoured and her asshole was being ground against his nose. It was bliss. He deserved a reward. Recollecting how he stared at her feet, she decided to give him a treat with those.
Samuel barely noticed the pair of feet wrapping around his cock, between the soles, and jerking him off. He was too enveloped between her cheeks. Her flavor was different from Sarah’s. He didn’t know how to describe it, maybe more exotic? Either way, he loved her taste. And she was fully coating his face in her juices. He’d be tasting and smelling her for days after this. And he didn’t mind that one bit.
Syndra knew he must have been lightheaded, but she wasn’t one to care. Sure, she wouldn’t have let him pass out, but he was doing too good of a job for her to pull away. Plus, his dick was enjoying the treatment her feet were giving him. Her purple-painted toes gripped his cockhead as she pumped her feet up and down. They pushed against his sensitive head at odd angles, forcing drop after drop of precum from him. By this point, Syndra doubted he’d have any to release once they finally let him cum.
Janna watched the pre leak from between Syndra’s toes as they covered his slit, licking her lips. Sarah was standing, watching the display with her hands on her hips. She’d finished removing her top, joining Syndra in nakedness. Janna couldn’t help but ogle her melons, now topped with a thin sheen of saliva. She bit her lip, wishing she could taste them. But another spurt of precum released her from her spell. She wanted another taste. And Syndra’s feet were utterly drenched in it.
Syndra opened her eyes, pulled from the utter ecstasy Samuel was making her experience to see Janna was to blame. The woman was sucking her toes. Rather, she was sucking up Samuel’s jizz, her toes just happened to be what was under the cum. She smirked, enjoying the new sensation. Syndra liked using her feet, and having them worshiped. And Janna was generous in her licks, sucks, and kisses, Wait, kisses? She wasn’t just drinking up Sam’s sperm, she liked Syndra’s feet too. Of course she did, her feet were immaculate. She flexed her toes in Janna’s mouth, and the woman moaned in response, sucking harder and looking up at the mage. Their eyes met, both unfocused by the haze of lust that consumed them both.
Samuel’s hands rose to Syndra’s thighs, and he pushed up. To the woman’s surprise, he managed to lift her up without too much effort. She gasped at his nerve, but realized he was only doing it to breathe. She hadn’t given him permission to take control, but this was necessary. She decided not to comment on it, instead focusing on her feet. She slid them up and down his shaft, slick with his cum and Janna’s saliva. Janna followed eagerly, licking both the veiny shaft and Syndra’s feet. She didn’t care, she liked both and wanted the goo that they were slathered in.
Syndra was lowered back down onto her seat without warning. That familiar nose returned to its new home between her cheeks, and Sam’s tongue went back to dutifully lapping away at her cunt. She was close, but she didn’t really want to cum yet. She wanted to do it around his cock, not his face. So she’d let him go a bit longer, and then stand up.
Sarah crouched next to Janna, using a finger to collect some precum from his mushroom tip. “Does it really taste that good, Janna?”
Janna nodded.
Sarah liked sperm, sure, but the taste wasn’t exactly one of the reasons why. Even still, she decided to taste it. Yeah, it was definitely better than most. It was stronger, more masculine, less salty, more gooey. Lux was a fucking idiot, even this guy’s jizz tasted good. She moved her head forward, licking the part of Samuel’s shaft that wasn’t currently occupied by Syndra’s feet or Janna’s mouth. It was unusual for her to actually seek out the taste of cum, it was normally just an outcome of oral sex, but not this time. She actually wanted more.
“Mmmh, the others have to try this stuff.” She paused for a moment, “or maybe not. Let’s keep him to ourselves.” With that, she pulled Janna in for a kiss. Both of their lips were covered in cum, Janna even had a bit in her mouth. Their tongues wrestled for a moment, swapping fluids before pulling away. Sarah swallowed the jizz she’d taken from Janna’s mouth happily.
Janna chuckled at that and wiped her mouth. “I know the others would like him just as much though.”
Vision returned as Samuel’s face was pulled from between Syndra’s wonderfully tight cheeks. He was actually disappointed to see her go. Had she come, and he was too light headed to notice? Surely he’d have noticed. At least he could breathe again. He took a long, overdue breath as he licked his lips. Syndra’s juices had mixed with Sarah’s, proving to be a wonderful concoction. He sat up, looking at the group.
“What do you think, Sam? Would you like to feel Ahri’s plump, ageless lips around your dick? She might even be better than me.” Janna said. “She must have so much experience. Imagine her gagging, choking, running her tongue along this cumvein?” She ran her finger along the aforementioned ‘vein’ to accentuate her point.
Sarah chimed in before Samuel could respond, “well, with the way he eats ass, I bet he wants to feel Soraka’s tight little hole around him. You’d stretch her out good, wouldn’t you? I bet she’s still a virgin back there. Maybe even up front too. Can you imagine her riding you? Her bubbly cheeks slapping against your hips as you watch it jiggle, maybe even slap it a bit?”
Samuel groaned, falling back onto the bed, “what are you girls doing to me?”
Janna laughed, “oh, Sam. You know we’re just giving you what you wanted all this time.”
Syndra interjected, “maybe he prefers smaller ones? No shame in that, would make sense with Lux and all. Would you rather Lulu’s tight little rosebud struggling to stretch around your massive dick? Imagine how tight that would be.”
Samuel didn’t respond this time, but his cock certainly did. This was the best kind of torture.
Sarah scooted up as Janna stood. She used her breasts to sandwich Sam’s cock, licking her lips as she imagined all the cum she’d extract from him with her tits. Samuel groaned again, not even looking up to see who it was, he was smart enough to know it was Sarah.
“Don’t try to guilt trip us, you know you wanted this. And you’re absolutely loving it.” Sarah’s point was accentuated with a spray of pre that landed on her breasts.
Samuel didn’t respond to her, deciding that the way his hips were bucking into her tits was a good enough answer. And it was, she didn’t push him to answer her. Instead she squeezed her breasts tighter around him using her arms. His dick was so big that his cockhead was directly in front of her lips, so why not give it a kiss? Her lips found his slit, and she kissed it. She was met with a quick spray of pre, which she happily slurped up. Her tongue trailed around his head, picking up every bit of pre she could. Suddenly, she felt a foot on her face, and pulled away. Syndra wanted a turn.
Syndra lifted her foot, balancing on one leg as she squeezed the top of Sam’s cockhead with her toes. Janna was finally stripping next to her. Samuel had taken notice, and was staring excitedly as her tits were finally revealed. Her nipples were smaller than Sarah’s, pinker too. Sarah’s were a darker red. Sam licked his lips, and Janna decided to indulge him.
“You’ve given me so much, I suppose I should pay you back a little.”
Letting her onesie drop to the floor, officially marking everyone naked, she leaned forward until her breasts hovered over Samuel’s face. He leaned forward, snatching a nipple in his mouth. He sucked at it diligently, shoving his face further forward and into her fat breast. Janna laughed at his eagerness. She was used to being the one servicing, but this was a welcome change of pace. And Sam clearly loved it too.
He loved it so much in fact, that Sarah began to notice something. Syndra clearly didn’t, as she was still squeezing away at his head with her toes, but his pulsing was different. The pulse of his cock had grown more rapid, to the point where it almost seemed like it would have been painful for Sam. It was so sudden, she barely had time to register it before his dick practically exploded. Syndra’s foot was pulled away from his dickhead in shock. It was like an eruption.
Janna winced as Samuel sealed his mouth around her nipple. He was tensing up so hard she thought he might accidentally bite down, but thankfully he didn’t. Even still, she was stuck, but she wanted to go drink from his erupting dickhead.
It was an unbelievable amount of cum, and Sarah was painted in it. Each pulse sent a thick, massive load of white goo across her chest, some landed on Sam, some on the bed, the floor, nothing was safe.
Janna could only watch in awe as Sarah Fortune was covered in seed. As soon as she was freed from Samuel’s grasp, she would be licking that woman’s tits clean. Syndra was merely shielding her face from the seemingly endless spray of white goo.
Samuel pulled away from Janna once he got control of his senses. He was worried he had hurt her for a moment, when she quickly retreated from him. But he soon realized it was because she wanted to drink his cum. Janna was drinking his jizz. Sarah Fortune’s tits were wrapped around his cock, and Syndra had just been milking it with her foot. It was hard to grasp reality, so he stopped trying to, and let himself come down from the incredible high that was his orgasm.
A couple more spurts, and the torrent finally stopped. Samuel simply laid there as Janna licked both him and Sarah clean. She suckled on each of Fortune’s tits for a moment, before licking most of the cum off. She then turned to do the same to Sam’s dick, and then his stomach and chest, before climbing on top of him and forcing him to kiss her. Thankfully she had already swallowed the load, and the taste was very faint on her lips. And what was there was quickly overpowered by the taste of her pink lips. Their tongues danced for a moment, before she pulled away with a satisfied sigh.
“Well, that’s round one done. Surely you’ve got more in you, right? The day is young and you haven’t even fucked us yet.” Janna reached back behind her, feeling that he was still hard. “That’s a good boy.” She smiled down at him, and he smiled back, however dazed he may be.
“But before we continue,” Syndra cut in, “admit it. We’re treating you better than Lux would. We’re showing you what real women can do.” She cupped one of Sarah’s breasts, flicking a bit of jizz off of her nipple before giving it a quick lick. She just couldn’t help herself around such a nice pair of breasts. Janna was lucky she was further away.
Samuel barely hesitated, be it the lusty haze, confused daze, or the truth, he didn’t rightly care at the moment. “Yes, you are treating me better than she ever has. This is incredible. You better not be done, I deserve more after you forced me to cheat.” He cracked a smirk as he finished his words. That wasn’t what he had planned to say, not even close, but it felt good coming out.
“Ohoho! That’s the spirit Sammy.” Sarah gripped his manhood with one hand as Janna scooted backwards. “Don’t worry, we wouldn’t let you go home without some real sex. We’re all going to have a ride on this dick before the day is over.” To accentuate her words, she lined his cock up with Janna’s sopping pussy, and the wind mage did the rest of the work.
Janna cooed as she was stretched, sitting on his dick, filling herself with him. It had been quite a while since she’d been stretched to such a degree, if ever. Samuel himself had never felt something so tight in his life. She was like a vice, a wonderful, hot, perfectly shaped vice. Her vaginal walls milked him as she sunk down. She didn’t plan on stopping until he was all the way inside. Thankfully they were both slick from various juices. Her from her own quim, and Sam from his cum and her spit. So penetration came easily, even with him being so large.
Sarah didn’t want to be left out, and neither did Syndra. Though it hadn’t been planned, they moved like a single unit, one on each side of Samuel. Once Sarah reached his stomach, she let her tongue free, licking from his belly button, up his sternum, before stopping on a nipple. Syndra sank her head down once she reached his chest, and wrapped her lips around his other nipple.
“Ohh, Janna! You’re too tight. Am I hurting you?”
“Haha! No, Sam you aren’t hurting me, quite the opposite actually. I love your dick, and you love my pussy, right?”
“Yes! I love your pussy Janna. It feels incredible, I’ve never felt anything so tight before.” Sam didn’t even need to be told to answer. It all felt too good. All remorse, guilt, sense of right and wrong, or care was out the window by this point. All he wanted was more. And more he would receive.
Once fully hilted around his cock, accentuated by a solid clap of her cheeks against his hips and balls, Janna sighed. Looking down, she spotted the visible bulge jutting from her lower abdomen. It wasn’t large enough to be scary, just enough to be a testament to the size of his manhood, and the pleasure he was giving her.
“Aaahhhh~... Girls, Sam looks like he could use a drink. I’m sure all that cumming left him a bit dehydrated.” He did actually look like he could use a drink, but Janna just wanted to pamper him. To prove they were better than Lux.
Syndra pulled herself from Samuel’s nipple. Worshiping a body wasn’t usually her thing, it was usually the other way around, with some lucky fool at her feet. This was a neat change of pace, but she was ready to stop. So she grabbed one of the unfinished drinks, it didn’t matter which one, and held it over Sam’s head. He got the idea and opened his mouth. Her hand was steady, and she didn’t spill a drop of it as she let it pour into his mouth. He drank it down happily. An idea struck her. She stopped pouring the drink into his mouth, and instead straddled his chin. Her thighs rested on the sides of his face, and her pussy was just an inch from his mouth.
“Open.” She commanded.
He obeyed diligently, opening as wide as he could. Syndra poured the drink towards her, letting it land on her chest, and trickle down between her breasts, down her stomach, and just over her pussy. It poured into his mouth almost perfectly, and he guzzled the last of the drink from her body. He wouldn’t ever experience a day like this again, that was clear.
Syndra’s dominant high was broken by a harsh slap on her rear. Her natural reaction would have been anger, but given the situation, and the person who slapped her ass, she chuckled. She climbed off of Sam’s chin, turning towards a cockily smiling Sarah, and gave her ass a spank in return. She squealed playfully, then returned to making out with Sam’s chest.
Janna, after enjoying the feeling of being stuffed, finally decided it was time to start the ride. Her ass clapped against his balls and thighs as she began moving. She didn’t start slow. No, this was for her enjoyment. She knew from experience that Sam could last a while, so she wasn’t worried about giving herself what she wanted for a bit.
“Nngh, you want to put your babies in me, Sammy?”
Samuel was gritting his teeth as Janna rode him. The pressure around his cock was immense. “Gah… I…”
“Of course he does! I mean it’s not like he’ll be able to put them anywhere else. Not for the foreseeable future at least. Lux wouldn’t have that, no no no. That would interfere with her new outfits and performance on the rift. Can’t have that, can we Sam?” Sarah crawled back over to him, now that Syndra was off of him.
Annoyance was the initial reaction Samuel had at her words. But not annoyance towards her, he was annoyed at the truth. She was right, it would likely be a very long time until Lux even wanted to have sex. He’d bet she wouldn’t even want to risk it with protection. And any other types of sex would surely be off the table as well. Oral or anal were far too taboo for someone like her. So fuck it, why not let loose right now?
“Yes, I do!” He gripped Janna’s hips and began thrusting his hips on his own.
Janna squealed at the feeling. Sam was finally acting like more than a cum dispenser.
“Ngh! That’s… the spirit! Yes!” Janna let him have his fun. It felt incredible for her anyways, but she still didn’t want him to orgasm on his own terms. Plus she knew the other girls surely wanted a ride, and she didn’t want to hog it all. “You know, you might not - ngh - even have to cum. You’re probably alrea - ah - already leaking enough of your seed inside of me to start a family!”
Sarah leaned back over Samuel’s face, stealing a kiss from him. She bit his bottom lip as she pulled away. “Wanna fuck me next, please?”
Syndra shoved her head next to his, “no, he wants to fuck me next! I mean who wouldn’t. A pirate captain who’s already seen enough dicks for a lifetime’s worth of sex, or an exotic, powerful mage who rarely lets mere men even look at her divine form. The choice is clear to me.”
“Oh please, Syndra. Don’t act like you’re some fertile saint. I know you’ve fucked plenty of men, and women. I mean we’ve fucked plenty of times alone.” Sarah stuck her tongue out. “And really, who would you want more, someone experienced, who knows how to make you feel like a king. Or some overconfident prude? Oh, wait…”
Samuel couldn’t help but laugh at the girls, and the joke Sarah had made. It was wrong to laugh at the expense of Lux, but that was a good joke. And who was he to say what was right or wrong anymore? His hips were still bucking through it all, though lacking the intensity of when he was focused on it.
Janna was about to cum, and she could tell Samuel was getting close by the way his pulsing shifted. Did she want to risk it? It probably wasn’t a good idea, but it felt so good. She looked towards the nearest girl, Sarah. Her feet were just close enough for Janna to yank. So, with one more balls deep drop, she pulled herself off of him. Samuel let out a pained cry once she freed herself from him, he must have been close. Poor boy.
“Sorry Sammy, can’t have you letting loose too soon.” Janna teased as she grabbed Sarah by her ankles and pulled her off of the bed.
Sarah recovered, spinning and landing on her knees, just like Janna wanted her to. Before she knew it, her mouth was filled with muff. Janna was too close to let go of it, so she’d just use Sarah’s mouth.
Syndra took the opportunity to move closer to Samuel’s cock. She lowered her head towards his tip, watching it pulse with need, releasing drops of seed the whole time. She knew he was close, his breathing was rapid, more so than normal. So she couldn’t hop on just yet, no matter how badly her pussy ached with need. It made her frustrated, but at least she could take it out on good ol’ Sammy here.
He was staring down at her, wishing he had the strength to just grab her head and fuck her face. But he knew better, he didn’t want to make them mad and end the day early. He’d play their game as long as they wanted. No matter how hard it got. That determination was immediately tested as Syndra pursed her lips and moved closer to his dickhead. She blew on it gently, the cool air sending shocks through his dick. He groaned, gripping the bed sheets. His cum had already stained them horribly, and the constant flow of pre just continued to add to it.
Janna cried out as she came, her thighs gripping Sarah’s head like a vice as she forced the woman to guzzle down her quim. It was a great show for Samuel, and did nothing to help his aching need to orgasm. Janna had brought him so close, her pussy was so tight, like nothing he’d felt before. He needed more of it, but they were making sure he wouldn’t finish yet. He groaned as Syndra blew on his dick some more, hearing her chuckle the entire time.
“Alright, pull away Syndra, we don’t want to keep him on the edge, or else we’ll only have a short ride.” Sarah said after catching her breath. Janna had let go of her and was leaning against the padded wall, taking a quick sip of her drink.
Syndra listened, pulling away and standing up. She stood next to Sarah, who was impatiently staring at Sam’s cock. They were both waiting for it to calm down, to stop leaking so much, so they could have some fun of their own. They shared a knowing glance, only one of them would be making it on top of his dick.
“Girls, before you get violent, how about we all just take turns? A couple pumps, then we hop off and the next girl hops on. It’ll be a good way to keep him on edge, and we won’t know who gets the baby batter until the very end.” Janna chimed in.
After a moment, Syndra spoke, “sounds fine to me actually. A little game.” She was sure she was the tightest here, she’d make him orgasm the fastest and she’d get his cum. Then she’d make Janna drink it from her cunt. Yeah, that sounded great.
Sarah nodded eagerly, “sounds great! I wonder which one of us will get the baby! Who would you prefer, Sam?” She turned towards him. His lips remained shut. Okay, he wasn’t that stupid. “Good answer, I guess,” she teased.
Samuel’s cock had finally started calming down. It was still hard and covered in his own pre, of course, but it was clear he wasn’t about to cum. Sarah took the initiative. Syndra reacted too late, by the time she stepped forward Sarah was already mounting Sam. Her hands fell onto his chest, forcing him to stay put as she grinded herself against his manhood. She coated him in a thick layer of her quim, and his head rubbed against her clit perfectly as she bucked her hips on him. It was good, but not as good as penetration.
Shaking her hips seductively, Sarah lifted herself up and lined her entrance up with his dick. For a brief moment, she considered sticking him up her ass. That would have been a shock for him to remember. But that could come later, she wanted him in the right hole.
Sarah didn’t go quite as fast as Janna. She didn’t know how that woman could just sink herself down onto his dick like that. Fortune had to go a bit slower. He was larger than any man she had before, and each time she thought about it she realized just how fucking dumb Lux was. He spread her wider than anything she’d ever experienced, and almost started to fear damage. But it kept going rather smoothly. She reached the halfway point and stopped. Glancing down at Samuel, she saw his eyes were clenched shut and he was clutching the ruined sheets in his hands again. He had no idea what he could do to these girls if he took charge. He could utterly ravage them, have them at his mercy. But he was a good guy, he let them control it, even if Sarah secretly wanted him to take control and fuck her brains out.
Instead she rode him like a cowgirl should, moaning whorishly the whole way through. Her massive tits bounced wildly, aching to be groped by the overwhelmed man underneath her. With every pump she grew braver, sinking lower around his cock, until eventually she felt his groin. He groaned as her ass collided with his balls.
Samuel opened his eyes, this felt too good, it was too much. His hands found Sarah’s wrists, and he was about to pull her against him so he could start fucking alongside her, but Sarah was tugged off of his cock. Not again!
Sarah let out an annoyed grunt as she was forced to step away from that magnificent dick. Syndra stepped up as soon as she pushed Sarah aside. A pang of nervousness hit her, she was nowhere near as accomplished as Sarah was, in terms of fucking at least, and even she had trouble taking the whole thing at first. But she didn’t slow down, she was good at masking her emotions, as long as they were fueled by anger, at least.
Samuel felt relief knowing that it wasn’t entirely over just yet. They wouldn’t force him to take another break, instead he’d just be filling another beautiful hole. And this one happened to be Syndra’s. Her hole, hovering a couple inches from his spewing cockhead, looked utterly tiny. It almost made him nervous that he would break her. Her labia minora was barely even visible between her lips. It made him so hungry, seeing it. He didn’t know if he would rather pound it or eat it. At least he already ate her out, now it was time to fuck her. Or rather, be fucked by her.
Maybe it was some last ditch effort at trying to deflect responsibility. But Sam felt like actually taking control and fucking these girls would be what truly made him a cheater. He knew it was stupid, and that he was obviously already cheating, but maybe it wasn’t as bad this way.
After taking a moment to steel herself, Syndra finally began lowering herself down. She was quite sensitive after edging herself with Sam’s face, so even just his dickhead sent lightning through her body.
“Nngh, fuck.”
“Aww, too much for you Syndra?” Sarah teased. She loved teasing people, though it remained lighthearted, unlike Syndra’s teasing. It felt good to tease her back.
“No, I’m just… getting used to it.” Syndra gritted her teeth as she took a couple more inches.
Janna watched carefully. She knew she was up next, and she wanted his load. Not just his precum, she wanted his full load. She didn’t get it last time, as she was stuck with his mouth around her nipple. No, Sarah and Syndra had already gotten that treat, especially Fortune. It was her turn.
Syndra managed to get halfway down before she had to stop. It felt wonderful, incredible, divine, however she tried to describe it wasn’t good enough. She felt him leaking into her, but she wasn’t afraid of getting pregnant. She had ways of stopping such things. So she started bouncing. It was slow, at first, and she never went further than halfway, out of fear of being irrevocably stretched.
The sensations his manhood sent through her body were too intense to control. Her orgasm was rising rapidly, and she wasn’t going to pull off this time. She’d let her orgasm run its course, relishing in the ecstacy it would bring. At least, that’s what she had planned. But it seemed that Janna had other ideas.
Yes, it was time. His breathing was too rapid, his balls were clenching. He was about to cum. It didn’t take much strength to lift Syndra off of Samuel’s dick, and Janna made sure to do it as fast as possible, she didn’t want his pleasure to ebb. She didn’t want his orgasm to subside. She nearly dropped Syndra onto the floor, the mage’s legs were almost too weak to support her.
“Aw come on! I was so close, Janna! Why couldn’t you wait just a little longer?” Syndra fought to resist the urge to finish herself off as she spoke. She needed Sam to bring her to orgasm.
Sarah reached down, squeezing Sam’s balls gently. “Oh I think I know why.”
“Because it’s my turn to get his load!” Janna didn’t hesitate at all. She sunk herself down, hilting his dick inside of her in a flash, and he came.
He cried out, thankful that the room was soundproof as he shamelessly released his need. Janna was literally milking him with her pussy walls. It was so intense, far better than the first orgasm. He clenched his teeth, clutched the sheets until his knuckles went white, and held his eyes shut as he let it consume him. Time seemed to slow for him. Each painfully strong throb of his cock felt like it lasted for minutes. He imagined what Janna’s insides looked like, utterly filled with his seed. He supposed she’d be getting his babies.
“Oh fuck yes! That’s right Sammy, let it all out into me. Give me every last drop.” Janna’s head was turned upward as she shouted to the heavens. Her hips shook as she came alongside him. Her abdomen was visibly bloated, as his cum couldn’t slip past the air-tight seal his dick made inside of her. It had nowhere to go but into her womb.
The girls watched in awe as Janna pulled herself off of him once their combined orgasm ended. Once his head was free, what seemed like gallons of jizz began spilling from Janna’s hole and onto the carpet. It covered her legs, feet, painting everything in a white sheen of thick, sticky goo.
Samuel could have sworn he blacked out, as the next time he opened his eyes, Janna was off of him. The three girls were lying over the bed, staring at him. Sarah sucked on a nipple. Janna was lapping away at his softened cock, getting every last drop of cum that she could. Syndra was biting his neck gently. He groaned, they weren’t done, were they?
“There you are, welcome back, Sammy.” Sarah released his nipple from her mouth. “Don’t worry, we aren’t done yet. Just waiting for you to get hard again.”
Samuel’s head fell back into the mattress. It was so soft, like a cloud. “So what’s next?” His voice was tired, like he’d just been through a battle.
“Well, there’s one thing we haven’t tried yet.” Sarah’s voice was a bit low, like she was trying to be sneaky. She knew Janna would be down for it, but what about Syndra? From all of their past conversations, she seemed to be a bit nervous about anal. Was she a virgin back there?
“What haven’t we done?” Samuel wasn’t in the best place to be thinking at the moment, but he had trouble trying to think of something. Once he realized what, it was like he had been yanked out of a daze. He was wide awake again. “You don’t mean…”
“Anal. Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
Samuel’s jaw went slack. There was no way she actually meant that. Girls didn’t like anal, did they? Were they just trying to spoil him?
“A-are you sure? I mean I thought, I figured it would… hurt.”
“Oh it does, at first. But it feels like nothing else once you get used to it. Yes, I’m sure. I can’t speak for these two, but I’m sure at least Janna likes it too!.”
Syndra, not one to be outmatched, quickly interjected with a “me too!” Thankfully she hid her instant regret. She’d never actually done anal. And if Sam’s dick was that intense in her pussy, she imagined anal might just kill her.
“And yes, I like anal too. Maybe not as much as Syndra seems to, but it’s nice!” Janna smiled down at Samuel, making sure he knew she was truly okay with it.
“Well, with that settled, what do you say girls? Same system as before so we don’t fight? This cock is too big for just one of us.”
“Sure.” Syndra said.
Janna nodded eagerly.
“Perfect.” Sarah seemed to be the greediest of the three. Well, the greediest for his cock. Janna was without a doubt addicted to his cum. But Fortune was already mounting his dick, this time facing the other way, so that her bubble butt was displayed for him. She settled herself down on his lap, cramming his cock in between her cheeks. She flexed each glute separately, letting each give his dick a gentle squeeze. “Come on, Sammy. I know you want to touch it. Do what you want while I ride you.”
With that, she raised herself up, until his dick was freed from her cheeks, and pressed against her tiny, brownish backdoor. His dick was still utterly drenched in the various fluids it had been in contact with. Spit, jizz and quim was more than enough to let it slip inside of her rear. She cooed as the head entered, and took a moment to adjust to the strong sensations.
Samuel bucked his hips reactively, forcing a gasp from Sarah. He wanted to apologize, but instead he gripped her cheeks, squeezing each in his hands. They were like dough, just as incredible as he imagined. Her asshole was obscenely stretched around his cock, but she didn’t show any signs of pain. Quite the opposite actually. With each inch, a moan would escape her lips.
Syndra stared anxiously at the scene before her. That looked entirely painful. How could Sarah be enjoying that? At first, she assumed that Sarah was faking it, putting on a show to get Samuel off, but upon closer inspection she realized just how wet the woman was. Janna noticed too, and dove in between the woman’s legs. She swapped between Sam’s balls and Sarah’s cunt. The woman’s face was one of absolute pleasure, not an ounce of pain was visible. Syndra bit her lip. She’d let Janna go next. And maybe she’d start with something smaller inside of her butt. She would never admit it, but she never even put a finger in there before. Maybe she’d sit on Sam’s face, let him eat her ass. A safe and easy introduction. Or perhaps his finger. She didn’t know. It all made her nervous, which was rare. She was never nervous, what was wrong with her? If the other girls could do it, so could she!
Before she could make up her mind, Sarah hilted herself on his rod. She gasped as her friend was filled to the brim. Sarah looked at her, noticing the shock.
“What, scared?”
Syndra cleared her throat, “no! I’m just surprised you could handle it.”
“Sure hon, we’ll see when it’s your turn.”
Syndra didn’t want to look weaker than them. Perhaps she should have been the next one on, shoving Janna away and just taking it in all at once. To just get it over with.
Again, before her mind was made up, Sarah pulled herself off of his manhood and hopped off of the bed. Janna was already climbing on him before Syndra could take a step forward. It was almost a relief, really, if not for Sarah’s teasing.
Janna was eager to feel what Sarah had, it looked like it felt great. She positioned herself in the same way Fortune had, facing her ass towards Samuel for him to ogle, or grope. She spread her cheeks, revealing her pink, perfectly clean hole to him.
“Do you like what you see, Sammy? The final place you haven’t explored. It’ll blow you away.”
Samuel blushed, Janna was always sweet, even when she teased him. “I love it.”
That was all Janna needed to sink herself down and spear herself on his cock. She winced at first, as she had taken it faster than Sarah, but she rolled with it, letting it slip deeper inside of her. Fuck, it was so big. That was becoming a repetitive thought, but she was overwhelmed by it each time she swallowed, touched, or rode his dick. This couldn’t be the only night they did this, no way. He was too good to let go of.
No matter how much Samuel loved Lux, this was too good to let go of. This couldn’t be the only night they did this, there was absolutely no way. Lux would never do this for him, and he needed release. If this was what he would have to do for it, then so be it.
Janna bounced on his rod, letting her cheeks jiggle for his enjoyment. She smiled when she felt his hands finally grope her behind. She leaned back, lying her back against Samuel’s chest, bucking her hips alongside him, letting him take some control. She turned her head, grabbing his head as she reached her arm under his chin, and kissed him. They moaned into each other, tongues intertwining. His hand found one of her breasts, and he squeezed lovingly. Suddenly, something shifted, and Janna noticed something different about him. His breathing was growing rapid, and his thrusts more eager. He was about to cum. But she’d only just begun. Was it the intimacy? Is that what got his rocks off the most? Not anal, deepthroating, or vaginal, but intimacy? That was adorable. But she couldn’t let him pop yet, no matter how much she enjoyed it. She sat back up, giving a couple more, strong thrusts that sent every inch of him inside of her, and then hopped off of him. She had trouble walking, and leaned against the wall.
“Wow, you’re incredible Sam,” she said matter-of-factly. “Okay Syndra, your turn!” She hadn’t noticed the teasing between the other two girls, or how nervous Syndra had become at the prospect.
“You are afraid, that’s okay, there’s no need to be shy. We’re all friends here.” Sarah put a hand on Syndra’s shoulder. “And if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine. Lux wouldn’t do it either, you know.”
Nerves were replaced by anger in a swift wave of spite. “No, I’m not afraid. I’m going to do it.” She stepped forward confidently, turning around as to sit on Samuel’s lap as it hung off the edge of the bed. She kept her legs together as she lowered herself down, remaining lady-like. Once she felt the massive cockhead impact her tiny, untouched, pink star, she stopped. She sighed, trying to appear annoyed as opposed to fearful. “It’s just, I haven’t exactly done anal before.”
“Oh, really? I had no idea. Oh my, this is quite the task then.” Janna stepped up to the mage. Sarah approached her other side as well. Though she was less concerned, instead simply basking in her friends’ fear. It was rare for Syndra to be like this. Janna fully intended to help her out, but Sarah just wanted to get a closer look at the show.
“It’s okay, she doesn’t have to do it.” Samuel said.
“Hush! I’m going to do it. I don’t need you to tell me what I can or can’t do.” Syndra hadn’t intended to be so rude, but she was having a bit of trouble controlling her nerves at the moment. And Samuel understood.
“Here, I know you don’t need it, but I would like to help you out.,” Janna said.
After a moment of silent deliberation, Syndra nodded, “okay.”
“Good. Now, firstly,” Janna reached down, gently spreading Syndra’s legs, “it’s easier if you stretch your legs out. Keeping them together just makes you tighter.” Next, she reached down, gripping Samuel’s manhood and giving it a couple of pumps. Like clockwork, he was soon spewing precum right against Syndra’s hole. “Just a little added lubrication.” Janna said.
Janna stepped back. “Okay, now you want to push with your ass just as he presses against you, then lower yourself down. That will help him enter more smoothly. You’ll want a mix of pushing and then relaxing, no clenching, no matter how natural it may feel to do so.”
“Okay.” Now that she was being helped, the nervousness was clearer in her voice.
Samuel sat up, placing a hand on Syndra’s shoulder. “You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. No one’s gonna judge.”
“I’m doing it.” Syndra said. Her petty need to be superior gave her the motivation to finally press her weight down. She and Samuel gasped together.
Samuel flexed his dick, keeping it as rigid and hard as possible. He felt Syndra pushing against him, trying to beckon his head inside. Once the head was in, the rest would soon follow. But it was slow, labored, and filled with grunts and gasps. Mostly from Syndra’s end. But she was tenacious, Samuel gave her that. She never stopped for more than a few seconds before pushing herself down again. And progress was being made.
Sarah cheered her on alongside Janna. Syndra couldn’t lie, it actually made her want to keep going more than her arrogance.
Syndra was incredibly tight around Samuel’s dickhead. She had actually managed to get most of his head inside, with just the last, largest bit still on the outside.
“Hey, you want me to give you a hand?” Samuel asked.
“Nngh, sure.”
Samuel sat up, placing his hands back on Syndra’s shoulders. He didn’t push her down with them, instead using it as a support as he began pushing his hips upward. She was being too careful with it, she needed a push, or else this would have taken forever.
Syndra hissed, but didn’t resist. She even managed to keep herself from clenching her ring, instead relaxing her hole while trying to push every so often. In moments, Samuel’s head fully slipped inside. The girls cheered.
“See Syndra, I knew you could do it!” Janna smiled at the mage.
“Atta’ girl!” Sarah gave her a pat on the back, making sure it was at an angle to shove her down Samuel’s rod just a little bit more.
Syndra tried to smile back, but the sensations were too overwhelming for her to stop grimacing. It didn’t entirely hurt, she had to admit. That pain was subsiding slowly as her hole got accustomed to being stretched so wide. Though she couldn’t exactly say it was pleasurable just yet.
Samuel, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. This was the tightest hole of the bunch, naturally, and it was almost painful trying to push his dick deeper. But he made progress all the same, pushing deeper into her smoldering hot depths. He could tell she wasn’t going to be doing much on her own, it must have been a lot for her to take. That didn’t mean he was willing to wait though, no, for the first time, he wanted to take control. But he knew to be polite and ask first, he wasn’t some animal or anything. Just a cheater.
“Mind if I take control, Syndra?”
“Sure, go ahead…”
Samuel reached under her legs, lifting her up as gently as he could.
The girls gasped, half surprised that he could lift her with such ease, even though he was toned. This was the first time he took command all day. They were more than a bit jealous Syndra was the one to get the treatment. But the other reason for the gasp was that they thought he was about to start fucking her while holding her up like a doll, but he didn’t. Instead he turned around, gently placing her onto the bed with her ass in the air. She pulled a pillow into her hand with her mind, and put it under her, trying to hide the fact that she was biting it.
Samuel gently spread her legs a bit, just enough to hopefully make it more comfortable for her, and, with his dickhead still in her ass, began pressing forward. Progress was far faster this time, and far more intense for both parties. Syndra had a mouthful of pillow to hopefully muffle her moans, but Samuel was open with his. His mouth hung open, a long, drawn-out moan escaping his mouth as he pressed further. Janna took the opportunity to push her tongue inside of his mouth and force him into a kiss. He welcomed it with open arms. As they made out, his hand found her plump behind, giving it a firm squeeze, before diving between her cheeks. Janna let out a surprised squeal when his finger slipped into her backdoor.
Sarah didn’t want to be left out, so she grabbed his hand and put it on her ass. He happily shoved it forward and dug into her asshole as well.
“Mmm, quite the anal freak all of a sudden, aren’t ya?”
Samuel grunted in response, refusing to pull away from Janna’s embrace. He kept his fingers in pace with his hips, thrusting into each of the girls’ rears at the same time. Syndra began growing louder, the pillow unable to muffle her cries as he drove deeper.
Sarah slipped a finger under Samuel’s balls, finding Syndra’s pussy. It was utterly drenched, she was secretly loving this. That made her feel better, as she had recently grown concerned that Syndra simply wasn’t enjoying the anal. Fortune was glad she was enjoying it, or at least her cunt was. She slipped a finger lower, finding Syndra’s clit. She was met with a loud, muffled cry from the mage. Perfect.
Janna pushed her ass back with each pump, driving more of Sam’s finger into her butt until it reached the third knuckle. She wanted him to shove more in, but this had turned into Syndra’s experience, not theirs, and that was okay. She already got to guzzle his jizz, and she supposed that would have to be enough. Though, as she thought about it, this would likely be the last act of the night. Shouldn’t the final act be between all of them, together? A real, grandiose event to blow Samuel’s mind? That sounded right. She pulled away from his kiss and grasp, tapping Sarah on the shoulder and ushering her away to tell her what she was thinking.
Samuel didn’t mind being able to return his focus to Syndra. The woman was clearly enjoying it, no matter how she tried to hide it, or hide from it. He wanted more from her, and drove himself to the hilt with a sharp thrust. For the first time, his cock was fully lodged in her backdoor. He leaned over her, grabbing her neck and pulling her up. She followed his tugs, gasping as her mouth was freed from the pillow. She was pulled until she was sitting straight up, her back against Samuel’s chest. He turned her head, pulling her into a kiss as he went back to thrusting. He was about to cum, and he wanted this one to be the best orgasm of the night.
His hand found her breast, squeezing and pinching it as he pounded into her behind. Syndra was gushing, the experience had fully turned into one of pleasure. The pain was gone. Samuel groaned into her moaning mouth. She came, he was right behind her. Her asshole flexed in response to her quaking cunt, squeezing and milking his shaft. It was all too much, and thankfully he didn’t care to try and last long this time. He embraced his orgasm, giving one last pump before he would release it all into her.
Suddenly, he was tugged away from Syndra, his cock popping free from her hole as she fell forward onto the bed, quaking uncontrollably. It was a rather hard yank, and he wasn’t prepared for it at all. Thankfully he landed on one of the couches. His dick was spewing pre, pulsing madly as it looked like it was about to burst. He couldn’t take it, his hand darted out to finish himself off, but Janna caught it. Sarah grabbed the other one, pinning it to his chest.
“Sorry Sam, wait!” Sarah looked him in the eye. Surely neither her nor Janna’s massive tits were helping the situation, as Samuel’s eyes fell to them.
“What?” He asked, rather annoyed that his orgasm had been postponed again.
“Okay, sorry for being abrupt, but this isn’t the way we should end the night!” Janna said. “We should do something special with you, from all of us.” She glanced back at Syndra, who seemed to be comatose. “Er, after Syndra recovers, of course.”
“We promise it will be special, and you’ll love it!” Sarah said. “Just don’t cum, okay? I’ll get Syndra up.”
Samuel nodded. This was like a fever dream, and he just rolled with the punches. His cock pulsed painfully, but he listened to them, avoiding his dick once they let him go and headed towards Syndra. His eyes were glued to their asses. He had just been inside of each of them. He groaned, he didn’t want this night to end. This couldn’t be the only time he experienced something like this. No way would he stand for that.
Syndra was roused from her post-orgasm haze far sooner than she would have liked. It was Sarah, tugging her arm. Janna was next to her, looking excited as usual. They wanted to do more, how much else could this poor boy handle? When she learned he hadn’t orgasmed yet she understood. Then, once they told her what they planned, she couldn’t disagree. It was the perfect way to end the night. She was just happy she finally got to get off.
Samuel’s loins were on fire, but he resisted touching himself. He knew it would be worth it. If he had learned anything on this day, it was that these girls knew what was best for him. His eyes were half shut, heavy from all the exertion. When he reopened them, the girls were surrounding him yet again. He was surprised to see Syndra up and about so soon after such an intense experience.
“So what now?” He asked.
“Now we give you one more treat.” Janna said. The girls lowered themselves, breasts still hanging free as they pushed them out and towards his face. Samuel went for a kiss, but they pulled away, falling to their knees around his manhood.
His heart raced. All three of these girls were hovering just next to his dick, their breasts barely an inch from his aching rod.
“Hush now, little Sammy. Let us give you one last treat.” Sarah spoke gently, before blowing lightly on his dickhead. Another drop of pre. He must have lost gallons by now.
As if they were waiting for that spurt of pre to signal them to begin, they pushed forward. Janna was the most eager, of course, but the other girls were more than happy to give him one more show to remember the night by. They pressed their breasts together, mashing them around his dick. Every girl got a piece. Syndra was on his left, Janna in the middle, and Sarah on the right. It was just a pool of tit flesh around his cock, almost like putty. He wouldn’t last long in his current state. Not with something like this.
They didn’t have any structure or order to the way they moved. Each girl was acting on her own, rubbing, bouncing, squeezing their breasts around his dick. Every inch of his shaft was experiencing immense pleasure. The sensations all the more intense by the fact that he was so pent up.
“Sammy, is this a good gift? We thought mashing our tits together around your massive bitch breaker would be a good way to end the night. A good way to show you what real appreciation is like.” Sarah breathed heavily as she bounced her tits up and down for him.
Sam was speechless, awestruck by the depravity before him. These girls were utterly shameless, they loved his cock so much. They loved him so much, didn’t they? His ‘bitch breaker’ was being worshiped so lovingly. He smiled, this is what he wanted. He couldn’t lose this. They were talking like this was the only time they’d do this, surely it wasn’t
“We have to… do this again.” Samuel could barely form words. Pleasure was overwhelming every facet of his being.
The girls laughed, but didn’t stop moving. “Aww, you’re so sweet. That’s all up to you, hon.”
If it was up to him he’d do this every week. Take a day to just relax, unwind, destress, and fuck the shit out of these lovely ladies. But he didn’t want to leave Lux. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about that though. His focus returned to the sensational triple titjob he was receiving. He groaned, no need to hold his orgasm back anymore.
The girls noticed his breathing, his pulsing, and went harder. Their tits slapped against his groin, massaging his dick from all angles. Next came their tongues, each one dancing around his cockhead, making him cry out in pleasure. He was about to cum, the pleasure was too much to handle. The first rope of cum nearly reached the ceiling, and fell into Sarah’s hair. The next one landed on Syndra’s nose. After which came a torrent, another fountain, like the first. It sprayed each girl equally. Some landed in Janna’s open mouth, others in her eye, gluing it shut. Syndra coughed as she somehow managed to get some in her nose. Sarah caught most with her tits and face, but she licked what managed to land on her face.
The couch was soaked, covered in the white, sticky goo. Some flew in the other direction, landing on Sam or missing him outright and sticking to the soundproof padding. It continued almost endlessly. Samuel’s eyes were shut, he was barely able to handle the pressure. He was on the verge of passing out from it all.
The girls squealed in delight as they were coated in his seed. Janna tried to drink most of it, but their tits were utterly soaked in it by the end. It was too much for her to keep up with. Syndra embraced his cum this time, instead of shying away from it like before. Janna pulled her into a kiss, swapping jizz with their tongues and swallowing the loads down together. Sarah, not one to be left out, drove her face into Janna’s tits, slurping up all the sperm she could get. Sure, she didn’t love the taste, but it was more about the show, if Samuel was even conscious enough to watch.
They stayed like that for a while. Samuel, nearly comatose, began regaining feeling in his limbs. No longer paralyzed by his orgasm, he looked around. The girls were kissing, licking, and swapping cum from each other's bodies. He groaned. This is how they were cleaning up. Janna noticed he wasn’t getting any treatment, and leaned down, taking long licks along his pecs, lapping up every ounce of ball batter from his body. Sarah dropped down to clean his lower body, his thighs, hips, and most importantly, his cock. Syndra had had her fill of the taste, and resorted to flicking globs off of her body.
Once they were all suitably ‘cleaned,’ the girls stood. Sam was still seated, it was a lot to comprehend.
“Well, Sammy, that was wonderful. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.” Sarah said.
“We’ll be at the bar, gotta rehydrate after so much… strenuous activity.” Janna blew him a kiss as she started towards the door.
“Feel free to join us. This doesn’t have to be the only time we do this.” Syndra followed close behind Janna.
Sarah was the last to leave, “might even invite some other Star Guardians next time.” She winked at him.
“I’ll… I’ll be out there in a sec. Just need to… comprehend everything, I guess.”
Sarah chuckled. “Take your time, we’ll be waiting for you.” She blew him a kiss, then quickly planted one on his cockhead and left him on his own.
And I will be joining you.
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Title: (Commission) Star Struck
Chapter title: Star-Struck
Story Description:
During a new years party at the Valoran City College, a reclusive nerd steals the attention of three girls he's been crushing on. After learning of his love for the Star Guardians, Ahri, Janna and Xayah decide to spend the day with him. After being taken to Ahri's dorm, the nerd soon learns these girls are far more special than he thought.
Games: League of Legends
Story Content:
“Can we just… go somewhere else?” Xayah eyed the crowd wearily. There were too many people, all stuffed into one classroom. “Like the hallway, or the bathroom, or the janitor’s closet.”
“Anywhere but here, huh?” Ahri hummed.
“Told you I hate crowds.”
Ahri waved to a friend, who was sitting on a desk at the back of the classroom, surrounded by classmates. Ahri knew every single one of them, and would have joined them, but she told Xayah she’d stick with her. The vastayan was still considered the ‘new girl’ in school – though she’d already been here for a few months – and hadn’t really found a group she clicked with outside of the Star Guardians.. Ahri knew this and decided to stick with her for the duration of the party. She had initially wanted to help her to branch out and meet more people, but it was clear Xayah had no interest. She was happy with the clique she was already in. The Start Guardians were like a family and always stuck together and that was all she wanted.
Xayah stood nearest the exit, arms crossed. It had taken quite a bit of convincing for Xayah to even attend the school party, but using it as an excuse to simply waste time with her friends instead of studying wasn’t a bad idea. Rakan – who she only ever got to see on the odd weekend – told her he couldn’t make it to the party, choosing to be responsible and study instead. But he told her not to worry about him and to have a good time. And so she was here, wishing to be almost anywhere else. Thankfully though, Ahri conceded and agreed to move.
Most of the time Ahri and Janna and a few of the other Guardians were good enough company for her. The other Guardians were okay most of the time, but Ahri and Janna were the ones who brought her into the fold, and so she sort of just stuck with them whenever she could. It was these two that made the Guardians feel like a family. Lux did that too, but she was just too much to deal with.
The trio exited the classroom only to find that the hallway was almost just as crowded as the classroom had been. Students gathered around plastic tables, drinks in hand. Some were making out, others were adding more decorations along the walls and ceiling. Confetti coated the floor. Students wore hats celebrating the new year, and from the ceiling dangled countless ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR’ proclamations. Xayah had no idea why they were still adding more.
They stalked through the halls, trying with great difficulty to avoid getting called over or meeting people. Ahri was often forced to respond to waves or hugs. She was given some fruit punch in a styrofoam cup as well, which she dumped into a trash can when out of sight of the giver. This was one of the downsides of being the most popular person in the college.
They passed a closet, which Xayah stopped in front of and gestured towards. “I meant what I said.”
Janna snorted and kept walking beside Ahri, “we’ll find somewhere to go. See, the crowd’s thinning already.” She wasn’t wrong. It was growing incrementally thinner.
Each of them wore a school uniform consisting of a dark, long sleeve shirt, a tie, and a red skirt that nearly reached their knees. Xayah wore dark leggings under hers, and was naturally barefoot, but the other two wore matching heeled boots.
Ahri’s tails were hidden, as they were most of the time she was out in public. They were just a hassle to worry about, especially in school, and were a trademark of her identity as a Star Guardian. Her brown hair flowed freely down her back, and her fluffy ears poked out from atop her head. She couldn’t hide those, not that she wanted to.
Janna’s hair was blonde, and slightly longer than Ahri’s. She often found it uncomfortable to have her hair drooping down her back instead of floating in the air as she normally had it. She also hated wearing shoes. The perils of hiding your identity.
Xayah’s hair was a deep red. Her locks were curly, reaching her shoulders, and a thick bang covered one of her eyes. She had the largest ears of anyone in the group, and this, as well as her clawed, avian feet, were the biggest threats to her hidden identity as a Star Guardian. They were tall and fluffy, and Ahri loved to rub them. So did Rakan, or anyone she was with, really.
They reached the end of the hall and, after taking a look through the window in the nearest door, found a vacant classroom. Xayah was the first to enter and sighed in relief as she stepped inside, as if she could finally breathe again. Janna was eager to let her hair – and feet – flow up into the air.
Ahri glanced across the room, before noticing someone in the corner, and quickly gave Janna an elbow. She landed back on the ground softly, as did her hair drape itself over her back, and she followed Ahri’s gaze. There was a student here. He was sitting at the desk furthest from the door, tucked away in the corner, alone. He was reading a book.
“Good thing he isn’t looking,” Janna whispered.
Xayah turned to leave the room, but the other two remained still. She stopped and looked back, “let's go, no need to disturb him.”
“But I’ve never seen him before.” Ahri raised a finger to her lip as she studied the student.
“Me neither.” Janna chimed.
“So? He’s probably just some geek. That’s why.”
“He’s kinda cute though.” Janna continued.
The student set the book down and placed his head in his hands.
“He looks sad.”
“Who cares?”
Ahri was already heading towards him, with Janna following behind. Xayah rolled her eyes and let out a little huff before joining them.
Ahri reached the student first, standing a foot or so away from him. She tapped lightly on the desk. After he gave no response, she realized he was wearing ear buds. She tapped again, harder this time, in the hopes that he’d notice the vibrations. When even this didn’t work, Janna pursed her lips and gently blew on him. The small gust of wind curved, before knocking his earbud free.
The student jolted from his sulk and, when reaching for the fallen ear bud, finally realized there were three women standing in front of him. “Shit,” he blurted.
“Hey.”
“Uh, am I in your way? Sorry.” The man grabbed his book and began to rise from the chair, keeping his eyes low.
“Yeah, we’re trying to find some privacy.” Xayah was leaning back against one of the nearby desks, arms folded over her chest once again.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” he rose from his chair, face flushed.
“No no, she’s kidding, sorry about that.” Ahri chuckled, trying to calm the panicked boy. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he froze. “I’ve just never seen you before, that’s all.”
His heart was racing and he tried desperately to compose himself. He glanced up at Ahri for a moment, then to Janna, then to Xayah. Yep, it was really them. “Oh, well uh, I guess I’m e-easy to miss.” he stammered.
“Sure are when you hide in a classroom to read during a party. Why even come in the first place?” Xayah prodded.
Before the student could respond, Janna cut in, “cool it Xayah.” she turned to the boy, whose face was still downturned and mostly hidden beneath his brown locks, “she’s still kidding. Just likes to tease people, for some reason.”
“Haha… no it’s fine, really, I’ll go.”
“Shush.” Ahri said, standing in his way.
The boy’s eyes widened in shock momentarily and he finally met her gaze, “what?”
“We didn’t interrupt you to make you leave, or to mock you,” Ahri shot a glare at Xayah, “we just wanted to meet you, that’s all.” she sat down backwards at the desk in front of him, straddling the back of the attached chair. She placed her chin in her hands and stared at him, “what’s your name?”
“Uh, N-Nick. I’m Nick.”
“Hi, Nick. I’m Ahri.”
“I know- I mean, nice to meet you.”
Ahri beamed and gestured to the other women, “and you know who these are as well?”
“Yes, of course. Janna and Xayah.” he nodded to them.
“Nice to meet you, Nick.” Janna smiled at him.
“Yep.” Xayah wasn’t looking at him.
“You seemed sad when we entered. Is there something bothering you?” Ahri asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just school stuff,” he tried to brush it off.
“No need to be reserved. We could tell it was more than that.” Janna squatted down at eye level next to him. “We won’t tease you about anything, right Xayah?”
“Whatever.”
It was clear that Nick wasn’t used to this kind of attention, or probably any at all. He didn’t know how to respond when someone talked to him, especially three of the most beautiful women on the campus, even the whole city. “Well, I don’t know. Just uh, worried about the city, I guess.”
“The city? But the Star Guardians will protect it, I’m sure.”
“I don’t know… with the recent attacks. I mean, I love the Star Guardians, really. But I guess I just don’t feel as safe anymore. Things seemed a little close last time.”
“Yeah but they won, didn’t they?” Xayah finally turned to look at the man.
“Yeah, of course they did. It’s just, I don’t know.”
“Hit a little too close to home?” Ahri suggested.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Nick. I mean, they could be in this very school, you know. They’ll keep you, and the city, safe.”
“Yeah,” Nick chuckled, “I like to imagine that. That they’re here, hiding amongst the other, lame students. But there’s no way. They’d be too cool for us. Or really I mean me, not you three. Too cool for guys like me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“What? I mean, come on, I’m just some nerd. The Star Guardians are on a whole nother level, right? Nah, they’d stick out too much. Everyone would recognize them.” Nick was meeting their gazes now, though his sheepishness wasn’t entirely gone. He settled in his seat, placing the book back down on the desk.
Janna shrugged, “I don’t know. I like to think they’re pretty normal. Just like us, and you, trying to make it through school.”
“While also saving the world.” Nick shook his head. “Gosh, can you imagine how much pressure that must be? The stress of college and the weight of the world on your shoulders? I don’t know how they do it…”
“You really are a fan.” Ahri said.
“Absolutely!” Nick proclaimed, a little too loudly, “but isn’t everyone?”
“Probably not.”
“Eh, you’d have to be crazy not to like the Star Guardians.” Nick shrugged.
Ahri looked at Janna, their eyes locking in some kind of telepathic agreement. “Well, enough about that, let’s do something fun.”
“Okay, have fun.” Nick grabbed his book and began searching for the page he was on.
“Huh? No, dummy, we’re taking you with us.” Xayah said.
Nick froze. “What?”
“Yeah, c’mon. We were trying to find somewhere away from all the others, and I think I have the perfect idea now. Follow me.” Ahri reached out to him, closing and opening her hand to signal him to grab it.
Nick’s body reacted faster than his mind and he took her hand in his. It was so warm, so smooth. The temperature in the room seemed to suddenly rise and he cleared his throat and rose from his seat, “oh, okay.” His book lay forgotten on the desk as he was led out of the classroom.
They walked for a time, sometimes in silence, but mostly making small talk.
“So how long have you lived here?” Janna asked.
“Valoran City?”
“Yeah.”
“My whole life.”
“And this college?”
“This is my second year.”
“I’m just surprised none of us have met you before.”
“I don’t necessarily try to be seen.”
“Loner type, huh?” Xayah inquired.
“I guess so.”
It took far too long for Nick to realize that he was being led to the female dorms. Most of the time spent walking he spent in silence, trying to wrap his head around exactly what was going on. But most of the time he just looked at the girls in front of him. Their faces, their chests, their skirts. He caught himself doing this several times and would try, but ultimately fail, at controlling himself. When he finally did realize where he was heading there must have been some shift in his posture or something because all of the girls noticed it too.
“Don’t worry, we don’t bite, much.” Xayah teased.
Nick cleared his throat again, “haha, I’m not worried.”
“Sure buddy.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,’ Ahri was leading the group, “we’re just gonna hang out, maybe play some games.” she looked back at Nick as they reached the door to her room, “just didn’t like the idea of you spending the party alone.” She unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Not that we’re doing this out of pity or anything. It’s not like that. You seem cool and we want to hang out with you.”
Nick chuckled nervously and stepped inside at Ahri’s behest. He looked around the room, partly expecting some kind of prank, but none presented itself. The room was more spacious than his, nearly twice the size. She’d probably been given a dorm this big because she was rich or something. He took a moment to drink it in. The walls were white and the room was spotless. Her bed was a queen size and the silk sheets were tucked in and the pink fleece blanket was folded neatly atop it. Across from the bed was her computer desk, with organized notebooks and a cup full of pencils and pens. The floor was nearly completely covered by a soft, white rug.
“Nice place.”
“Thanks, it’s expensive.”
“I bet.”
Nick glanced over to her bed, and to the poster above it. It seemed that Ahri too was a fan of the Star Guardians. The poster displayed the famous scene of the Guardians streaking across the night sky like shooting stars. Each one a different color than the rest.
Nick was next led into the kitchenette.
“Wow, even a kitchen?”
“A bathroom too. It wasn’t as easy as you think to get this suite, but it’s mine.” Ahri sounded proud, rightfully so.
The floor of the kitchenette was of spotless tile, nearly clean enough to reflect the room around it. Ahri opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle. The label was in some foreign language Nick couldn’t read, but it looked both expensive and alcoholic.
“You drink?”
Nick shook his head, “I don’t, sorry.”
“No worries. We hardly drink. In fact I don’t really know why I got this.” Ahri studied the translucent bottle before shrugging and unscrewing the lid. She poured its contents into the sink before raising it, now empty, and gave it a little shake in Nick’s direction. “Ever played Spin the Bottle?”
“Haha… no.”
“Ever played Truth or Dare?”
“Not since I was little.”
“Ever been to a party before?” Xayah asked.
“Not before today. I don’t really like crowds.”
“Me neither,” Xayah gave the man a rough pat on the back and smirked when he flinched.
“Well, you know the rules to Spin the Bottle, right?”
“You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to do something.” Janna said.
“Yeah, I know about it.”
“Okay well I wanna play a mix of the two. Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare.”
Xayah laughed out loud. She looked to Ahri, who winked back at her. She knew exactly where this was going to head, and so did Janna. It always did when this game was involved. It was a particular favorite of Ahri’s A good way to break the ice, so to speak. Though it was obvious where this was going from the start, really. Xayah should have caught on to it sooner.
Xayah gave Nick a quick once-over with her eyes. Sure, he was kinda cute. He was cleaned, his outfit well-maintained. She doubted he had much muscle under that shirt, but at least he wasn’t a slob or something. He was clean-shaven, and his curly brown hair was clearly maintained. And being a cute, shy nerd meant he would be easy to dominate. Xayah shook her head. This boy was about to have the time of his life.
“Alright…” Ahri bit her lip, eyes up. She was thinking about something.
“Is something wrong?” Nick asked.
Ahri sighed before staring directly at Nick, eyes suddenly more intense than he was comfortable with. “Can you keep a secret?”
“What?”
“Can you keep a secret? A really important secret?”
“Uh, I don’t know. Yeah?”
“Are you sure?”
“If it’s so important, yes I can.”
“Promise?” “I promise.”
Ahri visibly relaxed, the intensity removed from her person. She smiled, giddy and bounced on her tiptoes. She looked at Janna, who nodded, then Xayah, who rolled her eyes. The two women walked around behind Ahri and turned to face Nick. They were all staring at him now and he began to grow very uncomfortable very fast.
“Uh, what’s going on?”
Ahri placed the bottle on the floor and raised her hand into the air. Nothing happened at first, but after a few moments she began to glow. Dust, pink dust began to rise and flitter around her. Her features began to disappear. Her clothes, then her hands, body, face. Nick stared, paralyzed, eyes darting over her body. She seemed to be made of the cosmos itself, little stars and space composed her body now. A ring of light began to lower itself over her, coming from somewhere beyond the ceiling. It traveled over her hand, then sped up, returning her skin and features, and new garments in its wake. Her hand was now gloved in white.
A glowing, pink orb appeared and whisked past Nick’s head, before entering Ahri’s chest. A gem formed in its place, then a corset, then a tight top, then a pink skirt. Down to her legs, now covered in white leggings, and to her shoes, white heels, all with the same red-gold trim. Nick couldn’t believe his eyes.
Ahri’s face returned, her eyes now purple and hair blonde. Tails, nine of them, stretched out as if to envelop her. She stood proud, smiling at Nick, before summoning a blue orb of energy to her hand.
Nick was speechless. Xayah snapped her fingers and went about a similar transformation, though her colors were different. White was still the most prevalent color, but the trim was cyan and gold. Her skirt was dark pink with a cyan trim. Her hair was a gorgeous mixture of cyan and a pink so dark it was nearly purple. The gem at her chest was cyan as well.
Janna transformed next, purple and white and gold. Her hair rose from her back and into the air, tied together into a thick ponytail. Its color transformed as well, turning to that deep purple that Nick immediately recognized. A few of these purple locks hung down to frame her sharp facial features.
They stood there, all eyes on Nick. Xayah was smirking. Nick was awestruck, slack jawed, frozen. He was in a room with three Star Guardians. This was a dream, obviously. And now that he was conscious of the dream, he would wake up.
“You uh… gonna say anything?” Ahri was the first to break the silence.
Why wasn’t he waking up?
“I think we broke him,” Xayah snickered.
“Maybe he should sit down,” Janna floated over to him and led him gently to the bed and sat him down.
Nick swallowed and finally blinked. “You’re real?”
“Nope. You’re hallucinating. Psychosis.” Xayah continued to tease the boy.
“Shush,” Ahri stepped forward and squatted down in front of Nick. She grabbed his hands and spoke softly, “Nick, this is real. We’re all three Star Guardians. It’s a secret. We just wanted to show you that we’re here, and we will protect this city. You know, it isn’t every day that we get to meet our biggest fan.”
Janna sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “you okay?”
Nick blinked again and shook his head, “uh, yeah, I think so.”
“It’s a lot, we know. Just don’t pass out on us.”
Nick chuckled at that and nodded. He looked back at Janna, “I’m okay now, really. Just a bit starstruck.”
“No pun intended.” “No pun intended.”
Xayah gave the bottle a little kick and it rolled across the rug and stopped against Nick’s foot. “We gonna spin the bottle?”
“I, uh, I mean, really? Just gonna play spin the bottle, with three Star Guardians?”
“Yep, you sure are.” Ahri sat on the floor and used the bed to push herself backwards. “And please, just treat us like normal people. There’s a reason we keep this a secret,” she winked at him.
Xayah sat on the floor next, then Janna. Xayah put the bottle between them and they waited for Nick to move. He caught himself and gave a short apology before sinking to the floor.
“So, who’s going first?” Ahri asked.
Janna reached for the bottle, but paused halfway. She let her arm rest in her lap again and pursed her lips. In a moment, the bottle began to spin. She caught Nick’s excited expression and gave him a little wink. He blushed.
The bottle spun and spun, before eventually slowing and stopping at Nick. Xayah smirked and gave Janna a knowing look. Ahri acted normal, eyes on Nick as he sat up straighter. Just his luck that it’d land on him first. He cursed silently and looked around at the girls surrounding him. Everyone was looking at him.
“Well?” Janna broke the silence, “truth or dare?”
“Uh, truth.”
“Boooring.”
“No way I’m gonna pick dare first,” Nick chuckled nervously at Xayah, before looking back at Janna. He awaited her question.
Janna figured she’d start with an innocent question. She didn’t want to scare the boy off. It was a careful game that they were playing, and required precision to keep the night moving toward its destination. “Well then, Nick, what subject are you majoring in?”
Oh thank goodness, an easy question. “Ah, well I’m studying both English and Computer Science, but I’m not sure which I’m going to go for yet.”
“It’s good to plan carefully. Not just rushing into one thing not fully knowing if you’re going to like it enough. Smart.”
“Thanks.”
After a short moment of silence, Janne gestured to the bottle, “your turn.”
“Oh,” Nick reached forward and gave the bottle a twist. It didn’t spin nearly as long as it had when Janna blew on it, which should have potentially given Nick some inkling of suspicion, but it did not. The only thing Nick felt was a rush of adrenaline when he saw where the bottle was pointing when it stopped.
Xayah looked him in the eye, squinting slyly. “Dare.”
Nick was taken aback, and he hoped it wasn’t easy for her to tell. He sat in silence for a moment, smiling as if he wasn’t panicking on the inside. I dare you to sit on my face. He shook his head, trying to block out such thoughts and feelings. Her eyes were still on him, he could feel them boring into his head. Shit, he had to come up with something quickly.
“I dare you to… uh…”
“Spit it out, kid. The world is your oyster!”
Nick felt paralyzed. “Stand on your head?”
There was a great silence, one Nick thought would never end, like a great chasm swallowing him up.
“Really?”
“Uh, yeah. I mean, this is my first time doing this so I have no idea what kind of dare I should give you,” he blurted.
“Could have told me to do anything, anything!”
“Sounds like you don’t wanna stand on your head,” Ahri teased.
“Ugh, anything.” Xayah repeated. But she did comply. She stood before bending forward and kicked her talons up until she was standing straight up on her hands.
Nick watched as Xayah performed. Her skirt fell up, or rather down her body, revealing a pair of thin, purple panties. His face grew red and he began to panic. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her butt. He could see the crack of her ass through her panties. Her butt was bubbly and tight, refusing to shift its shape even when upside down.
Suddenly, Xayah spun around on her hands, turning to face Nick. She remained like this with ease, and began lowering her head down, until it was touching the floor. Then she relaxed her arms and let them off the floor. She watched the man as he struggled desperately not to look at her panties again. She could use this, yeah.
Ahri and Janna saw the whole thing, and smiled to each other when they saw where Nick’s eyes had initially landed. When Xayah flipped back to her feet and sat down, they acted as if nothing had happened.
“There, happy? You know you could have just dared me to lift my skirt up. You didn’t have to make it so dramatic.” Xayah said.
The blood drained from Nick’s face, “I-I, no! That wasn’t what I meant. What I did it for. It wasn’t!”
“Sure buddy. Relax, I’m not mad about it. Would probably have done the same thing in your shoes.”
“No. I really didn’t mean you to do it like that. I didn’t even think.”
“Oh relax, I was just teasing you!”
“Oh. But still, I apologize. I wouldn’t try anything like that on purpose, especially since you’re already dating Rakan.”
“Rakan and I are in a very open relationship.” “What?”
“Yeah, we sleep with other people from time to time. I mean, come on, we're Vastayas. Some of us can just stick to one person, even sexually, but not me. He can’t either. Sex is just sex, especially when we’re in heat.”
Nick blushed again and turned his head down. “Oh,” he cleared his throat, “that makes sense.”
“But really, if you wanted to perv on me you could just dare me to do something more bold. I’m not shy.”
The other girls couldn’t help but laugh at the way Nick seemed to fold into himself in response to her words. Xayah leaned forward and gave the bottle a spin. Nick watched with bated breath, ready for the worst to occur and for the day to just spiral into embarrassment. However, it landed on Ahri, and he felt that he could once again breathe.
“Truth.”
“Ever fuck Rakan?”
Even Ahri was taken aback by the question. She blinked once or twice to reset herself before answering, “no, just you.”
It was at this moment that Nick began to wonder if he was about to die. His heart was racing far too fast and he could feel the blood rushing through each and every vein. This blood did eventually end up reaching his cock and he could feel every small movement it made as it began to grow. He glanced down at his pants, making sure he was wearing jeans and not something like sweat pants or slacks. Yes, jeans. When he looked back up he realized that he must have looked like a tomato or something because everyone was looking at him.
“Hello? Truth or dare?” Ahri repeated.
Nick glanced down. The bottle was facing him again. “Truth.”
“Who was your first kiss?”
Yep, a day of embarrassment. Nick began to feel antsy, like fight or flight was rising up inside of him. He remained still, what little social resolve or courage he had was working hard to keep him here. They wouldn’t judge him, would they? Maybe Xayah, but she would be joking.
“I haven’t had a first kiss.” He muttered.
“You haven’t?” Janna asked.
Nick shook his head.
“No way that’s true.” Xayah leaned in a bit, smiling.
“Really? That’s crazy. You’re perfectly handsome and have a good personality. Have you actually tried to kiss anyone?” Ahri asked.
Nick scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I guess not.”
“Date anyone?”
“Nope.”
“Is this your first interaction with girls, like ever?” Xayah asked.
Nick shook his head, “I mean, I’ve done projects and stuff with women. And I’ve talked with them and been friends with some, but I’ve never tried to date one. None have tried to date me either.”
“Why not?”
“Uhh, I don’t know. Just shy, you know?”
“Shy and probably oblivious to signals,” Xayah groaned. Nick, of course, did not catch what she meant by that.
Without further ado, Nick spun the bottle. Finally, Janna got to play the game. He looked at her, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Okay,” Nick had something good this time, “show me a little tornado. Not enough to mess up the room, but enough to make my hair blow.”
Xayah put her head in her hands. Janna nodded and with a wave of her hand a gust of wind was formed. It began to rotate, spinning counterclockwise. She kept it in front of her, and eventually her skirt was lifted up as the wind pulled on it. Nick was too slow to stop himself. Janna’s panties were white, just as tight as Xayah’s, and he could see the outline of her pussy.
“Enjoying the view?” Janna hummed.
“What? Yeah, the tornado is really cool. Thanks…” he was a bit proud of himself for that recovery.
Xayah simply shook her head and Ahri stifled a snicker.
Next the bottle landed on Ahri. “Dare.”
Without hesitating, Janna blurted, “Nick’s seen everyone’s panties but yours. How about you show him?”
Ahri looked at Nick. The boy was shocked, eyes wide, but otherwise he seemed surprisingly composed. He was getting more comfortable.
“Uh, what? She doesn’t really have to do that.” Nick tried to laugh it off.
“A dare’s a dare.” Xayah said.
Ahri nodded, “she’s right,” and stood. She stepped in front of Nick, with her fingers dancing over the hem of her skirt, “and I’m not losing a dare over something so simple. Do you have a preferred side you want to see?”
“What? No, come on now. This is crazy.”
“You’re just making every attempt to shoot yourself in the foot, aren’t you?” Xayah commented.
“Guess I’ll just do both then,” Ahri spread her thighs and lifted her skirt.
Nick had no choice but to look at her. His body was screaming for it and he couldn’t tell it no. Just like with Janna, he could see the outline of her mound under her thin, pink panties. From this close up, he could see that they were decorated with little hearts, and her mound was completely free of hair. He was speechless, unable to stop looking. She invited him to do so in such a casual manner. Then she turned around and lifted the rear of her skirt.
Her butt was bubbly, making her panties stretch even more tightly around her cheeks. It was so tight that her panties divided her cheeks, wedged slightly inside of her crack. She ended the show with a little wiggle, making her cheeks jiggle, and dropped the skirt.
“Don’t know which side you prefer, so figured I could just give you a view of both.” Ahri sat down, casual as ever. As if she hadn’t just given this man the view of a lifetime. She spun the bottle.
Xayah was next and, rather surprisingly, she said “truth.”
Ahri put a finger to her lips as she pondered what to ask. “What are your biggest kinks?” She already knew the answer to this, but Nick didn’t. The question was for his benefit.
Nick sat there like a statue, his dick pulsing at full mast, hidden by his jeans. Somehow he remained composed. He didn’t know how he managed to, but he felt strangely comfortable around this group of women. Maybe because it was the first group he ever gave a shot to, or rather, they were the first group of girls to give him a shot. Their casual demeanor, as if anything could happen and they would be fine with it. He sat there, staring at Xayah, eager to hear her answer.
“Hmm, that’s easy. Butt stuff.”
“Oh, really?” Ahri inquired.
“Yeah. Anal sex, eating ass, getting my ass eaten, ass to mouth, you name it. Don’t get to do it too much though. Rakan doesn’t like any of that, which sucks.” She glanced at Nick and was satisfied by his expression. Next she spun the bottle.
Naturally, it landed on Nick.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“How’d I know? Anyway, let’s keep this theme going; what are your kinks? Actually, no, I think I already know the answer. You don’t know, probably because you haven’t gotten to experience anything for real, but you probably also have some loose ideas from porn. But from the way you drooled at the sight of Ahri’s bubbly ass, I’m gonna assume you might like butts. Really though, you’re a blank canvas. One we can write on, draw our own colors on, shape and form. So, how about this for a question: do you like the sound of that?”
Nick was speechless, mouth hanging open slightly. He had to respond and there was no way he was going to respond with anything but a nod. And so he nodded, eagerly.
“Good.” Xayah smiled at him.
He paused for a moment, waiting to see if that shifted anything in the other girls and if this game was going to continue. When no one did anything, he spun the bottle and it landed on Janna.
“Well, truth or dare?”
“Truth this time.”
Nick chuckled. Everyone already knew what he was going to ask. “What are your kinks?” he asked.
Ahri smiled and so did Xayah. They were impressed. Finally, the boy was becoming a man.
“Well, I love giving blowjobs, messy ones. I also love a man taking charge and just fucking my face, my throat, you know. And I love everything about cum. The taste, the appearance, the texture, the viscosity. It’s just delicious.” She looked at Nick. He seemed satisfied with the answer judging by the way he adjusted his legs. His bulge was faint as he tried to hide it, but it was there. She glanced at Ahri and spun the bottle until it landed on her.
“Truth.”
“And lastly, what are your kinks? Your turn ons?”
“Well, I’m pretty open to trying anything, but I have a preference for um… lovey dovey stuff, I guess. Intimacy, kissing, holding hands while he cums inside of me. Staring into your eyes while you eat me out. Stuff like that, I guess.”
“Aww, how sweet.” Xayah said, then looked at Nick. “Isn’t it?”
Nick nodded eagerly, “mhm, yep!”
As if on queue, the bottle landed on him.
“Truth.”
“Pussy.”
“Hmm, I know. Which of us is the hottest?” Ahri asked.
Nick groaned and put his head in his hands, an action which was met with happy chuckles from each of the girls. “Do I really have to answer that?”
“Yep!”
Maybe he should have picked dare. “But, each of you are so beautiful in your-”
“No no no, you don’t get to use that cop out answer! I already gave you your little cop out answer when it came to kinks, and we won’t let you slide again.” Xayah said. “Which of us are the hottest? Rather, which would you want to fuck the most? Or hold hands with?”
Nick groaned. They were all incredibly beautiful, of course, but he did have a preference. Ever since she arrived, he’d had his sights on her. A crush at first sight. But Ahri and Janna were completely drop dead gorgeous as well. Xayah just had the perfect everything. She had the exotic, Vastayan allure – granted Ahri did as well – the attitude, the pale skin, the tight and slim body, everything. He wanted to feel her ears and kiss her and do everything under the sun to her. And now he knew how kinky she was and how friendly she could be. He’d seen her ass, albeit briefly, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Though, he couldn’t stop thinking about Janna’s or Ahri’s either. And Ahri had given him the best view of all. Either way, the answer was Xayah, but he didn’t want to disappoint the others.
“Wouldn’t it be rude?”
“We aren’t kids you know,” Ahri stuck her tongue out, “everyone has a favorite, we won’t hold it against you.”
“Okay, sorry.” Nick eyed each woman, but his answer wasn’t going to change. He looked at Xayah and couldn’t find the strength to outright say it so instead he nodded matter-of-factly towards her. She smirked and his heart melted.
“I knew it,” she said. She let her eyes drift more obviously over his body, to his jeans, his hint of a bulge, and then back up to meet his gaze. Surprisingly, he didn’t look away. She hummed and said, “you’re pretty cute, too.”
This time Nick had to look away, but only for a moment. This was just too much. He knew he was blushing but they were probably used to that by now. What was causing his distress was the fact that the girl of his dreams just called him cute so casually. It was his turn to spin the bottle, so he forced himself to focus on that.
Xayah watched the bottle, hoping that Nick was finally catching on and would do something bold. She glanced at Janna and the mage looked back at her. A nod of understanding, the bottle stopped at Xayah.
There was no way. How could Nick have such rotten luck? Or was this good luck? He didn’t know; there was potential for either. Was she going to say dare? Was she going to have him make her do something, after just saying what she said to him? His heart was racing. Please don’t.
“Dare.”
Nick tried to hide his wince. His breathing stopped.
“Anything you want.” she repeated.
Was she telling him to do something bold? Or was he thinking too much and this wasn’t meant to be anything sexual at all? He didn’t know. He had no experience with this sort of thing. There was no point in just sitting there, he had to do something. All eyes were on him, and the tension in the air was palpable. The longer he took, the worse it would get. Each of them were waiting for him to do something bold, he could feel it. He had to do it. There was no other option. If he got kicked out or something, at least he tried.
“I dare you to give me my first kiss.”
“Finally,” Xayah huffed. She rose and stepped over the bottle, before tugging Nick to his feet.
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. She could tell how nervous he was, even if he managed to maintain eye contact. His eyes trailed down to her pink, pouty lips, his heart racing. Naturally, she had to make the first move, so she pressed her body against his, one arm wrapping around his body and the other taking control of his head, and pulled him into his first kiss. Their lips pressed together, awkwardly at first, but Nick was the one to make the next move. His tongue wormed out from between his lips and into her mouth. She moaned and pressed herself closer to him.
Nick could taste her. Her lipstick, her spit, her tongue. When she moaned it vibrated in his mouth. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, before Nick simply began exploring her mouth. Her teeth, the roof of her mouth, tasting everything.
Xayah captured one of Nick’s hands, which had been resting at her waist, and pulled it down to her ass. She pushed her hips into him and his hand squeezed into the flesh of her butt. She moaned again, feeling his bulge press against her womanhood under her skirt. He was being a good boy.
She broke their kiss and leaned into his ear to whisper, “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
Before Nick had a chance to respond, Janna cleared her throat. This broke whatever spell the two had been under, much to Xayah's annoyance. He tried to pull his hand away from her ass but she quickly stopped him. She ground her ass into his hand before letting him go and sitting back down. She shot daggers at Janna before spinning the bottle.
“Phew, got pretty hot in here, didn’t it?” Ahri commented.
Nick chuckled awkwardly. Xayah simply stared at him. She was horny now, and there was nothing the girls could do to stop the course the day was now on, even if they wanted to. Nick looked back at her and she silently mouthed “my ass?” to him.
Nick blinked and nodded. Xayah stuck her tongue out, flicking it about before pointing to him and raising an eyebrow. He nodded again and she smirked.
“Good boy,” she mouthed.
“Alright you two, game’s still goin’ on.”
The bottle landed on Ahri.
Xayah halted Ahri before she could speak, “Before we continue, how about we up the stakes?”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, things have obviously become more intense now. Why don’t we take out the truth entirely, just make it dares?”
Nick was excited now. Perhaps his dick was thinking harder than his brain at this point, but he liked that idea. He nodded eagerly in agreement. The nerves weren’t gone, but adrenaline was making his fears less intrusive.
“That’s fine with me,” Janna said. “Seeing you two kiss has made things a bit more exciting, so let’s keep the ball rolling.”
Ahri shrugged and nodded agreement. “I don’t see why not.” she looked to Xayah, “so, what am I gonna do?”
“Well, Nick isn’t just mine, you know. Right Nick?”
Suddenly her words brought him back to some semblance of his usual self and he almost shriveled up again. He tried to play it off, chuckle, shrug and nod. Obviously he knew that this was where the day was heading, and while he wanted it more than anything right now, it still felt incredibly easy to ruin. Like he had to walk on eggshells or something. Deep down he knew that this probably wasn’t the case, but he just wanted to be safe. But with this over-analytic response to anything the girls did or said brought hesitation. Hesitation wasn’t good.
“See? So, Nick, what do you want her to do?”
“Hey now, it’s your dare!” Nick forced a laugh.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Xayah placed a finger to her lips and dramatically looked up to the ceiling as she pondered her options. “How about you take off your panties? Maybe hand them to Nick.”
With absolutely no hesitation, Ahri nodded and rose to her feet. She kept her skirt covering herself as she could while working her panties down. She lifted one leg briefly, giving Nick a flash of the pink lips hiding between her legs, and then the other, before proudly raising her panties in the air. They were wet, more so than when Nick had last seen them. She leaned down and held them out for Nick to grab.
“Don’t ruin them, please.” She teased.
Nick took her panties gently, holding them by the waistband, trying to be as polite as he could. His eyes fell to the damp patch, where her pussy had just been only moments ago.
“But you can taste them, if you want.”
Nick eyed her to make sure she wasn’t kidding, before cautiously bringing it closer to his mouth. She watched him the whole time, everyone did. He stuck his tongue out and put the wet patch over it.
“Suck on it.” Xayah said.
Nick obeyed, placing the damp patch into his mouth and quietly sucking on it. He could taste her clearly, her honey. It was sweet like candy, with a hint of salt. Xayah’s hand trailed down underneath her skirt, shameless in her lust. Nick could see her hand working away under there. She sat back with one hand behind her, propping herself up, and spread her legs a bit, fingering herself.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
Ahri spun the bottle and it landed on Janna.
“Take off your top,” she said.
Janna hummed, basking in the sudden pair of eyes on her chest. Nick’s attention was on her now, and her large bust. Her’s was the largest of the group, and that was something she was proud of. In her opinion, she hadn’t been getting enough attention today, and this would certainly help her get what she deserved. She didn’t even have to move too much. With a wave of her hand, her top disappeared, and her breasts spilled out in their freedom.
Her breasts were large and round, with hardly any sag. Her nipples sat proud in the center of her deep pink areolas. She used her arms to press them together and watched the way it made Nick squirm. She pursed her lips at him, and blew on the bottle. Somehow, he knew where it would land, and when it landed on him, he didn’t feel fear. Not entirely, at least. It was there, an uncertainty, but next to it, and more importantly, was excitement.
“Well, Nick, how about you unbutton your jeans and show us your cock. We’ve shown you most of our goods, I think it’s time you returned the favor.”
This was absolutely not what Nick had expected to hear. What he had expected was something along the lines of telling him to suck on her nipples or squeeze her breasts, but not in a million years would he have thought he would be dared to do this. Though, now that he thought about it, it had all been leading here. That aforementioned excitement was immediately replaced by fear once again and now more than ever he felt the urge to call it quits and leave.
It seemed Ahri could sense this, and spoke, “don’t quit on us now, Nick. Look at me.”
Nick turned his head and obeyed. The fear in his eyes was palpable, but something about looking into her eyes seemed to soothe him. Briefly, very briefly, he heard her voice in his mind, telling him to relax, that he deserves to enjoy himself, and he felt a calm wash over him. Her eyes were hypnotizing, and when she finally broke her stare, he felt better. Not one-hundred-percent, but better. More calm, collected, and maybe even excited once again.
He was still a bit awkward. His movements were sloppy, the way he rose to his knees, fiddled with his belt, then button, then zipper. His bulge was apparent now, somehow still hard after the sudden rush of emotions. He pried open his boxers, allowing his cock to jut freely from the hole, and sat there, pulsing and nervous, with all eyes on him. Rather, on his cock.
Xayah was the first to speak, “damn, you’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?” Her voice was breathy and labored, her hand was still gently running circles under her skirt.
Nick chuckled nervously. His member was neatly trimmed, and apparently impressive. He hadn’t ever thought of it as such, but all of his knowledge came from porn. It jutted out proudly, pulsing and harder than ever before. It was surprisingly lengthy, even girthy. He wasn’t endowed like a stallion or anything, but he was certainly above average.
“Fuck.” Janna scooted forward, creeping closer to his member for a closer inspection. “Can I touch it?”
Nick nodded.
A long, feminine finger gently poked the thing. He responded to her touch immediately, eagerly flexing his cock. Next her entire hand wrapped around it and gave it a squeeze. It was very warm, and strong. Xayah began fingering herself more intently again. Ahri remained uncharacteristically composed, though her heart was thumping and her heat burning. Was it time, then? Time to finally get the party started? She looked at Xayah, the fellow Vastayan’s face red with blush. She nodded at Ahri eagerly and Ahri returned the gesture.
Suddenly, Xayah snatched up the bottle and slammed it back down on the carpet, now facing her. “Dare me to sit on your face. Right now. Dare us to throw the bottle away and just fuck your brains out. Do it!”
“Uh, uh, okay.” Nick stammered.
That was all Xayah needed, she leapt to her knees and crawled over to him and pulled him into another kiss. Janna leaned forward, her tongue darting free and flicking over his glans. He groaned and bucked, a drop of precum oozing out of him. Janna collected it eagerly, slurping it up and moaning.
Xayah stole his glasses and pushed him backwards. Nick wouldn’t be needing those anymore. She handed the glasses to Ahri before climbing onto her prey. He landed against the carpet, which cushioned most of the impact. He wasn’t in any place to feel pain right now, not with the girl of his dreams climbing his chest and grinding her wet panties against him. She smiled down at him before finally mounting his face.
Nick was overwhelmed. The temperature rose greatly under her skirt, where most other air was blocked and all he could breathe was the thick heat of her sex. She grinded over his face, her damp panties leaving a sticky trail over his lips and nose until he felt he was drowning in her. With an annoyed grunt, she lifted herself up and reached down and tore her panties free and lowered herself back down. He couldn’t see anything. Everything became her dripping pussy.
Xayah was content to grind her cunt into his mouth and nose for a time. His nose would part her folds and his eager, inexperienced tongue flicked around aimlessly. He was just trying to taste her, and it was more than enough to get Xayah off. This was just the appetizer anyway, and she hoped he knew that.
Everything was happening so fast. In one moment he was playing spin the bottle with three gorgeous Star Guardians and in the next Xayah was riding his face and Janna was licking his dick. His tongue and mouth seemed to act on their own, flooding his senses with Xayah’s delicious honey. She tasted sweet, like Ahri’s panties had, but there was something more. The flavor was deeper, darker, heavier perhaps. He wasn’t sure, but Xayah’s taste was purely her own. Somehow it seemed to perfectly fit her personality.
Ahri wasn’t one to be left out, especially when it involved sex, but with Xayah currently occupying the man’s entire face, there was little she could actually do at the moment, so she joined Janna. Her tongue snaked free and they worked together to slather his length in their spit. They were teasing his cock, while Xayah was driving her hips into his face like her life depended on it. She was always the horniest and most demanding of the bunch, which was saying a lot, given Ahri’s nature. Janna certainly wasn’t reserved when it came to sex either.
When their tongues reached his glans, they wrestled to capture more of his precum. Ahri collected a good bit, but pulled Janna in for a kiss and exchanged his cum for her spit. Janna moaned and gulped it down eagerly.
“Think she’s killing him?” Janna asked, breaking the kiss.
“Nah, he’s fine. Having the time of his life already, I can tell. Still a bit much for the first act, though. But you know Xayah, once she cums we’ll be able to ease him into things a bit more.”
The hornier Xayah became, the more her ass ached for attention. But she still hadn’t gotten verbal confirmation from his end. Sure, he did not when she alluded to it earlier, and he liked eating her pussy, but she’d had experiences in the past where just forcing her asshole over someone's mouth did not end well. So she pulled away and tugged her skirt up, allowing her to see Nick’s drenched face. He looked positively drunk, eyes hazy and lips spit-soaked.
“Wanna eat my ass?”
It was as if a light went off in Nick’s head. He nodded vigorously, bucking into the air and nearly slapping Ahri in the face with his dick. Xayah didn’t say anything in response. She simply spun around, a wide smile on her face, and lowered herself back down. She wriggled her cheeks to firmly sandwich his mouth and nose between them.
Nick hadn’t even had a chance to see what her pussy or asshole actually looked before she was back down over him. Her cheeks were soft yet firm. The space between them was incredibly hot, and the smell was intoxicating, even more so than the smell of her soaked pussy. This was impossibly more raw and primal, the smell of her ass. It wasn’t necessarily dirty or unwashed or anything like that. It was perfectly clean, but the rawness of it all was still there. The smell of her asshole was there and impossibly to hide, not that Nick wanted her to. After smelling it for the first time, he realized that he wanted more, and when he tasted it he nearly came. The flavor was of skin and salt, but there was bitterness there. More of that aforementioned raw and primitive distinction.
It was an animalistic act, to eat someone’s ass, Nick realized. He hadn’t ever thought of it this way, though he’d seen it in porn many times. It wasn’t something he had directly yearned for until this very day, when he first saw Xayah’s ass, upside down and standing on her hands. Again he felt this urge when he saw Ahri’s bubbly behind. Maybe he really was a blank slate for them to influence. All of these thoughts came in a rush, taking less than a few seconds to feel and comprehend, even if it felt like it had been minutes. And now, Xayah began to grind her asshole over his face.
Xayah moaned whorishly, her cunt leaking and spilling fluids onto Nick’s neck and chin. She ground her asshole down, roughly dragging it over his eager tongue and nose. She wanted to engrave her flavors into him so that he could never forget her. He would remember her taste and smell forever. She was marking him, claiming him before any of the other girls had a chance to.
Eventually she stopped and settled her asshole down over his lips as he kissed and licked it. The taught, ribbed ring of muscle clenched and unclenched, like a pair of forbidden lips matching Nick’s kisses.
“Fuck, fuck! Don’t stop Nick! Keep licking it, eat my ass. Fuck, suck on it! Yeah, nnnf, just like that!” Xayah’s voice was shrill. Her face was red, eyes glazed over, one hand violently fucking her clit.
Nick did as he was told, his lips clinging to her tight ring. He sucked on her hole, inviting more of her flavors in and driving the Vastayan wild. Ahri had pulled away from his cock, watching the depravity unfold before her. Janna, on the other hand, was true to her word. She was still kissing and licking and gently worshiping Nick’s cock, trying to invite as much precum as she could. The only reason she wasn’t gargling on it at the moment was that she didn’t quite know how long he could last or – and more importantly – if he could get it up again.
Ahri saw how close Xayah was to her climax and rushed to the opportunity. She grabbed the Vastayan’s wrist and pulled it away from her cunt, replacing it with her mouth. She sucked on her clit roughly and in between, let her tongue lap away between her folds. The taste was heavenly. There was something special about Vastayan arousal. Something more primal, and the taste was heavier.
Xayah screamed, covering her mouth as her eyes rolled up in her head and she finally came. Ahri’s face was immediately drenched, and she turned her attention to the source of her quim, trying to catch as much in her mouth as she could. Her asshole spasmed, and Nick’s tongue managed to slip inside. This nearly made Xayah black out and she had to stabilize herself with her hands. A breathless scream escaped her lips. Her entire body shuddered as she squirted and clenched down around Nick’s tongue.
The flavor inside of Xayah’s ass was like nothing he tasted before. What he had initially found around her asshole had done nothing to prepare him for the full, overwhelming flavor inside of Xayah’s butthole. It was far more bitter than before, even slightly tangy. There was no sweetness, in heavy contrast to her pussy, but completely intoxicating in its own right.
Once her orgasm subsided, Xayah turned and rolled over, collapsing onto her back as she caught her breath. It was at this moment that Nick realized just how much he had needed to breathe, and took a deep lungful of oxygen. His face was a complete mess, covered in pussy juice, sweat and his own slobber. Ahri climbed over him, gently mounting his groin and kissed him on the lips. This shocked him, but he soon replicated her advances. She could taste Xayah’s ass while he could taste her quim. When she pulled away, she looked into his eyes.
“You okay?” she asked, her voice little more than a whisper.
Nick nodded, “yeah…” She kissed him again, this time sloppier, and grinded her moist groin into his. It was difficult to contain her own urges, but she forced herself to sit up and dismount him. When he looked down, he could see Janna, who was still dutifully licking and teasing his cock. She pulled away when he looked at her.
“So, Nick, how long do you normally last?”
“Uh, probably not very long with you three.”
“Okay, but can you, you know, get back up after finishing once?”
“Oh, yeah. Can’t everyone?”
“How many times?” Ahri asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never really had a time where I just couldn’t anymore.”
“How many times have you done it in a row?” Janna’s tone was becoming more intense.
“I mean, I don’t really keep count, maybe over a dozen.” “Do you still release semen?”
“Every time, yeah. That isn’t normal?” He looked at Ahri and realized that her expression had changed dramatically. Her eyes were wide and she looked almost feral. Janna was looking much the same. “Is that a good thing?”
“Nick. I don’t know who’s the luckier party here. You or us.” Xayah’s voice was breathy. She was still catching her breath.
“Oh.”
“Did you like eating my ass?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna do it again?”
“Okay Xayah, let us have fun too.” Janna interrupted.
“Nghh, fine.” Xayah sat back against the wall. She pawed around until she found her panties and tossed them onto the shelf where Ahri had placed Nick’s glasses. She figured it would make a good parting gift.
Nick looked down at Janna, who had returned to his dick. She was planting kisses along his cumvein, and staring directly at him. The sight alone was enough to make his dick convulse and another thick helping of seed eked out of his glans. Janna gobbled it up, wrapping her lips around his glans and slurping lewdly. Nick reared his head back and groaned. It took every ounce of control to keep from bucking into her mouth.
Janna didn’t waste any time, not after waiting so long. Without further ado she began bobbing her head up and down, sending the poor nerd into heaven. Never in his wildest dreams did Nick think something like this would happen. He didn’t believe this sort of spontaneous sex party stuff actually happened. Long ago he figured himself shunned away and confined to the world of porn, to have sex only in his fantasies. Now, with three of the most beautiful and powerful women in the world taking turns with him, he simply couldn’t wrap his head around it. It was surreal.
The sensation of her soft, pillowy lips repeatedly enveloping his shaft was driving him mad. Each bob of her head made him twitch. Every so often a little spurt of precum would drizzle out and into Janna’s mouth. She moaned when it touched her tongue, and swallowed around his shaft, sending rippling vibrations over his shaft.
Eventually, once she swallowed up around two-thirds of his shaft, his glans pressed against the back of her mouth and the entrance of her throat. Janna remained there for a moment, ready to blow this kid’s mind. Suddenly her head darted down and her throat enveloped his glans and a portion of his shaft. She intentionally left her hands free of his thighs, and looked up at him as she blinked back tears.
Nick didn’t see her, he wasn’t looking there. His eyes were to the ceiling, his mouth agape as he let out a groan that almost sounded painful. He couldn’t stop himself this time, he bucked his hips upward, keeping them aloft. Janna’s throat milked his dick, clinging to him far tighter than her mouth had. A tight chasm of ribbed pleasure. The woman gagged, coughing a little and drooling onto his groin. Finally he looked down at her and saw her watery gaze, and the pool of spit forming around the base of his cock.
“Oh my god, fuck. Fuck!” Nick couldn’t contain himself. The woman tried to pull her head away but he quickly reached for her and, with both hands on the back of her head, forced her back down. “Wait, wait! Please… I’m about to cum.”
Janna was in control. This was exactly what she wanted. She loved every second of it as she gurgled and choked around the pulsing, hot member invading her throat. She wanted to gag more fiercely, really get his dick and balls coated in her slobber, but it was still early and she didn’t want him to pull away thinking he was causing her real distress. More than anything she wanted him to cum. Right here, right now. She wanted to choke on his seed. To have it fill her stomach.
Nick clenched his eyes shut and hissed as he came. He had a death grip on Janna’s head, fingers locked under her thick purple locks, and he didn’t even realize it. Xayah watched with wide eyes as she watched him go. Her own arousal was still burning. One orgasm wouldn’t be enough for her, just like she hoped it would be with Nick.
Ropes of thick, gooey jizz painted Janna’s throat. She stopped gagging, now focused on swallowing his load. She could feel his balls pulsing against her chin. Each convulsion signaling a fresh helping of cum. After a few more seconds these convulsions slowed. Janna was able to breathe again, and the grip on her head was released. She pulled away slowly, allowing Nick’s cock to grow flaccid and contort softly as it exited her gullet, back into her mouth, and then fell limply against his groin.
Janna sat back and caught her breath. She wiped her mouth, feeling the warmth of his seed in her tummy. Nick remained where he was, on his back, panting for breath. Eventually he sat up and looked at Janna.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Are you?” Xayah asked.
Nick nodded, as did Janna.
“I didn’t get too rough, did I?”
“No such thing as too rough when it involves my throat.” Janna assured him.
That was all it took to make his cock begin to pulse again. The only reason he’d softened in the first place was because he had remained resting in her throat for so long. Ahri noticed this and stepped forward, offering her hand, which Nick took. She helped him rise to his feet, legs shaky from his explosive orgasm. She kissed him, gently at first, but the next was harder, messier, and the one after even more. Come on, she thought. Take me.
Nick could hear her in his head again, charmed as he was, and he did as he was told. They turned, and Ahri fell backwards across the bed. She adjusted herself and placed her head on the pillows. Nick followed, climbing atop her and kissing her neck. This woman was a goddess, comparatively, and she offered herself to him. He was like a man hypnotized, nearly literally. There was nothing more he wanted in that moment than to make love to her.
At some point – he didn’t know when – his pants had been removed. He lifted off of her for a moment and lifted his shirt up. It was now drenched in Xayah’s cum. Didn’t matter, he had spares. Ahri wasn’t as eager to remove her clothes in the manner Janna had. There was intimacy in everything, even removing her clothes, which she wanted to preserve. Nick helped her with her top. The gem disappeared and the fabric became more malleable. Together they lifted it over her head, but her skirt remained.
Her breasts were full, but slightly smaller than Janna’s. They appeared almost inhuman in their defiance of gravity. Two perfect, round globes of flesh. Her nipples were pink and areolas small. Nick descended her body, tracing kisses along her neck, then her collarbone, before settling on her breasts. His lips were slow and kisses deliberate, sucking gently on her flesh. Ahri was hot, flushed and could hardly keep herself from fidgeting. This was the kind of sex she lived for. She could feel his erection on her thigh, pulsing and leaking precum while he gently worshiped her.
The other two girls were together now, watching the show. Xayah’s loins were on fire again and Janna hadn’t ever actually had any real release yet. Xayah could smell the lust coming from her. She tapped Janna’s arm to get her attention while she sank to her knees.
“You can keep watching. You just smell so good.”
Janna nodded eagerly, spreading her thighs to give her room. She bit her lip and placed a hand on Xayah’s head. Her skirt and her panties dissolved into stardust. The Vastayan worked her face in between Janna’s thighs, finding that puffy, hairless mound. Her tongue began to work, sending sparks of pleasure up Janna’s body. The mage melted into it, sinking her hips down as if to sit on Xayah’s face, and enjoyed the show.
Nick was onto Ahri’s other breast now. He peppered it with kisses, spending extra time on her nipple, before tracing his way back up to her lips. He had no idea where this was coming from. It was as if he was working on autopilot or something. This wasn’t him, not entirely at least. But it felt good. In fact, he had never felt better than he did right then. He felt in control. With one hand steadying his member and the other holding himself up over Ahri’s perfect body, he entered her. Her eyes were deeper than any he’d ever seen before at that moment. He could see into her soul, into her love. They kissed again, and he began to buck his hips into her.
Ahri clung to him, her nails digging into his back. He didn’t care, in fact it only added to the pleasure. Their tongues danced and his dick bottomed out inside of her. Her velvet folds were smooth as silk, wet and sticky. He fucked her gently, like a lover because, if only for a moment, they were lovers. He was breathing her air and she his. Their tongues were tangled, they moaned into each other. Her pussy quivered around his member, massaging every inch of his overstimulated shaft. It felt different than Janna’s throat had. It was more gentle, softer, and just as pleasurable in its own way.
Xayah’s tongue wormed its way as deep as it could go inside of Janna’s folds. Her taste was sweet, but she desired that other, bitter hole. It was tucked away between the fat of the mage’s cheeks. She had to turn herself around to face the other way in order to fit her face in there correctly. Janna giggled when her doughy ass was parted by Xayah’s face, and that excited tongue began prodding for her asshole. She adjusted her stance accordingly, further spreading her thighs and even going so far as to reach back and spread her cheeks. Xayah moaned in thanks and pressed her lips against the mage’s pink pucker.
The two on the bed were dead to the world around them, each the other’s world entire. The spell was only strengthened when they came. It was simultaneous, as if they were linked. Ahri squirted around him and he burst within her. He flooded her womb with no regard for what that may mean in the future. Nick struggled to keep himself from collapsing atop her. He breathed down her neck, ragged for air.
Their spell was broken suddenly when Janna cried out. She squirted onto the floor, her cunt gushing while Xayah suffocated herself between her ass cheeks. The two on the bed looked at the woman. She fell to her knees and moaned, one hand reaching for her aching clit. Xayah remained glued to her ass, sucking and slurping and moaning to herself. Even after Janna’s orgasm was over, she continued to eat. Janna had to clear her throat to finally get her to stop. When she lifted her head up, it was caked in spit and girlcum.
Ahri laughed breathily and Nick climbed off of her, collapsing next to her on the bed. They were both sweaty from the intensity. He looked at her, suddenly struck by fear when he realized what he had just done.
“Wait, I… I came inside…”
“Don’t worry, nothing will come of it.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really,” she chimed. “You think I wouldn’t come prepared?” She reached and grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“Alright, enough lovey dovey shit. Roll her over and pound her ass!” Xayah demanded as she rose to her feet.
Nick looked to Ahri for confirmation, and she gave a little chuckle and a nod. However when he lifted himself up to roll her over, he was suddenly shoved backwards. Xayah climbed atop him.
“Fuck that, it’s my turn loverboy. You can have her ass after you,” she grabbed the base of his cock, which was still as turgid as when this whole thing started, “have mine.” She pressed his glans against her asshole.
There was no stopping Xayah when she was this horny. Ahri knew this as a matter of fact. And so the fox moved to get out of the bird’s way.
Xayah turned around, giving Nick a perfect view of her ass. She raised herself up into a squat, her tight cheeks parting naturally. Her asshole was dark, fitting her pale complexion. It was a brownish-gray, with only a hint of pink in the center. She made it wink at him.
“You like what you see?”
“Mhm…” Nick was practically drooling.
“Louder.”
“Yes.”
“You want me to swallow up your cock with my tight little ass?”
“Yes…”
“All the way to the base? Every inch of your meat stuffed in my guts?”
“Yes!” It came out as a groan.
“Balls deep in the bowels of the girl of your dreams. How big do you think my gape will be? How deep will you be able to see?”
Nick bucked upward but Xayah stopped him with a forceful hand.
“No no, say please.”
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please just let me fuck your ass! Ride my dick. I wanna be lodged inside of your ass. I’ll never pull back out! Please!” Nick’s dick was oozing precum, and it took every ounce of effort for Janna to keep from interrupting the show to taste it.
“Good boy,” Xayah’s voice was sultry. Without further ado, she began to sink her ass back down. She needed it just as much as Nick did, but she was the one in control.
When it came to anal sex, Xayah was a natural. There wasn’t a single moment of struggle before her sphincter began to envelop his shaft. She relaxed it immediately, and pushed out with it, swallowing up Nick’s glans with ease. He gripped the bedsheets, pulling them up from their formerly neat state, tucked under the mattress. Her insides were smoldering, even more than Ahri had been. It was a strange sensation, unlike that of a pussy. The tunnel beyond her sphincter was less tight, but the texture of Xayah’s rectum clung to him like glue, and whenever she flexed it created a cascading ripple effect that milked his shaft like nothing else. On top of this, the taboo nature of it all, and the girl he was doing it with just sent him over the moon. He wasn’t going to last long, but Xayah could use him like this all night. He didn’t care. It wouldn’t have been difficult for him to remain hard until the end of time in this state.
Inch by inch, Nick watched and felt Xayah’s butthole swallow up more and more of his dick. Inside, he felt her walls tighten around him and when she finally met the base of his cock, his glans was pressing against the wall of the curve in her guts. His dick felt ultrasensitive, as if he could feel every single texture in Xayah’s ass. He was breathless, nearly paralyzed from the pleasure. He tried to envision it, his dick clogging her tunnel, surrounded on all sides by her sticky, forbidden bowels. She gave him little time to consider this before lifting herself back up. Once only his glans remained inside, she began to truly ride him.
There was no easing into it once she got started. She let her weight force him back inside of her, her firm ass cheeks clapping against his groin. Then she lifted herself back up and brought herself back down harder. Faster, harder, over and over. She used her hands to brace herself on the bed, and went to town. The woman kept her mouth open, panting for breath and drooling as she fucked herself on this nerd’s big dick.
Ahri and Janna were both taking this free time to hydrate. They stood by the sink, watching the depravity unfold on the bed. Both girls were silent though, coming up with plans for what they would do to the man now. Since he had now explored each of the girls to varying degrees, the introduction was finished and they could finally go wild. They didn’t need to tell each other this, because this wasn’t the first time this had happened. They had a system. Though, they hadn’t revealed their nature as Star Guardians to anyone else, and the night was already threatening to be the best one they’d had together. Nick was proving to be far more than he initially appeared.
The bed began to tremble and creak from the force of Xayah’s thrusts. She was like an animal, completely feral. This was the kind of sex she lived for. To have a man under her, with a dick this big that she could fuck herself on until she was satisfied. It was shocking how many men didn’t want to do this, but now she had Nick, and she had no intention of letting him go. She wouldn’t share him with anyone, besides the other two girls of course. He belonged to them now.
It was this thought process, this decision, that sent Xayah crashing down into her orgasm and onto Nick. Her legs gave out and she fell atop his cock, firmly cementing every inch into her spasming bowels. Nick, however, was not quite finished. He continued bucking into her as she laid herself backwards over him. Her hand reached up and cupped his face, her nails threatening to dig into his cheek. She cursed and moaned his name while he fucked her ass. Her tight cheeks bounced and her thighs rippled as he drilled into her. He came moments later, gyrating his hips into her cheeks, trying desperately to reach deeper into that curve of her guts.
When her strength returned, Xayah pulled herself off of Nick. His dick fell free of her asshole with an audible, wet pop. She remained squatted over him, displaying her gape for his eyes to feast on. Her hole was stretched, winking weakly but unable to close even slightly. Her red, glistening walls were his to behold. He could see her insides begin to clench up and push, and soon his gooey cum came into view.
Janna quickly climbed onto the bed and began licking up the last bits of cum that leaked from his mushroom tip. Xayah chuckled.
“Fuck, you’re shameless. How do my bowels taste?” she teased.
Janna ignored her, enveloping Nick’s mushroom head and sucking on it.
“If you want his cum so bad, you can have it.” Xayah turned around and bent forward over Nick, “just suck it out.”
Normally, this wouldn’t be Janna’s type of thing. While it may have been surprising given her nature, she hadn’t actually sucked cum out of another woman’s ass before, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to try it. And with how delicious Nick’s cum was, she wasn’t one to decline an offer for more. She pulled away from Nick’s dick and, with a little smirk on her face, planted a kiss on Xayah’s gape. She then opened her mouth around it, forming a sort of seal, and began to suck.
Xayah laughed, “holy shit. I didn’t expect you to actually do it! Oh, fuck…” her eyes fluttered and she fell forward next to Nick, her composure disappearing. Her gaping ass was jutting up in the air, and this new angle meant Janna would have to work for every drop of cum.
Janna’s tongue flicked around Xayah’s asshole, tasting her walls. The mage sucked and Xayah pushed. Her eyes rolled up and she planted a kiss on Nick’s cheek, who turned his head to meet her. She nibbled his lip.
Nick bucked up, his dick finding Janna’s tits. Janna tugged Xayah backwards, forcing her to shimmy back as Janna tried to adjust her position to allow Nick access to the valley between her tits. Eventually she made it happen. Xayah was lying atop Nick once again, moaning into his ear as her butthole was sucked. Nick bucked again and this time his member was swallowed up between Janna’s breasts. He kept his hips raised and began making short, powerful thrusts between those two pillowy tits.
Ahri was growing impatient again. After letting him fuck Janna’s tits and make out with Xayah some more, she huffed. She fell to her hands and knees and snuck up next to Nick and whispered into his ear, “Xayah had the right idea; how about you pin me down and take my ass? Intimacy is wonderful, but right now I feel like being dominated. I don’t offer my butt to just anyone, you know.” she gave him a peck on the cheek before standing and backing away.
Nick’s heart was racing. Somehow, after all that had already happened, and even what was currently happening, these girls still found a way to one-up each other. Sure, compared to what was currently going on, Ahri’s offer wasn’t as depraved, but there was something in the way she offered herself to Nick. It made it feel somehow more taboo and dangerous than anything that had happened thus far. Gently at first, he began to lift Xayah off of him. She complied, and reached back to twist Janna round. The mage got the message and rolled onto her back, with her legs dangling from the bed. Xayah lowered herself back over her – her legs working again – and planted her gaping hole over her mouth. She pushed again, intent on feeding Janna every last drop of her meal.
With Xayah off of him, Nick was free to rise and take the invitation that had been offered. He grabbed Ahri’s arm and tugged her into him. Then he twisted her around and pushed her gently into the wall. No hesitation. He felt comfortable now. And he was doing exactly what she asked of him after all.
Ahri gasped playfully, mewling as if frightened by Nick’s aggression. But she smiled back at him, ensuring him that it was okay, even though she knew now that nothing would stop him anymore. He was still hard, as hard as when this first started. How was he still so hard? She felt his thick dick force her bubbly cheeks apart and mewled again. He fucked them for a moment, grinding his cumvein against her asshole. An idea struck him, and he quickly fell to his knees.
With his thumbs he spread her cheeks. Her hole was entirely unique to Xayah’s. It was smaller, pink and pale, and somehow less lewd than Xayah’s. It was prettier, in a sense, more proper or maybe dignified. He didn’t know how to place his thoughts, but he loved what he saw and that was all that mattered. Her cheeks were doughier than Xayah’s, whose butt was tighter and light on fat. Ahri’s wasn’t fat, but bubbly enough to make for a good pillow.
After finishing his inspection, Nick planted a gentle kiss on her pucker. However, Ahri had asked him to dominate her, and he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. His kiss turned into a lewd slurp, and then his mouth opened and he made out with her hole. His lips smacked and his tongue darted to and fro, providing an incredibly sloppy worship session. She needed to be ready for his dick after all, and on top of that her asshole tasted incredible. It was surprisingly sweet, though he should have expected it from one such as Ahri. It was clear that a great deal of effort was spent keeping every part of her body pristine. Her asshole was bleached and everything was hairless. It made sense that even her butthole would be sweet.
The flavor was almost fruity. Sure, that natural, bitter earthiness was there, but just barely. It was almost completely overpowered by her much more magical taste. Perhaps that was what it was; magic. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that Nick could taste it. Eventually his licks became more focused and aggressive, intent on breaking into her hole. Ahri could feel this and in turn she pushed back. Sure, Xayah was the queen of anal here, but Ahri knew what she was doing.
It didn’t take much for that determined tongue to slip into her ass. When it did she tried to act startle and squirm. Nick sucked on her hole, letting her insides cling to his tongue for a moment, before giving one last, wet kiss and rising back to his feet. His dick was already wet, slippery and sticky with Xayah’s anal juices and Janna’s spit, so Ahri’s hole was more than ready now.
Taking after Xayah’s teachings, Nick wasn’t gentle. He wanted to impress Ahri, to give her what she asked for and more. When his dick gained purchase inside of her ass, he took full advantage of it and violently shoved himself further. He pressed his palms against her shoulders as he thrust inside. His hips pinned Ahri’s groin to the wall, flattening her bubbly ass and making it balloon out between their bodies. He sat there for a moment, basking in the feel of Ahri’s guts. Sticky and sloppy, much like Xayah’s had been. No matter how clean she kept herself, her insides would remain just as delectably filthy. Nick sighed, pressing harder against her ass and remaining there for a moment, before finally pulling back out.
He let his cock slip entirely free of Ahri’s asshole, just to see it wink and tighten back up. Then he forced himself back inside. Ahri had little time to recover before she was pinned to the wall again. Nick leaned forward and breathed down her neck as he began to fuck her.
This was exactly what Ahri wanted, and she made it apparent with little vocalizations and backwards thrusts. He kissed her neck as she gasped and let out little cries. She was being his submissive little pet. Even still, Nick managed to make this just sweet enough to drive her wild. Ahri soon found his hand enveloping hers. As he rutted into her, he planted kisses along her neck and squeezed her hand. There was an urge, from somewhere deep inside of him, to tell her that he loved her. He kept himself from doing so, for obvious reasons. This night wasn’t about love, it was about fun. And Nick didn’t really know if he loved Ahri, but he certainly loved her right now. Tonight he loved each and every one of them.
After one more good push, Xayah assumed most of Nick’s seed was gone and she stepped down from the bed. Janna remained on her back, breathing satisfied. Her face was messy with sweat and cum and spit, but she had gotten her fill, at least until Nick came again. She was now content to watch from the bed, letting one hand travel down to her womanhood.
Xayah fell to her hands and knees and crawled under Nick’s legs. She turned herself around and sat against the wall. Nick didn’t notice her until her tongue tickled his balls. When he looked down at her, she pulled her head away and opened her mouth. She wanted to taste Ahri’s ass. Not her asshole, but the inside of her ass, and she hoped that Nick got the hint.
After a few more pumps Xayah was happy to see that Nick was aware of what an opened mouth meant; that it needed to be stuffed. He pulled out of Ahri and let his glans fall and slap against Xayah’s tongue. She moaned and slurped on it, tasting Ahri’s insides and that delightfully masculine dick. She thought the taste was too masculine for someone of Nick’s stature, even if he was proving to be far more than he seemed. She sucked on it, letting the first few inches into her mouth before pulling away.
Nick slipped back inside of Ahri, who had leaned down to pat Xayah on the head. The fox girl ran her hand over Xayah’s ears, rubbing them like one would a pet. She managed to look down at the girl and wink at her. Xayah loved these kinds of head pats, it was a weakness of hers.
Nick swapped between the two, giving Ahri’s ass a few powerful thrusts before pulling back out to give Xayah a taste of the fox girl’s insides. A rhythm was formed, and sooner than later Nick was ready to cum again. He leaned forward, into Ahri’s ear.
“Are you close?”
She nodded eagerly, “been holding it, nngh, for when you were ready.”
Nick kissed her ear, sucking on her lobe, before hilting himself inside of her ass and releasing his load. He groaned and hissed as he came, hands forming fists against the wall, but he didn’t fill her up completely. After a few good pumps, he pulled out and stuffed himself inside of Xayah’s mouth. She gurgled in surprise when his dick pushed into her throat. He hadn’t actually intended to do that, but it was hard to control himself at the moment.
Nick gave a few short and powerful thrusts into Xayah’s mouth before staggering away. He felt like his head was spinning. His hand groped the air until he found Ahri’s desk, and he leaned on it to collect himself, rubbing his brow with his index finger and thumb. His dick was soft again, but that didn’t mean he was done. It was just a lot to take in. Ahri turned around and sank to the floor. Her ass was sore, but in a good way. Xayah had moved to the kitchen for a drink of water. That seemed like a good idea. Nick moved to join her, but was suddenly stopped by a gust of wind.
A few pieces of paper that had previously been neatly stacked on Ahri’s desk went fluttering past, and Nick was forcefully spun around.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Janna asked. She was hovering now, a few feet off the ground.
Nick realized he was caught up in a small tornado, and took in the incredibly strange sensation for a moment before he was tugged closer to the mage.
“I was gonna get a drink.”
“Oh, no no no. You think you can satisfy them and leave me hanging?” Janna teased.
“No, I just-”
“You don’t wonder what my pussy feels like? Do you even have any more cum for me?” Janna pulled him close enough to grab his cock and line it up with her pussy. “You don’t need a break yet. You haven’t earned it.” Janna gave him a few pumps to get him back up and aggressively hilted his soft dick in her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, joining him in the tornado.
Nick’s dick acted on its own. It hardened almost immediately. Even though it had just been in several holes, the envelopment of another one was enough to set his loins on fire once again. No, he didn’t need a break. Not yet, at least. He didn’t want to take time away from fucking these beautiful women. What had he even been thinking? His hands fell to her hips, gently squeezing them before wrapping around to her ass cheeks. Even in this position, with her legs wrapped around him and stretching her glutes, he could tell she had the fattest butt of the bunch. This made sense, given her main form of movement involved floating. She didn’t need a lot of that kind of exercise to make it as a Star Guardian.
He squeezed her ass and bucked and Janna hummed in response. She had been waiting for this. It was about time she got her turn. The tornado became a more gentle little spiral of wind. She met his thrusts eagerly, their hips clapping together. They kissed and he reached one hand around to the back of her head. He rubbed her purple locks and an idea presented itself before him. Before he could fully comprehend it, he acted on the urge.
Janna let out a short scream as her head was tugged back. This sudden aggression had killed her focus, but made her cunt gush with pleasure. The tornado wavered before crumbling but Nick landed on his feet. Janna managed to keep part of herself aloft so that Nick wouldn’t struggle to hold her. She wanted all of his focus to be on fucking her. He thrust into her, with both hands yanking her head backwards by her hair. Xayah cheered from the kitchen and Ahri wrapped around them, climbing onto the bed to finger herself softly. Janna’s legs remained wrapped around his waist as he fucked her.
Her legs kept him locked into her, unable to pull out more than a few inches. Her walls convulsed around him, contracting and pressing down in rhythmic motions. Nick was rapidly reaching his orgasm. After reaching his climax so many times, there was no middle ground. It would either take many minutes or a few seconds for him to cum again, and it seemed that the latter was true in this case.
Janna caught on quickly and suddenly blew him away. She landed on her feet, staggering backwards and right between Ahri’s legs.
“No, don’t finish inside of me. I want to taste it- hey!” Janna squealed as her arms were snatched up from behind.
Ahri pulled her legs to her chest and planted them against Janna’s back. At the same time she grabbed ahold of both of the mage’s arms and pulled them backwards.
Janna struggled, “what are you doing!?” she wriggled her arms but Ahri gave her no leeway.
Xayah laughed and pounced onto the bed. Janna was tugged onto the bed, legs kicking in a faux struggle. Xayah reached around Janna’s head, slipping her fingers into her mouth and prying it open. “We're just giving you what you want! Come on Nick, stuff your dick down her throat!”
Janna’s eyes were wide and she jerked her head from side to side. Xayah’s grip was firm and growing firmer still. Once Nick reached her, she couldn’t move at all.
Nick smiled at the girls. He stepped up on the bed, stabilizing himself before lining himself up with Janna’s open mouth. Each girl was looking up at him, eyes eager and horny. Xayah was clinging to Janna’s head, pressing her chin against her scalp. She winked at Nick, and that was all he needed to get going.
It took one powerful thrust to break into Janna’s throat. She retched but he didn’t stop pushing until her teeth touched the base of his groin. Xayah reached down and gently rubbed the woman’s distended throat, effectively jacking Nick off in the process. He was breathless, teeth clenched as he stared down at Janna. Her eyes were panicked but eager, watery and threatening to close as she struggled to breathe.
When Nick pulled out he didn’t go very far. He only backed up a few inches, not even enough to get his mushroom head out of her throat, and shoved himself back inside.
“Fuck…” he groaned. There was no way he was going to last very long like this.
He looked back down at her her slobbery mouth, drooling down to his balls and the bed below. Xayah reached down and caught a thick strand before wiping it across the mage’s face, glazing her features in thick, shiny drool. Nick thrust again, forcing another delicious gurgle from her throat. The next thrust forced a cough from her and with it a short overflowing of drool. Xayah repeated her actions after each thrust until Janna’s whole face was a glazed mess.
“Do you want him to fill your tummy up again? Force you to choke on his thick cum? Have you not had your fill yet, you insatiable slut?” Ahri chided the woman from behind.
Janna did her best to nod, harsh gurgles and retches escaping her lips as her only form of consent. Nick fucked her face harder now, ready to finish inside of her, but not ready to finish for the night. He never wanted to stop. Those previous thoughts of a break had vanished the instant he started fucking Janna’s face.
He bent his knees and stole Janna’s head from Xayah. With his hands he pinned her face to his groin and violently bucked his hips, making tiny, powerful thrusts into her gullet. He came after a few more thrusts. Janna’s arms flexed, her fingers clawing at the air as she choked. Lustful tears fell from her eyes as Nick humped her face like an animal. After each load, he would pull out a few inches and drive his cock back inside of her until every last drop was swallowed up. When it was over, he simply let go of her head and nearly fell backwards off of the bed. He caught himself after a few stumbling backsteps.
Janna was released and reached for her throat and coughed loudly. In between each cough was a sharp gasp. She wiped her eyes and took in great lungfuls of air as she regained herself. She sat at the end of the bed, hands cupping the edges, and sighed.
“Phew…” she glanced up at Nick and smiled.
Realizing that she and everyone else was perfectly a-okay with this sort of behavior was liberating. It was liberating in the sense that he felt like he could do whatever he wanted. To demonstrate this feeling, as soon as Xayah stood up and attempted to move past him, he simply shoved her back onto the bed and mounted her. She stared up at him, speechless for a moment as he climbed atop her body. He lined himself up with her pussy and shoved himself inside unceremoniously. He wasn’t done yet. Even after however many orgasms he’d experienced, he simply was not done.
Xayah reached up to weakly push against his chest, but he could see in her eyes that this was what she wanted. It had come unexpectedly, but proved an exciting change of pace. She dug her claws into his chest as he began fucking her. He reached down and pried her arms off of him and pinned them to the bed. She mewled like a scared cat and began kicking her legs, to no avail.
Her top vanished and Nick pawed at her breast. It was firm, petite and pale, like the rest of her body. He groped it aggressively, squeezing the small mound of flesh in his hand. She turned her head up, extending her neck and began breathing heavily, giving as many signs as she could. It seemed that even after coming this far, there were still some things Nick just wasn’t prepared for. When she looked up at him, with those intense fuck-me eyes and told him to choke her, he nearly lost his ground. There was hesitation in his thrust, his hips pausing briefly as he comprehended what she said. But all of this inner conflict lasted only a short moment, and in the next he placed both hands around her throat and went back to pounding her.
His fingers squeezed down tentatively at first. When Xayah gasped he relented but she shook her head and he applied the pressure again. She coughed and let out a harsh gasp but he didn’t relent this time. He was learning.
Somehow he still had strength in his hips, and he displayed this fact proudly. The bed shook with each impact, and Xayah’s cunt squelched and gushed in response. Nick’s fingers tightened and Xayah slapped at his arms and wrists, clawing them gently. He did not let go. The only time he slacked was to give Xayah a small chance to breathe. His hips maintained their powerful pace, driving every inch of dick into her cunt. On occasion, his dick slipped completely free from her folds, but managed to drive itself right back inside without missing a beat.
Both of them were caked in sweat. The room had grown hotter and hotter the more they fucked. Ahri opened a window and after raising the blinds she realized that the sun had set. They had been going at this for at least six hours, with no end in sight. Everything up until this point had passed like a blur. None of them wanted it to end.
Janna let herself fall forward onto the bed. Xayah bounced slightly when the mage landed next to her. She glanced over just in time to see Janna’s ass ripple and quake before settling. Even as she was being pounded and choked, she had to touch it. She patted around with her hand – her watery eyes doing little to help her – until she found that fatty meat. She gave it a squeeze, much like Nick was doing to her throat.
Nick noticed that her attention had been diverted and after seeing what had stolen her from him, he found himself stolen as well, if only for a moment. After regaining himself, he pulled out of Xayah and dragged his cock downward. It parted Xayah’s cheeks, packed tightly under her weight, and his glans kissed her asshole. He paused briefly, preparing himself, then drove himself into her ass. His hands remained around her throat, and squeezed harder than ever before as he broke into her ass.
Xayah let out a breathless, choked cry and her cunt gushed. Nick regained steam, hips moving faster and faster as he stretched her ass. Xayah came, her juices spilling over his dick and abdomen. It soaked into Ahri’s bed, further dampening the blanket and sheets below.
Nick came next, only a few seconds after Xayah. With the way her asshole clenched and her guts convulsed, he had no hope of lasting very long. He kept pumping nonetheless, and swapped back to her pussy before he finished unloading. His last few ropes of cum were stuffed into the bird-woman’s velvet tunnel. He looked down at her. Her eyes were fluttering, as if she was on the verge of unconsciousness. That was when Nick realized he was still choking her. He let go quickly and placed his hands under her and rolled. She came with him, limp as she was, and he stopped when their positions were swapped, with him under her and she atop him. The only reason he did this was because his arms wouldn’t have been able to hold him up much longer, and he wanted to play it off.
Xayah remained limp for a moment, letting everything wash over her slowly. She sighed, and planted a few little kisses on Nick’s chest. Her legs weren’t going to be working for a while, she knew that. Instead of lifting herself off of Nick, she simply rolled off and collapsed on her back.
The bed shook, drawing Nick’s attention to his side. Janna was still lying there, on her stomach. She was wiggling her ass, staring at him. Nick had to collect his strength for a moment, before lifting himself up and pulling Janna to the edge of the bed by her legs. Ahri stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his midsection. She placed her head on his shoulder lazily and looked down at Janna.
“Still one hole you haven’t claimed,” she whispered into his ear.
Her words sent a chill down Nick’s spine. Janna’s ass was by far the largest of the group. Her cheeks were pillowy, Nick could tell from just looking at it. It was almost all fat. The benefits of floating everywhere, he reminded himself. But he couldn’t bring himself to press his cock between those beautiful cheeks, not before he got a taste.
Nick fell to his knees and scooted up to that delicious looking rear. Ahri stepped next to him and leaned down. Her fingers sank into that fatty meat, and she spread Janna’s cheeks. The mage’s asshole was the largest of the group, which was a strange thing to notice, but Nick did. It was expectedly pink in the middle, and the outer rim was dark, brownish in color. The ring was thicker, in a sense. The countless little ribbed muscles lining it were more prominent. Frankly speaking, it made Nick’s mouth water. With Ahri offering the perfect invitation, and Janna repeatedly giving little wiggles to press him on, Nick dove inside.
The taste was expectedly clean, and the earthiness was gentle, nearly as much as Ahri’s. It was a little salty, given that it was cooped up between these cheeks through all the fucking. But this saltiness, while obviously a potential flavoring in each of these girls’ assholes, gave Janna a distinct taste. He licked her asshole, making it twitch and clench up.
Of the three, Janna was the least experienced with anal sex, but she enjoyed it. Normally she was the one doing the worshiping, particularly if a cock was involved, but this was a nice little change of pace. The pair of lips on her asshole felt strangely pleasurable, and even more so whenever Nick’s tongue wormed its way around her ring. She tried to help him inside, but it was more slow going than with the other two. He did eventually manage to get it inside, and the flexible muscle dancing around her rectum was strange indeed. She wondered what he was tasting in there, what flavors.
He pulled out soon after, and she felt his lips trace little kisses around her fatty butt cheeks. She heard him stand and soon after she felt his hard dick land between her cheeks. Ahri was still spreading her for him.
As Nick entered her, he reached around and under Janna. Her breasts were squeezed under her weight, and he grabbed one of them. He squeezed the soft flesh as he bucked into her ass. His pace was slower this time, almost lazy. The man was still out of breath after pounding Xayah, and this gentler fucking was helping him recouperate. Janna didn’t mind it either, she was still reeling from the throatfucking.
This pace didn’t last forever though. Soon, Nick’s hips grew faster as his lust grew hungrier. His hips were nearly numb, but they continued to pump his dick in and out of Janna’s ass. His forehead was drenched in sweat, his hair matted and messy. His heart was racing, and each blink was more labored than the last, yet in reality he felt none of this. He was basically drunk at this point, his brain overrun with pleasure chemicals from the endless orgy that this day had become.
Ahri let go of Janna’s ass, giving it one last, good squeeze before turning her attention to Nick. She mounted Janna’s back and pulled Nick in for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his head, fingers slipping under his matted locks and gently squeezing. There was a dance of tongues which continued for minutes. All the while Nick mindlessly thrusted into Janna’s rear.
“Nick… Nick… Nick!” Janna shouted.
Nick was pulled from his stupor, “yeah?”
“Don’t cum in my ass. I want you to fuck my tits and finish on my face.”
Nick pulled out of her lazily, his hard dick popping free of her ass. Ahri climbed off of Janna and the mage rolled onto her back. Nick climbed over her and humped her chest immediately. He placed his hands on the wall to steady himself and rutted away. The sensation was far less than her asshole or any other hole he’d explored, but it was good enough. He glanced down and saw that she had pressed her tits together with her hands and they were fully enveloping his dick. But he was winded and running out of steam, so he just pounded her chest as hard as he could until he finally erupted. He groaned and scooted himself up, letting his glans enter Janna’s open mouth.
His load was noticeably smaller this time, but still enough to give Janna a full mouth. She swallowed it down and tapped on his thigh to let him know she was done. While this was happening, Janna managed to finish herself off with her hand. Nick shimmied backwards and stood. His legs were no longer able to hold him up correctly and Ahri and Xayah had to steady him.
“He can’t get home like this,” Xayah said.
“It’s no problem. I’m not done anyway.” Ahri guided Nick to the bed.
Nick turned and fell sideways, his head landing on the pillows. The bed was damp, but it felt more comfortable than any he’d been on before. Ahri leaned down and kissed him, before asking if he was okay. He nodded and she let her hand slip down to his cock.
“Still got some juice in there?” she asked.
Nick nodded again, “yeah, just not anywhere else.”
Ahri chuckled, “that’s no problem. We’ll take care of you.” with one more kiss, she climbed over him and lowered herself over his dick. She enveloped him easily, his cock semi-hard but soon to regain its rigidity. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest, in the valley of her breasts. “Can you feel my heartbeat?”
Nick held his hand there, closing his eyes to focus. He nodded, the thumping of her heart reverberated through his hand and seemed to continue down his wrist, his arm, everywhere, even though it didn’t. This more than anything made him hard as a rock. His hips bucked upwards gently, ushering Ahri to begin riding him. All the while he kept his hand on her breast, feeling her heartbeat. She put her hands on his shoulders and silently rode him.
Xayah stepped lightly onto the bed, over Janna, and laid next to Nick, nearest the wall. “I’m not done yet.”
“Hm?”
“I wanna cum again.” Xayah sat up, “one more…” and adjusted herself to sit on Nick’s face.
Nick wasn’t one to complain, especially in this situation. Xayah planted her asshole right over his nose, and all of those delicious, infectious smells were stronger now after so much exertion. She let him breathe it in for a moment before sinking over his lips. Nick’s tongue lazily got to work. Each lick was laborious and overflowing with flavor. Everything seemed stronger now. Maybe this was because Nick was so exhausted, or simply because Xayah tasted better after her asshole was drenched in her cum and sweat. Both were just as likely.
Janna remained where she was, lying across the width of the bottom of the bed. She drifted through the haze of so many orgasms, with the taste of Nick’s cum on her tongue. Their previous orgies hadn’t ever ended like this. Every other time, everyone was cognizant and capable of going home, but it was clear no one would be leaving tonight. Thankfully the bed was big enough to fit them all.
Ahri continued at her lackadaisical pace. She was comfortable with going slow now. This was like a victory lap, and she honestly didn’t know if Nick’s dick could handle a rough riding at this point. She couldn’t ask him either, not when his face was enveloped by Xayah’s ass. She looked up to meet Xayah, who was already staring at her. The bird woman suddenly pulled Ahri’s head in for a kiss. It was sloppy and horny, further showing that Xayah still wasn’t finished yet. Ahri could tell now from the scent of her that she was basically in a small heat. This wasn’t uncommon, Xayah was known to go wild. Something special about her libido, she had spoken of it vaguely before. She reached down to finger the horny girl, and found her cunt to be utterly drenched. It was all sticky and it squelched when Ahri’s finger entered her.
It was incredibly easy to bring Xayah to orgasm at this point, and with this in combination with Nick’s eager tongue, she hardly lasted a few seconds. She lifted off of him when she came, allowing him to breathe again. His chest was drenched, but he was used to that sensation by now, with nearly every part of his body having at least some amount of sexual residue belonging to one or more of the girls. Strangely, he never felt cleaner than he did right then. This was how he wanted to be, from now and forever long.
Suddenly, his orgasm came, as if forced out of him by magic. Ahri hadn’t finished yet and continued to ride him, all the while she remained gentle. She wormed her way back into his head, comforting and praising him. Their eyes locked once again and he was lost inside of her. From her to eternity.
Xayah fell off of Nick, sinking her ass on the pillow next to his head and rapidly fingered both of her holes. Everyone else was slowing down, but she just couldn’t stop, not yet. Nick turned his head and pushed it between her cheeks, replacing her finger with his tongue. She moaned in appreciation and grinded against his mouth and nose. He pulled away after a bit of this and brought one of his hands to her ass, and sank two fingers inside of it. Xayah groaned and pushed backwards, forcing his fingers as deep as they could. His digits hooked themselves into her walls and massaged them. He rotated them until they were grinding against the wall closest to her pussy, and grew more forceful.
Xayah didn’t even need to finger herself at this point. She simply fell forward and submitted to him. With her head against the wall and the rest of her body limp, she was brought to orgasm yet again. Somehow more juices spilled from her cunt, soaking the pillow beneath. Nick pushed his face forward and drank up the rest that leaked from her.
Ahri rode him to her own orgasm, and collapsed atop him as her hips convulsed. His cock grew soft inside of her, and she rolled onto her side, to the edge of the bed next to him. She planted soft kisses on his cheek and tugged his chin to make him look at her. They kissed, eyes hazy, both drunk on the lust.
“You can stay here tonight.” her voice was soft, weak from exertion.
Nick hummed a low thanks and placed his forehead against hers. Janna crawled up slowly, Nick only noticed when she felt his lips on his cock. Even though he was soft, she still wanted to worship it. His eyelids were growing heavy. Ahri’s head sank down to his shoulder and remained there. The bed shook gently as Xayah tried to bring herself to one more orgasm as quietly as she could. Just one more.
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Nick was the first to wake up the next morning. After a few short moments of confusion, he chose not to move. He was on his back, his head on a lightly dampened pillow. Sunlight poured in through the opened blinds. Ahri lay asleep, her head on his chest and one arm wrapped around his midsection. He felt Janna before seeing her. She was lying with her head on his cock, and one leg wrapped around his. Xayah was to his right, lying upside down, with her ass a few inches from his face. One of his fingers was inside of it, hugged tightly by her asshole.
Ahri woke up next. She stretched her neck and looked up at Nick. Neither of them felt like moving, so they remained there. His hand brushed Ahri’s hair gently, and she kissed his chest. Once Xayah woke up, followed shortly by Janna, Ahri rose.
She stumbled into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. She retrieved some coffee grounds and turned on the coffeemaker. It began to bubble and hiss, filling the room with what to most was the scent of morning.
“Good morning,” her voice was hoarse.
Xayah groaned as she rose. Nick’s finger slipped from her asshole as she climbed over him and out of bed. She gave a little snort when she saw him place that same finger in his mouth. She rubbed her eyes as she adjusted to the sunlight.
“Morning!’ Janna sounded chipper. A string of drool stretched and broke as she rose from Nick’s cock.
“I’ll make you coffee, but then you’ll have to scoot. Sorry,” Ahri looked about the room, “unless you want to help me clean up.”
“I’ll help,” Nick offered.
“I was kidding, sweetheart.”
“Oh.”
“She’s pretty picky with her room. Never lets anyone help her clean.” Xayah said. With a snap of her fingers her school clothes returned and her hair color morphed into her usual deep amber. “I don’t drink coffee, so I’m gonna head out now. Probably gonna fall into a coma when I get to my room. See you around, Loverboy.” She winked at Nick as she left.
“See ya.” Nick blushed, as if he hadn’t just been fingering her asshole. It was strange how nerves worked.
“You drink coffee?’ Ahri asked.
“Sometimes.”
“Is this sometimes?”
“With you, of course.”
Ahri hummed, “you’re trying too hard.”
Janna’s hand crept onto Nick’s shoulder, “we’re doing this again, soon, right?”
“I don’t see why not. Has to be a weekend though. We don’t seem to stop when it comes to Loverboy.”
“Sounds good to me, what do you say, Nick?” Janna asked.
Nick nodded and cleared his throat, “yeah, I’d love to do this again.” he chuckled.
“Good.”
The coffeemaker beeped. Ahri retrieved three mugs from a cabinet. “Mhm, now let's get drinking and going. My bed is filthy.”
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Title: (Commission) The Assailant
Chapter title: The-Assailant
Story Description:
Prisoner 516 has gone too far this time. After dropping another prisoner off of the roof of Steelwater Prison, the guards decide they've had enough. If she won't listen to the usual style of punishment, they'll just have to try a new one.
Tags: Rape, Gangbang, Triple Penetration, Paralysis, Asphyxiation, Triple Anal Penetration, Triple Vaginal Penetration.
Games: League of LegendsxSp♂♀
Story Content:
“I’m sure you’ve all heard of prisoner 516. Well, it turns out she just doesn’t learn her lesson. You hear about what happened last night? She threw some fucker off the roof because he wouldn’t give her the information she wanted. Prisoner 982 is now in the infirmary, which costs supplies, time, and workers.” The massive, gray warden loomed over the small army of guards he’d called to this meeting. The meeting, though containing a large number of people, was considered private. He knew these men to be trustworthy, and like-minded to him. They stood at attention, waiting for him to continue.
“Now, I don’t know about you folk, but I’m a bit tired of this cunt. She can handle a beating, and she thinks that can carry her through all of her insubordination. Well I say, if she can take any kind of beating we throw at her, how about we discipline her in another way?” He smirked as the guards glanced to and fro, confused by what he meant. Though some seemed to understand his meaning.
“You know those gas grenades that those over on the mainland have been cooking up? Well I got my hands on a couple of them. They work as a paralytic agent, stopping those who breathe it in from moving, though they are fully aware, and can feel everything.” He pulled one from under his desk, as well as a gas mask. “These masks will filter the chemicals from the gas, only letting oxygen in. I have several dozen, just for you, and me.” He turned, reaching into a nearby chest and tossing masks into the hands of the many guards. He kept one for himself. More were getting the idea now.
“Put them on. Except you.” He pointed to one of the newer members of his fold. This one still needed to prove himself.
The guard grew nervous, trying to hide it with a weak poker face. He glanced around the room as the other guards strapped their masks in place. The warden, after putting his mask on, picked the grenade back up, before pulling the pin. He looked back over towards the sweating guard.
“Got to see if it works, you understand.” The grenade fell to the ground, clanking against the cold, stone floor, before letting out a low hiss.
Suddenly, the grenade exploded into a great green cloud of gas. The unprotected guard jumped, gasping in surprise. The gas had already expanded to encompass the entire room, and the guard was instantly feeling its effects. His body grew weaker, though he was still wide awake. He fell, collapsing onto the ground, nearly hitting his head on one of the haphazardly built pipes that jutted out of the wall.
The other guards stepped away, giving the man space to do nothing. He couldn’t move an inch, only his eyes. The hard, thudding sound of the warden’s steps grew closer, and he leaned over the guard.
“Effects last a couple hours. Once it wears off, feel free to join us if you’re up for it. Make a sound if you understand.”
“Mmmph.”
“Good.” The warden stood, heading towards the door. “I put her in the furthest cell in solitary. No one should interrupt us. Let’s get going.”
—--
Vi was roused from her nap by the cascading sound of countless boots stomping against the stone floor of the hallway. The sound echoed through her hollow cell. It must have been time for another beating. She stood, cracking her neck, working her shoulders, and popping her knuckles. She wore a dirty white tank top with her prisoner number - 516 - written on the back. On her legs were a pair of baggy pinstripe pants, and she wore boots that were one size too small.
The lights in the hall were dim, leaking into her cell and painting her a colorless white. Her pink hair always stood out here. Most other people were colorless, beaten by the system. Vi managed to maintain herself.
What looked to be at least a dozen guards passed in front of her cell, before stopping and facing her. She braced herself as she waited for one of them to unlock the door. There were a lot, but she’d handle it. She always did.
None of them moved. They were all staring at her, eyes moving over her body. This was different. Some of them were staring at her chest, others her crotch, some were even trying to get a peek at her rear.
“The fuck? You going to open that door so we can get this over with, or do you just want to ogle me?” This was strange, but Vi didn’t lose her edge. “I know you must get pretty lonely here, but if you even think of laying a finger on me I’ll-” her sentence stopped short when she saw what they were doing.
They’d stopped staring at her, each one reaching behind himself and pulling out a mask, and placing it over their heads. Not one of them said a word, which was also odd. Normally, guards liked to egg her on, make her start the conflict. She was almost embarrassed by how easily it worked. But now, in this new section of solitary confinement, maybe things were different. She shrugged inwardly, it was just another thing she’d have to adapt to.
A louder, more familiar set of footsteps were heard. The warden, of course he was here. He always liked to watch. He stepped in front of the cell, in front of his men. In one hand was a key, in another some type of device. She looked up at his face, only to realize he too was wearing a mask.
His voice was muffled, but she could barely make out his words. “It seems you never learn from violence. So we decided to try something else this time. Something more one-sided and enjoyable.” He lifted the device, a round, shoddily made thing.
Once he pulled the pin, Vi realized it had to have been some kind of bomb. He wasn’t going to kill her, no. That was against the rules. Rules could always change, especially here. He reached through her bars and dropped it into her cell. She broke into a dash, grabbing the grenade, reaching back, preparing to chuck it as far away from her cell as she could, but she was too late. In an instant, it blew up. She felt no pain, it was some kind of gas. She coughed, choking on the fumes.
She barely even noticed she was falling, surrounded by the haze of green gas. It dissipated quickly. Only when she felt her back hit the ground did she realize. She heard the cell door open, and the warden stepped inside.
“Alright, just to double check its effectiveness, let me give you a demonstration.” The warden turned back towards his men as he unbuckled his pants.
Vi could only look around, she couldn’t move anything else. No matter how hard she tried, her muscles didn’t work. But she could feel everything around her. She felt panic, fear, an unusual emotion, but painfully nostalgic. She was on her back, staring at the ceiling, the warden’s form was looming over her. She didn’t want to look.
A large, grey hand covered her vision, before settling on the back of her head. She was tugged up, she could feel her hair being pulled, making her head sting, but she could do nothing about it. In a moment, she was lifted to her limp knees, only staying up because of his hand on her head. His cock couldn’t be avoided now. It was massive, turgid, and inhumanly grey. She didn’t know what the warden was, but clearly he had human tastes.
The warden’s cock began to grow, hardening and extending to an even larger size. He gripped it in his hand, letting it fall over her face. It covered half of her face, grazing against her nose, touching her lips. She wanted to spit, to bite, to attack. She could do nothing.
“See, she can’t move an inch. No biting, even if she wanted to, but why would she want to do that?” The warden snickered. The guards, still waiting outside of the cell, were already growing excited at the prospect of what they’d be able to do to her. They knew to wait for the warden to finish before doing anything though.
And the warden took no time getting to work. With a thumb, he forced Vi’s mouth open. She panicked, every ounce of effort put into doing anything. Her throat didn’t even react, she didn’t gag when he hammered himself into the back of her throat. She could feel it, but there was no coughing, no retching, nothing. Not even when he broke past her barrier and shoved himself into her esophagus. Was she going to suffocate? Is this how she would die?
He didn’t seem to care about her worries, or her need for oxygen. Her jaw was stretched painfully wide, and she did feel that pain. She could feel everything. Almost like a living toy. The thought came to her, and she couldn’t avoid the comparison. They found a way to punish her in a way she couldn’t handle, and they were just beginning. This was hell.
She felt every pump, every vein, every pulse of the warden’s cock. It was massive, her throat was stretched out. She drooled mindlessly around him, spit collecting in his pubic hair, falling to the floor, soaking her top. He grabbed her tongue, stretching it out until it tickled his balls with each balls-deep thrust. It just made more drool fall onto her chest, and pool onto the floor.
Soon his crotch was a mess of her spit and whatever other juices his cock shoveled out. His dick was covered in the bubbly, sticky fluids, it felt wonderful. He hated this girl, and loved punishing her, and this was the best punishment of all. His men were waiting though, patiently watching this woman’s throat get fucked without even touching themselves. Though they were twitching with arousal. He appreciated their patience, and picked up the pace.
Wet squelches came from Vi’s throat as his pumps grew more rapid. Where pained, harsh gags should have been, her throat sounded more like a fleshlight. Which was more appropriate for her current status, as she was just a sex toy for them.
The warden’s breath was growing labored, more rapid, he was getting close. Vi just wanted it to end. She knew she’d feel every ounce of his disgusting liquid flowing down her throat, but she couldn’t swallow. He would drown her in his cum. The realization filled her with a renewed panic, she couldn’t close off access to her lungs. She looked the warden in his eyes, he couldn’t kill her, no. She knew what those guards were planning to do, they wouldn’t settle for using her corpse, would they?
The warden watched as Vi panicked harder, was she that worried about his cum? She’d just get a full belly. Wait, no she wouldn’t. Shit. He pumped harder, eeking the last bits of pleasure her throat could give him, before he blew his load. Once that surge of pleasure came, he yanked himself out, her throat was replaced by his hand, and he pumped himself over her face. Groaning, he released his seed onto her face. It wasn’t normal, more thick, globby and hard. He avoided her nose, even if he wanted to watch her choke.
The guards watched, realizing their turn was coming up. Anxiously waiting for the warden to finish dumping his load on her face. Thankfully he didn’t take much longer. With a sigh, he let go of her head, and she slumped to the ground, almost like she was prostrating.
The warden huffed, sucking in his bloated stomach as he pulled his pants back up. He stepped out of the cell, ducking as not to hit his head. “Alright, she’s all yours. Oh, just don’t cum down her throat, she can’t swallow. Wait until she gets some motor function back. And here,” he tossed a pair of handcuffs to one guard, and a ring gag to the other, “for when she starts struggling.” With that, he turned and headed down the hallway, leaving the guards to their own devices.
Vi had heard everything, at least she wasn’t going to die. That meant she could still get her revenge. All she had to do was get through this, which she didn’t have much of a choice in. So why not spend this time planning her payback, nothing much else she could do, except focus on what they were doing and suffer. Nah, she’d get to planning.
The first guard inside of the cell began tearing at her tank top. “She’ll get another one, and if not, this is better for everyone anyways.”
The others laughed, one of them holding her up as the man tore her top away. Her firm, modestly sized breasts popped free. One nipple was pierced, the other was untouched. They were small, fitting her breasts. The guard in front didn’t hold back, he immediately latched onto the pierced one, licking and sucking at it as he fumbled with his belt.
The one behind her had already slipped his hand into her pants, he was forcing his finger between her cheeks, roughly rubbing her dark asshole. He pulled out, licking his finger for lubrication before shoving his hand back inside of her pants. With a bit of effort, he was able to push past her relaxed sphincter and into her bowels. Her cheeks were surprisingly doughy, though he could feel plenty of muscle under the layer of fat.
Her pants were tugged down by the one in front, and he lined his cock up with her dry, pink pussy lips. She’d never had a dick in there. Toys, sure, but her preference for women had made itself clear before she’d even seen a penis. But she couldn’t voice that, of course. She couldn’t even wince when the man shoved himself inside with no lubrication.
The man behind her forced his dick between her cheeks, deciding to prep himself with the sweat that had accumulated, instead of trying to go in dry. She was relaxed, sure, but her ass was almost too tight for his finger, let alone his cock. He spat down, letting it trickle between her cheeks and around his cock, before lining himself up with her tiny, brownish pucker.
“Lean her over here.” One guard said. While the others had nothing to penetrate, they could at least feel her up.
The guard in her pussy pulled his face away from her breasts, and turned her slightly, letting her hang off to the side limply. The one who made the request shoved his fingers into her mouth, forcing them down her throat. He was shocked by the lack of resistance or gagging. Her slick esophagus was just another hole for them to use, granted there was no way for them to fuck it yet, but once one of the guards finished inside of her they could get to work.
Her cheeks clapped, echoing through the cell as the man behind her pounded himself into her. He didn’t care for her well-being, all he wanted was her ass, and the pleasure he could get from it. And it did feel incredible, it was tight, painfully so. But the slight pain from the squeeze just made it more pleasurable.
“Fucking shit, your ass is prime! You ever take a cock up here before?” He spanked her, feeling her fatty meat quake in his hand.
“Cunt’s tight up front too. I doubt she’s taken much, always came off as a prude to me. Let’s stretch her out boys.”
The bystanders cheered, eagerly awaiting their chance to take her holes. Some decided not to wait, and were masturbating to the depraved show before them. One was using Vi’s hand to get himself off. The one playing with her mouth took up to that idea as well, wrapping her hand around his hard shaft with one hand while he pumped her throat with the other.
The one in her ass came first, the one in her cunt following quickly. The one using her throat quickly bent her over, lining her mouth up with his cock.
“Remember what the boss said.” One guard said as he replaced the man in her ass. He pushed into her pucker without hesitation, groaning at her smouldering tightness.
The man in her throat nodded in recognition. He was going to use her throat as much as he could before he came, he wanted to get it really messy. It was too bad she couldn’t gag yet. Maybe he’d come back for more once she was able to move.
One man came up, wrapping his cock in her pink, short hair, and used it to jack himself off. Two others stuck to her hands.
“Scoot over.” A guard pushed his way next to the one in her ass. He didn’t wait for a response before lining himself up with her already stuffed butthole, and pushing inside. He winced at the tightness, taking a moment to adjust, and then started pumping in sync with the other cock in her ass.
Fingers found their way into Vi’s pussy. One of the guards that was using her hand was now rapidly fingering her hole with abandon. Her juices began dripping around his hand as her body betrayed her.
“Hahaha, stupid whore’s coming on my fingers!”
“What? No, she isn’t coming, that’s just her body’s natural reaction. Trust me, she ain’t getting off from you manhandling her cunny, keep dreaming.” One of the guards teased him. “Just wait until I get my turn at her pussy, you’ll see what a female orgasm looks like.”
The guard fell silent, pumping his fingers harder as he fucked her hand.
The man in her mouth came, pulling out in the nick of time. He came onto her hair, barely missing the cock that was enveloped by her pink locks. He was quickly replaced by another.
Both cocks erupted in her ass at once, stuffing her full as they unloaded into her guts. When done, they dropped her like a used rag. Her head was kept from hitting the floor by the man fucking her gullet. Another one lifted her up, putting her on top of him as her pussy swallowed his cock.
“Watch and you may learn something.”
The one using her hand shook his head, “I’m good.” He sank to his knees, stuffing her ass. “I’m more of an ass man anyway, oh fuck yes…”
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They kept at this for hours. Men would leave, returning to their shifts, and more would arrive from theirs. As one pinned her against the wall, she flexed her fingers. She could move them. He pushed himself into her ass. A moment later they spun around so two men could get access to her pussy. They forced themselves inside of her at the same time, double stuffing her cunt without regard for her comfort.
That didn’t matter, she could move. She could resist. She flexed her bicep, trying to stay as still as possible as not to tip them off. But she couldn’t stop herself from clenching her asshole after a particularly harsh thrust.
“Nngh, fuck yeah. Wait a minute. Guys, she just squeezed around me. She just moved.”
They knew who she was, they knew to fear her.
“Think she’s waking up? Boss said it works slow.”
That must have comforted the one in her ass, because he gave another rough pump, forcing her to squeeze around him again. “Nngh, good. Cause this feels too good to stop.” He pumped again, and again, each one more deliberate than the last. He was letting her milk him with her reflexive clenching. He came soon after, groaning into her ear.
The two in her pussy had each grabbed one of her arms, squeezing her tight so that she couldn’t move. They weren’t taking any chances. One of them was staring into her eyes, watching her squint as she winced in discomfort.
“Yeah, she’s definitely waking up. Though that isn’t the right word, she was never asleep. She’s regaining control of her body.” He squeezed her wrist tighter, before moving in for a kiss.
Suddenly, in a surge of strength, Vi’s head darted forward. She headbutted the man, making him stagger backward, cock slipping free of her pussy.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Vi could speak. She screamed, roaring in retaliation as she struggled to break free of the others. They held her tight, not taking any chances.
“Handcuffs, get the handcuffs! Fucking should have done this from the start!” The one behind her pulled out of her ass, gripping her wrists and fighting to pull them behind her back. She tried to headbutt him, but he barely managed to duck out of the way.
One of the guards finally came to help him, handcuffs in hand. Her first wrist was easy, but once she realized what they were doing, her struggling doubled. She screamed, cursing them the whole way through.
The man in her pussy was brave. He was still fucking her as if nothing was amiss, he knew she wouldn’t break free, there were too many of them. And he was enjoying the extra space he had after she headbutted the other one in her cunt. After he finished inside of her, he moved to hold her down. However by that time most of the word had been done.
Vi was furious, her eyes shooting daggers at whoever she could look at. She gritted her teeth at them, whenever she wasn’t spewing profanities or threats.
They quickly realized her legs would have to be dealt with as well. One of the guards had an extra set of cuffs, and getting them around her legs was far easier than her arms had been.
And so, with her means of protecting herself sorted, she was slammed face first against the nearest wall as a guard penetrated her ass. He wasn’t the only one, a second cock forced its way inside soon after.
Vi cried out in pain. These bastards were going to pay, every last one of them. Right now she just had to get through it all. Sure, she wouldn’t be walking straight for the next week, but after she recovered, they would all be made to suffer.
“Hey, didn’t we have a ring gag? We could get this cunt to shut up and have a risk free way to fuck her face. Now that she’s functioning, I bet she’ll choke real nice like.”
“Yeah, here it is. Good luck getting it on her though.”
“How hard could it be?”
After the two in her ass finished, she was tossed to the ground. She had no way to stop herself from falling flat on her face. Rough hands spun her around, and she saw the gag. It was a metal ring, with a strap that was currently being wrapped around her head. She tried to struggle as best as she could, but there wasn’t much she could do. She did manage to bite one of the guards fingers though, that felt good. But, her fate was inevitable. The ring was forced into her mouth, and the strap was tightened around the back of her head. Vi drooled as she whipped her head around, trying to dislodge the gag.
The guards relished her screams, but were thankful she couldn’t speak. Her voice had gotten annoying long ago. The man that had mentioned fucking her throat was rushing to get to it. His shift would be starting soon, but the others had a different idea. He must have missed the part where they agreed to lift her up and fit as many cocks into her bottom holes as they could, but it certainly threw a wrench in his plans. He wouldn’t have time to fuck her throat after that, his shift started in less than then minutes. Oh well, he’d just come back later. Hopefully it would be less crowded by that point. He turned, heading down the hall, already fantasizing about her gagging around his cock.
The others hadn’t noticed his departure. Six of them were holding her up, rock hard cocks pressing against her lower entrances. Two managed to slip into her pussy, the third was struggling to fit inside. Her ass was faring much the same.
“How the hell does this bitch stay so tight?”
“Must be all the workouts she does. From what I hear, it’s the only thing she does here. She doesn’t even sleep. Thankfully it keeps her nice and tight, and she’ll stay that way. Which is good because we’re going to be here for a long time, cunt.”
Vi howled as her holes were mercilessly invaded. The final two men had managed to force their way into their respective holes, officially stuffing Vi with six cocks at once. It was this strange, confusing mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure. She absolutely hated every second of it. She zoned herself out, doing her best to ignore the way they made her feel, instead focusing on what she would do to each and every one of them. Each of them had a name tag, so even though their features were hidden, that was all she would need to look for. These guards were new to her, likely that they stuck around this side of the prison. She’d find them again.
The guards couldn’t care less how she was handling the situation, they were howling in their pleasure, cursing her, defiling her. They pounded into her holes without any structure or rhythm. Each cock sawed into her hole at its own pace. And therefore each cock came at its own pace. The first to cum was in her pussy. The man groaned, pulling out and shooting the rest of his load onto the floor. He sighed, wiping perspiration from his mask, and leaving. Each of their shifts were starting soon, so the others had to end it quickly. There was already a small crowd forming outside, as other guards were getting off of their shifts and wanted a taste of prisoner 516. That’s all she was to them, a number with a set of tight, attractive holes.
Once each of the guards inside of her came, she was dropped to the ground in a heap. Almost as soon as they left her, the new set of guards rushed inside, groping her, kissing her, fingering her, doing anything they wanted. But as usual, it ended up devolving into a rush to fuck her holes as roughly as they could, stuffing as many things inside of her at once.
—--
Footsteps echoed down the hall. While most of the other guards were heading to sleep after a long day of work and fucking, this one still had a throat to fuck. He was tired, sure, but there was no way he was going to give this up.
When he reached her cell, he realized he was the only one there. Poor girl had finally gotten a break, but he was more happy that he’d have her all to himself without interruption. She was lying on her side, arms still handcuffed behind her back, her legs were still cuffed as well. But most importantly, her gag was still firmly in place.
He didn’t care if she was sleeping, he needed her throat. It was all he thought about through his shift, and made time crawl. With his trousers pulled down, his erection was finally allowed to breathe. He sighed, before kneeling down and grabbing Vi by the hair and yanking her up. She let out a surprised shout, which turned into a growl. He lined himself up, staring into her hateful eyes as his hands wrapped around the back of her skull.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” He’d always been proud of his large cock, but knew no one would ever let him do what he wanted with it. They were always too nervous about choking, or being hurt. That didn’t matter now, 516 didn’t get a say in the matter. He could finally let himself take what he wanted.
Vi couldn’t move, she couldn’t twist her head at all. He was clutching her skull with all of his strength. All she could do was swallow his cock and try not to choke. It barely fit into the gag, his girth was almost too much. But he made it fit, moaning as he felt her tongue flatten against his cumvein. Her fight was already failing. She coughed, sending a wave of slobber around his shaft. She hated the way it made him moan.
With part of him inside, he sat for a moment. He relished the way her tongue tried to push him out. He let her struggle like that for a moment, she managed to gag on her own, her tongue working against her. She had no experience with this, and that just made it better for him.
His hands gripped her skull harder as he thrust forward. His cockhead smacked the back of her throat, pinning her uvula to the back of her mouth. She retched, screaming around his cock as she coughed up spit and slime. He pulled back, and hammered himself forward with all of his might, practically cracking her skull as he slammed it into his groin and hilted himself balls deep.
GLURRRCH
Vi retched, violently convulsing around him. He was nearly as big as the warden, but he was somehow even rougher.
GLACK, GLACHK, GLUURK
It was music to the guard’s ears. He hammered himself into her throat relentlessly, staring down at her face as she struggled, growing messier with each pump. Each time he pulled out brought forth a mess of slop and slime, covering his groin, dripping from his balls, soaking Vi’s tits.
He started into her eyes, watching her struggle to remain conscious as they rolled back into her head. Tears streamed down her face from the endless choking.
Her nose burned as she tried to suck in oxygen, blocked by the spit and slop that was spilling from it. It streamed down to her lips before mixing with the mess on his cock and flowing down her chin. She couldn’t breathe, each painful breath just sent another cacophony of chokes and glurks. No air made its way to her lungs. Her vision blurred, darkness crept in from the edges of her vision.
The man came as he watched her lose her battle for consciousness. His cum spurted from his dick, painting her throat white before it came back up around his cock as she choked. Some shot from her nose, but most managed to be choked down and enter her stomach. Everything went black as she choked on his cum, gargling it as she fell backwards, unconscious.
The guard sighed, shooting the last bits of seed over her form. He was satisfied. Lowering himself down, he dried his cock in her hair, before pulling his pants back up and leaving. He needed some sleep.
As he passed through the halls, he noticed another guard heading his way. He wasn’t wearing a mask. It was the rookie, he’d recovered from the test.
“Boss said I could have a go at her now that I’ve recovered. She’s still available, right?”
“Yup, she shouldn’t put up much of a fight. Have fun.”
“Thanks, but why are you wearing a mask? Didn’t the gas wear off by now?” His face was clearly worried, and he gripped the mask attached to his belt.
“Eh, just don’t want her to see my face. She’s got a temper, you know.”
“Right. Okay, thanks.” The rookie went about putting his mask on as he passed by the guard.
He reached her cell and peeked inside. To his relief, the woman was knocked out, lying flat on her face. The first thing he noticed was her ass. Her pants were tugged down to her ankles. They were overly baggy, and must have hid her fat, bubbly ass all this time. He knew what he’d be doing tonight. He kneeled down, resting on the backs of her legs, and reaching out to grope her ass flesh. It was mushy, perfectly moldable, but with an unsurprising amount of muscle just underneath. He wanted to spend all night slowly taking her ass every way he wanted, but the fear of her waking up was too strong. Sure, she was bound and gagged, but he’d heard stories of prisoner 516.
He unbuckled his pants quickly, pulling them down and lowering himself over her ass. His cockhead parted her cheeks, and he could feel that she was still tight. That was incredibly surprising, given the stories he’d heard of what these guys had done to her. How could she still be so hard to get inside of? He had to part her cheeks with his hands and spit on her somehow immaculate hole to finally get inside of her.
She squeezed around him reactively, milking him and ushering him further into her smoldering depths. He pressed forward, letting her asshole swallow every inch of his cock. He tried to keep himself quiet, as if she wouldn’t have woken up from the physical sensation. That effort was short lived, as he was quickly brought to an amount of pleasure he’d never felt before. It almost felt painful, and he winced as she clenched around him. He gasped, pumping his hips a bit harder. It was sensational, her ass, her tightness, her heated depths.
A groan escaped his mouth, and he let it grow into what was almost a cry. His pace quickened, and his hips began clapping against her ass cheeks, flattening them and making them jiggle like jelly. He was too horny to keep being careful with his thrusts. It wasn’t like he would last long with such a beautiful woman.
Vi woke up from the constant slapping against her hips, but she stayed still. Her jaw was killing her, and her ass was still hurting, granted this was a nice change of pace. From what she could tell there was only one other person in her cell with her.
Even as he raped her, he couldn’t help but notice that she looked uncomfortable. Her jaw had been forced to stretch for so long by now. It wasn’t like anyone was lining up to use her throat. As his orgasm approached, he reached for the strap and untied it. He pulled it from her mouth, strands of spit clinging to it as he tossed it onto the ground.
“Thanks…”
He jumped, her last clench bringing him to orgasm. He would have pulled away, but his legs were too weak, and instead he fell on top of her. His hips pulsed, quaking uncontrollably as he released himself inside of her.
“Nnngh, uh… you’re welcome.” He didn’t know what else to say. He let his orgasm control him for a little longer. The woman wasn’t moving, thankfully, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
Once he gained the strength, he stood up, soft cock slipping from her asshole with a wet phlop. He backed away from her slowly.
Vi couldn’t help but smirk as she watched him back away. He was scared shitless. She memorized his name tag, like all the others. She’d be gentle with him, one broken limb would do, she supposed.
“There, you had your fun. Now get the fuck out of my cell before I kill you.”
In an instant, Vi was alone, the echo of that guard’s footsteps growing quieter with each passing second. She flexed her jaw, thankful that she could finally rest it, and adjusted the small key she’d snatched up. The guard had been so into raping her, he hadn’t felt her reaching for his key. With a clink, her wrists were freed, and she rubbed the sore skin, before getting started on her legs.
The cell door had been left open. She sighed, standing up. She flexed her muscles, stretching them, cracking her neck, and stepped out of her cell. It was her turn to have some fun.
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Title: (Commission) The Blacksmith's New Helper
Chapter title: The-Blacksmiths-New-Helper
Story Description:
After coming up empty-handed (again) when asked for payment, Ira finds herself paying her debt to a dryad blacksmith in a new, captivating way.
Games: Warcraft
Story Content:
When that pink-leafed everblossom came into view, it carried with it an uncommon air of dread. It wasn’t the tree that Ira dreaded, but the building beside it. The tall, circular building with its ever-present plume of smoke pouring from the tapered roof was the source of Ira’s woe. At least, her current woe.
This dread that grew with each step and the woe it brought with it was only a branch on the great problem-tree that was Ira’s decision making. The woe of this walk was the woe of a lost bet and an empty coin pouch. See, Ira had gotten very drunk the night before. Such was the common consequence of a successful quest. The coin it brought her meant she would be drinking and drinking meant she would be rapidly and effortlessly losing her money. And she needed her money.
From seven gold coins to zero in the span of an hour. She didn’t even remember what the bet was for. That wasn’t important anymore. What was important was coming up with the right words to keep Arinia from having her arrested, or stamping on her, or something.
Unfortunately, there was no door for her to hesitate and procrastinate in front of. She realized this far too late for her to do anything about it. Arinia was inside, hammering what was probably going to be a sword. She looked up when Ira stepped into the doorway.
“Hello, Ira.”
“Where’s your door?”
“I got rid of it.”
“Why?”
Arinia stopped hammering and stared at Ira. The Night Elf was fidgeting. Her left ear always twitched when she was nervous. Her white hair was pulled back into a thick ponytail, with two bangs cupping her face and jaw. Her silver eyes were wide, staring up at the ceiling, and seemed to glow more than when she was calm and she was biting her lip.
“You know, I always wondered, how does that smoke not damage the everblossom outside?”
“Why are you asking me these things?” Arinia huffed. Her front legs kicked lightly, hooves digging into the dirt. She already knew the answer. This wasn’t uncommon behavior from Ira. At first, her mistakes and behavior were endearing, but she was quickly becoming her most annoying customer.
“Just wondering.”
“I removed the door because it’s pointless and the roof funnels the smoke in a way that ensures it never blows onto the everblossom. It’d take more than a bit of smoke to hurt that tree anyway. What happened to your money?”
“I lost it.”
“Bah.” Arinia huffed again. She tossed the metal she was working on behind her and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her green, leaf-like hair was weighed down by the heat, and she had to pull it back with a finger.
“Oops, you were working on that…”
“Metal’s too soft again. Annealed it for too long, I guess. In reality the commissioner is just too picky.” She paced to her table, away from the anvil and tossed Ira a thick glove. “Take the bucket from the forge for me and bring it here.”
Ira nodded. As she fumbled with the glove, Arinia turned around to find her mold. The Night Elf couldn’t help but let her eyes wander to her rear. The centauress hardly wore any clothes, which was sort of the Dryad way, Ira supposed. On her chest she wore two leaves large enough to cover her large bust. That was it. The leather skirt she wore was only long enough to cover her most important bits, but the soft shape of her butt was easy to make out. This wasn’t the first time Ira drank in the dryad’s beauty.Ira cleared her throat and moved to the forge. The bucket was already submerged in the molten metal, with a long, metal handle poking free.
“Uh, you want it full of this stuff?”
“Mhm.”
Molten metal proved to be quite heavy. With both hands on the handle and incredibly careful steps, Ira carried the bucket to Arinia’s table. The dryad took it from her with one hand and began pouring it into the mold.
“Isn’t that hot?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Ira let the woman *malicious link removed*, eyes darting to and fro.
The building was but a single, circular room. The forge was positioned in the center, and to its right, and nearest the doorway, was Arinia’s counter, anvil, and other stuff Ira didn’t know the terminology for. The ceiling was wide at the base, but tapered into a tighter, smaller hole that allowed the smoke to escape and natural lighting to paint the room. She paced to the left of the forge, where all the armors and bows and weapons were displayed.
“How did you lose your money?”
Ira turned. Arinia was standing at the counter, arms crossed.
“Weren’t you working on that?”
“I have to let the metal cool. We’ve got time to talk.”
“Geeze, I’m really sorry, Arinia. I didn’t mean to lose it all…”
“Tell me it wasn’t something silly. Like a bet, or-” Arinia studied the way Ira’s expression shifted and shook her head. He placed a hand on her forehead, eyebrows furrowed. “Ira… I already made your gear. A full set of enchanted armor, metal so light it could be confused for leather. And your bow. Do you have any idea how rare a material silkwood is?” She shook her head. “I really needed you to pay me. I can’t just have another payment hanging in the balance after getting those materials, Ira.”
“I promise I’ll pay it back!”
“You already owe me for the armor you’re currently donning.”
“I thought I paid for that…”
“You paid for the gloves and then I suppose the rest of the payment slipped your mind, as things like this tend to do.”
“But I mean it this time!”
“I can’t wait for you to finish that raid. You’ll be gone for at least a month, and I can’t afford that.”
“What if I work here with you?”
“I don’t need a helper.”
“But I just carried your bucket!”
“Ira.” Arinia looked the woman up and down. Why was she so lenient with this girl? She was leaning from foot to foot like a child. Her fingers, bright purple, interlocked as she pleaded once again.
“And after this raid I’ll be set! I'll quadruple what I made from that job and I’ll be able to pay everything back at once! But I can’t do it without that gear.”
“And I can’t live without my money.” Arinia wiped the sweat from her brow again and grumbled. She had gotten rid of the door in the hopes that it would allow more fresh, cool air into the building, but the indoor temperature hadn’t seemed to change at all. She grumbled under her breath.
She already knew how this interaction was going to end. There was going to be no payment, but Ira was going to get her gear because for some reason this woman was the only person Arinia couldn’t say no to. But something had to be done. Some recompense had to be given. If this elf could get away with getting her armor for free, she could have some fun first. Arinia smirked. Ira always pushed her buttons, why not turn the tables a little?
“Please, I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything! I mean it!”
“Hmm,” Arinia wriggled her backside and flexed her holes. Uncomfortable and hot. The skirt didn’t help either, and she didn’t even want to wear it. Most people were either afraid or ashamed of their bodies, and to fit in, Arinia had to cover her lower half. “I might have an idea for payment, then.”
“Okay!”
“You know, this isn’t easy work. Smithing, woodworking, blessing, it’s all difficult, sweaty work. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it can get in here, in this heat?”
“You are pretty sweaty.”
“I am indeed. It’s not a good feeling, to be sweaty all day every day. I need someone for that.”
“Okay, what do I gotta do?”
“A dutiful ass kisser and sweat cleaner.” This didn’t come from nowhere. It was a rather common fantasy of Arinia’s; to have her butt worshiped while she worked. To have the sweat cleaned from her rear while she went about her day. She knew it wasn’t ever going to happen, but she could toy with the idea now. If for nothing else than a bit of fun.
“What?”
“Did I stutter?” Arinia tried to hide her smile as she turned around and presented her rear to the night elf. “It’s so uncomfortable, wearing this stupid skirt. It doesn’t do anything but make me hotter. You people make me wear it, so how about you make up for that? I need an ass kisser. An ass licker, to clean my sweat up and keep me comfortable.”
Ira stood silent, dumbfounded. She stared at the dryad’s rear. There was no way she was serious, right? “Um, you’re joking, right?”
“Do I look like I’m joking? You want your gear? Get licking.”
“But… that’s so… lewd.”
“And your gear… is so… expensive.”
Ira had to admit that she was quite literally the perfect height for something like this. She stepped forward. To be fair, it wasn’t like she had never thought of Arinia’s butt before. It was just that this was so sudden, and she had never imagined anything under these sorts of conditions. In public, when the dryad was all sweaty. This seemed so debased. But she needed that gear.
She ducked under the table and stood on the other side and the heat immediately hit her. “Wow, it is hot back here.”
“Mhm.” Arinia was rather shocked to see that Ira had come so close. There was no way she was really considering this. Arinia had been serious about the offer, but she didn’t think there was any chance of Ira actually agreeing. She had always found Ira cute. She was shorter than most night elves, with bright, purple skin nearly the same hue as her own. Her personality was special, especially in this town, where most were grim and serious. It was rare to see someone so bubbly and, well, cute. Her eyes widened as her skirt was lifted.
Ira drank in the sight of Arinia’s privates. First her pussy, a long, pink slit. Above it sat her butthole. Though the majority of the dryad’s ass was covered in a thin layer of fur, her butthole was hairless. It was far larger than her own, of course, but somehow managed to look cute nonetheless. She hesitated once again, the smell of the woman’s sweat wafting to her nose. She was rather hesitant to move any closer. “Isn’t this a bit too… debased?”
“Get licking or get lost.” Arinia winced at her wording. This was getting intense and it just kinda slipped out. She wanted to apologize, but instead found herself bucking backwards. It wasn’t going to work, but it was fun. There was no harm in giving this little elf a shock. She would always be back.
Ira gasped and pulled her head back to keep the dryad’s rear from hitting her. Following the dryad’s movement, a small rush of air wafted over Ira’s face. The air that was trapped down here, under Arinia’s skirt while she worked. It was very hot and strange. So hot that she could have sworn it made her lips perspire. Or was that drool? The actual scent of the air was surprising. It didn’t smell bad at all, but the idea still made her hesitate. Most of all, the smell was earthy, heady and strong. But there was a hint of something more. Something almost otherworldly. Sweet, even.
Ira found herself sniffing intently. There was just something about it. She shouldn’t have liked it. It was just so… captivating. It was intriguing, she had never smelled something like it before.
Dryad pheromones. That’s what Ira was smelling. Arinia’s eyes were wide. Her plan shouldn’t have gone so well. She knew that her pheromones were strong, and had heard stories in the tavern, and requests from strangers, but she had no idea they would be this effective. While she often fantasized about trying something like this, those tavern requests were met with a powerful hoof. She wasn’t some whore who would let anyone touch her nethers. No, apparently they were reserved for problematic clients, clearly. Her mind was racing.
“G-get cleaning. I didn’t tell you to sniff!”
Arinia’s voice was a higher pitch than usual, but Ira didn’t notice. She had to earn her gear, that was why she obeyed the dryad’s commands. Her tongue snaked from her mouth and she found a cheek. The soft, tiny furs felt funny under her tongue. Pleasant, but funny.
Every breath she took was filled with those pheromones, those taboo scents. It made her head spin but at the same time it pushed her to work harder. To lick harder and faster. Her taste buds basked in the flavor of Arinia’s sweat. Even that tasted different. It wasn’t just salty, there was more to it. A deeper flavor, hidden behind those expected tastes. Again, something mystical. Something utterly captivating.
Ira didn’t even realize she was moaning, but when Arinia heard it, she blushed. Her hooves flicked nervously and she sort of pranced in place. This was new territory for both of them, and ironically Arinia seemed to be handling it the worst. That didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying it, however. She just didn’t know how to react to such feelings. They were good feelings, very good, but foreign.
That tongue was rather sloppy. It left a trail of spit wherever it went, matting down the fur more than the sweat had. But it felt cooler as well, once it made contact with the air.
“Take off my skirt.” Arinia barked.
Ira reluctantly pulled away. No one could see it, but her eyes were hazy. She didn’t realize just how hot and stuffy it was under the skirt until she removed herself from it. The air almost felt cold. She sighed, taking in the fresh oxygen, but immediately missing that thick, pheromone stuffed and musky air. She was wet. Really wet.
Arinia was in much the same state as Ira. She shuffled impatiently as the ditzy night elf fumbled with the buckles that held her skirt in place. She rotated until her rear was facing the back wall and her front to the door. Not because she was shy, but she didn’t want this elf to have any way to escape until she was satisfied. She felt her normal self returning. The shock was dissipating and in its place came lust and adrenaline.
Finally, Ira unbuckled the skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her hands were shaky and her *malicious link removed* dulled. As soon as the skirt fell she was hit with a beautiful rush of musk and pheromones, and she dove right back inside. This time she focused on the other cheek, the other was still dripping with her saliva. She was rougher with this one, more indulgent. There was something deep inside of her that realized how taboo and depraved this was, but it was drowned out when she planted her nose against that puffy, pink donut and huffed.
Ira groaned loudly, her senses blissfully overwhelmed by a fresh wave of musk and pheromones. How could something like this smell so sweet? So delicious? But she remembered what her real job was. She wasn’t here to sniff and huff and drown herself in those irresistible scents, she was here to clean.
Arinia was in heaven. Her mouth was agape, one hand fondling her breast. She had stripped herself completely, removing those leaves and letting her fat tits free. Even though Ira focused on her cheeks, having that nose huffing at her backdoor was doing wonders. She was literally dripping wet. Her honey spilled onto the floor, thick stands extending and snapping from her neglected, pink pussy.
“Can I please… clean your holes as well?”
Arinia’s response was a powerful backwards buck. She pushed her rear back and marched backwards, into the night elf. She continued until the woman’s head was trapped in between her ass and the wall.
“Get to work!”
All previous reluctance or resignations were out the window. Completely forgotten. Ira planted her nose into the center of that perfect pink asshole and inhaled deep lungfuls of centauress musk. All the while her tongue got to work, following her master’s orders. The taste of Arinia’s honey was almost as delicious as the smell of her butthole. A beautiful barrage on two of her senses. Her flavor and her smell. All other sensations disappeared. She couldn’t hear, her eyes were clenched shut. She could only devour.
Ira’s tongue worked diligently. It pressed Arinia’s walls apart and lapped away at her velvet tunnel. Occasionally the tip of her tongue would tease lightly her puffy and needy clit. Arinia finally let herself moan. What was the point in remaining composed? She grinded her rear into Ira’s perfect little face. She wanted to imprint her scents into her nose, to truly keep her as a pet. It was just so good.
“That’s right, you naughty little slut. Worship it. Make up for all the money you’ve cost me over these past months. Fuck, good girl.” Her last sentence came out as a moan.
An obedient ass-cleaner, that was what Ira was. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know how it tasted. She ground her nose into that butthole and allowed herself one last, deep huff of pheromone-laden musk and lifted her head up.
For a moment, Arinia lamented the disappearance of that magic tongue, but her legs buckled briefly once she felt it on her asshole. Recovering, she pushed her hips back, further cementings Ira’s head between her cheeks. Her pet groaned.
Her asshole tasted almost exactly like it smelled. Earthy, bitter and pure, but at the same time sweet and otherworldly. Like some kind of fruit she had never tasted before and something more bitter. Perhaps, incense or some kind of sweet herb? It didn’t matter. It was hypnotizing. That was all that mattered. She kissed the delicious donut repeatedly and let her tongue trace its shape. She even went as far as to lightly nibble it. The texture was so soft on her teeth, with just the right amount of give to allow her to apply slight pressure. She groaned again and her hand slipped down to her pants. Her leather trousers were nearly ripped off of her. They fell to her ankles and she began fingering her dripping nethers.
Ira was an ass-cleaner. This was her calling. This was her purpose. She huffed and kissed and licked and nibbled but she wasn’t satisfied. Every huff and every mouthful of ass just made her want more.
It became so captivating that she didn’t just sniff and lick that perfect asshole, she began grinding her face into it. As if trying to imprint the texture and shape onto her face so she would never have to be without it. She planted her nose against the center of Arinia’s asshole and snorted shamelessly.
Eventually, her lips found it again. That captivating, erotic hole winked back at her, meeting her lips and kissing back. But soon, Ira’s lips began to cling to it. Suction was applied and the night elf began to literally suck on Arinia’s asshole. The dryad gasped and pushed back again, harder. She had no idea what to do with her arms. They danced from her breasts to her lips to her legs. She wanted nothing more than for them to suddenly grow and allow her to reach back and stuff that little night elf’s head even deeper into her ass.
Sucking and licking incessantly, Ira had a new goal and she wasn’t going to stop until she saw it through. Arinia knew what she was doing and wanted it just as much as she did.
“That’s right, clean deeper. Get your tongue in my ass as deep as you can.” She pushed back with her asshole, stretching it outward and working to envelop that eager tongue. “Eat it, devour it until I tell you to stop, do you hear me?”
Ira nodded eagerly and moaned to signal her understanding. She prodded and pushed until finally her tongue was enveloped in the smoldering depths of Arinia’s ass. Her sphincter squeezed down around it, winking and stretching, as if trying to suck it deeper.
The flavors that Ira was greeted by made her devolve into nothing but an ass-sucker. Her legs quivered and she needed to use her arms to keep herself up, clinging to the dryad’s rear for dear life. She was drowned in musky, delicious flavors. Every breath she took was loaded with hot pheromones and every flick of her tongue was drenched in bitter-sweet musk.
She didn’t even need to finger herself anymore. She bucked her hips violently, humping and grinding against the air and even this was bringing her closer to the edge. It was simply Arinia’s musk. Her musk had full control over her. She was its slave, its eager thrall.
Every flick, every suck, every flattening of the night elf’s tongue against her insides sent sparks of pleasure up Arinia’s body. She, too, could hardly remain standing. Her ass was completely clean of sweat by now, but she wasn’t going to say anything. Neither of them cared about cleaning her sweaty ass anymore. Such goals were out the window and replaced by a primitive indulgence.
Neither of them wanted it to end. Even as their inevitable orgasms grew closer and closer, they didn’t slow down. Ira was the first to succumb. She cried out and her legs finally gave out. She slipped down the wall and landed on her ass, her hand darting to her cunt. She fingered her clit and humped the air, riding out the wave of euphoria that washed over her.
Ira groaned in annoyance. She tried to raise up, to get this orgasm out of her system, but it was too powerful. Every attempt to stand sent her back to the ground, the impact sending another violent rush of pleasure through her body. She didn’t care about her orgasm anymore. It felt good, but she just wanted more ass. More musk, more of that divine flavor.
Arinia was patient. She was relieved, actually, that her ass cleaner had broken down like she had. It meant that the threat of her own orgasm could fade, at least a little bit.
“Look at you, Ira. Did you really just cum from eating my ass? From sucking on my asshole? Eating my sweaty butthole?”
Ira nodded, though Arinia couldn’t see her. “Yes… mhm…”
Arinia scoffed. “What a shameless little ass cleaner you are. But, I don’t remember telling you to stop. You’ve cleaned the sweat off, sure, but now you worship it.”
“I’m sorry, my legs just won’t work…”
Arinia considered her next move. “Fine. I guess I’ll just have to…” she bent her back knees and her ass sank down. She stepped backwards and practically sat on Ira’s face.
The night elf didn’t care about the immense weight on top of her. That didn’t matter at all. She was durable, far more than she appeared. All she cared about was getting back into that puffy, dripping asshole. First Arinia pressed her donut against her nose. It nearly sank inside, thanks to how loose her hole had become. She huffed and sniffed and wished she could get deeper. She wanted to live off of this musk-ridden oxygen. Her head was spinning.
And so she pushed. She pushed with all her might. Arinia got the message and pushed back. Suddenly, Ira's nose was enveloped by that thick ring of muscle and she took this moment to make the most powerful, shameless huff of musk that she could. There was no filter anymore, no unwanted air. It was completely, purely, Arinia’s musk. Her pheromones. Her scent.
Arinia lowered her hips slightly and the slave under her gasped for air. Ira hadn’t realized how little oxygen she was getting until her nose was freed. When the room stopped spinning and her breathing calmed, she dove into that ring with her lips. A welcome reunion. The kiss of a lover.
Arinia was content to sit there. To sit there and allow her ass worshiper to lick her forever. That tongue buried itself inside of her again and she clenched down. Her insides enveloped the adventurous muscle tightly. Lewd slurps and moans and smacks vibrated her cheeks, almost like a massage.
Ira let her mind dissolve. The more of Arina’s musk that she imbibed sent her further into depravity. She could live off of this. Her thoughts were gone. All that remained was an insatiable desire and need. The musk and pheromones had done their work
When the dam finally broke and Arinia came, she drenched her pet in her fluids. It was difficult to keep from crushing the girl. She cried out in bliss, eyes fluttering and tongue lolling free. Her front legs gave out and she laid on the floor. Her ass was pulled from Ira’s face and her hole was suddenly and woefully vacated.
With a grunt of frustration, Ira climbed to her hands and knees, back to that succulent asshole, and wrapped her lips around it again.
While she would have loved to keep going and orgasm again, to orgasm until the day ended, Arinia couldn’t do that. She had other commissions to work on, other weapons and armors and enchantments to make.
“That’s enough.” Arinia forced her legs to work. She stood, head still fuzzy from her climax.
Ira whined like a wounded puppy, but didn’t chase that ass. She obeyed out of fear of losing her new position. She rose on shaky limbs and adorably asked, “how did I do?”
“You did good, buttslave. I’m impressed by both your ability and utter depravity.” Arinia’s composure was returning.
“Thank you!” Ira cheered. “Are you sure I did good?” She wrapped around to Arinia’s front.
Arinia had to stifle a laugh at what she saw. Ira’s face was an utter mess of sweat, saliva and her thick girlcum. The night elf was oblivious to this, eyes sincere.
“Well, if you’re to serve as my butt huffer while I’m working, I can’t have you giving out on me like that. I won’t have time to sit on your face while I’m working, and I won’t want you to stop until I've finished all of my commissions for the day.”
Ira nodded, “I’ll practice! I’ll finger myself as much as it takes, until I can get used to keeping my legs functioning through my orgasms!”
Arinia nodded, “good girl.” She waved her hands, “go now, back to the front of the counter.”
“Oh,” Ira quickly ducked down and stood on the other side.
Arinia moved to a massive chest that sat against the wall, just next to where Ira had been in heaven. She opened it and began shuffling around. Only once she pulled out that very enchanted armor and bow did Ira understand what she was doing. The girl had completely forgotten about that stuff. Even the impending raid slipped her mind. But now that she remembered, she nodded eagerly and took the gear into her arms.
“Thank you!”
“And you’ll still pay me back. Once the raid is complete. Until then, what will you be doing?”
“Cleaning your ass!”
Arinia nodded in satisfaction. “Exactly.”
“Um. So, see you tomorrow then?”
“You better be here as soon as I open shop.”
“I’ll be the first one at your… doorway!” Ira turned to leave, but halted once she reached the exit. She turned around. “Wait… can I have one more…”
Arinia shook her head. “Tomorrow.”
The disappointment was palpable, but Ira nodded obediently. “I can’t wait to be stuffed in your ass all day.” Funny how just an hour or so ago, she would never have even considered saying such a thing. She couldn’t believe she almost turned such an offer down.
As she headed through the doorway, Arinia called out to her.
“Practice tonight, but don’t forget to sleep. You’ve got a long day ahead of you. Today was only a small taste of what you’ll be doing.”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Master.”
“Hm?”
“Call me master.”
“Oh! Yes, yes master!”
***
Arinia huffed, placing down her hammer and wiping the sweat from her brow. The furnace was exceptionally hot today. The entire room was practically smoldering. Yet the line seemed ever-ceasing. Days like this weren’t entirely uncommon. Arinia’s work was famous, and only grew more so as time passed. Her enchantments and blessings were what brought most people here, but her bow-crafting was exceptional as well.
Today, a small army arrived at her doorway. Each soldier had a request, either for blessings, entirely new swords, or both. And they needed these as quickly as possible. It was hard, sweaty work. Arinia hadn’t pushed herself this hard for years. It felt nice to do so, she had been growing complacent.
Most of the time she was left alone. A soldier would give a commission, then wait outside, where the air and temperature were much more hospitable. Although, some would stay and watch, bewildered at the sight before them. Not at the way Arinia was working, but at how her pet was working.
It was difficult to make out exactly what was going on under the dryad’s skirt, but there was someone stuffed under there. At first, they just thought she had six legs instead of four, but it was the sounds that gave the truth away. Occasionally, a loud slurp would escape her ass, or a long, drawn out snort. In all honesty, most didn’t really care, or at least made an effort to appear that way. Though, once all of the soldiers had cleared out to let Arinia work, one remained. A woman, whose eyes were glued to the shape behind the dryad.
The woman suddenly noticed Arinia’s eyes on her. She cleared her throat and shook her head. “What in the heavens is going on back there?”
“What do you mean?”
“Under your skirt!”
Arinia seemed shocked at first, offended even, but then she relaxed. “Oh, that’s just my helper. Don’t worry about it.”
The soldier didn’t respond. She simply stared, wide eyed, at the shape behind the centauress.
The slurping and sniffing only grew louder. Soon moans accompanied them. The soldier’s cheeks grew red until she began to resemble a tomato. Her breathing was hitched and Arinia could tell by the smell that began to waft from the human that she was trying to hide the real effect this was having on her.
Ira was, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world. Stuffed under that thick skirt as she was,her whole world was that delicious asshole. However, she did manage to pick up most of that conversation, but it didn’t do anything to stop her. Over the past week she had spent every day under this skirt. This was her home now, and she couldn’t have been happier. An ass worshiper through and through.
Even when she came – after receiving a particularly powerful smell of those pheromones – she remained standing. Her practice had paid off. Her legs shook and her pants were soaked, but she kept working. She heard someone gasp, then footsteps leading out of the building.
When Arinia moved, Ira moved. If the centauress needed to move to the forge, Ira followed her, clinging to her asshole like her life depended on it. This was how every day went, from morning to evening. A dutiful, eager ass worshiper.
While Arinia was closing shop, and Ira’s job was done for the day, she found herself anxious. The centauress noticed this and raised an eyebrow. Ira met her gaze and spoke her mind.
“Um, after the raid, and after I pay you, will I still be your ass worshiper?” This question had been gnawing at her for some time now. The closer the raid came, the more she dreaded parting with Arinia’s ass.
“I never said your job was over after you paid me back. I just said you were going to pay me back.” Arinia shook her head, “no, you won’t lose your job. You’ll still be my dedicated, slutty little butthole sniffer, asshole sucker, sweat rag, everything.”
A weight was lifted from Ira’s mind and she stood straighter. She smiled like a kid at christmas. “Good! Cause I don’t think I wanna do anything else, honestly.”
“You like my butt that much?”
Ira nodded.
“Good. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be just as intense as today was. You’ll be doing a lot of cleaning.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way!”
“Actually,” Arinia halted her at the doorway, “come back.”
Ira did so obediently, cocking her head. “You aren’t gonna replace me with that human are you?”
“Of course not. If anything, you’ll just have to share. You can do that right?”
Ira’s face contorted. Her answer was clear but she managed an “I guess…”
“Don’t worry. You’ll always be my favorite ass licker.” She stepped forward and reached for Ira’s hand. The girl took it immediately. “How about you stay here and sleep with me tonight?”
Ira blurted out her approval and began looking about the room. “Um, but where do we sleep?”
“You ever been around the back of this place?”
“No.”
“Well, you’ll see.”
“Can I… sleep on your butt?”
“You can eat my butt all night if you want, of course you can.”
Ira considered taking her up on that offer.
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Title: (Commission) The Countess' Pleasures
Chapter title: Monstrous-Things
Story Description:
A glimpse into the life of Isabella von Carstein, and the little pleasures she indulges in when no one's looking.
TAGS: Lesbian, Body Worship, Ass Worship, Rimming, Scissoring.
Games: Warhammer
Story Content:
The grunting and snorting began as soon as Isabella entered the dungeon. They could smell her coming. She was sure that even the low pitter patter of her bare feet were enough for them to hear as well. The stone hall was well lit, with torches lining both walls at her behest. The chamber with all of her pets was just as bright, with a chandelier hanging in the center with enough candles to light a dining hall. The chamber was one of Isabella’s favorite places to be in times of peace. Peace was a strong word, but it was the closest thing to her situation. Vampires were never at peace, really.
Isabella reached the room at the end of the hall. The door was barred, for nothing more than appearances, really. She undid the latch and the sounds from the other side grew in tempo. They were anticipating her. The door opened with an eerie creak and Isabella stepped inside. She was dressed in lingerie, black and lacey, with nothing else to hide her pale, perfect body. The sight alone was enough to drive the creatures mad.
Strigoi, over a dozen of them, were caged up inside of this room. All of them were technically female, but these were strangely endowed with cocks, each and every one. Isabella didn’t know what caused this, but it made her more eager to take them as her own. She called this place her play pen. There were three cells, one on each side of the room. The cells were well-maintained and her pets were always fed. They were most useful in times of war, so it was good to keep them loyal, even if they were little more than beasts. But now, when there was no war to be fought, they served no purpose. They would rot away in these cells, and Isabella couldn’t have that. She had other ways to keep them loyal. To her, this was almost as fun as war.
It was a routine for her, yet the strigoi never seemed to get used to it. She stood there for a moment, watching her things bark and claw at the bars that kept them caged and the way their cocks slowly sprung to life at the mere sight of her. Isabella was beautiful, she knew that. But to these beasts she was like some divine thing and they were undeserving of her attention. Perhaps that was what made it so much fun for her.
She stood there for a moment, in the middle of the room, unmoving. They were all drinking her in. Some rutted against the bars, others reached out in an attempt to grab her, others simply snorted and barked, but all of them were focused on her. She smiled and twirled slowly, letting each creature get a view of every part of her.
“Do you want to touch me?” She looked one of them in the eye. Her face was more animalistic, a strange trait that none of the others shared. Her mouth was more like a snout, and she snapped her teeth and flicked her tongue at her. She definitely wanted to touch her.
There was a loud bark and Isabella whirled towards the sound, feigning shock as she backpedaled. Her steps had taken her a bit too far, however, as her ass was smacked and her panties were groped and torn from her. She whirled around towards the groping hand, her face contorting into an expression of rage. This was the one with the snout. The thing was now stuffing her face into Isabella’s panties, sniffing and licking the fabric. She stomped forward and pointed her finger towards it, outstretching her arm just a little too far. “How dare you! Do you know who I am, you impotent little- hey!” her wrist was ground and she was tugged forward. Her feet lost their balance and she tripped forward and was only barely able to catch herself on the bars with her free hand.
This free hand was quickly snatched up as well. Isabella was tugged against the bars. Her chest impacted the metal and her breasts were perfectly spread by one of the bars that sunk between the valley between them. The strigoi wasted no time. Her bra was torn asunder, ripped from her body and thrown to the ground. One of her tits was snatched up and groped, a fanged mouth enveloping as much of the meaty mammary as she could. Her other breast was treated much the same, with half a dozen tongues running over her flesh. Others were sucking on her stomach. She twisted her head around and struggled in their grip. Her legs were grabbed next, making her truly pinned to the cell bars. She was helpless. Everything was going according to plan.
Her thigh was licked and nibbled lightly. One mouth found her sopping pink cunt, and drove her massive tongue as deep as it could go. Strigoi tongues weren’t like human tongues, they were longer, more controllable, and their taste buds were far more sensitive. The one digging its way into her pussy was assaulted by her flavors. She was like honey, but the flavor carried a slightly bitter chill, perfectly fitting a woman as cold and calculating as she. She cried out in bliss as she was assaulted. Both of her nipples were violently sucked and that creature below had fit her entire pussy into her eager maw. She was in heaven.
“Let me go you vile fiends, or so help me I will show you the- nngh!!” her cunt gushed in response to the tongue that worked away at her. She hadn’t come, not yet, but this creature’s appendage was bringing her close.
It didn’t take long. Only another minute of the overwhelming assault and Isabella let out a roar as her legs buckled and she came. Her juices, her honey, was swallowed up by the strigoi sucking on her cunt. She came so hard that the juices began to leak from her face, as the sheer volume of her orgasm was too much for her to keep up with. Other strigoi began to notice and opened their mouths to catch the falling droplets of girlcum. Others lowered their heads to lick it up off the floor where it began to pool. Though those sucking and licking her breasts were too occupied to notice.
Isabella’s mouth was agape, her voice was gone. Her head was grabbed and tugged back towards the cell. A tongue wormed into her mouth and she could only moan into it. It invaded her throat and she gagged. It was a forbidden, vile kiss that made her cunt gush even more. The strigoi had climbed up on another’s back to reach her mouth. She gagged and indulged the creature in her filthy needs. The thing relished in her gags, not because it felt good, but because it brought forth a whole new wave of wonderful flavors. It was true, this woman was a goddess to them, and they wanted to taste and fuck everything she had to offer.
The snouted strigoi had finally had enough of her panties and realized what was going on. She shoved others away as she stomped forwards. She had one goal in mind and that goal was unreachable from Isabella’s current position. Others barked and nipped at her, but no fights broke out. All of their cocks were pulsing with need and they all had one goal in mind, so they let the snouted one do what she was planning. Once they understood what she wanted, they began to work together.
Through creative maneuvering on the strigoi’s side, Isabella is forced to turn around. Even as she was still reeling from that incredible orgasm, she complies. Her faux defiance is harder to pull off with how hazy and lusty she felt, but she tried.
“Nngh, let me go! What are you doing? What? No! Not my ass, how uncouth! Who do you think you are? I’ll have your head for this! Stop that right nooww~”
Isabella’s ass cheeks were forcibly spread and the meaty flesh was pressed in by the bars. Her fatty ass meat swallowed the bars as her cheeks were pulled apart. Of course, the first one to reach her asshole was the snouted one. She had a singular goal in mind, and it all started with tasting this goddess’ asshole. Others settled on her thighs or her thick ass cheeks or even her back. They didn’t care what part of her flesh they ran their tongues across, or bucked and rutted their cocks against, they just wanted her.
The snouted strigoi’s tongue flicked against her asshole. It was mostly a dark gray, pale color, but had a bit of pink in the center. The ring was tight, with little, taut muscles that formed a perfect circle around the ring. It tensed up and winked and flexed whenever the creature’s tongue would flick against it. Isabella’s pussy was leaking again, just from this stimulation. There was something she found so hot about having her forbidden, taboo hole licked by the lowest ranking species of vampire. She was so far above them, they hardly even deserved to look at her.
Her ass cheeks were nibbled, sucked, licked and everything in between. Hands squeezed and groped her, tongues worked their way around her flesh, teeth sunk gently into her ass meat. It was all so much and this was exactly why Isabella loved this dungeon. This was why she loved her pets, and this was why she loved times of peace. For when there was no need for bloodshed, she was free to indulge in her other needs. And it was just so that her greatest need of all was to be fucked and manhandled and defiled by those beneath her. This wasn’t something she shared with many people. Only her most loyal and favored servants knew what she got up to down here. Most others simply thought she was feeding or training or abusing them. They had no idea how Isabella liked to spend her time down here.
Through all the sensations, Isabella managed to free one of her arms. She wasn’t planning on breaking free though, she just wanted to take things to the next step. She reached for the latch that held shut the door to the cell, but was suddenly stopped by an unexpected and powerful sensation. That dogged, snouted strigoi had broken into her ass. She hadn’t even been relaxing or pushing back to help her inside, he’d just broken past her sphincter without Isabella planning on it. Not only that, but the thing continued to push and prod. Its tongue flicked about her insides, tasting and relishing all the heavy, bitter flavors she could find. Even her rectum tasted incredible, for Isabella was perfect. She knew that, they knew that, everyone knew that. But now, as the creature continued to press against her asshole, her eyes widened in shock at what happened next. The thing’s snout was just narrow enough and the strigoi was just relentless enough to force it inside of her. Her sphincter stretched and enveloped the strigoi’s snout, her nose, her mouth.
Isabella could feel the thing sniffing and licking around inside of her and she almost began to panic. She would have called the session off and easily broken away if this made her uncomfortable. But it was harder to pin down than that. At least part of it was uncomfortable, but others were pleasurable, shocking, and the depravity on display before her was so riveting that she couldn’t call it off. So she paused there for a moment, her hand hovering over the latch, as the obsessed strigoi’s snout wormed its way into her asshole and that long tongue worked through her insides. This was deeper than any tongue had ever gone before and it made Isabella’s head spin. Her eyes crossed for a moment and her cunt gushed like never before. Her legs fully gave out this time and just as she began to fall, she slapped the latch, opening the door. She easily freed herself from the countless hands and that snout that had buried itself inside of her ass. The creatures let out a collective snort of confusion and disappointment, until one noticed that the door was open and they all came pouring through.
One of the strigoi didn’t immediately rush Isabella like the others had. This one was smarter; she ran to the other cells and undid each latch. As those doors were open and the lust of every single strigoi poured down over Isabella, she felt an uncharacteristic pang of fear. This didn’t last long though. She was always in control. These strigoi were nothing to her, she’d overpower each and every one if she needed to, but she didn’t. She came down here wanting to be used and defiled like an animal, and that was what was about to happen.
The first one mounted her form and gracelessly shoved her member into her sopping cunt. She let out a cry of bliss just before another tongue invaded her mouth. She gurgled on it for a moment. Her chest was mounted and a cock slid between her breasts and the strigoi began to fuck itself between them.
Next her hands were snatched up and wrapped around cocks of variable length. One was the size of her forearm, the other wasn’t even as large as her hand. Variety was the spice of life, after all.
Isabella’s hair was roughly tugged down and she instinctively opened her mouth and let her tongue lol free. From this position, her mouth and throat were lined up perfectly and the strigoi holding her head back took advantage of it. This one’s cock was turgid and long, a monolith of fuckmeat and once Isabella realized this, a twinge of hesitation passed through her. Though it was far too late for such things by this point.
In one violent thrust, the strigoi hilted herself balls deep inside of Isabella’s throat. The vampiress let out a harsh, choked gurgle before the creature in her throat began to enjoy herself. Her vision blurred as the thing’s balls violently slapped against her face. Every thrust forced the entire length of her cock into Isabella’s throat. The bulge was visible to all the other strigoi, perhaps serving as motivation to enjoy themselves further.
The one fucking her cunt was of average, comfortable size. That wasn’t to say Isabella preferred average sized partners, but one giant slab of cock at a time was enough for her. The creature with the snout was impatiently waiting to have a go at her ass. She would grunt and snarl and bark at the one in her pussy. Her threats seemed to work because the other strigoi’s pace quickened and her cock drilled into Isabella, sending sparks of pleasure through the vampiress’ body.
They even used her feet and her legs, nothing was off limits. Had there been room, one of them would have certainly been fucking her hair as well. Her feet were sandwiching a thick, oozing cock while both of her legs were forced to bend and creatures fucked the crevice that formed at Isabella’s knees. There were so many, too many to keep track of.
Isabella’s eyes widened in shock as the strigoi in her throat suddenly came. The massive cock spasmed and her cumvein expanded and a torrent of cum was unloaded deep inside of Isabella’s esophagus. She fought to swallow it all down, but several strands of the thick semen ended up spilling out of her nose and mouth, only to ooze down her face and ruin her mascara. It clumped up as it fell, matting down her hair on her descent, before pooling onto the floor. When the creature was done with her, she was dropped into the pool of spit and cum.
Everything was going according to plan. This was perfect, all of it. Isabella’s cunt gushed as she turned her head and the messy mixture clung to her cheek. The degradation, the depravity, it was all so fucking perfect. Her head was grabbed again and her throat was invaded once more. She didn’t even act like she was trying to fight it. She was too far gone now. This was bliss.
Thanks to her orgasm, the strigoi in her cunt had come and was now reeling on the ground from the pleasure. Another one quickly took her place and hilted herself inside of Isabella. Her tits were ravaged all the while. They were now coated in cum and another strigoi had made her home between her breasts. Another one was sucking on her nipple.
Her feet were showered in cum. The three strigoi using her feet and legs came at nearly the exact same time, and now the vampire’s pale legs were somehow even whiter. Before anyone could replace them, the snouted strigoi stepped up, noticeably annoyed. She shoved the strigoi fucking Isabella’s cunt, dislodging the creature for a moment. In response, the other turned and nipped at her aggressor. Before a fight could unfold, the others, who had already come, pulled the snouted beast back and, in whatever language they spoke in, calmed her down. There would be a time for her to get what she wanted, she just had to wait patiently, ready to pounce at any opportunity.
The strigoi knew what to do, whenever one finished she would return to her assigned cell, with the fun for the day being over. They each only got to cum once. This was only a rule as a precaution, to make sure Isabella would leave the room at some point. If these lesser vampires had their way, they’d fuck her until the end of time. But these little treats, these little visits, were more than any of them could ask for.
When the one in her heavenly cunt finally did finish, she remained there for some time, in an attempt to hide the fact that she had come. But when she did finally remove herself, and that torrent of cum came pouring out of Isabella’s abused cunt, the snouted strigoi was ready. Rather impatiently, she shoved the other one out of the way and began twisting Isabella’s legs.
With a gurgled, muffled squeal, Isabella began to rotate with her legs until she was flat on her stomach. Her head was still being held, and her throat was nothing more than a fleshlight to the lucky strigoi. Her hair was utterly ruined, matted and hanging over her face in thick clumps. All of her makeup had been undone and was now stained across her face. Her lipstick left trails along the dick in her mouth and her mascara ran down her face in thick, black rivulets. She was hardly even conscious. This was now the third forearm-length cock her throat had been forced to service. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, but she fought and clung desperately for consciousness. She’d never forgive herself for missing such an event as this.
Finally, the snouted strigoi had what she wanted. Isabella’s fat, pale booty was laid bare before her. That tight, winking little asshole was the most inviting thing she’d ever seen. This particular strigoi was quite new to the dungeon. She’d been recruited not but a few weeks ago, and this was the first time she’d gotten a taste of what the little nights in the dungeon had to offer. She’d had a fondness for Isabella’s ass ever since she first laid eyes on the woman, and now it was finally time to have it.
With a gentle spreading of her cheeks, the snouted strigoi moved surprisingly slowly. Her master was too fucked-stupid to put up any faux resistance to the creature’s dick, and simply pushed back with her asshole to invite the thing in. The strigoi let out something that sounded like some twisted type of whimper as her glans was enveloped, embraced, welcomed into Isabella’s booty. The vampiress’ sphincter clenched snugly around the invading member. It felt like absolute heaven, nirvana, whatever word these inhuman things would use to describe some kind of divine ascension.
These gentle, almost loving ministrations reached a sharp and sudden end as the strigoi drove herself inside. She pressed forward until her hips met Isabella’s doughy bottom, and then she pressed harder. She didn’t relent until the woman’s cheeks were as flattened as they could be, and were ballooning out around the malformed strigoi’s hips. Only then did she begin to pull back out and begin the cycle of unforgettable pleasure. The vampiress' cheeks clapped loudly with each thrust, and her flesh jiggled like gelatin. It was a mesmerizing display. Each thrust made these things more intense. The clapping grew louder until it echoed around the chamber, interwoven with the howls and inhuman sounds of the strigoi. Isabella's entire body began to quake in response to the strigoi's relentless fucking.
Isabella did manage to black out for a short moment. When the creature that had practically attached itself to her face did finally cum, and her cock spewed a torrent of cum into the back of Isabella’s throat, that darkness did manage to consume her, if only briefly. Semen shot out of Isabella’s nose and mouth as she let out a gargled cry. She instinctively shoved the creature away and in doing so nearly threw her against the wall. She vomited out a deluge of cum from both her mouth and nose, only to choke on it once again as she attempted to breathe. One incredibly brave or incredibly stupid strigoi stepped up and attempted to shove her member into Isabella’s mouth. Isabella turned her head for a moment, but the creature forced her into position. Thankfully, Isabella stuck to her act and didn’t outright destroy the creature. Instead, she swallowed her cock.
With her tits unusable, her hair was used. Several strigoi who were just too impatient to wait for any other part of Isabella had grabbed up portions of her hair and were enthusiastically fucking it. Other than that, her legs and feet were still used as well. The woman was used, quite literally, as a sex object. She was degraded, completely and utterly.
As the snouted woman-thing drove balls-deep into Isabella’s ass one last time, she let out something like a cry of victory. Her hips spasmed and her legs gave out. She collapsed atop Isabella’s back and rode out the greatest orgasm she’d ever experienced. The thing managed to pass out, having never experienced anything close to that kind of pleasure, it sort of short-circuited her brain, and she had to be forcibly removed from Isabella’s ass so that another could take her place.
Isabella spent the better part of the night in this position, with the rest of the strigoi more than happy to use her ass and completely forgo her pussy. Most of them preferred her ass anyway. It was just too big and doughy to ignore. Isabella herself was falling in and out of consciousness based on the size of whatever strigoi’s cock and the severity at which it was drilled into her raw gullet.
After one particularly violent and unrelenting throat-pounding, she passed out for some time. By the time she awoke, completely covered in cum and lying in a pool of her own juices, all of the strigoi had returned to their cages, like the good little pets they were. Isabella tried and failed to get her limbs to work before relegating herself to the floor. With a groan, she shouted, through a raw, nearly silent voice, for her servant.
“B… Beatrice… Beatrice!”
In moments, her servant opened the door and entered the chambers. Her eyes were wide, like saucers, at the scene before her. Isabella was completely and utterly unrecognizable. Her holes gaped lewdly and leaked out what must have been gallons of cum onto the floor. The cum itself managed to reach Beatrice’s feet. The brunette stepped away from it, but otherwise awaited her master’s orders.
“Close these cages and… close these damned cages and get me cleaned up. Would you do that for me, dear?”
“Right away, master.” Without another thought for the cleanliness of it all, Beatrice stepped into the pool of cum and closed each of the cages. The sight of the creatures, and their hardening cocks, put a spring in her step as she went about locking each latch. Once that was over, she rolled her master onto her back before, as carefully as she could, dragging the woman away.
“Um, what… are you okay, master?”
“I’ve never been better, Beatrice. Now shush and get me to my chambers, my head is pounding.”
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Title: (Commission) The Countess' Pleasures
Chapter title: Spell
Story Description:
A glimpse into the life of Isabella von Carstein, and the little pleasures she indulges in when no one's looking.
TAGS: Lesbian, Body Worship, Ass Worship, Rimming, Scissoring.
Games: Warhammer
Story Content:
Beatrice was certainly having a time of it today. She tossed the handle of her shattered rake to the ground with a huff and put a hand against her lower back. Her bones ached, it was stupidly hot outside for this time of year, and that was her last fucking rake. As if to rub salt in the wound, a gust of wind summoned forth a fresh torrent of multi-colored leaves to fall from the trees and directly over the path she’d just cleared. It made her eyebrow twitch.
It took some searching, but Beatrice eventually found enough coins to head out. She’d need to buy a rake – again – but she was also hungry. Her back ached as she stepped back outside, as if the sun was draining her very essence. She wasn’t old enough to be dealing with these kinds of pains. She’d only turned twenty a few moons ago.
As the youngest person in this old, dying town, there was very little in terms of company. There was a time when she was in love, only two years ago, in fact, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Michael had been forced to serve in the military and she hadn’t heard from him since. Things were lonely here. No one ever visited this place and the few who lived here were all already married and too old for any relatability or friendship to be found. Most of the time, Beatrice just kept to herself.
The sun was setting by the time she reached the ramshackle market square. Most of the shops were closing and there was almost no foot traffic. When Beatrice reached the stall and the scraggly man who offered farming tools, the air began to cool. It was a welcome thing, but came on so suddenly that Beatrice shivered.
“Whaddya need?” The man wasn’t friendly. Beatrice was the only thing between him and a night at the inn.
“Do you feel that chill?” Beatrice asked.
“No. Whaddya need?”
Beatrice rolled her eyes, “a rake.”
“Another one? You just bought one not a few days ago.”
“The perils of living nearest to the woods.” Beatrice reached into her pouch and thumbed the coin into the air. It clacked against the wooden table. “What do you care anyway, it’s more gold in your pockets.”
“Only qualm with it is you holding me up. I’m supposed to be closing, y’know.”
“Then shush and give me the rake.”
The man snorted and collected the tool and handed it to her. “See you tomorrow.”
Beatrice rolled her eyes and left. That chill was still present and seemed to follow her as she headed towards the inn. There were two inns in this town. One was where all the drunks went, like the shopkeeper, and the other was for people who wanted food that wasn’t rotten or old or otherwise disgusting, in Beatrice’s opinion at least.
Even as she entered the inn and placed the rake against the doorframe, Beatrice was shivering. There was no one inside that Beatrice could see, aside from the kind-eyed innkeeper, who was the only person Beatrice could even remotely consider a friend.
“Hello, Miss Dafferdy.”
“Beatrice! How are you, dear?” The old woman’s eyes lit up.
“Alright I guess. Same as usual, really. Had to buy another rake. Swear that man just makes em’ brittle on purpose.” Beatrice lifted herself onto the stool. “Do you feel that chill?”
“Hah, it wouldn’t surprise me.” Miss Dafferdy turned her head, as if focusing on the air around her, “now that you mention it, I suppose it’s a bit nippy.”
This chill wasn’t just a bit nippy, no, Beatrice was nearly shivering. Was she getting sick?
“What can I get you, dear?”
“Something warm. A soup, pie, surprise me,” Beatrice gave the woman a smile.
“Hope you aren’t getting sick.”
“Me too.”
Miss Dafferdy disappeared into the kitchen for a time. Soon the delicious scents of what must have been a beef stew came wafting into the room. Beatrice reached into her pouch. Just as she did, a gust of wind blew the door open and brought with it a fresh chill.
“Be there in a minute!” Miss Dafferdy yelled.
“It was just the wind. Blew the door open.”
“Oh,” the innkeeper sounded disappointed.
Beatrice couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman. No one ever came to this inn. It offered very little in the way of alcohol and that meant Beatrice was quite possibly her only customer because she didn’t drink. She pulled her cloth from her hair, letting her brunette locks fall over her shoulders and provide a slight warmth. The door to the inn had already closed. It was as if someone had walked inside and shut the door, but no one had. Gusts of wind weren’t known to close doors behind them. The room felt different to Beatrice. There was a newfound presence, as if some invisible thing was watching her. She tried to push the thought aside. Beatrice had always been easy to scare. Michael had always taken advantage of this quirk, especially in autumn. Maybe it was all just some subconscious nostalgia, clawing at her in her loneliness. Or was it Michael’s ghost?
Her thoughts were interrupted as Miss Dafferdy reentered the room with a fresh, steaming bowl of stew. Beatrice smiled eagerly and patted around for her coins.
“Same price?”
“Course.”
Beatrice nodded, feeling around her pouch and other pockets. Next she reached low and patted at her boots. Where had she put her coins? Her eyes searched the ground, but there was nothing to be found. Had she miscounted what she found in her house?
“Uh, forgive me...” Beatrice stood and spun, feverishly scanning from the door to her seat. “I can’t find my coins…”
“Oh, well you can just…” Miss Dafferdy stopped suddenly.
The chill returned tenfold and Beatrice froze. A hand gripped her shoulder. From the corner of her vision she could see a set of pale, dainty hands. Miss Dafferdy grew white as a ghost, her eyes widening into saucers.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll cover it.” A woman, tall and pale, stepped towards the counter.
There was something wrong here. Beatrice felt it, Miss Dafferdy felt it. As inconspicuously and silently as possible, Beatrice began to scoot towards the door frame. As the pale woman reached the counter, Beatrice reached the rake.
“If we’re going to go that way,” the woman’s voice had an air of disappointment, “you’ll need a bigger rake.” she hadn’t even turned around.
Beatrice’s fingers froze halfway around the rake’s shaft. Things had changed dramatically and the chill was gone, replaced by a nervous heat. A bead of sweat trickled down Beatrice’s forehead.
“I offer to pay for your stew and you repay my kindness by reaching for the nearest weapon?” The woman tossed a few coins onto the counter, “for shame.”
“Who are you?” Beatrice didn’t move. Her heart was racing. She knew there was something off about this woman. She felt like her life was in danger, but she couldn’t just leave Miss Dafferdy.
The woman rapped her fingernails against the counter before spinning around and locking eyes with Beatrice. “I,” she gave a short, mocking bow, “am Isabella von Carstein, and I have an offer for you.”
Beatrice felt the blood drain from her face as fresh terror washed over her like a wave.
“Oh, don’t look so frightened. I’m not here to hurt anyone. In fact, I’m here to do quite the opposite. Like I said, I have quite the offer for you, if you’d hear me out?”
There was no way Beatrice was going to trust the word of a vampire. This wasn’t just any vampire either; this was Isabella von fucking Carstein. The vampire wasn’t armed, from what Beatrice could tell at least.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m speaking quite plainly, Beatrice. You know they say first impressions are the most important. You aren’t doing yourself any favors.” Isabella sighed, “are you going to eat this stew? It’s getting cold.”
Beatrice shook her head, “I seem to have lost my appetite.”
Isabella dipped a finger into the stew then brought it to her mouth, “mmh, you’re missing out. Can’t say I mind though, just means less waiting. Come, follow outside, will you. This offer would best be heard by your ears only, trust me.”
It certainly wasn’t something she wanted to do, but getting this monster away from the kindly old woman who ran this inn was a good idea. Beatrice nodded and, after consideration, left her rake to lean against the doorframe and followed the vampire outside.
The creature moved with grace. Her hair was collected and pulled high and back, with beads of green and blue gems contrasting her snow white locks. She led Beatrice down a dark alley and turned around. This was when Beatrice finally noticed her eyes. The whites of her eyes were instead pitch black, and her irises were a piercing blue that almost seemed to glow.
“Now, your offer?” Beatrice tried to mask her fear.
“Straight to the point, I like that.” Isabella’s eyes traced Beatrice’s shape in the darkness. The woman was wearing a simple pair of brown trousers and a long sleeve shirt. She was poor, which Isabella already knew, but she was cute. Her tan face was blemishless and her brown hair – which framed her face and reached just past her collarbone – was well-maintained. Her lips were fair and plump and just red enough to make Isabella want to lick her lips.
“I’ve been watching you for a while now, Beatrice. Now, I know that may sound strange but I have a lot of time on my hands, and I like to vet potential servants.”
“Servants?”
“Yes. I see your life here and the discontent is apparent in everything you do. Not only are you – pardon my French – bored out of your fucking mind, but you’re also incredibly lonely. I don’t know how you can deal with it. Well, I guess I know one of the ways you deal with it. I can practically smell the sex on your clothes. Rather, not sex, just the endless amounts of orgasms you give yourself in your free time.”
There was no hiding the embarrassment. Beatrice didn’t respond, her will to speak had seemingly disappeared, and instead she just looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone around.
“Don’t feel bad, hon. I’d do it too, in your position. It’s the only thing you enjoy, and I mean no offense when I say this, but I feel bad for you. I want to help you.”
“I don’t want to be some vampire’s thrall.”
“See, Beatrice, that’s not what I’m offering you. I want you to be a servant, rather, a maid, of sorts. You can come with me, back to my castle in Sylvania, and live with me. You’ll always have food, you’ll always be protected, you’ll have high-quality rakes, and you’ll have all the lovers and sex you could dream of.” Isabella smiled at Beatrice’s reaction.
Beatrice blushed and took a small step back, but didn’t really know why. Her throat was suddenly dry. “W-what do you mean? What- what’s the catch?”
“There is none, my dear. Now, I know you’ve a preference for men, but I’m willing to show you just how serious I am.” Isabella’s fingers began to trace the hem of her corset.
Beatrice’s eyes followed and she only just then realized just how big Isabella’s breasts were. She was straight – as far as she knew – but she was suddenly feeling rather warm down below.
“Aww, is this all it takes? Seeing a woman as beautiful as me must be a rare thing indeed. Have you ever seen someone as attractive as I? Have you ever even had a reason to question your sexuality?”
Beatrice shook her head. She’d had one relationship in her whole life and that had been with Michael. The peasant girl had always just assumed that she liked men because of her parents’ encouragement. She’d never even thought about the possibility of being with a woman. But now, well now everything felt different.
“Well then here, girl, let me show you just how serious I am…” Isabella sauntered forward, her hips swinging to and fro with each step.
Beatrice just stood there rather stupidly, too tongue-tied to speak any rebuttal. She remained frozen until the vampire reached her. Isabella raised a pale, thin hand and ran her fingers along Beatrice’s blushing cheek. Strangely, her touch felt warm now, instead of cold. Yet it still sent a chill down Beatrice’s spine, just a different type of one.
The vampire’s fearsome disposition had rapidly shifted into one of beauty. Maybe it was just the ever-growing warmth and wetness between Beatrice’s legs that had this effect, she didn’t know but to be quite honest, she didn’t care. Her loneliness and pent up lust seemed to spill out of her now that she’d finally had a willing and eager partner again. Even if it was in the middle of an alley, she didn’t care. Even if it was with one of the most fearsome vampires in the world, she didn’t care.
Isabella smiled, “I’m happy to see how eager you are.” her eyes gestured to her breasts before locking back with Beatrice’s.
The peasant understood the gesture and her eyes ventured down to the vampire’s bosom and that tight, leather corset that accentuated her cleavage.
“Do you want to touch them?”
Beatrice nodded like a zombie.
“Then go ahead.”
There was no need for more encouragement. Beatrice’s hands moved upward and cupped the other woman’s breasts through the corset. They traced a bit higher until Beatrice could feel the woman’s surprisingly warm flesh. Her bosom was just as warm as a human’s. The peasant’s nervous digits clenched tightly around as much of the soft flesh as possible. She squeezed and groped lightly, but not out of fear of death or whatever, she was just a nervous person and this was the most beautiful pair of tits she’d ever seen.
Isabella used her finger to raise the peasant’s head before stealing her breath with a kiss. The brunette gasped and moaned and squeezed a bit tighter.
The vampire leaned forward and breathed against Beatrice’s ear, “you ever molest a pair of breasts before, darling?”
“No…” her response was like a choked gasp.
Isabella let out a slow, sultry chuckle, “good.” she pulled away for a moment, leaving Beatrice feeling rather stunned. Her hands traced the curves of her body before reaching the hem of her corset. She paused for a moment, staring into the peasant’s needy eyes, before tugging the cloth down.
Her large, perfectly weighted breasts bounced free. They were white like the rest of her skin, with two crimson, hard nipples at their centers.
“Don’t just sit there, girl. Do whatever you want.”
Beatrice darted forward and captured one breast in her hand and the other in her mouth. Her lips enveloped a pointy nipple and she sucked. A deep moan escaped her and her hips gyrated. Isabella had her own plans and snaked her head down Beatrice’s flat stomach before finding her soaking womanhood. Beatrice bucked her hips into the vampire’s hand and moaned. Her cunt was leaking enough to make even her dress sticky when pressed against her groin.
“You want this, don’t you?”
“I do…” Beatrice took only a moment to pull away from Isabella’s breast.
Those digits worked at Beatrice’s pussy through her clothes and wormed their way into her mind. They found her clit with ease and went about prodding and rubbing and flicking and Beatrice could hardly stand. In response she grew more eager in her worship of Isabella’s breasts. Her lips pulled away from that soaked nipple but her tongue did not. It continued to travel, down into the valley of Isabella’s breasts and back up over the other mound until she found the nipple. She didn’t stay there very long though, just a few sucks before she was on her way over and around and everywhere else. Her orgasm was approaching but before any of the fireworks could go off Isabella pulled away. In response, Beatrice’s legs buckled and she fell to her knees. She let out a little needy moan and began pulling her dress up. Isabella helped her and pulled the thick dress up over her head and let it fall to the ground. Beatrice reached under her panties and began fingering herself, but Isabella quickly put a stop to that.
“Ah, ah, ah. You don’t want to finish just yet.”
Beatrice whimpered. “Take your hand out of there, let me treat you.”
It took a lot of willpower for Beatrice to obey, but she managed it. She removed her hand from her panties and kneeled there, looking up at Isabella.
“That’s a good girl. Is there anywhere else you’d like to touch me? Perhaps… here,” she spun around slowly until her rear was to the peasant girl.
Beatrice’s eyes widened. Hugged tightly by rich, black leather trousers was the most perfectly bubbly ass Beatrice had ever seen. Again, she hadn’t really had any experience looking at butts, but the sight made her mouth water.
“What do you want to do, Beatrice?”
“I-I…”
“Do you want to pull my pants down and feel my ass? Do you want to taste it, to eat it, to worship it? Is that what you want?”
“Yes…”
“Then do it.”
Beatrice could hardly contain herself. She felt like she was going to explode, her mind assailed by an all-encompassing mixture of fear, elation and an unquenchable lust. Her hands found the hem of Isabella’s pants and she tugged down. The leather was difficult to move, and it clung to Isabella’s pale, bubbly ass like a second skin, but over time and with great effort, it was peeled away. With each inch of exposed skin, Beatrice’s eyes widened a little more. By the time it was all peeled away and the vampire’s pants slipped down to her ankles, Beatrice was practically hypnotized.
Without even a second for consideration, Beatrice sank her hands into Isabella’s ass. Her cheeks were easy to manipulate, though still quite firm underneath the thick layer of ass meat. Beatrice used her fingers as if she was kneading dough. She’d squeeze the flesh until her fingers grew nearly as white as the other woman’s ass, then pry her cheeks apart and let them clap together. Isabella chuckled in response, but let the girl have her fun for now. The peasant began peppering kisses around her bubbly, pale cheeks. On occasion, her tongue would slip free and create a slick trail as it wormed its way around and over and under and all over the vampire’s ass cheeks.
With each spreading of her cheeks, Beatrice would be given a short glimpse of the vampire’s pale, pink asshole. She’d never actually seen an asshole. She knew what they were for and what they did but, in this case at least, she could think of nothing more attractive. And so she grew brave and, after prying those cheeks apart one more time, she let her head press forward and her lips found that little pucker. A forbidden kiss was planted upon the tight, winking ring, then another, and another. Each one was sloppier than the last. Her lips would linger longer, her tongue would dart free and worm its way around the little hole, and she’d pull away with a wet smack.
Isabella remained content for a time. She allowed Beatrice to have her fun, learning about herself and Isabella’s taste. It wasn’t often she allowed herself to be dominated, though in this context it was a very light domination. She was still clearly the dom here. She hummed as her asshole was licked and kissed. This was one of her favorite things, and she was glad it seemed to enthrall Beatrice so much. She’d make a good servant.
The taste, smell, and texture of Isabella’s ass was memorized. It became ingrained on Beatrice’s tongue, with how hard she’d lick at it. She’d flatten her tongue against that taut hole and run it all the way up her crack, then back down again. She’d sloppily make out with it, she’d give a few adventurous sniffs, she was in heaven. This wasn’t something she’d ever known she needed, but now that she had it, she never wanted to be without it again.
Suddenly, Beatrice was thrown backwards. The back of her head impacted the nearest wall and she was dazed for a moment. It hadn’t hurt as much as it shocked her. In the next moment she found herself pinned. Isabella’s ass cheeks were flattening themselves against her face and, after a bit of wiggling, had forced her lips and nose into her crack. Oxygen was incredibly hard to find here, but Beatrice didn’t even consider this. She was utterly drunk with lust and already her lips were planted around that delicious asshole. Now she had a different goal in mind. She’d tasted everything her ass had to offer, now she wanted to get inside.
Her tongue worked tirelessly, prodding and pushing against Isabella's asshole. The vampire hummed and cooed and otherwise egged Beatrice further. She didn’t make gaining entrance easy, keeping her ring clenched and teasing her with little moments of allowing herself to relax. Each time she’d clench up before Beatrice could make any real progress. She’d laugh and the peasant would groan in annoyance or lust. The girl’s legs would kick and her thighs would rub together as she sat on the ground, but Isabella made sure she wasn’t getting herself off.
“Say please and I’ll let you in, darling.”
“Phlehhsh!!”
With a hum of satisfaction, Isabella relaxed her ring and allowed Beatrice’s tongue entrance. It flicked about madly, excited to finally be in its new home. Isabella sighed and played with her clit as her ass was tongue-fucked. It was a feeling she’d never get tired of, and she had a new pet to play with now. Surely the girl wouldn’t say no. Either way, this wasn’t how Isabella wanted to finish. She wanted to finish alongside the poor girl, so she pulled away.
Beatrice let out a confused and disappointed squeal as her tongue was pulled from the home she’d barely even begun to explore. She did, at that moment, realize just how badly she’d needed oxygen, and took several dozen deep, dizzying breaths. The girl was only allowed a few moments of recuperation before she was forced onto her side. She opened her mouth to question what Isabella was doing but her voice was cut short when her pussy was ground against something. Her vision blurred and her eyelids fluttered.
Through hazy eyes she looked down and realized what had happened. Isabella was facing away from her, with her tight, bubbly ass flexing as her legs were on either side of Beatrice. Her pussy was soaked and grinding against the poor peasant’s. Beatrice nearly passed out at the sight and sensation. She gyrated her hips instinctively, rutting against the gorgeous vampire. Isabella moaned and turned her head to smile at Beatrice, who smiled back. Her hair was a mess, falling over her eyes and her face was slick and shiny with a mixture of sweat and her own spit. She didn’t notice, nor would she have even cared. All she cared about was cumming with her new master. She wanted nothing more than to do this again and again, all night and day with Isabella.
Her orgasm came in a tsunami of sensation and mind-numbing bliss. Her mouth hung open and she could have sworn she lost consciousness for a moment. In one second she was gripping Isabella’s thigh, digging her claws into her flesh hard enough to likely cause a bit of bleeding, and in the next she was flat on her back, and her new master was staring down at her.
“Are you alright?” Isabella asked. She’d already dressed herself.
Beatrice couldn’t speak, but she managed an “mhm…” and that was enough for Isabella.
“So, have you thought about my offer?”
Beatrice nodded, it was too difficult to keep her eyes open.
“Well, what do you think?”
Beatrice nodded again.
“I can’t hear you, Beatrice.”
“Mhm”
“Speak up, please.”
“Yes!” Beatrice spat out. She raised her arms up limply, “can you help me up?”
“Of course I can. I always treat my pets well.”
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Title: (Commission) The Perks of Being A Tomboy
Chapter title: The-Perks-of-Being-A-Tomboy
Story Description:
June is an outcast, in her eyes at least. She is the only woman to be into sports and more 'boyish' stuff in her town, and it's beginning to grate on her. When she runs into her crush's father during a party, she slowly breaks down and explains it all to him. He sees what she's going through and works to teach her that she is perfect just the way she is. But he's also eager to teach her these sexual things that she knows nothing about. This is his chance to take what he's always desired.
Original: Anal
Story Content:
June kicked the ball, sending it spiraling between the nearest man’s legs and into her teammate’s sole. She darted around her perplexed opponent and accepted the pass as the ball was returned to her. She dribbled the ball between her feet as she ran and – much like she had the first man – quickly passed it through another’s legs, only to catch up to it on the other side. She could hear her teammates cheering and her opponents mumbling as she wound her leg back to make what would surely be another uninhibited goal.
The goalie wasn’t ready. He never was when the shot came from June. He cursed under his breath and ducked for safety as the ball torpedoed toward his head like a bullet. The others would be mad at him for that, but he would have liked to see them take a kick from June. They would have acted just as he had.
There was a mixture of cheering and curses and grumbling. June was closer to more of her opponents than her teammates. Those on her team knew to give her space to work whenever she had the ball. The first one to reach her gave her a hard pat on the back. He ran his knuckles through her short, black hair and congratulated her. She laughed and playfully shoved him away. The others caught up to her, saying the same things they always said when she carried the match. You did great! Look at you! I don’t know how you do it! It was routine by this point. Looking past them, she saw her opponents, shaking their heads and talking amongst themselves. They shot her little glares, and she should have taken pride in them, but she always found herself feeling bad. The other team was trying to win too, just like her.
As the only female to even partake in these soccer games, she always stuck out like a sore thumb. She ran her hand over her face, collecting the beads of sweat and running her fingers through her matted, wet hair. The others at the bleachers, both men and women, were clapping or talking amongst themselves.
“Hey!”
June looked over her shoulder. One of her teammates, but more importantly, her friend, placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Hey.”
“You did great.” He used his shirt to dry his face off. “Don’t even know why you have teammates though.”
June snorted, “I wouldn’t have gotten the goal if Jack wasn’t there to accept my pass.”
“Pfft, you would’ve found another way.”
They made it to the water cooler. June poured them both a cup and handed Mark his water before taking a sip. Mark was shorter than her and seemed to see her as a sort of older sister he never had. At least, that was the way June saw it. She protected him from bullies back when they were in school, and she knew that she would likely be doing so in college as well. Some of her other friends tried to make it seem like he had a crush on her, but she knew that wasn’t the case. At least, she hoped that wasn’t the case.
It was obvious that a lot of the boys who played soccer had a crush on her, even those on the other teams. She had developed a fit body that she was proud of, and onlookers were common. She was tall and lean, with a lightly toned stomach, and more generously toned arms and legs. Her chest wasn’t large, rather petite if you asked her, but all of the running and exercise had given her a generous rear. Unfortunately, she didn’t like being looked at, not by most men she knew. And the man she had feelings for never seemed to look at her like the others did.
The irony was not lost on her. For some reason she had no interest in the sporty men she knew. Her attention was always focused on someone else. She looked at the bleachers, scanning them before spotting him. Henry. He was sitting in the bleachers, surrounded by friends. He hadn’t played today, and hadn’t played for the past couple of months. She had noticed him slowly losing interest in these sorts of physical things, but now he made it clear to everyone. He had only come here because his friends did. They had been much closer when he played soccer. Now it seemed a one-sided thing. It wasn’t his hobbies that made him attractive, not to June. If that were the case, she would have dated any of the men on her team.
June ascended the bleachers and sat with the group she knew.
“But I’ve really been getting into the artsy group,” Henry said, “like Serena.”
“The goth chick? You know that isn’t her real name right?”
“It’s what she wants to be called, so I oblige. I don’t even know her real name, but she’s so pretty.”
June looked down at her body. She knew who Serena was. She was the polar opposite of June. Short, with an hourglass figure and large breasts. Pale skin, red hair, absolutely not physically active at all. She was a girly girl. Everyone seemed to be into girly girls in this town full of girly girls. Another reason June felt like she stuck out. Almost like she didn’t even belong.
She listened to the ensuing conversation. They made the rounds – mostly men – discussing their preferred partners. No one referenced June, nor anyone with her body or personality. This wasn’t uncommon, but was particularly hurtful today. Intentional or not. She looked back at her teammates. They’d grouped up together on another set of bleachers. Why didn’t she want to go hang out with them? Was she a glutton for punishment?
“You were on fire today.”
June was pulled from her brooding. “Hm?”
“The way you played. You did great.” It was Henry speaking.
“Oh, thanks.”
“Who would you want to be with?” Michael, another friend, asked.
“Uhh, I don’t know.” June said. “I haven’t thought about it…”
“No time with all the fitness and ass-kicking.” Someone else joked.
This was sort of true, June had to admit. She had never dated anyone, and spent most of her time working out, jogging, taking care of her body, or beating people in sports. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t have time for a relationship. She did, probably. It was just that she hadn’t ever felt that sort of connection, at least not with anyone but Jacob.
He had been her best friend since kindergarten. They did everything together until a few months ago. The crush she had on him festered years ago and she never had the courage to ask him if he felt the same. Now it was clear that he did not.
She tried to laugh it off and the conversation slowly shifted gears. June had hoped to play another game, but most everyone was joining in on newfound plans to head to Henry’s house for a party. It was a spur of the moment thing, but this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and Henry’s family was always open to it. He had proved himself time and time again that he could be trusted, and that was one of the reasons June liked him.
“You coming?” Michael asked.
“Yeah, just gotta run home to-”
“Nope. No time. Didn’t you hear? Jacob’s dad finally finished the basketball court. Gotta get there before the sun goes down if you wanna play.”
June had wanted to go home to shower and change. She hadn’t actually even planned to play soccer today, but it wasn’t like her to ever say no. Her outfit wasn’t made for sports. All she was wearing was a tight tank top and jean shorts. The tank top wasn’t bad, but the jeans shorts weren’t the most comfortable at the moment. Both were damp with sweat now and she wanted to clean up, but there was no way she would miss basketball. There were no good courts in her town, and that made being able to play basketball a rare thing.
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June had made a quick stop to her house to grab a change of clothes before heading to the party. She arrived on time and the basketball was indeed worth it. They played for hours. David watched the first half of the first game, but quickly vanished afterward. His family’s house was massive, basically a mansion, and his yard was equally sized. The court was fully scaled to what one would expect, and the ground was concrete. It was perfect, and June was on fire yet again.
She had decided to bring the change of clothes after David said she could shower there once she was done. Now, with the sun setting and everyone else growing tired and heading inside, June figured she had to stop as well. She could have played for several more hours, until the sun came up really, but not without other players. As everyone headed inside she made one more dunk and let the ball bounce to the neatly trimmed grass.
Even though the sun had set, the temperature had hardly dropped. June was panting as she stepped into the air conditioned back porch. It was the middle of summer, and the swimming pool looked tempting. However, she didn’t think to bring any swim clothes like most people had. Someone handed her a bottle of water and she drank from it greedily. In between gulps, she overheard her friends talking.
“Okay but Serena’s lips!”
“Too thick for me, I don’t care. January’s trim and tiny. Perfect for manhandling.”
It seemed they were talking about the girls they liked, again. That meant this was a perfect time for her to go shower. She wasn’t going to miss anything important at this rate and in all honesty she found these types of conversations annoying. She rolled her eyes and moved past them.
“June!" Someone shouted.
Begrudgingly, she turned around.
“Give the question any thought? Which guy do you wanna… do you like best? One of us?” It was clear that this man had had something to drink by now. He hadn’t been at the basketball game.
“Nope.”
“Is it ladies you’re into then?”
“No.” June whipped her head away and began walking inside. He called out to her again but she ignored him. Anger was welling inside of her, but it shouldn’t have been directed at him. He was just asking her normal questions; it was her that was abnormal. Why couldn’t she just be normal? Why couldn’t she like art, or pop music, or girly clothes and makeup? Why did she have to get dirty and sweaty all the time? She hardly even put on perfume. Soap was enough for her but that wasn’t the case for anyone else and it shouldn’t have been the case for her.
She stomped into the house. It was mostly vacant, thankfully. She didn’t want to be interrupted again. A shower would help settle her mind, they always did. When she reached the hallway that led to the bathroom, she found someone leaning against the wall. Just her luck; someone was probably inside and she was going to be stuck conversing with this person she had nothing in common with. Only, when she actually looked at the man and realized who it was, she sighed in relief. It was only Henry’s dad; Mr. Anderson. Most people just called him Richard. He looked up from his phone and noticed her, a warm smile sneaking across his face.
June had known Richard for what seemed like her entire life. He was always kind to her, even after Henry stopped talking to her as much as he used to. Back in the day, when this house was like her second home, he was like a second father. She smiled back at him, though it was clearly weak because he saw through it immediately. You just couldn’t fake your emotions around him, no one could.
“Hey, June. Is there something bothering you?” He asked, the warmth in his voice ever-present.
It was this caring warmth that made June falter. Her shoulders slumped and she let out a low sigh. “I guess.”
Richard sighed and smiled again, “well, how about we talk about it?”
He always knew what she needed. Even more than her own parents. At least, more than her dad. In all honesty, he was more like a dad than her real dad, but there was something else about him that just made her feel okay. Safe, understood. She liked being around him, only now that she was older she felt she shouldn’t. Like she should have grown up and not needed him anymore. She didn’t know, but it felt nice for someone to care.
“Okay. But I was gonna shower.”
“You can do that after, if you’d like. It’ll help clear your head after venting.”
June nodded, she just couldn’t say no to him. “Sure,” even if she smelled bad, at least in her opinion.Richard didn’t seem to care.
They walked back to the living room only to find that the couch was now occupied. The partiers hadn’t noticed them. Richard looked back at June with playful concern.
“Seems our seat’s taken. No matter, we can just talk upstairs.”
June nodded and followed him up the stairs. The mansion had three main floors, a basement, and an attic. Richard’s room was on the third floor, far away from all of the commotion. His wife hadn’t been around for years now. They divorced back when June was fifteen. She always wondered why he never remarried or seemed to date anyone else. At times she would pity him, imagining him lonely in this massive house while Kevin was at school. He always seemed okay though. Composed and calm at all times.
His room was fittingly massive, with a one-way window that granted a generous view of the backyard and swimming pool. You could see out, but no one could see inside. The bed was a king, or double king, emperor? It was the biggest June had ever seen and looked like it would also have been the most comfortable, had she ever had the chance to lie on it.
Richard sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to him. At least it seemed she would be sitting on it. But she didn’t want to mess it up. She glanced down at her dirty, lightly dampened jean shorts and then back at the bed. Richard chuckled under his breath.
“Really, I don’t care. Your state is nothing compared to how Kevin would be when he was little. Back when he did sports and stuff like that.”
Once again, June was reminded that she had no need to feel uncomfortable. Even in this state. She sat next to him.
“Guess I never grew up, huh?” She joked.
“What? Growing up doesn’t mean quitting the things you like. Henry just evolved differently, I guess. He moved to art and music, but if you ask me he just did it for the girly girls. You’re just fine where you are. You’ve got the stuff to make it big, you know.”
“Girly girls.” June huffed, completely missing the complement. “You mean normal girls?”
“Did I say normal girls? No, I said girly girls. Girls that focus on more feminine things. Just because you’re a tomboy doesn’t mean you aren’t normal.” Richard eyed her lean form. “Is that what’s bothering you?”
“Maybe.”
“Gosh, June. It isn’t like you to seem so defeated. Been a long time since I’ve seen you like this. What is it then, you want to be more ‘girly’?” He raised his hands to make quotations.
“Well, not really. I guess I just wish that I did. So I could fit in, be norm… girlier. Like, I feel like I should want to, and that’s why I wish I wanted to.”
“Why? Don’t you have friends that play sports?”
“Yeah, but they’re all guys and way too interested in me.”
“Oh, that bothers you?”
“A little.”
“Why? Are you, you know, more into the other team?”
“No. That’s the second time someone’s asked me that today,” June chuckled as best she could, trying to hide her annoyance. “I just don’t have any interest in the guys on my team.”
“Ah, yeah, I figured as much.”
June looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, please June. You don’t think I noticed how much you and Henry got along? I knew you had a crush on him for some time, and I’m sorry he changed his course like he did.”
June blushed. “Oh…”
“It’s okay though,” Richard chuckled, “it’s completely normal. Both of you, I mean. And it’s normal for you to not be interested in the other sporty guys. Opposites attract. Ever heard that before?”
“Sure, but… uh, Henry has no interest in… me.”
Richard finally paused. “Is that what’s got you so worked up about not being ‘girly’ enough?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, that’s just silly, if you ask me.”
“What?”
“You don’t need to conform to someone else’s views, you know. Just because Henry and you might not be the best match doesn’t mean that you won’t find someone who is just perfect for you. Transforming yourself to meet someone else’s standard is an awful thing to do, June.”
“Sure, and I don’t really mean going that far, I just… I still want to be able to be girly at times. Not just for Henry but to fit in better. I don’t even know…”
“Know what?”
“Nothing…” June wished she had stopped herself earlier. She didn’t think this was a subject she was comfortable broaching with even Richard.
“What, like sex stuff?”
June fell silent, her gaze faltering and head turning away. Her cheeks began to glow. How was it that Mr. Anderson always knew exactly what was on her mind? Guess it was just a parent thing.
“June, haven’t you learned by now that you don’t need to be shy or embarrassed around me? Not about anything.”
“Yeah.” June responded sheepishly. “When they talk about… sexual stuff, I just don’t know how to respond. I have no experience with it. Never had much interest, but now I think I should. Or that I’m missing out on it, on experience I need to have to be able to fit in. Am I even girly enough for sex?”
Richard sighed and shook his head. “Alright, June, I don’t know where this idea that you needed to be girly to have sex came from, but it isn’t true.”
June fell silent again, eyes to the floor. Shy, locking up.
“But if you really want to learn to be more girly…”
She looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.
“I could try to teach you.”
“To be more girly?”
“In a way. I guess I mean more so how to please people, boys, in girlier, sexual ways.”
“You would really teach me that?”
Richard nodded, thankful he was wearing jeans. He didn’t want her noticing the bulge in his pants. June looked away from him and he took that opportunity to let his gaze wander. It fell to her chest, then her arm, just a few inches from his. He could see the light tone of her biceps and forearm. He took in the sweat as it began to dry on her skin, the smell that accompanied it and the heat that resonated from her.
Ever since she entered adulthood he found himself attracted to her. There were no women like her in this town. Strong, capable, willing to get dirty. Here she sat next to him, sweaty and smelly and perfectly not girly. This was his chance and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
“Of course I would.” But how could he safely cross the line? How to get started correctly and safely? What did girls like? He smirked. “I guess perfume is girly, isn’t it?”
Another blush and June scooted away. He could smell her, the realization filling her with shame. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I don’t have any on. This is why I wanted to shower first. I-”
Richard cut her off by scooting back next to her. “Did I ever say you needed it? No, I didn’t. But it is a girly thing, and you want to be more girly, don’t you?”
“Well, I don’t want to stink.”
“Who says you stink?”
June snorted, before realizing that that wasn’t a girly thing to do at all. “Come on, I smell like someone who just played sports all day, outside, in the burning heat. What was the high today? Ninety-Eight?”
“Who says that smells bad?”
“What?” June gave a faux disgusted look.
Richard scooted closer to her and audibly sniffed. His bulge strained against his pants. “Nope, it doesn't stink.”
June opened her mouth but before she could say anything Richard cut her off.
“Now I know exactly what you’re going to say, but no. Sweat, the smell of exertion, some dirt too, no these things do not stink. At least, not to some guys. Smart guys. When sweaty and dirty and exerted, women smell way different than guys do, and it is, in its own way, an attractive, arousing scent. It’s a more primitive one, sure, but that should just make it all the more special, if you ask me. And you are asking me.” Richard ran a hand through his short, black hair, his fingers working through the gray streaks. “Nope, not stinky, not gross, but a good smell.”
He paused for a moment, trying to gather his words. “You see, June, this is quite difficult for me. There are things girly girls do that you don’t and I find that special about you. I don’t see it as something that needs changing. Like not wearing much perfume, for example. That makes you stand out, it makes you unique. And honestly, I wouldn’t want to change that.”
June shook her head, a smile present. “You’re just joking.”
“I’m not. Want me to prove it?”
June chuckled and nodded.
Without warning, Richard leaned towards her. He grabbed her nearest arm and lifted it up, revealing her glistening armpit. There was just the faintest, most tantalizing amount of hair there. It was clear that she took care of herself, even if she didn’t consider herself girly.
“Hey, you shave your pits, that’s definitely girly.”
Before giving her a chance to respond, his head pressed forward until his nose was planted against her pit. It was sweaty and moist and the hair tickled him lightly. He inhaled loudly, dramatically. The straining in his pants reached a point where he almost lost control. It was nearly impossible to stifle his moan. Her scent was incredible. Hot and pungent and humid. It was thick, like a physical thing. A tangible cloud of musk. Sweat and dirt, no deodorant lingered after such strenuous exertion, nor was there any perfume. It was just June. He looked up at her as he inhaled again. Her eyes were wide but she didn’t try to move away.
After one more sniff, he pulled away proudly, as if having just proved a point when in reality he was just getting himself off. “See, it doesn't stink. It smells wonderful, if I’m being honest. Any normal man would agree.”
“I…” June was speechless. She lifted her other arm up and leaned in for a sniff before scrunching her lips. “That smells good?”
“Yes. And what’s more…” he leaned forward again, but this time it wasn’t his nose that found her pit. His tongue snaked free, finding the supple, soft and porous flesh and licked it. From the bottom to the top his tongue traveled, without missing an inch, before pulling away. “It tastes just as good as it smells.”
As June sat speechless, Richard leaned down and licked it again. This felt strange. Not just the sensation, but it made her feel strange all over. Tingly, almost. She lifted her finger to her mouth and bit it. A trademark signal that she was nervous. While she sat there, her mind trying to wrap around what was happening, Richard continued to lick her armpit.
The flavor was unbeatable. Something he always wanted, yet he never received. His wife never wanted to do stuff like this. In fact, she found it deplorable. But now, with such a perfect woman in his life, he couldn’t let it be. It was a difficult balance to maintain. To give in to his lust just enough to not break the facade of a caring, fatherly figure who just wanted to teach this girl how to be more girly. Rather, his real goal was to familiarize her with sex. His type of sex. To mold her into his sexual ideals.
“Mr. Anderson…”
“Please,” Richard pulled away, “just call me Richard.”
“Richard… what are you doing?”
“You want to be more girly, right?”
June nodded.
“Well, I don’t know if I’m willing to help you transform. You are perfect the way you are. I say you don’t have to conform to the ideals of others, but I can teach you how to be more sexually tuned. Which, in a way, is more girly.”
“Oh, okay…” June nodded sheepishly, still perturbed by the current happenings.
“You can use these things to your advantage. Your powerful scent, your powerful body, your tomboy nature. There are men who want these types of things more than anything. I can show you specific things I know you can do that other girls can’t. That they’d be too afraid to do. But I can show you some girly things as well. Mainly, what to actually do and how to handle these types of situations. You want that, that’s why you’re here right now, isn’t it?”
June nodded again. Even if that wasn’t really why she was here, and Richard knew that, the girl was confused and overwhelmed enough to think it was. That was perfect. He leaned back in, utterly drugged by her armpit, and began licking it anew. June sat there, a perfectly patient partner, while he indulged.
In all honesty, June was just frozen. She had no idea what to do. Her mind was racing and she found herself to be, of all things, scared. It was nonsense, she rationalized. Richard was someone she felt incredibly safe around, and he was teaching her, helping her. Although, it was normal to be nervous when it came to new things. That was probably it, then. That was why she was nervous. It was just anxiety.
There was a knock at the door. Both Richard and June jumped in response.
“Dad?” It was Henry.
“Yeah?” Richard responded, trying to mask his annoyance.
“Do you know where June is? We wanted to head to the pool but didn’t know if she brought a swimsuit. I can’t find her.”
“No, I have no idea.”
“Oh. She isn’t in the shower like I thought she would be, so I thought she might have been up here with you.”
“Huh, nope. Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. She likes you, I guess.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.” Richard eyed the doorknob. It was unlocked. His heart was racing.
“Okay, sorry.”
“You’re fine.”
Henry could be heard leaving, his footsteps growing quieter as he reached the stairs. Richard stood and paced to the door. He locked it, both the doorknob and the latch a few inches above it.
“Why did you lie to him?” June asked.
“He wouldn’t understand what we’re doing. And you don’t want to be disturbed, do you?”
After a moment of thought, June shook her head. “No.”
When Richard sat back down next to her, she raised her arm again, inviting him to lick her pit some more.
Richard stopped her with a hand. “Thank you, but that pit’s all clean. Hey, you might not even need a shower at this rate.” He joked.
June laughed, the ridiculousness of the situation lost on her. “Did you want to lick this one, then?” She raised her other arm.
Richard considered it but shook his head. He had to play the teacher, indulgence could come later. “No,” he laughed it off as well, “but you know there are other spots on your body that emit attractive scents.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m sure you can guess what they are. We aren’t going to get to them yet, but your butt is one of them. Honestly, in my opinion, your armpits and your butt emit the strongest, most attractive scents. However, your feet are very close behind. No, what am I saying? Your feet are with them for sure.”
“You can’t be serious?” June suddenly began to wonder if this was some kind of prank. Richard was acting completely ridiculous now. There was no way her unwashed butt would be a source of good smells. And her feet? She was disgusted at the thought. Clinging to this sudden idea that this was a prank, she began looking around the room.
“What? No, June, you can’t be serious right now. Do you really think I would lie to you? What, you think this is some kind of joke?” He attempted to sound dejected, hurt. “I would never do that to you.” He withdrew from her, receding a few inches for impact.
It worked perfectly. June scooted towards him, crossing the distance between them. “No, no, I’m sorry! It’s just a lot, I guess. I mean, I had no idea things like this could be attractive.”
“It is rather niche, I suppose. But it is a wonderful thing when you find the right guy for it.” He looked down at her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t ever trick you or try to lead you wrong, you know. I’m just trying to help.”
“I know you wouldn’t, Mr- Richard. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She leaned into his hand, her head touching his shoulder.
“You still want me to teach you more, then?”
June nodded. She ran a finger under her armpit and brought it to her nose. Even after his teachings, such a smell was not attractive to her. But she tried to get familiar with it. Richard noticed what she was doing. He saw her fingers, lightly wetted with her own armpit sweat, and grabbed her wrist.
She watched as he brought her fingers to his mouth and enveloped them. She could feel as his tongue wormed around her digits. Again, she found herself nervous and tingly. She bit her lip.
When he let her fingers free, he smiled and looked away for a moment. “Sorry, can’t help it.”
June tried to reassure him. She leaned against him and put on a sort of comforting voice. “Oh, it’s okay, don’t worry. I don’t mind. You’re teaching me things, it’s good to get me familiar with this sort of stuff, since it’s normal.”
Richard nodded, reassured. “Okay, good. Then, would you like me to show you how you can make guys happy? Not just with your smells and flavors, but to take charge and really make us feel good?”
“Um…” it was now or never, “okay.”
“Don’t worry,” June’s nervousness was not lost on Richard, “I won’t do anything fast. We’ll go at your own pace. I don’t work tomorrow, so we can spend as long as needed on this teaching session. Or whatever it is.” It was working so well. He couldn’t believe it. Even though his heart was racing and his mind was split between anxiety and a need to just take her, he was managing it. It had been so long. So, so long since he’d had someone. And for it to be June, of all the people, she was the most attractive of all.
“Okay.” June straightened up. She could handle this, couldn’t she? Sexual stuff was girly. Girly stuff was easy, at least compared to all the strenuous and more boyish things she did on the daily. Yeah, this wouldn’t be hard. Just a learning experience with the person she trusted most to teach her. With a deep breath, she relaxed. “What do I have to do?”
“Well, have you heard of blowjobs?”
“Kind of.”
“Do you know what it is?”
“Not really, no.”
“Well, it’s really simple, and pretty girly. It’s when a woman pleasures a man with her mouth. Simple as that. You just suck on their penis, or whatever you want to call it. Cock, dick, all the same thing.”
June blushed again, her nerves returning even as she tried to beat them back.
“Now, guys love it. Really, they do. It’s easy and girly and honestly it's something every woman should know how to do.” Richard leaned back, straightening out his midsection and legs as he began undoing his belt. His member was straining in agony under his jeans. He was so close.
June watched, quite frozen as Richard undid his belt and tossed it to the floor. Was she really doing this? With her father figure? Maybe this was normal? She didn’t know. This was the downside of avoiding all things ‘girly’ her whole life. She didn’t know if this was something people actually taught to people. It seemed that it was, judging by the way Richard seemed so relaxed about all of this. After all, he wouldn’t lie to her. He wouldn’t hurt her. He was to be trusted, and trust him she did.
There was a splash outside. It pulled June from her thoughts and she glanced at the window. It was the size of the wall, and the setting sun was visible over the soft line of trees that separated the property from the outside world. She heard laughing. They were in the pool now, likely tired of waiting for her. She shrugged; it wasn’t like she was really missing out on anything.
Richard noticed this and smiled eagerly. He realized now that she was invested in this, well and truly. She was his to teach, to mold, to explore. His fly was undone and his pants unbuttoned. Though, his dick was still stuffed under his pants. The turgid thing reached his thigh, and would take some finagling to get out of his pants.
This was when June finally noticed the shape under his jeans. At first it just looked like a wrinkle, but she soon realized that it was too thick and consistent to be that. It was his penis, the first she had ever seen, even if it wasn’t actually revealed to her. Were they all that big?
Her shock was noticed, and Richard chuckled. “It’s okay to be intimidated. I’m known to be quite… well, to be well-endowed. Guess that just means this will be good practice. You can handle it though, we both know that. You can handle anything physical.”
June gulped but nodded. “Mhm…”
“You can touch it if you want.”
June stumbled on her words. Words that she didn’t even know the form of. She stopped herself from trying to speak and Richard snickered. She gave a nervous little response and raised her hand. This was suddenly the most intimidating thing she had ever done. Not really, but at that moment it certainly felt like it.
“It doesn’t bite.”
June huffed at his teasing. But he was right to tease her, she was acting like a wimp. It was just a penis. Just a penis. A big, hard penis. Her hand clenched and unclenched briefly, a visible representation of her inward struggle, before it finally just darted forward. She gasped when her hand landed on it. That warm, thick thing. It pulsed in her grasp. Richard remained still, his hands firmly planted on the bed. He looked up at her with a weary smile.
“Squeeze it.”
June noticed the way his voice had shifted. It was deeper, almost mysterious in a way. That must have been because it felt good. Because she was doing good. She complied and squeezed, eager to keep pleasing him and doing good. His thing pulsed harder in her grasp and she could feel more of it. It was like a ripple, with hard, almost bone-like things flexing under his soft skin. It was almost alien. Like a thing from a movie.
Richard lifted his hips and pressed his member against her hand. “That feels really good. You’re doing great.”
With his hips in the air he thumbed his waistband and pulled it down. His briefs went with it and June tugged her hand away. Maybe he was going too fast. He wasn’t thinking straight. His dick was freed and flopped into the air, jutting proudly. It was thick, girthy and long. He was proud of his dick and measured it often. A solid ten inches. He was a rare breed and he knew it. Such a waste for it to have lied dormant for all this time. He looked at June, lust in his eyes. Thankfully that wouldn’t have been the case anymore.
The shift in his being was immediately noticeable to the otherwise innocent girl. She was completely green in this field, but recognized his lust. It made her hesitate. Her hand hovered in the air for longer than he liked and he grabbed it and brought it back around his cock.
“Pump it. Like this.” He guided her hand.
June caught on to the motion quickly. It was simple, very much so. All she had to do was grip the thing and pump her hand up and down around it. Yet this little movement seemed to drive Richard mad. He leaned his head back and sighed. His upper body fell back as well and he rested his elbows on the bed to hold himself up.
“That’s great, June. You’re performing wonderfully.”
She tried to smile and made a little noise. A hum of sorts. It was all she could do at the moment, her nerves paralyzing all but her hand. Her eyes fell to his member. Weren’t these things supposed to be hairy? At least around the groin, that was what she thought. This one was wholly hairless. She watched the way the skin bunched up around the big, reddish head when she pumped upward, and the way it was pulled taut when she went back down. He was circumcised. At the very least – and the most – June knew enough to know the difference there.
Richard bucked upward. “Your mouth, June, like I said. Just put your lips around it and bob your head, like you’re doing with your hand.”
“I-I can’t fit all of that…”
“Don’t be silly, you don’t have to fit it all. Just the tip – the glans – will do for now.”
Impatiently, Richard’s hand found the back of June’s head. Her hair was matted and wet. He began to pull her down, but very gently. June did most of the work, following his lead she lowered her head. Her lips found that strange crown. It didn’t feel like she thought it would. His hand was removed from her head.
“Go at your own pace for now, June. No need to be scared, taste and explore to your heart’s content. It’ll feel good no matter what. Just, you know, no biting.”
June nodded in understanding and lowered her head further. The glans felt weird. It wasn’t like anything she had had in her mouth before and in all honesty, it felt kind of nice. Soft and spongy. When her tongue touched it she found very little actual flavor. The taste was simply like skin, nothing gross and nothing really good either. It was just a thing.
When her lips found the end of the glans, she pushed forward and the crown was fully enveloped in her mouth. Her lips wrapped slightly around the edge of it, where the spongy flesh met the normal flesh of his shaft. She raised her head, taking half of the glans out of her mouth, and bobbed back down. The response she got was a groan of pleasure and nothing else. It was unmistakable. It made her feel good. Really good.
She continued like this, bobbing and taking slightly more of his shaft each time. But once she felt his tip tickle the back of her mouth, she gagged and pulled back. His dick left her mouth and she lifted her head to cough as gently as she could. It was a natural, knee-jerk reaction. Her eyes watered lightly as she cleared her throat. He was looking at her, a small smirk on his face.
“Sorry,” she said, “I went too far.”
“Oh, dear, you didn’t go far enough.” He said. “But it’s okay, it’s a lot to take in at once. And it’s also okay to gag if you need to. It actually feels good, you know. It vibrates my shaft and massages me, it’s amazing.”
“But I choked on it.”
“Yeah, guys like that. They like that a lot. It’s definitely harder to get into for girls, but you can train your gag reflex, or get used to gagging. It’s up to you, really. Gag or learn to stifle it. Either way it feels great for the guy, even if I do personally prefer gagging.” Richard gave her no time to actually respond or question him. “Spit is great too. Drool and whatnot. It feels great to be coated in it.”
June could only nod. It was a lot to take in at once. A lot of instruction and a lot of things she wanted to ask about, only she froze up. All she could think to do was what he said. She pursed her lips, her mouth hovering a few inches over his cock. He watched with eager eyes as a bubble of spit turned to a thick droplet and that droplet broke from her lips and landed directly on his cockhead. He groaned and bucked upward.
“That’s amazing, June. Please, just suck it more…”
June obeyed, lowering her head and engulfing him once again. He was breathing heavily and she knew he was enjoying it. This filled her with pride. She was doing good, really good. His hand reached up for her head again, but only caressed her scalp on its way down. It tickled her neck, then reached for her arm. She knew exactly where it was going next.
His finger snaked under her armpit, into that soaking, soft pocket of musk. It remained there, gently pressing against the skin, marinating in her odor. When he pulled it free he brought it directly to his nose. This seemed to only make him more aroused, because his free hand found her head and began to press downward. While he sniffed and snorted, June began to panic.
She let out a muffled noise when he reached the back of her mouth again. Only this time he didn’t stop. She coughed and put her hands on his hips, trying to resist. She was strong, but so was he. Fit and muscular, he could have gone toe to toe with her, but she didn’t let it reach that point. She was supposed to learn, not resist. He wasn’t going to put her in any danger, even if this was scary and she wouldn’t have been able to breathe. It wasn’t like he would hold her down forever and suffocate her or something. Mr. Anderson knew what he was doing and she should have trusted him. She stopped resisting, but she didn’t stop gagging.
June coughed loudly, painfully so. A forced retch escaped her next, and she convulsed over his dick. Thick spit was forced from her mouth as she heaved around his dick. It didn’t stop, pressing into and breaking past her throat barrier without care. He looked down and took in the great helping of drool that spilled down his shaft. He watched her as she gagged and convulsed again, heaving up more spit and spilling it in thick, gooey strands down his cock. He couldn’t stop himself, it was too much.
“Oh God, June. This is incredible, don’t stop. Please, it’s been so long.” He bucked upward, forcing another inch into her throat.
June’s gags were obscene, pitiful and painful, but music to Richard’s ears. He was glad she must have had an empty stomach, because she wasn’t handling this well at all. The next time she heaved and pressed her palms against his stomach he stopped her. His other hand came down over the back of her head and he shoved her down with force. At the same time, his hips bucked up and his dick cemented itself several inches deeper into June’s gullet.
“Oh my God, June. I’m sorry, I can’t stop,” he bucked again, “it’s too wonderful. Just hold on, you can take it all, I know you can. You’re so good at this. Oh, June…”
June was struggling hard. Her instincts were taking over and she was fighting against his force, but she was losing. She couldn’t see, eyes filled with tears formed from her gagging. Her limbs were shaky and she was disoriented from the choking. Fear was most prevalent, that sense of reason and understanding that Richard wouldn’t truly hurt her or put her in danger had faded in the face of panic.
Thick stands of spit and new slop connected her lips to his dick. Some even spilled from her nose, but he just kept going. She hadn’t even realized when her lips found his groin, too lost in the lack of oxygen, but this was when he began to fuck her throat. Her lower body had splayed itself out on the edge of the bed. Where her feet kicked the blankets were disheveled and some dirt had come off of her shoes and stained the cloth. Richard didn’t care. He was halfway on his side now, in some awkward, animalistic position as he pistoned his hips and hands. His words of encouragement had vanished, replaced by gasps and grunts and moans. He was an animal, focused on one thing and one thing only; squeezing every bit of pleasure he could from June’s struggling throat.
His orgasm was sudden and just as brutal as the fucking had been. He hilted himself within her, maintaining his sideways position as his hips quivered and June gurgled. Her struggling had weakened greatly, but she was still there. Her mind was slow. Comprehending what was happening was very hard. With so little air in her lungs she was on the verge of losing consciousness. She didn’t even feel herself swallowing his load.
Richard pulled out of her and rolled her onto her side. His cock, now flaccid, sprayed spit onto the bed as he scrambled to his knees and then the floor. He stood in front of June, who was coughing and gasping for air. He cupped her face and kneeled down.
“June? June, are you okay?” His voice was panicked. The fear of having gone too far was plainly present.
She coughed and gasped, her mouth agape and spilling cum and drool. Richard wiped her mouth with his shirt and rubbed her back. He repeated himself and this time she nodded.
“June you did so good. That was incredible! I’ve never seen someone do so good. You have nothing to worry about!” He tried to mask his fear with his praise. He knew that things were likely over now, that he had gone too far, but made this last-ditch effort to keep her in his grasp. “I’m so, so proud of you!”
June continued to sputter, her eyes still glossed over, but she heard him. She understood what he was saying and she nodded and tried to smile, but only found herself coughing up more and more. Richard wiped the tears from her cheeks and pulled her in for an awkward hug. She wrapped her arm around his neck. This wasn’t their first hug, but it was definitely their most intense one. At least, it was for him.
“You did so good, but I’m going to let you recover, of course. There is more to teach, but for now, while you rest, do you want me to show you some other spots where your scent is strongest, and make you feel good at the same time?”
The woman nodded, though her mind wasn’t completely there and she was incapable of truly answering. She thought it was the right idea, that it was what she wanted, so she agreed. He smiled at her and she made a short smile back, though the retching persisted. He patted her back as he traveled down her body. When he reached her jeans, he was tempted to stop and take what he wanted most of all. He hovered there for a moment, but continued down her legs. She was still his, he was relieved to know, and therefore he could teach her what he liked most once she recovered.
He reached her shoes and began untying them. She looked down, a quizzical expression on her face. There was no way he had been serious when she said her feet were one of these special places. He nodded at her, an amused smile on his face. She couldn’t help but let out a ragged little laugh.
Her first shoe was removed and Richard held onto it. It was dirty and moist, but the inside was wholly June. He lifted the opening to his face and placed his nose inside of it. All the while he maintained eye contact with her. While he huffed the smell of her sweat-soaked shoe, she stared with eyes like saucers. He moaned unabashedly and sniffed again. Sniffs turned to snorts as he inhaled lungful after lungful of her pungent foot-stink. He could get drunk off of this. It was hypnotic, an odor so powerful that it rivaled what would be his final target. Only, it was salty and almost acidic. Her ass wasn’t going to be like that.
June watched and complied as he did the same with her other shoe. He sniffed to his heart’s content, not even stopping when his eyes watered. After which, he let the sneakers tumble to the floor and got to work on her socks.
Her socks were drenched in sweat. They were very difficult to remove, requiring Richard to practically peel them from her skin. Once one was removed, he looked at his beautiful partner. This beautiful, nearly amazonian goddess lying on his bed. She was so utterly clueless to her beauty. To the power she held. He needed her. He needed to keep her. She needed to be his. He opened his mouth and stuffed her sock inside.
A world of pungent, tangy flavor assaulted his taste buds. His head fell forward and he spread her toes. His nose fit snugly between them and he huffed. All the while he sucked desperately on her sock, drinking her sweat from the soggy thing. Not even he had expected himself to go this far.
“Richard, what are you doing!?” June couldn’t hide her shock this time. Of all the strange things she had learned today, this was by far the most outlandish one yet. There was no way this was normal, or an attractive part of her body. Her sock was gross and soggy and filthy.
Richard made no response. Instead, he continued to suck like a greedy animal until every ounce of sweat was cleaned from the cloth. When he had had enough, he let it fall from his mouth and got to work on her toes.
While Richard slurped and sucked and sniffed like a dog, June was finally regaining her ability to properly breathe. Now her greatest issue was the way his tongue was starting to tickle her. She bit her finger again, though it wasn’t because of nerves this time. She was simply trying not to laugh or reflexively kick. This became most difficult when his tongue began working its way around her sole. She finally broke and laughed and he pulled away.
“Tickles!” She said.
Richard smiled a warmer smile than he ever had. A smile of love, and went back to it. Once his tongue reached her heel the tickling stopped and she relaxed again. There was little to experience at this end of her foot, so he quickly made his way back up to her toes. Here he made one more pass, slurping up each toe, sucking them clean. After this, he had a whole nother foot to explore.
Her other foot was worshiped in much the same fashion as before, only June was more prepared this time. Though, she had to admit that it didn’t feel particularly amazing. It tickled more than anything, and when it didn’t tickle it just felt weird. She could tell Richard was enjoying it though, so she didn’t say anything.
When he finally pulled away, he caught his breath and collected himself. Her flavor was cemented on his tongue, her scent in his nose. She was looking down at him, eyes still wide but more confused than shocked by this point. He smiled and sighed before rising to his feet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“And that is the second spot. Not all men will be as into this as I am, but it’s basically a superpower in the eyes of those who are. That being your scents and lack of perfume, yada yada. Main thing is that you have to get comfortable with it, which is kind of exactly why I’m here.”
“And to teach me, uh, sex stuff.”
“Yep, that too. They tend to go hand-in-hand, for the most part.” Richard sat next to June and ran a hand through her hair as she rose. “Now, this next part is going to be really intense. You won’t expect it, you’ll be shocked like you were with your feet. Maybe even more so, but this is by far the most attractive part of your body, for me at least. And I want to teach you how to use it. Again, this will be a superpower once you get used to it. Any guy lucky enough to be with you will never want to leave once you master this.” Richard assured her.
“Didn’t you say it was my butt?”
“I’m glad to know you were paying attention.”
“Are you going to sniff my butt?”
Richard’s cock pulsed to life once again. She sounded so innocent. “Yeah, for starters. But there’s so much more you’re going to learn about that your butt can do.”
Once again, June found herself uncomfortable. It was becoming a familiar feeling now and that meant it wasn’t as strong. She nodded in agreement. These nerves would settle once again like they always did. Even as Richard began helping her onto her hands and knees she complied. She pushed the thoughts of how or what she smelled like down there to the wayside. Those thoughts were from the version of her that didn’t know the power her smells had, but now she did. Yeah, that sounded good.
Richard took in the sight before him. June, in all her glory, on her hands and knees atop his bed. She was a lovely, gorgeous woman, but no part of her could compare to her butt. He could always tell from afar, but now that it was up close it became even more clear. Her ass was the fattest part of her body. Her ass and thighs. Meaty and weighty, both of them. Where the rest of her body was firm and lean, these were softer and malleable. He squeezed her thighs, just under her jean shorts, before rubbing upward. There was certainly still muscle underneath, though.
“I’m very eager to teach you what your butt is capable of. As I’ve said, it’s my favorite part.” Richard reached into her waistband and began to tug. His fingers found her underwear as well. Unsurprisingly, they appeared to be briefs.
June’s heart raced anew. This was more than letting him touch her armpits or her feet or use her mouth. This was her most private part. Her butt and her vagina below it. Even though it seemed that this man would have no interest in her vagina, her butt was even more private. But she didn’t resist. It wasn’t that kind of anxiety. It was more akin to excitement. She was a good student, she behaved. The cool air felt soothing, flowing over her cheeks as her flesh was revealed. The room was air conditioned, and the sensation almost made her coo. Especially when the breeze traveled over her crack. A chill ran up her spine.
On the other end of the spectrum, Richard was relishing in the rush of heat that washed over his face when her pants were pulled down. That, and the perfect view of June’s ass. No marks, no blemishes, just two mounds of meat. Delicious meat. Musky meat. But what excited him the most, of course, was what lied between those mounds.
That rush of air felt even better when her cheeks were forcefully parted. This was true for the both of them, even if June blushed heavily. She was glad he couldn’t see her face right now. But the mere thought that this man was staring right at her butthole almost made her want to curl up into a ball. It was so embarrassing. The rush of emotions made her squirm, her body and mind at odds. She knew it was okay, that this was good and she was learning, and in that regard she was eager. But her body almost had a will of its own and made her want to hide herself.
Richard was completely oblivious to this. In a world of his own. The heat and the stench washed over him. It was like nothing he had experienced before. His ex wife had never let him near her ass, no matter how much he asked and tried to get her to compromise. It was a dream come true, and a way to finally sate his needs.
First he just sat there basking in it. Letting the heat and pungent, heavy scent waft to him naturally. It was so bitter, earthy, different to any of her other smells. And it was very much his favorite. Her asshole glistened in the light, shining in sweat and musk. The valley of her cheeks was no different, though the allure wasn’t as strong as her asshole. It was dark, brown around the ring and pink in the center. Of course, even her asshole was perfectly shaped. Round and thick. It would have felt wonderful around his nose.
June had known this was coming, but she still winced when it happened. She felt his nose plant itself right over her asshole. She could feel as her sweat swapped from her asshole to his nose, and the strangely relieving rush of cool air as he inhaled. He groaned and she blushed harder. It was clear how much he was enjoying this, and unlike with the blowjob, June didn’t feel entirely proud of it. He was getting off on her stink. The concept was still so foreign to her. Even though she knew it was supposed to be good, she just couldn’t fully wrap her head around it. So strange and outlandish. It made her wonder just how common such a thing was in the real world.
Richard could no longer contain himself. He felt as though he had safely passed the point where June could be too freaked out to continue, and so he indulged. Her hot, powerful musk flooded his nose. It was pungent and bitter, spicy and heavy. It was more comparable to her armpit smell than her foot smell, but far heavier. These scents had marinated here all day, stuffed between her ass cheeks as she exerted herself. Running, jumping, kicking, falling. All of her hard work had provided him with this bountiful gift.
Somewhat surprisingly, there was no hair around her asshole. Only when his explorative finger found her pussy did he find any hair. She had a bush around her cunt, but nothing around her ass. And she said she wasn’t girly. He laughed to himself, making her cheeks vibrate.
“June…” Richard panted, pulling himself from her ass only for oxygen, “this is amazing. It’s the best I’ve ever smelled. Do you see? Do you see the power that your smells can have when you find the right person?”
June forced herself to turn her head and face him before nodding. “Yeah…” she mewled.
“There’s nothing better than it, June. Nothing at all,” and he dove back down.
Only when he was younger had he ever been able to explore this side of himself. Once he met his ex wife, all of that stopped. Right now, this was liberating, like he was young again. His tongue snaked free and ground itself against June’s winking sphincter. The taste was incredibly spicy. Raw. He could feel every little ridge of her stimulated asshole. It seemed so shy, winking with every lick. The thing was adorable.
June felt tingly again. This time it was far stronger than before and she began to wonder if she should let Richard know and make sure it was okay. It was difficult to speak over him, slurping and moaning and sniffing, and just as difficult to speak over her own embarrassment.
“Mr… Richard?”
No response.
“Richard.” She spoke louder.
“Richard!”
Finally, Richard’s head lifted up, covered in ass sweat and musk. “Yes?” He pushed himself onto the bed and turned to his side to lay backwards on the bed, his head near June’s.
She could smell her own musk from his face and she turned her head. “I feel weird.”
Richard turned his head and looked at her. “How do you mean?”
“Like… tingly.”
“Down there?” Richard pointed with his eyes to her pussy.
“Yeah.”
Richard smiled and chuckled. “That’s good! That’s normal. I mean, are you trying to tell me you’ve never masturbated?”
June shook her head. She knew what masturbation was but no, she had never felt the need to try it out.
“Bet you’re feeling the urge to do it now, aren’t you?”
June nodded. “Mhm. Is this how you feel?”
“Yes, it is. Whenever I’m around such smells, or such beautiful women.” This was the first time Richard had been so forward. Initially he wanted to avoid saying such things to her, as to not freak her out, but he couldn’t stop himself anymore. It was beginning to dawn on him that this was not going to be enough. One session with her would not be enough, and there was no one else like her.
June blushed and smiled. She was still shy to compliments, especially from someone like Richard. Mature and smart and caring. Unlike all the other men she knew. At least, the men in her age group. “You’re.. handsome too.”
Richard rose, lightly slapping the bed as he moved. “Alright, rest is over! Time to learn the big stuff.”
“You want me to get up?”
“Yep, stand up!” Richard glanced over to the window. He could still hear the partiers laughing and splashing in the pool. They had no idea.
“What are you going to teach me?” June kicked her shorts and underwear from around her ankles and rose. She had an inkling as to what he was going to say, but wanted to hear it from him.
“Have you heard of anal sex?”
“Is that when the penis goes in my butt?”
Richard nodded. “You catch on quick.”
Naturally, June had her reservations. “Okay, but doesn’t that hurt?”
Richard nodded, “yeah, it’ll hurt at first. It’s something you have to get used to, like deep blowjobs. But vaginal sex hurts too the first time. Anal sex might take longer to get used to, but it can be just as pleasurable if not more so than vaginal sex, for both of us. Definitely me, but I’m excited to see how you handle it.”
June nodded. “Okay, that makes sense.” It didn’t make sense. She just wanted to seem like she wasn’t as nervous as she was. It seemed to work, at least a little bit.
“We can do this however you want at first. Do you want to bend over the bed, lean against the wall, try it standing?”
“I thought people had sex lying down.”
“They do, but there are way more positions than just that. Pick one to start with, I’m sure we’ll explore a few.””
“Hmm, bending over sounds the simplest.”
“That it is.”
June stepped over to the side of the bed Richard was facing and fiddled with her tank top. “Should this still be on?”
“Feel free to take it off.” Richard stepped back a few paces and watched.
There was nothing outright sexy or provocative about the way June took her sticky tank top off, but if you asked Richard, it was the sexiest strip show he had ever seen. She lifted it over her head and tossed it to the floor with her shorts. Her body glistened in the light. Dried sweat met new droplets caused by her nerves. The woman looked so cute standing there, arms trying to decide between covering herself or not. She settled on not.
June’s body was firm and toned. Her abs were apparent, even if they weren’t a full on six pack. She wasn’t a bodybuilder, she was an athlete. A firm stomach, small breasts, lightly toned arms and legs. Richard was practically salivating. He raised his hand and twirled his finger, prompting June to turn around.
“Hands on the bed.”
June leaned over the bed and rested her hands on it. Her digits sank into the soft cushion and Richard’s hands did much the same to her ass. Her cheeks were parted once again and one of his hands disappeared from her rear. She knew what was coming and managed to keep still as the head of his dick found her butthole.
The sight of his glans flattening itself against her sphincter took his breath away. At first it came out as a whisper, and he had to repeat himself when he said, “push back against me.”
June pushed back with her thighs and body, literally pushing against him. Richard chuckled.
“No, I mean with your butthole. Like… you know.”
“Oh.” June strained and pushed with her butt. The prodding at her backdoor didn’t become any easier to comprehend but it certainly made it easier to get inside.
She gasped and hissed when his glans popped into her butthole. Her ring was stretched in a familiar way, only it wasn’t nearly as comfortable. Much like everything else, it was a strange and alien thing. And it certainly did hurt, at least a little bit.
“It’s in?” She asked.
“Yeah, the hardest part is over.” Richard’s voice was a groan. He removed his hand from the base of his cock and placed it on her vacant cheek. “You’re doing great.”
Gently groping and squeezing the flesh, he began pushing again. Even as his mind was racing and body overwhelmed by pleasure, he tried to remain a teacher. “Normally… we’d need something called lubricant for this to work. It makes things slippery so that this hole is easier to penetrate. Thankfully, your butthole was already slick from the sweat and my tongue, and my cock from your spit.” It was painfully difficult to remain composed.
June hummed in understanding. She was too perturbed to actually speak. All she did was push back with her butthole as she was told. The tingling had subsided once he forced his way inside and the pain began, but she hoped it would come back before long. She knew that would make him happy. But right now, as Richard pressed more of his thick length inside, all June felt was discomfort.
Richard, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. The constricting asshole sent sparks of pleasure through his dick and lower spine. It was so powerful that his fingers began to dig into June’s flesh with such a force that they went white. He grit his teeth and groaned.
“Yeah, June, it’s wonderful. I know… I know it’s probably uncomfortable for you, but it won’t be forever. Just let yourself get used to it.” Richard bucked for the first time and grunted.
This buck sent another pulse of pain through June, in stark contrast to Richard’s pleasure. But she simply gritted her teeth and grunted. The pain wasn’t the worst part, not to her. She was mostly just annoyed that there was pain. To her, the worst part was that she wasn’t adjusting to it as quickly as she wanted and that it was likely hampering Richard’s experience. And so, in defiance of her own feelings, she pushed back with her hips and swallowed up several more inches of his length. She hissed loudly and groaned, but the sounds that escaped Richard made it all worth it.
“June…” Richard’s voice was a whisper, “fuck.”
That made June smile and somehow the pain suddenly less prevalent. As if knowing how good it made him feel made it more bearable. She pushed back again, this time in tune with Richard’s thrust. He grunted again and muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t quite hear. After her third backwards thrust, the tingling returned.
It grew slowly as Richard fucked her. The tingling started in her butt, then traveled down to her pussy, which was where it had been earlier.
“I’m tingly again…”
“Good, that’s very good. Let it happen, embrace it.” After a few more thrusts, Richard continued, “It’s hard for me to control myself. I wanted to ease you into this, but it just feels too good. I’m going to be a bit more forceful, but just know that you’re making me so, so happy.”
June nodded rapidly, but spoke just to ensure that he knew she was okay with it. “Okay, go ahead.”
The pain returned immediately. But June didn’t voice her discomfort. She knew she could handle it. She handled pain before, plenty of times. It was just that this particular type of pain was foreign to her. After a shocking and sharp thrust – one that lodged nearly the entirety of Richard’s dick in her ass – she contemplated asking him to stop. Instead she lowered her head and upper body, sinking into the bed.
“Yeah, bite the blanket or something. Or just let it out. Groan and moan to your heart’s content. There’s no one inside, they’re all at the pool.”
June grunted but didn’t do as he said. She clenched the blanket with her fists, her knuckles white. She wanted to speak but she couldn’t. His thrusts were becoming too hard, too powerful. She felt his groin hit her ass cheeks, signaling that he had gone as deep as he could.
This whole time, he had been making short little pumps, but now that he’d fully hilted himself inside of her, he began to really go to town. He would pull out several inches at a time before shoving himself back in. With each movement he could feel her insides clinging to him and milking him. He was inside of June. He was inside of her ass. Her guts. His dick was filling out her guts. That made him pause, balls deep inside of her. He focused on the way everything felt inside of her. Sticky and piping hot. His dick’s new home, for now, inside of June’s bowels. He flexed his member a few times, just to feel the way her bowels contorted to accommodate him. There was another splash from outside and he began to thrust again.
The bed began to shake gently. It was subtle, but the blankets rippled and Richard could feel it whenever he planted himself inside of June’s ass. His thrusts became longer, accommodating nearly his full length now. It was obvious that June was uncomfortable, given her near complete silence The only noises that escaped her were little grunts and whimpers. Richard knew he should have cared, but he just couldn’t, not at that moment. He was living the dream and he wasn’t going to let her stop him.
June’s eyes were clamped shut, her fists hurt from the squeezing. But that tingling was there. At this rate, it only added to her discomfort. She found it hard to keep from crying. And Richard’s pumps just grew more and more forceful. A cry escaped her as he pushed her forward onto the bed and climbed atop her. Her thighs were under her body now, much like the position she was in when he tasted her. Only now he pounded into her, causing a rush of feelings.
It took her a long time to finally realize this, but the pain was actually dissipating. The tingling grew stronger. Perhaps her butt was numb now, or at least getting there. Her fists were still clutching the blankets, but not as strongly. It was in response to her pleasure now, instead of pain. Though the ache was still there, the tingling was far stronger than it now. It reached further as well, up her spine and fully enveloped her hips.
“Rich… Richard.” Her voice was a moan, but she could finally speak again.
“Are you getting close?” His body enveloped hers.
She could feel his breath on her neck. She nodded and squealed, “yes.”
Richard’s breathing grew more intense and he fucked her harder. June clenched her eyes shut again. Everything was so intense. In a rush, she saw stars and for a moment she thought she was on fire. One hand darted up to cover her mouth as she wailed. It was uncontrollable.
Richard pulled out of her abruptly, standing back and watching her convulse. Her legs kicked and her free hand clawed at the bed. He smiled, hard cock standing proudly as he watched. Her asshole convulsed as well, gaping in one moment and winking shut in the next. Back and forth, her sphincter numbed by his dick.
She was left alone to convulse on the bed for some unknowable amount of time. Everything was a blur to her at this moment. She could only moan, clench the blanket and cum. It was unlike anything she had felt before, utterly captivating. Even when it was finally over and she was allowed to lie there, panting fiercely on her side, little convulsions rocked her lower body. Little spasms and waves of pleasure.
Richard couldn’t help himself. Her orgasm seemed to have subsided so he moved in. He turned his head to line it up with her ass crack, and eagerly licked her gaping hole. He tasted her insides, groaning at the powerful flavor. June simply laid there and let it happen. It was far more comfortable than anal sex, even if she saw it differently after her orgasm.
There was new sweat to be found. He lapped it up like a hungry dog. His tongue snaked up and down her ass crack, from her tailbone to her taint as she lied there and took it. She was such a good girl. His hands caressed her ass, gently squeezing as if giving her a pseudo massage.
When he did finally pull away, he sighed. “June? You still with me?”
June nodded and hummed confirmation.
“How was it?”
“It was…” how could she even put it into words? “It was overwhelming. I don’t know how to explain it.” She felt so sleepy now.
Richard smiled, “yeah, that’s about right. I know it was your first time and you’re probably tired, but it’s my turn to finish, okay?” He traced a finger along her thigh.
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
Richard rose to his feet. Heart racing. Another splash outside. He grabbed her ankle and tugged her to the edge of the bed. She laughed. He pulled her up to her feet backwards. They didn’t work well, like jelly. That was fine, he could hold her up.
He carried her awkwardly to the window. June’s eyes widened in shock as she saw her friends and she began wrestling with his arms. “Hey! What are you doing!?”
“They can’t see you, remember. One-way glass.” Richard pressed her against it and entered her again.
“But why…?”
Richard didn’t answer, he simply began to fuck her. His hips slapped against her ass and she let out little moans again. Grunts and whimpers. He looked over her shoulder, down to the pool below, and saw all of her friends. He knew that was where she was looking too.
Soon he spotted Henry, diving into the pool. When he resurfaced, Richard hit the glass. Henry looked up. Though he could see nothing, he was looking directly at them. His father’s dick was buried balls-deep in his childhood friend’s asshole. The silly boy had no idea what he was missing out on. Richard shook his head and chuckled. He looked at June and saw that her eyes were shut. He buried his head into her neck and spoke.
“Open your eyes.” He demanded.
June shook her head.
“He can’t see you, stop worrying, just look.” He fucked her harder.
June whimpered and opened her eyes. All of her friends were there, several stories below, in and around the pool. None of them were looking up at her, but it did nothing to give her comfort. She suddenly felt so much shame.
“He has no idea what he’s missing. Henry.” Richard leaned back and squeezed her ass with both hands. He spread her cheeks and watched her butthole swallow him up over and over. “This ass. Your perfect body. Perfect. June, you’re perfect.”
June didn’t respond. The tingling was coming again.
“You gonna cum again? Do it, right on the glass. Cover them with it, with your honey. I’m gonna cum too, right in your asshole.” He grunted, hastening his thrusts.
A whimper escaped her. Her legs began to squirm, rubbing against the glass and making noise. One of her friends looked up, she couldn’t tell who through her blurry vision. It was happening again. More friends were looking up. She was making too much noise. She had to stop moving against the glass.
They came together. Richard with a roar and June with a cry. Everyone was looking up at the window. As June’s bowels were flooded, Henry left the pool and headed inside.
She cried in bliss, overwhelmed yet again. Richard held her tightly to his chest, his hips quivering and gyrating as if trying to cement his dick in her asshole. His orgasm subsided sooner than hers. She was still quivering and moaning when he carried her to the bed. He laid her on her back.
“June?”
“June?” He ran a hand over her face.
She looked at him.
“I don’t think your legs are going to be working for a while. At least for a few hours, not after two orgasms like that. Especially for your first time.”
June hummed. She couldn’t really think at the moment, but she managed to comprehend his words.
“You can stay here if you want, just go to sleep in my bed. Would you like that?”
June nodded.
“Good. I’ll make you breakfast first thing in the morning. You deserve a treat for being so good.” He climbed over her and collapsed beside her. There was plenty of space on the bed, but he made sure to stay close to her.
“Thank you…” June sounded drunk.
“Of course, darling.” Richard ran a hand through her hair. Her face was so beautiful. A strong jaw, blue eyes, filled lips. He desperately wanted to kiss her. But that would have been too far.
A knock at the door jarred Richard from his thoughts.
“Dad? Are you okay?”
“Oh! You heard that? I’m sorry. I don’t really want to talk about it but let’s just say it’s been too long since I worked out.”
“Oh,” Henry snorted.
“Nearly fell through the glass doing…”
“It’s okay, I just thought you fell or something.”
“Well I did, but I’m not too old as to break a hip from something like that, okay? Only forty-seven.”
“Alright,” Henry laughed. “I’m headed back down again. But you’re okay? Nothing hurt?”
Richard looked at June. She was asleep now. “Yes, Henry. I’m fine.”
“Perfectly fine.”
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Title: (Commission) Universe's Best Dad
Chapter title: Universes-Best-Dad
Story Description:
Instead of outright killing Ethan, Mother Miranda comes to him with an offer he can't refuse: give her a new daughter, and she'll return Rose in one piece, as if nothing had happened.
Games: Resident EvilxSp♂♀
Story Content:
Mold surrounded him. Tendrils of the stuff, all writhing in a circle around him. But by this point, he was used to this kind of shit. And quite fed up with it, to be perfectly honest. Ethan Winters had a toxic relationship with mold, and a very one-sided one at that. And so, when the woman appeared, rounding a tentacle from the other side, he’d expected a fight, but he hadn’t expected it to be Mother Miranda herself.
He recognized her from the paintings, the photographs, the files. Everything he’d read. She was the cause of all of this. She had his daughter chopped up into pieces and placed in those flasks. He’d just gotten the last one. All he had to do was take them back to the altar in the village. But she stood in his way, and he knew it wasn’t going to be an easy fight. But he also knew he wasn’t going to lose. He couldn’t lose. He simply refused to. Not after coming this far. Not for his little Rose, not for his wife.
“Ethan Winters.”
“What the hell do you want?” His words were aggressive. They revealed his frustration, but kept his anxiety hidden.
“You’re so close now. But you’d be a fool to think I’d just sit idly by while you took my child from me.”
“Rose is my fucking kid! Not yours, you crazy bitch. And I’m done talking.”
With that, Ethan raised his pistol and fired until it clicked empty. Miranda staggered backwards, clutching her chest. Her shoulders were littered with holes, even her neck. For a moment, they began to bleed. Black ooze, liquid mold. But then she looked up at him, smiled, and the holes sealed up. The bullets popped out of her skin one by one and fell to the ground. She hummed as it happened and sighed when it was over.
Ethan was almost too stunned to begin to reload, and he was too slow once he started. More mold vines darted from the ground. His pistol was knocked from his hand. They wrapped around each of his wrists. He cursed again and wrestled with them, but he doubted even Chris would have been strong enough to break free, that boulder-punching asshole. He was the one that got him into his mess. But now he knew the truth.
Even though he was trapped, helpless, he looked at Miranda with as much hatred as he had when he held his gun. Nothing had really changed. He was willing to die for Rose, and for his wife. Now that he knew that she may have still been alive, his resolve had only grown.
“You didn’t let me finish.” Miranda said. She sauntered up to him with slow, confident steps. Her hips swayed dramatically from side to side. Ethan couldn’t stop himself from staring.
Now matter how evil, how twisted, Miranda was a gorgeous woman. That was an undeniable fact. From her pale skin, her blemishless face, piercing gaze, to her gorgeous head of black hair. She wore a golden helmet that arched and formed a sort of crown over her head. The arches reached to her neckpiece, which covered her shoulders and reached down to her collarbones, forming a circle with the symbol of the Mutamycete at its center. Her mask looked similar to those you’d see at a masquerade, with soft, golden strands dangling below and obfuscating her plump lips. The mask ended in a long, beaklike nose that arched downward past her chin.
Accentuating the gold of her mask, her dress was as black as pitch. Thick and aged cloth, accentuated too by the holy white shawl draped over the neckpiece and down her chest. The dress covered her but hugged her form quite tightly. Enough to tease her curves. Especially her hips, emphasized by the way she swayed them when she approached him.
Ethan swallowed nervously. “Yeah? What more do you have to say? It won’t change anything.”
“You can have your little Rose.”
Suddenly stunned, Ethan was lost for words. Eventually, he managed to stammer out a “w-what?”
“I said you can have your Rose, Ethan. On one condition.”
“I should’ve known. What is it?” Ethan tried to maintain his composure, but Miranda hadn’t stopped approaching him. She was closer than an arm’s length away now, and though her steps had grown slower and stride smaller, she was still coming closer.
She didn’t stop until he could feel her breath on his face, then took one step forward. Their mouths were nearly touching. Ethan tried to turn his head away but it was forced back by a mold vine.
“I will give you Rose back; I’ll even make her whole again. But that’s only because, Ethan…” She reached down and gentle caressed his crotch with her palm. She found his member through his pants and he stiffened up, in more ways than one.
“H-hey! What the hell?”
“You know, there was something I learned through my time with you, Ethan. When I was your wife.” As she finished her sentence, her face shifted completely. The mask vanished, her hair, the crown, it all transformed into the face that Ethan knew like none other. The face of his wife, of Mia. But she quickly shifted back to her true form. “All those times I let you claim my body, and you were none the wiser. Or maybe you just didn’t want it to stop.”
Ethan opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. “I learned something. I didn’t believe it at first, you see, but now I know. If only once, we had sex with the lights off, or I stopped caring. All it took was one time, where I was in my true form, not hidden away as Mia, it could have happened. You could have given me my baby back. I could feel it; you’re special, Ethan. You don’t know it yet, and you may never know the whole truth, but I can sense it. Now, don’t you get it?”
Ethan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was insane, a lie, it had to be. There was no way all she needed was for him to fuck her. And it wasn’t like he’d actually do it. No matter how beautiful she was.
But what if she meant it? What if this allowed him to bring Rose home, whole. Mia too. What if they could both make it out of this if he did what she asked? He didn’t know if that was his head or his cock speaking. Maybe both. He couldn’t deny that it felt good when she touched him. How much stress he’d been through.
“Yes, even Mia.” She knew what he was thinking. It was plain as day. And when she saw the strain on his face, she pushed her body against his. He grunted and pursed his lips tightly. But she felt him pulse against her. She felt his arousal. “Don’t deny your body its needs. Don’t deny Rose or Mia their freedom, just because you’re a prude. Mia will understand. Unless you’re a fool and would rather lose them both instead of indulging in my love.”
Ethan hated her. She was beautiful, but he hated her. He needed to free his family. He wanted that more than anything, and so he was willing to do anything. But this. How was he supposed to do something like this? He scowled at her, and it seemed that she took that as a cue to sink to her knees. His eyes widened as he watched her go down.
He knew what was coming. Though he wasn’t as eager, his cock pulsed in anticipation. Blood rushed to his manhood. The thought of her lips around his shaft taunted him. He reared his head back and groaned, trying to push the thoughts away. But the thoughts would soon become reality anyway.
Mother Miranda sank to her knees, eyes glued to his all the way down. He couldn’t look away. Once she reached her knees and found herself perfectly level with his groin, she finally looked away. Her hands had moved to either side of his hips, but now they slipped away from him entirely.
“Let me give you something first, to ease your mind.”
Ethan tensed up, expecting to feel them tease his cock again, but they didn’t touch him at all. His pants were suddenly ripped away. Vines sprouting from everywhere. They stripped him of his shirt, his pants, his underwear. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
But did he really want to stop it? He didn’t know anymore. He struggled against the vines that held him as if to fight them off, but it felt like an act. If anything, he had to do this for them. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it too. No. She shook those thoughts from his head. As soon as her palm found his bare manhood, they returned in full.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ethan muttered. The overconfident aggression in his voice had faded, now nothing more than a faint semblance of it remained.
Miranda didn’t respond. She just shook her head, as if he were an idiot or something. But he knew what she was doing, he just couldn’t believe it. He furrowed his brow when she gave his member a little squeeze. His manhood pulsed with need, begging him to just give in.
“Hmm, what’s this?” Miranda asked. She took a deep breath, bringing her nose to his shaft. She pressed against it and inhaled once more. “Oh, Ethan, you dog! It seems I’m not the first you’ve struck a deal with by means of… Well, you know.” One more breath, then she sighed. “I’d know the scent of Miss Donna Beneviento anywhere.” She chuckled, then stopped beating around the bush.
Ethan thought back to his time with Donna. He hadn’t wanted to kill her, and that was the only-
His thought process was suddenly yanked back to reality when felt the wet warmth envelop the head of his cock. With a hiss, he tried to pull his hips away. But in the end, he just ended up rearing back and bucking forward into her mouth. She moaned at that, and her moan brought forth a wave of rippling pleasure along his shaft. All the way to the base, it vibrated. What was he supposed to do?
Through gritted teeth, he did his best to bear it. He couldn’t help but look down at her as she began to bob her head in earnest. Her eyes were glued to his again, a piercing darkness through her mask. His eyes fell to her lips. Plump and eager, stretching to cling to his shaft as she pulled back, and sinking around it as she pushed forward. A subtle trail of glistening spit was left in her wake every time she receded.
Ethan moaned. It happened. And there was nothing he could do to take it back. In response, Miranda bobbed her head harder. Took him deeper. Soon, only an inch or two of his shaft was left untouched.
Miranda pulled back for a moment. Her mouth separated from his cock with a wet pop. “I’ve always been impressed by your manhood Ethan. The heat, the length, everything about it is impressive. If only it were attached to someone less…boring.”
Ethan wanted to spit back a retort, but she was always swallowing his length again. Pleasure overwhelmed him once more. He pulsed in her mouth, a promise of what was to come. She took him all the way to the base, and he felt his glans and a few inches of his shaft slip into her throat. He moaned again and instinctually bucked forward into her mouth. Then he felt something strange. Like a rippling around his cock.
He looked down and watched as Miranda finished transforming into Mia, his wife. This should have enraged him, but it didn’t. Instead it made him moan harder. He bucked again. He wasn’t going to last much longer. This was too much. And all it took to send him over the edge was a deep moan from Miranda, under the guise of his beloved wife.
With a groan, he began to unload.
Like a trained whore, Miranda didn’t gag as he burst in her throat. She pulled back to let it hit her tongue, then swallowed it down with the next load. After that, she pulled back and slapped his throbbing cock against her cheek, forcing him to unload there. He painted her features, eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.
His mouth was agape, a soundless gasp escaping him. She slowly began to transform back into her real form. The soft, lovely features of his wife transforming into the sharper, more exotic appearance of Mother Miranda. It was a sight to behold. Then he clenched his teeth together once more and groaned again.
Miranda let him finish on her face. She closed one eye to let his cum spill over her eyelid, weighing down her eyelashes. Between heavy blinks, he watched her. Completely unable to look away. Once he was finally finished, she sighed and rose to her feet once more.
“Now that you’ve gotten a taste, I’m sure you’ll agree for more. To my deal, for your Rose, your Mia. Is your prudence so strong that you’ll sacrifice them to keep it? Who am I kidding, of course you won’t. Donna is already evidence of that.” As she spoke, she spread his cum around her face, her neck, even the exposed portion of her chest.
Ethan bit his tongue, but mostly he just felt ashamed. Donna was merciful. This wasn’t. This was blackmail. And yet, he had no choice. Did he really want to risk the lives of his family, just to potentially (and likely) die to Miranda in a fight? No, he didn’t. And he couldn’t look away from the display she was putting on anyway. His body decided what it wanted long ago. Now he was just playing catchup.
She drank in the recognition on his face. He knew there was no other way. And so, she giggled and closed the distance between them once more. She pressed her lips against his, forcing him into a kiss. He gave in to it, melting in her embrace. He opened his mouth and their tongues wrestled for a time. Ethan was aggressive, unleashing his frustrations with his tongue. To Miranda, he was just being playful.
“Well, shall we continue?”
Miranda took a few steps back, allowing him to drink in her full form once more, before raising her hand and snapping her fingers. The vines let go of Ethan. They shrank back into the earth and vanished.
For a moment, Ethan felt the urge to do something. To act out, run, reload, anything. But that would have been stupid. He looked at her. Her arms were outstretched, relaxed, she held herself out as an invitation.
“What are you waiting for? Undress me at your leisure. If you need, I can become Mia.”
“No, you’ll never be Mia.” Ethan retorted. He approached her nonetheless and did as she told him.
Her headpiece was the first to go. He lifted it over her head, leaving nothing but the black dress and holy shawl. Once the headpiece that held it in place was removed, Miranda’s hair flowed down around her shoulders. He was shocked to see just how long it actually was. Almost like it had a mind of its own. It hugged her frame in all the right ways. He didn’t let himself get distracted for long, though.
Next came her dress. More of a gown now that he got a good look at it. The shawl came with it. She lowered her arms as he tugged, and the thick gown fell to her ankles. All was laid bare then. All except her most private places. Her pale skin was utterly spotless. A firm but supple tummy, motherly hips. Ethan’s breath shuddered.
He tried to make it seem like he was unenthused when he undid the back of her bra, but once her breasts were revealed, he could no longer hide his feelings.
“Oh, find something you like, did you?”
Ethan didn’t respond with more than a blush. Her breasts were perfectly round, with just enough sag to prove that they were in fact real. They captured his gaze for far longer than he would have liked.
“You’re forgetting something, dear. You can enjoy my breasts later.”
He shook his head. Partly in disbelief that he was letting her say these things, but also to pull himself away from her breasts. He sank to his knees. One last piece of clothing to remove, and it was the one he dreaded the most. Anxiety coiled in his gut, but he pushed it back. He was doing this for his family. Just like Donna. It didn’t have to be different. Only that Miranda was the reason they were all in this horrible nightmare.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. It was a lacy black pair of panties. Her camel toe was visible, proclaiming her arousal. Ethan swallowed, then began to pull. The fabric clung to her pussy lips for a moment, the wetness having soaked through. As he watched it finally give way, Ethan’s mouth went dry. Once past her thighs, her panties fell to the ground. She stepped out of them and generously spread her legs a bit, offering Ethan an unfettered view of her womanhood.
Completely hairless. Not even a hint of stubble or anything like that. Nothing but pale, perfect flesh surrounding her mound. The mound itself was slightly lighter than the rest of her flesh, and the brightest pink was hidden between them. She’d looked like she’d never even been a mother. Must have been the power of the Mutamycete that she kept raving about. No matter the case, he couldn’t deny her beaty. In every sense of the word.
“Don’t deny it, Ethan. There’s no shame in it. Here, your last present.” With that, she turned around and showed him her ass.
Thick, bubbly, her ass was unreal. It shouldn’t have been possible. Two perfect half-globes of meat. Only the faintest crease where her ass folded over her thighs. After staring, drinking in the full thing, he finally realized that he’d stopped breathing.
“Here, how about a proper introduction?”
Suddenly, Miranda stepped backward and at the same time, a vine shoved Ethan’s face forward. In the blink of an eye, the vine sandwiched his face between her thick ass cheeks. He shouted in surprise, but the sound was swallowed up in the valley of meat he found himself stuffed between. He breathed in and was met with the natural smell of her ass. Of course it was perfectly clean, earthy with a hint of lavender. Almost exactly how one would imagine Mother Miranda smelling.
“Eat up, boy. I satisfied you, now you satisfy me. Wouldn’t you say that’s fair? Not to mention, it’s good to get things prepared.”
Ethan did as she commanded, but not because he wanted to. At least, that was what he told himself. The truth was that he just didn’t know anymore. He ran his tongue around the taut rim of her asshole, running gently over the ridges of muscle. It winked in response, as if kissing him back. He couldn’t deny that it tasted good. That this was an enjoyable experience. Or, it would have been in another context. He remembered doing this with Mia, but in his current state he couldn’t remember if it had ever been with Mia at all.
Miranda hummed contentedly. “You’re doing a good job, boy. Much practice with Mia?” Like she was reading his mind.
Still, he ignored her and focused on the task at hand. Eating out her plump rear. He licked over her hole again and again, waiting for her to tell him it was enough. But the more he did it, the more he forgot about that. Slowly but surely, he found himself eating her ass of his own volition. Enjoying himself more than anything else anymore.
“Grab it. Touch it, if you’d like.”
And he did. He reached up with both hands and grabbed each cheek. After giving them a squeeze, he pulled them apart and rubbed his face between them as he licked the valley of her ass. But then he returned to her hole. He caught himself, cursing at his stupidity and lack of control. He used his lips on her asshole now. Gently sucking on it, pressing his tongue against its core. Now he was just doing what he thought would pleasure her the most.
“Mmh, you know just how I like it, don’t you? Have we done this before?” She let him eat her ass for another minute or so, then stepped forward, turned around, and pulled his mouth into her muff.
Ethan had no time to fight back or argue. But he didn’t even know if he would have done that at this point. The moment his lips found her pussy, he felt just how wet she was. She must have really meant her compliments. She was dripping wet, arousal already leaking down to his chin. Thick and heavy with flavor and her unique scent. Again, almost like lavender.
The fact that it tasted so good only served to frustrate him further. Still, his tongue forced her folds apart. A moan escaped her lips, sultry and warm. He bit back the urge to moan back. His cock throbbed, neglected since the blowjob. Which, though it hadn’t been long ago, felt like an eternity. He ignored it for now, focusing on pleasing her so as to get this closer to being over.
Miranda reached down and gently rubbed her fingers through Ethan’s hair. Her nails teased at his scalp, caressing it, and nearly hypnotizing him. He remained dutiful as she hummed and moaned. Her head was upturned, eyes closed. Just enjoying the way it felt.
“You’re an impressive specimen, Ethan.” But she wasn’t going to admit that he was bringing her closer to the edge than she wanted. Instead, she played it off. She pulled away and acted like it was just because she was ready for the next act, in which she turned around and lowered herself down to her hands and knees. She gripped her ass cheek and spread it. “Pound my ass like you did last time.” She demanded.
Hearing her words gave Ethan pause for a time. He immediately thought back to his last time with Mia. Yes, they’d done anal. It was an experiment, more than anything else. He had to work up his courage to ask her and was relieved to see how okay with the idea Mia had been. Or so he’d thought. All along it was just Miranda.
His lip curled up into a scowl. Sure, his cock was hard. It was eager to lodge itself inside of Miranda’s plump behind. But he didn’t kneel behind her because of that. He didn’t press his cock against her asshole because he was horny. No, he did it because he wanted to make her pay, and this was the only way he knew how. A little outlet for his frustrations.
But it did feel good when he pushed himself into her smoldering bowels. Of course it did. Couldn’t deny that.
But that wasn’t the point! As soon as his glans popped into her rear, he bit back a moan. He strained against the imposing tightness of her hole and pushed forward. All the way. Until his hips met her gooey cheeks. Then he pulled back, then thrust again. Harder, faster. He grunted and cursed under his breath. When Miranda chuckled, he picked up the face even further.
Soon his hips clapped against her cheeks. He reached down and squeezed them. Watching the gooey meat balloon around his fingers until his knuckles went white.
“That’s right, Ethan; pound it like a good boy.”
He was playing right into her hand. But he could get rougher. He raised his hand and brought it down hard onto her right ass cheek. All this did was make her moan. He did it again, this time with the left. Back and forth. In and out. Then both hands at the same time. It felt good, but he knew it was just making her enjoy it more.
“Why didn’t you do this last time?” She pushed back against him, throwing his rhythm off. She arched her back low and stretched her arms straight out against the ground as she pushed her ass back into him.
Ethan rose to a squat and gripped her hips. He drove himself into her, pushing with as much force as he could. Her body rocked forward with each impact. She looked back at him, face partially obscured by her raven hair. But he could see her mouth was agape. She was gasping. She let forth another moan, one that contained his name. He froze up briefly at that. Her voice was like silk.
His thrusts grew steadier. That aggression that fueled his earlier movements was beginning to fade. It just felt too good. The constant clenching depths of her ass. The vice-like grip of her sphincter. And the sight of it. Like wobbling Jello, her pale ass took him without struggle. Her sphincter clung to him, stretching whenever he pulled out, and squeezing around him with newfound tightness whenever he pushed in. Finally, they both moaned together.
Ethan’s hands returned to squeeze at her addicting flesh. He caressed her cheeks, then delivered a quick spank. This was almost playful. It just felt good to spank her. He was still pissed, but mostly he was just consumed by pleasure. The constant sensation around his cock. The way her asshole milked him. He wasn’t going to last much longer. But he kept pumping anyway. He spanked her again, hard enough to make his hand sting.
Miranda moaned at that again. Her fingers dug into the earth. This felt too good. She’d been teasing him earlier, but she was genuinely impressed by how he fucked her. He was much tamer in the bedroom. Likely because he thought he was fucking Mia, a soft little housewife. Miranda wasn’t like that. She liked it rough.
And she could tell he was getting close to orgasm. Unfortunately for him, she didn’t know how many rounds he could handle. So she cut to the chase. She’d been teetering on the edge of her own orgasm for some time now. Waiting to let it wash over her. And now she did. Before Ethan got a chance to cum.
Ethan gasped. A sudden constriction around his cock forced him to cease his movements. His orgasm was ready to come bursting. He just had to pump a little more. But Miranda had a different plan for him. As soon as she started cumming, she pulled herself away from him. His cock popped out of her ass, and she twisted around onto her back, collapsed onto the earth, and used a vine to force Ethan down to her.
As soon as his head was within reach, she snatched it up and pressed his lips to her cunt. He shouted in surprise, and Miranda moaned at the sensation. The vibrations that came from his mouth rippled through her folds and into her tunnel, spurring her deeper into her orgasm. Her legs rose up and wrapped around his head. Before he knew it, he was sealed tightly between them, lips firmly pressed into her cunt. And as she came, he swallowed her juices down. There was nothing else for him to do.
The taste was sweet and captivating. Sticky and thick, almost like honey, but the flavor was actually like fruit. Something deep but with that aforementioned sweetness. A flavor he knew only Miranda offered. The evil bitch.
Finally, she unwrapped her legs from around his head and let out a contented sigh. Ethan pulled back, face sticky and dripping with her fluids. He rose to his knees and wiped his mouth. He was about to ask her if she was satisfied, if this was over, but he realized that they hadn’t even started yet. She needed a new daughter, and there was only one way he could give her that. All of this had just amounted to foreplay.
And yet, he didn’t say anything. He kept his mouth shut and collected himself instead of arguing with her. She only ever seemed to enjoy it when he was mad. So he did his best to keep it to himself. She also seemed happy to lie there on her back and rest up as the final waves of bliss washed over her. Her orgasm dissipated. Ethan’s had never come. But he fought back against his urge to finish. Because he shouldn’t have been enjoying this.
“Oh, Ethan.” Miranda laughed heartily, then repeated herself. “Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.”
“What?” He replied.
“Still trying to deny yourself the base pleasures of this experience. Still trying to act like you don’t like it. Well, let me tell you, your body doesn’t lie. And neither does how hard you fucked my ass.”
“I’m not just gonna give in.”
“But your body already has.” A silence followed her words for a time. She let them sink in and gathered herself. Eventually, she broke this silence once more, and at the same time, spread her legs wide. “Now, come, Ethan. Let’s get started. You’ll do as I say, if you want to see your family again.”
Ethan scoffed at her words. She knew exactly what he was thinking. This right here was only the beginning. The rest had just been for her entertainment. He looked at her. Legs spread apart as she lay in the grass. Her pussy glistening and eager to envelop his cock. He throbbed at the sight of it. And there was nothing he could do but give in to his body’s wishes. To fulfil his end of the deal, and hope that she did hers.
He climbed over her, positioning himself between her legs. His hands rested on either side of her head. He held himself up and tried not to let this feel romantic. Though, as he grabbed the base of his shaft and pressed his glans against her entrance, he knew that was impossible.
Miranda let her eyes flutter as he penetrated her. She let out a sharp breath, then looked him in the eye. Her eyelids were half shut, eyes glazed over with lust. As she looked at him this time, she saw someone else entirely. Yes, Ethan reminded her of her late husband. That was it. That was what made her feel this way with him. Upon realizing this, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, then rocked her hips to meet his first thrust.
She pulled him in for a kiss that he wasn’t ready for. He grunted in surprise, but didn’t resist when she forced his lips onto her own. She forced her tongue into his mouth, then willed him to fight back. By the time their kiss broke, their tongues had swapped places. His tongue flicked about her mouth with abandon. When he pulled back, he realized that she’d transformed. He hadn’t even noticed it while kissing her, but it felt just like kissing Mia. And that was who she’d transformed into.
His loving wife. The light of his life. He did this all for her. The sight of her made his thrusts far less aggressive. His movements became sensual hips pressing into her gently. He breathed out every time he hilted himself inside of her hypnotic warmth. Like it was her that controlled every facet of his being when he was inside of her.
For a time, he was able to make himself believe that he was in fact making love to Mia. Mother Miranda had been so good at playing her part before, and this time was no different. He buried his face in her hair, then worked his way down to her neck and sucked on her skin. She reached up and ran her hands up and lightly pressed her nails into his back. She nuzzled her head into his and moaned softly into his ear. Then she just breathed. They did so together.
Every thrust brought both of them closer to the edge. Neither of them could deny how good the other felt. At that moment they were two lovers. Miranda and Ethan. Mia and Ethan. He moaned into her ear, and that was what seemed to break the spell.
Miranda hummed in her own voice this time. Though she was still in Mia’s form. “Do what you did last time, sweetheart.”
Ethan took a moment to remember. The whiplash of hearing Miranda’s voice once more, completely breaking the spell, made him stop his thrusts abruptly. The frustration returned. Reality checked in. But it only served to remind him why he was doing this. If anything, the harsh snap back to the real world galvanized him in this act.
He remembered what it was he’d done the last time. As he started thrusting again, now more aggressively, he lowered himself down and captured her nipple in his mouth. He began to suck on it. Not like a lover. Aggression fueled him once more. Miranda seemed to like that, much to his chagrin. But he couldn’t deny the taste or the texture of his wife’s nipples. They were naturally puffy, which made sucking them all the more enjoyable for Ethan.
“Fuck me harder. I’m not your wife. I can take it. I want it.”
With a rough thrust, Ethan hilted himself inside of her. Then he pulled back just as quickly, before slamming himself back inside. The impact of his hips hitting the insides of her thighs echoed in the empty field. He grunted as he found a new, more powerful rhythm. Such actions fed his anger. And his anger fed his movements. He gave her exactly what she wanted.
“Now kiss me. Yes, kiss me again.”
He did so. Capturing her lips with his own. He teased them with his teeth, then let her tongue inside. They wrestled in this kiss. A war for domination inside of each other’s mouths. Of course, Miranda cheated for victory. She clenched down with her cunt lips, forcing Ethan to seize up and break the kiss. She laughed at that, but it only fueled his desire to fuck her harder.
With a grunt, he drove himself into her. He propped himself up on his elbows on either side of her and focused solely on pistoning his hips. He panted as he fucked her. Sweat trickled from his hairline and eyebrows. Miranda seemed perfectly composed. Not a drop of sweat. But she looked satisfied. A happy sigh escaped her. That was when he finally realized she’d transformed back into her real form.
“Fuck. I didn’t even mean to shift back.” She chuckled. “Harder, Ethan.” Miranda moaned. “Earn your daughter, your wife. Fuck me. Faster.” She was composed, sure. But there was something different in her voice. Something that told Ethan that she was really into it.
That gave him a newfound sense of confidence. It made him thrust even faster. Faster than he ever thought he could.
“Yes! Ethan Winters! Cum inside of me!”
And he only needed a few more seconds before the both of them were taken by orgasm. It crashed over them at the same time. A singular orgasm shared between two enemies.
Miranda lifted her spasming legs and wrapped them around Ethan’s back. He hilted himself inside of her and gyrated his hips. It was all he could do. Pleasure consumed them both. Wave after wave. Every pulse of his cock, every milking spasm of her tunnel. He flooded her hole.
Miranda could feel all of it. Every ounce of cum that spilled inside of her. And she knew immediately that it was going to work.
An exhausted Ethan collapsed on top of Miranda. Panting for breath, the power of his orgasm fading, leaving behind an exhausted sort of bliss. She laughed softly in his ear. She was happy. That was good. That meant he did it right.
With an exasperated groan, Ethan lifted himself off of Miranda. His flaccid cock slipped out of her cunt with a little squelch, and he couldn’t help but notice the state of her hole. Gaping pine, copious cum flowing out. He felt a strange sense of embarrassment, but this was soon replaced by a sense of pride. He’d done what he had to.
“My, quite pent up, are we? Even after Donna? Needed a mother’s touch, didn’t you, dear?” She reached out to run a finger over his cheek but he ducked it.
“I did my part. Now, it’s time for you to uphold your end of the bargain.”
Another laugh, different this time. A chill ran up Ethan’s spine. He tried to rise faster, but the vines were unbeatable. They wrapped around his biceps and pulled. He fell backwards and was tugged ruthlessly to the ground. Another set of vines rose up and grabbed his shins.
Miranda was already on her feet. “My, Mia really is a lucky woman. I just wish it hadn’t taken me this long to realize…”
“Hey! Release me! I did what you wanted! Uphold your end of the promise!” Ethan shouted. He repeated himself, as if that would trigger something in her head to make her honest. It didn’t, of course.
“Rose is going to have a half-sister, you know.” Miranda ran her fingertips over her tummy, confirming that he had done what he needed to.
“Yeah? Good for you! Now let me go. I did what you wanted!”
His pleas when ignored. Miranda simply mounted him, sitting her sensitive, gaping cunt right on top of his flaccid cock. She began to grind softly, rubbing her fingernails over his chest.
“Oh, Ethan…” She moaned as if wounded. “Just one more round, then I’ll keep my promise, I promise! This one isn’t for your sperm. It’s just for pleasure. Don’t act like you don’t want it too, baby…” She bucked her hips, sliding her cunt over his shaft.
Ethan opened his mouth to argue but she kissed him to shut him up. The grinding of her hips was insatiable. And his cock grew hard once more.
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Title: (Lust and Magic) The Bonding
Chapter title: Apologies-and-Confessions
Story Description:
The story of a young male out on his first bonding ritual who will not settle for anything less than the most prized female in the entire clan. This will be the start of his life's adventure, but is he strong enough to hold on to such a prize and does he even deserve it.
(This is the start of one story out of a few in this universe that I have been writing. But this is the first I have posted, so I will see how this goes and maybe polish up the others for release too, enjoy.)
Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...)
Story Content:
My presence was immediately noticed as I entered the tent, Kayalla was talking to three other women as they all turned to look at my appearance. All the females were in the mid stages of their life cycles as evident by their larger build and silver hair. One had a wisp of black coming through, indicating she was close to her two hundredth winter and would soon be in her final stage. It was impossible to guess their specific ages, but the tell-tale signs of our species allowed you to know a general area. Infant females had red hair up until there sixteenth year, it then started to lighten towards a translucent pink. At 30 winters they shift to pure white and continue until fifty, at that stage the shining silver of full maturity sets in and remains for most of their life. At the two hundredth year they turn black, a sign that they are reaching the end of our two-hundred-and-fifty-year life span. Males grow in size just like females but universally have a black mane of hair throughout their lives. I could see a mixture of reactions to my presence, two of the females stared in near disbelief whilst the third looked on with thinly vailed disgust. Kayella as always showed no indication of her own feelings or thoughts, just a stoic mask of control as she turned back to the women before her, grabbing their attention from me. As the three females resumed their conversation I walked over to a mat and sat down, giving them their space. Placing my pack beside me a reached in and retrieved an oil covered rag to begin treating the blade of my sword. As my hand glided over the dark steel, I watched the group before me and marvelled at how very unique my new mate actually was. Kayella stood taller than all of them, even though they were at the same stages in their life cycles. Her body was fuller too, the swelling breasts and wide hips of my prize extended a fare bit beyond that of the other females. The chieftains towering size made the proportions seem natural save for the curve of her narrow waist as it flared out to the wide hips. She was wearing a skirt made of grey animal fur in addition to the corset and wrap around her chest. It hung long at the front and back, tapering down to a point at the knee. The sides however, exposed her powerful thighs and left most of her legs bare. This new addition to her wardrobe made something else a lot more evident. As she stood in profile to me, I could see the back of the skirt was practically hanging off the cleft of her cheeks, pushed out by the firm plumpness of her rear. I swelled with pride as I considered that any other male in the clan would be lost in the heat of lust at the sight of the luscious, curved power of her body.
The conversation had turned heated as the three unknown females kept shooting glances in my direction. Kayella silenced them with a sweep of her hand and continued uninterrupted as all three pairs of eyes dropped to the floor in defeat. When she was finished, they shuffled off to the other side of the tent and sat with another group of females that had been silent up until that point. The new group all had raven dark hair, denoting their elder status and a calm serenity surrounded them. I heard Kayella clear her throat and looked up to find her standing over me. Her towering form dwarfed my seated one and at that moment I felt exceedingly small.
“We need to speak, my young mate” She said, her expression unflinching.
I nodded my agreement and stood whilst sheaving my weapon. The voluptuous chieftain led me into the back compartment at the opposite end of the space from the other females. As she lifted the separating flap I followed her in to find a storage area of sorts. The space was not as large as the main compartment, but it had a tall ceiling and more room than the sleeping nooks. Chests and sacks ringed the space all neatly piled and stored. My mate turned to face me, her stoic deminer evident as she rested her hands on the wide hips of her body, legs spread apart in a commanding pose. I adopted a more relaxed stance as I casually cast my gaze around the area. I did not wish to seem cowed by her, but then it would do me no good to try and challenge her head on. Especially since I knew that my part of this conversation would not give me the higher ground.
Seeing my reluctance to be intimidated by her larger form Kayella relaxed slightly before speaking.
“I owe you an apology my mate” She stated, more like a fact then an admission.
This caught me off guard and my eyes re focused on her, confusion evident on my features. The powerful chieftain dropped her arms to the side in resignation as she explained.
“This morning I spurned your advances for my own discomfort, this is not proper conduct for a mated female and I am……………….I am regretful of my actions”
My mouth hung open slightly as I stood shocked at her words, did she just apologies. Kayella’s brow furrowed at my expression.
“This is not easy for me” She said defensively “I am unaccustomed to apologising, especially to someone so young.”
Her outburst knocked me out of my stunned state and I straitened myself into a more serious stance.
“I………. I appreciate how hard this is for you Kayella and believe me when I say I do not take anything you offer me lightly.” I replied.
She looked at me for a moment trying to discern whether I was being false, slowly she nodded her head before speaking.
“I have been the chieftain of this tribe for fifty winters, it had been a hard won thing. I have made many sacrifices, including indulgences the younger females take for granted.”
Kayella released a heavy sigh, her stoic demeaner breaking for the moment.
“I never expected to be taken, I………….. I never prepared. My people deserved a strong leader with iron in her blood, and that is what I became. I cannot unlearn that on a whim.”
Her shoulders sagged as she spoke, and I felt a stab at my heart.
“Would you have proffered if I had not come to claim you” I asked, my heart in my throat.
The tall war maiden shook her head softly making the two tails of her silver hair float over her chest.
“There is nothing I have desired more than to have a mate and bare our children, I………I just didn’t expect it to ever happen. I….. I do not know if I can be a proper mate to you or mother to our children. I am much older, and I have been in my position here for so long I have forgotten most of what it means to be a bonded female.”
I smiled despite myself at her frank admission,
“I do not expect you to change who you are Kayella, how could I? You are a proud an fierce chieftain with a name of honour in our clan. It is for these very reasons a sought you out. Through our bonding I hope for us both to grow past our original lives and make something better and stronger than has ever existed before. Not as master and mate, but as equals who stand together, each lending their strength to the other.”
The buxom warrior stared at me with consideration, inspecting me in a new light.
“You are quite the oddity my young mate” She stated as her hands gripped each other over the small of her back and she started to pace to my right.
I kept my posture relaxed as she circled me, inspecting her new mate with fresh eyes.
“You are obviously a warrior of superior skill, yet…….”
Her hand reached out to stroke down the mane of hair on my neck, before resuming her motion to stand before me and lock her purple eyes with mine,
“Yet you talk and act with more consideration and understanding then any male I have ever met, despite your very young age”.
I kept my face as passive as possible, trying not to give any indication as to the truth of her words, there were secrets that I could not yet tell her at that moment, even though I wished I could. The curvaceous woman kept her own stoic demeanour as she appraised me.
“At first, I thought it just awe and intimidation that stopped you from claiming me at the river, but this morning I could see you were angry at my actions. Any other male would have tried to take me no matter what my feelings of it were”.
“Tried” I said with a smile.
“Yes tried” she replied her full lips curling up for a fraction of a second. “Do not think that your victory is assured little one, I was unprepared for who you were last night and will not be so easily fooled again. Now do not interrupt” She scolded recovering her commanding gaze, like an elder reprimanding a child.
“If I didn’t know any better I would say……..well it’s like your more of a…………” she left the sentence unfinished as she looked at me searchingly.
“I appreciate your candour Kayella but before you give me too much praise, I believe there is something for which I must atone for as well” I said desperately trying to change the subject.
The silver haired warrior arched her brow but remained impassive as she waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath letting it out slowly, trying to muster my courage.
“When I left you this morning to retrieve my belongings, Nateen came with me” I explained
“As I ordered her too” She replied.
“Yes, however it is what happened after that I must explain.”
Kayella leaned forward, her piercing eyes boring into me.
“And what is that my young mate?” She asked.
“Nateen wished to see the skill that bested her chieftain and I conceded to a duel”.
“A duel?”
“Yes………however, during the fight I got………. impassioned………..”
“Did you mate with her?” She asked, frankly.
“No, I…….. I bound her, but when it came to it, I couldn’t betray you like that. However, I did do something else”.
Kayella had resumed her intimidating posture with hands on hips and stoic expression as she waited for me to continue.
“I………… I rubbed against her to sate our desires”.
“You rubbed against her” She asked stepping towards me in confusion.
“Well, I rubbed my……” I explained indicating my crotch.
“Against hers”
The buxom chieftain broke her stoic expression, showing a slight interest.
“Did that work?”
“Well…….”
I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck nervously.
“It was not as satisfying as a true mating, but……….”
She took another step forward her curiosity peaking.
“I did release my seed, but not inside her”.
Kayella was standing before me now, she was a head taller than me, so I had to lean back to lock my eyes on hers. I showed no fear or intimidation as the powerful woman stared down at me, but it took a titanic effort not to flit a glance at the overflowing grey flesh from her top, mere inches from my face. With my explanation finished the stern female had resumed her stoic expression, giving me no indication as to her thoughts.
“Do you intend to take her as your mate”.
“I do, on the next cycle” I said determined.
I stayed motionless, dreading her answer to my confession but she remained impassive, staring down at me for what felt like an eternity.
“Then I don’t see any fault with it” She finally spoke.
My face morphed into outright confusion.
“That’s it” I asked.
Kayella shrugged her shoulders slightly.
“I have known Nateen since she was five winters of age, she is strong and steadfast. She will make a fine mate to our bonded circle”.
“But what of my betrayal”
Her face softened to that of an indulging elder.
“While you are unique in your actions and temperament, you are still a young male. I never expected you to be beholden to just me, it is not how our people’s way. Dalliances of the flesh are meaningless, it is the bond between mates created on the blood moon and by the fire of combat that will endure.”
I stood there shocked at her casual dismissal of what I thought to be a massive betrayal, but once again Kayella had surprised me.
“Did it really work……..rubbing them against each other” She asked squinting her eyes at me.
The sudden change in subject caught me off-guard and my cheeks flushed slightly.
“Not well” I replied hastily. “While pleasurable, it hardly sated the lust I had”.
“Or have” She replied looking down to my crotch.
I followed her gaze to find the unmistakable outline of my hard erection through the leather of my trousers, brought on by the buxom warrior’s close proximity.
“Well, what kind of mate would I be if I did not take care of my conquerors needs”.
She turned and took a few passes forward before dropping to her knees facing away from me. Her voluptuous body leaned forward onto her hands, looking back over her shoulder with piercing purple eyes. Long fingers creeped up to take hold of the fur draped over her rear and pulled it to the side, exposing the large firm cheeks of her ass. The leather underwear was stretched tight over her flesh compacting the plump mounds.
“Come and sate your lust inside me, my mate”.
After shaking away my stunned immobility, I eagerly dropped down behind her and take two handfuls of her soft plump cheeks to squeeze them together, creating a bunched-up mound of flesh. Kayella gave me an admonition look.
“Do not play like a child with a toy, we have no time. You must be quick, and you must be quiet, the elders are here, and it would not be proper for them to be witness to our coupling” She scolded
I smiled at her as I released her plump buttocks to bounce and jiggle. I rose, releasing my hard shaft to slap against the smooth skin of her cheeks. My fingers gripped her tight underwear and pulled it to the side, exposing the glistening puffy lips of her womanhood. Without delay I began to force my way inside her, slowly feeding more of my aching meat into the soft warmth of her pussy. The head pushed against the entrance to her womb and I could see the previously grave chieftain bite her lip to subdue her own moans of pleasure. Slowly I began to slide my shaft over the soft walls of her sex gently prodding her womb on every stroke. I kept a steady pace as not to create any sound from our flesh slapping together as my hands gripped her wide hips. I luxuriated in soft warmth of being buried in my mate, the rhythm slow and steady. After ten minutes Kayella began to get impatient.
“Hurry…….uh………hurry up, we do not have much time”
This knocked me out of my daze as I looked down on her stern features, still biting her juicy bottom lip.
“It can either be fast or quiet, not both” I replied.
Her eyes glazed over as she considered my words, I continued my movements gently encouraging her. After a long deep thrust she nodded her head eagerly.
“Fast” She commanded with hunger.
I reared back and thrust forward with all my strength berrying my shaft deep inside her.
“Ahhhhhhh!” She screamed before covering her mouth.
I continued to slam into her juicy rear as she looked at me wide eyed over her shoulder, hand still muffling her mouth. Before long, the steady slap of her plump cheeks impacting my stomach drowned out any choked cries coming from her smothered lips. Kayella’s thick thighs began to spread further, lowering her curvaceous body closer to the ground and making it easier for me to plumb her depths. My aggressive rutting made the tails of her hair bounce around violently as the compacted flesh of her breasts surged with each impact. It didn’t take long before I broke through to her inner sanctum, the act making her arms fail as the large female fell to the floor, her juicy ass still raised as I continued to thrust deep into her pussy. Her womb was so tight I found it hard to pull back out, my shaft didn’t slide as much as pop in and out as she gripped me like a vice, the whole thing bringing me closer and closer.
“Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh” I heard coming from the mouth buried in the fur rug bellow.
It was too much, and I rose from my knees sinking my shaft deep inside her, the soft plump cheeks of her rear were crushed against my stomach as I reached out to press down on her upper back. Kayella let out a muffled squeal as I forced her down and unloaded my aching balls into her womb. Her tail, idle until now wrapped around me squeezing hard. The volume of thick cum began to force me out of her tightly packed womb and I continued to spray the walls of her pussy. Finally, I was spent, I slid my meat out of the abused womanhood of my prize. It was covered in our combined juices, normally this would not be a problem, but I didn’t want it squelching around in my trousers. A wicked thought crossed my mind and taking my shaft in hand I fed it between her plump ass cheeks. I took a handful of the juicy mounds and squeezed them together, totally engulfing my slick wet cock. My hips pulled back, sliding my meat out of its makeshift sheaf of soft flesh, leaving a sheen on the smooth grey skin. To her credit the delicious war maiden didn’t react at all to me using her like a rag to clean my cock.
It didn’t take her long to recover and she easily raised herself back onto all fours looking down her back at me as I slumped.
“Did that sate you my conqueror” She asked.
“It did” I replied nodding my head.
“However, next time I would like to play with my toy for a while first”.
An impish grin filled my face as the curvaceous chieftain rolled her eyes whilst pushing herself up onto her knees. The fur dropped back down to continue its impossible task of shielding her generous ass as she lifted her hands to straighten out the tails in her hair.
“There will be plenty of time to play my very young warrior. But for now, we must break our fast and be off” she said in her commanding voice.
When we re-entered the main compartment, food had already been laid out and all the other females were seated on their mats eating. The majority had the decency not to look directly at us as we sat down, even though they surely heard our frenzied coupling. The elders however had no such compunction and looked at us with a knowing smile. I could feel my cheeks burn slightly out of embarrassment but as I looked over to Kayella I saw the proud chieftain did not even bat an eyelid at the obvious stares from her elders. Overcoming my discomfort, I reached for a piece of bread with had nuts and honey baked into it. Taking a large bite made me realise how famished I was after the morning’s activities and I filled myself greedily. During the meal I finally noticed the absence of Nateen and Zana but I dared not ask the question. My embarrassment over our previous actions was still strong and I did not want to draw undo attention. Eventually my curiosity was satisfied in some small part by the return of Nateen. She entered the tent almost timidly, carrying a small leather-bound bag, eyes cast down she knelt next to her chieftain. Kayella made her wait for a moment while she ate her food before acknowledging the woman next to her.
“Did you get it” She asked.
“Yes, my Mistress” The younger female replied handing her the satchel.
The buxom war maiden opened it to peer inside and satisfied with its contents placed it by her side. Her piercing purple eyes turned to look at the nervous woman as she intern kept hers staring directly at the floor. Kayella’s impartial features broke slightly as she reached out to grip Nateen’s chin between the finger and thumb. Raising the young warriors face to hers they stared at each other for a moment. With her free hand the buxom chieftain wiped a bit of white liquid from Nateen’s brow before putting it in her own mouth. The young woman looked on in confusion as her chief and mentor for so many years swallowed the errant seaman from her face.
“Thank you Nateen, you have been a good attendant to me during my tenure as chieftain and I hope to see you again as our lives continue on their paths”.
The white-haired beauty’s features lit up at the words of her chieftain.
“And I hope that when you do accept a mate, you will show them the same dedication you have shown me” She continued, her expression turning serious once more.
A cheeky smile crossed Nateen’s lips as she shifted her gaze to me.
“I most certainly will my Mistress”
Kayella noticing the byplay, rolled her eyes.
“Sate your hunger and then assist Zana” She commanded
Nateen rose from her kneeled position and sauntered over to the spot opposite me, her eyes never leaving mine. Slowly she lowered herself, spreading her thighs and knowingly giving me a good view of the silk lace underwear covering the dark purple lips of her pussy. When she was seated, the flirtatious female reached out to gently clasp one of the small bits of cheese before her. Still keeping her gaze on me she lifted it to her full lips inserting the finger with it. Gradually she slid it back out her lips puckering as she did in a very erotic display. The sound of a throat clearing startled the mischievous woman, making her look over to the source. Kayella glared at her with a stern expression making Nateen turn away sheepishly.
After the meal Nateen retired as my mate and I turned to face each other. A woman in long thick robes approached to kneel beside. The moon guardian said nothing as she handed me a bowl filled with shimmering liquid and a delicate brush. Even knelt the woman still did not crest the hight of the seated buxom chieftain and I was much lower in my position. Kayella unbuckled her belt, removing the skirt as she leaned back on her hands giving me easy access to her flat toned stomach. I took the brush in hand and closed my eyes for a second to rally my nerves. Evan though I had bested her in combat and proved my strength by mating with her, this was the part I was most nervous about. If I did this wrong the shame would have to be carried by both of us. My mate saw the hesitation and spoke quietly to me.
“Do not tarry my young mate, it will fill you with uncertainty. But once you start do not haste either, let it flow from you”.
I looked into her vibrant purple eyes and felt my confidence surge. Taking brush in hand I proceeded to glide the liquid down in a flowing line from the birth symbol above her belly button. I snaked down her toned stomach to the point just above her pelvis to make a perfect circle. The brush never leaving her smooth skin, began to flow as if on its own inside the frame I had drawn. The countless hours of practise had given me a muscle memory that I did not know I had. Slowly my own birth symbol began to assemble, just like everyone else it was given to me by the moon guardians when I was born. Mine was a loins head to signify my father next to a feather for my mother, but in honour of my first bonded partner I added a small bear claw between them. This was not considered wrong as many warrior’s signs changed to incorporate their life’s accomplishments, but it was very seldom heard of to add a mate to your sign. When I was finished, I pulled back and inspected my work, I small sliver of pride seeping through me as I saw the beautiful mark on an even more spectacular body. The silver haired woman looked down to her stomach and gently ran her hand over the new mark on her flesh. Long fingers circled the bear paw and she looked up at me with surprise. Her eyes shining with gratitude for the recognition and honour I had given her.
She gently took the bowl from my hands as I removed my jacket and shirt to bare my chest. A similar line already snaked up from my own birth sign to intersect with a star made up of ten segments, each with its own point. The currently empty segments were positioned in the centre of my chest over the heart. Kayella leaned forward, brush in hand to mark me inside the topmost segment. Gazing down at her beautiful visage, mere inches below me and so close, my mind wondered. Her unyielding features could be called dispassionate by some, but the silver haired warrior could express more with a single eyebrow than some could with a mountain of words. I found myself adoring this about her more and more. Knowing that below that calm strong exterior there was powerful emotion witch only I could see. It filled me with want and lust, having the knowledge that only during our mating, does the real animal emerge. Evan though I had only just recently fired my seed deep inside her, I could feel my blood begin to heat again. The curvaceous woman before me was pursing her full lips in concentration of her task but I suspected she could feel my hungry eyes on her. Kayella’s breathing had turned deeper and I could see the hand resting on her leg tensing as it gripped the flesh. Once she was finished her eyes turned up to me expectantly, asking the silent question. I nodded my head in understanding whilst also giving my permission. The luscious female sank lower down my body allowing me to see down the toned muscles of her back to the juicy cheeks that her overly strained underwear struggled to contain. Carefully my bond mate etched the bear paw into my original birth sign, making it an official expansion. If there was anything wrong with this amendment, the moon guardian would have stopped it immediately, as she had remained quiet, I took that as there blessing. Slowly the large warrior lifted herself back up to a seated position, our gazes never leaving each other as an unspoken connection began to form. She lifted the bowl offering it back to the guardian without breaking our eye contact. I don’t know how long it was before someone awkwardly cleared their throat breaking our trance. I looked over to see Nateen standing nearby waiting on her chieftain. Kayella’s features had resumed their impartial look as she addressed the younger female.
“Yes Nateen?” She asked.
“I…. I have finished helping Zana, does my Mistress wish for any assistance in preparing?”
“Yes, go prepare my armour. I shall be there shortly”.
“Oh, and Nateen” Kayella called halting her assistant.
The buxom chieftain squirmed her hips, rolling the mounds of her ass over the floor and subsequently squishing the juices I had discarded between them.
“Bring a cleansing cloth” She finished whilst giving me a chastising look.
The younger woman nodded her head as she continued into the large compartment at the back.
“I shall go and prepare for our journey my conqueror, once I return, I hope you will see fit for us to leave, the morning is beginning to wain already.”
With that the large warrior lifted herself back onto her feet, retrieving her skirt and the bag that Nateen had brought. As she walked away, I could not help but admire her curvaceous form. Her body was the perfect balance of womanhood and warrior, strong and tight where it should be, with large mounds of soft flesh as well. As my mate disappeared behind the leather curtain, I set to preparing my own belongings for our journey. My pack contained everything I owned, including my supplies. There was spare thread and thongs for repairing armour and clothes, a set of plain wooden cutlery, a small axe for felling wood, a woollen cloak for warmth, flint for starting fires and my sleeping furs. It was a further 30 minutes before Nateen reappeared, I noticed as she entered that her face was flushed, the cheeks were bright purple as she gave me an awkward smile while shuffling back out into the sleeping area she shared with Zana.
A few moments later Kayella made an appearance, when I saw her my eyes went wide as I tried to take it in. Her shining silver hair still had its tails, but now they fell down the front in two tight braids framing the beautifully formed face. Her bright purple eyes glinted with anticipation of the coming adventure as her nose ring seemed to shine brighter. The black collar I had fitted still sat snuggly around her neck and she seemed to lift her chin slightly so everyone could see. I traced the chain as it ran down to disappear in the deep valley of grey cleavage. She wore a bodice of patterned steel armour that was obviously made for her when her body was much less matured. As it was now the armour fitted snuggly encapsulating her stomach, but as it reached up it seemed that the steel had been gradually bent out as to accommodate the ever growing mounds of her breasts. Despite this it still looked like an incredibly tight fit, the actions of the armour seemed to have crushed the mountainous udders together whilst forcing them up. The result was two half orbs of grey flesh practically spilling out of the top still tightly compacted together. The shoulder straps on the armour had been removed leaving the shoulders bare and I could see a brown fur lining folded over the top ridge of the bodice. She still wore her fur skirt but now there was two pieces of steel plate strapped tightly to the outside of her thick thighs. The shins were covered in the same way as too were her wrists. With the battle-axe strapped to her back Kayella looked every bit a goddess of desire and formidable warrior in one. The proud chieftain noticed my stare and immediately mistook its intent.
“This armour was made when I was a lot younger, steel is hard to come by, so it had to be adapted” She stated defensively.
I smiled, as she stood there defiantly with her hands-on hips.
“Steel is indeed exceedingly rare, and its strength is formidable. I cannot think of a more appropriate material for you Kayella the Bear, warrior chieftain”.
She arched her eyebrow at my reply giving me a questioning look. Her stance relaxed slightly when she determined my comment was not in jest at her expense.
“Very well my young silver-tongued mate, shall we be off?”
I nodded as I stood to lift my pack and join her.
“Zana!” She called.
Instantly the young woman came stumbling out of her sleeping nook, her own pack in hand. I looked to Kayella, confused by what this meant. Her response was to roll her eyes in mock annoyance.
“I see you did not take the time to learn what it means to take a chieftain as your mate” She berated “Because of my status I am entitled to an attendant at all times, whether I am bonded or not”.
I looked back to the small female standing nervously while fiddling with her skirt which I noticed was longer than the ceremonial one. It reached the knee now and instead of strips of leather the new garment was layered to provide better protection. The top was different too, it still left her stomach and arms bare, but the material looked thicker with clasps down the front. Younger women often had an odd pride in their birth signs and would try to keep them exposed. She still wore the same boots and wrist protection, but her pink hair had been put into a long braid that fell down her back. My gaze turned back to Kayella conspicuously, was this her attempt to make sure I wouldn’t take her at will on the journey to the breeding grounds? I knew she enjoyed our coupling as much as I did, her ravenous behaviour was evidence of that. She was also eager to carry a child, otherwise she would not have worn her collar with such pride. So why was she insisting on bringing what would in no doubt be a hinderance to our mating? There was no way for me to object without questioning Kayella’s status which left me with only one option.
“Very well my mate, Zana is your attendant and shall accompany us” I said, expertly hiding my true emotions on the subject.
I could see the young woman let out a breath she must have been holding.
“Our attendant” Kayella stated. “As my mate she is bound to serve you as well”.
This time I let the annoyance show on my features.
“I have no need for attendants, if you wish her to serve you, she can. I will not take someone’s service and loyalty when I have yet accomplished any deeds to earn them”.
“You are indeed full of surprises my young warrior, however this time you are mistaken. You have proven your skill and strength; in that I have given my loyalty to you. As I carry Zana’s loyalty so do you”
As I looked into the silver haired warriors piercing eyes, I could see that she was not going to waver on this, no matter how passionately I defended my decision.
“Zana, will you give your loyalty and service freely to this warrior?” Kayella asked.
“I will gladly serve him my mistress” She answered bowing her head.
I seemed to be trapped between accepting Zana into my service or spurning the young woman’s declaration, insulting her. My shoulders sagged in defeat.
“Very well” I said making sure my mate was aware of my feelings.
Kayella narrowed her eyes at me for a moment before turning to retrieve her own pack. She threw a fur over her bare shoulders, clasping it to cover her large cleavage during travel before loading up and then made a motion for me to lead the way. There were no goodbyes or fanfare, obviously whatever needed to be said was done last night. Nateen did not appear as we left, but I thought it was probably for the best, it would be an awkward goodbye. We exited the tent that was Kayella’s home for untold years and without a backward glance, set off on our journey |
Title: (Lust and Magic) The Bonding
Chapter title: Intimacy-Issues
Story Description:
The story of a young male out on his first bonding ritual who will not settle for anything less than the most prized female in the entire clan. This will be the start of his life's adventure, but is he strong enough to hold on to such a prize and does he even deserve it.
(This is the start of one story out of a few in this universe that I have been writing. But this is the first I have posted, so I will see how this goes and maybe polish up the others for release too, enjoy.)
Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...)
Story Content:
The next morning, I felt the presence before she spoke in a soft voice.
“Dawn is coming Master”
Zana was knelt beside me as I nodded to her and lifted myself from under my furs. I walked over to the smouldering fire, its smell permeating the air as I rubbed my arms to get the blood flowing. The young woman followed me keeping a respectful distance. Kayella had already risen and was in the process of laying out some food for our morning meal.
“Good morning my mate” she said
“And to you my mate” I replied
“I would suggest we break camp soon, Zana has noticed some wolf tracks in the morning light and it would not be good to tarry in their hunting grounds long”
I nodded my head in agreement.
“From what I am told they are common in this forest. There is a rumour of Neoxwer in Tene as well.” I added
“Truly?” Zana asked excitedly as she passed me a plate of bread and cheese.
“I wouldn’t get too excited Zana, Neoxwer are very elusive and very rarely travel near civilised folk” Kayella answered.
“But still, a chance to see the fabled beast, it would be a great honour” The young woman chirped.
The buxom chieftain dismissed her nieces eagerness with a wave as she continued to eat her meal. Zana stared off into space mechanically shoving food into her mouth as her mind wondered. Despite being one of the most powerful beasts you could ever encounter, Neoxwer were not really considered dangerous. They never attacked any free thinking being only other beasts and then only for food, as such our culture held them in a near mythological regard close to worship. It was forbidden to hunt them or even interact with them unless initiated by the Neoxwer them self’s. Either way I doubted it would come anywhere near our party, but I let Zana have her dreams. After the meal the two women began to pack things away leaving me surprisingly little to do. Whenever I tried and help, they just shood me away stating it was their responsibility. So, I walked over to the burning embers of last night’s fire pit and began to shovel the loose soil over it with my hands. Taking a stick I stirred them to make sure they were fully extinguished before putting a fresh load of dirt over it. By the time I was finished there was very little trace of the fire left and I walked back to my pack which had already been prepared for me. With nothing left to do I sat down and watched as Zana helped Kayella fit her armoured bodice. The younger female pulled hard on the straps behind as the buxom warrior held down the mountainous flesh of her breasts, packing them tightly. I looked at her bare feet with slight envy, like everything between the sexes they were the same but different. As we males had a flat hoof on our heel, females took it one step further. Thin bone covered the bottom of their foot from the front pad back before curling around under the heel raising it up . This in effect put a literal spring in their step if they compressed it down, enabling females to make long wide strides when they ran and leap higher too. No male had been able to outpace any female in a dead run. It was probably a good thing we didn’t have to chase them down in order to bond or our race would have dead centuries ago.
Once both women were ready we hefted our burdens and continued on our journey. It was summer at the moment, so the forest was alive with growth and life. Small animals scurried away at our passing as we forged a path through the wilderness. There were trails through the forest that you could follow but before I left the bachelor camp my mentor had warned me of human raiders in the area so we travelled the less used paths in an effort to avoid ambushes. Usually, this wasn’t a problem but one of the northern garrisons protecting the valley entrances to our lands suffered a heavy attack by Oxanite war party’s, supported by human mercenaries. They beat the invaders back but not before some of the humans fast riding scouts got through. Now cut off from escape and with no were else to go, these small parties were raiding where they could to survive. They wouldn’t last long I was sure of that, our patrols would find them if not the local tribes. If all else failed the Nexhear would be more than happy to supply, there superior scouts to protect our lands. It was after all in their best interests considering the valley, they resided in sat squarely in the middle of our territory. You would think that being surrounded by another nation would cause tension, but we had existed in complete harmony since the change with not even a scuffle to mar our relationship. Not many species on this world could boast that.
We passed through an area less dense than most and Zana started to lag behind as she stared wistfully at her surroundings. I took this opportunity to ask my mate about her lack of weaponry.
“It is simple my young mate, Zana is not a warrior. My sister had the misfortune of succumbing to a fever before the blood moon and as a result was taken by an inferior male. Luckily Zana inherited her mother’s hunting prowess, but we tend to get our fighting skill from our fathers. The worm that took her could barely defend himself, never mind take a fully matured woman. If it hadn’t been for the fever, I doubt his pathetic manhood would have made a dent in her bonding wall.”
Kayella’s eyes filled with emotion at the memory.
“You saw her be taken” I asked
She let out a heavy sigh and nodded her head softly.
“The chieften at the time had to hold me down so I didn’t interfere. I can still see her laying there, not enough strength to even lift her head. That disgusting little rodent taking her limp body for his own without truly earning it”
Her voice was thick with emotion as she stared ahead seeing her memory’s as if they were happening all over again. I raised my hand and gently gripped her shoulder, knocking her out of the trance. her eyes refocused as she turned to me, and I saw her vail re assert itself. She blinked shaking the cobwebs from her mind.
“I am sorry about your sister, if you wish to talk…….” I said softly
Her eyes hardened as she answered.
“It is in the past and is not your concern”
“You are my mate Kayella, that makes it my concern”
“Do not think that because you have claimed me you have a right to my burdens or have any understanding of them or me”
My blood began to heat in frustration at yet again being shut out by the buxom warrior. I reached out to seize her wrist and turn her to face me.
“I have claimed you Kayella, you and your burdens are mine to do with as I wish.” I allowed my frustration to take control and before I knew it the words had already left my mouth.
“Spoken like all other males, it seems your talk was just that, meaningless words. I am nothing more than a servant to you, a womb to plant your seed” She ground out, her eyes blazing.
Before I could say another word, she pulled her arm free from my grip and began to stride ahead of me braking our contact. My fist bawled as I kept my own pace refusing to jog and catch up my mind clouded with anger. Because of her size Kayella could easily out pace me without breaking into a trot and she was using it now to avoid letting me get close to her. The frustration was building in me at our lack of intimacy on an emotional level. Sure, we had passion enough to fill two lifetimes, but that meant nothing to a bonding if it did not come with that emotional connection. I continued to walk as she gradually extended her lead, wrestling with my own insecurities about being capable of making this bonding work. After a while I had manged to calm myself enough to think more logically, something that usually came easy to me even in the heat of combat but now with the buxom chieftain my mind had a hard time focusing. Although she continued to give me the cold shoulder, I realized my mistake and how foolish my words had been. Our relationship was still very new, and I shouldn’t have expected her to trust and confide in me without reason. I should never have tried to force that trust either.
Eventually Kayella halted her advance and turned to wait for me, a look of inpatients written on her face.
“If you insist on tarrying it will be winter before we reach the breeding grounds” She scolded, instantly destroying the calm I had created around myself.
I looked at her impassively as I approached not hurrying my movements, making her eyes narrow.
“The pace is set to conserve energy as much as speed Kayella, do not presume to dictate to me changes to a routine you yourself agreed too” I shot back in the same impersonal manner.
“Watch your tongue my very young warrior, I may be your mate but I am still a chieftain and your elder. I am not to be given orders like some little pup.” She spat back
“When I agreed to our travel plan I did not realize you would be so naive in our journey that you would not take a chance to hasten our travel when we could.”
“I have no issue with increasing the pace when needed oh mighty chieftain, however I do not consider avoiding personal issues a sufficient reason and last I checked I was the male in this bonding”
Kayella’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared down at me, trying to use her superior hight to intimidate. I could sense that Zana had caught up and was trying very hard to fade into the forest, avoiding any overspill from our confrontation. The large woman was breathing heavy in barely controlled rage.
“Very well, boy. I shall forge ahead and clear the way, with your permission” She ground out through gritted teeth
Her phrasing was meant to agitate me by insinuating she would face the danger alone, but I would not bite. Turning she set off stomping through the trees like a bison in a tent. Zana stood unsure of what to do before Kayella decided for her.
“Zana!!!!!” Her mistress shouted from ahead.
Jumping the young woman dashed after her chieftain leaving me alone. Once they were out of sight, I let my rage spill out. My claws raked the nearest tree leaving deep cuts as I growled my frustrations. This was a very new sensation to me, I had never lost my control so much as when I was around the curvaceous chieftain. Taking a deep breath, I looked towards the path ahead and begrudgingly followed after the two females, still keeping my own pace. There trail was easy to follow as Kayella’s non too gentle passage was leaving evidence of their route all over, so even a child could find.
It was nearing sunset when I finally entered camp, the fire had already been lit and both women’s rolls were already set out. Zana was nowhere to be found, Kayella sat on her furs sharpening her axe. When in camp she had adopted only wearing her corset, top and skirt, discarding the armour for comfort. I set my pack down to rummage for my food rations. The proud chieftain ignored my presence as she continued to rub the sharpening stone over the metal. Sitting down I ate some nuts and bread whilst pointedly facing away from my mate.
“I see your manners have not improved” I heard from behind me.
I did not turn when I answered.
“In as much as yours mate”
“So, I am to beg for your forgiveness like a submissive pet?”
I took a deep breath before answering.
“I only ask for your respect”
“Respect or obedience?”
I turned in frustration to look at her stony expression our eyes locking. Before I could defend myself, she continued with her accusations.
“Do you wish me to be your servant then, nothing but a warm body to carry your seed and sate your lust? To do as I am ordered” She spat
“I have never said you were my servant!”
“But I am yours to do with as you wish” she said repeating my earlier words. “If all you wish is a warm hole to put your meat them come”
Suddenly she rolled over on to all fours, her head twisting to keep her gaze on me.
“Come little warrior and claim your prize. I would rather you show me your true self than try to deceive me with words” She said whilst lifting her skirt to expose the juicy leather clad cheeks underneath.
“Fill me with your seed and breed me like the brood bitch you want me to be. Or are you not man enough.”
Anger overwhelmed me at her accusations and my mind fogged with rage. I stood up and walked over to gaze down on her prostrated form.
“Very well Mare……… I will breed you” I said using the derogatory term some warriors used for their mates.
Her eyes blazed with anger as I loosened my trousers to release my hard meat. I knelt kicking her thick thighs out slightly to lower her rump. Because of her size it would be impossible for me to reach if I just knelt down, but I would not bow to her and squat. I snatched the leather underwear to the side and without mercy I drove my hard shaft deep into her plump pussy. The curvaceous warrior didn’t make a sound as I began to rut her hard and fast, staring daggers at me over her shoulder. Her luscious body jolted with every thrust as I put all my strength into driving my cock deep inside her. Kayella stared defiantly, but I could see her jaw was clenched, trying hard not to give in to her base desires to scream and shudder.
“Is this what you wanted? To burry yourself in me like a piece of meat? Just a body to birth your offspring” She asked through gritted teeth.
I ignored her as I concentrated on the building orgasm, my hips pounding her large perk cheeks, sending ripples through the grey flesh. I pulled back to the head and thrust forward berrying myself deep in her womb as my cock began to fire hot thick cum into her. For a second her stony demeaner broke and the voluptuous silver haired war maiden dropped her head, closing her eyes.
“Nnnn” She groaned as every muscle in her body tensed at the same time.
When our joined orgasms had finally tapered off Kayella turned to me, her stony mask back in place.
“Now that you have bred your Mare” she said acidly.
“I Shall retire and take second watch”
I shook my head as I felt my shaft churning the cum inside her, all my concentration going into not continuing with our mating.
“I shall take second watch”
“As you say” She replied sardonically.
With that she pulled forward, sliding my hard shaft out of her warm pussy, making her body shudder slightly. The buxom chieftain retrieved her axe to sit on the other side of the fire on watch. Collecting myself I rolled out my furs separate to Kayella’s and laid down in a vain attempt at sleep. A short while later I heard Zana return and inform her aunt, she had snared some rabbits and intended to prepare them for breakfast. Kayella gave her a dismissive reply and all I heard after that was shuffling. Tossing and turning I failed to achieve any decent respite, by the angle of the moon light I could see my watch was fast approaching. Eventually I rose, not wanting to give Kayella the satisfaction of waking me. I sat for a moment watching her form silhouetted by the fire and moon, her silver hair shined in the dim light as the curves of her body were brought into sharp definition against the darkness beyond. I began to feel regret for my childish actions, her sudden change in moods when confronted with emotional issues seemed to knock me off guard. Every time she shut me out, I felt anger at myself for not doing the right thing and that unfortunately transferred to my bonded mate. With my mind set I made my way over to her seated form and took position beside her. After a few moments of silence, I finally plucked up the courage to talk.
“It was not my intention to insult you…………….or say that you are nothing but a brood mother. I allowed my own emotions and failures to control me, for that I apologise. It was wrong of me to try and force an intimacy between us that you yourself have stated you are not ready for.”
There was a long silence as Kayella stared into the darkness, no indication that she had heard me. Without a word she lifted herself and turned back into camp. I remained seated not wanting to force the issue again and cause more strife. I heard her footsteps falter a moment before she resumed her walk. There was a shuffling behind me, but I did not turn, keeping my eyes on the dark forest. I spent my entire watch re playing the scenario through my head, trying to figure out what went so wrong. The truth was I feared I would not be a good mate for such a woman as Kayella, I had succeeded in bonding with her physically, but I wanted more. That was why I pushed, I wanted her to accept me in all forms. It was my deepest dread to be rejected by her, to go through our lives as just a breeding pair. Before I knew it the moon was on its descent, and I pulled myself up to wake my relief and head to my cold bed. I knelt next to Zana’s sleeping form and gently gripped her shoulder to wake the young woman. She groaned as her hand snaked up mine feeling every muscle, the lithe body under the furs squirmed as she bit her lip. I shook her harder.
“Zana” I hissed
Instantly her eyes opened to see her hand gripping my upper arm. Quickly she pulled it back, her face blushing.
“It is your watch” I stated the thoughts of my interaction with Kayella still fresh in my mind.
She nodded her head and slid out of the covers, her small body only covered by the undershirt cut in the same fashion as her armour and the standard leather underwear all females wore. Unlike her aunts, these had no problem holding her firm cheeks, but they still gave a tantalising view of her rear. I shook my head from the momentary distraction and made my way over to my own furs, strangely though they were not there. I cast my gaze about looking for the errant sleeping mat and soon found it next to Kayella’s slumbering body. I smiled, she may not have been able to say it but she was at least able to show her appreciation of my attempt at reconciliation. I lifted the furs to find another surprise, her voluptuous body was completely naked as she laid on her side facing away from me. After a moment’s thought I removed my own clothes, reasoning that if she found it appropriate to sleep naked in our shared furs, she could not deny me the same. As I slid in to the makeshift double mat I laid a few inches away from her, not certain of weather I should push my luck. Her hand snaked around to grip my hip and draw me close. Eagerly I complied, moving over to press against her warm soft body, sliding my hardening shaft into her preferred position between the pillows of her ass. Kayella began to rotate her wide hips, stroking me with her plump cheeks before raising high enough for my now hard cock to slid out the bottom to rest between her thick thighs. As she lowered back down her plump wet pussy started to rub over the top coating me in her juices. She continued her movements, grinding against my shaft with her sopping lips.
“Is this…………..how it was with Nateen” She whispered
“Yes” I replied honestly.
“It is nice……….but I need it inside me this night”
I felt her hand grip the head of my rod between her thumb and fingers. Slowly she stroked it before lifting her hips and guiding me to her aching pussy. The lips began to spread around my shaft as she lifted her leg to pull the knee up to her large chest, giving me access to her deepest parts. Without hesitation I pushed deeper inside spreading her around me. The soft warmth of her pussy was like a drug to me, one I would never tire of. I slid my cock in and out at a slow pace, luxuriating in the feeling, I could hear the voluptuous war maiden breathing heavy as I entered her over and over. Her hand reached around to grip the back of my head.
“Take me, I want it deep inside” She moaned quietly.
My hips increased their pace as I began to rut into her luscious body, making it squirm and shudder with each thrust. The head kissed the entrance to her womb making her back arch in pleasure, I moved my arm round to seize a handful of grey fresh from her mountainous breasts. My fingers finding the hard nipples, squeezing and rolling them until I felt the dampness of the ambrosia leaking out. This sent me into a frenzy, my hips thrust hard making the head penetrate her innermost sanctum. Her womb gripped me like a vice as I pulled back and then forced my way back in. By now my pace was hard and fast, making Kayella’s body jolt from the pounding. I could hear her restrained cries of ecstasy as I plumped the deepest part of her.
“Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh”
The large curvaceous body shuddered from nearly every thrust.
“It…..uhh……..it keeps going…….. ha ha ha ha ha………….iv never…………had it……….happen this many timesss” She managed to grind out before I took my final thrust.
With all my strength I drove myself deep inside her soft pussy and released thick hot seed into her womb.
“nnn IIIMmmmSsssooorrryyy!” she screamed in orgasm.
Her pleasure induced apology drove my lust further, my fingers sank into her flesh, splaying it between the digits as I emptied my heavy balls into her waiting womb. When we had finished, I began to withdraw but her hand stayed my hips.
“Please………leave it in, I………….want to keep you inside me for a while”
I smiled at her temporary fragile nature.
“Of course” I whispered.
We laid there for a while, my still hard shaft buried in her sopping warm pussy. Idly I began to shift my hips, lazily sliding my cock over the walls of her womanhood.
“I………. I apologise for earlier. I do not wish to push you away, but I find it hard to confront my emotions. I have spent do long burying them. I only know how to fight, to attack it is not so simple anymore”
My heart filled with warmth as I realized this is the most intimate conversation we had ever had. We were connected both physically by my hard shaft slowly sliding in and out of her aching pussy and emotionally by our heartfelt need to connect.
“It was I that was at fault, I tried to force a connection before either of us was ready. Then in my anger I treated you like servant, I feal ashamed by my actions, I wish us to be equal in this bonding Kayella”
“I have never met a male like you” She replied softly.
“Your power and skill in battle is extraordinary, I never thought I could feel anything as intense as when we mate. Yet you act and speak with great intelligence and care. There seems to be a duality of strength and thought in you that I would never have expected in a male.”
“Are you saying that a male is only ever a mindless warrior or a weak philosopher?” I asked running my finger down the curve of her hip, making then squirm slightly around my cock as she purred softly.
“ You….mmmmmmmm………….you forget my very young mate, I have lived within the clan for a very long time. Trust me when I say there is only ever warriors or wordsmiths.”
I left the unasked question hanging for a moment as I framed my answer.
“There are things about me I have not told you, not because I don’t want to, rather I am sworn to keep it until such time as I am released from my vow or granted permission”
Her head turned in a futile attempt to look into my eyes, as we were positioned, she would have to release my hard shaft from inside her to view me and she did not seem willing to do that.
“You only swear to your mate or king” she stated
“That is correct” I replied
I could see comprehension dawn on her as she laid her head back down.
“It seems there will still be a few secrets between us then”
“It is not what I wish my mate, once our bonding is complete and we have sired a child I plan to petition for a release of my vow.”
There was a long silence as she laid in thought, my hips continue their slow movements drawing me in and out of her warm pussy.
“I feel I must explain about my sister” She began
My hand gently clasped her arm halting her.
“You do not need to explain, if you wish to tell me when you are truly ready, I will listen. But do not feel that you ow it to me. We both have a long time together, there will be ample opportunity”
“Thank you. I wish I could be the woman you deserve, one who can nurture your heart as well as your body. It seems I can only ever feel comfortable allowing my emotions free during our mating and I am sorry”
“You are a woman beyond my wildest dreams Kayella, even if we only ever bond during our coupling you are still more than I could ever wish for”
I could hear her breaths quicken at my words as her hand snaked round to once again rest on my hip.
“Take me again, I want to feel your passion for me” She pleaded
I gladly increased the speed and force of my thrusts, penetrating her womb almost immediately to churn the cum inside. The voluptuous chieftains hand shot up from my thigh to her mouth as I forced myself deep.
“Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh” is all I heard from her muffled mouth.
It wasn’t long before I was once again rutting her sopping pussy at full force, making her juicy body jolt and shudder with each thrust.
“Huh huh huh huh huh hummm” she screamed into her hand as I unloaded yet another helping of thick white seed into her womb.
She gripped the hand on her hip, pulling it down to her stomach so I could feel it bulge as I filled her beyond full. Once our orgasms had finished, I began to pull out, Kayella didn’t stop me this time. Once I was free, I slotted my juice covered cock into its proper place between her plump cheeks letting out a sigh of contentment. My buxom mate was silent as she enjoyed the heavy afterglow of her orgasms.
“You fill me so fast” She breathed
“Why do try and silence yourself” I asked
“It is for Zana’s sake” She replied after a moment.
“When she was younger, she would watch out of the tent flap during the blood moon. All night she would sit there enraptured by what she could see. I could see her eyes peeping out as I fought the males that came but I could not stop her. For days afterward she would be moody and inconsolable, I assumed this was because of the woman that had been taken, but I later found she had an unhealthy interest in the art of mating.”
I heard Zana start to shuffle at the other side of the camp.
“But that is not for me to talk about” Kayella finished.
I left it at that, not wanting to push the issue of someone else’s secrets, with Kayella’s warm soft body pressed against mine I drifted off into a contented slumber. |
Title: (Lust and Magic) The Bonding
Chapter title: Journey-Begins
Story Description:
The story of a young male out on his first bonding ritual who will not settle for anything less than the most prized female in the entire clan. This will be the start of his life's adventure, but is he strong enough to hold on to such a prize and does he even deserve it.
(This is the start of one story out of a few in this universe that I have been writing. But this is the first I have posted, so I will see how this goes and maybe polish up the others for release too, enjoy.)
Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...)
Story Content:
By this time all the bodies and mess from the previous night’s activities had been cleared away for proper burial. Thankfully, the sounds of frenzied mating seemed to have disappeared as well, this however did not last. One hundred paces from camp was the forest of Tene, a further fifty paces and we came across another newly bonded couple. The female was bent over bracing herself against a tree as her mate enthusiastically drove himself inside her. From the look on her face, I could see the novelty had worn off as she was showing obvious annoyance at the fact they could not go more than a hundred paces without him mounting her. She looked at us and rolled her eyes before turning back and urging her partner to hurry up. I moved on quickly, not wanting to risk getting envious of how much fun the male was having. Zana stood there transfixed by the scene until Kayella shouted at her to move, the startled young female scrambled to catch up to us.
“Mistress” she said tentatively.
“Is it normal to………mate in the open like that”.
The older woman did not turn as she answered, keeping her eyes forward on our march.
“For younger couples who cannot control themselves it can be common” She answered giving me a sideways glance in warning.
“Oh” the younger woman said seeming a bit disappointed.
I looked back and it once again hit me how young she was, her large eyes flitted around the forest in wonder taking everything in as she skipped along behind us. At 25 winters I was still considered incredibly young myself, although a lot of people had said that I sometimes acted like I was 125. It occurred to me that the young female carried no true weapon on her body. She had a hunting knife on her belt, a bow and quiver strapped to her back but no other weapon. I decided to ask Kayella about it later when we were alone. Zana noticed me looking and gave a sheepish grin before looking down at the floor her cheeks starting to colour. I turned back without acknowledging it, I was still I bit annoyed with the fact she was joining us. At best she would slow us down, at the worst she could become a hinderance to properly bonding with my mate. I cleared my mind, determined to make the best of the situation as our small party made its way deeper into the forest.
The forest of Tene takes a week to cross under normal circumstances and the breeding grounds are a further three weeks travel after that. So we tried to keep as brisk a pace as possible, eager to get to our destination. The lands were fertile, with plenty of game and fresh water. As such we did not carry much in the form of provisions, a few water bladders, some travellers bread made with honey and nuts. There were a few parcels of biscuits and cheese as well as the various spices and such. The meat we could obtain on our journey, I was proficient at hunting and from what I could tell Zana was too, so we would not go without. Kayella confessed she had never taken to stalking beasts except for combat and had no interest in trying. By nightfall we were deep inside the forest, the canopy was getting denser, but you could still see the stars. We set up camp in a small clearing with enough space between us and the shroud of the trees to give sufficient warning of approaching beasts or other beings. Zana foraged some kindling, and I began to make a fire. Kayella set down her pack and began to remove her armour. She reached round to release the back of her bodice, making it spring forward as her breasts expanded from their tight confines. As the plate came free, I could see she still wore the leather corset around her stomach, but her chest was bare. The buxom warrior leaned down to unstrap her leg armour making the large grey udders swing bellow like a pendulum. Once her legs were bared, she released her wrist guards and piled them with the rest. I couldn’t help but be entranced as her luscious body moved, shifting and bouncing. She left the skirt on and began to stuff her hefty soft breasts into the thin material that had been wrapped around her chest under the large udders. As her dark nipples were forced into the top it broke my trance and I looked down to find id been scrapping flint onto a lit fire for some time now. I looked back to see a tiny smirk on Kayella’s face as she pulled her sleeping mat out of her bag. Annoyed I turned back to the fire and started to feed more fuel into it until it was fully alight.
Zana returned from foraging for more firewood and dropped it away from the flame.
“Zana” I said meaning to ask her to get the water bladders.
“Yes master” She replied.
My head shot up at her answer as my brow furrowed.
“Don’t call me that”.
Her eyes shifted nervously as she locked her fingers together over her groin.
“It is what aunt Ka…..I mean the mistress has instructed master”
I looked pointedly at my mate as she shrugged her shoulders.
“It is tradition for those in service” She explained casually.
“Maybe in a clan house or with the high born but not here” I replied passionately.
Kayella took on the weathered look of an adult explaining to a child.
“Did you not call your mentor master?”
“Well….yes but this is totally different”
“Is it? She is a younger female in service and under our protection, no different than me or you when dealing with our superiors.”
I opened my mouth for yet another rebuttal, but Zana interrupted.
“I…..I don’t mind. I am here to learn as much as serve, so in essence you are both my teachers and it would not be proper for me not to show respect.”
My mouth opened and closed a few times as I thought furiously about my reply.
“The matter has already been decided by clan law” Kayella said before I could come up with my answer.
“It is not our place to question it”
The proud chieftain stared pointedly at me, daring me to question her logic. In frustration I cast the wood in my hands onto the fire and stormed out of camp to clear my head, a rather immature gesture I know but it was all I could think of to do. It took a while for me to fully calm down, she may have won these first few battles, but we had our whole lives for me to win a few of my own, the war goes on. I found myself excited about the prospect of matching wits with my mate, not only was she a powerful warrior but she had a sharp mind too. I found it stimulating to think of the challenges ahead. Eventually I strolled back into camp to find Zana sat facing away from the fire watching the tree line.
“Mistress asked me to wait up for you, she requests that you take first watch, and she will take second if it pleases you master”
My eye twitched at her use of the word, but I could also see Kayella’s taking of the middle watch as the olive branch. It is by far the worst one to have as you do not sleep right through. I nodded my approval and sat down in the spot she had vacated, Zana walked a few steps before turning back.
“You…..you are not angry with me, are you master?”
I sighed and shook my head.
“No I’m not angry with you Zana, I’m not happy at the situation but that is my problem not yours” I replied
She started to fiddle with her skirt as she framed her next question.
“Do you regret bringing me with you?”
I turned to look at her, she was silhouetted by the fire light and it ruined my night vision, but her pleading voice and manner made me want to reassure her.
“No, I do not regret bringing you Zana. Although we do not know each other that well I can see you have a good nature and useful skills. Your presence is a boon to our group, do not doubt that”.
A wide smile graced her lips as she nodded and turned to her mat, I resumed my watch keeping my eyes sharp for anything that might attack. After three hours I could feel myself begin to wane. I could hear Kayella approach from behind me as if summoned by my thoughts. Her luscious form settled on the ground beside me as she placed her war axe next to her. She had discarded her skirt and corset but still wore the leather underwear with the thin material stretched over her breasts and had released her hair form the braids into two normal tails. We sat there for a moment staring out into the forest before she spoke.
“I, apologise for earlier” She said not taking her eyes off the trees
I turned my head and regard her for a moment before replying.
“There is no need to apologise, you were right. No matter what my feelings it is tradition and law.”
“I know you were not pleased with my decision to bring Zana and I am thankful for your understanding”.
I looked down for a moment, my mood softening at the frank discussion.
“I was a bit apprehensive at first, but from what I’m told, Zana is a good hunter and from what I’ve seen she knows her wood craft. She will be a boon on our journey, I am sure. I am thankful as well that she will provide you with some comfort”
“Comfort?” She asked giving me a sidling look.
“I know it isn’t easy for you Kayella, most females are bonded before there fourtieth winter. You didn’t think you would be taken, that place was your home for so long. You had family, responsibilities, friends, it was home. Then I come along and take it all from you in one night, I regret doing that to you and I am sorry. But if I could do it again, I would. I will endure all the regret and pain if it means I can have you, I know that is selfish but it’s what is in my heart. At least with Zana here, you have a bit of home with you.”
Kayella had turned her body and was gazing into my eyes with slight wonder as I confessed my feelings to her.
“You surprise me again my young mate and I must confess, if anyone was to take me.” She said while her fingers traced the silver etchings on her collar. “I’m glad it was you”
I leaned forward to kiss her, but she placed her hand on my chest turning her head.
“Please” She whispered
“I………. I’m not ready for that yet”
I nodded my head backing away, I could understand her hesitance to allow someone that most intimate of things. Especially when she had spent her whole life building that stony exterior. I had time to wait for her to be ready. She turned back to me with a small smile.
“Thank you, it will take time. But I will get there”.
Her hand began to fall down my body to rest on my crotch and started to mead the flaccid cock underneath my trousers, as she stared into my eyes. Her nimble fingers moved to quickly untie the front and in one motion she pulled my hardening rod out into the fresh air, stroking it up and down.
“There are other ways I can sate you my young conqueror, let me service you this night. I long to feel you inside me again.” She breathed.
With that she lowered her silver haired head down to my crotch. I felt her soft full lips begin to spread over the head as she took me into her mouth. Her long tongue extended out to lap at my heavy balls before moving back inside to coil around the end of my swollen manhood. As before it massaged the head whilst her soft lips slid further down my shaft. Uncoiling her crossed legs the voluptuous body spread out on the ground before me, giving a lovely view of her juicy ass as she laid on her stomach tending to my crotch illuminated by the fire light. She began to suck on my cock as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. I gripped one of her horns lightly to control her pace and saw her tail swinging behind her as she purred around my shaft. It didn’t take long before her head was frantically thrusting down on my meat, soft lips gliding over every ridge as her tongue squeezed the head. It was too much and with a growl I began to pump my thick cum into her waiting mouth. Her tail went rigid as she swallowed what I was feeding her. Despite the prostrated females best efforts, gravity was against her and I could feel some of my seed leaking out of her lips, down my shaft. I held her head in place by the horn until my balls had emptied themselves inside her throat. Once it was finished my buxom mate released the shaft from her mouth and rested her head on my thigh, licking her dark lips. As Kayella looked up at me my gaze shifted to the cum still coating my shaft and then down to her perfectly rounded ass. She saw my intention and narrowed her eyes at me, even as she dipped her head back down to clean my meat with her long tongue.
As she collected the errant seed into her mouth the luscious female began to pull her tight leather underwear down over her juicy ass and thick thighs. Once she was finished with my shaft her hands had already discarded the underwear, leaving her pussy exposed. Slowly she rotated her voluptuous body to lay on her back, thighs spread as she gazed down her body at me.
“Come, take me my conqueror. Fill me with your seed” She commanded, her voice filled with lust.
I moved forward between her large powerful legs and lined the head of my swollen shaft up with plump pussy. I gazed down on the luscious body before me, my eyes soaking it all in. Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply, the tightly compacted cleavage gripping the chain from her collar, as her nostrils flared. Just above the place I was going to sink myself into I could see my mark, clearly proclaiming her as mine. The moon reached its zenith and the marking on her grey skin flared bright red. I looked up to see her staring at me with wild hunger. Driven by insatiable lust I thrust forward, burying my shaft inside her warm lips. Kayella arched her back as I entered her and drove myself deeper.
“Yeeeessssssss!!!” She screamed
Her tail wrapped around my thigh as I began to pump my hips, sliding my shaft in and out of her wet aching pussy. She stared at me intently as my thrusts began to rock her curvaceous body, I reached out and pull the tight top down releasing her large breast to roll over her chest, my pace increased as I took one of the massive orbs in my hand letting it sink deep into the grey flesh.
“Mmmm” She moaned as her head sank back and her eyes closed.
I started to pound harder, the head of my cock beating against the entrance to her womb, driving her juicy ass into the ground. Spurred on by my experience with Nateen I lowered my head to take one of her large nipples into my mouth. This elicited an instant reaction from the curvaceous female as both her hands gripped the back of my head pulling me closer. She started to smother me in the mounds of grey flesh.
“Oh, by the gods yeeeessssssss!!!” She screamed.
My tongue began to lap at the engorged nipple, sending her body into shudders as she orgasmed. Her strong legs wrapped around me as she tried to pull me deeper inside, obligingly I thrusted hard forcing the head of my cock into her womb. Kayella screamed as another orgasm washed over the last, her body practically seized up from the stimulation. But I was far from finished, as she came down from her hights of pleasure her thick thighs spread to lay limply beside me. I released the swollen nipple from my mouth and lifted myself up to stare down at her dishevelled form. Her head has lolled to the side as her limp hands laid next to her wide hips as she gazed off in a trance. I gave a powerful thrust, driving my cock deep inside. Her voluptuous body arched at my intrusion, the breath knocked out of her lungs. Before long I had resumed my heavy rutting, my swollen balls slapping against her juicy cheeks as I drove myself deeper and harder. Kayella stared intensely down her lusciously matured body to watch as my hips pounded into her. The sound of our frenzied mating filled the air as I looked across the camp to were Zana slept. The young woman was laid under her furs, wide eyes staring at us in the same transfixed manner as with the couple on the forest edge. My passion was too great to take any serious notice of our peeping tom and I turned my attention back to my mate. Kayella was still gazing down as her hand snaked to rub her fingers on the mark above where my cock was pounding into her. Her piercing eyes locked with mine as she spoke through gritted teeth from the hard pounding she was receiving.
“Take my body…….uh……..it’s yours………….breed me my love……ahhhhh……… Give me your child”
This sent me over the edge and drove myself deep, emptying my aching balls into her womb. Kayella shuddered as her own orgasm surged forth.
“Yeeesssssssss! Give it to me!!!”
Whilst she was in the throes of passion I took the opportunity and lowered my face down to hers. As my lips locked with hers, I felt her grip the back of my head to draw me closer. Our tongues passionately lapped at each other as I continued to fill her with my cum. As our orgasms ebbed, I broke the kiss before she could and pushed myself up to hang over her. The dishevelled chieftain stared into space as her breathing started to come back down from the intense mating. As her eyes began to focus, she rubbed her fingers over the spit covered nipple of her soft breast.
“I see Nateen had shown you few tricks” She said.
“What makes you think that?” I asked confused.
Her only response was to smile indulgently.
“I fear our passion may have woken my niece, and neither of us is doing our guard duty at the moment”.
She raised her hand to my cheeks when she saw the disappointment in my face. My cock was still buried inside her warm pussy ready for more.
“Fear not my young mate” She said softly “We have our entire lives to sate our lust for each other. But we must show restraint, our status within the clan demands it.”
“Your status” I shot back.
“Yours too my very young warrior. You are a bearer of the Kastan, you have claimed a chieftain for you first mate. These things on their own assure you high standing within the clan.”
“I did not claim you for your standing”.
Her eyes softened at my frank admission.
“I know, and I am grateful that you sought me out because of your heart and not your head. But you cannot deny what you have done. I am a chieftain and I am your prize, that brings with it responsibilities. If you wished for just a warm body to lay with than maybe you should have chosen another”.
The last bit hit me deep and I shook my head.
“No, I do not regret my decision. You are the woman I wanted and that is why I came for you. As you say, I must accept my responsibilities if I wish to be with you.”
A small smile graced her full lips as she stroked the mane on the back of my neck.
“Do not worry, it is a burden we shall share together as bonded mates. I see great potential in you my young warrior, and I am proud of our union. We will face the future together, stronger than either of us has ever been”.
It took all my determination not to start and thrust my hips, taking her again. We stared into each other’s eyes allowing our words to sink in as my cock still pulsed inside her. Kayella finally broke the silence.
“I must resume my watch” She said.
I nodded and slowly pulled back, sliding my hard shaft out of the comfort of her warm pussy. Kayella rolled over and crossed her thick thighs as she resumed her seated position not bothering to retrieve her underwear, seeming happy to leave her cum filled womanhood to the open air. I rose to my feet whilst retrieving my sword. I looked down at my naked shaft still covered in her juices.
“Do you have a cloth” I asked.
The buxom warrior glanced at my rod before rolling her eyes. To my surprise she leaned forward and started to clean it with her tongue, taking her own juices into her mouth. When she was finished, she looked up at me and saw my shocked expression.
“What kind of mate would I be if I did not tend to your cleansing needs” She stated, as if it was entirely normal.
“Now go rest, we still have a long journey ahead of us and you will need all your strength”.
I shook off my shock and turned to make for my sleeping mat. Laying my sword beside the furs I removed my jacket, belt and boots before sliding in. Zana had rolled over and faced away from me, so thankfully I didn’t have to deal with that. I rested my head whilst watching Kayella trying to stuff her mounds of flesh back into the garment that was pulled down during our coupling. With a smile on my face, I drifted off into a contented sleep. A few hours later I was awoken by Kayella’s warm body sliding under the furs. I draped my arm over her voluptuous form as she shuffled back into my embrace, her hips squirming until my manhood was nestled in between the large plump cheeks of her rear. She let out a contented sigh, seeming to derive some comfort from my shaft being swallowed by her rump. I smiled as my arm tightened around her and I drifted back of to my contented sleep. |
Title: (Lust and Magic) The Bonding
Chapter title: Rest-And-Refreshment
Story Description:
The story of a young male out on his first bonding ritual who will not settle for anything less than the most prized female in the entire clan. This will be the start of his life's adventure, but is he strong enough to hold on to such a prize and does he even deserve it.
(This is the start of one story out of a few in this universe that I have been writing. But this is the first I have posted, so I will see how this goes and maybe polish up the others for release too, enjoy.)
Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...)
Story Content:
Kayella turned on her heel and strode back towards the large tent, making me jog to catch up as her wide strides outpaced mine. As we approached the tent there were still a few women outside, Kayella tossed her battle axe to one whilst shouting instruction.
“Nateen, stow my weapon and bring the cleansing cloths and drying furs to the river”.
The woman who caught her axe instantly disappeared inside as we continued on through the camp, the busty chieftain did not wait to check if her orders were being carried out. As we walked side by side, my eyes kept drifting down to the powerful warriors chest. Kayella had not bothered to re-cover her heavy breasts, leaving them to swing and bounced with every movement. She showed no shame in her appearance as we strode through her camp, looking every part the proud chieftain, even in her dishevelled form and my seed still dripping down the inside of her thick and powerful thighs. I caught her giving me a stern sidelong glance and put my eyes on the path before us, oddly feeling like a chastised child. It was a short walk to the river and as we approached, I could see other couples had followed the chieftains advice. Many of them stopped what they were doing to look in pure surprise at the collar around their leaders neck. At the bank she began to strip off her remaining armour, or what of it there was left. When we were both naked save for the new collar around her neck, she started to make her way into the water. I followed suit when I noticed footsteps approaching from the rear. As I cast a glance back I saw the younger woman that Kayella had given her weapon to. She was carrying a pile of furs and cloth but there was something familiar about her. I turned back and followed my mate deeper into the river, watching the moonlight shine off her naked body. As I approached her, I saw that most of the young couples around us were mating. One pair was moaning loudly as the male bent his female over the bank while furiously pounding into her willing body. My eyes drifted back to the buxom chieftain and I stared hungrily at her luscious form. She noticed my attention and quickly flittered her eyes down to my ever-hardening shaft. Her eyes locked with mine, a stern expression gracing her features.
“It would not be proper for the chieftain to be taken on the riverbank by her new mate, in full view of the tribe…. outside her binding of course. I trust a warrior of your skill and honour would know this my mate”. She stated.
My eyes refocused as her words sank in, I shook my head to clear the lust running through it and nodded my agreement, how I had resisted I do not know. Kayella tilted her head in thanks, and I noticed someone wading into the water behind. I turned again to find the female from before, her ceremonial armour discarded on the bank as she approached us with cloths in her hands. Although not as large as Kayella she was still a well matured female. Her hips were wide and her breasts whilst nowhere near as large as my mates, were firm and well sized. I watched as her naked form approached her chieftain to hand her one of the cloths. I began to rub the water over my body but Kayella’s hand stopped my movements.
“That is my task now, my mate” She said.
With that she took the cloth in her hands and began to rub it over my chest, a rich leather came out covering my upper torso. We didn’t have anything like this in the male camps, you just scrubbed in the river with whatever you could find. As she continued to spread the soap over my body, I noticed the younger female was doing the same to her chieftains back.
“These are a luxury reserved for chieftains and higher ranks in the tribe, the soap will cleanse your body and ward off infection” Kayella explained.
Whilst she was still attending to my torso the other female moved around to start and lather the buxom chieftains large breasts. As the cloth passed over them, it lifted the mounds of grey flesh to bounce back down against her body. The other female’s chest was pressed against the side of Kayella’s body, her soft mounds crushed into my mates side, transferring some of the soap to her own flesh. As she moved back around to her leaders back my buxom mate stepped forward to reach my side. Her large soft udders squeezed against me as I watched her assistants smaller lathered mounds bounce while she scrubbed. I closed my eyes to try and will my lust down, but the site of that erotic scene was playing over and over inside my eyelids. When I finally opened them again the younger woman had moved to the back of us, out of sight as she attended to another part of Kayella’s bountiful body. Just as I thought I might be able to subdue my raging libido, I felt the luscious chieftains hand move down to my groin. In an almost lingering fashion, she rubbed the cloth down the top of my shaft and then up the underside. I looked up to find her juicy purple lips pursed as she seemed to be concentrating a lot on cleaning my manhood. She blinked and I saw the trance end as she stepped away from me shaking her head slightly. Her assistant was stood to the side, her breasts still covered in soap as she waited for her chieftain. Kayella squatted down and submerged herself in the river and she re-emerged her body glistened from her cleansing. The clan marks covering her shone with the red of the moon, the chain from her collar sparkling as it sat between her heavy breasts, their dark purple nipples as hard as spears. Long shining silver hair no longer tied, flowed down her back to end just before her lusciously plump rear.
As we climbed the bank Nateen handed me and Kayella a fur to dry off, I padded myself down being carful of my cuts and tied it around my waist. My mate had dried herself as much as she could, but the fur was too small to cover any significant area of her large curvy figure, so she just draped it over her shoulder. We walked back with the younger woman following, her own fur wrapped around her chest as she carried both hers and Kayella’s armour. I would have preferred to be walking behind the buxom chieftain, so I could watch her ass bounce as she strode away. But these first moments in a bonding were crucial and I could not show myself as inferior by walking behind, so I contented myself with furtive glances at her large chest when she was not looking.
We entered the tent together, the inside was quite large with individual sleeping alcoves surrounding a central common area with a fire pit. There were several females sat in the middle and all their heads turned when we entered. Nateen squeezed past to deposit the armour she carried in a large area at the back and their chieftain clapped her hands to get the women’s attention.
“Nateen, Zana, fetch the poultice” She commanded.
Both females hurried off to fetch what their chief had requested.
“Please take a seat my mate, Nateen will see to your wounds” She said before turning to disappear through the leather flap into one of the sleeping alcoves.
Both younger females returned with bowls, Nateen still in her fur approached me as I sat down on one of the mats removing my own fur as I did. The younger female who still wore her ceremonial armour cast her eyes around the tent looking lost. She was noticeably young, at a guess only just past 18 winters, barely breeding age. Her body was still small, but the curves were evident, she looked innocent with wide purple eyes, freckles on the bridge of her nose and long almost translucent pink hair. One of the other females spotted her predicament and pointed towards the flap their chief had entered. Quickly she made her way towards the sleeping area, nearly tripping on a rug as she went while the other females rolled their eyes. Nateen stood before me as she lifted her hand to release the fur around her body. She tossed it to the side leaving her naked as she knelt. Taking a cloth out of the bowl she began to dab the poultice on my wounds. She noticed my questioning look and answered.
“Zana is very young and lacks the confidence and skill of a warrior, she prefers hunting and nature” She answered.
“Hunting is a valuable skill, one that takes as much dedication as being a warrior” I replied.
Nateen just shrugged her shoulders as she continued to dab the poultice.
She continued her task and as she reached around my body I felt her hard nipple brush against my skin. I sat rigid and concentrated on the meditations I was taught, trying very hard to control my erection. In my whole memory I had only ever been around men and now I found myself surrounded by females, their enticing body’s touching me as I tried hard to control my urges.
“Did you come here specifically to challenge the chieftain or was it chance?” She asked never looking directly at me as she concentrated on my wounds.
“I came here for her, she is a mighty warrior and the highest prize a man could claim” I replied.
She let out a little snort.
“You must either be very brave or very foolish”.
“Sometimes there’s not much difference between the two”
She shrugged acceding the point.
“So, it is only chieftains you are interested in” She stated
“No, it had nothing to do with her status. Evan if Kayella was not the chieftain I would still have sought her out. She is a mighty and honourable woman, that is what drew me to her”.
A slight smile graced the corner of her mouth as she reached down to tend to the cut on my inner thigh. Her hand was inches from my shaft as her mouth came up to my ear.
“There are many powerful warriors in this camp, maybe one day you will return” She whispered
As her face pulled back, I stared into her eyes while answering.
“Maybe I will”
The side of her mouth crept up into another half-smile as she looked down and away, her cheeks turning dark purple. She stood suddenly making her breasts bounce as she did.
“Maybe I will see you again, brave and foolish warrior” She said still smirking.
Nateen turned and walked away, an exaggerated swing in her hips making me watch them all the way before she disappeared. I heard the flap behind me open and Zana passed by giving me a nervous smile before following Nateen. Behind her came Kayella and at the sight of her my heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a thick leather corset wrapped tight around her stomach with laces up the front. The material covering her breasts was thinner, stretching to cover the bottom half of her sizable bust as it wrapped around her chest. This had the effect of squeezing her mounds together to the point of partially spilling out the top. The chain from her collar disappearing down into the deep valley of her cleavage. Her lower half was covered by some leather underwear which struggled to contain her voluptuous rear. Twos strips dropped down from her wide hips to spread out in a vain attempt to cradle her juicy cheeks, only succeeding in covering a quarter of the luscious grey flesh while the rest was pulled tight across her plump pussy. Her long silver hair had been tied at both sides, letting the tails drop down her front over the chest. The buxom chieftain crossed her thick thighs and planted her juicy ass on the mat across from me, the movement making her compressed cleavage ripple. As she sat, I could see the tight underwear had moulded around the juicy lips of her pussy, it was all I could do not to lunge across and take her right then. My eyes roamed her body, hungrily tracing every curve, as my view approached her face I saw she was staring at me. She obviously knew my thoughts as she gave me the same warning look she had before at the river, its effect again making me feel like a chastised young-ling. The ring through her nose glinted in the firelight as it looped from one nostril to the other, a small silver ball in the middle. I idly fiddled with the handle of my sword, never more than a few feet from me all night, save for when I took Kayella. She clapped her hands sending more ripples through the tightly packed flesh.
“Food” She ordered
I had replaced the fur on my lap to try and keep some decency during the meal and hide my painful erection. Instantly trays of fresh meat, bread and cheese were placed between us and I realized how hungry I actually was. We loaded up our platters as the other women busied themselves with other tasks.
“I must confess this is all quite a surprise to me” Said buxom chief.
“In the hundred and three winters I have walked this land, I have never seen an unbonded take a chieftain. Tell me my mate, what is your lineage”.
“My father was Gulfhard the lion”.
“Truly?” She said her eyebrow raised.
“Gulfhard was a mighty hero, I have heard of how he held the Gleation pass for three days before he was relieved. They say he built a wall out of the bodies of the raiders.”
“I do not now anymore about him than what the stories tell” I said idly wafting the bread in my hand. “He died before I finished the trails and by then my memory of him was faded”.
The trials are something every male of our race has to go through, at five winters we are handed from our parents to the council. They intern train us for two years before releasing us into the proving ground. There you must survive until your tenth winter with nothing but your hands and skill. When you return you are sent to a bachelor camp and put under the tutelage of your assigned blood mentor until the time of your first bonding. My mentor was a grizzled old husk, but he had a sharp mind and infinite knowledge of being a warrior. Most bachelor camps are filled with either volunteers who have taken time away from their mates to train the next generation. Or warriors who were not fortunate enough to die in battle and are now past their breeding age. That makes them ill-tempered and the man who trained me was nasty old bastard at the best of times.
As my mind came back to the present, I noticed Kayella looking at me quizzically, I shook my head to clear the memory’s.
“Sorry, what were you saying” I asked.
“I said nothing” She shrugged.
“I was going to say that if anyone was going to best me in combat and claim me for their own, it would be a decedent of Gulfhard the lion carrying the Kastan. What of your mother?”
“Unfortunately I have no memory of her either” I replied.
She gave me a suspicious look but did not push the matter.
“Who trained you?” She asked whilst still casually playing with her food.
I bent my body to bring my left arm around and show her the clan marking stating my training. She squinted at the emblem, the lines were duller now we were out of the moonlight. Suddenly her purple eyes went wide for a split second as she mouthed the name before she resumed her stoic expression. I looked at her, trying to discern what had just passed.
“Do you know of him” I asked.
“I should” She said, shrugging her shoulders whilst picking up a piece of bread. “He was my father”.
I let the surprise show on my features at the revelation, memory’s starting to click into place. It had been him who first suggested the powerful chieftain as my first mate. But why? Why would he have wanted me to mate with his own daughter. Then it hit me like a flash, on one of the rare occasions he had done anything but berate me, he had mentioned his regret at not pursuing his offspring after their proving. He said he was a selfish warrior who had only cared for glory and battle, his family had suffered for it. Now he was left alone, a husk of his former self. It made sense now, there was only one way he was going to see his daughter again before he died. Males were not permitted into the female camps, just as females were not in the males. The only way to get her somewhere he could see her was for someone to take her as their mate. I suppose I was the best candidate he had come across, although I wondered how many more died in his little scheme. Kayella sat enjoying the shock on my face and as realisation dawned, she nodded her head.
“I’m afraid you have been duped by a selfish and cruel old man my young mate, you risked your life for nothing” She said while reaching for a piece of cheese between us.
My hand closed around hers as she looked up into my eyes.
“I would have come for you anyway, you are a warrior of unsurpassed skill and virtue who’s legends run through our clan. There is no higher prize than you. If I had known, I would still have claimed you as my own”
Her cheeks began to turn dark purple as she looked away and retracted her hand. After composing herself she looked back to me with the same expressionless features.
“I thank you for your words my conqueror and I am pleased to be your prize. But it is getting late and we have a long journey ahead of us”.
She clapped her hands and the other women who had given up all pretence of not listening to our conversation suddenly jumped. They scurried around, clearing the plates and cups, Zana cleared my plate giving me another nervous smile. As she turned to leave her leg folded and she fell back to land on my lap. My fur was pulled down and the bare young perk cheeks of her ass pressed against my naked shaft. She wiggled to try and get up witch in turn lodged my cock between the cheeks, as she bent forward the motion brought the bottom of her pussy in contact with my manhood and she froze in place. She stayed there in a trance as her nostrils flared from her sharp breathing.
“Zana!!!” Kayella shouted.
This immediately knocked the young woman out of her trance as she scrambled off me.
“Sorry aunt…. I….I mean mistress” She said in a small voice
Quickly she collected her plates and gave me a short nervous smile before running off, her cheeks burning furiously. I saw Kayella giving me a weathered look as she glanced down to my crotch. I followed her gaze and see my fully erect cock standing proud for all to see. I pulled the fur back over as fast as I could and gave my own sheepish smile. The stoic chieftain just rolled her eyes as she stood, I followed suit wrapping the fur around my waist once again. I watched her bare hips sway as she sauntered to the entrance of the tent before turning back, the voluptuous woman gave me an imperceptible nod to indicate I should stand beside her. Once I had taken my position she addressed the gathered females.
“Tomorrow my mate and I will begin our journey to the breeding grounds, once I am gone a new chieftain will be named and I expect you to serve her like you have me. It has been an honour to have been your chief these past fifty winters, but my time has come. I go to strengthen our clan and fulfil my destiny and expect you to do the same in your own way”.
As she talked her hands rested on her wide hip’s elbows cocked out as her legs stood spread. Evan though she was half naked wearing a collar, the proud chieftain radiated authority that made me realize why people followed her without question. As I looked at the assembled females, I noticed Zana, her head was hung low as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt looking completely dejected.
“Before I retire, what is the state of the camp?” Kayella asked.
One of the older women answered immediately.
“The battle damage has been cleared but Lonetes tent was destroyed, thirty-four of the tribe have been claimed not including yourself my chieftain”. She said, her eyes darting to me for a second.
The buxom leader nodded her head in recognition, the commanding pose never leaving her.
“Very well. Nateen prepare my things for travel. Zana, go help Lonete and bring her here. She can sleep in your furs tonight as she is a higher female, you will stay with Nateen”.
At her command both women set about their tasks, Zana passed us as she made for the exit, still wearing her dejected expression.
“Get some rest all of you, there is no telling when the bonded raid will come and that one will be ten times worse. I expect all of you to fight with honour and not be taken by a lesser male, practice your skills and be vigilant”.
With that she nodded, and the rest of the females dispersed. I looked around the tent unsure of what to do next, when my eyes reached Kayella she had turned her head and was looking at me, waiting.
“Where do I sleep?” I asked hopefully.
“You will lay with me of course” She replied in an obvious tone.
A smile crossed my lips and Kayella rolled her eyes at my almost childish glee as she saw it. She led the way to the flap that covered her sleeping nook but just as she was about to enter Nateen passed by and she grabbed the younger woman’s arm to whisper something in her ear. The warrior’s eyes flashed as she listened to her chieftain, she cast a quick glance at me and then back to Kayella, her face showing a slight anger. Despite her obvious displeasure she replied.
“Yes my chieftain”
As the young female left, she stared at the back of my mate before disappearing. I cocked my eyebrow at the voluptuous warrior chief as she lifted the leather flap. Seeing my expression, she gave a half shrug.
“Just another task that needs doing before daybreak, that is all”
She offered no more explanation as she ducked into the sleeping alcove. I decided not to push the issue and follow her in. Entering I noticed that the sleeping area was not large, the roof was only high enough to sit under and the floor space was just big enough for the sleeping furs. My eyes gravitated to Kayella’s luscious rear as she crawled to one side of the limited space. Her hips swinging to make her juicy cheeks bounce with every movement as I distractedly closed the flap behind me. The buxom warrior sat down crossing her legs as I made my way over to sit opposite her.
“So, what now?” I asked.
Her face had the look of an adult who had been asked a stupid question by an infant.
“Well we could rest for the morning…………..Or” She said whilst rolling over onto all fours.
She spread her thick thighs and reached around to pull the tight leather underwear to the side. The dark purple lips of her pussy glistened and puckered at the open air as she looked over her shoulder, finishing her statement.
“You could do what I know you have been craving since the river, my young mate”.
I shuffled forward a wide smile plastered on my face as I took up position behind her, my fur had dropped leaving my shaft exposed and pointing directly at her luscious rear. On impulse I swatted her juicy cheeks sending a shock through her body. She glared at me over her shoulder, but my smile stayed firmly in place. The head of my shaft began to part her lips as the voluptuous warriors tail wrapped around my waist trying to pull me deeper. Her head laid on the furs, eyes closing as she felt me enter her. Slowly I started to feed more in, the warmth of her insides radiating through my shaft. When I hit the entrance to her womb, the proud chieftain moaned deeply, I pulled back and slammed forward, the head of my cock bouncing off her inner wall. The buxom woman’s body surged forward as she took a sharp intake of air, her large nostrils flaring. I began to slide my shaft in and out of her well lubricated pussy, the walls gripping me and filling me with their warmth. As my pace increased, she pushed herself back onto all fours, her teeth gritted as I my cock slammed against the entrance to her womb. I gripped her wide hips, thrusting harder and harder as her body rocked from my movements. The chain from her collar dangled below swinging violently as I rutted into my prize. The two tails of shining silver hair brushed against the floor beneath her. Her breasts were still bound tight in the leather holding them and I couldn’t help but yearn to see them free. One of my hands slid forward over her body to reach around and grip the hem of her top. My fingers wrapped around the thin stretched material deep between her cleavage and yanked it down. The fat breasts swung free to bounce off one another, there dark nipples as hard as spikes. With a surge I renewed my pounding, watching as her large udders took on the same violent motion as the chain. I could feel the walls of her womb starting to give and in one powerful thrust I penetrated her inner sanctum.
“Yeeeesss!” she screamed.
Her body locked up as shudders ran through her and I felt her pussy clamp down on my fully inserted rod before her tail squeezed my stomach. When she finally began to release her grip, I slid my shaft slowly back and then forward making her back arch with every thrust. As the pace increased, she lost all control and started to moan.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhh”
Finally, I got up to full pace, once again rutting her pussy hard. The buxom warrior’s juicy ass slapped against my stomach with every thrust making the flesh ripple and bounce. She arched her back fully tilting her head towards me, I got the message and seized one of her horns. As I pulled her head back, I thrusted deep into her womb.
“That’s it!!!!!......... Deeper!!!!... Harder!!!!!!......... Fill me!!!!!” She screamed.
I smiled, I knew that our mating was probably the only time the stoic chieftain would drop her hard exterior. But it filled me with pure lust to see her pant and scream like a bitch in heat. Finally, I reached my limit and berried myself deep inside her whilst filling the womb with my thick seed. She moaned as her body shuddered with pleasure.
“Yessssss!!!! Fill meeeeeeee!!!!!!”
I gave a few short thrusts as the last of my seed filled her inner sanctum eliciting a whimper from my mate. I released her horn whilst sliding my shaft out of her warm pussy before gripping her wide hips and flipped the voluptuous woman onto her back, wrenching an uncharacteristic squeal form her lips. My fingers hooked under the straps of her tight leather underwear and began to pull them down her powerful legs. Once they were released the buxom chieftain opened her thick thighs whilst her hand dropped down between her legs. Her long fingers spreading the dark lips of her pussy open, inviting me in.
“Come my young mate, sate your lust and breed your prize” She breathed huskily.
I needed no further motivation, I lunged forward burying my shaft fully inside her in one thrust. Her head arched back as she let out a long deep moan.
“Yeeesss!”
There was a resistance pushing back as I pressed into her womb, I pulled back and thrust in harder this time, eliciting a grunt from my buxom mate. Her eyes seemed to scrunch up as she bared her teeth every time I forced my way inside. Feverishly her hands scrambled to undue the lace of her corset as she grunted at my movements. The leather snapped open leaving her toned stomach bare, she let out a long grown of satisfaction as I felt the pressure pushing me out disappear. I looked down at her naked flesh as my cock slid in and out of her warm wetness. Her stomach bulged every time I was fully inside her and I could see now why she removed the corset. The clan marks on her abdomen matched the one on my arm confirming that the old man was her father, but I didn’t care about that at the moment. The thin material that covered her breasts was still wrapped around her body underneath the heaving mounds, not part of the corset as I assumed earlier. One of the tails of shining silver hair was covering her right breast, the fat nipple poking through, her other was bare and rolled around her chest as we moved. My hand reached out to sink into the soft flesh as my pace increased. Her own arms this time unbound, moved up my body as she dug her claws into my back.
I found a steady pace, the previous orgasm giving me more control as my hips thrusted in between her thick thighs, enjoying the look of ecstasy on the normally stoic features of the proud chieftain. Eventually our mating got hard a fast again as I filled her with my meat, over the course of this frenzied coupling session Kayella’s thick juicy body shuddered and tightened a few times, pushing her further and further into a lust filled craze. After what felt like hours of pleasure from her warm pussy gripping my shaft, the proud warrior had been reduced to grunting as I continued to rut into her lusciously exhausted body. Her arms laid limp beside her as the large legs had fallen to the sides, thick thighs still spread wide open. Her flesh rippled and bounced with every thrust and I could not hold it any longer. With a primal roar I released my seed once more into her waiting womb. Kayella’s eyes snapped open and she lunged forward, her arms wrapping around the back of my head as her juicy purple lips locked with mine. Her long tongue snaked into my mouth and wrapped around mine, massaging it in a passionate kiss, the first she had given me. I found this filled me with more lust than I had felt so far, my hips continued to thrust as squirt after squirt of hot cum filled her. When the flow had stopped I pushed her down to the floor, mouths still connected as our tongues invaded each other. I felt her soft breasts crushed against my chest and the heat began to build again. I thrusted my cock deep inside her and felt my seed squirting out the sides. Kayella broke our kiss with a hiss, her hand reaching down to grip my hip and stop my next thrust.
“My love, my womb is full, I cannot take anymore” She stated in a breathless whisper.
Instantly I felt dejected, my loins still burned but I had used up my mate. Slowly I retreated from her, my shaft sliding out of the warm walls of her pussy. As I sat back, I could see the thick globs of white pouring out of her lower lips to run down the curve of her cheeks and pool below. I sat there sullen as I watched the voluptuous body before me, the one I had filled to the brim and would not take anymore. Kayella breathed heavily, her chest raising as she tried to recover from the frenzied mating. Slowly her head rose to look down her naked sweat covered body to me, seeing my state she gave me a sympathetic look.
“Fear not my young mate” She said as her body lifted onto her elbows. “There is more than one way I can sate your lust”.
I looked at her confused as the buxom female twisted her body and began to crawl forward, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her. She kept her eyes locked with mine as she lowered her head to my crotch her long tongue extending out. She ran it up the ridges of my cock collecting our combined juices before it returned between her soft lips. I saw her swallow the mixture and then extend the tongue again, this time it wrapped around the shaft and began to massage it. After a minute it slowly retreated back into her mouth and the juicy purple lips kissed the head of my manhood. They began to spread and I felt there softness steadily inching down my shaft. The end hit the back of her throat and she pulled back to below the crown. Gently she repeated the procedure, unhurried as she devoured my shaft, my head lulled back as I felt myself relaxing. I found it refreshing, it felt more loving and intimate than the frenzied coupling we had experienced so far. As my head rolled to the side, I saw that in my distracted state I had not fully closed the flap to our sleeping nook and two sets of purple eyes were staring in. Nateen was idly fiddling with some armour as she tried to look disinterested, but her eyes kept drifting this way with a slight hunger. Zana on the other hand stared wide eyed at the scene, knelt beside her bunkmate her hands were clamped between her thighs as if try to stop them from escaping as she watched her aunts silver hair bob up and down on my crotch. Suddenly I felt Kayella’s tongue wrap around the head of my cock and all thoughts of our peeping toms were erased. Expertly she glided her thick soft lips down my shaft while her tongue massaged the end, squeezing it ever so slightly. Evan though the pace was slow and steady I felt my orgasm building already. I looked down to find her half lidded almost intoxicated eyes staring up at me as her juicy lips stretched around my shaft. I ran the back of my hand down her cheek in a show of appreciation. Her eyes closed as she moaned around my meat, her tail swinging back and forth behind her. As my cock began to pulse inside her mouth she increased her pace, sensing I was close. My mind blanked at the feeling of her soft lips gliding over my shaft and I reached up to seize one of her horns. She moaned in appreciation and redoubled her pace, the tent was filled with the slurping sounds of her devouring my cock. I felt my orgasm surge forward, thick cum fired into her mouth as I held her there by the horn. She did not resist, instead she started to swallow the seed I was feeding her. I could hear her throat working as her tail whipped back and forth behind her. When the last of my seed had disappeared down her throat I released her horn, Kayella pulled back sucking hard on my shaft as she collected every bit of juice on it. I cast my head back again in extasy only to notice both the other females staring intently at us, neither attempting to hide their interest. With a pop my softening shaft bounced from Kayella’s mouth as the buxom chieftain licked her thick purple lips.
Her voluptuous body was laid on its side between my legs as she rested her head on my inner thigh.
“W…Where did you learn that” I asked.
“You think that females only train in battle do you?” She asked with a rare smile.
“There are tools and training for pleasuring our mates as well as killing them”.
Her finger idly ran up my other thigh as she stared at my sword which was by the bed.
“Tell me, what is the name of your Kastan” She asked idly.
I froze not sure what to say, sensing my hesitation the buxom chieftain turned her head slightly to look up at me with a curious expression.
“Before I answer, please know that this had no bearing on my decision to seek you out” I replied.
“Oh” She said cocking her eyebrow.
I closed my eyes as my head dropped forward.
“It is the Bear Hammer”.
She let out a short laugh as I open my eyes.
“A fitting name” She replied with a smile, her hand rubbing over her sore hips.
Her head fell back to rest on my thigh as she idly twirled her fingers around the other. I looked down at her strong voluptuous body, my eyes following the curve of her ass up to the mountainous breasts that lay idly on their side. My hand reached out to squeezed the deliciously soft flesh as I felt my cock begin to swell and looked down to find her staring at it with a smile.
“Such stamina” She marvelled. “I’d say it would take a hundred bonded mates to truly sake your appetite”
I ran my hand down her cheek as I looked down on my mate.
“I would give a thousand bonded mates for one of you” I said.
Her cheeks flushed as she locked eyes with me and smiled. Her long tongue snaked out and crossed the gap to wrap around my semi hard shaft. She drew it back to her mouth without moving her head and enveloped the end between her juicy lips. The buxom warrior laid there suckling the end of my shaft like a teat until it began to grow. As the end pushed further into her mouth by my extending manhood her tongue took up the massaging of the head as her lips sealed tight around the shaft. Eventually my cock began to pull to the side as it hardened, and she followed raising her head from my thigh. She gripped the base with her hands as she repositioned onto her knees. Lifting her head, she released my shaft from her thick juicy lips as her fingers continued to pump it.
“Then I feel I must earn the devotion you have bestowed on me. Once more in my mouth my love and then my womb will be ready for you again”.
Her face showed pure lust as I smiled at her, slowly she dipped her head and enveloped my meat with her mouth a gentle purr coming from her throat. |
Title: (Lust and Magic) The Bonding
Chapter title: Retrieving-My-Pack
Story Description:
The story of a young male out on his first bonding ritual who will not settle for anything less than the most prized female in the entire clan. This will be the start of his life's adventure, but is he strong enough to hold on to such a prize and does he even deserve it.
(This is the start of one story out of a few in this universe that I have been writing. But this is the first I have posted, so I will see how this goes and maybe polish up the others for release too, enjoy.)
Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...)
Story Content:
I awoke to find my arm draped over the larger sleeping form of Kayella, I could barely reach around the front of her massive chest. I moved my hand down to rest on her hip marvelling at the curves of her body, she shifted idly but did not wake. Her hair was still in tails draped down her front for which I was grateful, I could only imagine the problems that would come from that much silver hair between me and her. I traced the clan lines on her back with my eyes and noticed the bear paw on her shoulder. The same one for which she was named, I hoped to earn a name myself one day but I had more immediate concerns. Such as the fact that my painfully hard shaft was lodged between her juicy plump buttocks, their sheer size nearly engulfing it whole. I began to gently move my hips, sliding my cock between her soft pillows. The sleeping form of my mate let out a contented moan which spurred me on. Gently I ran my hand down to her thick thigh and slowly began to lift. It took all my strength to steadily move the large leg and not wake her, but eventually I succeeded in folding it up in front of her. Lightly I ran my fingers up her smooth skin to probe and see if her pussy was sufficiently exposed. They found the warm puffy lips of her womanhood and I grinned in satisfaction. I lowered my hips sliding the shaft down the cleavage of her ass, as the head cleared it rolled forward to take aim at her exposed pussy. I took a grip and gently guided it towards my target, keeping a sharp ear on her breathing. As the head touched her soft lips, she shifted her hips repositioning her head on the furs. I froze until the motion had stopped, once I was satisfied she still slumbered I pressed forward entering the warmth if her luscious body. It was tight and gripped my shaft hard but that did not deter me, I could feel the warmth of her walls filling me with lust as I went deeper. I felt the head brush her womb as the sleeping form let out a heavy, ragged breath. Slowly I pulled back and then gently forced my way in again, trying hard to listen to her breathing. I got into a steady rhythm as the walls of her pussy lessened their grip, her own excitement matching mine. My hand snaked up and around her chest, I had to stretch as my fingers ran down the side of her large breast. Finally, I passed over the lump of her nipple and took a handful of the grey flesh in my grip. I lost control of my lust and my pace increased, small moans starting to emanate from the sleeping warrior as I slid my shaft in and out of her deliciously wet pussy. Her leg unconsciously moved to pull tight against her chest giving me better access to her womanhood. As my thrusts got harder her body jolted and her moans got louder. Before long I was going at a hard pace, rutting her like I had the night before. All pretence of sleep has gone as she reached over her shoulder to grip the back of my head, spurring me on. Quietly she mumbled as I fucked her large form.
“Mmmmmmmmm yes, give it to me. Fill me with your seed”.
Soon I was slamming into her with all my strength, sending ripples through her flesh as her ass and breasts bounced violently. Her body began to shudder and with one hard thrust the head forced itself inside her womb, the tightness taking me over the edge. In the same instance as I began to empty my aching balls into her, Kayella screamed.
“Yeeeesssssss!!!!!!!”
I continued to pump into her warm pussy as her body shuddered from the pleasure. Steadily we came down from the impromptu coupling and she spoke softly.
“That was much better than the morning horn call my young warrior”.
Just then we heard a cough behind us. I turned my head to see Zana kneeling in the entrance way nervously fiddling with her skirt. She cleared her throat before proceeding.
“It is one turn before sunrise, do you wish to break your fast my chieftain” She asked in a small voice.
“Of course I do, now go!” Kayella shouted without turning over.
Quickly Zana disappeared as the buxom chieftain rolled over to face me, her expression once again that of a stoic warrior. As I looked at the heavy breasts before me I hardened instantly, making my shaft press against her stomach. Kayella reached down to feel my hardening meat, unable to see it past her large bust and raising her eyebrow.
“Unfortunately my young mate, we have a long journey ahead of us and must be about as soon as possible”
She saw my dejected look and softened her stare for a moment.
“Fear not my insatiable conqueror” she said whilst resting her hand on my hip.
“There will be plenty of opportunity on the road to the breeding grounds, and when we arrive I have something special in mind”
The side of her juicy lips creeped up as she saw the look of curiosity on my face. I moved forward to kiss her but the buxom war maidens eyes showed panic before she surged out of bed and started routing around on the floor. Finally she found her underwear and stood bent over to put them on. Her fat udders swinging below her as she pulled the tight leather up her thick thighs. Awkwardly she yanked them over the large cheeks of her rump as they once again tried in vain to encapsulate her plump rear. She looked over at my confused features with her stoic expression.
“You need to be about my mate. The morning is fleeting, and we have much to do” She said whilst sitting down to try and pull the thin material still wrapped under her chest up.
I stared at her, my anger rising at her casual dismissal as she tried to cover her breasts. She shot a glance towards me as if only just noticing I hadn’t moved.
“Nateen will accompany you to get your equipment and then we can break our fast and be off”.
I swiped the fur and my sword off the floor not bothering to hide my foul mood as I stood to leave. Kayella chose to ignore my outburst as she continued to push the flesh of her breasts into the tight top. As I entered the common area I heard her call from behind me.
“Zana!!!!”
The young female scurried over keeping her head downcast as not to meet my eyes and disappeared behind the flap I just exited. I looked over to find Nateen sat cross legged as she ran a sharpening stone over her sword. She still wore her ceremonial armour, as would all the woman until they were bonded or the blood moon had passed. After a moment of thought I decided to make for the exit and retrieve my kit on my own, I needed some time alone and in an immature way it was an act of defiance against my mate. As I lifted the flap Nateen spoke.
“Are you going for your equipment?” She asked casually, not taking her eyes off the sword.
I stared at her for a moment before nodding. She rose from her seated position sheathing her sword.
“Then I will accompany you. It is the wish of my chieftain”.
The rebellious streak inside me wanted to deny her, Kayella had arranged this beforehand and it annoyed me more that she was trying to control my actions. I took a deep calming breath, my mind clearing enough to realize this was a trivial matter that in the larger scheme of things meant nothing, but I was still angry.
“Fine” I said before leaving, not bothering to see if she followed.
I was a few strides away before I heard her footsteps behind me, but I did not look back. I was still angry over what happened with Kayella and not interested in talking to anyone. Silently we made our way through camp, some others were about but I could hear more still in their tents, mating. The muffled moans and wet sounds drove my anger and frustration higher. I stormed out of camp at a brisk pace making straight for the knoll on which we had lain the night before. I could hear Nateen jogging to keep up as I scaled the hill without breaking my stride. I crested the top and made my way down the other side, eventually coming to the spot where I had stowed my kit. It laid next to a tree wrapped in treated waterproof leather. I squatted down and began to unwrap it as Nateen leaned on the tree, her arms folded as she faced me.
“By the screams of my chieftain this morning and the look on your face I assume she had the better morning” she said.
I gave her a sharp stare and she held up her hands in a placating manner whilst pushing off the tree.
“Calm, no offence intended. I have lived with the chieftain for thirty winters, I know her moods can be challenging”.
I reverted my gaze back to the pack as I lay the equipment out for inspection.
“Is she always so closed off?” I asked.
Nateen shrugged as she leaned back against the tree, idly flicking something off her skirt.
“She is our chieftain, that means she has to be strong and unwavering in her dedication to the tribe. Truth be told she has done it for so long I don’t think she knows any other way to be. Although judging by what I have seen so far, you seem to have found a way to break through her defence”.
My head sagged down as I listen to her words, was I destined to only find the close companionship of my mate when we laid together. Would she remain a statue forever, only showing her passion when I was buried deep inside her. I felt Nateen’s soft hand rest on my bare shoulder and the warmth from the gesture, more than anything I had received so far from my mate past our frenzied coupling. My body relaxed as I enjoyed the contact and I noticed her kneeing beside me.
“You have already proven yourself a warrior of renowned skill and defeated the mighty chieftain Kayella the Bear. Surely the task of breaking through her final defence is not so insurmountable”.
I gave her a sideways look as I smiled weakly at her praise, looking at her I couldn’t but notice the warrior in a new light. Her thighs were strong and her hips wide, her stomach was flat with sizable breasts encapsulated in leather that floated as she breathed. Her face was soft with the eyes showing care, emotion and a glint of something mischievous. Long white hair draped down her back from the knot above and there was a silver chain running from the top of her ear to the bottom. I locked eyes with her and for an instant I saw hunger before she turned away, blushing deep purple on the skin upon her high cheek bones.
“I can only hope that a warrior of even half your skill takes any interest in me” she said quietly.
I looked at her with a soft expression.
“If I had come across you on the blood moon, I would not pass you by” I said.
A small smile etched onto her lips.
“But you did”.
I paused a moment thinking of the night before, it was dark and hard to identify anyone. If it had not been for Kayella’s distinctive form I would have had a hard time finding her, but then I realised. Yes, she was the female that the two warriors were fighting over, the one I almost gave up my quest for.
“That was not easy, you do not know how close I came to forsaking my task to do battle with you” I said with a soft smile.
She stared into my eyes trying to detect any deceit, when she saw the honesty in my words a wide smile spread across her lips. Her gentle hand slid down from my shoulder to rest on my chest as she looked at my bare body.
“I hope that one day you will return” She paused as her eyes flited up to stare into my own.
“And finish what you almost started”.
There was an intensity in her stare that re-ignited my lust, I kept my eyes locked with hers as I answered.
“I will return for you Nateen, and on that day, if you are not already taken. I will seek you out so we may forever be together”.
Her breathing had turned deep and hard, the wide nostrils flared as her chest heaved. Her face was mere inches from mine, a movement that had gone unnoticed during our conversation until now. I could smell her heat, the lithe body in front of me twisted and moved trying to bend itself towards me. She was leaning forward her head craned back to look up at me, the soft dark lips of her mouth open and through heavy breaths she uttered her words.
“I wish it was now”
Slowly she pulled back from the brink and I thanked the gods, I do not know if I would have been able to resist if she had continued. Nateen straitened her back as her thighs squeezed together trying to suppress her urges.
“I would ask a favour of my future conqueror, if I may?” She said with a sheepish grin.
I nodded for her to continue while I tried to clear the cobwebs from my brain.
“May we duel? I wish to feel the power and skill of my future mate before the long wait for your return” She asked.
I considered her request for a moment, there was nothing personal about duelling outside the bonding so it would not really be considered taboo. I nodded my head and stood clutching my sword, Nateen followed practically jumping up in excitement. We crossed over to the empty field next to the tree and stood opposite each other, weapons drown. As our eyes locked, we took up our guards and prepared for the battle. She stared at me intently and a wicked thought crossed my mind, slowly I reached down and in one quick motion I released the fur around my waist to be cast aside. Her purple eyes flited down to my exposed manhood and I took advantage of the distraction. Lunging at her I brought my sword around in a wide sweep, Nateen barely raised her guard in time to deflect my blade as I moved past her. Continuing my movement, I crossed to a back hand slash, but she had anticipated this and moved forward out of my reach. We both turned to face each other again, Nateen was baring her teeth in a feral grin.
“That was a dirty trick” She said her eyes still flitting down to my crotch.
“As I learnt last night, no one is above them” I smiled back while gently shaking my hips.
Her smile widened and she charged, my toes dug into the soil as I launched of my hooved heel to meet her attack. When we engaged our swords sang through the air in a ballet of parry’s thrusts and dodges, Nateen was about the same size as me, so she did not have any more reach. But she was fast and skilled, so unlike my fight with Kayella which was about raw power, this duel involved more tact and sword play. I found myself enjoying the engagement to the point that I eased off to prolong the engagement. After twenty minutes both our bodies glistened with sweat, and I could see her starting to faulter. I decided that the time had come and on her next stroke the tired female angled her sword slightly off. Seeing this I took the initiative, our blades met and I rolled my weapon to make hers run all the way up the blade out of harm’s way. I moved beside her wrapping my arm around the slender waist and used my momentum to propel her through the air. Nateen screamed as she flew across the field, her hands releasing the sword as she brought them forward to cushion her impact. As she hit the ground the force carried her body over until she was rolling sideways across the grass. I was moving before she even landed, as the warrior finally halted her uncontrolled movements I was in position to seize her arms. I pulled them behind her back locking the wrists together. Nateen let out a huff as my heavy body landed, straddling her thighs.
We were both breathing heavily from the exertion and as I took a minute to catch my breath, I felt a soft warmness on my naked shaft. I looked down to find my rod nestled between the female’s firm ass cheeks as it grew from the contact, the leather straps of her skirt had fallen to the side leaving the flesh bare. Nateen began to roll her hips, sliding my meat down the cleavage of her soft grey pillows. I closed my eyes as my blood heated from the movement, I could feel my lust taking over, but I could not stop it. When I opened them again I saw the thong tied to her belt, my mind didn’t consider why it was there, just that it was. My hands moved without my command, snatching it from her belt and then expertly wrapping the length around her arms, making her start to moan. The helpless woman’s hips continued to roll as I bound her, gripping my shaft with her soft ass. When I was finished I gripped her shoulder a turn her lithe body on to its back. Nateen’s blue eyes stared at me with the intensity of a female in heat. I moved forward as my hard shaft slid up the front of her tight leather underwear to rest on her clit. The lust filled female bit her bottom lip and whimpered at the movement, I could feel her warm juices dripping down onto my engorged balls, soaking them. This drove my blood hotter and my hands reached up and seized the hem of her armoured top. With lust fuelled strength I heaved the tight garment up releasing her ample bosom. While not as voluptuous as my mate Nateen’s body was still ripe and well on its way to full maturity. I gripped one of the sizable orbs of grey flesh and squeezed hard, my fingers sinking into the soft skin. The exposed warriors body arched from my touch and a long throaty moan escaped her lips. I took my shaft in hand and prepared to berry it deep inside her, but then something unexpected happened. The image before me morphed into that of Kayella, laid on her back just like the night before. Her juicy body was bare before me as she looked into my eyes with that same hunger. I shook my head to find Nateen back where she was, staring at me in a mixture of lust and confusion.
“W…Why have you stopped” She asked.
I dropped my head as I answered.
“I cannot do this, I cannot betray my mate”
The bound woman’s eyes fell as a look of despair took hold. I looked down at her flat stomach in contemplation of what I nearly did.
“Please……” Her small voice uttered.
I raised my head to see her looking at me with a desperate want.
“I have never been so close to release. Will you not give me that before you go” She pleaded.
I shook my head.
“I cannot mate with you Nateen. No matter how much I want to.”
She laid her head to the side averting her eyes as I felt her hips begin to roll, the movement causing my hard shaft now released from my grip to slide across the front of her leather underwear.
“Then please at least do this for me, I can feel it building. Let me feel your…ah….your hard meat against me if not inside. I……….I want it so bad …nya…… I want it to be the thing that makes me cry out. Let me know the power of your body so…..ah ah…..so I can treasure it until you return to take me” She moaned
I looked down on her exposed body as it squirmed beneath me, Nateen’s abs tensed with every roll of her hips as she bit her lip, staring at me with intense lust. Her hard dark nipples stood proud on the rolling mounds of her breasts. I nodded my head, agreeing to give her what she desired. My body leaned forward grinding my shaft against her groan. The lustful female craned her head back as she moaned deeply. I moved slowly allowing my hard rod to rub against the tanned leather of her underwear as I took another firm grip of her soft breasts.
“Taste them ahhhhh nya……. I want to feel your mouth on my breasts” She begged.
I had never thought of doing that before, up until now I had just wanted to squeeze the soft mounds of a female. But her saying it made me realise how bad I wanted to do it now. I lowered my body and took one of her engorged nipples into my mouth, my hand still squeezing the supple flesh. On instinct my tongue reached out to taste the intruder and as it rolled over the small mound, we both began to increase our movements. My hips thrusted faster as hers rolled to equal my pace. After five minutes our bodies were at fever pitch.
“Please nya….please let me feel your warmth against my skin” She pleaded
Without thinking I lifted my hips and reached down to snatch her leather underwear. In one pull the straps broke as the material dropped down to expose her smooth pussy. My fingers collected some of the juices that were running down her ass and spread them over the slit. In less than an instant my shaft kissed her bare womanhood as I renewed my thrusts. My cock slid over her clit as I grinded against her. Nateen’s moans intensified with the new contact and I felt the warmth of her body conducting through my stiff member. Before long the white-haired female was in the full throws of ecstasy.
“Yes yes yes yes yeeeeesss!” She screamed.
Unlike Kayella’s shuddering, Nateen’s body spasmed when she orgasmed, her muscles all tensing and relaxing at the same time. Her taught body writhed beneath me making her ample and firm breast bounce and jiggle. It was too much, as I stared at her tight grey flesh my own end came racing forward. Thick cum fired out of the head at such pressure that it arched to land on her face and open mouth, covering her in my seed. With each thrust more and more came out, slowly the fountain of pearly whiteness ebbed coating her body lower and lower. Everything was covered as I emptied my heavy balls all over her grey flesh. My shaft laid still as the last of my seed dripped down onto her flat stomach. Nateen rested her head to the side breathing heavily as her tongue snaked out to lick the sticky deposits on her lips. She swallowed down the gathered spoils and returned for more, her tongue extending down to the chin. Her head rose as the serpent in her mouth inched down her front to clean the supple mounds bellow. It circled the nipple collecting as much as possible before returning between her soft purple lips. She stared at me intensely as she swallowed the last of my seed and I realised I had been in a trance watching the display. Gathering myself I pushed off the ground and collected my weapon, while Nateen righted herself. I cut her bonds with the blade for which she thanked me. As I walked back around her eyes locked on my swollen shaft.
“You are still raging” She gasped.
“Allow me to sate your lust”
She started to crawl towards me her eyes fixed on my groin in a lust filled haze as her mouth opened, intent on devouring my stiff meat. I held my hand out and she stalled in her movements, looking up at me in confusion.
“We have done enough Nateen, I have given you what you desire but I cannot betray my mate any more than that. I have a lot to answer for when we get back”.
She looked at me in fear.
“You intend to tell her” She asked.
I nodded my head severely.
“I do. I cannot keep this from her, she deserves that much and I ow it to her as my mate.”
The grey skinned woman’s head sagged as she remained on her hands and knees. I felt regret when I looked at her, not for what we did, but for not being able to give her more. I failed to find the words that would reassure her and walked heavily back to my pack. I pulled out my thick leather trousers and sat down on the grass to pull them up my legs. I looked over to the forlorn warrior to find she had composed herself and was in the process of stuffing her firm breasts back into the leather top. As I started to button up my cloth undershirt Nateen’s form knelt before me. She stared at the ground and I could see her mind racing over what had just occurred and the inevitable consequences.
“My chieftain will be angry” She stated after her short self-imposed silence.
“You cannot be sure” I replied as I brought my knee up to my chest in a relaxed fashion, keeping my eyes on her.
She shook her head, a tiny smile of resignation crossing her face.
“You do not yet know our chieftains wrath”.
Nateen released a heavy shuddered breath as she resigned herself to whatever fate her mind had conjured. I reached out my hand and laid it gently on her bare knee, she looked up at me with sadness.
“Do not despair my beautiful war maiden, her wrath will not touch you as long as I breath. I will take responsibility for my actions, the fault was mine”.
She stared at me, her expression hardening.
“How can you say that! It is I who asks to duel, am I not the one who begged for you to do what you did?” She cried as her eyes filled with moisture.
I smiled reassuringly at her before answering.
“That may be true, but I did not do it because you asked. I did it because I wanted to. I am barely bonded for a day and already I seek another.”
My eyes closed as I sagged my head in shame.
“It is I who shall face her wrath because I am the one who truly betrayed her. I am her mate and I had hoped our bond would be stronger than any before. But it seems I have failed before I start.”
My hands clenched in determination as I raised my head to stare intensely at the woman before me.
“If I am to salvage this, I need to be true and honest, only then can she accept me for what I am.”
“Evan if she does accept your explanation, she will still harbour anger against me” She said taking a deep breath before continuing.
“What will happen when you return for me? If we are to be bonded sisters, it will make our family fracture before it is made”.
“By the time I return Kayella will have accepted what has happened, I think you underestimate her compassion”.
“You do not know her as I do, you will not return for me” She replied softly lowering her head.
A silence stretched between us as the defeated warrior woman contemplated her future. I reached into my small bundle of belongings and pulled out a white piece of lace fabric.
“This was my mother’s” I said gently.
“It is the only thing I have of her, not even the memories of her survived my childhood”
Nateen stared at the fabric. There were patterns woven into the lace by my mother when she made it. The shape was of a long triangle with hoops at either end for hanging like a banner.
“It is made of Wolfspider silk from the northern mountains.” I explained.
I looked at Nateens rapt expression and my eyes fell to her thigh, where the naked sex still breathed fresh air, the underwear she was wearing laid ruined in the field. An idea jumped into my head causing me to smile fiendishly. I routed through my things and pulled out a spare piece of thong.
“Stand” I said
Instantly the white-haired female rose to her feet leaving me momentarily surprised at her eagerness to follow directions. I threaded the thong through the loops on either end of the lace and lifted it up, under her skirt. As my fingers touched her thigh, I felt her body tremble slightly at the contact. Tying a knot in the cord as it wrapped around her waist I sat back to examine my work. The lace was pulled tight over her groin, held in place by the thong hooked over her wide hips. The widest part sat just above the slit and began to tapper in as it descended. It was still wide enough to cover her smooth sex whilst nestling in the slight crevice were the groin met the leg. Nateen must have noticed my examination and turned her body, lifting her skirt in the process to give me an unimpeded view of the firm ripe cheeks. I could see that the silk had begun to narrow under her crotch to a point where the luscious mounds of her rear swallowed it hole. The only indication she was wearing anything from the back was a small piece of silk appearing from the top of the cleavage to join thong coming down from the hips. I shook my head with a rueful smile and reached out to fix my mistake.
“Actually” She interrupted “I kind of like it like that”.
The exotic warrior had turned her head to look down, past the long flowing white hair to her curvaceous rear, a playful smile on her lips. She turned back around running a hand over the front of the silk between her thighs.
“It feels so smooth, it………it makes me tingle” she said closing her eyes as the hand idly fondled the material.
Nateen froze as she realized what she was doing.
“Bu…..But I cannot take this, it is so…..”
I reached my hand out to clasp hers as it moved to untie the improvised underwear, piercing blue eyes stared down at me as I framed my response.
“This is sacred to me Nateen, I would not give it lightly. I hope this is enough to show you that I do intend to return for you”.
Nateen’s legs collapsed beneath her as she fell to her knees before me.
“You mean it?” She asked.
“I do” I replied with conviction.
Suddenly the grey skinned war maiden eyes lit up as she lunged at me, her soft full lips connecting with mine as our tongues lapped at each other, kissing me passionately. Just as fast she withdrew back to a seated position looking down sheepishly.
“Sorry, I………I Couldn’t help myself” she said in a small voice.
I could not help but smile at the impulsive gesture by this once stoic warrior woman and she grinned as her body relaxed. With the air cleared I continued to retrieve my meagre belongings. I counted my blessings that at least I had a sturdy thick pair of trousers. Like most young and untested warriors I had to make do with the cast offs and unwanted items of my elders. Until you had learned a trade there was nothing for you to barter with for decent equipment and most older warriors were unwilling to part with anything of value. The undershirt I was given fitted, but it was tight around my larger than average chest and I had never been able to clasp the top buttons. The jacket like my trousers was a thick and sturdy leather giving me decent protection without an overabundance of wight. These were gifts to me from my blood mentor, one of the few times he showed me any kindness. I considered what I knew of him now and it went a few ways to explaining Kayella’s hard demeaner. The last part was my scabbard and belt, these were the only new things I possessed. The only reason I had them was because of my Kastan, if not for fabled blade I would have probably had to scrounge one of them too. I seated the aforementioned weapon in its place on my left side whilst my large hunting knife rested on my right.
Now fully clothed and armed I turned back to find Nateen still resting on the ground, her eyes looking off into nothing as she idly rubbed her fingers over the silk between her legs.
“We must return, I have already been over long in my retravel and Kayella will be waiting.”
My voice shocked the daydreaming woman out of her haze making her jolt to her feet. I reached down to collect my pack and she lunged forward to grasp the handle.
“I can carry my own burdens Nateen” I said giving her an annoyed look.
“My chieftain sent me to assist you, that doesn’t mean walk here and back you know” She explained.
“Please, if she sees you return carrying your own pack it will only increase her anger towards me”
I stared at her for a moment before shrugging and leaving the burden to her. She lifted the pack onto her shoulder but only made it a few feet before stopping. I turned back to see her eyes wide in surprise.
“Is something wrong” I asked.
“It……..its the silk. When I walk it rubs against me, it feels……………….”
“Maybe you should not wear it then, if it is such a distraction”.
“No!” She squeaked. “I……I just have to get used to it”.
Gingerly Nateen resumed our trek, all the way back I could hear her breath catching when the underwear rubbed against her smooth groin. When we finally reached the tent, she seemed to have a better mastery of wearing the improvised undergarment and barely showed any outward sign of discomfort or pleasure.
“Oh” she said as we approached the entrance.
“I forgot my other task”.
The flustered female passed me my belongings and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I will see you soon my future mate” She breathed into my ear sensually.
She pressed her body against mine as she lingered for a moment, I could feel her soft breasts against my chest. A soft wet tongue ran up my ear before she disengaged, a lustful look on her face. She turned and started to walk further into camp, her wide hips swaying provocatively. Before she turned the corner, I saw her hand snake up the back of her leg and gently lift the skirt. Giving me a short glimpse of her firm grey cheeks before disappearing. I shook my head to clear the image and my lust before entering the tent. |
Title: (Lust and Magic) The Bonding
Chapter title: The-Raid
Story Description:
The story of a young male out on his first bonding ritual who will not settle for anything less than the most prized female in the entire clan. This will be the start of his life's adventure, but is he strong enough to hold on to such a prize and does he even deserve it.
(This is the start of one story out of a few in this universe that I have been writing. But this is the first I have posted, so I will see how this goes and maybe polish up the others for release too, enjoy.)
Original: Fantasy (Witches, Elves...)
Story Content:
The moon was still low on the horizon as we crept towards the camp. This darkness would only last another half an hour and then the glow of that red planetoid would bask this entire area in its eery light. It was the blood moon that drove us, tonight was our one chance and we intended to take advantage of it. We crested the knoll on the northside of the encampment and got our first view of the target. The long white grass hid us well as my fellow raiders spread out along the ridge, desperate to view what was beyond. The field ahead had shortly cropped grass making it impossible to continue our clandestine approach, but it did not matter. Tradition dictated we bring the fight head on, pure battle in its fullest form. They had prepared well, a trench surrounded the camp and though it was shallow, it was also wide. This would slow our charge giving them time to muster when the attack happened. I could see sentries walking the perimeter, keeping their eyes cast outward and away from the fires inside the encampment. It was hard to tell much more about them, but it did not matter, we knew who they were, and we knew what to expect. As one of the sentries cast their gaze over our location, I could see the glint of their iridescent eyes. My blood began to heat as I felt my heart pounding harder. It took all my resolve not to stand and charge in a mad haze.
I looked down the line of men arrayed beside me, waiting for the charge. A sea of grey skin covered with red clan marks, our only coverings were the ceremonial loincloths we all wore. Each warrior carried his one preferred weapon, the one gifted to them at the age of accession by their blood mentor. My weapon was a Kastan, a curved broadsword the colour of obsidian, with a surface like polished glass that never dulled or stained. Most of my peers had axes or large two-handed swords. The Kastan was only gifted to those who showed superior skills in weaponry and it was a great honour to hold one. I could see the heat emanating from my fellow warriors as they breathed heavily through their short snouts. Some of them where twitching, trying hard to fight their natural urges and dig the horns that curved over the top of their scalps into the dirt beneath them.
Finally we felt it, no one has been able to explain the phenomenon but we all knew it to be true. As one, we rose, all of us knowing this was the time. Our bare toes dug into the soil as we launched ourselves off our hooved heels bellowing war cries as we charged. The sentry jerked at our appearance and bellowed something back into the camp. Instantly the place was alive, tent flaps flying open as bodies hurled themselves into the night to face the charge. I was ahead as we reached the trench and in one bound, I cleared the intervening space to land on the other side. The sentry before me was momentarily shocked at the fact I negated their puny defence with one jump. It was only a short moment and the female brought her sword around to cut at my side. I easily deflected the blow and brought my foot up to impact her bare stomach sending her flying across the camp. Although their ceremonial armour was more substantial than ours it still was not much. The females all wore the same leather that covered their top section down to just below the breasts leaving the arms and stomach bear save for some light wrist guards. The short skirts were made up of strips of leather hanging off the belt, a homage so we were told, to some ethereal race from our past. The only other part of the armour were some shin guards, leaving their legs as bare as mine. As the sentry landed, she expertly turned her fall into a roll and was back up in fighting stance before anyone could take advantage. My fellow raiders surged up the bank before she could re-engage me, and one stopped to challenge her. It was of no consequence to me, he had made his choice and win or lose, that would be his future. I had no interest in the smaller females, as a carrier of the Kastan I was expected to bring home a mighty prize and there was only one in this camp worthy of my attention.
My engagement with the sentry had allowed the others to pass me and make their way into the camp. The night air was filled with the sounds of battle as we pushed further inward. My eyes locked on the centre, where the biggest tents were positioned, that was where my quarry laid. As I made my way through the tents, I came to one of the open areas with a fire pit burning in the middle. One of my fellow warriors was engaged with a female, his axe swinging heavily at her in an attempt to wrench the sword from her hand as she deftly dodged his attacks. Another male came charging in to engage the one fighting the female. I shook my head at the idiotic display as the two young males fought each other. The female took full advantage of the situation scouring the original attacker whilst ramming her foot into the knee of the other. One fell to the ground dead whilst the other was on his knees. Quickly she circled around and thrust her sword through his chest ending the contest for both. As she withdrew her sword from his body, she turned to face me, ready for an attack. I stared at her for a moment, this was the first time I had chance to properly see a female. They were totally different from what I had expected, quite different from us but still the same. Their snouts were shorter and narrower than ours, in fact they could almost have been human if it were not for the ridges running up the front and the large nostrils. The skin had a slight purple tinge to the grey but otherwise much the same as ours. Where we males had horns coming from the back forwards over the scalp, theirs came from the forehead and reached back hugging the scull to end in a sharp upturned point. They seemed smaller than us with more curves and thinner tails, but it was the heaving mounds upon their chests which seemed to interest me the most. I stood there wondering what they would feel like and almost made a move to engage her, but my discipline took over and I turned to walk further into camp, leaving the female to the next challenger that would come along. I saw her shoulders sag as her eyes cast towards the floor, being passed over by a strong virile male was not something they took lightly. To be honest, she was a strong, mature and attractive female. I could see why the other two had fought over her, but I could not settle for anything less than my prize.
It was slow, working my way through the camp, every engagement had to be handled carefully as to not insight a duel with a female other than my pray. To my annoyance I stumbled onto one of my fellows who had already subdued his female. She laid on the ground under him, her arms secured behind her in the proper fashion by the leather thong we all carried. Both had various cuts on their bodies from the fight and her leather armour had one of the straps on the shoulder cut, allowing the male to pull it down and expose her breast. I could see that the nipple was a very dark shade of purple as it stood out in the cold night air. Her powerful legs were wrapped around his hips and from the tensing of the muscles I could see she was trying to crush him. She stared in defiance at him, not uttering a sound as the male forced himself inside her. He began to pump his shaft oblivious to her attempt to crush him. Her bare breast jumped as he slammed in harder and harder, her face still showing the same stubborn defiance. I knew that if he did it right, soon he would penetrate her bonding wall and she would give herself to the warrior that had proven himself. But until then she would fight him all the way. Because that was how it should be, no weakness. I turned away from the frenzied coupling and set my sights back on my target.
I was nearing the centre now, many of my bothers had already passed, there path evident by the few fallen male bodies. This is where the seasoned females were and only the most skilled of warriors could hope to survive here. I entered another open area to find five separate duels were under way, many had already fallen in this place and the males fighting now only seemed to be hanging on by a thread. I saw one get kicked clear across the empty space to land before a tent as the female responsible turned to defend herself from another attacker. The male sat up, pure rage in his eyes as he looked about trying to get his bearings. His weapon was lost, the frustration of what had just happened seemed to be building up to a frenzied madness in his eyes. His ears twitched bringing his attention to the tent flap behind him. Suddenly he turned and pulled it open, his flagrant disregard for the rituals both shocked and angered me. He reached in and I heard a squeal as he started to drag a small leg out of the tent. I let out a challenging roar making all movement around me to stop in an instant. My shout was not meant for this place, it was no challenge to duel but a promise of death. Driving my sword into the ground I charged towards the scene of my brethren’s disgrace, his dishonour not worthy of my weapon. He was momentarily frozen in place, his hand still gripping the young female’s ankle as his mind registered the challenge I had issued. His eyes shifted back to the anger he had previously displayed, but his comprehension of the situation was too late. My shoulder connected with his abdomen sending the disgraced male further into the clearing. The young female now free from his grasp scurried back towards the tent, pure fear colouring her features at the site of two enraged males. Before I could move forward a small hand pressed against my chest distracting me from my target. I looked down to see a fully matured female staring back at me. Her iridescent blue eyes locked intently into mine, creating a communication I had not experienced before and calming my enraged state. I looked past her to see all fighting around the clearing had ceased. Two females were seizing the fallen male as he twisted on his knees, all the other males had stabbed their weapons into the ground and stood with arms folded in disgust. Out of the shadows one of the moon guardians revealed themselves. The full robes and hood obscuring any detail of who they were, everyone knew that during the mating of the blood moon they were the law. Approaching the male, it stood over him ominously, not saying a word. Without warning the clerics hand shot forward raking down the fallen male’s face, marking him forever as an exile. The male screamed in defiance at the form before him as the females dragged him further into camp. His clan marks would be destroyed and then he would be released. With the mark of an exile, he would find no shelter among our people, forced to live in the wilderness, any person who came across him was not bound by the laws of our people. To kill an outcast means nothing in either honour or consequence. I looked around to find everyone watching as the male was taken kicking and screaming from our sight. I nodded to the female before me and turned to leave the site of my former brother’s disgrace.
Finally, I reached the middle of the camp, as I entered the clearing my blood ran hot as my heart pounded in my chest. There in front of the largest tent she stood with five males dead at her feet as she engaged another. She was by far the largest woman I had seen, our race never stops growing until we are in our twilight years, so you could tell someone’s age usually by their size. This female was taller than any other, she was a head taller than me. I watched with unbridle lust as she fought the male before her. She had long shining silver hair, denoting a female of seasoned but still fertile age, tied into a ponytail. Thick powerful thighs led up to wide hips, her size had made the skirt she wore barely cover her large juicy ass and I could see it bounce and ripple as she moved. The lines curved into a narrow-toned stomach and then back out a pair of large breasts that were barely contained by leather top. The fit was so small that the bottom curve of her mountainous bust was exposed. She swung her battle axe over her head making them bounce and with a crashing blow she drove her opponent into the ground shattering his defence while cleaving his skull. Her boot came up to send him sailing out of the clearing. In the light of day, the clan marks on her body would be dull lines running across her skin, at night however they took on the aspect of the moon and now, they were deep red. Casually she swung the battle axe onto her shoulder and turned to me with a bored expression. I could see now that she had a nose ring, meaning she carried the ambrosia, this made her an even higher prize and steeled my resolve.
“Another little worm come to die I see” She said in a mocking manner.
Slowly I lifted my sword into a low defensive posture, her iridescent purple eyes flickered with recognition at the weapon. She pursed her lips and I noticed how thick they were, the same shade of purple as the nipple I had seen earlier.
“It’s been almost a decade since I have seen someone wielding a Kastan. The clan must be in a dire state if they are giving them to little scruts like you” She said.
I ignored her barbs as I circled around to give myself room to manoeuvre.
“Come then little pup, die at the hands of Kayella The Bear, chieftain of this camp. Let us see if you can survive long enough to know your mistake”.
I kept my eyes focused, the blood lust inside me heightening my senses beyond anything I had felt before. She stood resting casually, unbothered by me whilst pulling down the front of her armour in a vain attempt to cover her breasts. Quickly I lashed at her with a right-hand sweep witch she battered away with the handle of her axe, I rolled to the side knowing her next move. Her leg kicked out and met nothing but air, this caused her to overextend and I took advantage. My sword whipped around and nicked her thigh as I continued my movement and separated before her counterstrike, constant movement was key. She looked down at the small cut I had inflicted and smirked.
“Not bad little worm, but you are going to pay for that”.
It felt like we had been fighting for hours but I knew it had at most only been about half that. We were both sweating and panting, with smalls cuts dotted around our bodies. Kayella had scored a few hits on my chest and legs. I intern had nicked her stomach, arms and one on the shoulder which cut the strap holding her armour. The top was so tight that it had not made a difference, but it had started to ride up and I could see the bottom of her dark purple areola. The woman’s body sheened with wetness as she prepared for another attack, she had more reach than me by dint of her size and weapon, but I had speed and manoeuvrability. She was not as confident as when we first started, her attacks were calculated now, not just off hand gestures to an impudent appointment. This swelled me with pride, she was taking me seriously now. The moon had risen, casting the land in a red glow of blood. I could feel the yearning inside me and cast a quick lustful glance down her body. My eyes got fixed for a second on her large breasts as they heaved from her heavy breathing. Before I could realize my mistake, she moved, taking full advantage of the distraction. Keyella striked out with speed inconsistent with her size and was upon me in a second. She brought her mighty battle axe round and battered my weapon from its grip, the black blade flying away as she swept the handle of her own weapon into my chest. The hit drove all the air from my lungs as I fell onto my back, momentarily paralysed. The female chieftain stood over me in the same relaxed fashion she did when I first saw her.
“You should try to win your prize before ogling it. You did not fight too bad for a piece of dung, but you never had a chance. I am Keyella The Bear, chieftain and no male will ever breed me. Not least a scrawny little pup like you, my body will remain mine. Count it as a blessing that I end your little life now”.
She swung her battle axe above her head and began to bring it down in a killing blow, but the weapon was large and slow. At the point I knew she was committed I rolled to the side only narrowly missing the blade. It hit with a loud thud as the power she used made it sink deep. I lashed out with my leg catching her hard stomach, Kayella doubled over slightly from the blow letting out a grunt. She struggled to free her weapon as I rose to take advantage. Swiftly I kicked off the handle of her weapon berrying it deeper and tackled her to the ground as she swung her fist into the side of my head, making me see stars. The larger female rolled over straddling me with her thick thighs. She tried to rain blows down on me, but I caught her wrists holding them in place. Kayella may have been larger and stronger than me but I had better conditioning. My stamina was unrivalled and she was getting weaker, her laboured breathing was evidence of her fatigue. I could feel her warm womanhood pressing against my ever-hardening shaft. She struggled making them rub together giving me the last drive I needed. Slowly I started to push back sitting up as a did, Kayella fell off my lap, her juicy rump planting in the dirt. Her purple eyes widening in shock as I overpowered her.
“Release me you little rat!!!!!!!!” She screamed in outrage.
I began to force her hands behind her head, as I pushed further, our chests pressed together allowing me to feel the softness of her breasts as they were crushed against me. She was larger than me and her wrists were too thick for me to hold with one hand. Sharply I brought forward my head, the hardened scalp impacting hers to cause the large chieftain to rear back disoriented. This gave me opportunity to snatch the thong from my hip and lock her wrists together behind her head while sliding the noose over one hand.
“Release me you little wretch, your puny body cannot satisfy me, this is pointless!!!!!!” She shouted.
I had managed to untangle my legs from hers and rise to my feet bringing the proud chieftain up to her knees before me. I still had her wrists locked behind her head and in one practiced motion I released one of her hands and brought the other sharply around her back twisting it as I went. The large warrior woman fell forward with a grunt planting her face in the dirt. Before she could recover, I seized her free wrist and pulled it behind her back to meet the other. With a speed and efficiency that comes from hours of practice a began to bind her arms with the thong. When I was finished, I leaned back to admire my handywork. Her elbows were bound to each other, pulling the shoulders back and heavy chest out as the thong wrapped around her arms down to the wrists just like I was taught. Kayella’s legs were held together by my own as I sat on them, my eyes traced up her bare thick thigh while I leaned forward to flick the leather strips of her skirt away. I was rewarded by an unbridled view of her juicy but firm cheeks. On instinct I swatted one of the orbs making it ripple and bounce.
“Don’t you dare touch me you little wretch!!!
Slowly I bent down whilst running my finger over the soft grey skin of her upper thigh and whispered onto the bound woman’s outward sloping pointed ear.
“Once I have conquered your body you will be mine and I will breed you every chance I get” I said, the lust of the moment controlling my actions.
Her head snapped to the side as she looked at me with pure venom, gradually I sat back up and noticed that we were not alone. The women of the surrounding tents were all stood outside watching us, most of them dressed in ceremonial armour. They were here to witness a large moment in history. It had been untold years since a chieftain had been taken and never by a unbonded male on his first hunt, they wanted to see it with their own eyes. In my mind I knew this, but it did not stop the situation from unnerving me slightly. Luckily as I looked down at my spoils, all thought of my audience vanished as the heat in my blood took over. I seized my bound prize by her wide hips and began to lift them off the ground. I jammed my legs between hers and forced them open spreading her strong thighs apart. She resisted all the way as I shuffled forward pushing her knees under her. The buxom warrior’s chest was still pressed into the dirt as her juicy ass floated in front of me. I reached down and ripped the loin cloth from my body leaving me completely naked. Her tail wrapped around my waist trying to force me off, but it was too weak. I ran my finger under the strap of tight leather strip she wore for underwear, pulling it out of the valley of her cheeks and in one swift pull I snaped it, making her flinch. My shaft was at its full erection as it pointed directly at the bare purple lips of her pussy. I pressed forward and as the head touched the moist warmth of her mound a shudder ran through me. She squirmed as I began to penetrate her, my cock forced the lips of her pussy apart and I felt the smooth tightness of her inner walls. I started to feed more of my shaft into her, basking in the pure ecstasy of it. The large war maidens toned back muscles tensed and bunched at my intrusion. I only managed to get my meat two thirds of the way in before I hit her bonding wall, she grunted as the head pushed against it. My fingers dug into her hips as I tried to force my way past, making Kayella let out a chuckle.
“You pathetic little wretch, take that worm out of me and go back to your games. You cannot hope to conquer a real woman’s body”.
With that she clamped down her pussy, gripping my shaft hard, I gritted my teeth as I started to pull back. The luscious female took this as a sign I intended to withdraw and loosened her grip. As soon as I felt the pressure eb I forced my shaft back inside as hard as I could. The head bounced off her wall as I began to thrust faster and harder. The buxom warrior was taken so off guard that she could not clamp down on me again. I started to thrust harder and faster, my cock slamming into the wall like a battering ram on the gate. Her large cheeks bounced violently as I increased my pace while burying my fingers in the soft flesh. Kayella regained her wits enough to make one last desperate attempt to dislodge me. Swiftly she raised her torso, arching her back in an attempt to skewer me with her rear facing horns. Luckily, I was not so much in the heat of our coupling that I forget who I was dealing with. My hand shot forward just as fast and seized her horn holding the bound chieftain in place. I pulled her head making her back arch further and whispered into her ear again.
“That is a very dirty trick for a proud chieftain”.
“Release me you filthy little maggot!!!!!!!!! Take that thing out and run away whilst you still can. Face it, you cannot conquer a body like this, you are weak and pathetic”. She snarled.
“I am not the one bound and being taken by a superior warrior, I will fill you with my seed and claim you as my own, mighty chieftain”.
With that I reached around to yank her leather armour all the way up, releasing her massive breasts to slap against her flat stomach and then hang like giant pendulums. The restrictive clothing had squeezed them so much that when free they were twice the size. Her dark purple nipples stuck out like spears in the cold night air, her luscious form on full display as I held it upright.
“You have wide childbearing hips” I growled, giving her a powerful thrust.
“And a bosom that could nurture an army” I continued as I reached up and seized one of her mountainous breasts, my hand nearly disappearing as I squeezed the soft flesh.
“You were made to be bred”.
I thrusted up into her pussy which was answered by a rewarding grunt from the proud warrior woman. On the second thrust I noticed that the wall was starting to give and with renewed enthusiasm I began to pound into her again. The position we were in meant I could not use my full strength to force my way inside her. Reluctantly I released her large udder and began to force her back down with the arm still holding her horn. Slowly the body of the luscious warrior began to bend, her huge bare breasts were crushed into the dirt making the soft flesh squeeze out to the sides. Once I had her back in position, I renewed my hard and fast pace, cock sliding in and out of her juicy pussy. Her body jerked every time I bottom out making her plump ass bounce. The proud chieftain was grunting with every thrust, her bonding wall slowly succumbing to my hard pounding.
Finally, I broke through and as my shaft entered her fully, I roared in triumph. I could hear gasps all around me, but I did not care. Kayella’s head was laid on the ground and I could see she had her eyes firmly shut as her features contorted. I stayed there for a moment, my cock nearly fully inside her warm soft pussy as her juicy ass cheeks squeezed against my stomach. Slowly I began to pump again, feeling the walls of her inner sanctum grip my shaft. My pace began to pick up again as put more and more power into it, with every hard thrust the proud chieftain moaned.
“Aah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah”
Her tail no longer tried to push me away, instead it pulled me closer, inviting me deeper inside. When I finally got back up to speed, I felt myself hitting her second wall of defence, the womb. Her pussy was dripping wet, and my shaft glided in and out un impeded as I rutted her. Harder and harder I pounded, her body surging with every thrust. I pulled out to the head and with all my strength I forced my way in, penetrating her womb. The proud chieftain screamed as I growled in satisfaction, her womb gripping the head of my cock tight as after a couple more thrusts I feel my orgasm race forward. My thick seed began to pump into her womb as the buxom woman moaned beneath me. I was inserted up to the hilt, my shaft fully encased in her womanhood as I filled her with my cum. Finally, after what seemed like an ever-stretching eternity of bliss I felt the flow stop. My blood still burned as my cock throbbed inside my prize. Slowly I pulled out and rolled her large, luscious form onto its back, Kayella stared at me with impartial features as I lined up to take her again. This time she did not fight, her thick thighs spread by themselves and invite me in. Her red clan lines came down from the shoulders swirling around the nipples of her heavy breasts, their light dulled by the dirt and sweat covering her chest. As the head of my shaft began to spread the lips of her pussy it broke her natural expression as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, flaring her large nostrils. As I fed more of my shaft into her soft wet hole Kayella’ss juicy purple lips parted in silent surprise. My head began to push against her womb again, but this time it only took a little extra force to break through. It sealed tight around the shaft as I felt my previous deposit still held tight within, moving around the head. The luscious chieftain moaned deeply at my penetration of her inner most sanctum. As I looked down her eyes were open and staring at me, but this time there was a hunger to her expression.
“You……. You are my conqueror, this body is yours to breed my mate” She stated, her voice shaky at best.
Pure lust took over at the sound of those words and I pulled back to the head and slammed forward. Kayella screamed as I began to rut her again, her head pushed back as her body arched. I felt her tail wrapping around my calf as I watched her fat breasts roll up and down her body. My hands reached out to grip the mounds of flesh, smearing the dirt covering them. My fingers sank into the soft fat of her udders as I increased my pounding, making her juicy ass sink onto the soil with every powerful thrust. The sounds of our mating filled the air as I grunted and roared whilst Kayella lost herself.
“Yes yes yes yeesssssssss, give it to me!!! Fill me with your seed!!!! Breed me! Take me!!!!!! She screamed.
I pounded the luscious body before me, my mind clouded with the heat of lust. I do not know how long this went on for, the part of my brain that would be concerned with those things had long since shut down. I do know that some time had passed with Kayella’s body going into fits of spasms making her scream out in unbridled ecstasy. Eventually I felt it again, the building climax that preceded me filling her with my cum. I picked up my thrusting which seemed to knock the buxom chieftain out of the comatose daze she had adopted. Her purple eyes stared up at me with an intensity that drove me harder than before.
“Breed me! Make me swell with your child!” She said through gritted teeth.
With one more titanic thrust I began to pump my thick cum directly onto her womb, Kayella’s eyes rolled up as she let out a deep throaty moan. As I emptied myself inside her my seed joined the deposit I had given her earlier and I could see her stomach start to stretch from the strain. Before it could distend any further the dam broke and the thick white cum started squirt out around my buried shaft to run down between her supple cheeks. I released my grip on her large soft breasts and began to pull my cock out of her over filled pussy. Her inner walls seemed to grip my shaft as if trying to stop its retreat. As the head slid out it was followed by a flow of my seed that ran down to join the puddle already beneath her. I sat back in the dirt catching my breath as Kayella laid still before me, her chest rising with every deep breath, eyes blinking. I looked up at the moon and realized it had been a whole two hours since I entered this clearing, the raid would be finished by now. Every male who still breathed would have their mate and those who did not would not pollute the clan with their weakness anymore, as was tradition. Unfortunately, that thought did not give me much solace for the loss of my brothers. Eventually I saw the proud chieftains body begin to move, she sat up and brought her legs under her to a kneeling position. I remembered this to be part of the ceremony and crossed my legs to sit facing her. The buxom warrior was covered in dirt and sweat, her large breasts still exposed, laying softly above her toned stomach. I knew the only reason they were that big was because of the ambrosia, the extra weight dragged them down slightly, but they still stuck out as if defying gravity. Her skirt was splayed across her thick thighs and I could see my seed still dripping down from her bare pussy. She studied me for a moment before speaking.
“What is your name? She asked.
“I am Nestal of the tribe Storms Bite, carrier of the Kastan” I replied
“Why did you seek me out?”
I was confused for a moment, this was not how the tradition was supposed to go. I shrugged it off, she was a chieftain after all.
“I have heard stories of your power and skill. I knew that no less of a woman would be fit to be my first mating” I said hoping that was what she wanted to hear.
She cocked her eyebrow as she stared into my eyes, considering my response, one of the first signs of emotion I had seen since she knelt there. The bound woman stiffened into attention as her eyes locked forward.
“I am Kayella the bear, chieftain of the tribe Swift River and now your mate. I will serve you with my body and mind. I will bear your children so they may grow and add strength to the clan. This is my vow to you, my conqueror.”
I sat there stunned for a moment, although I had imagined this very moment a hundred times over it was still so surreal to comprehend. Even in her bound and dishevelled state, Kayella exuded power and strength. To see this mighty warrior pledge herself to me was like watching a dream. After a moment I realized I had been staring at her too long and quickly recited my part of the ritual.
“I accept your vow Kayella the bear and I swear to honour you and our clan. Together we stand stronger.”
She stared deep into my eyes as I spoke, searching for the truth of who I was. Seeming to find at least a temporary satisfaction as to who I was, she finished.
“Come my mate and claim your prize”.
I stood and walked over to my fallen blade, as I retrieved it my hand began to unwrap the thick piece of leather around the hilt. I approached the bound warrior and circled behind her, stabbing my sword into the soil. I took the strap and placed it around her neck, I adjusted the clasp, so the black leather collar sat snugly in place. Retrieving my weapon, I moved back in front of her, the silver brand of my line sitting proudly over her throat as a small chain hung from the front falling between her mountainous breasts. As she bore children their marks would be added to the chain, emblazoned on silver disc's. Satisfied the collar was seated properly I returned behind the half-naked woman and cut her bonds with my sword. As she stood, I strode over to her berried battle axe and seized it below the blade. With a swift pull I yanked it from the ground and turned to walk back. Kayella had a slightly confused expression that I enjoyed, I had a feeling her demeaner would be stoic and unflinching, so I was going to enjoy the times I could break her mask. As I approached, I held the weapon out before me in both hands and offered it to her.
“Why?” She asked.
I could understand her confusion, usually after a female was defeated the male took on the role of warrior and she lost her weapon, protection of the clans future being more paramount than their fighting prowess. Only on exceedingly rare occasions did the male offer a female back her weapon so she may continue to fight as a warrior.
“As I said, I know the stories of your deeds and I respect your skill and strength too much to rob our clan of such a powerful warrior. I offer you back your weapon so we may battle together as a true bounded pair.”
A moment of shock and surprise crossed her face, but the same stern expression came back almost as quick.
“You honour me my mate, it would seem this is a night full of surprises.” She replied while taking the weapon from my hands.
She cast a glance over my body and then back up to lock her purple eyes with mine as she swung the large weapon back into its position, resting on her shoulder. The move made her large bare breasts swing and bounce deliciously as she stood like a statue of a goddess filled with lust and violence. |
Title: (Makoto & Ann) Thievin' Aint Easy
Chapter title: What-hell-is-gym
Story Description:
Some general roughfucking between two inexplicably fit and curvy Persona gals. With dicks.
You'll never see it- *BLAM*
Games: Persona
Story Content:
Makoto grunted as she hoisted the bar, her biceps trembling fiercely, lips pulled back from her teeth in a strained grimace. This was her fifth set of the day, and she’d just added an extra five kilograms to the twenty-five she’d already been lifting. Her only reprieve – the only thing driving her on – was the steady gaze of Ann’s eyes, standing behind the bench ready to catch the bar if Makoto was to drop it. Of course, Makoto could barely see those lovely green eyes beyond the vast jut of Ann’s chest: magnificent tits that strained her red sports bra near to bursting.
The two friends had similar builds. Toned and obscenely curvy, suited for the gym and the bedroom. They were perfect for each other. As Makoto set the barbell on the rack, and exhaled a rumbling growl. Before her arms could flop down limply, Ann caught her wrists, smiling radiantly as she held the red-eyed cutie’s arms up.
“No resting yet,” Ann said, moving Makoto’s arms back and forth like levers. “You still have five more sets!”
“You’re joking.”
“Yeah, I am.” Ann stuck out her tongue – then released Makoto’s wrists. Makoto sat up, sweat rolling down her face, her back, her shining abs. She sucked a few deep breaths, her thighs spread wide over the bench. When she felt Ann sit behind her and smush those gigantic boobs up against her shoulderblades, Makoto shuddered pleasantly.
“We shouldn’t. Uh, weights. Dangerous.” Even as Makoto spoke, Ann trickled long, agile fingers up and down her chiselled sides, playing with her hips, her stomach…the undersides of her breasts. Makoto puffed sharply and tossed a glare over her left shoulder. She could only see Ann’s right eye, narrowed with smoky delight.
“Don’t you like ‘dangerous’?”
“Sexy dangerous. Not ‘crushed to death’ dangerous.”
“That’s fair. Hey – I see some nice, comfy mats over there…”
They stood. Makoto was reluctant to part her body from Ann’s, but the promise of the future made it possible, just for a moment, to free her back from the press of those sports-bra-clad udders. She walked to the gym mats, Ann’s hip swaying closely behind her buttcheek. God, Makoto was turned on: the front of her trunks bulged obscenely, getting a big fat fem-boner from her friend’s presence alone. They had never elevated their relationship status to ‘girlfriends’ – not officially – but they did things even a married, hardcore BDSM-loving couple would gawk in shock at.
When Makoto turned, she was shocked to see Ann removing her trunks. As they fell, every inch of Ann’s massive fuckpillar sprang into the open, bouncing before her, throbbing proudly. Ann mounted a fist on a hip and grinned at Makoto, a sultry shine in her eyes. “Well? What workout should we try next?”
Makoto hooked her thumbs into her trunks and shoved them down her legs. Her own girlcock sprang up, dense and veiny, with smooth, weighty nuts hanging against her thighs. She curled a hand under her meat and pumped, chewing her lip indecisively. “Actually…” she breathed. “I can’t stop thinking about your tits.”
“Oho.” Ann winked – and then stepped forward. For a moment, their cockheads nuzzled together, spurting globs of precum over each other’s rigid shafts. Then Ann stooped into a low, powerful squat, dragging her tits down Makoto’s abs and meat as she descended. She made sure to tug out the hem of her sports bra so Makoto’s cock could slide up between her massive, sweaty boobs – and emerge from her cleavage, poking her chin through the red fabric. As the material darkened over Makoto’s tip, Ann squeezed her breasts together and worked them up and down in ferocious pumps, squeezing one eye shut while the other peered at Makoto in glee. “Are you still thinking about them? My humongous, soft, perky-“
“Ghh.”
“Oh, don’t let me distract you. I’m only jerking you off with my titanic-“
“Haah-”
“-pillowy-”
“Ann, you’re gonna-”
Ann clamped her biceps around her boobs and squeezed, smooching her plump lips around the bulge of Makoto’s tip and slurping precum through her sports bra, pumping her chest up and down in brutal jerks! “Mmgh!”
Makoto clenched her fists and tossed her head back, stunned to silence. The rush of bliss started in her groin and cascaded outwards, consuming every other sensation in her body. She drowned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her teeth clenching in a violent ahegao. She seized Ann’s pigtails and RAMMED her hips forward. Ann gagged as the cockbulge filled her mouth, poking her tonsils, and bucked in release. Makoto came through the fabric of Ann’s sports bra, flooding her throat with creamy spunk. Ann’s boobs were too much, swaddling Makoto’s cock like heavenly pillows, melting her resistance until nothing remained but the need to cum.
Makoto held Ann down, croaking and squawking on the volumes of spunk firing down her gullet. Ann’s green eyes blurred. Her pink lips sucked harder, vacuum-sealing to the deteriorated fabric, slurping until the material perished and she was sucking Makoto’s naked dick. Another pump, and Makoto felt her glans slide through the pudge of Ann’s tonsils, pinning her uvula to the top of her throat.
At last, a flash of ecstasy made Makoto lose her grip. Ann threw her head back sharply, flinging her pigtails in a sweat-shimmering arc. As Makoto staggered back, Ann gasped and gulped for air, her abs tensing, her chest heaving, big nipples bulging under the drenched fabric of her sports bra.
“Whoa…” Makoto groaned, still reeling from her intense orgasm. “Whhhuh.”
Ann didn’t say anything. Still panting, she fixed her eyes on Makoto and stood. The motion was complex, like she was extricating herself from the floor instead of simply standing. Makoto nearly whimpered when Ann grasped under her sports bra and lifted, peeling the fabric forward and around her titanic tits, exposing their overflowing flesh until her udders flopped free in a sweaty cascade. Cum oozed from her underboob and down her gleaming abs, over the base of her rock-hard dick…
“Bend over.”
Makoto hissed with unbearable arousal. She could not disobey – not when Ann was glaring at her with those predatory eyes. There was an exercise ball nearby: Makoto bent over it, wrapping her arms around the ball while she teetered on the flats of her feet. Her tits smushed outwards, pancaking deliciously over the orb. “Be gentle?”
“No way.” Ann approached, her hefty cock swinging from side to side with each step. At last, she reached Makoto and slid her hands over the waiting slut’s ass. Soft and perky, with firm glutes beneath. Ann’s lips curled into a smile. “This’ll be your biggest workout yet. Ready?”
“No-” Before Makoto could say anything else, she felt her asshole stretch around Ann’s brutally thick cock. Makoto squealed as Ann pounded her ass, launching into full pelt from the very beginning. The blondie cried out in pleasure, rocking over Makoto with powerful surges, thrusting balls-deep with every strike. Makoto could feel that monstrous dick stirring up her guts, plap-plap-plapping against her insides, rocking her back and forth on the exercise ball.
“Fuck!” Ann cried, bending lower over Makoto until her pearly-white titties smushed against the brunette’s back. “You’re perfect, you’re-nngh!” Ann’s eyes tilted back as pleasure sparked behind them. She grasped Makoto’s arms for support and flew into the next level of their fuck, slamming Makoto with all her force, all her weight. The two lovers went back and forth in long motions, both of their faces transforming into rosy masks of bliss. SPLAP! SPLAP! CLAP! Ann’s balls pounded against Makoto’s, plunging every inch of her girlcock in and out of the brunette’s quivering, clenching asshole and guts. Makoto’s own cock swelled back to full mast, draped down the back of the exercise ball until it nearly touched the floor, pumping gluts of seed into a growing pool. Even more cream dredged and spluttered from her ass – and between her teeth, pumped all the way through her system by Ann’s prodigious cock and balls.
At last, Ann lowered her lips to Makoto’s cheek and kissed her. Makoto moaned and turned her head, looking into her lover’s eyes. They locked lips in desperate adoration. Ann snaked an arm around Makoto’s neck to pull her closer, then rooted herself balls-deep in the brunette’s guts – and came. Ann’s load was much heavier than Makoto’s. Miss Niijima went cross-eyed, her cheeks bulging a moment before cum sprayed from her mouth and nostrils, surging out in wild arcs and slopping to the floor. Ann crooned and swayed, bloating Makoto’s stomach with her load, giving her a beautiful cum-gut. By the time she stopped cumming, Makoto’s belly was big and round, gurgling full of ballslop.
Ann leaned back…and then rose from Makoto’s soaking, devastated body. Ann’s cock emerged in a long, slimy motion, drizzling jizz from every inch of her drooping member. She stood back and looked over Makoto with simmering pride, hands on her hips and hunger in her eyes.
“Mh. Ready, babe?”
Makoto could barely even think. She was so full, coughing up fat wads of seed while even more poured from her gaping, twitching asshole. She groaned faintly and said, “Ready for..?”
She eeped when Ann swung her massive cock across her asscheeks – cock-slapping Makoto’s rear sharply! “What else?” Ann asked, trickling the fingers of one hand around Makoto’s hollowed-out hole. “For the next set, of course.” |
Title: (MHA) Short King's Rule - The Week it All Began
Chapter title: The-Week-it-all-Began
Story Description:
Izumi Midoriya is desperate to gain the attentions of her crush. In doing so, she makes a deal with an unexpected ally - and gains something much better than a boyfriend.
NTR, Female Izuku (Izumi Midoriya), Large Cock, etc.
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(Day 1 - Evening)
Izumi Midoriya watched from around the corner as the young man and woman laughed softly to each other, the girl leaning into the boy’s chest as they sat on the couch. Fighting back tears, Izumi turned around and quietly walked back to the elevator, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was the middle of summer, with nearly all of U.A. 's Class-1A having left the Height’s Alliance dorms for the week, citing time off, various family outings, and other such things. This left only 4 people behind - Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyoruzu, Minoru Mineta, and Izumi herself.
While the Izumi of first year wouldn’t have minded the lack of people, now that she was all grown up (in her mind, as she was 21, in her final year of U.A.) she craved being around her friends and classmates - her family, that had become so close during their war against All for One.
To make matters worse, there was a massive heat wave happening. As such, the remaining four occupants tended to wear loose fitting clothes, in some cases even not wearing any at all (case in point, Izumi wasn’t wearing a bra under her loose fitting tank-top, her luscious EE-Cup breasts bouncing too and fro). This alone drove Izumi crazy, as she was seeing her longtime crush shirtless quite a bit.
The heat had an added effect of making the place reek of…something. The smell was having an…unusual effect on Izumi, making her mind go blank, her core heat up. One time, she even felt herself become wet when she took a deep breath. No one could put their fingers on it…however, Izumi did notice that it usually got worse when Mineta walked into a room.
However, none of that mattered, not anymore. Her longtime crush, one of her best friends…had found someone else. Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyoruzu were clearly very happy with each other, as evident from their little moment on the couch.
Izumi couldn’t help but feel hurt - not just that her crush had a significant other already, but with Momo. The girl knew she liked Shoto - all the girls did - but the rich girl apparently didn’t value their friendship enough to not make a move or accept his confession. Izumi knew that she was being petty and unfair…but damn it, she couldn’t help feeling hurt.
Choking back a sob, Izumi stomped out of the elevator, before coming to a stop, looking around. “Oh…” She croaked out in a small voice. She had, unknowingly, wandered onto the boy’s side of the dorms. Shaking her head, she realized why - she had come to seek the one person who would have comforted her, and always been on her side - Katsuki Bakugou.
After repairing their friendship - and the trauma of him nearly dying to Tomura Shigaraki - the two had become an inseparable pair, having a tight brother-sister dynamic. Izumi had helped him confess to his longtime crush (which had been very, very amusing to see the usually emotionally constipated Katsuki asking out the rather thick-headed Kirishima) and Katsuki had become a rock that she could come to for anything.
Except now, he was one of those not in the dorms, and couldn’t help her. Given how they still had six days before everyone returned, Izumi realized that she didn’t really have anyone to go to.
“Yo, whatcha doin here Midoriya?”
Izumi turned and caught sight of the short, grape-themed pervert of their class, Minoru Mineta. The short young man was peeking his head out of his dorm room, casually eyeing Izumi up. The One for All bearer had grown to not mind the young man’s lustful looks (and, in secret, even enjoyed them to some extent), especially since her…growth spurt.
Minata’s eyes traveled up and down Izumi’s body, the short man taking in the Amazonian stature of his classmate and friend. Izumi had really, really hit a growth spurt halfway through their second year (that many believed was due to One for All) and it left her looking like she was sculpted from marble. Standing at an impressive 6’2’’ (just barely beating our Shouji as the tallest in class), Izumi’s muscles were rather prominent, in a way reminiscent of the now-deceased Stars and Stripes.
Somehow, in some weird way, this added her massive EE-Cup tits (the second biggest in class, much to Mineta’s joy), her smooth skin, and her killer ass, which had ballooned into the biggest, bounciest piece of ass-meat in Class-1A. All of this was barely contained in a loose fitting tank top and a pair of tight fitting green short shorts. Mineta could tell from his angle, and from years of perversion, that Izumi was wearing neither a bra or panties.
Mineta’s perversions, however, took a quick back seat when he saw the distress in his friend’s eyes, his sympathy overpowering his desire to fuck 1A’s Amazon Queen. Opening the door fully, Mineta exited his room for the hallway, unintentionally releasing more of the weird smelling air Izumi’s way.
Izumi unintentionally shuddered as the unknown scent invaded her senses, attacking the raw, primal parts of her brain. Still overpowered by sadness, Izumi didn’t take note of her bodies’ reaction to the scent - namely, her nipples becoming erect and the dripping honey of arousal from her pussy.
“Oh, hello Mineta.” She mumbled out. “I-I’m sorry for disturbing you, I just-”
“Midoriya.” Mineta cut her off, raising an eyebrow. “You have always been a terrible liar, so please just be honest with me. What happened?”
Fighting back a fierce blush, Izumi’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I…I saw Momo and Shoto…together.”
Mineta’s eyes widened as he began to inch towards the elevator. “Ahh, I see. I’ll just go make sure-”
“Not in that way, pervert!” Izumi cried out, stomping after her classmates. “They were just cuddling on the couch!”
Mineta stopped and scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. “Ahh, right, of course…damn it.”
Izumi shook her head fondly. Mineta’s perversions had never been fully welcomed by her, but she did know that his heart was in the right place. Hell, the little guy had even stayed to fight All for One’s forces, which is more than can be said for some of the actual Pro-Heros at the time. So, in the end, Izumi would give him the benefit of the doubt.
(It didn’t hurt that, after hearing one of his comments towards Eri, she had strung him up by his feet and held a rust knife to his crotch. From then, Mineta had managed to keep his perversions limited to a select group of women his age and older after that mistake.)
“Ok, so Yaomomo and Todoroki are an item.” Mineta stated, pulling Izumi from her thoughts, and bringing her down again. “What does that have to…do with…oh.” He finished lamely, seeing Izumi become more depressed. Sighing, Mineta walked over and took his friend’s hand. “Come inside, we can talk about it.”
Izumi had never been inside Mineta’s room before, but she wasn’t really surprised by its decor. Lots of pinups of Pro-Heroines, including Mt. Lady, Mirko, and the Wild Wild Pussycats. Thrown in among them were some posters from Hanime, and some light eroge mangas.
“No Midnight?” Izumi felt compelled to ask, flinching at the reminder of their teacher’s sacrifice.
Mineta shook his head in response. “It didn’t feel right after…you know.” Sighing, Mineta climbed up and sat on his chair, gesturing for Izumi to sit on his bed. The green haired babe did so, plopping down, her massive tits unintentionally jiggling, drawing Mineta’s eyes as they bounced too and fro.
Izumi took a deep breath, the strange smell seemingly more…concentrated in Mineta’s room then it was throughout the rest of the dorms. She squirmed as she could feel her shorts dampen from her pussy juice. Mineta smirked at this, knowing that it was driving Izumi’s reactions.
“So, you liked Todoroki, huh?” Mineta started, dragging Izumi into the conversation. “That’s rough, but you know-”
“I know what you’re about to say.” Izumi cut him off, her annoyance rising. “”There are other fish in the sea” right? Or maybe, “He’s just one guy, you can find another!” Well has anyone ever considered that I don’t want another guy! That I want the first one I had a crush on!”
Izumi took several deep breaths, forcibly calming herself before she got too angry. “I don’t know if you know how it feels for the first person you’ve had a crush on to be with someone else! Someone who knew how I felt!”
“Momo knew?” Mineta asked, legitimate shock showing on his face.
“YES!” Izumi screamed, falling back onto the bed. It was slightly comedic, as the bed was for someone much smaller than her, meaning that Izumi just barely avoided running her head through the wall. “Momo knows and she is still with him! What kind of a friend does that, just betrays another friend, without even saying anything! God, what the hell is wrong with her!
Mineta, while letting his friend think, was distracted by a new sight - Midoriya’s pussy juice was leaking and staining the crotch of her shorts, the area damp with her arousal. Not just that, but her top had slid up, allowing him to view her washboard abs (which he was very, VERY attracted to) and even a little underboob.
All of the lust that had been building up through the three years of UA University - all the horrors he’d witnessed - was about to explode from the short man. He knew what he wanted - what he needed. Plus, he had some dirt on Todoroki anyway. And maybe, this would help him make headway on his plan for a harem. Either that, or get him killed by All Might’s successor, but the risk was worth it. So, Mineta’s perverted mind went to work as he thought of a plan that would help HIM get what he wanted.
“Well, I can’t speak for Yaomomo, but I might have a way to help you get Todoroki’s attention.” Mineta had to hold back his perverted grin as Izumi sat straight up, her massive tits. “He’s a guy right?”
“I mean…yes.” Izumi couldn’t help but say dryly.
“No, I mean he’s a man - he’s got needs and desires, just like all men do. He may try to hide it, but he’s a red hot sexual animal, like all guys are.” Mineta explained, his words bringing a light blush to Izumi’s face.
“Well yea, I guess…and the therapy we forced him into probably helped.” Izumi remarked.
“Right! So, while there are emotional reasons he’s with Yaomomo, their relationship is still young - its fragile. And honestly, he probably feels the same way about you. So, what’s the deciding factor?”
Seeing Izumi’s confused look, Mineta carried on. “Sexual compatibility!”
Izumi’s blush grew brighter as Mineta’s perverted grin got bigger. “Min-Mineta! That's so…lewd!” The Amazon complained, though she couldn’t stop the onslaught of perverse thoughts intruding upon her. ‘It-It has to be the heat and whatever this…amazing smell is~ Wait, what? I mean…I guess it's not a bad smell. It's just…ughh I feel so weird about it!’
“Well duh, its sex.” Mineta’s blunt, perverse answer made Izumi squirm. “And Todoroki isn’t any different from any other man. He wants his partners to be experienced in all forms of sex! Form soft and easy, to rough fucking! From blowjobs to assjobs, from kissing to rimming! All men are the same Midoriya!”
Standing atop his desk chair, Mineta imagined this is how great leaders must feel when addressing their troops with an inspiring speech. “Izumi Midoriya - to successful grab the attention of Shoto Todoroki, you must become experienced in sex! Only then, can you steal him away from Yaomomo!”
Izumi was caught between genuine laughter (the little guy was quite the performer) and sheer shock at the absurd suggestion, before the last comment registered in her mind. “St-Steal him! I…I don’t want-”
“Oh?” Mineta smirked, knowing exactly what to say. “You don’t want to get your crush back from the false friend who lied to you, who deceived you, who went behind your back? In a way, Midoriya, you are the hero, and Yaomomo is the villain who stole from you.”
The more Mineta talked, the more it made sense to Izumi. Shoto, despite being…well, Shoto Todoroki, was still a guy - and guys loved sex! If she was better at sex than Momo, then Shoto would want her instead, especially if she tried something soon, while their relationship was still young.
As for Momo’s feelings - well, Izumi could agree with Mineta’s logic. Momo knew how she felt, and still went behind her back. She and Momo were friends, and Momo threw that all alway! She…she was no different than a villain, the way she lied to her and betrayed her!
Brimming with new confidence, Izumi straightened, bringing her hand to her chest. “You-You’re right Mineta! I’m gonna practice and practice until I’m the best! And when Shoto sees that, he’ll leave Momo in a heartbeat!”
“That’s great Midoriya!” Mineta’s smirk grew, as he adjusted his shorts. If Izumi had been paying attention, she would have noticed the massive bulge in his shorts, as well as the way the waistband seemed to be several inches from Mineta’s waist. “Say, how’re you going to practice?”
Izumi stalled as she tried to think. “Umm…I don’t know…I guess I’ll have to get some dildos or something, that should work, right?”
“It might.” Mineta shrugged, his grin widening as he stood up, pushing his chair closer before climbing on. He still wasn’t anywhere close to reaching Izumi’s head, but now he had a view of her glorious tits. “But if you want the best results, you need a partner.”
“A…partner?” She asked, still confused. “Like…someone there to help?”
“Yea! However, your partner would be able to best help if you didn’t use the dildo.” Mineta explained.
“You aren’t implying…”
“Yep!” He answered, popping his p. “The best way to improve quickly is to practice on a real cock! Then you’d get the feedback and learn how to be better, rather than pick up bad habits.”
Izumi slumped, still not noticing Mineta’s bulge, even though she was a few inches from it. “Well, where am I…going to find…a willing partner.” She trailed off as her eyes widened. “Mineta! Can I please practice on you?”
“Mhmm…” the shorter man pretended to contemplate. “I don’t know. I’m not really…average for guys.” Mineta wagged his eyebrows as he said this, clearly implying something.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mineta.” Izumi apologized much to the short man’s shock and growing anger. “But, you know the size of someone's…penis.” She couldn’t help the blush and coughed awkwardly before she continued. “I mean, that stuff doesn’t really matter. And I’m sure it’s just a side effect of your height, so I wouldn’t be too-”
Smack!
Izumi’s sentence caught in her throat as she stared at the outright gargantuan rod of meat that had slapped down between her tits, the heat from the bloated, red penis tip easy to feel, even with the current heatwave. Her eyes trailed down (or was it up?) the shaft - covered in veins, the mighty rod looked as thick as a water bottle, and stretched all the way back to Mineta’s crotch - a full 18 inches away!
Izumi’s eyes latched onto the massive, hairy pair of testicles that hung like overripe apples underneath Mineta’s shaft. The Amazon took a deep breath, trying to settle herself - and finally picked up where the intoxicating smell that had been filling the dorm for days was coming from - Mineta’s massive, stinky, sweaty COCK!
“Still think I’m “small”?” Mineta growled, angry at having been underestimated - again! “Well, you’ve got a practice tool right in front of you, get to work!”
Izumi flinched a bit at how rough Mineta’s voice was, placing a trembling hand on his shaft. Even with her massive changes, Izumi wasn’t able to wrap her hand around it. “I-I…are they all this big?” She asked, still shocked at his size.
Mineta snorted as he understood Izumi’s change in behavior. “Aww, you ok Midoriya? I get it, my cock is really fucking massive - why do you think I waddle when I walk?” Pushing his hips forward, Mineta smirked as he pushed the head of his cock deeper into Izumi’s cleavage. “And nope, my cock is special! Most aren’t anywhere close to being this big!”
Izumi bit her lip, taking in what Mineta just said. “I…ok, ok…I can do this!” She closed her eyes and tried to *malicious link removed* her mind on the labor ahead of her. “This means nothing, ok!” She remarked, opening her eyes. “I…I’m doing this to practice for Shoto!”
“Whatever.” Mineta snorted as he pushed forward again. “Will you just get to work!”
“Ughh, so pushy!” Izumi complained as she began to slowly move her hand up and down Mineta’s shaft, stroking it as softly as she could.
Mineta breathed out deeply, closing his eyes as he focused on the pleasure. “Mhmm, that’s a good girl Midoriya. We’ll make a proper woman out of you soon enough!”
“Re-Really?” Izumi asked, a smile lighting her face. “Thanks!” Sniffing, Izumi shuddered as Mineta’s musk flooded her mind. “Ugh, your penis is so smelly Mineta!”
“That’s my musk.” Mineta preened, rocking his hips forward again, smirking as his cockhead rubbed against Izumi’s chest. “Most cocks have it, with the bigger ones being really noticeable. Also, don’t call it a penis.”
“Why? That’s what it's called?”
“Cause guys love dirty talk!” Mineta answered his question, his voice hissing as Izumi’s hand job picked up speed. “Don’t call it a penis - it's a cock. A massive, bitch-breaking cock!”
Izumi nodded, though she blushed as she tried to set her mind towards the lewd task ahead of her. “Al-alright! You’re hu-huge cock is really, really smelly Mineta!”
“Yea.” The grape-headed man hissed out. “Do you like the smell, Midoriya? Do you like how big, thick cocks like mine reek?”
“I-I, I think I doooo~” Izumi moaned out, the heavy, smelly cock-stink further corrupting her mind. “Geez, this…this fat fu-fucking cock is just…ugh~”
Izumi could hardly get any more words out, focusing all her efforts on giving Mineta’s big turgid cock the best handjob ever. Said young man was greatly enjoying the sight of the next Symbol of Peace stroking his monster cock.
“That’s really good Midoriya! And hey, I think that’s one of the only times I’ve heard you swear!” Mineta teased, the green-haired Amazon hardly paying any attention. Frowning, Mineta stepped back, drawing his hips backwards as well, pulling his cock out of Izumi’s grasp, much to the girl's verbal dismay.
“Wh-Why’d you do that? Did I do something wrong?” Izumi asked, her voice trembling. She needed to do good at this, she needed to learn the best ways to please Mineta - to please Shoto! Not Mineta! Izumi bit her lip, trying to shake those thoughts from her mind.
“Oh no, you did…well enough.” Mineta teased back, a sly smirk on his face. “I just have two things to say. 1) Don’t get so into it that you ignore your partner. He won’t like that. You should be able to handle his cock while still talking to him, trust me he’ll love that. 2) You need to lube my cock up, that’ll make it easier for you, and more pleasurable for me.”
“Ri-Right!” Izumi nodded, her face determined, though some cracks showed as she stared down Mineta’s monster cock. “So, should I go get some water, or do you have lube yourself?”
“Mhmm, sorry to say, but I ran out of lotion.” Mineta lied, knowing he had a ready supply of lotion. Licking his lips, Mineta knew what he wanted as lube. “Why don’t you use your tongue?”
“WH-WHAT?” Izumi screamed out, flinching back. “I-isn’t that a blowjob? Are we really moving onto that so quickly?”
“Nope, a bj is different.” Mineta answered, gripping his huge cock and waiving it back and forth, the grape-header pervert enjoying how Izumi’s eyes followed his moving cock. “This is more like you licking up and down my cock, not putting it in your mouth. But, you’re gonna wanna have as much spit as you can - trust me, guys love this.”
Nodding, Izumi began to gather as much spit and drool as she could as Mineta moved back towards her. Grabbing his behemoth with both hands - and briefly, again, marveling at how she couldn’t wrap her hands around it - Izumi leaned over and drooled, her spittle splatting onto his shaft. Using her hands, Izumi began to move the spit around, doing her best to cover the entirety of Mineta’s cock.
This was quickly proving to be an impossible task - there was just too much to cover, even as she spread her hands around. Although Mineta seemed to be enjoying this - his face scrunched in pleasure as he breathed deeply - Izumi knew that she needed to do better.
Mineta hissed as Izumi’s now-wet handjob began to pick up speed, the extra lube making it easier for her hands to glide up and down his cock. However, the feeling of a soft, wet appendage touching the underside of his cock made him yelp in pleasure. Eyes flying open, Mineta looked in both shock and pleasure as Izumi began to drag her tongue around the first 3 inches of his cock.
Drawing back, Izumi breathed deeply, her eyes lidded, her tongue partially hanging out. “Geez Mineta, your fat, stinky cock is actually really tasty! Mhmm, I wonder,” the green haired babe winked at him as she slid her tongue along the engorged cumvein his cock boasted “do you have any more tasty treats for me?”
Mineta’s eyes dilated and his breath quickened as his body tensed. ‘Where the hell did this come from?’ He thought, his eye comically bugging from his head. Steadying himself (like he’d allow Midoriya to get the upper hand) Mineta reached a hand out and patted Izumi’s head.
“Hmm, maybe if you’re a good girl you can have another treat.” Mineta responded, smirking down as Izumi’s eyes lit up with the challenge. Pulling back, the Amazon quickly tied her hair in a ponytail before moving herself closer to Mineta’s cock.
“I’ll be the best girl~” She winked at him before resuming her duties, dragging her tongue up and down Mineta’s massive cock.
“Shiiiit!” The young man gritted out. “Work my shaft Izumi! Such a good girl, I think you might be getting a new treat soon!”
Izumi giggled, her mind immediately registering Mineta’s familiarness. “Mhmm, such a big, thick, tasty cock you have Minoru~ So fucking big, I wonder how some poor girl will fit it all down her throat, or in her tight little pussy~”
Mineta’s head lolled back as he moaned, Izumi increasing his pleasure by moving her hands faster and lolling her tongue around the mighty head of his cock like it was an ice cream cone. Growling, Mineta moved forward until he was standing on the edge of his chair.
Grabbing onto Izumi’s hair, Mineta hissed as he thrusted forward, poking Izumi’s face with his massive cock head, spittle clinging to her face. “Fucking slut!” He growled, causing Izumi to gasp and blush. “You want to have some of my cum so badly, fucking take it then!” Grabbing his cock with both hands, Mineta wringed it out, a small spurt of cum flying out onto Izumi’s face. Well, a small spurt for him - to others, the amount he shot out would have half filled a mug for coffee.
Izumi cried in surprise (and more than a little joy) as Mineta’s load splashed onto her face. She could feel it - the heat, the sheer thickness…it was all too much. Swinging her tongue up, Izumi was able to get a small amount into her mouth.
‘My god…I can nearly chew this..this…fucking ball cream! And it's so tasty~ I want more! MOREMOREMOREMORE!!’
Izumi was shaking as she gobbled down the rest of Mineta’s cum, while the purple haired man growled in arousal. Calming himself down, Mineta smirked as he saw the desperate look in Izumi’s eyes.
“Damn Izumi, that was…really good.” Mineta said honestly. “So, we’ve covered handjobs and self-lubing a cock. Hmm, what to do next?” He teased, the tone of his voice flying right over Izumi’s head.
Biting her lip, Izumi crawled closer to Mineta’s monstrous cock, getting close enough to nuzzle it. Smirking, Mineta saw an opportunity. “Well, I think I know what to do next.” Grabbing Izumi’s ponytail, Mineta yanked her forward, pulling the green-haired woman’s face into his bloated ballsack. “Guys love it when girls slobber all over their nuts. So do it - put my nuts in your mouth and clean them.”
Izumi shivered - Mineta had never, ever, sounded so sure of himself, so commanding, in all the time they’d been at U.A., and by God did it affect her. Sniffing and huffing, Izumi opened her mouth, using her tongue to guide one of Mineta’s swollen cumtanks into her mouth. His sack tasted similar to his cock, and Izumi began to suckle harder, her free hands moving down to her crotch.
Mineta couldn’t help the groan that escaped his mouth. “Fuck, you’re really good with your mouth Izumi. I have to wonder - is this really your first time sucking someone’s nuts?”
Izumi didn’t respond, too busy with gobbling up Mineta’s sack, becoming more and more addicted to the taste and the musk as they infiltrated her senses, the taste becoming ingrained in her mind. Switching from one sack to another, Izumi began to work her fingers faster, rubbing fast on her engorged knub. ‘Fuuuuuuck~ Minoru’s massive fucking balls…his massive fucking COCK~ I love it!!’
Mineta finally noticed her hands working away inside her shorts, and something within the small man snapped. Yanking Izumi back by her hair, Mineta lifted her head up with one hand and aimed his cock with the other - right at Izumi’s open, gasping mouth.
With a roar, more manly than anything his classmates were capable off, Mineta thrusted forward, burying more a fourth of his massive fuckstick inside Izumi’s mouth, the head bulging from the Amazon’s throat.
Mineta couldn’t help but shudder and cry out in pleasure as his cock was buried in a barrage of warmness, tightness, and wetness. Pulling back slightly, Mineta thrusted forward again, pushing a few more inches inside Izumi’s throat.
GLUGGLUGGLUGGLUG
As Mineta began to speed up, the loud, wet sucking sounds of Izumi being face-fucked began to fill the air, along with a slightly less loud sound of Mineta’s massive nuts smacking against Izumi’s chin.
The green haired babe’s eyes water a bit as she desperately tried to breath through her nose, eagerly breathing in air and musk as her will to do anything but let Mineta destroy her throat quickly left.
‘Yesyesyesyes~ More, faster, HARDER!!! Minoru’s fat donkey cock is gonna destroy my tight throat-pussy, he’ll fill my poor, hungry tummy up with his thick, massive loads! I want him to break me, fuck me, RUIN ME WITH HIS MASSIVE HERO COCK~”
Putting her hands on Mineta’s surprisingly muscular back, Izumi encouraged him to push in deeper, taking more and more of his fat cock down her throat with each thrust. Mineta himself seemed to be lost in a cloud of haze, his normally degenerate mind devolving even more, until the only coherent thought there was the need to breed and fuck Izumi, to make her his.
Growling, Mineta hilted his cock inside her throat-pussy, Izumi’s nose slapping against his waist. Eyes rolled back in her head, Izumi eagerly swallowed, trying to give Mineta as much pleasure as she possible could, eager to please the stud and his bitch-breaking fuck-meat.
“Fucking hell!” Mineta roared, eyes ablaze with lust and hunger. “Your tight throat pussy is too much! Take it all slut, take my FAT FUCKING LOADS IN YOUR STOMACH! HAVE A NICE MEAL YOU FILTHY AMAZON FUCK-PIG!!”
Her ears filled with the mighty rumbling of Mineta’s sack, Izumi could do nothing but gulp and swallow eagerly as Mineta unloaded inside her tummy, his first load making her stomach bloat a bit. Spurt after gut stuffing spurt followed, with Izumi doing her best to take his loads, even as Mineta moved away.
His loads moved from her stomach to her throat, then to her mouth. Try as she might, the inexperienced Izumi could not swallow them fast enough, and choked on several loads, with much of the excess semen falling from her mouth or nose.
Growling, Mineta removed his cock entirely, jerking himself off as Izumi, though coughing and sputtering, still tried to catch as much of his still erupting loads with her mouth. Aiming carefully, Mineta decorated her face and top, making sure to soak her clothing with his god-like loads.
After a full 5 minutes of explosive ejaculation, Mineta finally calmed down, panting heavily as he looked up his work. Izumi’s face was caked with semen, hardly any bit of her face being visible, with the only revealing features being a single green eye that fluttered, and her mouth, which hungrily gulped down more of his sticky semen. Thick strands of semen decorated her hair as well, dripping down onto the pervert’s sheets, creating small puddles around Izumi.
He had also ruined her top, the loose fitting shirt now soaked with his jizz. Mineta also noticed, much to his glee, that Izumi’s massive titties, which had bounced out of her top, were covered in his seed.
While Mineta admired his handiwork, Izumi was doing some serious rethinking of her life up till now. She still wanted to be a Hero, that wasn’t in question, but she did question her lack of sexual activity. If sex was this fun, this hot, and this good with every partner, she should have worked more closely with Midnight, maybe try to become her successor as well as All Might’s!
Gulping down another handful of Mineta’s spluge, Izumi thought about what kind of fu-TRAINING! She meant training! What kind of training they’d get up to next. Moving herself so that she was leaning back on her bum, Izumi smiled at her lov-TRAINER! Her trainer, not lover!
“So, what’s next, Minoru?”
Mineta licked his lips before jumping down from the chair. “Follow me, we need to get cleaned up!” Grabbing a towel, Mineta led the way to the boys shower, opening the door for Izumi. “Clothes off.” Mineta snapped his fingers as he ordered her to strip, throwing his towel to the side as he turned on one of the showers, the water quickly heating up.
Turning back around, Mineta narrowed his eyes at Izumi’s coy grin. “I thought I said-”
“I thought a big, hunky stud like yourself would like a show~” Izumi purred out, bending over and giving the short stud a brilliant view of her tits. “Whatcha say short-stuff? Want the future No.1 Hero to give you a little dance?”
Mineta was surprised his neck didn’t snap from the speed of his nods. Quickly grabbing a stool, the grape-haired young man sat down, his monster cock peeking just above his head. Giggling, Izumi began to sasha in place to an invisible rhythm, crossing her arms and grabbing the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, Izumi pulled the article of clothing above her head, freeing her massive tits.
Turning around, still swaying back and forth, Izumi leaned over, giving Mineta a perfect view of her massive ass and her sopping wet pussy, all clad in skin tight shorts. Mineta’s eyes zoned in on her ass - the single greatest ass in UA, easily as legendary as Momo’s massive titties.
“Watch this, stud~” Izumi trilled as she flexed her legs and glutes. Much to Mineta’s surprise, the shorts Izumi was wearing were torn to shreds, revealing the bare skin beneath. Wiggling her hips, Izumi smirked as she heard Mineta’s breath become more and more frequent as her ass cheeks clapped against each other.
After a few more seconds of shaking it for her daddy trainer, Izumi stopped and turned around, biting her lip as she saw Mineta’s massive, aching, cum-drooling monster pointed almost right at her. The short man himself seemed to be trapped in a daze, not even moving as Izumi maneuvered around him into the shower, sighing as the hot water washed the thick jizz off her body. Looking over her shoulder, Izumi noticed that Mineta still seemed dazed, as he hadn’t even turned around to leer at her.
However, his cock was still there, easily visible, and still leaking cum like crazy, the oatmeal-thick baby batter splattering onto the linoleum of the shower, and washing down into the drain. Izumi groaned as she saw this – how was he still so virile and hard after all the loads he’d dumped into her stomach. The Amazon of 1A looked down at her stomach - while she was bloated from the loads, she knew it wasn’t going to do much - she still cut quite the figure.
Pouting, Izumi gripped the edges of the stool and turned it around, forcing Mineta to face her, the water splashing a bit onto his face, knocking him out of his daze. His eyes immediately went to her swinging tits, a spurt of cum shooting from his cock, decorating her stomach. Giggling, Izumi tilted her head while forcing Mineta to look into her eyes. “So coach~” She breathed, barely loud enough for him to hear. “What's the next part of our training?”
Mineta had to breathe deep, trying to keep himself in control, for just a bit longer. However, before he could speak, Izumi seemed to make up her own mind. “I think, I need to clean this big, stinky cock~” Blackwhip exploded from her back, a tendril grabbing the nearest bottle of body wash. Izumi grabbed it and poured a lot into her hand, before using said hand to grab his shaft. Izumi began to rapidly stroke his cock, the slick body wash making it much easier to jerk him off.
“Oh, but this fat, monstrous fuck-stick needs more care doesn’t it~” She cooed at him, causing the young man to blush. ‘When the fuck did Izumi get so…so…slutty? She sounds like a pornstar or a JV girl!’
Izumi giggled as she poured the rest of the body wash on her tits, spreading it around before throwing the empty bottle to the side. Just as she was about to fully soap her tits up, Izumi got a better idea. “Minoru,” She asked, shaking her chest for him “would you like to rub the soap on my titties?” She giggled as he drooled, before moaning as his fingers pinched her sensitive nipples, rolling them around. “Ahhh~ Be careful there, you eager little man~”
Mineta growled, his anger peaking up again. “Little.” He seethed as he fully grabbed her tits, mashing the flesh with his hands. Moving his hands roughly, Mineta spread the suds around, fully lubing up Izumi’s tits. Leaning back, Mineta grabbed his cock and roughly slapped it on top of Izumi’s tits, making the Amazon yelp. “Does this look ‘little’ to you, slut?!”
Izumi moaned as her core burned. Something about Mineta’s voice, his tone…it just made the slurs sound more appealing and sexy rather than degrading. “Noooooo~” Izumi moaned out, nuzzling the massive fuck-stick while she slid it between her tits, cushioning it. “It’s so fucking BIG~ So big I need to use my…my…”
“Your massive mommy milkers?”
“MY MASSIVE MOMMY MILKERS!! MY BIG FAT LUCIOUS TIDDIES!! I WANT TO SQUEEZE YOUR MASSIVE MONSTER COCK AND HAVE YOU PAINT MY BIG HONKERS WITH YOUR JIZZ~~~! Izumi cried out as she began to bounce her tits up and down Mineta’s shaft, moving the globes of flesh around, trying to bring as much pleasure to her lover trainer as she could.
“Yea that's it!” Mineta yelled in pleasure, thrusting his hips, smacking Izumi in the face with his weeping cockhead, leaving large dollops of cum on her face, his massive, churning nuts smacking against the bottom of her breasts. “Work those tits you sexy slut!”
“YES!” Izumi cried out as she increased her speed, the pleasure doubling for both of them. “I’M YOUR SLUT, YOUR BIG TITTIED, FAT ASSED, AMAZON SLUT!! PLEASE GIMME YOUR CUM, I WANT YOUR CUM, CUMCUMCUMCUMCUM FOR ME!!!”
Mineta smirked before leaping back, off the stool and away from Izumi. While he did so, he quickly pulled off a few of his sticky balls and flung them with perfect precision at Izumi. The green-haired Amazon, caught off balance by Mineta’s sudden move, had fallen forward and steadied herself on the stool, which had slid forward. Mineta’s stick balls then trapped Izumi’s hands there, while also sticking the stool to the linoleum floor.
“Wh-What?!” Izumi asked, her voice breaking as she watched Mineta waddle behind her, the short man soon finding himself between Izumi’s legs. Turning the shower off, Mineta took the time to admire the Amazon’s muscular legs, groping and feeling them up.
“Damn, you’ve got some nice muscles Izumi.” Mineta remarked, unable to see the blush rising on her face. “And this ass!” The pervert laughed as he spanked her, causing the girl to yelp in pleasure. “It really is the best ass in 1A - a perfect balance of muscle and fat…fuck thats so hot!”
“Re-Really?” Izumi moaned out, spreading her legs wider so that Mineta could have easier access. “Th-thanks MinoRUUUUUOHHHHH!!!”
Mineta, not caring for anymore words from Izumi, wasted no time in spreading her cheeks and shoving his face right into her dripping pussy. Izumi grasped and cried in pleasure as Mineta’s tongue, long and thick like his cock, licked around her lower folds, the shorter boy paying special attention to her engorged nub. Every time he licked her clit, Izumi couldn’t help but arch her back in pleasure, words failing her.
“OHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOO!!!” Izumi screamed as pleasure she’d never known wrecked through her body, unable to speak. Mineta eagerly lapped at her folds, enjoying the taste of her pussy, though he paid careful attention to the clenching of her cunt, before stopping at just the right moment. Pulling back, Mineta breathed deeply as Izumi shuddered, her body racked with pleasure.
“MINORUUUUU!!!” Izumi cried when she could finally speak. “WH-WHY’D YOU STOPPPP!! I WAS SOO CLOSE TO CUMMING!!”
Sighing, Mineta waddled back around to Izumi’s front, making sure to hold his cock right in front of her, just out of distance from her tongue. “Well…I think we’re done here.” He chuckled, seemingly not paying attention to the distressed and desperate look on Izumi’s face. “I think you have all the skills you need to get Todoroki’s attention away from Momo. Besides, I figured you’d like your first time to be with the guy you love, right?” Mineta couldn’t help the smug grin that crossed his face as he saw Izumi fighting with herself and her inner lust. “Wait just a minute and I’ll go grab the dissolving spray for my balls.”
Leaving, Mineta quickly grabbed the spray and walked back, not caring about the semen dripping from his cock. A quick spritz later, and Izumi was freed, and stood up, a far away look on her face.
Izumi was on autopilot, her mind stuck in the well of pleasure and new sensations that Mineta had introduced her to. Robotically, she dried herself off, rinsed her mouth with wash, grabbed her ruined shirt and an oversized pair of Mineta’s boxers (give to her from the short man himself, who knowingly gave her a pair from his “jerk off into” pile), and quickly made her way back to her room.
Mineta leaned back on his bed, still naked as the day he was born, his cock still leaking cum. He may have blue balled himself for now, but he figured that by tomorrow, he’d have one of 1A’s sluts addicted to his massive cock.
For now, he just needed to be patient.
(Day 2 - Morning)
If anyone opened the door and peeked in on Izumi Midoriya as she roused herself from her bed, they would have been shocked - the Amazon of 1A was disheveled, her hair a mess, her eyes tired and heavy. She was naked, and next to her head was Mineta’s dirty, cum-stained boxer.
Izumi had shamelessly masturbated all throughout the night, Mineta’s filthy underwear pressed against her face, the intense smell of his musk and dried cum only exacerbating her unyielding flame inside herself. She hadn’t slept much at all, and had been unable to cum.
So here she lay - tired, horny, and frustrated, when her phone buzzed. Grabbing it, Izumi’s eyes widened at the message from Mineta.
Mineta (08:45): Just to let you know, Todoroki is downstairs, making breakfast, no Momo in sight~ This might be your chance, shoot your shot!
Izumi scrambled, falling out of her bed, grabbing some nearby clothes and throwing them on before opening her window.
“Stairs might take too long.” She mumbled as she dropped to ground level, using Float to ease her descent. Quickly running in through the front door, Izumi made her way to the kitchen, only giving a brief wave to Mineta, who sat on the couch, a smug smirk on his face. Even from here, Izumi could see the massive bulge in his shorts - she even thought she caught a glimpse of the tip of his leaking cock peeking out from the bottom of his shorts.
Shaking her hair, Izumi focused on her crush - Shoto Todoroki, one of her best friends. Taking a deep breath, Izumi tapped his shoulder, getting his attention.
Shoto turned before he stumbled back, colliding with the kitchen top, his eyes wide (and a shot of pain and pleasure erupting from his shorts, which he ignored) as he looked at his mess of a best friend.
Izumi had grabbed the closest clothes, which were a slightly too small green sports bra that did little to hide her massive tits, and a pair of lime green panties, the back of which vanished into her massive asscrack. The outfit would normally be ok for her room, or a girl’s night in, but in public…well, Shoto could hardly be blamed for his reaction.
“Something wrong, Shoto?” Izumi, not seeming to notice the issue, tilted her head as she asked.
“Ummm…I guess not.” Todoroki responded blandly, not even bothering to hide how his eyes roamed over her form. “Is…is there something you need, Izumi?”
Nodding, Izumi took a deep breath, trying to avoid thinking about how horny she was, or how big Mineta was. “Yea…I-I need to confess to something.”
“Did you kill someone?” Shoto asked, only partially joking, which got a giggle from Izumi.
“No no, nothing like that! I…I need to confess…that I love you, Shoto.” Izumi finally admitted to him. She felt…strange. She imagined that admitting this to him would lift this weight from her chest, but it seemed to remain. In fact, she was having more intrusive thoughts about this - how Shoto probably wasn’t a real man, how he was going to disappoint her, how he was not even close to being worthy of her. But she ignored these and powered on.
“I’ve loved you since our first year, and I…I can’t hold it in anymore!” She took a deep breath, looking down at his wide eyes. Shoto’s eyes were always very expressive, especially because his face usually wasn’t. And his eyes held nothing but love for her.
“Oh, Izumi…I love you too.” He admitted, a small smile on his face, which Izumi returned with a massive one, which wavered a bit at his next words. “But…I’m with Momo…and I can’t just…”
“What, leave her for me?” Izumi scoffed, irritation and anger she felt for Momo (along with the sexual frustration of being blue-beaned by Mineta) bubbling to the surface. “Look, Shoto, I guarantee that anything Momo could have done, I can do soooo much better. In fact,” a devious look crossed her face, one that looked unfamiliar on the future Symbol of Peace “let me prove it to you~”
Hands gently caressing Shoto’s face, Izumi pulled him in for a kiss - a more chaste one, no tongue, but still - her first kiss. A magical moment for any woman - and yet it felt wrong to Izumi. Shoto wasn’t putting any passion into it, any feeling. She could tell he was being honest when he said he loved her, but his actions…ugh, no matter. She still had a secret weapon.
Pulling back, Izumi dropped into a squat, coming face to face with Shoto’s clothed crotch. Just as she grabbed the top of his shorts, an infuriated voice came crashing down.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”
Turning her head, Izumi glared at her once-good friend, Momo Yaoyorozu. The raven haired heiress was dressed far more modest than her - a tank top that barely held her insane GG-Cup breasts, and some tight fitting shorts that looked painted on - with her hair undone, and her face alight with anger.
“None of your business Yaoyorozu.” Izumi responded coldly, her eyes narrowed. “But I’m getting ready to show my boyfriend just how much better I am at being a lover than you.”
“YOUR boyfriend?!” The heiress hissed out, incensed. “He’s mine!”
“Not for long!” Izumi smirked as she pulled down Shoto’s shorts, turning to look at her prize. “He’ll be mine…soon?”
Izumi’s voice trailed off, all other noise turning to static as she saw Shoto’s…”pride”. She remembered Minoru’s words, about how not all men are as big as he is. Izumi thought Shoto would be, at worst, average…but this…
“What the actual fuck?” Izumi almost growled out, putting her index finger next to Shoto’s teeny weenie. “My fucking finger is longer and thicker than this! Please tell me you’re a grower, not a shower?”
“I…I…” Shoto stuttered uncomfortably, desperately trying to look anywhere else. Out of sheer hope, he looked at Momo…who was also staring at his revealed shame in abject shock (and no small amount of disgust).
Izumi then noticed that the tip was a tad wet, and quickly grabbed the boy’s shorts. It took some very, very careful looks and feels, but Izumi quickly found the miniscule wet spots. “Did you actually fucking cum already? Just from seeing me? Are…are you done already??!”
Shoto flinched back as Izumi - riled up by the anger of all her fantasies crashing around her and the mounting frustration of horniness that she felt from the previous night and this morning - became more and more agitated, her eyes becoming sharp and critical, rather than caring and loving.
“I…I’m sorry Izumi-”
“Why the fuck are you apologizing to her?!” Momo shrieked, doing her best to put away her own disappointment at Shoto’s (lack of) size, and *malicious link removed* on her anger towards Izumi. “She’s trying to break us apart!”
“Hey, he told me he loved me.” Izumi bit back, standing as she looked down in contempt at Shoto, who cowered. “But honestly, you can have him! Fuck, wasted nearly three years waiting for this disappointment! Ughhh!”
“You-you told her you loved her!” Momo cried, tears coming to her eyes. “Shoto…I-I don’t understand!”
Todoroki didn’t respond, not looking either woman in the eyes as he tried to collect himself. Izumi didn’t even look back as she left the feuding couple behind, following the ever-present musk that hung in the air to its source.
Said source was sitting on the couch in the common room, massive cock already out of his shorts, hand sliding up and down as he jerked off to a photo of some girl’s panty-clad ass. Izumi knew right away whose ass that was - her’s. The little pervert must have taken it this morning, while she was walking to the kitchen.
Smirking, Izumi sauntered around the couch, generously waving her hips around, making sure her massive ass-cheeks clapped against each other and her thighs. Mineta’s attention was stolen from his phone (which dropped from his hand) as his eyes locked onto the delicious sight before him, a small spurt of pre-cum shooting out, leaving a small puddle of jizz on the carpet.
“I’m sure you’d enjoy looking and playing with the real thing more than jerking that fat donkey cock off to some photo~” Izumi cooed at him, bending over while continuing to shake her ass. Mineta’s eyes eagerly latched onto the sight of her enormous ass swallowing her panties, the Amazon’s pussy also in clear view, her juices damn near ruining the underwear.
Mineta groaned as he began to stroke faster, more and more pre-cum spilling over his cock, streaming down to the couch and dripping to the carpet below. Looking between her legs, Izumi couldn’t help but lick her lips, her mouth instantly remembering how tasty the treats Mineta gave her last night were.
Spinning on her heel, Izumi took a massive step forward and dropped into a squat, her massive ass jiggling as she did so. Gripping the monster cock in front of her, Izumi took a deep breath, trying her best to imprint the scent of Mineta’s smelly cock into her brain, before opening her mouth as wide as she could, and falling forward.
GULK!
Izumi choked in success as tears sprang to her eyes, the first 8 inches of Mineta’s meat down her throat, his cum drizzling down her throat and into her stomach. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body shook, girl-cum dribbling from her panties to the carpet below. Pulling back a bit, Izumi lunged forward again, engulfing a full foot of Mineta’ monster into her throat.
“SHIT!” The purple-haired man roared as his head fell back and his eyes closed in pleasure, hands reaching forward to grip Izumi’s hair. “That’s it you nasty fucking bitch, choke on my cock!” He growled out, eagerly moving her head back and forth.
GULKGULKGULKGULK!
Mineta forced Izumi to take more and more of his cock every time he pushed her down, thrilled by the sensations of her tight, moist throat and mouth around his meat. The Amazon of 1A was equally as thrilled, one hand eagerly moving down to her panties, tearing the offending article off, leaving her dripping pussy bear for him to see.
A loud gasp caught Mineta’s attention, and from the corner of his eye he saw that Momo and Shoto, drawn in by the noise, had caught him and Izumi in the act. Smirking over his shoulder at both of them, Mineta pulled Izumi’s head back, roughly yanking her off his cock.
“Izumi, I think we need to do something about our peeping toms.” Mineta’s smirk as he watched BlackWhip come to life, the rope-like Quirk quickly grabbing Momo and Shoto, before dragging them around to face Mineta and Izumi. “Good girl, you can let them go now.” Izumi obeyed without hesitation, BlackWhip fading as the two stood their stock still.
Shoto’s moistened eyes leapt from the clearly cock-drunk Izumi, who was nuzzling one of Mineta’s stinky, massive nuts as jizz dripped down onto her back, to Mineta’s massive, inhuman cock. He couldn’t believe that it was real…no one had a cock that big outside of porn or hentai…right?
Momo’s eyes were locked solely on Mineta’s monster, her deep breaths and blush clearly driven more from arousal at the sight of his weapon more so that the shock of finding the Amazon of 1A choking on the class perverts cock.
“Take your tits out.” Mineta ordered, his eyes locking back onto Izumi’s, the green-haired babe tearing her bra off, exposing her massive titties, her silver dollar sized nipples erect. Moving closer, Izumi sat on her knees and mashed her breasts together, right in front of Mineta’s cock. “Such a good girl! So good that you get a reward - anything you want!” He growled, not caring or not hearing the choked squawk coming from Shoto.
“Oh~” Izumi giggled, leaning back and licking her lips. “Anything I want.” In a flash, Izumi had her mouth next to Mineta’s ear, her hot breath tickling his ear. “You promise?” She breathed out, lightly biting his ear, causing the ‘Giant’ of 1A to gasp in pleasure.
“Yes!” He moaned, his hands flying up to play with her tits, the girl giggling and moaning.
“Kiss me~” Pulling back, Izumi pressed her mouth against Mineta’s, the pervert responding in kind. Any form of decorum or romance was abandoned in that moment, their mouths opening and tongues beginning to wrestle as drool dribbled down their chins.
Tears flowed freely down Shoto’s face as he watched the woman he fell in love with kissing the disgusting pervert of their class. How was this happening? And why…why did he feel like this was inevitable?
Momo moaned softly as she watched the two…kiss? That seemed like too tame a word, especially with the way Mineta was dominating Izumi, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth, beating her tongue back and roaming around inside her mouth. Hands shaking, Momo couldn’t help but bring them up to her tits, her fingers quickly finding her nipples, which she began to play with.
Izumi pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting her with Mineta, her face decorated by a blush and her lips pulled into a giddy grin. Mineta himself was also smiling, breathing deeply as he stared with unbound lust at the naked woman before him. Winking at him, Izumi turned around and got on her hands and knees, leaning forward more so as to push her ass closer to him.
“Mhmm, such a good gift Minoru~ As a thank you, why don’t you use my big, fat asscheeks to get that fat fucking horse cock off! C’mon, why don’t you use my MASSIVE COCK TEASING CHEEKS TO STROKE THAT MONSTER COCK OF YOURS UNTIL YOU COVER THIS ROOM IN YOUR HOT, STINKY CUM!!” Izumi wailed as she began to clap her cheeks for him, looking back at him.
Mineta’s eyes zeroed in on her bum, at the phattest asscheeks in UA, possibly even in Heroics in Japan (rumor has it that Izumi did a work study with Mirko just to get the woman’s workout secret for his big ass and thiccc thighs. Regardless of whether it was true or not, the results showed for themselves). His cock ached as another shot of cum was spat out, landing on the carpet between them and the voyeurs opposite them.
Leaping forward, Mineta latched onto Izumi’s upper thighs and back, forcing his cock between her asscheeks, moving his hips back and forth. Mineta’s head lolled back as the pleasure of an assjob began to overwhelm him, cum streaming from the tip of his cock, coating his cock and Izumi’s ass and lower back with his seed.
Momo, watching from the sidelines, began to play with herself more aggressively, her moans becoming louder. “Mhmmmm, you’re…really giving it to her!” She hissed out as her fingers deftly played with her clit, one hand down her shorts, the other under her shirt, playing with her nipples. “Fuck, that massive, bitchbreaking stud-cock is going to destroy her~ He’s going to ruin the future No.1 Hero, make her his semen-addicted, big ass, cock sleeve!!”
Mineta’s eyes seemed to glow with a perverted, mischievous light as he heard Momo, tilting his head up to look at her, while reangling his cock head to point right at her, gritting his teeth as the pleasure peaked. “HERE IT COMES IZUMI!” The pervert roared, mashing her asscheeks around his cock, his hips slapping against her glorious rump. “GET READY FOR A FUCKING CUM-SHOWER YOU AMAZON SLUT!! GRAHHHH FUCKING CUMMMING!!!!!!!”
A massive rumble was heard as Mineta’s balls worked overtime to provide more jizz than was normal for anyone, his firehose like cock erupting. His first shot spilled a bit on Izumi’s back and head - however, his real aim was the masturbating voyeur Momo Yaoyoruzu. His aim was true, as the heiress gasped in surprise as most of his splattered against her face, the rest being caught by her massive tits. Momo cried out as this was the edge she needed, her body convulsing as she came, her shorts damping with her arousal.
Mineta’s roar of pleasure continued as he leaned back, the cum erupting from his cock acting like a fountain, with thick, heavy drops of his ball-batter splattering across the living room, raining down on furniture, the carpet, and the people.
Giggling, Izumi crawled forward a bit before rolling over, revealing her sopping wet pussy for Mineta, spreading her legs wide and grabbing her thighs. “C’mon you fucking stud~ You left me all high and dry yesterday, you meanie~ Pleasepleaseplease fuck me!”
Mineta laughed at just how lust crazy Izumi seemed, sliding inside her thigh, rubbing the monstrous, leaking head of his cock on her swollen cunt lips. “I don’t know, do you really want this, Izumi? I mean, don’t you love Todoroki? I bet he’d still take you ba-”
“I DON’T WANT THAT SHRIMP DICK!!” Izumi cried out, outright glaring at Mineta. “I WANT A MASSIVE FAT COCK THAT’LL BREAK MY MIND, TURN ME INTO A DICK-SLOBBERING, BALL-CLEANING, CUM-GUZZLING FUCK-PET! TINY TODOROKI CAN’T DO THAT - ONLY YOUR STUD COCK CAN!! SO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FUCK MEEEEHOOOOOWOOO!!”
Izumi was interrupted as Mineta lunged forward, burying the first 6 inches of his massive cock inside her virgin cunt, the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain causing her to cry out. Mineta himself gritted his teeth and groaned in pleasure.
“Little slut!” The pervert growled out as he pulled out a bit before thrusting back in, burying more of his cock inside her. “What a cock-hungry Amazon bitch you are, Izumi! Giving up on the guy you’ve had a crush on for years just to become my slut! Fuck, you are TIGHT! I love virgin pussy like yours, take it! TAKE IT YOU MASSIVE BITCH!”
Izumi’s own cries were garbled and unintelligible, though the pleasure she felt was undeniable - even to those looking at her. Momo saw her face - covered in drops of semen - as her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled out - that was the face of a bitch who had been broken. The sight of that awoke something deep within Momo, some primal. Something she’d kept buried for years - the need to be dominated by a stud with a massive cock.
Almost tearing off her shirt and shorts, Momo crawled towards the pair of rutting animals that were once Mineta and Izumi, her curvaceous body jiggling with every movement. Saddling up to Mineta’s side, Momo contented herself with fingering her own virgin pussy, her eyes laser-focused on the sight of more and more of Mineta’s massive womb-smasher vanishing into Izumi’s cock-hole.
“HAAAAAAAA! YOU SLUTTY HERO, YOU’RE MINE!! NO ONE ELSE GETS TO DO THESE THINGS WITH YOU, NOT TINYROKI, NOT SOME RANDOM HERO, NOT SOME VILLAIN SCUMBAG - JUST MEEE!” Mineta roared as he bottomed out, his cock visibly pushing up against Izumi’s stomach, creating a massive bulge. “I’M IN YOUR WOMB IZUMI, IN YOU BABY CHAMBER!! I’M GONNA FLOOD IT WITH MY CUM, GONNA GIVE YOU MY BASTARDS!!!”
“YESSHHH!!” Izumi slurred out, fighting against the feeling of fainting that the immense pleasure of Mineta’s cock brought upon her. “KNOCK MEH UP MINORU!! I WHANNA HAVE YOUR BABIESSSSSSS!! GIVE ME YOUHR BABHIS!!”
Mineta roared as he gripped her hips hard and erupted, a flood of baby batter filling up Izumi’s baby-chamber. “YES!” Izumi cried out, her mind finally clear. “GIVE ME ALLLL THE DELICIOUS BABY BATTER IN THOSE FAT BALLS OF YOURS DADDY!! BREED ME, USE ME - I’M YOUR WHORE, YOUR PERSONAL HERO WHORE! I’LL BECOME THE NO.1 HERO DURING THE DAY, AND THEN I’LL BE YOUR COCK-SLEEVE AT NIGHT!!”
Mineta groaned as he continued to cum, loving the feeling of control and the pleasure that arched through his body. “You really wanna make Daddy happy, slut? Help me get all the busty, fat assed bitches in UA - no, in Heroics in Japan! I’ll tell you who I want, you go get them for me! You’ll be my Hero Whore Hunter - bringing me new bitches whenever I want!”
“YES DADDY!” Izumi cried, her own orgasm seemingly never ending. “I’LL BRING YOU ALL THE BIG-TITTED, FAT ASS, HERO BITCHES YOU WANT! I’LL EVEN BRING YOU MY MOTHER - SHE’LL BE YOUR PERSONAL BBW MILF! OH FUCK CUMMING!!!”
Mineta let out a huff as he stumbled back from the shaking, mumbling form of Izumi Midoriya. The once strong woman had been reduced to his personal cock slut, all in less than 24 hours. Damn if that wasn’t a boost to the short man’s ego. Looking to the side, Minoru couldn’t help the smirk that formed as he watched Momo Yaoyorozu - the object of his fantasies since Year One - forcing 3 fingers into her sopping, virgin cunt.
Knowing the prissy bitch wasn’t too far from being his, but wanting to punish her for refusing his offers of pleasure for so long, Mineta slapped Izumi’s bloated, cum stuffed stomach. “Let's go up to my room - I’ve got a lot to teach you!”
With a garbled “yes daddy”, Izumi pulled herself to her feet and, with a smile that was half ‘fucked-stupid’ and half ‘school-girl in love’, followed after him, cum falling from her swollen cunt, staining the floor.
Momo and Shoto sat in silence for what felt like a millennium, neither looking at each other, just staring into space. Finally, Momo climbed to her feet, her legs shaking and pussy dripping. Gathering her clothes, Momo moved to go back to her room, leaving Shoto, covered in dried bits of Mineta’s semen, his miniscule cock lying dead in his pants
She didn’t look back.
(Day3 - Morning)
Momo stumbled downstairs to the kitchen, her hair disheveled and her clothes sticking to her body. Her dreams had been plagued by images of Mineta’s massive dong, of her being bent over and fucked hard, of Izumi and others - her friends and idols - being covered in his cum, serving the short stud.
In one dream, Mineta was even wearing a crown and sitting on a golden throne as herself and Izumi attended to his turgid, leaking cock.
Momo was shaking from her fantasies by reality - that reality being a naked Mineta sitting atop the counter, legs dangling over the side as he ate from a plate he was holding. His massive cock was also there, though that was being attended to - by an apron-clad Izumi. Upon closer inspection, Momo noticed that Izumi wasn’t wearing anything else, completing the ‘naked apron’ fantasy that many had.
“Good girl.” Mineta coped through a mouthful of eggs. “You’re such a good slut Izumi - making breakfast for me before serving my cock - just what I like to see in my personal Amazon slut! FUCK, HAVE SOME BREAKFAST YOU FUCKING WHORE! CUMMING!!”
Mineta roared as Izumi forced as much of Mineta’s cock into her throat as she could - and from what Momo could see, the head and few inches were actually in Izumi’s stomach - as she gobbled down his semen, her stomach bloating just like it did yesterday. Momo watched as this went on, pleasure slowly washing over her body.
After a few minutes of non-stop cumming on both partner’s parts, Mineta withdrew his still hard cock from Izumi’s mouth, leaving the green-haired girl panting. “Damn, that was a pretty good blowjob babe.” Mineta winked down at Izumi, who blushed.
“Thank you Minoru! I just want to do my best to please you - I love you so much after all!” Izumi responded, a bright smile on her face.
“Fuck!” Mineta growled as his cock throbbed and a small spurt of cum came out. The short man leapt from the counter top, tacking Izumi to the ground, before leveling his cock right at her dripping entrance. “A nasty, ball-draining whore like you shouldn’t be allowed to be this cute! TAKE IT ALL YOU BITCH!!”
With one brutal thrust, Mineta sheathed himself inside Izumi’s cunt, his massive monster cock bulging even through the bloat of her stomach.
“OHHHHHHHYESSSSSS!” Izumi cried as she came around his cock, her legs moving to lock him in as he began to thrust harder and harder. “I’M SORRY FOR BEING SO CUTE!! I’M SUCH A DUMB WHORE, I SHOULDN’T ACT LIKE A CUTE SCHOOLGIRL!! MORE YOU LITTLE STUD!! MY FUCKING STUD DADDY IS GONNA FUCK ME STUPID AND BREED ME LIKE THE DUMB AMAZON COW I AM!!”
“ARGHHH YOU FUCKING BITCH!! YOU STILL THINK I’M LITTLE!! HOW’S THIS FOR LITTLE YOU STUPID FUCK-PIG!!!” Mineta thrusted even faster, his horny energy and righteous anger causing him to go Plus Ultra on Izumi’s ruined cunt. “MOO FOR ME YOU SLUTTY AMAZON COW!! MOO FOR YOUR DADDY!!”
“MOOOOOOOOMOOOOOO!! DADDY MOOOHHHHCUMMINGGGG!!” Izumi cried out in pleasure as her body seized up, a large amount of fem-cum spilling from her cooch.
“TAKE MY NUT YOU SLUTTY COW!!!” Mineta roared as he hilted himself inside her, Izumi’s stomach blooming outwards as more and more cum was forced into her womb, a large excess amount eventually spilling from her ruined cunt.
After several minutes of cumming, Mineta pulled out, letting out a ragged breath. Marching around, the Grape Ball user grabbed a lock of Izumi’s hair and yanked, causing the Amazon to moan. “Let’s go bitch, we need to shower.”
“Yes daddy~”
The two passed by Momo, not even bothering to look at her. A minute passed before the heiress realized that the pleasure she was feeling was all self inflicted - subconsciously, she had put her hand down her shorts, and had pleasured herself to Mineta and Izumi.
Momo shuddered as she walked into the kitchen, her movements stiff. Her eyes went to the fridge, where she knew food was - then to the large puddle of Mineta’s semen on the ground. Groaning to herself, she knelt down on all fours and began to lick the puddle of oatmeal-thick jizz, moaning at the taste.
“Sooo good~” She whimpered as she continued to eat.
Around the corner, Mineta smirked - all according to keikaku.
(Day 4 - Afternoon)
Momo whimpered as she watched Mineta stuff Izumi full of his cock, the Amazon dressed in the cheerleader outfit that Mineta had tricked them into during the Sports Festival. The two were once more rutting like animals in heat, in the living room once more. She had tried to come down here to avoid laying in bed and masturbating all day - but this just kept happening!
So here she was, already going on 3 hours of watching the Mineta dominate the strongest Hero in UA, her own clothes off, her fingers working her swollen nub. Momo had already cum a dozen times, and knew that the two weren’t even close to being done.
She didn’t know how much more she could take.
(Day 5 - Evening)
Momo laid in her bed, clad in only panties and a large t-shirt, reading a book on nuclear physics. She had no interest in the topic at all, but she was trying to cease the overwhelming feeling of arousal and sexual desire that had been welling up in her all week. And this…this stuff was really dry.
But nothing helped! She couldn’t help but think about Mineta and his massive cock, how it filled Izumi up, how deprived and slutty she looked in those moments, the exquisite taste of his cum, and how much she wanted to feel something that big and thick inside her own virgin pussy!
Momo was taken out of her own fantasies by the growing moans of pleasure and arousal that were coming from the hallway. All of a sudden, the door to her room was flung open, and Izumi stumbled in, naked, with Mineta clinging to her backside, his massive cock appearing shiny.
Izumi stumbled forward, before falling onto Momo’s massive bed, giggling as Mineta smacked her ass, watching it jiggle to and fro. “Damn, I love this fat ass of yours!” He growled, going so far as to lean in and bite it, causing Izumi to yelp in pleasure and pain.
“It's all yours daddy~ You can do whatever you want to it~” Izumi purred out, getting on her elbows and looking back at her lover.
Mineta smirked as he spread her asscheeks, looking at the nice, shiny hole. Izumi had lubed herself up beforehand, while Mineta’s cock was shiny with spit from an excellent blowjob. “Hope you’re ready slut, cause I’m gonna ruin your ass like I did your pussy!” With that, Mineta aligned his cock head and thrusted forward, having to put quite a bit of effort into getting the head alone inside.
“OH SHIT!” Izumi yelled as tears came to her face. “IT HURTS!! IT HURTS SO MUCH!! PLEASE DADDY, MAKE IT FEEL BETTER!!”
“You gotta give it time, Izumi.” Mineta moaned out, the tightness and the heat that came from Izumi’s tight, virgin ass surrounding his cock as he forced more and more inside, the vice-like grip almost making him lose his cool. “It’ll feel better soon, I promise!”
“OHHH FUCK!” Izumi cried as she came, the pain and small amounts of pleasure making her lose her mind. “PLEASE DADDY, FUCK MY FAT, TIGHT HERO ASS MORE!! THAT WILL MAKE IT FEEL BETTER, DADDY’S MASSIVE BITCH-BREAKING HERO COCK ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!!”
Mineta gave a wordless roar as he thrusted forward, sheathing the entirety of his cock inside Izumi’s ass, the green-haired woman letting out an ear splitting shriek. All the while, Momo watched, her hand having gone back to occupying its spot on her cunt, her book forgotten.
Izumi took several deep breaths before rocking back, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Mineta. “C’mon Daddy, you can fuck me now! Gape my ass with your massive monster cock and make sure all the shrimp dick losers know that you own me~”
Mineta smirked as he slapped her ass, sliding back a bit. “As you wish!” With a grunt of effort, Mineta flung himself forward, hilting himself once again inside Izumi’s ass, before beginning a series of rapid, hard thrust.
Izumi’s eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out, her body shaking from the pleasure she was being given. All the while, Momo watched with bated breath and wide eyes.
‘This is getting ridiculous!’ Momo thought as she continued to absentmindedly play with herself, continuing to watch them. ‘How horny can Izumi and Master be?! Wait…MASTER??!!’
“FUCK!!” Momo cried in tune with Izumi as they both came, Momo’s body convulsing as she squirted across her bed, while a small puddle of fem-cum appeared underneath Izumi. Painting, Momo kept her eyes on Izumi’s pleasure-stricken one. The smile that usually adorned her face, one of endless hope and optimism, was replaced by a perverse copy - this one only conveyed the undeniable pleasure of being owned by a stud like Mineta, the joys of being the class pervert’s personal fuck-pet.
Mineta was reaching his limit as well, the CLAPCLAPCLAP sounds of his hips striking Izumi’s jiggling booty becoming faster as he sped up. “FUCKFUCKFUCK!” He roared as he hilted himself, quickly reaching up and grabbing Izumi’s hair, forcing the Amazon’s head up - forcing her to look at Momo. “TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU DUMB HERO ANAL SLUT!!”
A mighty rumble was heard as Mineta’s balls churned, his ball batter erupting from his cock, a monsoon of jizz flooding into Izumi’s ass. The onslaught of baby batter continued, Izumi’s stomach bloating further and further. Momo noticed…something coming up Izumi’s throat.
“Wait, is that-” Momo began, her eyes wide in shock, before Izumi’s mouth opened and a veritable fountain of jizz spurted from her mouth - right onto Momo.
The Creation user sat there, shocked by what just happened, as another spurt of cum splattered on her, ruining her clothes and the sheets beneath her. “My god…” She murmured, her tongue lashing out on instinct, catching a fat glob of cum and swallowing it. “Sooo good~” She murmured as she scooped up more with her hands. “So thick~”
Mineta growled as he pumped a few more loads into Izumi’s ass, the green-haired women coughing and burping up small amounts of cum. After a few minutes, Mineta withdrew, carefully, so as to not hurt himself.
The pervert of 1A whistled as he watched copious amounts of semen stream from Izumi’s gaping hole. “Well damn, I guess I did ruin you!” He laughed as he spanked her. “I’m gonna go shower and clean my cock, be back soon.” Not even waiting for a gargled reply, Mineta hopped down and waddled out the door, his still steel-hard cock in one hand, the tip leaking enough cum to leave small puddles in the hallway.
Momo watched as the short man left, still scooping up and downing handfuls of his semen, her eyes almost glazed over. Somewhere inside her mind, something snapped. Tearing her clothes off her body, Momo hurried after Mineta, hearing a shower in the girl’s bathroom turn on.
Barging in, Momo took a breath and saw Mineta sitting down on a stool, using Izumi’s body wash. What should have been a clue to Momo that the little pervert had been here before meant nothing now - all that mattered was his cock.
Biting her lip, Momo moved behind Mineta, and squatted down. The guy was so short that he barely came up to her tits - but his massive cock was standing proud and tall, even above his head. Reaching a hand around, Momo grabbed the wet appendage and began to stroke it up and down, slowly.
“Oh?” Mineta made a noise of surprise so fake, even Momo in her horned up state could tell it wasn’t real. “Is there something you need Yaomomo?”
“You…” The ravenette beauty began as she gripped his shaft a bit harder and began stroking faster. “You’re such a deranged little pervert. Always fu-fucking Izumi in public, using this massive bitch-breaking hunk of meat to break that…that…slutty, fat assed cow over and over again~ You just keep breaking her on this monster cock of yours, making her bloat and smell like semen, just doing it whenever and whereever you want~ That’s…that’s…”
“That’s what?”
“So hot~” Momo moaned out as she used some of Mineta’s leaking jizz to lube up his cock more, making her hand go faster, and giving Mineta more pleasure. “You’re so fucking hot, this cock of yours is so hot~ I love it so much~”
“If you really love it so much, then come give it a lick.” The hard order, from someone she usually thought of as beneath her, made Momo shiver with lust and anticipation. Moving quickly, the busty black-haired babe squatted down, this time in front of Mineta, his bitch-breaking cock right in front of her face.
A large blush decorating her face, Momo gripped the cock, giving it a few strokes, before moving closer and licking the leaking tip. “Huuuuuuuuh~” The lewdest moan Momo had ever uttered exited her mouth, the taste of fresh semen much better than when it had to be eaten off the floor or her body. “Shooo ghoood~” The sheer thickness caused Momo’s words to come out with a slur-like effect. Swallowing, Momo smirked down at Mineta, who swore he saw hearts in her eyes.
“Master~” She cooed, laughing gently when he dick throbbed and bounced at his new title. “I know that you love Izumi’s massive ass, but I know what you want even more~” Dropping his cock, Momo hefted her own monstrous body parts - her legendary tits.
Squeezing them together, Momo brought them closer to Mineta’s cock, touching it with her nipples. “Want to fuck my tits, Master~ The tits you’ve been dreaming of since First year~ I wonder how many times you’ve jerked this big boy off to these things~ I wonder, how’d they’d look with your cock sandwiched between them~ Let’s find out!”
With that, Momo mashed Mineta’s monster between her fun-bags, rapidly moving them up and down, sticking her tongue out to lick at his tip and eat more of his delicious semen. “Ohhh, its so big, not even my mega-titties can cover it~Such a stud cock for such a little man~” She giggled as his face grew red, but continued to jerk him off. “Oh, does Master not like being reminded of his height~ It’s ok though, once all the others see this bad boy they’ll know who the real giant of 1A is ~ Mwa!” Momo kissed his tip right as he spurted, a large amount of semen collecting in her mouth.
Moaning with glee, Momo had to almost chew the salty baby batter to make it go down, but she managed. “Soooo gooood~” She moaned as she continued. “You gonna cum for me Master~ Gonna cover my slutty body in your jizz~ Do it~ I want it I WANT ITIWANTIWANTIT-HURG!”
Momo’s cries for more were cut off as Mineta thrusted forward, burying the first few inches of his cock inside her mouth. Momo’s cheeks bulged as a deluge of cum poured inside her mouth, and she tried her best to swallow it all.
Mineta pulled back after several seconds, shooting one last spurt on her face, leaving Momo to cough and gag as she tried to keep all of his seed down. “Haaaaaa!” Momo breathed in deeply after managing to swallow everything. “Thank you MasterrrrrrrOHYES!” Momo’s thanks turned to cries as Mineta latched himself onto her chest, fingers digging into her tits as his mouth wrapped around one of her silver dollar size nipples, and began to suck on them voraciously.
“OHHHHYESSS~” Momo cried as she hugged the shorter man closer to her chest. “SUCK HARDER MASTER!! ALL MY BIG, BOUNTIFUL TIT FLESH, ITS ALL FOR YOU!! NO ONE ELSE IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM, TO SUCK THEM, TO COVER THEM IN CUM!!! ONLY YOU CAN - ONLY YOUR BIG DONKEY COCK IS ALLOWED TO PAINT MY TITTIES WITH CUM!!!”
Growling, Mineta pulled back, slapping the side of her boobs, making Momo cry out in pain. The hot water from the shower continued to rain on them as Mineta ordered her to get on the ground and spread her legs. Momo’s breath came in heavy, quick bursts as the stud between her legs rubbed his massive cock around her dripping pussy.
“Finally!” Mineta ranted as he pushed the head inside, making Momo scream as she came just from that. “I finally get to fuck Momo! I’ve wanted to do this for years, and now here you are, you filthy little slut!”
“OHHHGODYESSS!” Momo cried as she came around Mineta’s cock, more and more of which was being shoved into her formerly virgin pussy. “OH FUCK ME MASTER, FUCK ME HARD~~ I’M SORRY I KEPT REJECTING YOU FOR YEARS, I WAS SO STUPID!!”
“You’d better be sorry! Now, say it with your pussy!” Mineta growled as he began to thrust faster, digging more and more of his cock into her, her pelvis already bulging. “Fuck, you really are virgin! I love fucking virgins, they’re so damn tight! Yes,yes, beg for more you fucking whore!”
Momo begged, she begged for her new Master to dominate her, to bred her, to fuck her, to carve the memory of his massive monster cock into her womb, so that no one, especially the shrimp dicks in their class, could ever match him!
Mineta responded by going faster and harder, the slapping of skin overpowering the rushing of water in the bathroom. Groaning, Mineta knew he was cumming soon, and he knew just where to send this load.
“TAKE IT YOU BIG TITTIED WHORE, YOU FAT CHESTED FUCK-PET! YOU’RE MY FUCKING TOOL, MY PUSSY SLAVE - JUST LIKE IZUMI, I’LL USE YOU WHENEVER I WANT! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD MOMO!!!”
Hilting, Mineta roared as he unloaded inside her, his jizz flooding into her womb. Momo cried and shuddered as orgasm after orgasm wrecked through her body, her mind slowly turning into mush as her belly bloated. As excess semen began to spill from her pussy, Momo’s eyes rolled back into her head, the pleasure far too much for the former virgin to handle.
Mineta panted as he pulled out, his cock still hard and leaking - a true testament of his powers as a man. Looking down at the broken slut, the Grape user smirked. “2 down,” he remarked, marching forward and grabbing Momo’s hair, yanking her up for a kiss “and many more to go!”
(Day 6 - Morning)
Shoto Todoroki hobbled down to the kitchen, earlier than anyone would conceive. He had been doing his best to stay out of the way of Izumi and Mineta, who took especially delight in tormenting him with all the…sex they’d been having.
He still couldn’t believe that his plan had come undone. He had only asked Momo out because Ashido had convinced him that it would make Izumi jealous enough to confess. When the confused boy had asked Mina why he shouldn’t just confess, the reply he got was something along the lines of “where’s the romance in that?”
He should have never listened. Now here he was, with no girlfriend, the woman he loved now with the hated class pervert, and his ex-girlfriend (clearly attracted now to the same pervert) wouldn’t even look at him.
He supposed the only plus side was, with everyone else returning tomorrow, they’d have to be more discrete with their actions…right?
A wet sucking sound drew him from his mind, his eyes widening as he took in the (to him) horrific sight in the kitchen. Mineta was sitting at the kitchen counter, shoving eggs into his mouth, while Momo knelt below him, moaning as she eagerly stroked his massive cock with her equally massive tits. As for Izumi, the Amazon of 1A was underneath the moaning Momo, eating her pussy with all the vigor of a woman dying of thirst.
Shoto watched as the three continued, not even aware of him. After Mineta covered the two with his seed (and made yet another mess), the trio quickly moved to the couches, where Izumi forced Momo onto all fours.
Shoto hurriedly turned around, doing his best to maintain some dignity as he walked away, the sounds of their rutting mocking him as they grew louder and louder. Eventually reaching his room, Shoto locked the door and sank to the floor, curling up into a ball.
The sounds of skin slapping skin, the rumbling of Mineta’s hefty balls as he came, the cries of pleasure from both girls, and the jeering taunts they threw at him all echoed in his head as he pulled his shorts down and did what he had been doing since the day of Izumi’s confession.
Stroking his insignificantly small cock as his mind supplied images of Mineta dominating the two women - his women - all the while their taunts echoed in his ears.
(Downstairs)
“Ahh good girls!” Mineta said as he laid back on the couch, a large golden crown atop his head. Momo had been kind enough to make him one after his morning blowjob. He had to admit, he could get used to waking up, cuddled between two beauties, with them working together to please him.
Which, coincidently, is what they were doing right now. Both girls, naked as the day they were born, lathering up his cum covered cock as both their pussies dripped with his seed.
“Thank you Master~/Of course, Daddy~”
“We live to serve~”
Shuddering, Mineta idly wondered who was next for his growing harem. Hmm, maybe Jirou - it would be fun to cuck Kaminari, even if he was his best friend. Oh, or maybe Ochako - that girl was soft in all the right places.
Decisions, decisions. So many to choose from and so hard. But hey, nobody ever said that life as King would be easy! |
Title: (Mother's Day 1shot) Anything She Wants
Chapter title: what-hell-is-wrong-with-me...
Story Description:
Ochako's mom gets appreciation for raising one of the best girls, that's it
Cuckqueening, Impregnation, A little bit of MaleDom from Deku and Femdom from Ochako on her own momma... This shit gets kinky
Anime & MangaNLSx♂
Story Content:
Alright so, I figured anyone doing Mother's day stuff would do Mitsuki, Inko, Midnight, and maybe even Kyoka's mom. None of that's bad, of course, but I wanted to give Ochako's momma some love today.
Also, sorry for the slow updates, but I promise it's getting better ^^"
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Ochako promised her mother one thing this Mother's day, the day that marked about 7 months of her parent's divorce: That she was allowed to have anything she wanted, anything in the whole world.
Like every other year on every holiday, she requested nothing, and "It's the thought that matters, sweetheart." But goddamn it that won't fly for a year longer, not on her watch!
The young heroine spent an entire month trying to search for the perfect present for her mom. Something she would want, something she would need
So why the hell was such a simple task so hard to do?! It took hours of mental gymnastics, and up until the day before mother's day she failed to come up with anything...
On the bright side, her fiance and baby-daddy Izuku noticed the stress and distraught the search brought her, which led to right now in the present:
Ochako laid flat on her back, sighing in content. Izuku's bare, firm hand massaged the small baby bump in her womb while the other massaged her left breast as he laid on her left side. Both adults were naked, laying on their bed completely uncovered.
Izuku kissed the side of her neck, lightly licking her neck and sucking on it every once in a while, his eager cock pressed and throbbing against her thick thigh. Remembering she was going to become a mother soon, Izuku decided to give her an 'early mother's day gift' in the form of body worship.
He moaned into her neck as she did into the heated air, her mind getting fuzzy and unfocused, just like Izuku wanted. "Oooh~... D-Do that thing with m-my thighs, please sweetie~?" She pleaded, squeezing her thighs together.
With a smile, Izuku began to slowly nibble her neck as he pinched her thighs. He rubbed her flesh between her fingers, making her mewl before he let go and moved it over her leaking pussy.
"Y-Yes! Touch my sweet, hot pussy!" She panted, her hand going to her other breast and grabbing it roughly.
Izuku chuckled, kissing her neck one last time before pulling away and whispering huskily in her ear. "Ochako~... I have a philosophy when it comes to Mother's Day:" He took a moment to kiss her ear and graze her eager clit. "- That this is how all Mothers should feel, worshipped and satisfied..." He said, fingering her clit and squeezing down on her breast harder.
Ochako bit her lip hard, shaking in pleasure and pain. "F-Fuck yeah baby~... Best. Gift. Eve- WAIT!"
"Gah! W-What?!" Izuku shouted, nearly launched off his fiance as she bolted upright, her eyes wide. She turned to him at break-neck speed, a wide smile on her face and the infamous puppy-dog eyes.
"Ochako, I don't trust that look."
"Deku, sweetie, my love?" She asked, getting on all fours and closer to him.
"Oh dear lord..." He muttered under his breath, looking her up and down in worry. "... Y-Yes?"
She put one finger on his muscular chest, looking a bit crazed. "I know exactly what to give my mom tomorrow~... And I'll need your help."
Izuku raised an eyebrow in suspicion before his eyes went wide. "Hey... Hey, no. You ALWAYS do this when you don't have anything else." He put bluntly, crossing his arms.
Ochako scoffed. "No, I don't..." She said while crossing her own arms.
"You gave me as Asui's gift for the past two years, Ochako... And every Christmas when you didn't have enough time to go shopping. AND the last three Reunion-Halloween parties, you forced me into a bull costume and made me stay for the... afterparty" Izuku said with a shiver.
Ochako shook her head, deciding that she couldn't argue with that. "But please Deku, this is my mom! If anyone needs this, it's her!" She whined, her puppy eyes expanding.
Izuku tried turning away with a hiss like a vampire from sunlight, but couldn't bring himself. And after a few more moments, he sighed deeply and put a hand on Ochako's head, petting it for a moment as she looked hopeful.
"... Fine. I'll do it, but I'm giving you hell to pay next chance I get." He warned, sitting back.
Ignoring the threat, Ochako cheered and bounced with joy, making her breasts and ass bob up and down, making Izuku lick his lips.
"Yay!! Thank you, thank you, thank you Deku!" She cried as she brought him into a hug, pressing her bare chest against him.
"Y-Yeah, it's no big deal..." He assured, patting Ochako's back before she finally pulled away. "Fine then... So how about I go back to giving you your present, yeah~?"
Ochako giggled and straddled his lap, kissing his cheek. "Yes please~..."
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Izuku, from the moment Ochako proposed her idea, didn't want anything to do with how she planned to pull it off, how she planned to rope her mom into it in the first place, or WHY she wanted him to fuck her mom in the first place.
And even when he stood outside Ochako's Mom's room, he didn't want to know how he got there. "Okay Deku, you can come in now!" Ochako said from the other side in a husky, eager voice.
Izuku just sighed, looking down at his body that was only covered by grey sweatpants.
He opened the door and entered, shutting it behind him. Inside, Ochako's mom, Saiko, sat back on the bed. She was a beautiful, mature woman with short brown hair, small eyes with a bit of wrinkle on the sides, a slightly pudgy stomach and limbs, thick thighs, and a fatty bubble ass with impressive D-cup breasts. She had Ochako's fair and soft skin, along with her pink cheeks. In short: Saiko was like a more mature version of Ochako.
She sat on the bed naked, while Ochako sat on a chair to the side, fully clothed and looking eager.
"O-Oh my..." Saiko gasped out as she looked over Deku's large, muscular form with scars to show his experience and hard work. "I-I must admit: I was a bit... flustered the first time I saw you in person, but like this... wow..."
Ochako giggled, looking her fiance up and down. "Mhm~..."
Izuku just smiled a bit, putting his hands on his hips. "Happy Mother's day Ms. Uraraka."
"Just call m-me Saiko, please." She requested, almost biting her lip as she began to lightly rub her pussy.
He nodded, walking over and getting on the bed, sitting down on it, and letting her get close and personal with his throbbing erection. "Alright then, Saiko. Just lay back and let me ease you-"
"Um, Izuku-" She said, putting a hand up. "No offense, but I've been going through something of a... Dry spot, for a while. So if you don't mind, I'd like it if we could skip the foreplay." Saiko requested, laying back and spreading her legs, letting Izuku get a full view of her shaven and wet flower.
After a moment Izuku shrugged, grabbing his pants. "Hey, it's your special day after all..." he said, taking them off in one fell swoop.
And then moment he did, Saiko's jaw dropped as her eyes widened to dinner plates. Izuku had just pulled out a massive and towering 13-Inch log of meat, thicker than his wrist and throbbing with excitement as his heavy-looking balls hung underneath, churning with hot cum to pump into the plump MILF.
Izuku smirked at her reaction, putting a hand on her head and patting it. "What's the matter, Saiko? Too much to handle, eh?" He asked with a chuckled, making Ochako giggle from the side, her hand already wrist-deep in her pants.
She gulped nervously, not saying a word as he got into position over her and placed his cockhead at her pussy lips. "Ready for this?" He asked the older Uraraka, rubbing it back and forth a little bit.
"Y-Yes, Izuku!" Saiko cried, laying back as Izuku pinned her legs with his body in a mating press, ensuring he would be hitting the deepest parts of her pussy. "Fuck me hard, sweetie! Show my lonely, desperate little pussy what it could have been getting!" She begged as Izuku trapped her soft, plush body under his.
"Anything you want, Saiko..." He said huskily into her ear, suddenly thrusting a solid half of his cock into her tight pussy. He grit his teeth as Saiko screamed in wild lust, 'F-Fuck she's tight...' "Are you sure you've given birth? You're tighter than Ochako!" He said through his teeth, slowly rocking his cock back and forth in his fiance's mom.
Ochako moaned, biting her collar as she continued to finger her pussy. "Make her nice and loose, Izuku... don't let her forget her present." She reminded with a small giggle, watching as Izuku plunge about half his cock into her mother's pussy.
Saiko began panting, her eyes rolled back as Izuku kept pumping. "S-So big!! Fuck me harder, Izuku! Stuff me with your cock!"
Smirking wide, Izuku began to roughly pound Saiko, loosening up her pussy and going faster due to her wetness. "Mmm... Want it rough, Saiko? I'll make you beg me to make you a mother again." He promised, finally hilting inside her and making his balls smack against her fat ass.
"Yes!! Fuck me like a doll, Izuku!!" She begged with a pleasure-drunken smile as Izuku began to thrust in and out of Saiko, picking up the pace quickly and adding in more force every second, making the brunette MILF scream in pleasure.
"It'd be my pleasure, Saiko... Hey, wanna know something about Ochako over there?" He said, fucking Saiko even harder as his smirk widened. "She's fucking obsessed with watching me go to town on other girls..." He informed, making Saiko turn to her daughter with a smile.
"Mm~ Is that true, Ochako? Have I raised an, Ooooh~!! A-An insatiable cuck~?" She panted, giggling as Ochako nodded. "W-Well, let me show you what you could've been getting~..." Saiko turned to Izuku, who was huffing like a bull as he pounded Saiko. "Izuku, please: Fuck me harder than you do my little girl!! Do what you did to her when you made her a mommy!"
Smirking evily, Izuku gave a short look to Ochako, who was close to an orgasm, and winked. "Gotcha, Saiko~..." He said, activating full cowling and beginning to pound Saiko like a jackhammer, or a wild animal in heat who needed to empty his balls in the nearest and horniest bitch around.
"YEESS~!! FUCK ME, IZUKU!! FUCK ME YOU FUCKING BULL!! MAKE ME A MOMMY AGAIN, KNOCK ME UP LIKE YOU DID MY OWN DAUGHTER!!" Saiko screamed, cumming violently all over Izuku's cock with another scream.
"Such a naughty mom. But you deserve it for being such a good one: You raised one of the most amazing women I know, so this is what you get~!!" He roared, his brain bringing a spine-shivering and cock-throbbing image in his head: Both Uraraka, Now Midoriya, women were on all fours on their bed, sharing Izuku's cock as he laid back and looking at the two heavily pregnant women greedily.
A nice fantasy, but it was a next to an impossible reality. But hey, it was real right now, so he might as well enjoy it... And by god enjoy it he did.
"FUUUCK~!! MY PUSSY'S NEVER BEEN STRETCHED LIKE THIS BEFORE!!" She screamed, placing her arms around him as he pounded Saiko's cunt harder than before.
"Good! Take it you naughty goddamn MILF! Take your gift and tell us how much you love it!" He roared, gritting his teeth hard as his cock throbbed inside her.
"I LOVE IT, IZUKU!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVELY FIANCE'S COCK, OCHAKO!! THANK YOU FOR LETTING HIM BREED MY BRAI OUT!!" She screamed one last time before Izuku grunted.
"Take my load, Saiko!!" He roared one last time, finally hilting inside Saiko and cumming deep inside, making her stick her tongue out as she came all over again, their cum mixing together.
Panting and huffing, both Izuku and Saiko laid there for a full minute as Ochako rode out her own orgasm, laying flat in the chair.
A minute or so later, Izuku snorted like a bull and pulled out... only to grab Saiko's body and flip her around on her stomach, hands on her hips and rubbing his cock between her asscheeks.
Ochako bit her lip, giggling as Saiko's eyes widened and looked back at Izuku. "What? You didn't think Ochako would give you a present with only ONE use, did you?" He said with a smirk, his cock throbbing as he teased Saiko's stuffed pussy.
Turning to Ochako with the same shocked look, Ochako just shrugged. "He's right momma~... Happy Mother's Day~ |
Title: -11th Grade- Chris, the Player
Tags: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Masturbation, Reluctance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity
Introduction:
I found this story in one of my folders a long time ago, it only has the first and third parts so I'd have to write the second one. Tell me if you want me to. Thanks. Funny how I never post any of my new writings. Oh, and, apparently my stories have been too violent and this isn't really violent, and as it goes on the story steers away from sex and more towards love and a relationship. Just news of what's in store. Anyhow, read on and comment if you wish.
Content:
-11th Grade- Chris, the Player
“Hurry up! Or you’ll be late for school!” I roused myself from my deep slumber and wiped the sleep from my eyes. The rising sun cast a warm beam of light onto my blanket, warming me, and tempting me to drift back to sleep. To keep myself awake, I yelled back.
“You tell me this every day, and yet I’ve never been late!”
“That’s because I tell you every day!”
I pulled off my blankets and stood up, completely naked. I went into the adjoining bathroom, and quickly took a shower, letting the hot water engulf my body. I quickly cleaned myself up, and got out of the shower, dried off my body from head to toe, and walked back into my room.
I closed the curtains, before anyone saw me naked, and went over to my door and locked it. I wobbled dizzily, still half-asleep, over to my closet and dresser to get dressed. I pulled out a lacy bra, some cotton panties, and managed to get them on without passing out. I found a scarlet-colored skirt and slipped it on along with a white tank top and a scarlet, school issued, jacket. I found some white socks, and a pair of black leather slip-ons, I wasn’t in the mood for flashy shoes today. I walked over to my mirror, put on some cherry lipstick, but only a little. I ran a brush through my long brown hair, which was already forming into curly locks after drying. I hadn't had any time to straighten it.
I looked at the clock, swore under my breath, and quickly got my book bag and escaped from the house. I raced to the bus stop and reached it just as the yellow deathtrap pulled up to my stop.
Jason, my neighbor, with his cropped night-sky-black hair, copper skin, and vibrant green eyes looked at me and laughed, “One of these days you’re gonna be late.” He shook his head and walked up the steps and down the aisle before taking a seat.
“Never!” I followed him and sat down next to him, leaving him plenty of space to put his backpack in between me and him, which he did accordingly.
If it had been someone else, somebody would have turned around or made fun of us, but everyone on that bus knew we had been friends for years, so nobody dared to say anything. We didn’t date; we didn’t like each other that way.
I pulled out my Government textbook and began studying for my test.
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“And that concludes the day’s announcements, all students report to third period.” The drone of Mrs. Ironclad finally came to an end, as we all wished it finally would. I stood up, shaking myself to awareness and away from the state of boredom the announcements had dragged me into, and forced myself to think clearly.
Finished Government, along with the test… It had been hard, but luckily I was prepared and I think I did well. Now, I need to go put away my government book and get the other textbooks for my next class.
English - yay! A bit excited about it already, I quickly gathered up my books and headed to my locker. My friend, moving slower in gathering up her supplies, followed closely behind.
I weaved my way through the ongoing crowd of students while barely thinking about it, my mind was definitely elsewhere. Someone said “hi” to me in the hallway, I smiled and kept going. I reached my locker, started spinning the dial on it, but then stopped abruptly as my eyes wandered off.
The clank of slamming lockers and rumble of students screaming at each other in their loud, somewhat pointless conversations served as only a minor distraction to me in the hallway of Eagleton High School. The bell would be ringing in seven minutes but I could care less. I stood, staring; I hadn’t even opened my locker yet. My feet were locked to the ground, my arms wrapped around my books, and my eyes glued to one thing, and only one thing.
I faintly heard my friend walk up to me, say something I didn’t hear, open her locker, talk to me more, and then wondering why I wasn’t responding. It took her only seconds to trace my eyes and then understand.
“Ahhh… him.” She sounding knowing, but I was only aware by a thread, “Yeah he’s hot, you like him?” My friend whispered softly into my ear. I could barely hear her, as I can barely hear anything when I’m so obsessed I cannot help but stare.
I barely found myself enough to respond a mumbled, “No.” It was a lie; an obvious one at that. I hopelessly stared at him as he stood there, a good five lockers away from me - absolutely transfixed - like always. His face was gorgeous, with smooth blonde hair that reached to his neck and his crystalline blue eyes sparkled intelligently every time I looked into them. His skin was slightly tanned and perfectly complimented his flawless features. But his smile, his smile was my favorite. His lips curved into a gentle smile that wasn’t too wide or too small. He often showed me such grins on occasion, passing me in the hallway or glancing at me from across the room. He didn’t have braces, and his teeth were a soft white, clean, but not bright. His delicately curved chin had small stubbles of facial hair, but other than that his face was clean-shaven.
My eyes wandered lower… to his chest. He was wearing a solid black muscle shirt; against the dress code of course, but things like that didn’t stop him from showing off his body. His chest was well built, his abs outlined clearly through the thin layer of fabric. I didn’t know for sure, but I envisioned his chest being hairless.
My eyes ventured lower - oops! I stopped myself too late.
I forced myself to pull away from him, I shouldn’t look there! I barely knew him anyhow, what was I thinking? And not to mention it isn’t like me at all: I can control myself. No, not when it came to him. I stole another glance back at his face, and noticed him gazing back at me.
He winked, flicked his hair seductively, and grinned at me. Oh, I loved that mischievous, devilish grin! It never failed to make me blush though. My face burned crimson and I turned down in shame to my cute fuzzy boots. My curly locks of brunette hair clouded my view, and for once I was thankful.
For some reason I found my eyes on his hands. They were nice hands, large, he looked like he used them often enough, and I was certainly correct. His hands moved from his pockets, and I followed their route. They found their way to where they could work their magic on a young girl who he had managed to entangle with his arms in a hug, from behind. I was slightly surprised, for him doing such a thing in the hallway, but part of me suspected that it happened often.
I recognized the girl immediately, Marcia from English! She had appeared independent enough. She had thought herself too good for boys. I guess she was wrong, judging from her posture, position, and the look of childish glee and eagerness on her face. She was pretty, with strawberry blonde hair, pale skin, and pretty glasses that gave her that typical ‘sexy librarian’ look. She had her curves in all the right places, wonderful curves that flaunted her large breasts and ass, but she could use some touching up personality wise. I wondered why this gorgeous boy had chosen her when he could have anyone, especially someone who wouldn’t be so disagreeable.
My friend’s voice interrupted my dirty thoughts again, “His name’s Chris Fowler,” I remembered now. “The guy’s a player,” Ah, that explained his choice of Marcia; he wanted sex and would probably be done with her soon. That would teach her something! “He’s never had a girlfriend for more than a month! If I were you I’d stay with your friends, you can trust them. Just wait, Marcia will get her virginity taken away soon enough, and then she’ll be left to rot like the rest of them. That’ll put her panties in a twist!” Tara, my friend, laughed at her own joke - I was barely listening though.
Chris’s noticeably experienced hands delicately cupped Marcia’s breasts through her tank top, and pulled her up against his strong body. My friend watched with me for a moment, said “Hmph!”, and then furiously paced off to her next class, slamming her locker as she went. I kept staring, oblivious to the crowds storming by me.
The time passed quickly, as I watched his hands cup her breasts more, his lips softly touch to her neck, and his hands deliberately move down to her thighs to caress her skin more. I could see her expressions, intense pleasure from her smiles, and fiery lust from her eyes. She wanted him badly enough, I could tell, but he seemed content enough to simply kiss for now. I could tell he was teasing her, and enjoying it so. He was probably going to take her virginity soon, and just stay with her for a couple more sex and make-out sessions before finding a new toy. I watched more, and I found myself gradually become wetter as one of his hands slipped up her skirt and played around with her more. His mouth moved up, to nibble on her ear while his hands cultivated her lust until she was filled with such a desire that she leaned up against him, finding it hard to keep standing.
Time was short; I had less than a minute left before I was tardy.
I tore myself from this scene, half wondering what would happen and half appalled that I had watched so much of it, and crammed a textbook into my locker and pulled out another. I took a quick glance in the small mirror, dabbed a smudge of cherry lipstick off with a tissue, and straitened my silken hair before turning away and racing off to English.
Back in the hallway I could hear the yells of the Assistant Principal - probably scolding Chris and Marcia for their activities - and I grinned, thinking “Haha. Marcia’s gonna be late.”
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“Today, class, we’re going to learn some Shakespeare.”
“Awwww!!” Chorused the class, and Miss Foster had to smile. She always loved their reactions, and teaching students had become more than just a job to her because of the connections she made, it was her life.
She looked as if she could giggle girlishly any moment, but then the amusement whisked away just as quickly as it had appeared as Miss Foster spoke again, “I know you guys hate it, to say the truth… I hate it. But unfortunately it’s in the curriculum, and you guys sort of have to learn in here.” She was my favorite teacher, and youngest. According to her son, Jason, she’s twenty-six. I didn’t believe it at first, but he had said he was adopted, and she did seem to understand what the kids in her class went through on a daily basis.
The only problem with Miss Foster is that a couple times she had lost control of the class. Sometimes the sixteen-year-old kids didn’t want to listen to a teacher who wasn’t much older than them, and I had even heard people talk about Miss Foster in a sexual way, surprisingly enough. It was not surprising to see a boy at least once a semester, jacking off at the back of the class while whispering her name. Every time they found someone doing it, it was Nick, the silly boy who always joked around with everyone, but kept everything minus masturbation to his girlfriend. Miss Foster looked around the classroom carefully, eying the students and their activities while she stalked quietly to her desk and pulled out an old, antique book.
The class let out choruses of “Awww”s before she smiled and put down the book.
The young, dirty blonde haired teacher moved to a desk in the first row and sat down next to a student. They started talking about some book or other, but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was elsewhere.
Even now, Chris and Marcia still hadn’t shown up. That was surprising. Usually Miss Goody-two-shoes always showed up on time, but obviously she had given in to her desires and only God knew what she and Chris were doing now. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I raised my hand…
“Yes Alyson?” Miss Foster noticed my raised hand within seconds and she was quick to call on me. Having been Jason’s friend for years, we’re pretty close. In my younger years, she let me and Jason have sleepovers. Recently she had stopped allowing that though - we all knew why, but I didn’t mind that much. It was understandable, and anyhow, she’s my favorite teacher. I couldn’t get angry at her.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but the words came from my mouth on their own accord, “I’m actually feeling a little sick, can I take a pass and go to the restroom?” I managed to look somewhat sick and she looked at me, concerned.
Her eyebrows rose with apparent worry, “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the nurse? I can write you a pass for there.” She would have I’m sure, but going home or laying down in a cot for thirty minutes was not what I was trying to do.
“No I’m fine; if I need to go there I’ll ask you once I get back. I might be a while, is that ok?” I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but I needed time and I needed out of class. A note from the teacher would suffice; I wouldn’t be gone that long… I thought.
“Sure, we’re not getting anywhere in here.” She spoke over the teenagers already caught up in their own conversations. Jason waved at me, from across the class, as I walked out of the room. I smiled and waved back. I closed the door soundlessly.
I still didn’t know what I was doing.
The feeling I had was so strange. I didn’t know where I was going and I wasn’t really controlling myself, but I was seeing and taking in everything through my eyes. I felt like I was trapped in my body, unable to do anything but watch. Or maybe my body was just on auto-pilot, and I just had to take control and turn around. But I didn’t. I was curious where this would take me, even though I think it was fairly obvious.
I found myself back at my locker, and then I realized what I was doing. I had suspected it, but it was only confirmed now. I wanted to see Chris and Marcia. I wanted to watch what they did; it had made me feel different and even a little excited. I walked to the nearby restroom, peeked in, but heard nothing. I walked into the restroom at the other end of the hallway, listened carefully, heard nothing, and walked on. I had checked several of the restrooms and janitorial closets, but was unable to find anything. Surely they hadn’t ditched school? But then again, you could never be sure where their cravings would take them.
There were only a few restrooms left, and hopefully they were in one of them. There weren’t many places they could have their fun without being caught, but the restroom would be safer than the hallway. I paced around the corner and down a corridor, and then stopped at the door.
I had found them. Unless, of course, there were others fucking in the bathroom.
The audible moans of ecstasy gave it away immediately. I knew I should go back, turn them in, and pretend it had never happened. At least I should leave! But I was curious, and turned on so by Chris and I wanted to see. So I quietly crept into the restroom, unsure of what I would do if they saw me.
I saw them both instantly, both in plain sight. Both were stripped down completely, and all their articles of clothing were strewn carelessly around the room. Marcia’s back was to me, giving me a view of her much-praised ass, with even paler skin than the rest of her angelic body. Chris was facing me, but I’m not sure he could notice me, his hair shrouded his eyes. His hands were on Marcia’s ivory ass: one on each cheek, his fingers digging to the soft, supple skin as he pulled her body into him. She moaned, she screamed, she cried out in childish glee with each touch he presented her with, each caress of his lips over hers, and each thrust. His hands roughly massaged her bare ass, stroked it, gripped tighter, and pinched it, pulling her against him to end each sensation with the constant soothing warmth of his tender lips on hers.
Outside the bathroom another observer sat up against the wall. They listened carefully to the moans of waves of mixed agony and delight, paying careful mind to the three young students experiencing sex in the bathroom. Holding back urges to masturbate; the observer started a tape recorder.
I was not new to kissing, or being touched by a boy. I had let both be done to me on occasion, and so it was the thrusts that I was most interested in. Of course, from my position, I was unable to see anything of Chris’s lower body, especially his dick. I could only see his face, himself being taller than Marcia, and Marcia’s back, not to mention his action with her ass. Regardless, I didn’t dare move for fear of being seen, whether I longed to see his cock or not.
Then Chris flicked his hair, flashed his eyes at me, and grinned at me. I was discovered. Wow, that had been fast, and far simpler and easier than I had thought it would be. Chris practically ignored me, minus his seductive smile, and continued with Marcia. I found myself confused, why didn’t he say anything?
He guided Marcia up against the wall only a few feet from me, giving me a sideways view of what he was doing to her. I wondered why he would do such a thing. He did it for my entertainment, perhaps. He pushed her up against the wall, and she stayed that way, wobbling dizzily before she was settled. His hands moved up to hers, and his fingers intertwined with hers and he held them above her head up against the wall. He had her pinned, and he was in the dominant position while she simply let him do as he wanted to her. Marcia groaned, and I noticed the puddles on the ground - by the looks of it Marcia had already had several orgasms. Chris lowered his head to her breasts and took one of her considerable tits into his mouth. He suckled on it, exciting more moans from Marcia, who now was practically a zombie, her only desire was sex.
By now I was soaking wet. Having walked in on such a scene, even on purpose, had gotten me wetter than I had been in a long time. I lowered my hand to my skirt, and slid it up, carefully slipped underneath my cotton panties, and began playing with myself to satisfy what I knew I truly desired.
Chris finished with Marcia’s breasts, kissed her on the lips again, and aligned his throbbing eight inch manhood with her vagina again. I watched, from the side, as he eased it in gradually, letting more caresses of his lips cover her neck, face, lips, eyelids, and cheeks help to her relax. He had slid in about an inch when he stopped, whispered something to her - probably something dirty, and then thrust in all the way to the base. I winced at the thought, it looked painful but I was even more turned on at the sight of their two bodies connected.
“CHRIS!! Oh… God… CHRISSSS!! Fuck… me… Fuck me…” Marcia was panting and squirming up against the wall, and I had never thought there’d be a day I’d hear Marcia asking for a boy to give her something, but here I was. And even stranger, she was asking for sex! She groaned in pain and pleasure as he pulled out and grinded back in again, “I’m your whore! Fuck me!”
He obliged, lightheartedly, and proceeded to keep thrusting with extreme speed and pace, keeping a steady, rapid pace of short, hard thrusts. Marcia arched her hips to meet his thrusts, allowing him to push even deeper into her. I couldn’t completely comprehend either feeling they had, the feeling of electricity pulsing through Marcia’s veins like liquid fire, or the pressure and agonizing grip of Marcia’s vaginal muscles squeezing and pressuring him for release. But regardless, I found the whole scene extremely hot. I watched the two fuck for a long time, at least twenty minutes, in this same style. Chris held her still and fucked her as he chose; long and hard, and she simply enjoyed whatever he gave her.
I could tell, as this went on, that while Marcia was enjoying herself, Chris was in this only for his own pleasure. Marcia’s pleasure was only a side benefit. I could tell from the way he thrust into her, from the way he kissed her, the speed, the smirk on his face and the lack of true emotion in his eyes that showed he really didn’t care about her. My friend was right, Chris was a player.
He was handsome… gorgeous really. I hadn’t seen someone so hot other than movie stars, but even they didn’t possess the same young looks and flirty qualities. I had seen him flirt on occasion, and to say the truth, I liked how he did it; regardless that it was a bit dirty. Seeing him having sex awakened a darker side of me that I was somewhat nervous about, also a little bit afraid of. For certain, I felt a desire for him. Also, though, I knew that I could never do anything with him unless I was certain he would fall in love with me, or else it would just be sex. Although that was an interesting concept, I didn’t like the thought of being dumped after having whatever dignity I had taken away.
By now, Marcia was nearly out of it. She had had more than her share of orgasms and was beyond exhaustion. She slumped up against Chris, murmuring gibberish as he guided her back away from the wall. She almost dropped to the floor, but he wrapped one of his arms around her back and pulled her soft, pale body up against him. With his other hand he delicately leaned her head against his shoulder, and touched his lips to her neck during this relaxing embrace, before letting the hand wander away on its own, still trying to find some entertainment in the worn out girl. It rested on her ass, again, and went back to massaging each cheek lovingly before brushing over her ass crack, making the young girl sigh contently as she drifted off to sleep. When her breathing deepened and she was asleep, he tightened his grip on the supple skin of her soft ass. He thrust forward with his hips and grinded into her again, feeling her vagina muscles contract and squeeze around his cock that was more than ready to give in by now.
He let go, and his warm cream shot deep into her. He thrust in and out a couple more times before he ran out of sperm and his cock deflated in the comforting depths of another girl who had lost her virginity to him. I wondered, now, if Marcia was on birth control. They didn’t seem concerned about pregnancy or even STDs. Chris wasn’t wearing a condom, but I hadn’t really expected he would. To do that would reduce his pleasure.
Marcia was out, it seemed apparent that Chris had really taken a lot out of her. I half expected him to get on the ground and help her get comfortable, but then again, I remembered he really didn’t care about her. He let go of her, and let the naked girl slide to the ground. He leaned down, gathered up his clothes, paying no mind to Marcia’s. I watched him get dressed, slip on his lime green boxers and loose baggy jeans, and finally his black muscle shirt. He washed his hands, and got splashed some onto his face and hair.
I would have stared at him more, enjoyed his body, but I was a bit worried about Marcia. I got down next to her, some of Chris’s sperm was oozing back out of her vagina and onto the floor, but aside from that she seemed fine enough. Her face was on the floor sideways, her cheek pressed to the grimy floor and her hair everywhere. Her arms lay at her sides, her large pale breasts pressed against the dirty tile, and her ivory legs lay flat on the ground. It was a sad thing to see, regardless of how beautiful she looked fully naked or the hotness of Chris’s cum oozing back out of her, it was so sad to see Marcia ruined.
“It’s alright, baby, I’m all yours now.” Somehow Chris had gotten behind me. What he said scared me a little, but I was horny from watching what he did to Marcia. I wanted him to have sex with me, but I knew now that regardless of his body, his smile, his looks, he was devoid of love, which is what I wanted most from him.
Chris’s warm hands rested on my shoulders, barely massaging them. I turned around to push him away but before I could even move my hands his lips connected with mine. I tried to resist - I did! But the feelings were so good, and I was horny enough as it was. His hands had now found their way to my petite ass, and were delicately rubbing the skin through my skirt and pulling my body against him and releasing in a steady rhythm. He kissed me more passionately, and I struggled to resist, but he was much stronger than me and I didn’t have a chance. His lips were so smooth, and warm. They soothingly rolled over mine again and again, and his pants, now showing a bulge, pressed against my skirt harder.
He tasted my lips, and grinned roguishly, “Cherry flavored, how sexy.” He moved back to kissing me, and forced his tongue into my mouth. Once I let him in, I had given in. Struggling would prove useless. I now realized that I had to try to enjoy it or else he would be raping me.
No…! I couldn’t let him have sex with me! I couldn’t be a slut! My virginity was mine… and only someone who deserved it should have it: Someone who loved me, someone who wanted more than sex. Someone I could count on to never lie to me, to never stop cherishing me like how I felt Chris was doing now, even though it was evidently fake.
If I resisted… what would he do? If I told him I would report him for rape… what would he do? Would he kill me? Was he capable of that? I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to find out. I had to give in.
“I want to touch you, I want to feel you. Lemme take off your clothes, baby.” My only response was a quick swallow and curt nod, but for him it was more than enough. He began undressing me. His hands, very carefully slipped off my jacket, feeling my smooth-skinned arms as he pulled down the sleeves and dropped the jacket to the floor. He put his hands at my sides, and moved upwards, slipping off my tank top as he did in one smooth stroke. His hands rested at my bare shoulders, my upper body completely open to him except my bra, and he slipped his hands around my slender body and pulled me up against him in a devoted embrace. I sighed and leaned up against him, wishing that it would stay like that and I didn’t have to be afraid, but I knew it was too good to be true.
The hug’s only purpose was so he could undo my bra.
His fingers delicately undid my bra and the lacy fabric dropped to the floor. How typical, I thought, as he looked over my breasts hungrily. Mine were smaller than Marcia’s, but the pale orbs of soft skin fit well into his large hands and he enjoyed playing with them. He cupped the delicate skin carefully, leaned his head forward and gently kissed the tip of each one, before pulling back and watching his handiwork. He held my breasts, one occupied each of his loving hands, and rolled them around in his hands for a moment, feeling them with his warm fingers all over, and it looked as if he was thinking what to do next.
I looked down at Marcia, the pale girl was dead asleep, and I had no idea how long she’d be out, or for that matter, how long I’d been in here. Chris interrupted my thoughts by tightening his grip on my soft skin and easing his warm thumb into the center of my breast while the rest of his practiced hand would alternate between cupping either breast. His other hand made away from my naked upper body, wandering down to where I knew it would eventually find. He pulled up my skirt and looked at my soaking wet panties. I saw his delightful grin, and he flicked his hair as he looked up at me again, “You adorably cute whore, you’re fucking wet for me!”
I felt like a whore, but I knew I wasn’t! His talking dirty to me only succeeded in turning me on more, and he chuckled at me as I gave him a look he saw as desperation.
“Oh Alyson, I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long.” He seemed a bit unbelieving, and yet it was me who was surprised. How could such a handsome, gorgeous, and even sexy boy be surprised he could get me? Didn’t he know how his smiles made my heart melt? Didn’t he know how I felt like I would fall apart every time I saw him? Didn’t he know the secret, undying love and passion I had hidden away for him? No, he knew none of it. I barely knew it myself.
“Don’t you want my throbbing dick in you? Don’t you want me to fuck you?” He didn’t wait for a response, and he carefully touched a finger to my soaking cotton panties and pushed down on it. It pressed against my pussy lips, and I groaned with anguish at even the small touch. Just to imagine, how it would feel when he got around to fucking me…
Oh God! No! He couldn’t! I couldn’t lose my virginity! Whether he loved me or not, I couldn’t! Not now! It was illegal to have underage sex. I couldn’t break the law.
Oh… but I wanted it so badly. And he wanted it too! Stopping me would be hard enough if he wanted it also he would get it. Screw the law.
He let go of my attentive breasts and focused both of his hands down on my pubic region. He pressed down against my soaking pussy through the cotton again with his finger again, looking up at my face to see my groans of pleasure and lust as if I was some toy and he was experimenting with me. His other hand rubbed across my inner thigh, simply giving it something to do while he toyed with me.
“Just relax and I’ll take care of you…”His voice turned my legs to jelly. I crumbled to the floor in front of him, he pulled back his hands and he looked over at me, surprised with only the barest tint of worry, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just go as you were.” If he had really cared, he wouldn’t have left it alone at that, but he just wanted to get around to sex. This was a bad idea, I should get up and run out now, I thought, but I was unable to move. He put his hands back to work, and all the while I stared at his face. Watching him play with me - him, Chris, the boy I had watched from afar for so long, wishing for something like this to happen - made me feel even better.
“Chris…” I gazed at him longingly, I had to know… He pulled down my panties and looked at his second pussy for the day.
“Yes?” He felt the swollen lips around my shaven pussy with a finger, teasing me, before he pushed it in. I clenched my teeth at the intrusion, but the feeling was so sweet and yet so wrong. My muscles squeezed around his finger, and he chuckled as he fingered me slowly at first, but then soon morphed into a rapid pace, adding fingers until he got to three.
My vaginal muscles expanded to hold the three fingers, but he was still stretching me painfully. I clenched my teeth and looked at him again, “Chris… once you fuck me are you going to forget about me?” I doubted I could expect an honest response, but I listened intently anyway.
“Aww Alyson…” He looked up at me, his face caring, “How could you think that? I love you. I’ve loved you for so long… I’d never just let you go.” I held one hand in his hair, stroking it back and forth as he spoke.
“You’re lying.” I felt like punching him. He didn’t love me.
“So…?” He chuckled, and moved back to fingering me, “This is all about making us both happy Alyson, if you want me to tell you I love you I will. No sweat off my back.” I didn’t know how he could do something like that, so effortlessly. His lack of true emotion was now so obvious it was sad. He was addicted to sex, and he would do anything to achieve it at its finest, even tell me he loved me.
He continued fingering me, letting the pleasure and lust consume me. He barely brushed his fingers over my clit once; it was almost as if he was avoiding it. He spent perhaps five more minutes of his fingers exploring my pussy, exciting groans and moans, and whispers of my love for him. He turned his face up, our eyes connected, and he whispered “I love you Alyson.” before lowering his mouth to my soaking wet pussy and letting his tongue enter at his will.
He fucked me with his tongue, not going slowly or gently like a real lover would. His tongue lashed out like a weapon, like a predator, and my vagina was his prey. He licked all around, his tongue exploring me like he probably had with countless others. His hands, however, rested one on each thigh, gently stroking them as his vicious tongue attacked my sensitive pussy.
Then one of his tongue attacks misfired, and he hit my clit. Having been built up from being fingered and each touch, along with his tongue in me, I was more than ready for the orgasm that I had felt the build-up for. I arched my pussy into his face, forcing him to drink my overflowing juices as I screamed, “Chris!! I… I… love you! Fuck me! Oh god… please Chris… touch me… fuck me! Please!!” He practically ignored it, and after drinking up a miniscule amount of my sex juices he pulled back out and got over on top of me.
“You’re ready.” It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. Chris’s face was inches from mine, and I could see the desire in his eyes, but they were nowhere near the intensity reflecting in mine. I was far gone; I wanted him to fuck me. He whispered into my ear, “Take off my pants… rub my cock you naughty bitch.” He nibbled on my earlobe, and I eagerly unbuttoned his baggy jeans, unzipped them, and pulled down his pants. The bulge in his lime boxers was ready. I was ready. I reached into his boxers and slid my icy fingers around his throbbing, blood-filled dick. Eight inches of Chris throbbed for my icy hands to comfort them, and after everything that he had done for me I had to do this for him.
I slid my hand up and down on it slowly, letting Chris passionately kiss me on the lips as I did. My god he was a good kisser - nobody had kissed me as well as him. Love was all he needed to be perfect. If he could know what love was, feel it… then he would be an angel. I tightened my fingers, brushed the ice cool fingers up and down, marveling at his cock as I gave him my second hand job.
One of his hands gently released my fingers from his dick and he took it into his own hand. He let our skin touch, our bodies touch, and he carefully aligned his thick shaft… He teased me for a couple more seconds, but both of us wanted this badly enough for him to be serious and not get carried away. He brushed the head of his cock around the lips, letting me groan and moan and arch into him.
“Shhhh…” He barely touched his lips to mine, but I felt like liquid fire was already flowing through my veins. “Alyson…”
“Yes?” I was calm: much calmer than I would normally be in such a situation. Chris Fowler, the player who I had dreamed for, was going to take my virginity. He didn’t deserve it, but he would have it.
“Whatever you think about me… I love you.” His lips brushed over mine differently. They didn’t feel of lust or fake passion, it felt like genuine love. But I knew it was too good to be true. I would let him have it his way; if he wanted to please me he was doing one hell of a job. He wasn’t done, “The thing is, you’re different than the other girls. They just want sex out of me, and I just wanted that out of them. But you see, you’ve opened my eyes. I’m madly in love with you.” He just had to go and make a big deal, didn’t he? He liked mocking me. Our eyes connected, his face was so serious but his eyes were laughing hysterically.
“You can stop lying any time now.” It was too good to be true, I knew that.
“I thought that’s what you wanted…” He looked confused, but I suppose he couldn’t really understand the emotions I had. He had been treating me differently, for some reason actually caring about how I felt, unlike Marcia who he had just fucked for the hell of it. That counted for something, maybe I could last longer than Marcia would. Maybe he wouldn’t leave me to rot as quickly. Maybe I could prove myself to him… I laughed inwardly. It was doubtful.
“Chris, it’s too unreal. It mocks me.” I closed my eyes, and prepared for the worst.
“In that case, get ready you fucking whore, you’re my toy now and this has just begun!” He thrust in with all his strength, and tore past the thin layer of skin with ease. He had me. I was his. Me: The cute girl, who always followed what she was told, was now a sixteen year old boy’s toy. I was his slut. I whimpered, and one of his hands wiped the tears from my eyes and rested on my cheek.
He thrust in, and pulled out quickly. His lips found mine again; he did as he wanted to me. Each thrust was agonizing, but ten times more pleasure overwhelmed the pain. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and played with them while he thrust in and pulled out in a seemingly endless cycle. In… and out… - like breathing. I felt my sex juices overflow my pussy again, and engulf his dick. My muscles contracted and expanded around his dick, squeezing it in a feeble attempt to make him cum without his consent.
He thrust in… and out… Breathing was so peaceful… My muscles pulled on him tighter. His lips brushed even more softly over mine. My eyes closed… I felt his lips on my eyelids, it was becoming gentler, less real and more of a dream, I was losing awareness.
Time was moving so fast, he was slowing down… Oh God this felt so good! I could hear his voice, warning me? I could only hear his tone, not the actual words. My vision was blurred and my mind was fuzzy. He easily realized I couldn’t respond, and simply whispered more dirty things to me, for his sake more than mine. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling me into him as he thrust one final time.
I felt warmth ease into me, making me tremble for a few strange moments. Chris wrapped around me in a warm embrace, ceasing my trembles and making me sigh and breathe in deeply. Sleep…
Sleep was becoming more alluring. His lips brushed over mine a couple more times, pushing me towards sleep, and finally I gave in, my last words being murmured as I drifted off into a dreamless slumber, “Chris… I love you.”
Outside the bathroom their observer shifted to ease his swollen erection, stopped the recording, and sat up and walked back to class, acting as if nothing had happened.
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End of Part 1
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Alright, it has been a very very very long time since I've posted anything, and this is one of my older writings. Please tell me if you want me to write the second part because, like I said earlier, the third part is already written.
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Title: -~In the Basement~- chapter 2(finished)
Tags: Fiction, Anal, First Time, Oral Sex, Teen Male / Teen Male
Introduction:
Here it is! The final portion of chapter two. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Content:
As soon as he had said it my mouth was being filled with his cum. I swallowed his first shot and he came again and again. Finally after a few more spurts he was done and I swallowed all of his cum. I sucked his dick a few seconds longer and raised up. I was gasping for air and so was he. He was sprawled out across my bed looking gave out.
"That. Was. Amazing." I said, licking my lips. He raised up and looked at me. I smiled. He smiled wearily back at me. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, then my cheek, then my neck. He bit my neck and I threw my head back and moaned. He bit it again and I moaned again. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back onto my back next to him and he rolled onto me. He ran his fingers along my chest and played with my nipples. I bit my lip. "Now it's your turn." He said....
Logan Williams was my best friend turned lover. I love him and he loved me. We started this relationship just two whole days ago, and I had just sucked his dick. Now he was about to return the favor...
He kissed my neck and then down my chest to my nipple, he paused there and took it in his mouth. I watched him as he licked all around my nipple and bit it lightly, I couldn't help but moan. After a few more seconds he started kissing down my stomach down to my crotch, like I did to him. He took my dick in his hand and started stroking it. He licked the underside from the base of it all the way to head and licked around it.
I felt him close his lips around the head of my dick and I moaned louder. I felt like I was already about to cum. He took almost all six inches of me at once and I felt my dick slide into his throat. I almost lost it, I moaned and almost screamed. It felt so good. Logan wasn't bothered by my size at all. He started sucking up and down and played with my balls. He slid his mouth all the way down to the base of my shaft with every down motion. I moaned again louder. "I'm... about to cum!" I moaned. He started moving his head faster. I ran my fingers through his hair and gripped it. I pushed him down and thrusted into him and almost screamed as I came into his mouth and down his throat. He licked my head up and down with his tongue and sucked the last bit of cum out of me.
I was breathing heavily and realized I still had a firm grip on Logan's hair. I let it go and he crawled up next to me and laid on his back and looked at me. "You're right," he said. "That WAS amazing." I looked back at him and kissed his lips.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too." He whispered back. He kissed me and I kissed back. We let our tongues explore each other's mouths again for a bit. Then we laid back and stared up at the ceiling.
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Later, Logan and I eventually got up and got dressed again. We went into the kitchen and found something to eat and went back into my room to watch TV. After finishing our snack, Logan decided to take a shower, so he went upstairs to shower. I went upstairs and found the phone. I called my mom. She didn't answer so left a voicemail: "hey, it's me. Do you mind if Logan stays over? And when are you and dad going to be home? Love you, bye."
I sat on the couch to wait. A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was mom. "Hello."
"Hey, Daniel."
"So...?"
"As long as your room is clean, I don't care if he stays over. Plus, your father and I have to work late, so you have to find your own food. Sorry."
"That's okay. My room is clean. And thanks, that's all I needed."
"Okay. Love you, gotta go."
"Okay, bye."
I hung up. And about that time, Logan stepped out of the bathroom. His towel was around his neck and he was clothed. Figures. "Hey, I asked if you could stay over, mom said she didn't care. They won't be back until late, so I figured we could ride over to your house so you can get what you need."
"Okay. I'll get ready."
"I will too."
We both slipped on our shoes and went outside. It had cooled off significantly from earlier today. It was about 5:30 now and we got on our bikes and headed to Logan's house.
We got there pretty quickly. We went inside and he asked his mom to stay over, to which she said yes, since he had always asked fairly frequently. Logan and I went up to his room on the second floor. He opened his door and we went in. As he got his stuff together, I was remembering the other day when I came in and he was sitting on his bed with a pillow hugged tightly to his chest. I remembered that first kiss. Logan snapped me out of the memory. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Okay. Let's roll." I said and we said goodbye to his mom and rode back to my house. The ride back had taken longer since we had stop so Logan could piss. But we got back and Logan put his stuff in my room. I told him I was going to shower. And left him in the living room.
About halfway through my shower, I heard Logan come in the bathroom. "What are you doing?" I said over the sound of the shower.
"Oh just wandering." He laughed.
"Wandering where?" I played along.
"Oh, I don't know.." He stepped in front of the shower and I could see him standing there through the ripply, steamy glass. I slid the door back and he was standing there naked. "Oh my." He laughed. "I've been caught."
"Yes, it appears you will have to join me in this prison." I laughed too.
"So it seems." He said and stepped into the shower. I let him stand under the water.
"Now then, prisoner, what shall we do with you?" I said.
"I hope I don't get punished." He played along, holding his hand up to his mouth.
"Oh, you will." I said dropping the game. I stepped towards him and pinned him against the shower wall. I put my hands on both sides of him. I kissed him hard. He kissed back hard too. His hand fell on my chest. I held it there with my hand for a minute and I squeezed it. "Your punishment is me."
"Oh, I see." He said. "Well just let me pick up this soap that has fallen." He picked up a bar of soap and let it fall onto the floor. He slid down with his hand now on my stomach. He was on his knees and my dick was growing in front of his face. He immediately took it in his mouth and started sucking it. I was fully hard now and I was thrusting a bit.
He grabbed ahold of my legs and started pushing my hips into his face. His hands moved up to my ass. He squeezed both cheeks. One hand slid down to my balls, the other stayed and started pushing at my hole. He slipped his finger into my ass hole and started sliding it in and out. It felt really good. And he kept on sucking me and I kept on thrusting my dick down his throat. I hadn't realized he didn't have a gag reflex until now. I noticed before, but it didn't click because I was to caught up in the moment... But he fingered my ass and I moaned out loud. "Oh god. Yes that feels great, prisoner." I said and grabbed his head, pushing it down onto me harder. I started thrusting harder. He fingered me faster. He took all of me into his mouth and kept on with his fingering. "Alright, prisoner, now I want to do something a little more 'insertive.'" I let go of his hair and he stood up.
"Are you thinking what I know you're thinking?"
"Yes. If that is 'me fucking you.'" I said looking him in his blue eyes.
"Yes it is." He said gazing back into mine. "I want you to fuck me."
"My pleasure."
I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer and kissed him hard. Then, I spun him around to face the wall and I grabbed the baby oil that was in the shower. I squirted some on my hand, my dick, and his ass. I rubbed it down to his hole and pushed a finger in. He clenched lightly around my finger but he relaxed. I started sliding it in and out. Logan moaned. I put in a second finger and he moaned again. I fingered him for a few moments and I pulled them out and stroked my dick for a second. I put more oil on it and rubbed his ass one more time and pressed my dick up to his hole. I stepped a bit closer. I pushed my head at him and it slid in. I felt his ass clench around the head and then relax. I started sliding it in a little at a time and pulling out to my head and sliding it in a little deeper each time. He moaned even loader. I eventually had all of me in him. I moaned too. I pulled back and thrusted into him. He gasped and he clenched around me again. But he relaxed. I thrusted again and again a little harder. I moaned and so did he. I started to move faster now and harder. I moaned and he moaned even louder.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me with each thrust. I kept pushing into him harder. He was obviously enjoying it, he was moaning with each thrust. He started stroking his dick. With one hand I smacked his ass. He moaned louder. A few thrusts later I was about to explode. "Logan!" I moaned. "I'm about to cum. Can I cum in you?"
"Oh god, yes, please, Daniel! Cum in my ass!" He was almost screaming. I thrusted my dick into him as hard as I could, pushing him into the wall. I held it there cumming all into him. It was the most powerful climax I'd ever experience. "Oh fuck!" I yelled. My knees almost gave out. "Logan, I love you. So much.." I said, catching my breath.
"I love you too, Daniel.." I slid my still hard dick out of him. Even after I just came, I was still horny.
"Logan, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like your bitch." I told him. "Will you?"
"With pleasure." he said "but can we get out first, it's starting to get cold?"
"Sure." I laughed. We both stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.
After we dried off, we wrapped the towels around ourselves and went back to my room. We didn't bother with clothes. I locked my door and walked back to my bed and sat on the edge. I pulled Logan over in front of me and grabbed his semi-hard dick and put it in my mouth and pushed my head down as far as I could without choking. I sucked his dick with pleasure. I wanted it in me. "I want it now." I told him, looking him in the eyes. I turned over onto my stomach and got on my hands and knees. Logan stepped closer and spit on my ass hole. He wiped his finger in it and pushed it in my ass slowly at first. Allowing me to get used to the feel. I relaxed as much as I could, preparing myself for his 7 inch dick. He pulled out his finger and I heard him spit again, presumably on his dick. He pressed the head against my ass and pushed in the head. It hurt, but it also felt good. I felt him pull it out and spit on it again and wipe it up and down his shaft. He pushed in his head again. It hurt a bit less this time. He slid In about another inch and a half and slid it out until the head and pushed it about halfway in. I moaned loudly. "You like that?" He said, and smacked my ass. It stung for a moment but was overrun by him slamming his entire dick into my ass. I screamed and it slowly turned into a moan. He kept thrusting in and out of my ass fast, ignoring my pleasure screams. I moaned with each of his thrusts. He pounded my ass and it felt so good. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it. His dick in my ass felt so good. He slammed his hips into my ass hard. I loved every inch of him. "Daniel!" He moaned. "Oh, god, Daniel. I'm gonna... Cum any second now!"
"Cum in my ass!" I yelled. "I want it all in me!" Sure enough he was thrusting all of his dick into me and finally,I felt a sudden burst of warmness shooting into me. It warmed my whole insides. "Oh god, Logan. That felt so good." I moaned.
He pulled out of me and and fell onto his back beside me. I crawled up to his face and kissed him. "I love you." I said.
"I love you too." He replied. I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned his cum out of me, I made my way back and put on my boxers.
"I'm hungry, man. You want some food?"
"Sure. Fucking really takes it out of you, doesn't it."
"Yeah it does. Put on some clothes and lets get something to eat. I'll cook it if you can find it."
"Hell yeah." He said.
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(This was fun to write. I hope you enjoyed this part of the story. I hope to write more of it. Leave a like if you enjoyed. And also leave some feedback. I always enjoy the comments. Thanks again. Good day.) |
Title: - The Music Box -
Tags: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Males / Female
Introduction:
I hope you enjoy! This is my first story I have written, please let me know what you think!
Content:
It had been years since I had been back home. After my time in college was done, I felt it best to spend some time travelling around and seeing what the world had to offer me. My time backpacking through Europe was halted when I received a call late one night informing me that my mother had passed away suddenly. Her and I had never gotten along, and she was unfortunately absent throughout most of my adolescence, but I found myself saddened by the news. I took the next flight home, and arrived at my childhood home late in the evening. It was dark, and I felt a strange feeling as I walked up the asphalt driveway and onto the cobblestone walkway that led to our front door. Before I could even get to the door, it swung open, and I was greeted by my father.
“Abigail!” He ran out the door and gave me the tightest hug that I have received since I'd left. “I am so glad to see you!” It felt good, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him as I watched the rest of my immediate family file out of the home. My brother, Andrew, hugged me next while my aunts and uncles attempted to fire all of their questions out about my recent adventures. However, knowing that I was tired from my long journey, my father quickly stepped in.
“Leave the poor girl alone,” he said, shooing them back. “Abigail, your room is ready for you. I made sure to put a fresh set of blankets down this morning.”
“Thanks, dad.” I gave him another quick hug and walked inside the house. It was dimly lit, I guessed it made sense. I had arrived so late that I am sure everyone was preparing to go to bed until I had arrived. I walked up the carpeted staircase and to the first room on the left. My old room.
When I opened the door, I felt the rush of memories come swirling back to me as I recalled the countless nights I spent reading, watching television, and writing. There was something different however. After I put my bags down in my closet, I looked over at my desk and saw that my mother’s music box was sitting near the edge with a note attached to it. I brushed my hand over it and realized that it was caked in dust. I wonder when she put it here. To have this dust on it, it had to have been over a year. I ripped the note off its taped confinement and began reading:
Dear Abigail,
I am not sure when our paths will cross again. Or if they ever will. It is my sincere hope that you live a long and protected life. I am choosing to pass on this music box to you. May it bring you the same peace of mind and satisfaction that it brought me in life.
Love,
Mom
Unfortunately, it felt hard to be touched by a gift from someone that spent no time raising me as a child, or getting to know me as an adult. I placed my hand on the small crank and began to wind up the small music box. My hand halted as I began to shift the cranks as it cracked and groaned with age. As I slowly continued, the soft tunes of the music box began to fill my room, I could feel a breeze of cool air hit the back of my neck. I turned my head around, and seeing that the window in my room had been opened, I closed it tight, and got ready for bed listening to the soft sounds of the music box playing as I tucked myself into bed and drifted off to sleep.
I looked up to the ceiling, and curiously, I couldn’t see anything, almost as if the room that I was in was completely dark. I turned my head towards the door and saw that there was a light that was shining underneath from the hallway.
“What the hell?” I said as I leaned over to my bedside lamp and pulled the cord to turn it on. As soon as I heard the click of the lantern, the room filled to the brim with a crimson light. I gave a quick gasp as standing in front of my bed was a tall dark figure. There was no definite color to their skin, nor were there any facial features except the outline of eyes and a mouth, almost as if someone had drawn them into life.
“Who are you?” I began to yell, “HELP!” I tugged at my blanket covers, but they were immovable, I was trapped.
The figure put a finger to his head, and the outline of his mouth began to move. After almost a second in delay, I could hear a voice in my head.
I am Dorath. A servant of the nine hells, bound to the owner of my box. You, Abigail, have summoned me, like your mother before you. I am at your command, and will serve you as I served those before you. I shall take the form of something a bit less frightening to ease your experiences with me.
Just as the voice spread its last echo through my mind, the drawn outline of the devil before me began to change shape, filling, morphing until it became a recognizable human male.
Does this please you?
I stared up and down his body. He was well over six feet tall, his hair was short and dark as the night sky, his skin was tanned, and shining in the crimson light of the room, his face was perfectly symmetrical as his bright red eyes stared back at me. I glanced down at his muscular frame, my mouth agape as I looked lower and saw his member hanging free seven inches down his leg.
“Uh,” I looked away, embarrassed and in shock. “Do you need clothes?” I glanced back over and saw that he had moved to the side of my bed.
Typically, those that summon me prefer that I stay undressed. Would you like me to put on clothing?
Before I knew what I was doing, I shook my head, “no” and continued to stare at him, not knowing what to do. There was some kind of demon in my room, and I was face to face with it’s cock as it stood beside my bed. I bent my head up to meet his eyes. Their bright red gaze meeting mine, I watched as his lips glistened in the crimson light and bent into a slight smirk as he stared back at me.
Your heartbeat is growing faster, Abigail.
He was right, not only was my heart racing while I sat intimately with this stranger of the night, but I could feel a warmness growing between my legs. I pondered to myself whether or not what I was experiencing was real.
Look at me, Abigail.
I turned my head over and was met with his face centimeters near mine. I could feel his hot breath caressing my lips as he moved closer.
Let me help you relax.
Almost as if I was under a trance, I closed my eyes and moved my head towards him until our lips met. His lips were soft, and left a tingling sensation all around my mouth as he pulled away. I could feel the warmness between my legs begin to tingle, yearning to be helped. His lips left mine and worked their way to my cheek, giving small pecks as he worked his way down to my neck. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and began to circle around my neck as he nibbled on the skin leading down to my breasts.
Without thinking, I found my hand wandering down his firm body, grazing from his shoulders, past his chest until my hand landed firmly on his cock. My fingers ran down the length of his shaft, slowly teasing it as it began to pulse, and grow as it found its home with my hand wrapped around it. I pumped his increasingly hard member as his tongue lapped circles around my nipples, gently taking my nipples into his mouth. I could hear slight moans beginning to emanate from my mouth. I reached my free hand over the sheets of my bed and opened the covers, beckoning for him to enter while I rubbed his cock.
I could feel his hand moving down my body, cupping my breasts, trailing down my stomach and onto my thighs where his fingers traced circles around my inner thigh causing the tingling between my legs to turn into a wet, hot fire that needed attention. He moved his hands back and forth across my damp panties, never sticking to a location for too long. My hand clamped itself on to his cock as it kept growing in size.
“Please, come in.” I whispered to him, gesturing for him to climb into bed.
As you wish.
I shifted my hands off him, and pulled off the rest of the covers that hid my body and quickly undid the clasp of my bra and slipped off my panties as I watched his muscular form climb over me and lay next to me. A moment passed in which we sat silently, but the urge between my legs came over me as I ran my hand down his body, and wrapped my hand around his stiff cock. I pressed my head against his chest and let out a sigh of contentment while I stroked his member. I could feel his hot breath padding against my forehead while I serviced him. He wrapped his arm around my body and began gripping my taut ass as I began giving little pecks to his chest, visiting each nipples down to his crotch where my eyes widened at the up close look of him standing over nine inches tall at full attention. I watched my hand moving up and down for about fifteen seconds before my tongue popped out of my mouth, and began to trail the length of his shaft tracing circles around the tip of his head. I could feel his breathing become irregular, and knowing how much I must be pleasing him, the next time I reached the peak of his cock, I opened my mouth and slipped the head of his cock inside.
I could feel one of his hands tracing down my back and ass and his fingers explored my bottom in search of the warmth that was exuding from between my legs. His hands pawed around until he found my wet slit, I could feel them begin to softly rub against the skin of my sex causing me to entomb his cock deeper into my throat. Almost as if we were speaking an unspoken language, he rubbed faster brushing past my clit in the process. The further he took his actions, the farther into my mouth and down my throat I pushed his cock. I could feel the warmth of his cock as it began to convulse in my throat. I felt his fingers begin to quickly push themselves into my pussy causing me to begin slowly bucking my hips attempting to ride the fingers that pressed inside me. Pressed moans escaped from my mouth and I felt his cock growing inside my mouth until, just as my tongue lapped across his head, I felt ropes of hot sex shoot out into my mouth, and down my throat. I gulped down the sweetness that filled my mouth before releasing him from my grasp.
“You’re not finished yet are you?” I asked coyly as I felt his cock begin to shrink in my hand.
Not at all, I have only begun.
He snapped his fingers as he spoke, and suddenly I felt two large hands grip against my ass causing me gasp in shock, and excitement. I turned my head around to see the same bright red eyes staring back at me, a grin upon his face. I let out a devilish giggle and turned back toward my original lover and watched as his cock began to regrow before my eyes. He got up onto his knees as his double propped my ass up and into position.
Are you ready, Abigail?
Without answering, I plunged my head forward, thrusting his cock into my throat. The feeling of my mouth being filled by him was so exhilarating that I could feel my pussy begin to drip with excitement as I felt his double’s hands part my ass, and his cock rubbing back and forth the length of my sex. I shuddered each time his head pressed against my clit, and I began to wiggle my ass for him, beckoning for him to enter. The moment that his cock began to enter my pussy, I couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan that could barely leak out through my stuffed mouth. As I stopped moving my head on his cock, I felt it begin to move back and forth in my mouth. I propped myself up on my hands, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and his double’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Moans were escaping my mouth left and right as the two towers of pleasure pierced my entrances. I could feel my arms beginning to collapse on to the bed as the weight of the pleasure became too much.
Here, I will help you.
I heard another snap come from above me and I felt my body being lifted up by a third apparition of my lover. Weightless, I turned my head around noticing not only a fourth, but a fifth copy of him in play, all of their cocks standing tall in the crimson light. They approached closer and my hands wrapped around their length began furiously stroking them as his second continued to push through my slit, and the original had his way with my mouth.
Disappointingly as our romp continued, I felt his second’s shaft pull all the way out of me and begin to set me down. My bottom plopped down, plunging swiftly onto the cock of his third. His seconds hands worked their way to my tight asshole, beginning to prod a finger in and out of it using the juices of our sex to lubricate his fingers. Soon there was a second finger prodding into my ass, followed by something bigger. As my hole was opened wide, I felt the head of his second slowly press into my asshole. Eventually, I laid suspended in the air, held up while the cock of his third was pounding against my pussy, his second was sliding in and out of my asshole, his fourth and fifth bludged their cocks in my hands as I stroked them relentlessly and the original apparition gripped the back of my head and empathetically fucked my face. I could feel my pleasure rising up past the point of containing it, my hands stroke fasting, my tongue lapped harder, and my ass shook furiously trying to be the accompaniment to the instruments that pounded against my holes. Muffled moans and screams of ecstasy fell out of my mouth until finally I felt my stomach clench, and my legs began to shake as I felt myself climbing the mountain of orgasm until I reached my peak. My body trembled and I felt ropes of cum begin to fill my mouth, ass, and pussy, while those on the outside began to pour their sex onto my hands and arm.
One by one as we finished our climaxes, I felt his duplicates disappear until it was just him and I laying in bed, my head pressed to his chest, and my damp body draped lazily over his. We layed calmly and listened to the sounds of the music box playing its final round of its tune.
Until next time, Abigail.
His words left his mouth, the music stopped, and the crimson light faded to black as he disappeared, and my mind turned blank, fading into sleep.
My eyes opened to the bright light of the morning sun entering my room. I looked over to my desk and saw the open music box staring back at me.
“Until next time.” |
Title: 01. Buckley's - The Bar
Tags: Fiction, Gay
Introduction:
Bicurious male goes to a gaybar
Content:
After getting thru High school and the traumas I endured, I had finally decided to follow thru with my own destiny.
I was nineteen, nervous and about to visit my first gay bar.
Having opened the door slightly during my later years at school and my attempt to experiment, I ended up being bullied for being bicurious.
I had indulged in the occasional fondle and wank session, in my final year of school but wanted more.
That wanting more sudden got me the attention I did not want, the school bullies.
Since school and since no one I wanted to know what made me tick, I was always scared someone I knew would find out that “Gregory loved the cock”.
For eighteen months I passed by the “Buckley’s Rooster Club”, with temptation and curiosity.
I never had the guts to go in, until now when I was on the verge of turning twenty.
That night when I finally opened the doors and went, the veil of curiosity made me look around and investigate.
What I saw were guys with similar afflictions to mine and they were friendly towards me.
I even was served alcohol without the proof of ID.
That night I didn’t stay long but the wall of curiosity had been broken.
I went to that bar every Saturday night for a month, I would dance and drink but never leave with someone.
It was several weeks later that I the fortune to meet Preswick, he must have been in his late 20s.
Preswick was built like a wrestler and was my first real sexual partner.
We went to my small loft and he became the first guy to take my ass.
Over the following months, I hooked up with Preswick several time and always ended up with him satisfying my now faggot ass.
Although he had sex with me several times, we weren’t a couple.
He didn’t want to be seen out in his neck of the woods, acting out his desires.
I also became friendly with another regular at the bar, Bronte but like called Bronny.
He was very effeminate and a gossipmonger.
I was filled in with everyone’s types and activities, by Bronny.
It was from Bronny’s Intel, that I meet Luther.
Bronny called him “Lex Luther”, he was tall, blonde and very much a tough guy persona.
What I heard from Bronny, he actually made a few low budget gay and straight porn movies.
He was also a bit of a gigolo, who liked to be paid to service the old drag queens in the bar.
Even knowing that, I became mesmerized by him.
I fantasized about him at home, while masturbating with a broom handle penetrating my butt.
By now I was visiting the “Rooster Club” Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.
Thursdays was Drag and Karaoke night, Fridays were techno/rave nights and Saturdays were awesome 80s nights.
I started noticing a pattern, Thursday night Luther comes alone and doesn’t on Fridays but on Saturdays he brings a mate.
On one particle Saturday night I notice friction between Luther and his mate.
They have words and his mate leaves, then Luther goes and chats up a drag queen.
Near closing time he leaves, with the drag queen.
Not much time had passed, when Luther returns on his own.
He looked like someone had punched him outside, as he had a blood nose and his clothes looked ragged.
The bartender throws him a rag and he heads to bathroom.
Some of the patrons start leaving, when the bartender passes me same antiseptic lotion.
I then head to the bathroom to check up on Luther.
Luther had cleaned up and had his nose bleed under control.
I apply the lotion to a few tiny grazes on his forehead, when he tells me what happened.
“They went outside and four guys were waiting for them, the queen ran off while they beat him up.”
Shortly afterwards, I leave him and return to my seat by the bar.
Bronny had left and there was basically there was only the bartender and me, left.
Luther returns and joins us by sitting next to me.
The bartender pours him a shot of tequila and then one for me.
“Hi, I am Gregory,” I say, to him.
“Luther,” He says.
We then shoot our shots.
“Where do you live?” He enquires.
“Umm! Down the road from here,” I nervously reply.
“Look mate I am in a bit of shit, can you put me up for the night,” he says, very seriously.
“Sure, but it’s only a small pad with one bed,” I say, nervously and with desires building.
“Could it hold both of us,” he queried.
“I think so, it’s a double sized bed,” I answered.
We leave via a cab to my apartment.
Inside I put more antiseptic lotion on his abrasions, while he rubbed toothpaste to his teeth.
In my bedroom he strips off completely and slides into bed.
I strip off to my boxers and tee, when he stops me in my tracks.
“Take em all off,” He says, with a wink.
He smiles as I lay next him, on my bed.
We were at eye level and he made contact with mine.
“You know, I usually get to fuck old flabby drag queens,” He said, real cocky.
Our cocks touched, which made my get excited.
He brushed aside my hair and kissed me.
“Turn face the wall, it will be easier,” he said, and I did as he wanted.
He started poking and prodding my asshole with his fingers, before Luther’s cock began to enter.
For weeks I had dreamt of this day, but never thought it would happen.
I gasped as he pushed inside, like that I let him conquer my hole.
Sure there was pain, but you can’t have pleasure without pain.
I was now face down on my tummy.
“Oh yes, oh fuck yes,” I thought to myself.
I moaned, while he slowly pummeled me.
My butt soon was wobbling to match his forward thrusts.
I kept lifting my butt to encourage him to, assault it more.
“Oh fuck, you’re tight babe,” he quibbled.
I was now face down with my knees lifting my butt in the air.
“Fuck me, please fuck me hard so I can’t walk tomorrow,” I pleaded.
Luther did just that, he fucked me harder and harder.
I couldn’t help myself, I stroked my cock and my cock blew cum.
“Aah, aah, arghh!” I moaned.
He soon was grunting too.
“Urgh, urgh, OH FUCK!” he growled, as he shot a load inside my ass.
He then collapsed on top of me, before kissing the back of my head.
“Thank you,” I said, in bliss.
“You ok,” he asked, as I was silent.
“Never better, never better,” I whispered.
“In that case, give me a few minutes and we will go again,” He whispered into my ear.
A few minutes passed before he fucked me laying on my back, with my legs over his shoulders.
That night he fucked me and fucked me all night.
Luther left around noon, as I stayed in bed all day.
My back ached, and I walked a bit bow legged for two days.
“God, what a night,” I thought to myself.
END of Part 1 |
Title: 01 - The Chico Tales
Tags: Fiction, Bestiality, Lesbian
Introduction:
- Chico's English Vacation- This story is inspired by conversations I have had with lovely young lady I am having the pleasure of getting to know. For those who don't get the title Chico is the name given to a small boy in Spanish, the Chico in this story is not small. Although this is posted in my name a vast amount of credit must be given to UAlbanyGirl who enhanced my original story to the point I personally would call it a joint effort.
Content:
Michelle stood before the full length mirror and wiggled into her yoga pants all the while cursing and muttering over and over "stupid, stupid, stupid." Then she pulled her favourite varsity sweat shirt over her 34B breasts before getting her brown hair into a tight ponytail. She threaded the ponytail through the back of the Yankees baseball cap her father bought her, when he took her to the stadium last summer, and then looked at herself in the mirror before throwing herself face down on the bed and cursing all over again. "Stupid fucking time differences,” she muttered, staring at the blank screen of her smartphone, referring to the fact that most of her friends from college were still in their beds back in New York, while she was stuck in England, five hours ahead in time, but years behind in many other ways.
It had seemed like a great idea at the time, having just finished her senior year at college, she remembered her parents offering her the prospect of six months in England, as a gap year, while she made up her mind whether to get a job or go to graduate school. It sounded so wonderful at the time, even though her Mom couldn’t accompany her & her Dad. While Mom would miss them both, she had to stay behind for her job. Michelle was excited though, that she could actually take Chico with her, the family black lab mix, and Michelle’s best friend since she was 13, as his pet passport was all up to date.
What Michelle hadn't counted on though, was that her Dad’s assignment was in a rural village, and not in the midst of the London rock and punk clubs that she was envisioning. The locals all talked funny and she couldn’t get over how damned quiet everything was in the countryside.
At first, the quaint, little cottage seemed idyllic, nestled in a small hamlet, looking like something out of Camelot or Harry Potter. However, the reality set in that there was one pub in town, full of old farmers and their strapping sons, who were as thick and dense as the cows they prattled on about.
It had been three months since they had been in England and the glamour had worn off. Michelle was homesick and face-timed with her Mom whenever their schedules would jive with the time difference. If there was any saving grace about this God forsaken village, it was their neighbour Julie, who had been so kind to Micelle the month before.
Julie thought that was Michelle walking down the country road, about two miles away from the cottage. As she slowed down to greet her, she noticed Michelle was dressed a lot nicer than for a walk down a country road, and her face was covered in tears.
“Get in love,” Julie called to Michelle, “let me drive you the rest of the way home.”
Michelle was angry and in no mood to talk with anyone, but her feet were killing her, from walking almost three miles in her nicest Kenneth Cole heels.
“Thank you,” she said with a sniffle, and got into the car, trying to hide her tears and bloodshot eyes. The skirt showed off a good portion of her thighs as she sat, and she pulled her sweater tighter around the silk blouse she was wearing, shivering a bit from the damp evening air.
Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road.
“Tell me what happened, dear,” Julie finally interjected, sensing the time was right to talk.
“Even in England, men are jerks,” Michelle finally blurted out, blowing her nose into an overused tissue.
Michelle went on to recount the particularly disastrous date she experienced earlier that evening. She had finally been asked out, since coming to England, by one of the cuter farmer’s sons. When they got to the pub, she figured out it was just one of the local boys showing her off like a trophy, as the one to take out the American girl staying at the old Wellington place.
At first this made her feel special and unique, and it was nice to finally be with people her own age, and males other than her father and her dog. However, William, her date, seemed more interest in drinking with his mates, and them all taking the micky out of her "quaint" accent and her "cute way" of talking, than in learning more about her. After he downed his 6th pint, and refilled it without even offering her another drink, she decided there was no way she would be letting him drive her home. When he and his mates went to play darts, she left the tavern, without anyone of them noticing, and started the long walk home to the cottage.
Julie listened quietly as Michelle poured her heart out, and she really felt sorry for her neighbour.
Dropping her at the front door of the cottage, Julie offered, “if you’re feet aren’t ruined from walking in those bloody shoes, would you like to join me tomorrow for my morning run?”
Michelle’s face lit up at the invitation, and the opportunity to work out some energy and aggression, although not quite the way she was hoping for when she headed out on the date several hours ago.
The next morning, Julie knocked on the cottage door, and Michelle was already up and dressed, and stretching in the kitchen.
Over the next month, the two women became fast friends, despite the over 20 year age difference between them. And the two struck quite the pair. At 5'8" Julie was a good 4 inches taller than Michelle, and her broad shoulders and 40C breasts equally dwarfed her younger companion.
Julie would often pull her dark auburn hair into a ponytail, or some times in a French plait, but could never understand the American fondness for baseball hats. Even though she was older, her fitness level was such that on some days Michelle had to push herself to keep up. While competitive, Michelle didn’t mind, as the sight of Julie’s firm behind in her spandex running pants, reminded Michelle of her sophomore year girlfriend, who first got Michelle into running.
Michelle had also started to look to Julie as almost a surrogate Mother, and when they weren't running or going to gym together, they would talk about all sorts of things. Julie clearly wasn’t from round the area, and explained that she came from Newcastle, and her husband was from Ireland.
Michelle’s mind wandered to the last gym session when she had watched Julie get stripped for the shower, and she couldn’t help noticing Julie was totally shaved down below. Michelle nervously blurted out a question about it, and Julie simply smiled like a sphinx, and explained, "keeps things neat and simple," Michelle pondering her words, and staring at her still pert ass, as she wandered into the shower.
After Julie dropped gave her a ride home from the gym, it was that mental image of Julie’s back and ass that was in Michelle's mind, as she slipped her hand inside her yoga pants, and under her panties. Touching herself gently, while lying on her bed, Michelle imagined for a moment that it was Julie's finger touching her, as Julie's husband, JJ, watched the two women play. Michelle felt herself get wetter as her finger slipped inside herself, picturing JJ's dark curly hair, and shining green emerald eyes, as he unzipped and pulled out his thick cock, that was already an impressive length, semi hard.
Just as Michelle was about to imagine taking JJ’s cock into her mouth, while Julie’s tongue danced over her hardening clit, her father's voice from downstairs snapped her out of her daydream into reality.
"I'm off Mitchie," he shouted from the kitchen, using her pet name, "I will be back late, so please take Chico for a walk, that is, if you can find that darned dog."
Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of her pants, pausing to taste herself on her fingers. It had been over three months now without any sex, from man or woman, which had her even more frustrated than the fact they drove on the wrong side of the road!
Shaking the last of her fantasy out of her head, Michelle went downstairs to begin the hunt for Chico, and sniggered to herself, “this backwater village probably doesn’t even know what a lesbian is, let alone having there be one around here.”
Michelle watched her father's car pull away, calling out the front door for Chico. They could never let Chico out unattended at home, for fear of him being run over. However, since there was nothing for miles except chickens, cows and countryside, they often didn’t see Chico for an entire day, but knew he wouldn’t wander too far, and that he’d come home when he was called.
Calling his name and whistling, Michelle grabbed a pair of training shoes and wandered into the back garden. "No doubt off chasing wabbits," she muttered in her best Elmer Fudd impression, while looking around the garden. Well, they called it a garden here, but it was more like a field with a patch of woods at the bottom of the hill, that covered more than an acre.
On one side of the cottage was a farmer’s field, and on the other side, through a country gate, was Julie & JJ’s home, which had a similar layout to the cottage Michelle and her father had rented.
Michelle's heart jumped into her mouth as she saw that Julie’s country gate was left open, "Oh my god," she thought, "if Chico has dug up Julie’s prized garden, I’ll be mortified."
Breaking into a jog, Michelle ran through the open gate and into her neighbour’s yard, frantically looking for Chico. Hoping to find him and spirit him back home unseen, she quietly searched the garden, calling his name in a ‘loud whisper,’ while growing concerned.
Feeling foolish, she finally decided to come clean and get Julie's help, walking around to the back door of Julie’s house.
The back entrance had a stable door, which allowed the top to be opened, to allow in fresh air, while the bottom remained closed. The back door led to a boot room, and then onto the big country kitchen.
Michelle noticed the top of the door was open, and just as she was about to call out for Julie, but the sight that greeted her stopped her dead in her tracks.
It took Michelle awhile to fully process the images her eyes were sending to her brain. Her first thought was that Chico had gone mad and attacked her neighbour, as she could see him hunched on top of Julie, who was kneeling in the kitchen.
Then Michelle’s ears caught up to the images in her brain, and the sounds coming from Julie that told her that this was no attack.
"Oh yes, fuck me hard Chico," Julie moaned, as the black lab rapidly pounded away at her upturned ass. He had no idea what the human was saying, but it sounded encouraging to him, so he continued to pump away at his willing bitch beneath him, as he had been doing two or three times a week for the last month.
Michelle stood frozen to the ground, with her mouth agape, as she could see Chico's red cock slamming into Julie's pussy from her vantage point. It looked bigger and angrier than she had ever seen it before, and Chico was moving with an enthusiasm she had never seen.
Michelle's brain was telling her to turn and run, but other parts of her body, namely her clit and pussy, were demanding she stay and watch this vulgar display of wanton pleasure. Without realizing it, she felt her own hands dip into her yoga pants, and Michelle started to rub herself, while watching her sexy neighbour and new best friend, be brutally fucked by her family dog.
Julie was moaning and screaming as Chico slammed into her, filling her full of his wonderfully hard dog cock. She could feel the banging of his knot, seeking entry to her stretched and well lubricated pussy. Julie concentrated and relaxed herself, and allowed his knot to slip inside her, letting loose a loud moan of pleasure, as her pussy lips closed around it. She felt Chico swell inside her, and Julie yelled again, as her orgasm hit at the same time that Chico started to fill her with his watery seed.
Michelle was transfixed as she watched the swelling at the base of Chico's cock push at Julie's pussy. She had to bite her lip to stay quiet, as the sights and sounds poured over and through her body, when she saw Chico push the big knot inside her friend.
Michelle felt the band of the yoga pants cut into her arm, as she forced her hand deeper and pushed two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. Finger fucking herself harder, Michelle’s body trembled, as her orgasm was rapidly approaching.
Suddenly, Chico twisted around, still locked into Julie pussy, and stood ass to ass with his bitch. Recognising his mistress, Chico let out a bark of joy, and tried to move toward her, seeking the love and reassurance Michelle had provided since she was a little girl.
He had forgotten though, that he was still tied to Julie, and the sudden tugging to disengage his knot caused her to let out a loud yelp, her pleasure being sharply transformed into pain.
Ducking down behind the lower half of the stable door, Michelle crouched, panting from fear of being caught, and also in frustration from her second orgasm being interrupted moments before she was about to go over the edge.
Keeping low, she scuttled back through the garden, and slipped into her house.
Michelle sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, and tried to catch her breath. She tried to convince herself she was dreaming, but the sights and sounds that were replying in her mind were too raw, feral and passionate not to be real. It felt like her whole body was on fire, and the major source of her heat was between her legs.
She pushed her yoga pants and panties down and off her legs in a single motion, and leaned back on the breakfast bar, opening her legs and rubbing herself frantically, as she closed her eyes and relived the unbelievable scene she had just witnessed.
Her fingers weren't enough, so she tore open the refrigerator door, and grabbed one of the smooth cucumbers Julie had given them from her greenhouse. Michelle gasped at the contrast of the cold vegetable against her flaming pussy, and pushed the tapered cucumber deep into her pussy. She gripping the end tightly, and began to fuck herself hard. Her juices were flowing around the cucumber, and down into the crack of her ass, and the empty cottage filled with the squelching sounds of her organic dildo invading her dripping young cunt.
Michelle was jerked from her reverie back to reality, at the feel of the cold, wet nose pushing into her crotch. Looking down, Michelle stared into the warm, brown eyes of Chico, who was licking at the cucumber, and the juices that covered her legs and thighs. Michelle had never thought about Chico in this way, but the fire burning inside her incinerated all rational thoughts from her brain.
Pulling the cucumber from her soaking pussy, Michelle spread her legs wider, and implored Chico loudly, "Lick my cunt Chico! MAKE ME CUM!" Chico knew by her smell and taste what was required of him, and set to the task enthusiastically, lapping his coarse tongue over his young mistress’s pussy and clit.
As Michelle was on the brink of orgasm, for the third time today, a familiar laugh from the doorway interrupted her release yet again.
"Wondered where Chico got his experience from, perhaps now we know."
Michelle opened her eyes, and blinked a few times, to adjust to the light coming from behind the voice, and stared into the lovely face of her just-fucked neighbour, Julie.
Undeterred by her arrival, Chico continued to lick his life- long companion, and latest human bitch, which finally pushed Michelle over the top. As if having an out of body experience, Michelle wondered who was grunting and yelling at such a fever pitch, when she realized it was herself, exploding in a thunderous orgasm, as she came on Chico's probing and exploring tongue.
Michelle felt a soft hand slide under her top and pinch her braless nipple, causing further jolts tremors to shoot through her young body, as Julie's warm, open lips press against her own, in a long, passionate kiss, causing her to cum over and over.
Breaking the kiss for a moment Michelle panted, "I never have done this before," nodding to Chico, who had withdrawn and was busy licking his angry red cock, which stuck out at both of them.
"He is a very good fuck," Julie whispered lovingly in Michelle’s ear, while stroking and playing with her nipple, "as I think you should find out."
Michelle was in a sexual daze, as she slid herself off the stool, dropping to the floor on all fours and sticking her round ass high into the air. She moaned with pure lust as Julie's hand reached under and cupped her pussy, pulling her hips a little higher.
"Don't want Chico getting his aim wrong, do we love?" she asked with a laugh, as Michelle twisted her head around to see Julie holding the overly enthusiastic Chico by the collar, while stroking his veiny red cock with her other hand.
Michelle could see Chico's cock was hanging down, but it was hard as a steel rod, and she actually found herself drooling at the thought of it being inside her. By the way Julie's hand looked dwarfed by it, and barely fitted around it, Michelle guessed Chico’s cock was at least 9 inches, and thick.
With Julie’s guidance, Chico climbed onto Michelle’s back, and she felt his weight and his soft belly fur rubbing her tingling skin, as Chico tried to thrust himself into her warm and welcoming opening. Michelle looked under herself and saw that Julie had Chico's cock firmly in hand, and was rubbing the young girl’s pussy and clit with the tip, keeping him from entering her.
Julie leaned forward and kissed Michelle hard on the mouth, as she released her grip, allowing the black lab to lurch forward and fully penetrate his young mistress.
Michelle exhaled with a moan as Chico impaled her, her dog virginity leaving her body with the warm breath that filled her lover’s mouth. Chico then started to drive his hips in and out of her, like a steam engine.
Michelle was in dog heaven, as he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before, his strong cock driving in and out of her already puffy pussy lips.
Once again, Julie's fingers tweaked Michelle’s nipple, triggering an orgasm that became prolonged and intensified, as Julie's other hand pinched Michelle’s clit, as the dog continuously pumped at her core.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD," Michelle screamed at the top of her voice, as Chico rammed his knot into his new bitch’s filthy cunt.
"Feels wonderful, doesn't it?" Julie purred in Michelle's ear, as the knot swelled even bigger inside her. Michelle was lost for words, as the knot started to throb and pulse, sending her into fits of ecstasy, her moans and screams filling the kitchen, as Chico flooded her womb with his hot dog cum.
Michelle felt Chico turn, like she had seen him do with Julie, and hung her head down to the cool, tiled floor, as she tried to clear her brain and come down from the most powerful orgasm in her young life, while the tingling persisted, with Chico firmly locked inside her.
She was still experiencing mini orgasms, from the knot lodged inside her, when she heard the front door slam and a voice shouting from the foyer.
"Hey Mitchie, where are you?" shouted her father, his voice getting louder as he neared the kitchen, "where are you? I have a something that I’m sure will lift your spirits.”
Her brain had not fully engaged yet, and her entire body was too exhausted to move, from the primal fucking she had just received.
Giddy with excitement, having pulled off this surprise visit to cheer up their daughter, Michelle’s mother and father jumped into the kitchen, shouting in unison, “SURPRI…!” their voices trailing off, as they stood and stared in shock at the scene before them.
Yanking himself from Michelle, Chico eagerly ran up to stunned couple, wagging his tail, with his exposed cock still hanging lewdly beneath him, covered in their daughter’s cum, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. |
Title: 01 put the beast asleep
Tags: Diary, Male/Female
Introduction:
I was asleep or was I? She got into bed under the covers and I waited to see what she would do.
Content:
Dream
I get in bed and sigh thinking of how bad the day was. I start to doze off with the only sound of hum of a desktop fan. Just wanting to forget about everything.
Sometime in the middle of the night I groggily wake up. I dreamed I heard my name, or did I? Very soft steps on the carpet I hear,I feel someone crawl in bed. Still out of it, I felt this person who I figured was a female since I felt two mounds come over me as she rolled to the other side she settled down next to me and after afew moments I rolled over realizing she was clothless except for the blanket as I was too.
Still tired, I go up against her. I doze back off but aware of my surroundings. I feel her grind against me, but now she pushed her bum against my front and my hand unconsciously moves to her hip. My heart starts beating now more awake. It's completely dark in the room. I feel myself get turned on as my manhood presses against her bum. I act asleep as I get closer to her, my head against her my breaths go across her semi long straight hair, which then filters to her ear and neck. She pushes closer like the desire of a hot knife with butter on bread, she rolls over facing me. It is dark, I can’t see with my open eyes, I shut them anyway. After movement of a bit her leg gets between mine. It’s not enough.. she wants to be closer. After afew minutes thinking I’m still asleep, she gets her upper body on me. I feel her breath on me as I breathe on her. I can't doze off now, I open my eyes to watch. she lightly runs the side of her foot lightly up and down my foot. I hear a faint but deep moan from her. It gets hard and I know she feels it. Her hand cups my groin, my penis goes full erect. I breathe deeply as she gasps in surprise feeling my length and already getting her hand sticky from pre game fluids. She decided I needed her right here right now. Her lust lost control she put my other hand on her hip I let her roll on me I acted dead asleep. It was like our bodies were designed to fit , her curves formed so perfectly around me no matter how she laid or sat on or next to me.
She grabbed hold of my hard cock, whacked it against her readied wet clit, just the head though. Her love fluid I feel getting on me I know she is at point of no return I feel her guide herself and me into her, the head she rubs with hand back and forth it. Her wetness drips down my cock I moan in pleasure from her tease And I feel like I’m holding my breath. Her thrusts and Her rubbing go out of rhythm, it goes into her what she’s wanted all this time, she gasps and it slides with ease into her firm grasp around my manhood. I gasp at the indescribable feeling of this going down the shaft. She stops with the gasp but continues till she can’t go any further she collapses on to me in disbelief of how good that felt with her energy off the charts. After intense seconds and quick deep breaths, she starts thrusting while laying on me. I lay still for now. My arms are on its sides and she places one on her hip. I let it naturally fall. Satisfied I’m still asleep , as she thought, she stays a slow but deep thrust to where it comes out but like skill she pushes deep back into her last millisecond. I moan after a handful of times. She hears me as she picks up the pace. My hand this time holds her thigh where the crease of her butt cheeks meet her thighs. Her arousal heightens at the touch. I let my body naturally take control by thrusting with her. we get our tempo going, I open my eyes and in the dark I see her silhouette. She put her hair in a ponytail at some point. The pony tail bouncing up down each with it over her right
shoulder in front of her. Her hair smelled a beautiful fruit smell kinda citrus smelling. I breath in deeply to smell the aroma from her hair and our sex filling the room. I feel her lean in, she kisses me, then again and again the 4th time, I finally kiss back but lightly. She kisses again and I kiss back and it immediately turns into us kissing as we continue our thrusts. She lifts up her body still kissing my left hand moves to her breast while the right touches her left cheek as we kiss. My heart is beating so hard and my mind is racing 100 miles a minute. Who are you, why me, why are you even in my bed? I lose thoughts when she breaks our kiss, sits up, starts riding me. She goes for so long she exhausts herself and lays on me for abit to rest. I can’t handle it after a seeming to be hour, but maybe 10 seconds. I roll her over, I’m on top, she gasps.
I’m to where I’m breathing in her ear. I go slow at first but in no time pick up speed. She tenses, gasps and moans with pleasure, curling her toes. Pretty sure she knows I’m awake at this point. I lift up and kiss her lips but these were hard, deep kisses, passionately biting and pulling the lip firmly. She starts getting short of breath. Her womanhood pulsating around my man hood. After several more hard deep thrusts from a down to up angle she tenses and I feel her orgasm explode. I keep thrusting through her resistance, as I go slower for her sake ,but I'm not done yet. I pull out, kiss and nibble at her lips and her neck I go down to chest.
I kiss lick and nibble her breasts, especially the nipples. Then continue kissing down her stomach. I blew air up the path I kissed. She feels the hair raising goose bump breeze along her and tenses and moans. I blow air going back down. I spread her legs and immediately got the hint and quickly spread them willingly revealing her well trimmed glistening pussy with the little moon light from a half moon shining perfectly on her. I start licking her. At first a gentle slow lick at top of the labia and the next one alil deep and like a dog licking water, I was licking her. She was moaning holding my head there. She came close to another. but I stopped. I come back up and look into her moonlit blue shining eyes of lust, which makes me wonder if she saw my lusting puppy brown eyes at the same time. I feel my penis go fully erect as it goes into her. I didn't even wait for her permission. I slipped it in without hesitation and started thrusting. I can’t hold my pleasure. I start gasping and moaning with her. Fuck baby please cum in me she gasps, as I go fast and hard as I can I lift myself up she plays with her right boob the other she slides down to clitoris and rubs with my thrusts. I feel myself pulsating in her. She's pulsating. Her hand goes up against the bed headboard. I can’t hold it any more. “baby cum...with...~she trails off, her eyes close and head tilts back I moan with her screaming. I feel the pressure of fluid build around my cock and I release it. I push deep into her as the first huge wave goes deep into her uterus, she feels that and tensed and released again. Her orgasm went all over us that resulted from her intense ejaculation. I fall onto her as I continue milking my orgasm into her. I had no rubber on, which was the last thing on my mind as I was looking at her and she looked into me with a sleepy satisfied smile and fell back in love. I rolled her onto me to get out of that wet spot, leaving me in her. I kissed her, but a deep passionate kiss and we fell asleep while I rubbed her back.
I woke up as the sun was hitting her beautiful sleeping body. we were still in the same position and she was dripping wet from our sex. I smiled and kissed her cheek in love, she didn’t even stir. I fell back asleep to enjoy the future. |
Title: 01] Rajasthani Interlude_(1)
Tags: True Story, Mature, Oral Sex, Teen
Introduction:
A Trip turns into an adventure
Content:
IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY MATURE/YOUNG GAY SEX PLEASE DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING STORY.
I welcome comments and feed back. Please do post your's. I am a resident of India and this story is true and did happen though it was many years ago.
RAJASTHANI INTERLUDE.
I just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the daily grind, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the post. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and of course provisions, as I was headed into a rather sparsely populated area where the villages and towns were few and far between.
The first few days of my trip were uneventful, I saw the usual tourist sites, did the usual touristy things. But then as I drove into the hinterland the desolate places began to beckon me and I headed deeper into the desert away from the demands of everyday life. I was about 5 days into my trip and as evening approached I started to look for a place to camp. From my maps I saw that there was a small lake fairly close, and decided to spend the night there. I drove towards the lake and started to skirt the edge looking for a decent spot which I could use, and soon found an ideal site. It was an enchanting place, a small hillock at the foot of which was spread the shimmering waters of the lake, a grove of tamarind trees which would give me shade and a nice level area to erect the tent.
I parked the jeep and began to set thing up. While busy with the task I was suddenly conscious of being watched. Looking around I could not see anybody but could feel eyes on me. As the evening drew on so did the feeling that I was not alone. I cooked my meal for the night and then decided to have a bath before eating. Walking down to the edge of the lake I saw a figure standing near a rock on the side of the hill. Taking a detour from my path I went up to the spot and found a young goatherd with his flock. He would have been in his late teens, maybe 19 or 20, lithe and slim with longish hair matted and uncombed, dressed in a singlet and a grubby white dhoti, which tied in the usual Rajasthani fashion, clearly delineated his thighs and crotch. With my smatterings of Hindi, we were able to communicate a bit.
He had a fold for his goats a little distance away. He heard the arrival of my jeep and was surprised to find another human in a place where few other people ventured. I invited him to share my dinner, glad for a bit of company after a few days of being alone in the desert. He seemed a shy and diffident lad, but quickly wolfed down a portion of rotis and dhal I had cooked. After we finished our meal, I took the dirty vessels down to the lake to wash up and decided to have the delayed bath as well. Normally I would have stripped naked, but removing only my shirt and trousers, I remained in my underwear, out of deference to the boy’s presence. As I ventured out into the cool waters, he squatted at the edge of the lake and seemed to be a bit amazed at my daring. Plainly he did not know how to swim. I came back to the shallows and started to soap myself. When I began to shampoo my hair I noticed that the boy was intensely interested, and on inquiring, I discovered he had only rarely seen or used soap and had never heard of shampoo.
I invited him to join me and to try it out. Readily he stripped off his dhoti and singlet and quite unabashed at his nakedness, he had nothing on under the dhoti, joined me in the water. His body was smooth with no sign of any body hair on his chest or belly. He had a trace of shadow on his chin and above his lips where his beard and moustache were just beginning to grow. And just light stubble around the pubic area which showed he had shaved it in the recent past. His face was attractive with the normal rather sharp Rajasthani features.
I first helped him to soap his body and then asked him to do the same for my back. While soaping him I behaved in a decent manner and kept my hands away from his crotch and ass. After rinsing off the soap I started to shampoo his long and rather tangled hair. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a while he automatically turned to face away from me so I could work the shampoo into the back of his hair. As he turned I noticed that he was starting to become erect. I had noticed his “package” when we were having dinner and though hidden in the dhoti it seemed to be of a nice size. Now it was abundantly clear that he was reasonably hung for his age and that he was no stranger to sexual arousal. His cock was of medium length, neither thick nor thin, hooded, and with the glans just peeping out of the foreskin as it rose towards erection. It was straight, with no sign of bend or curve and without any veins running under the skin. As a matter of fact it was the prettiest and most handsome cock I had ever seen. As I was working on his scalp with my fingers, he let himself sag backwards towards me and soon his slender body was pressed against mine. My response was evident to him very soon.
When he felt my arousal he pressed even harder against me and slowly undulated his hips so his buttocks moved in a circular motion against my cock and thighs. Then reaching up for my hands which were still entangled in his hair brought them down the front of his body to his now rampant cock. When I grasped his now fully erect and hard cock in my hand, he slipped his hand between us and clasped my own hardening cock through my underwear, pressed the crack of his ass against it and changed the circular motion of his butt to a vertical up and down movement. In a few minutes I was as hard as stone and thoroughly turned on by the eroticism of his presence and actions. He turned towards me again and very shyly indicated I should remove my undies, which I speedily did. Holding his cock flat against his belly he pressed his lithe body against mine, slipped my cock between his thighs and clenching them slightly created a perfect passage around the hard shaft. He directed me to hold his ass and to start moving backward and forward. Well lubricated by the water we were standing in my cock slid in and out easily and smoothly. This action caused his cock to rub up and down on my stomach and very soon I felt him stiffen even more and to start leaking pre cum.
He pulled away from me and turning, bent over, spread his legs wide and thrust his backside towards me. His ass was lean and the cheeks small. His action caused the crack to open wide and expose the pucker hidden within. It was a clear invitation for me to fuck him and I lost no time pressing my cock to the inviting hole. Holding his hips I thrust forward and slid slickly all the way in till the base of my cock was up against his ass cheeks. He had been fucked before and was easily able to accommodate the length and thickness of my hot hard cock. Using long full strokes I fucked his ass as deeply as I could reach. Soon I was approaching the point of explosion. I stretched one hand around his body and found his cock; it was still hard and stiff. A very few strokes of my fist along the length was enough to make him start his own ejaculation. Feeling the pulses of his ejaculation pass within his body and along the full length of my cock caused me to shoot my load deep in his backside.
Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His body was familiar, similar to the bodies of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me back and then probing his tongue into my mouth. We sank down on to the rugs on the floor still with lips locked together. He settled back and pulling me slightly above and over him, pressed the length of his body to mine. I transferred my attention to his nipples and chest, licking, sucking, and kissing. As I moved my mouth lower to his navel I could feel his cock begin to rise again and soon it was pressing harder and harder against my leg. It seemed to be trying to draw my attention. I eased away from him and allowed it to spring up and stand free, thrusting itself from his body with an expectant air.
When I bent my head and took the erect cock in my mouth he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped back, flat on his back and arched his hips upward as though to slide the full length of his cock down my throat. Within a very few minutes I could feel him reaching climax. He tried to push me off indicating that he was about to ejaculate. But I did not release the pulsing cock head from my mouth and the next second felt the salty, creamy cum flooding in. He came in waves and I was surprised at the amount of ejaculate he produced, much more than he had done at the lake just a while earlier. Allowing some of the cum to dribble out I retraced the path of my downward journey, back up his stomach, his navel, his nipples and finally to his mouth. He showed no restraint and eagerly tasted my mouth and the remnants of his cum on my lips and tongue. Surprisingly, he then pushed me backwards till I was lying flat and commenced to do the same things to me. He kissed and licked my nipples and stomach, paying just the right amount of attention to my navel and lower belly before engulfing my cock in his hot and wet mouth. He soon brought me to the point of ejaculation for the second time. Just as I had not allowed him to withdraw his cock from my mouth, he also would not allow me to remove mine from his mouth and swallowed the full load of cum I finally deposited there.
For the next few hours we explored each other’s bodies to the utmost. Though he was only a boy he seemed to have had quite a bit of experience with gay sex and did not shy away from performing any of the actions. In many of my other encounters with boys I have often found a reluctance or even an aversion to performing oral sex acts and sometimes also to having these acts performed on them. With this simple village lad I discovered an eager and willing partner, ready to do and try everything and anything.
Sometime in the middle of the night after exhausting all our energy we went down to the lake, walking stark naked in the moonlight, hand in hand like a pair of long time lovers, stopping now and then to sample a lingering kiss or a fondle. After thoroughly washing away all the sweat and stains from our bodies and hair, we went back to the tent to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms till almost 8 am the next morning. We were roused only by the bleating of the goats wanting to be let out of their pen to graze and drink. While he watered the animals I cooked a meal. Our vigorous exertions of the previous night had left us ravenous.
After we had released the goats to graze and eaten our breakfast we returned to our sexual diversions. Very soon after starting, he bent over and invited me to fuck his ass again and this I did eagerly and again deposited the full load of my ejaculate deep in his backside. We then returned to our oral pursuits and pleasures. At one point later in the day while indulging in a session of 69, I was on all fours, in the doggy position, straddling his body, with him lying flat under me, our cocks in each other’s mouths, when I was overcome by the desire to feel his cock bury itself in my ass. Releasing his hard cock from my mouth I asked him to get up and to fuck me. At first he was not willing, but a little persuading from me had him move behind me as I remained in the doggy position. I had also been fucked before but it had been a long time since I had felt a cock enter my ass. The sensation of his hands griping my hips and his hard cock pressing itself to the entrance of my back passage was extremely erotic. Thrusting my ass backwards towards his body as he was pushing forward with his cock caused my hole to expand and engulf the very erect member with a smooth action. Very soon he was plunging the full length of his hard straight cock deep into me, his balls bouncing off the back of my thighs just below my ass with each stroke and the sound of his stomach slapping on my ass cheeks was a rhythm in itself. It did not take him long to reach the point of no return. Reaching back I laid a restraining hand on his ass, indicating to him that I wanted him to ejaculate within me, as I had done to him earlier and on the previous day. As he came in waves I felt my ass fill and brim over with his cum. It was quite amazing the amount of cum he produced time after time. As I began to feel his erection subside I reached behind me again, and holding him to me I sank down on to the bed, making him lie supine on top of my prone body, his now flagging prick still inside my wet ass.
As I had known it would, I soon felt his cock come to life again. It slowly burgeoned in my backside, till it was stiff and hard, filling my entire passage with its presence. This time well lubricated by his earlier outpouring of sperm and lubricating fluids the feelings generated by his now erect cock in my ass were more intense, the sliding action, slippery and smooth. Very soon I was raising my hips off the bed and meeting his forward thrusts with backward thrusts of my own. His body was pressed along the length of my back, his feet balanced on my heels and lower calf giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his hard prick into my eager ass. He was able to sustain the in and out motion, his cock sliding into me to its full length before pulling out again, his shaved pubic stubble roughly rubbing on the tender skin around my hole, for a much longer time before he approached his second climax and the point of ejaculation. Before he could pass the point of no return I signalled him to stop. Both our bodies were slick with sweat as he slid off me with a look of consternation on his face. As he squatted there with his cock beginning to lose its erectness, I can but wonder what passed through his mind.
He must have thought something was wrong, or that he had done, or not done something I wanted, to be denied attaining his climax. He looked most crestfallen and woebegone. I quickly turned so I was lying on my back and drew my legs up till my knees were almost level with my ears. This caused my ass to tip slightly upward and to open the hole to full view. It was still slightly open and pulsing, from the passage of the recently removed cock. The sight of me lying so expectantly exposed and inviting was enough to make his face light up and his now drooping cock rise to hardness again.
Having understood the purpose behind the change of my position he was quick to kneel in front of me and with a broad grin on his youthful face, enter my waiting backside again. His cock and my ass were still wet and slick and the feelings generated by the re-entry of the hard shaft into my passage were very intense as was the pleasure we both derived from being able to see the expressions on the others face. In this position I could feel his cock reach far deeper in my ass bringing me exquisite pleasure. His body was supple enough to allow him to dip his head and take my cock head in his mouth just as he completed his final stroke. I felt his cock throb deep inside me with the force of his ejaculation, and felt again the waves of cum flooding my ass hole. His lips on my cock brought about my own climax. My cock slipped from his mouth and sprayed both of us with cum. Bringing my legs down on either side of him we lay there completely spent , bodies sticky with ejaculate and sweat both satisfied to the core.
Later I learnt from him that that was the first time he had ever fucked anyone. He had been introduced to gay sex by other goat headers, but as the youngest among them, he was always made to play the bottom boy. He had been fucked by them a few times but never had had the chance to penetrate another guy. They knew nothing of oral sex and had never done more that merely fucking him. Neither had anyone ever sucked his cock before I had the previous day. His responses to me and my actions were purely derived from his innate sexuality. His use of his tongue when I kissed him was a natural continuation of the kiss. As was his sucking of my cock, a result of the sensations he had felt when I had sucked him. Over the next few days he proved adept at learning the ways and methods of obtaining the best results from both oral as well as anal sex. He would allow me to fuck him in any position I desired and for as many times as I could manage to get an erection, just as he would fuck me as long and as hard as I wanted and as many times as I felt like it. But he would never initiate the action himself. He would only fuck me if I requested him to do it. He would start any other sort of play or action without hesitation but never initiated anal sex with me except at my invitation. He proved to be an ardent sucker and had wonderful control of his mouth and tongue and would take my cock far deeper into his throat than I could do with his.
I spent 5 wonderful and delicious days and nights in his company, all of the nights and many hours of the days were passed, naked and tumescent, in fervent exploration of each other’s orifices or utterly spent and languid, bodies slick and slippery with the fluids of ejaculation mixed with our sweat, lying supine, recovering from the aftermaths of sexual arousal and gratification, either under the trees, in the crystal waters of the lake or in the confines of the tent. Then the necessity of returning to the daily grind of normal life intruded, as did lack of sufficient supplies. Reluctantly we parted. I was not able to return to that region for quite a few years and I never saw him again. Unfortunately I had no camera to take his photograph. Only the memories of his face and body remained, dimmed by the passage of time. When recollecting the chain of events while writing this story it all came flooding back into sharp focus. The recollections of all that we did to each other, the pleasures we derived from sharing our bodies without reservation flooded my mind and senses. I wonder if he remembers our meeting and time we spent together and what he feels about it all.
Finis.
Please post comments/feedback. This is a true incident from my life. |
Title: 02. Buckley's - Bouncer #277
Tags: Fiction, Gay
Introduction:
Not too long ago I was Bi-curious, now I am addicted to cock
Content:
Luther had just fucked the shisen hausen out my virgin ass and it took me, almost two weeks to fully recover.
Prior to my night with Luther I was already living in a confused time.
You see months before my recent sexual liaisons, I felt confused about my sexual feelings.
So I went to my mom for advice, as she had always known I was a bit of a sissy growing up.
Her reaction shocked me.
Once I said I was confused on my sexuality.
It wasn’t until I mentioned I was becoming bi-curious that, she flipped out and disowned me.
So know I had no one to turn too and talk about, what’s ticking in my head in my time of need.
Once I started recovering and while I was loafing at home convalescing, all I could think about was cock, Luther, cum, Luther and cock and getting bred by cock like a bitch.
In fact it had gotten so bad, that I lost my job because I didn’t show up for a week.
Then when I did turn up the next, I didn’t have my mind on job and couldn’t concentrate.
So I went to “Buckley’s” (“Buckley’s Rooster Club” a GBLT club), for a drink and maybe somebody for advice.
I had already become a regular at “Buckley’s” over past few months, so the bar staff and security were familiar to me.
They stopped calling me Greg or Gregory a while ago, but I was “Gregar” To them.
Eugene the front door bouncer, would even let me pass by without queuing up at night.
It had now been six months since my last story or adventure.
On Thursdays it was crossdressing and tranny nights, which I enjoyed more than the full sausage fest night.
I don’t know why but I did.
From what started off as being one wild weekend of expelling my curiosity, became a weekly event with Luther.
He fucked me silly for several months, by then I was at the point I craved it almost daily.
Then all of sudden both Prestwick and Luther suddenly, stopped showing up and dropped off the radar.
Now I bring you forward to tonite, a Saturday.
There were four different bouncers working the doors, as I walked inside.
They were all tall, dark and built like brick shithouses.
Just picturing them and their packages, sent me craving to see what they had and also shiver down my spine.
On this night, there were a lot of nice young bodies on the dance floor.
The DJ was pumping out some loud heavy beats, which added to the fog filled atmosphere and dim lighting.
I had already thought of devouring someone’s cock, even before I noticed what was around me.
There I was sitting in my corner by the bar, scanning the scenery as I downing a few vodkas.
I was contemplating the right time for me to strut my stuff, and join them.
When I eventually ventured to dance floor, my eyes took a while adjust to dim lighting.
All I knew I was out on the floor with masses of semi-naked and sweaty cock craving guys.
The strobe lights were the only lights in the dimly lit foggy venue, aside from the bar.
It wasn’t long before I started buzzing out and grinding into bodies, to the heavy dance beats.
Abba was playing “I need a man after midnight”, remixed of cause.
By now the dancefloor was filled with bodies, I was getting grinded into and felt the odd groping of my butt.
Someone even tried to force their hand inside my ultra-tight vinyl shorts, from behind.
All of it to me was a bit of fun.
After a few songs I went and took a break.
I headed to the restroom, while the full on techno beats were on.
So I had my pee and I was finishing up, when someone entered the restroom.
The sudden busting open of the door and the instant music blasting in, startled me briefly.
I hurriedly tried to, tuck my cock away into my shorts.
Because my shorts were so tight, the zipper took an effort to close.
While I struggled with my zip, I took a quick glance at who had entered.
It was one of the security guys, from the front door.
I finally zipped up and was about to leave, when he made me stare in shock.
He was smiling and either teasing me or showing off, a much larger cock than I have.
It was limp and still larger than mine fully erect, it was thicker too.
I smirked at him.
I didn’t know what to say, so I said the first thing to come to my mind.
“Well hell-o Daddy, what have you got here,” I blurted out, unable to take my eyes off his cock.
He moved towards me.
“Take it,” he said, I glance up at him with a cheeky look.
I then looked at his security tag (#277).
“OK honey, sure thing,” I said, as my eyes were focussed on his big black clean cock.
I dreamt of it inside me and the pain from it, even before my hands even touched it.
He motioned me into a special needs cubicle, as he starts loosening his pants.
I gave him a wry smile as we entered a cubicle, once inside he locks us in.
He drops his pants and I help him slide his boxers down past his knees.
I grab hold of his cock and give a cheeky smirk.
Licking my lips and jerking his big cock, I slowly backed into the toilet bowl and put the seat down.
I sat down on it and looked up at him, then at his cock.
“Wow, and it still isn’t hard,” I said, in amazement to him.
All the while I stroke his cock, it slow grew.
By the time his cock was even in my mouth, it had grown big enough to fill my mouth.
In fact it was now so hard that I let it flop out from my hands, as I moved forwards to take it into my open mouth.
He moaned softly, as I took my first tastes of his big cock inside my mouth.
Getting it’s in my mouth was one thing but because of its thickness, it was an effort just to get a motion going.
So I resorted to licking his balls and the marshmallow-like tip for a while.
Then I would suck and slurp his shaft, as if it’s an ice-cream melting on a sunny day.
I continued to try get as much of his beast cock in my mouth, I sucked and bobbed as best I could.
277 held my head into position, as it went deeper and deeper.
To get the cock over half way inside my mouth, it took a team effort I thought to myself.
As for my own cock which normally doesn’t get too excited, was growing while I paid attention to security #277’s.
By the time he was at the point of no return and full on horny, he was forcing my head up and down his cock so as to be face fucking me.
Now my face was a drooling mess of slobber and snot.
As his cock was almost down the bowels of throat.
Then without a hint of warning.
BAM!
His cock expanded as he moaned and bucked his hips, almost losing balance.
Now cum spewed inside my mouth, I tried swallowing but could catch all of it.
His cock was to fat, that cum was forced out between the sides of my mouth and up my nasal cavity.
Cum and drool escaped my mouth, before he released me.
I coughed and spat out everything, just to breathe again, even cleared my snout.
Whilst catching my breath, I finally heard the sounds of snickering from inside the bathroom area.
I hand my hands on my haunches, with cum, drool and whatever dangling from my mouth and chin.
It was then I looked up at him while trying, to catch my breath back.
I then bursting into a silly giggle.
He winked at me.
I was like a happy puppy, at a pet shop.
His cock was shrinking, so I leant over and gave it a kiss.
“That was great, see you next time,” He said, and got dressed.
“Fuck me, fuck me next time,” I said, pleadingly.
“Sounds like a plan, maybe next,” He said, and rubbed my hair.
As he left the people snickering stopped, once #277 exited the cubicle.
“What!” he grumbled at them.
I stayed in the cubicle until I could clean my clothes and face up.
Over the next few months I got to know Harvey or #277, very well.
I started calling him “Ach” short for Harvey.
I would suck him off every shift and fuck me every Saturday night, he even fucked me on his days off.
He told me to douche daily and to shave my body hair as often I could.
I did as he said.
More soon>>> |
Title: 02 - The Chico Tales
Tags: Fiction, Bestiality, Blowjob
Introduction:
- Chico's teacher-This is chapter 2 in the Chico series and would strongly suggest you read Chico’s English Vacation for background.
Content:
“What the hell,” roared Michelle’s father as he took in the scene before him. There was his sweet daughter with her ass high in the air pointing towards him. Her pussy was clearly on display and he could see the dog cum dripping from her swollen lips to join the puddle between her thighs. The cause of his daughter’s condition was happily wagging his tail in front of him, his red cock still showing and shiny from his daughter’s juices as he to dripped onto the kitchen floor. The back door was wide open to garden but luckily their neighbours were far enough away that they wouldn't have been able to witness his daughter’s slutty act.
“Go to your room,“ Michelle’s mother said quietly to her daughter as she looked for a floor cloth.
“Where’s Julie?” Michelle asked still in a post-orgasmic daze.
“Thank goodness she wasn't here to witness you being a slut,” said her father, “now go to your room.”
Michelle trudged up the stairs with leaden feet as the enormity of what had just happened started to sink in. Her parents had caught her with the family pet and heaven only knows what would happen now. ‘Oh no’ she thought in a blind panic “they might send Chico away or worse”, and starting to sob as she thought,” I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to him.”
Following his naked daughter upstairs John couldn’t help but notice how cute her ass was and the vision of her open pussy dripping with dog cum popped into his head causing stiffness in his trousers. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts he demanded, “Phone, tablet & laptop young lady, you are grounded 100% while I talk to your Mom.”
The next few days passed very quietly with Michelle's Mom & Dad saying nothing but not letting her out of their sight, and even when they went out for the day the air was cool rather than frosty. One evening after she was going up to bed Michelle overheard her mother saying, “Maybe it would be best if I took Chico back with me, I have missed him a lot.” Michelle couldn't listen anymore and crept away stifling a sob at the thought of being separated from her beloved Chico.
To her surprise her parents lovemaking was very noisy, and she had got herself off listening to her mother's loud groans of pleasure as her father’s grunted and panted.
It was mid afternoon three days after the Chico incident that Michelle stepped into the shower after a day of lying in the sun under the watchful eye of her parents. As she started to soap herself all over under the deluge of water she started to relive what had happened just a few days ago. Feeling her nipples harden she tweaked them calling herself a dog slut under her breath, but rather than dampen her ardour she felt the heat between her legs increase. Leaning back against the tiles she spread her still swollen pussy lips with one hand and with the fingertip of her other hand started to rub her engorged clit. Michelle moaned and bit her lip as the orgasm tingled through her body and with lust now raging within her she needed something inside herself. Wrapping a towel round herself she felt in the bedside drawer for her trusty dildo that had accompanied her from America but to her surprise encountered a buzzing phone.
“Hello” said Michelle a little confused into the strange phone.
“Hello love,” said the familiar voice of her next door neighbour Julie, “sorry thought it was better I vanished pronto though would have been nice to have seen their faces.”
“I am so grounded & worried,” Michelle stammered back.
“Thought it best I laid low until I could get a few things in place, so how do you fancy dinner?” Julie purred.
Michelle nodded before she stammered, “yes” when she realised Julie couldn't see her and the phone went dead.
Michelle brain was spinning as she tried to work out how the phone got there, what Julie meant about dinner and what on earth she meant about things in place. At the same time her pussy was screaming for relief and Michelle rummaged in the drawer for her 6” dildo and grasping it pulled it out. To her shock it wasn't her normal dildo but one that clearly resembled a dog cock and as she wondered what the hell was going on the phone buzzed with a text, “thought this would remind you of Chico xxx.” Michelle looked at the dog cock dildo and moaned with pure lust as she pushed it into her soaking pussy. Lying on her back, her knees pulled up Michelle fucked herself hard with the dildo and could feel the plastic knot banging against her pussy lips. That feeling sent her over the top and arching up towards the thrusting dildo Michelle screamed as she peaked in her orgasm.
Michelle was still trying to recover her breathing when the phone buzzed with a text again, “be ready in 15 mins, pack an overnight bag xxxx.” Michelle stood and dressed quickly fascinated to know what Julie was going to do.
It was exactly 12 minutes later when her father shouted up stairs, “Mitchie get your butt down here, Mrs Smith from next door has kindly agreed to look after you for the day & overnight.”
Michelle shouted down, “Will be there in …. 3 minutes,” before laughing to herself as she stuffed a few items into a small rucksack. She paused as she picked up the dog dildo; still wondering how it got there, then stuffed it into the bag giggling to herself. The she bounced downstairs dressed in favourite sweatshirt and tight yoga pants with the rucksack over her shoulder. As she caught Julie's eye and the slight frown she wore, Michelle altered her demeanour to dutiful daughter mode as she heard Julie say, “of course Mr & Mrs Lynch I will be more than happy to look after your daughter for the evening to allow you to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity before Mrs Lynch has to return to America and Michelle will be good company while my husband is away.”
“Please call me Sarah, “ Michelle’s mother replied, “and you are so kind stepping into the breach at the last moment.” Then turning to Michelle said, “Mrs Smith, I mean Julie, will look after you this evening dear as your father has just been sent two tickets to see the Russian State ballet performing Swan Lake this evening and the tickets are like gold dust.”
“I have made up my spare room,” purred Julie’ “so you can enjoy your evening happy in the knowledge that she will be returned safe & sound in the morning,” Julie paused before continuing, “ Oh but what about Chico?”
“He will be fine,” Michelle’s mother replied quickly, “no need to worry about him.”
Michelle walked across the lawns from one house to the other still in shock and awe before turning to Julie and saying, “how the hell did you manage that?”
Julie just laughed throatily before saying, “your mom loves the ballet and she got two tickets out of the blue that were accidentally delivered to my address hence I had to deliver them to her and offer to chaperone you.” Michelle stared at Julie as she went on, “oh and by the way when using a dog dildo you really should take the knot, it feels so much better.”
Michelle's jaw dropped as she stammered, “have you been spying on me?”
“That's not the half of it love,” Julie laughed, “Now dump your stuff in the spare room we have a show to watch later but for now dinner.”
Over dinner the two women chatted though Michelle was conscious that she revealed far more than Julie. The topics ranged from Michelle's work plans after returning to America through to travelling the world. Michelle was spell bound as Julie described some of the wonderful places she had been ranging from the Taj Mahal in India to the wild bush of South Africa. Julie didn't mention much of life before her husband but clearly it was her second marriage and there was a significant other before that. As they finished the bottle of wine Michelle began to relax and saw how Julie's eyes glittered with interest when Michelle mentioned her ex-roomie was a lesbian. Julie's eyes glowed with fire when Michelle described how her roomie would often fuck her with a strap on.
“So you like pussy as well as cock then?” Julie said then laughed as Michelle nodded and blushed. “Nothing wrong with that,” Julie said, “after all I lived with a lesbian for two years before my first husband, so I enjoy pussy as well. Might even enjoy yours later.” Michelle felt her face and neck redden as she started to get wet at the thought of Julie between her thighs.
The subject of Chico had not been mentioned but once the dishes had been cleared away and both women sat curled on either end of a big sofa with a large glass of Baileys each, Julie fixed Michelle with a stare and said, “Chico.” Michelle flushed as Julie went on, “so how long has he been fucking you?”
“That was the first time,” Michelle stammered.
“Really,” Julie said quizzically as she raised an eyebrow, “wonder who his teacher was,” and then went on, “and whose idea was it for you to bring Chico over?”
Michelle thought for a moment, “it was Dad’s” she replied.
“And how did your Mom take the idea?” Julie asked.
“She was pissed at first then seemed resigned after a few days,” Michelle replied not sure where Julie was going with the questions.
“Explains a lot,” Julie said half to herself, “come join me in the cinema room.”
Michelle followed Julie admiring her ass in the light cotton trousers that clung to her in all the right places. Michelle was sure she wasn't wearing any underwear and started to think again of Julie’s comments about tasting her pussy and wondered what hers would taste like.
Julie laughed over her shoulder, “stop panting dear it gives your lustful thoughts away and in answer to your unasked question I hate wearing underwear. Now we are here, take a seat.” Julie waved to the small room with half a dozen comfortable chairs round a large wall screen that flickered into life. The screen was split into nine screens and Michelle realised it was the inside of her home. As she watched the front door opened and her Mother & Father walked in and from the speakers Michelle could hear her mother humming one of the songs from Swan Lake. Julie flicked s switch on the remote and the nine screens became one showing the scene in high definition.
“That was wonderful,” Michelle’s mother cooed, “and we have the house to ourselves for the night so no more sneaking around.”
“Indeed,” said Michelle's father as he reached round and scooped one of his wife’s breasts from her low cut evening gown running a thumb over her hardening nipple.
“Are we going to watch my Mom & Dad at it?” Michelle asked a little breathlessly as she watched the screen.
“Will you get yourself off like you normally do?” Teased Julie before going on, “I think you will learn a few things tonight.”
As Michelle watched the screen her mother stripped naked in their hallway and then knelt before Michelle's father who was still dressed in his tuxedo. Michelle was a little shocked as she heard her mother speak words in a tone she had not heard before, “may your slut suck your cock sir?” She said throatily as she unzipped Michelle's fathers fly allowing his cock to spring free. Michelle was impressed by the size of her father and could feel the dampness start again between her legs.
“You like your father's cock don't you.” Julie whispered as she moved next to Michelle and stroked a finger across her breasts that were heaving beneath her sweatshirt. Despite the thickness of the material Michelle could feel her nipples harden and she squirmed on the seat. Michelle could only moan in agreement, a moan that became more heated and louder as she heard her Mother speak.
“Can I suck your cock like you wished our daughter would,” Michelle's mother groaned as she engulfed her husband’s now rampant cock. Sucking deeply until she almost gagged then withdrawing leaving her drool dripping from his cock. “Would you like her to suck your cock like this?” then sucked his cock back in deep.
“Where do you want him?” Michelle heard her father growl, his hands on her mother's head as he slowly pistoned his hips into her mother’s mouth.
Breaking from her sucking for a moment she moaned, “here… Right here in the hallway like the slut I am… Not sneaking around in the bedroom like we have had to.”
Michelle was a little confused at her mother's words, but the confusion was soon cleared up as Chico bounded into view. There was no confusion with Chico, as he clearly knew what was expected of him as he sniffed and started to lap at his familiar bitch. Michelle watched dry mouthed as Chico’s cock grew and started to drip pre-cum onto the hall floor.
Suddenly her clothing felt to tight for Michelle and she stood for a moment casting off her sweatshirt and bra before ripping off her yoga pants and tiny briefs, all the time her eyes glued to the screen. Sitting back in the chair she opened her legs wide to allow Julie, who had moved between her knees, easy access to her pussy. Michelle gripped Julie's hair as she watched Chico mount and start to hump at her mother, his red cock leaving trails across her ass cheeks. Michelle nearly screamed with pleasure as Julie talented tongue started to delve deep inside, searching every nook and cranny.
On the screen Michelle saw Chico find the spot he was seeking and slammed home, driving his cock deep into Michelle's mother. Michelle could hardly believe the words that came out of her mother's mouth, words she didn't even know her mother knew, “oh yes fuck my slutty cunt, use me Chico, fuck me like you fucked my daughter.” Michelle pulled Julie's hair more urging her on as the scene on the screen captivated her. Michelle’s father was fisting himself as Chico humped Michelle’s mother and it occurred to Michelle as she heard the sounds from the speakers that this is what he had listened to on previous nights. Not her parent’s lovemaking but her mother being fucked by Chico as her father watched. The thoughts and sounds sent Michelle over the top and she flooded into Julie's mouth, squirted her juices like she never had before.
Hardly had she stopped cumming when Michelle felt herself being dragged round behind the chair and bent over it. From somewhere Julie had produced a dildo and the pulling Michelle's head up so she could still see the screen drove it into Michelle's soaking pussy from behind and started to pump Michelle with the same intensity as Chico was riding her mother on screen. Michelle felt a knot bang against her pussy lips & realised the dildo was the same shape as a dog cock and she kept cumming over and over as she heard and saw her mother orgasm under Chico.
Michelle found herself panting with lust as she could see in her mother's eyes, and from the sounds she was making, that Chico had forced his knot into her and was pumping her full of cum. Then Chico turned, still locked inside, and Michelle's mother moaned and groaned in ecstasy as the dog knot pulsed in her pussy. As she stared at the screen she saw her father unload a stream of seed into her mother's face coating her hair and cheeks with strings of seed. At that same moment Julie forced the dildo fully in so Michelle pussy clamped around the knot of the rubber cock. Flicking a switch at the base Julie watched as the dildo started to buzz and vibrate sending Michelle into the same multiple orgasms that her mother was having on screen.
Michelle felt drained as she slumped over the chair back, the dildo buzzing inside her still and mini orgasms shot through her causing her to shudder from time to time. On screen Chico had pulled out of her mother leaving a puddle of cum between her legs and to her surprise & excitement her mother turned and started to lap the cum from the tiled floor.
“Oh my,” Michelle moaned softly, “My mother a dog fucker, I would never had guessed.”
Julie laughed as she said, “shame she is going back to America so soon, whatever will your father do?” |
Title: 02] Cold and Wet
Tags: True Story, Asian, Boy, First Time, Gay
Introduction:
Mature meets a pair of boys
Content:
This a true story. Readers are advised not to read if offended by mature/young gay sex.
Cold and Wet.
The Saga of Ajay and Raja.
Part.1
The two figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a hill station can get. None of the other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform pants and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely reply to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would return to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the boys they were on the verge of tears.
Feeling sorry for their plight I asked them to come home with me. I could give them a meal, a change of clothes and a warm place to sleep. The brisk walk of a kilometre from the bus stop to my house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my place with very little said as they were still too cold and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a fire in the sitting room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowls of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able to tell me some of their story.
The boys appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small town in the plains at the foot of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to make a trip to see the lake and town. When they had visited a close by tourist spot, they had come across someone selling “magic mushrooms” [which this particular hill station was famous for producing]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine forest and soon began to experience the effects. After wandering some distance from the road and with no real idea of how far they had gone or the passage of time, they began to feel tired and lay down under the trees to sleep off the lethargy they felt.
Woken by the rain they were shocked to find it was almost night and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were able to make it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the night. By this time they were both wet to the skin, extremely cold and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back home they found a shop on the verge of closing and were able to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a couple of bondas, which did little to ward off the pangs of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the next bus, not knowing that the last bus going down the hill had already departed. That is how they came to be where I found them.
They were perkerier by now but still feeling cold, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a shot of brandy to get rid of the lingering chill and prevent them from catching pneumonia. With the usual Tamalian shyness, they at first refused, but when I pressed them a bit they admitted that they did drink and were quite used to having hard liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want water or soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had time to take more than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys learn to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a fast high.
By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their second round of drinks down their throats and wolfed the food, I finished my first drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to relax and to speak and behave more freely. I poured them a third round of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been ones birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boys, with the normal coffee coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil boys of the same age would have had thick moustaches and rough stubble and would have been shaving for a couple of years.
To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the topic of conversation around to sex and in particular male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite open about their experiences, with each other and with other boys. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a threesome. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured nipples inviting the application of tongue and lips. As I started to kiss and lick his chest and nipples he showed some signs of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.
Turning to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and mouth could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, tongue and mouth could be the source of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were good learners and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a cock in my mouth it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten seconds.
The other boy having seen what I had done to the other, and was now about to do to him, made it easier for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in front of me. He lasted just a little bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.
The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was Raja, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my nipples and chest, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my cock in his mouth and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few minutes previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved adept at the task.
To date their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some amount of frottage, the insertion of a rampant cock between the clamped thighs of another; I now introduced them to the full spectrum of sexual activities that could be undertaken. I showed them how kisses, licks and love bites could enhance an erection, how sucking could bring a flaccid cock back to its hard state and the different methods used, to almost come to climax and how to slow down and stop at that point so as to prolong the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to probe their asses showed them the amount of pleasure to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were “freshers” and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first before they felt the pleasure of penetration. We could not go all the way though I would have loved to fuck both of them.
It was towards the early hours of the morning when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to flag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our exertions, the slowly dying fire lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual gratification. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay’s head cradled on my shoulder, his hand on my chest and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and flaccid cock pressed against my hip. Raja, sleeping face down had his arm across my stomach, his sweet backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.
Finis.
Coninued in Part 2
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Title: 02 Put the beast back asleep ~girl POV
Tags: Diary, Male/Female
Introduction:
He doesn’t realize it was a school lover from long ago. The were apart so long but she wants him back and this is how she got a sleepover out of it
Content:
I put the beast back asleep.
(the girls point of view)
I woke up and saw him asleep cuddled up against him and my mind was reeling from how I got here.
I wonder if he remembers me from 6th grade. That's how we met. My mom was a soldier and was always on the move and for afew years we were in a Pennsylvania small town right on the Maryland line. Anyway, we hung out alot together until the 8th grade when my mom just had to get deployed overseas and I wasn't given a choice to stay. Both of us cried on our last day hanging out. He gave me a puzzle piece necklace that he had a fitting piece on a bracelet he kept. We kept in touch on and off but not long conversations. When I turned 20 I returned to the states since my mom was still stationed there and I was over it, I wanted my own life back. I went back to that small town in hopes I would find my long lost crush. On the plane ride, my finger lightly rubs the semi worn puzzle piece as I reminisced about the last summer day he kissed me...our first kiss and last. It was about 2 years since I last talked to him and a old girlfriend said he lives alone had a harsh few years since high school started, which I remember one of the conversations when we did chat, his dad died, jobs were not accepting him to what he wanted to do. Then a girlfriend he was with for two months was abusive, controlling, cheating and when he finally managed to break up with her, he had bad whiplash from her clique to where police had to get involved and arrests were made. They were lessened because of rich people but got decent jail time regardless.
I’m jolted back to reality being back on the plane as it lands. I sigh with content as I am now even closer to a new start of freedom and home. I got my stuff from the baggage claim, got a bus to the car rental, got the keys to a SUV and off I went. After about 2 hours I got to my friend Jaimie’s house and after our hi’s and hugs and catch up she gave me the low down of my crush. He still lives in the same area in a house renovated to apartments, hasn't been with anyone, secluded himself except for a few *** people. Jaime gave me a small notepad and said here is everything you need to know. It gave me an address, hobbies, what he did, and everything. We went out shopping with her to get some fall attractive clothing, lingerie and other items. I devised a plan to see him tomorrow as I tried on a fall dress that looked kinda similar to the last day of summer we spent together..
When we got home, I went upstairs in the guest room and laid everything out for the next day.I couldn't help myself imagining his kiss, but longer, the passion I had for him so long ago, put my hand underneath the jeans and could feel myself already wet. I gasped and moaned how pleasurable it was. I immediately stopped since I wanted way more than just my fingers and just fell asleep causing me to have wild dreams.
I woke up excitedly anxious. I took a shower went downstairs and ate breakfast with Jamie. Her younger sister Sarah was coming down rushing out the door saying hi and bye as she was late for class. Once she was gone, I hugged her for understanding and going beyond the assignment. I left and went to the address and watched his movement in a parking lot for the day. I guess he was off from work as I saw movement and took a bucket to the side of the house then went back into his apartment moments later. After a while I suddenly heard a siren like an air raid on base and next thing I know he is running out of the house, Jumped in a pick up truck and peeled wheels out of the rear lot. I got out of my car kinda spooked but saw an opportunity to look at his place. I peeked inside the apartment he came out of and saw a TV on with some military video games paused. I chuckled and went up the side and saw the laundry room open. In the distance I heard a fire truck siren getting louder though.
I walked up the path to the sidewalk and saw him on a fire engine and I stopped dead in tracks, shocked as it whizzed past me.Nothing in the paper Jaime gave said He was in a fire company. I hope he didnt recognize me. I got chilly goosebumps from the passing breeze of the truck and it was already a semi cool day peelrking my tits, but that rush perked the nips real quick,all because I forgot my coat at Jaime’s. That gave me an idea. I went back to the laundry room and found his apartment number washer and dryer which had still warm clothes of jeans, cargo pants and some various shirts.I was relieved to see no female clothes.I took a breath of them even though it was washed it smelled like him. The aroma made me tear up remembering the kiss. I grabbed one of the hoodies, put it on and shut it I. saw a lock box and after 4 times, I guessed the date he kissed me, just out of spite, it opened! My heart racing, I grab the key and let myself in.and It was a small but workable kitchen,smallish bathroom, and the living room was small with a couch and tv and bookcase, but,decent sized bedroom with a king bed. I looked in the closet, rummaged around briefly and found nothing. I went to the bed and layed down and unknowingly fell asleep.
I jolted awake when I heard keys opening the door. I get up in the now dark room,straighten the blanket and rush in the closet and shut the door. Just in time too he walked in, took his shirt off not knowingly giving me a show, went in a drawer, got some clothes, grabbed a towel and was in there for 15 minutes. He came out only shorts on and flopped on bed sighing. I saw him playing with something but couldn’t see what. After abit I dozed off. I woke up again, looked out the slotted door seeing moonlight through the window and he looked so peaceful. I tiptoed to the door, opened it, but stopped to look at him again. I can’t leave…. I whisper ”Steven”- no response. I walk quietly to his bed, heart pounding. I took off his hoodie, my shirt, pants, bra and panties, I don't know what came over me but damn it I just needed him. I get in bed with him and roll on top of his stomach to the other side of the bed. I realize he’s clothesless when I get under the covers and he rolls over against me but still asleep
This was not how I envisioned this to go down, but, I can’t hold back.
I roll over, now face to face and get my leg between his, after a bit seeing if he awoke, I pushed even further, rolled him on his back. I'm atop of him, my breaths are slow and deep as I feel his breath on my goose bumped skin of neck and shivers down my arms. I footsie him for a bit, I readjust moaning and groaning lightly to not wake him hopefully. I know his beast is hard and in charge like a monster looking to eat anything. I sit up, grab and rub it against my saturated clit because of course my things I left in the rental for the time now were useless. Didn’t take long for my natural lube to well lube him and I was ready. There was no turning back the millisecond I felt his cock touch the links and slowly went deep within, I inhaled with this pleasure but holding the exhale until all the way in I waited to see if he’s awake, he’s not- from what I can tell anyway. I lay on him in total love. I started riding him. I grasp my breast and the other on his side because I just couldn’t stop myself and wanted this to last forever. I check to see if he’s asleep with the arm test at some point but it drops like a rock. I’m impressed he’s not awake yet and kept going. I just rode him like I’ve seen in a few videos, out almost all the way but back in the last second. I was enjoying it and by his reaction he was too. As I’m riding him, I put my hair up in a ponytail as it was going all over the place.I go faster when done and in no time felt pressure building right at the edge. I stop and lay on him just so I can enjoy it longer. Next thing I know, I was rolled onto my back and he deep kissed me and we started thrusting, getting our pace. I momentarily opened my eyes and thought I saw his eyes open but it was dark and the moon was shining my lustful eyes away. I feel myself pulsating and start tending. The next thing I know he stops and pulls out!!! I was about to yell at him but started to kiss down my body, neck, chest, tits, stomach, below my belly button and was taken back when he spread my legs I felt his tongue lick my vagina. I opened them the rest of the way ,faster than a bullet from a smoking gun. I was tensing,gasping , and grasping the bed sheets. And this damn fool stops AGAIN , right when I’m right there! He kisses me up the path he went down. He gets back up to my eye level and puts his dick back in me, and we kiss again. I know he's awake and I don’t care…I need him now,,yesterday years ago and for years later. I taste our sex as the aroma fills the room it’s just more a turn on.
We get our rhythm going fast and both of us are now making eye contact, moaning and gasping.
I finally broke the silence saying something I’ve never said and was still shocked I said this. Fuck baby please cum in me… my hand slides down to my clit as he thrust up, in and deep.
“Baby …please cum…. Withhhhhh” . I thought my soul was gonna just leave my body.
I tensed so hard I thought I’d pass out, head tilted I screamed in pleasure. I thought this was so worth It getting tonight even if we don’t last In future; I’ll marry you tomorrow. Then he cummed in me. Boy did he cum in me. Whether or not it was the thought of getting married, having his kid, the pleasure and feeling, or that I I orgasmed,or yes but let loose again like actual squirt orgasmed let loose. The mess was all over us and the bed and I didn’t care. My womanhood was satisfied and filled and he was still atop of me thrusting lightly into my womb like he was ensuring I would get every drop possible out of him into me. He laid atop of me and rolled us out of the wet spot and we fell asleep. I woke up the same way we fell asleep. and it was 942. I slowly got up feeling his dick come out of me(took everybit not to go for round 2) , got my clothes on , took out the necklace from my pocket, put it on his nightstand and a picture of the other piece. If you remember me, meet me where we first had our first kiss When you wake up.. And shut the door quietly and go to my car and drive off with a long lost smile. |
Title: 03. Buckley's - RV calls me, I get and my butt broken in
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Black, Cum Swallowing, Gay
Introduction:
For a few months now, security staff had turned me from a bi-curious boy to a cock loving faggot
Content:
For a few months Harvey (or RV) would sneak out from his duties.
He would bump into me by the bar and off we’d go, to the bathroom and I got my face fucked.
I had no problems with it, most of the club knew what we up to by now.
By now I was douching every day and weekly using creams, on my body to become hairless.
I was also now using girl’s make-up, on my face.
It was of no surprise to anyone in the club, that I was sucking dick.
I never tried to hide that fact from anyone.
Not only was I sucking dick, I was sucking a nice big dick.
All of which belong to the security at “Buckley’s”, to which I also received special privileges from some of the guards and staff.
I now had the odd bouncer watching my back and all I had to do was, suck his dick.
Maybe six months ago, that may have been a problem but not now.
I was bored and walking about home, naked but for a girls T-shirt.
That’s what I do at home, walk around usually naked.
I was currently a bit high on weed and had a few beers, in my system.
The club was closed on Sundays thru Wednesday, so I had nothing planned.
So it was a surprise to me to receive a text from RV.
It was on a Tuesday about a month after our first encounter, at the club.
RV’s text: “Want cock?”
My text: “What u think.”
I was home alone and bored at 8:00pm at the time.
RV’s text: “Me and 2 others want ass, interested?”
Up until now he had only ever wanted a blow job, didn’t seem interested in my ass.
Even after I’d offered it to him, on a few occasions.
I was already douched and my skin was smooth, which has become my regular routine.
Mondays I remove all body hair with cream and I daily would douche, in preparation for Thursday night at the club.
It took me a few minutes to reply, as I was summing up the prospect of playing with three cocks.
My text: “Ok, meet me at the Main Rd Milk bar in 30 minutes.”
I had douched, so all I had to do was put on some black lipstick and eyeliner, ass-less pink leather shorts, mess top, socks and Doc Martin boots.
I gelled my spiky blonde hair up like a punk and I grabbed my flat keys.
As I left I put on a trench coat and left.
A Hyundai van approach me, as I walked near the corner shop.
The rear door slid open, I could hear crude voices.
“Get your faggot ass in,” one of the voices in the back said.
Two black fat guys sat in the back drinking.
It wasn’t until I saw that it was RV was driving, that I entered.
“Yo, you better be ready to suck cock,” One of said, as I stepped in the back.
“Yeah I’m gonna, fuck your face so hard your jaw gonna feel it all week,” The other one said.
I didn’t know if they were high or drunk at the time or just plain stupid, but they were off their dials but I was a bit too.
They wasted no time relieving me of my trench coat and grabbing my ass and arms.
The smell of bourbon was masked their cologne, as they kissed my neck and fondled my chest.
They had me on my knees and poured bourbon into my mouth.
Then they both took turns fucking my face.
There was no foreplay, just splash bourbon into my mouth and then cock.
If I wasn’t wasted before, I was now.
I was drunk but eager for cock, at the same time.
Their dicks weren’t as big as RV’s, but I still struggle to breathe from their rough face fucking.
Snot, saliva, cum, bourdon all oozed and ran down my face and chin.
All the while RV just kept driving.
He drove until he found a BBQ area near a public lake.
I hadn’t noticed that we had been, swapping cock and guzzling bourbon for 20-30 minutes.
In that time, I had wet myself with my own cum slowly trickling out of gaps in my ass-less shorts.
The shorts had no ass, but my cock was held inside with balls only showing.
The two in the back were really dissing me as I sucked and swallowed, more and more of their cocks and cum.
“Your momma know what big sissy you are?” was one.
“Swallow it, swallow it like a faggot,” was another.
“Yo, your sister wants some cock too,” That’s when RV put an end to it.
“Enough, already you jackasses,” He passed me the bourbon, and I took a swill.
My head by now was spinning, I was pretty much drunk or getting there.
Their insults were bouncing off my head and not sinking in.
RV pulled his cock out and I knew it was time to move to it, to suck it.
I only got it wet when he stopped me.
“Now brace the van, this baby is going in your ass,” I gave a smart smirk, as if to say finally.
“Oh really,” he said, as I took a deep breath.
I felt scared when I looked into RV’s eyes.
RV got a bottle of bourbon and tossed the cap away, and jammed it up my ass.
Bourbon splashed inside my ass, as he fucked my ass with the bottle.
It felt like it was burning me, his friends went quiet and looked a little scared at what H was up too.
After a minute of fast fucking with the bottle, RV slowly pulled the bottle out and pouring the contents inside my gaping hole.
It felt strange but now my hole felt warm and tingly.
The others poured bourbon on my back and into my hair, I closed my eyes to prevent it getting inside.
They then tossed the empty bottle.
“Spread ass open for me Gregar,” RV ordered, I grabbed each ass cheek and spread my legs open.
That’s when RV started forcing his cock inside me, once he started sliding inside I went and braced the walls of the van.
It was then my ass felt how big RV was, and it hurt like buggery.
Then the pounding began.
My lower back ached, my ass tunnel felt like it was broken or ripped open and my legs felt like jelly.
All until I had gotten used to it.
My back still ached, but everything else went numb.
All three of them took turns at pounding my ass.
By the end of the first guy to cum in my ass, I was already face down and on my knees.
I didn’t remember much after that, as the bourbon sent me on a drunken but horny trip.
What I do remembered was, I was getting my ass-fucked and for the majority of the time I was sucking dick.
Each time they finished filling my mouth with cum, I was given a mouthful of bourbon.
I was still drunk when I woke up in the back of the van.
The taste of bourbon in my mouth was too great, first thing in morning and I threw up.
What came out tasted horrible, and looked a miss mash of watery bourbon and cum.
After I had finish throwing up, I simply rolled over and went back to sleep for about an hour.
When I woke up again, I felt my ass this time.
My ass was sore and coated with cum.
When I felt inside my hole, I swear I could have put my hand inside.
In fact I almost did, and when I pulled it out it looked like it was coated with cum.
I gathered my clothes in a garbage bag and put on my trench coat and staggered to a taxi rank.
While stumbled and staggered, I clutched my trench coat.
Inside the cab, I could sense the cabbie could smell cum on me.
I just put my head down and said nothing.
All the while I clutched my coat trying to hide my nakedness underneath and my deviate self.
After that night, I suddenly went off drinking beer.
Now it was a Bourbon and bourbon straight up, was wanted when I needed an alcoholic fix.
Also, I found that from that night I seemed to able to do what wanted at “Buckley’s.”
R-V (is what I started calling H or Harvey) and his crew had since fucked me several times, over the next few months.
I was fucked so hard that on some days, I couldn’t walk without staggering stupidly.
Literally I had become their little “Butt-Bitch.”
It became like routine that on Mondays that, R-V would drive by my flat and pick me up.
He would then take me home to his apartment, fuck the shit out of me all night.
Then fuck me some more, over the next afternoon.
I then had to spend time cleaning myself out, and then get ready for his boys on that night.
On Tuesday evenings, I would have to doll myself up like a girl.
R-V made it clear to me that for T-Bone and Chucker, I had to dress up as a girl.
All because to them, they didn’t think it was faggy to fuck me dressed up as a girl.
I would wear an oversized sloppy T-shirt with a hip belt, a fish-netted shirt and stockings, just for his crew (T-bone and Chucker) to fuck me the next night.
Boxers to be removed before the meet.
All for their pleasure I had to put on lipstick with make-up, douching my ass and most importantly, I had to remove body hair.
Over time I would pack, skirts and other girly clothes and equipment.
So on Tuesday nights I would doll myself up like a chick, so they could fuck me like one.
T-Bone, Chucker and R-V, would all fuck me silly every Monday and Tuesday plus parts of Wednesday.
I’d also cum from just pure anal, just from a dick pumping into my ass.
After the Wednesday’s sessions I would be so opened up and loose, that once they’d even tried fucking me with a baseball ball.
By early Thursday morning when I was eventually driven home, the stink of cum was everywhere on me.
Due to them, I missed a few Thursday “Tranny and Karaoke nights” at “Buckley’s”.
I was just too sore and needed to recover, my butt was sore and my lower back ached and stiffened.
In time my body got use to their demands, then it was business as usual at “Buckley’s”.
A blowjob for R-V in the restrooms, roughly around 1:00AM, or when the timing was right.
For six months, this routine went along without a hiccup.
By now a few things started to occur to me, over the past half year or so.
My usual male stroll had changed, it was more of slow swagger now.
I think that after being fucked hard for six months by three big black men, it had slowly changed me.
I didn’t or hadn’t noticed, until someone pointed it out to me.
He wasn’t part of the gay circuit but an old school friend, I occasionally bump into while shopping.
He also picked up that my voice sounded slightly huskier, I put it down to the fact I might be catching something.
In reality I didn’t know about the voice but the walk might be came down to, what most submissive gays/bisexuals progressing too or I am dribbling shit.
It didn’t bother me but now I know I walked with a slight swaying action, akin to how chicks walk on catwalks.
Everyone knew within the club and the club’s culture by now, that I was R-V’s little faggot bitch.
Life was good to me, too good…
More soon>>> |
Title: 03 put the beast asleep
Tags: Diary, Male/Female
Introduction:
When I woke up I thought it was a dream. Nope definitely not the bed was saturated
Content:
I put the beast asleep
I woke up and smiled and grinned, opening my eyes to see the mysterious guest from last night, but when I looked around and didn't see the girl. Was I dreaming?
I lift the blanket and the smell of sex and seeing the dry white on the sheet. Nope definitely was a girl here.
Maybe she's in another room, I get up groggily, no one in my kitchen/dining room, bathroom door open and no one was around. I splashed water on my face in the bathroom, went back in my room, turned the light on and I saw a paper with some metal on it. I look at it and rub my eyes and do a double take. “There is no damn way”. I pick it up and read the note and I know my heart is beating fast out of excitement and disbelief. I go in my nightstand drawer, pull out the puzzle piece necklace and connect the two. They both were worn down some but they both fit like a charm after I skipped to the last part of the note saying where we first kissed.
I put my dark blue jeans on, tshirt my army hoodie, socks and shoes, and run out the door, with keys and necklace in hand and tear out the gravel parking lot and down the road. There is no way she came from Europe and just decided to bang me one day.
I pulled into the parking lot with a quick halt, shut the truck off, and went to the bleachers and saw a girl figure in a hoodie. Back to me. I drop my jaw there is no way. I climbed up the steps and sat down next to her realizing it's my hoodie but I did not care. She looks up in a blushing grin.
I blush and smile back.
After a moment, I grabbed her and wrapped her around my arms and just started crying. I whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek
“I missed you.”
She pulled me in. I missed you so much you have no idea.”
I pull away and pull the necklace out of my pocket, put it around her neck I put mine on, and connect the two. Our hands lace around each other's fingers and we kiss deeply.
When we break, how long have you been planning this? It's been at least 10 years!
“Oh well, maybe a year... I had a friend, Jaime specifically, gave me the down low on you. She did good, but not good enough, since she didn't mention you were a firefighter.
I gave a confused look ,Jaime? Is that why she didn't want to date me last year?
“Yeah... she told me after I asked her to be my private investigator.” She felt bad but one she knew you two just wouldn't make the cut well and two, well obviously me.”
I nod my head, yeah I suppose, I like the second reason better though.... So anyway about last night...“Was that how you planned to get me?”
actually , no I was going to stake you out a day and then just knock on the door. And say hey missing puzzle piece, but I forgot my coat, it was cold and got your warm hoodie, found your key with the date we kissed, and i fell asleep on your bed. But hid in the closet when you came home. I don't know what came over me. I just needed you, I hoped you remembered where we kissed when I left my puzzle piece.”
I smile and blush, “well you know what this was the best night I had ever had in years but we didn't have protection or anything.”
“Yeah I know.... I can get plan B if you want.”
“Mmm, how about we just let whatever happens happen and I marry you next week? Don't think about it just say yes.
Yes...Wait what? You sneaker... You... You're lucky I love you... Her voice trailed off and her eyes got wide eyed and her pupils constricted to the width of a needle and a deep red blush realizing what she said.
I lean in, pull her hand down and kiss her lips. I know you have since our first kiss.”
I must've set something off for her because after I said that, she pulled me into her and just kissed me deeply like the first kiss we had. I kiss back and I pull her onto me and we lay down on the bench. My hand goes between her legs up her dress skirt and she opens it enough and I find her panties damp already. We break from our kiss, I whisper “ wanna go somewhere allil warmer?
“I'm warm enough here, I just need you” She pushes me down against the bleacher, grinds against me and kisses my neck . I arch my neck and she lightly bites it. I grab her waist and pull her into me and my other hand is running around her panties. I moved the cloth off to the side and she moaned like last night. I rolled her over and pulled the panties off and lifted the skirt. Her ass was probably cold on the metal bleacher but she didn't care as I was lapping her clit.i just continued. She gripped my short hair, pulling my head deeper between her legs. She started tensing,gasping, then started shaking, and suddenly she gasped and moaned loudly, squeezing my head with her legs as her orgasm subsided. I licked the cum as she recouped until it was mostly gone. I came back up and kissed her. She looked at me,
“Me tasting myself on your lips is like such a turn on”.
I help her sit up ,then get up to her feet . I look around and still see no one. I grab her panties and put them in my back pocket. And we go to our vehicles. I ask her,Sooo you hungry? Cause
I am.
““Oh I am... I waited for hours for you to wake up and find me... is that diner by that police station still open? I loved their breakfast platter.”
“It is, meet you there or want to drop your car off my place and we go?
“Mmmm , We can take your truck when we drop it off, but lead the way. We do just that and we arrive, she parks it, then gets in my truck, kisses my cheek and we head to the diner. We talk about the betweens of what happened with family, life, school and our new and lost interests, the obvious. I pull into the parking lot and park right next to the door. We get out and I hold her hand as I open the door for us and we go in. We immediately got seated in a booth and we grabbed and looked over the menu. My hand rubs her leg lighty and the waitress comes to our table and slams the coffee pot down on the table, breaking the pot, getting hot coffee all over us, table and . What in the fuck are you doing in here you life ruiner piece of shit!? Both of us jumped scared, and moved out from the bench as coffee was running down the table onto us and wiped the coffee off us. We look up and see Charla. My ex… |
Title: 03] Warm and Snug in the Hills
Tags: True Story, Boy, Consensual Sex, Gay, Mature, Threesome
Introduction:
Day 2 . what we did the 2nd day.
Content:
Readers who are offended by mature/young gay sex are advised not to read this.
Warm and Snug in the Hills.
The Saga of Ajay and Raja continues.
Part 2.
I woke up in the morning to find Ajay cradled in my arms, sleeping spoon fashion, my stiffening cock was pressing into the crack of his ass and his cock, also showing some signs of standing again was gripped in my fist. Raja was pressed against my back, with his arm draped over me and resting on Ajay’s chest. I extricated myself from between them without their waking up and went to make some coffee. After I completed my ablutions and had made a full pot of coffee, I went to wake them up, only to find them both still in a deep sleep but now snuggled up together face to face. I let them sleep for a while longer and around 9 am eventually roused them with a few gentle kisses and some petting of cock and ass. Both had definite erections when they finally became conscious and aware their surroundings. I expected some show of shyness from them as would have been usual with any boy or boys of their background. But neither of them showed any signs of self consciousness at being buck naked and having an almost stranger wake them up by playing with their pricks and backsides.
They were ready and eager to continue the games of the previous night and tried to pull me down with them on the rumpled nest of blankets that had served as our bed. Not permitting my own desire to take hold, I firmly told them to get up as they had certain duties to perform. Neither showed any desire to cover their nakedness and happily downed the cups of coffee I had brought with me. I asked them to immediately phone their respective parents and inform them that they were both safe and sound. Of course, though they did so somewhat reluctantly and there was quite a few minutes spent on explanations for their actions with a lot of recrimination from the parent’s side, it was eventually agreed that they could remain in the town and catch the 4 pm bus back down the hill to their homes. Their jubilation at being able to spend a few more hours with me was so great they started to dance around me, cocks sticking straight out from their bodies and balls flapping up and down with their gyrations.
I ushered them into the bathroom and told them to bathe and wash off the crusts and stains the previous nights revels had left on their slim sleek bodies. Although I longed to join them under the shower I was content to just watch them. With much giggles and laughter and copious use of shampoo and soap, lots of hugging and rubbing of cocks on ass and between thighs they eventually emerged shining fresh and clean. They pointedly refused to get dressed, saying they both preferred to remain naked and wanted to start playing with me again despite being hungry. I forestalled them and told them that anticipation would make for better performance later. I cooked a large breakfast which was bolted down with remarkable speed. With a second cup of coffee finished and the dirty dishes of last night and this morning’s breakfast cleaned away, we tidied up the sitting room replacing the blankets in the bedrooms and the rugs where they belonged.
Doing their fair share of all the chores but still dressed only in their birthday suits, the boys made a game of the whole business. Often coming up behind me and giving me a bear hug, stroking my cock through the fabric of my trousers or planting themselves in my way and refusing to move unless I “paid” with a kiss, either to lips, nipples or semi erect cock head, or pretending to grab and force the other to bend, one would make a mock attempt to fuck the prominently backward thrust ass. I noticed that it was more often, that Ajay bent Raja over and pretend to fuck him than the other way around. Yet eventually it turned out that Ajay was easier to fuck and preferred to play the bottom role. He liked to get fucked rather than to fuck, while Raja would more often than not play the dominant role and seek to fuck Ajay. Raja’s own ass remained a little tight right up to the last time I had the chance to play these games with him. Raja always was the better kisser and sucker and liked nothing better than to have my cock fill his mouth with creamy cum. But I am getting ahead of myself. These details come later in this story.
After the house was tidied all three of us were more than ready to start playing in earnest, we moved to the main bedroom, which had a bed, big enough to hold us with ease and give us room for any position we were inclined to try. The boys did not allow me to remain dressed for long and swiftly removed my trousers, allowing my pent up cock to expand to its full length, which it was extremely willing to do, after my having to bear the sight of two naked, nubile, sexy bodies with cocks and asses being flashed at me all morning. I had been in the state of semi erection from the time I had got them out of bed. Watching them bathe and having them so often stroke my cock or kiss my nipples had been an added torture. I was now more than ready to begin and so were they.
When two boys of a similar age are seen fully clothed it is not easy to spot too many differences between them, but seen naked the differences become more apparent. Ajay had bigger more pendulous balls but his cock was thinner and slightly longer than Rajas. It was also better looking. Raja had a stockier, thicker cock that had a slight bend and smaller round balls tucked tight underneath. His cock was also slightly lighter in colour than Ajay’s but lacked the rosy head that graced Ajay’s shaft. Raja had a slighter body than Ajay, with better defined pectorals and darker nipples that got very hard when kissed or sucked. Ajay was less muscled and darker toned of skin but his cock, and its rosy pink head that peeped out of the foreskin, with inviting allure, was the more handsome.
Both boys were ready learners and soon began experimenting with deeper French kissing and a lot of other oral sexual activities, rimming, sucking, licking balls and legs, the list of what they learned and did both to me and to each other is long and very comprehensive. We spent much of the morning and right up to lunch time playing these oral games.
Both boys showed no reluctance to use mouth, lips, and tongue on any part of the body. They as readily would rim as get rimmed. Would suck and give their own cocks to be sucked.
We did it, round robin, with Raja sucking me and me sucking Ajay while Ajay had Raja in his mouth. Then would change around till we lost all count of who had sucked who and had been sucked by whom. Raja seemed fond of playing in cum. He would ejaculate over my cock and balls and use his cum as a lubricant to bring me to climax and get me to spurt over Ajay. He would get Ajay to shoot his cum as well and then proceed to paint his face and body with it.
They were ready to do all and try all. I discovered that I could drive Ajay crazy simply by flipping him on his back, and pushing his legs towards his shoulders so his ass was spread wide before me. I then only had to lick or run my tongue down the exposed strip of skin from the base of his balls to his ass hole. Doing this two or three times was a sure and certain way to bring him to the verge of ejaculating. Even just lightly blowing on this area was enough to make his cock stand at full attention. Raja also learned very fast that his tongue, if used on the underside of my exposed glans would induce a harder stand to my cock was no sluggard in using this method to revive what I often thought was the last possible erecton I could produce for that time.
After lunch and as the afternoon approached both began to pester me to enter them from the back. Their asses were so tight that even my finger had been causing them some slight pain though I had lubricated their holes well. Despite this they badly wanted me to fuck them. It was only late in the day when I was able to do it to Ajay first and not till our second meeting that Raja was able to accommodate my length and thickness. After lunch we were tired out with all our excesses and longed to sleep again as we had the previous night, but the time for them to leave was fast approaching. We were lying in almost the same position that we had woken up in, Ajay cradled in my arms and Raja pressed up to my back, his left arm over my hips gripping my not quite asleep cock. Raja’s almost unconscious movements induced a nice erection on me and Ajay’s body was invitingly relaxed. I slid a bit forward and allowed my cock to spread his ass cheeks apart and find the entrance to the tunnel of pleasure that lay before it. Though Ajay was also half asleep he seemed to realise what was going on and pressed his body backward, while still maintaining the curve of his hips. He was so relaxed and combatable with my presence that my cock slid smoothly and easily into his back passage and buried itself full length in the waiting hole. With very slow rocking movements I began to fuck Ajay. The passage of time was hardly noticed as the languid movements brought us to the verge of sleep. The shrilling of the alarm brought us all back to the present and then with a few quick and fast strokes I had climaxed in his ass while a few movements of my hand on his cock also brought him to emission. Raja also needed only a few quick strokes to his cock to explode all over my back.
Then it was indeed time to have another bath and get ready for the bus.
I took them to the bus stand and put them on the 4 pm bus they had promised their parents to catch. They were loath to leave and promised to return as soon as they were able. It was a full month till I saw them again.
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Title: 04. Buckley’s - Confusion
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Black, Gay
Introduction:
Harvey was my bouncer at "Buckley's"
Content:
Life was good to me, too good…
I was regularly looked after by R-V and his crew, no one messed with me.
A week later and everything changed.
Suddenly, there was no R-V or T-Bone and Chucker.
I received no calls, he wasn’t at work and no one was telling.
In the space of a week, something had happened to my boys.
I started freaking out, I sent texts and calls but no news.
Then after three weeks, I know somethings was up.
Elijah seemed to be head of security.
He worked in a fag bar but hated fags, so you could tell why I was freaking out.
It all was quiet at the club on his whereabouts, but I knew something was up.
The other bouncers that weren’t friendly with R-V, had this cocky look about them.
I sensed they knew something.
Over the coming weeks, I rarely got any action apart from a random gobby in the bathroom.
The other security guys didn’t try anything with me yet, but prevented me from having too much my own way.
After a month I wanted to ask one of the bouncers, but lately they looked down on me with a smug disdain.
I slowly swaggered inside the venue, on the forth Thursday after R-V vanished as per usual.
There was a different atmosphere about the place, yes there was no R-V or T-Bone and Chucker but the bouncers seemed have changed their attitude too.
The turning of the blind eye and leniency, was replaced with a more strict view.
Any sign of openly deviant activity, was stamped out.
The security would give a few warnings, before ejecting patrons.
On this night I sat along the bar, bored.
You see after a month of the new attitude of the security, some patrons took offence and stayed away.
I was one who was thinking, that this place is slowly turning into a dive.
After a few shots of bourbon I decided to join the handful of people on the dancefloor.
I was strutting my ass around, in a hippy trance.
A few strangers joined me briefly, before they left.
I reckon “Buckley’s” was lucky to be have full, it was a real lame night to be here.
Probably new management was on the cards sooner or later, or this place would be up for sale.
There was plenty of cock around, but with the security were clamping down.
No one wanted to try anything deviant inside, they took that to the alleys out back.
The only activity I received was a random guy offering his cock to me at around 1:00AM, about the time R-V usually did in the restrooms.
Then by 3:00AM I decided to pull the pin and go home.
There was only about 10 people left, plus the music had lowered its volume.
I finished off my last shot and stumbled slightly off my stool.
That’s when a guy out of nowhere caught my fall.
I looked around to see who it was, it was Elijah.
Elijah was one of the bouncers, from the front door.
He was dwarfing me like most bouncers did.
The music had stopped and it looked like the venue was closing anyway.
Buckley’s usually stayed open until 4:30-5:00AM, but 3:15AM seemed early tonight.
I hadn’t noticed, but Elijah was behind me.
He put his hands on my shoulders and marched me to the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He smiled and slapped my butt.
Elijah held that hand on my butt and started rubbing it.
He released his other hand from my shoulder, but still caressed my butt inside my shorts.
“I said what are you doing?” I said, again.
When I turned around, the hand on my butt flung free from my butt.
It was what his other was doing, that made me stop.
He was rubbing his cock in his trousers.
I pulled a funny face at him, a little confused.
He saw, and stopped.
Confused, Elijah hated fags but still worked in a fag bar.
It was only a pay check to him, but he did his job well.
This was out of character for him.
“Shut up and move,” he ordered.
I stood stunned.
“It’s time to go and find dick somewhere else,” he whispered.
That’s when I asked the Million dollar question.
“What’s happened to R-V and where is he?” I bluntly asked.
He just smirked.
I was in front of him and he was right behind me, as he marched me towards the front door.
When it seemed we were we out of sight of prying eyes, he started rubbing my shoulders.
It felt weird for him to do that.
Even weirder when he the slid an arm over my shoulder and begun to caress my fishnet mesh covered chest.
I noticed two bouncer staring with grins on their faces, Elijah hadn’t.
We had just walked outside, when he had weaselled his hand inside the elastic of my vinyl shorts and found my cock.
He was kissing my neck like a vampire, and I was loving it.
I let my guard down and let him continue.
Here I was dressed like neither a boy nor girl.
With female’s make-up with two strange bouncer, and evicted from a venue by one hated fags.
I felt confused.
What’s the catch? I thought to myself, in a semi dreamy state.
Until I snapped out of it and realised where we were, and receiving nasty glares from people leaving the other venues in club circuit area.
I heard a few nasty words, which I tried to shut out.
Feeling mildly embarrassed and yes, I felt both ashamed and deviant.
I did my best to shut them out.
Here I was at around 3:30AM behind a closed alleyway of a nearby gay club, being groped and mauled by two big black guys in suits.
I was still in my tight pink vinyl shorts, meshed shirt, and burgundy Doc Martin boots and not in control.
Plus I didn’t know if these black guys were like Elijah, who hated fags.
I decided to go with the flow, and be prepared if these guys decided to beat the shit out of flimsy little me.
I stopped caring once one of them, had a hand down my pants and around my cock.
My cock was freed and he slowly stroked it, while biting my neck.
At first I saw the odd person staring at us in disgust but with my cock being stroked, I just closed my eyes and blocked them out.
My shorts had slipped down to my ankles and my cock hard.
I was battling inner thoughts of being watched and of the law arresting us, and not caring.
Finally I was beyond caring, as I began to push my bare butt into one of the guy’s crotch.
I was literally dry humping into him, while in the brace of passion.
After several minutes of my cock being stroked and my neck being bitten, I was theirs.
“Horny are we?” one of them, whispered.
“Yep,” I said, softly.
The police never turned up or were called.
“For a dude you sure look cute,” I heard one of them say.
They seemed to be know luring or leading me out of the alley but away from the street.
I was having my chest rubbed and cock teased, while my neck was being mauled.
My nipples were tingly and hard now.
They kept doing this to me, until we reach a park.
We were behind a giant memorial and away from prying eyes, in pre-dawn darkness.
The biggest guy, must have been 2 metres tall and 300lbs, and had a wrestler’s physique.
Plus he was black with a deep voice.
A type of guy that when order to do something by, you did it.
“On your knees and sniff some of this,” He ordered and I dropped to my knees, sniffing a small jar.
My head spun after sniffing, the jungle juice.
I waited until they both undid their buckles and unzipped their zippers, to shake off the initial effects.
Then I pounced.
I basically tugged their pants down and began to devour their cocks.
There cocks flopped around before me and I just couldn’t contain myself, and reached out and grabbed both.
I took a deep breath as if I am about to jump in the ocean, and started stroking and licking his cock.
One by one they went in my mouth, like a hungry peasant starved of food.
They were more flaccid than hard, but they weren’t flaccid for long.
“You like cock, don’t you,” I heard one of them say.
I just nodded and kept on sucking.
“That’s it suck, suck me dry,” the guy in my mouth said.
By now he had taken over the position in front of me.
He had his legs slightly spread but planted firmly on the ground.
It was then he grabbed me by my spikey hair and forced my mouth down his cock.
His mate had now backed over.
It wasn’t long before his cock was slapping my chin with his balls.
“That’s it fag boy, suck my dick,” He ordered, with a firm grip on my hair.
Once his cock was deep enough in my mouth, he started to thrust in and out with his hips.
It was rock hard and he was making me, gag on it.
My eyes watered from it, and my mouth was dribbling from feeding on cock.
Being outside and naked but for my mesh top and boots, made it feel cold, humility and also turned on all at once.
Adding to the fact I had goose pimples from the cold air, sucking dick in a public park made it feel so surreal.
Also the two guys I was with, were relative strangers and who just wanted to use their cock on me.
By now my own cock was awake and had started leaking pre-cum from the tip of my cock.
The guy jamming his cock down my throat had done so by forcibly moving my head down it.
By the time he began to twitch and shudder in my mouth, my cock was dribbly pre-cum profusely.
When he did twitch and shudder, he let out a groan and grabbed a firm grip of my hair.
He slowed and seized face-fucking me and forced my head down his big cock.
I had the full length in my mouth.
He did it so fiercely that, when he shot in so quickly I had no time to react.
Cum came out thru the sides of my mouth and up into my nasal cavity.
I tried swallowing what I could of his cum, as he held my head into his groin.
He literally was choking me with cock, until he gently released his hold on my head.
With his cock slowly shrinking, he still slid it slowly in my mouth.
Until he finally, pulled it out of my mouth.
I let out a loud cough just to breathe, cum and spit flew out of my mouth.
While I caught my breath, cum and spit just dripped out from my mouth.
When I looked up thru watery eyes, I saw a cock coated with cum and spit.
“You liked that didn’t you boy,” he said, and slapped my face with his fat sloppy cock.
He stood there shaking his cock, with a smirk on his face.
I slowly licked his cock as I knelt before him.
As I sucked, cum and spit had dripped down my chin and down his balls.
His cock was all but flaccid now, in my mouth.
I was still on my knees with cock in my mouth when, his mate motioned that he wanted a go.
So he pulled his cock out from my mouth.
Even though it was only briefly, but it felt good to stretch my jaw.
He wiped his slimy cock on my forehead, while his mate waited for him to move.
I then took a vapour break and sucked on an E-cigarette.
There was cum and other shit smeared over my face, which was oozing down my chin.
I leaning against a monument, as I sucked on a vaporette and crossed my arms.
Two to three puffs later and his mate wanted in.
When break time was over, the other dude grabbed me by an arm and threw me to the ground.
I touched my face while raising myself up to my knees, while he positioned himself.
The frenzy at which he slammed his cock, deep down my throat made me gag dramatically.
He was slamming his cock into me so forcefully, that I didn’t even know he had begun to cum.
I had him fucking my face so hard that I was starting to black out.
When he continued after cumming, I was already unconscious.
The first guy had to step in and forcefully grabbed his friend arm and pulled him off.
He could see I was passing out.
Cum was dripping out my mouth and over my face, as I breathed heavily once I come too.
I was on my hands and knees, pushing myself up with them standing over me.
They then both pissed on me.
“Take that R-V’s little bitch, were marking you as ours now,” One of the said.
I was still kneeling with cum and piss over my face, hair and chest.
“What do’ya think, is it fuckable?” one asked the other.
“FUCK, YEAH!” the other answered.
By know I learnt one of their names, Zed.
Zed was the rough one.
Then I felt hands repositioning me and over my firm ass.
Someone was stretching my ass cheeks apart and inspecting my rear end.
Then I felt a finger fingering my love hole.
“Well, you wants some after I’m, done,” The nice one said, while fingering my asshole.
I looked up at Zed, he looked interested too.
My ass got slapped, so hard I squealed out and feel heavily to the ground.
I rolled over on to my back and looked up at them.
“Would you look at that, the fag has a hard cock,” Zed said.
“She must want dick so much, that she got a hardon,” the nice one said, and they all laughed.
Then the nice one, leaned down and started jerking my cock.
“I am gonna milk you girl,” he said.
He was being real rough, jerking me off.
I just lay there taking it, I knew who would win if I tried to struggle.
Here I was wriggling a bit and moaning, just before my cock squirted out cum.
I found out then that nice one was named, Flabs.
Flabs caught most of the cum, in the palm of hand his and smeared it on his cock.
“You gonna now feel this up your ass boy,” He snarled.
Zed then lifted my legs over my head, causing my head and shoulders to rest on the ground.
Flabs stuck a few fingers in my ass and stretching my hole wider, before spitting inside it.
“You look so cute, I’m am gonna fuck you so hard,” He preached, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.
Fear, excitement or anticipation.
My back was arched and his cock was entering my asshole, I felt his mushroom head forcing its way in.
He kept on pushing until, it popped and slid all the way in.
My eyes watered and my head convulsed briefly, as it bottomed inside me.
He just held it there and received a high-5s from Zed.
My legs were now held above Flabs neck and crossed over, as if gripping his neck.
“Ok fag boy, you better be ready,” Flabs announced.
I felt him slowly grinding in and out of my ass tunnel.
His pubes were rough on my shaved skin.
When the pounding started, I forgot about his pubes.
At first it was slow and easy before becoming rough and ready, in and out of my widening asshole.
His balls made slapping sounds with each deep thrust on the small of my back.
His thrusts were so deep that his big cock felt like it was longer than it was, as it almost left my ass before slamming back inside.
He was struggling to hold my hips, because we both were sweating heavily and dew had set in the park.
I looked up and saw Zed’s cock dangling two feet from my head.
He dropped to his knees, after realising my eyes were on his cock.
When he did, he kept trying to make me suck his balls.
I was moaning so much from getting my ass fucked, that it kept popping out of my mouth.
He seemed to get annoyed and slap my face with his ball sacks.
Flabs was fucking me that sweat just dripped from him.
I was hearing his body slapping against my up turned ass, when suddenly he rammed deep.
His body now twitched, while his legs stumbled briefly.
He let out a loud groan and I felt his cock throb deep inside my ass.
Not stopping but slowing, he keep fucking me and his cock deep into my ass.
It wasn’t until he lost a grip of my hips that he stopped.
I was about to hit the pavement with a thud, when he caught my ankles.
He then fell on top of me.
I grimaced in pain.
He was breathing deeply, as I caressed his hairy lower back.
Until he rolled off me and gave me a look of approval.
Zed then position me on my hands and knees, your traditional doggie style.
While waiting, I felt a warm liquid running down the insides of my thighs.
Flabs’ cum was spilling out of my gaping ass.
With his hands on my shoulders, Zed began.
His cock slid right up my ass, without any trouble.
He then put his hands on my hips and begun, sliding his cock inside my ass.
It wasn’t long before he was giving me a pounding, his balls slapped my balls.
It was around this time, that my own cock let go and spewed my spunk out.
I kept quiet about it, hoping they didn’t know or notice.
He kept pounding my ass with his cock.
When I felt his cock twitch inside, he pulled out and sprayed cum on my lower back.
He kept jerking it until all the main stuff was out.
Flabs had another go, then Zed once more.
When Zed next fucked me, he did so nice and easy.
I felt cum escaping my ass, while he was fucking me.
When he did cum this time, he came deep inside me.
I couldn’t feel his cock throb or any one’s cock throb anymore inside me, but I felt more cum squeezing inside.
We took another break, this time I felt it hard to stand.
So I sat on my butt.
Flabs and Zed each had one more go at fucking me.
Afterwards they, all gathered around me.
As I took turns sucking their dicks and cleaning their balls for them.
When I tried to get up, my legs were numb and I fell and flipped over a plant.
I rolled over on to my back, on the grass and waited a while.
It took me several minutes before I attempted to stand and walk again, but gingerly.
In the meantime the secret was out.
They noticed that cummy mess from my cock, also cum also oozed from my ass and made my inner thighs greasy.
It wasn’t my ass they were looking at, but my own cock.
“Looksee, look at that the bitch cum too,” Zed pointed out, they all laughed.
I felt so ashamed at first and wouldn’t look them in the eyes.
A dirty shirt was tossed at my head, which I used to clean myself up with.
Once I got my sea legs back and was on my feet, Zed and Flabs gave me a nod.
It was a nod of approval or you’re ours or something else completely.
It was just after seven on a Friday morning, when they added insult to injury.
They seemed to have left and made me scramble for my clothes and dress behind an old statue, as people were started to head to work.
When I dressed, Flabs returned with a car and drove me home.
I thanked him, he smiled and sped off.
I didn’t go back to “Buckley’s” for two weeks after that night.
When I did, Elijah ignored me (as usual) and R-V was still missing plus (my new pals) Flabs and Zed weren’t there.
With no Flabs and Zed and no sign of R-V, I decided to take my hunt for cock elsewhere.
I went from club to club and found the scene a bit dead.
So I started the searching, the adult book store scene.
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Title: 04] The Second Shot
Tags: True Story, Boy, Gay, Mature
Introduction:
Part 3.The Saga of Ajay and Raja Continues
Content:
Though this is a story complete in itself, readers would appreciate it more after reading the 2 preceding parts. Those offended by mature/young gay sex are advised not to read this.
The Second Shot
The Saga of Ajay and Raja Continues
Part 3
It was about a month before I heard from the two boys again. After their episode of bunking school, coming up the hill, trying magic mushrooms, getting high, getting lost, and not being able to return home till the next day, they were grounded by their parents and not allowed any freedom. And I am sure that if their parents had known about the full range of their escapades, the punishment would have been much more severe. They had wanted to contact me and for them it was a frustrating month, having had a taste of the pleasures produced by indulging in gay sex, they were eager to experiment further. Just one night and one day of carnal pleasure had opened up vistas beyond their imagination. We had spent much of the night we met and the almost all of the next day playing with each other’s bodies, exploring the limits to which we could go, and feeding each other’s desires for gratification.
It seems their model behaviour after they returned softened their parent’s anger and at the end of the month when they begged to be allowed to spend 2 days up in the hills they were given permission without too much fuss. The joy with which they phoned me to announce their arrival knew no bounds, as did my pleasure at the imminent prospect of two full days and nights of unlimited and unbridled sex that was in the offing. I was at the bus stand when their bus arrived and the first two people off the bus were Ajay and Raja. They looked the same yet different. There was an air of confidence and maturity in their manner, but plenty of their youthful excitement shone from their faces as they flung themselves at me with bear hugs and embraces. It was like meeting long lost friends or loved relations after an absence of many years and not just a month’s gap.
Their external physical appearance had changed little; they were still without the usual thick moustache and rough stubble of the average Tamil boy. Once unclothed I saw that their chests, though still hairless and smooth had developed more muscles as had their arms and legs. Below their underwear I found bigger changes. The thin and scanty pubic hair they had had at our first meeting was now thicker and more luxuriant and their cocks were bigger and harder. They informed me that they had not told any of their friends or previous partners in sexual experiments, about our meeting and escapades in bed together, nor had they indulged in any sexual encounters of the type they had previously experienced. They had not been celibate and had enjoyed a few sessions with each other mainly with the idea of stretching their ass holes, increasing the time it took to ejaculate, remaining erect and hard longer and prolonging the pleasures obtainable, also to be able to sample the joys of getting fucked by me.
As recounted earlier I had been able to fuck Ajay the day after we met, but had not been able to penetrate Raja’s ass. Raja had used the intervening month to try to stretch himself as much as he could. I had told him how to use a carrot or brinjal to get accustomed to being penetrated and how to start with thinner and smaller ones and to move upwards in size. Ajay had been assiduous in assisting Raja and with much giggling and laughter they now recounted to me all the various items they had used and the numerous positions they had assumed. They used to take turns to be the “bottom” in these games and both were now confident I could penetrate them quite happily.
Ajay proudly told me that he could now take the hardest pounding that Raja could deliver without any discomfort though in turn Raja was still not so accommodating and was still a little “tight”. Raja had perfected his kissing and sucking techniques and Ajay admitted that Raja was as good as I was in that department.
On reaching home we were all stripped in a few seconds, their haste was evident and their eagerness to show me what they could do and have done to them brought us all to climax in a very short time. Once we had recovered from the first bout and our cocks were beginning to show signs of life again, Raja knelt on the bed, lowered his head to the mattress and elevated his pert backside, the cheeks spread wide so that the pucker of his ass hole could be clearly seen, and invited me to try penetrating him now. Ajay was lavish with the lubricating cream and using his finger inserted a nice dollop in Raja’s ass. Seeing the inviting hole spread before me, glistening wet brought me to full erection with immediate effect. But as I tried entering the waiting ass I could feel Raja tense up and get a bit rigid and found that I still could not enter him. Making him lie face down on the bed, and placing a pillow under his thighs I elevated his ass slightly and using my finger began a slow in and out rhythm. After a few minutes of my “finger fuck” Raja began to relax and loose the tenseness from his body. I applied more lubricant deep into the expectant hole.
Then I asked Ajay who had been keenly watching, to fuck Raja first. Ajay’s cock was at right angles to his body, the pink glans almost fully visible with the strength of his erection. Wiping the remains of the lubricating cream from my fingers on to his cock I found it was almost as hard a piece of wood. With Raja’s ass lifted by the pillow, Ajay knelt between the spread eagled legs and slowly, pressed the glistening tip of his cock to the puckered spot my finger had vacated so recently. I could feel the slight trembling of Raja’s body as Ajay entered his ass and penetrated deeper and deeper. In no time at all Ajay was fully sheathed deep in Raja’s body. As directed by me Ajay started to withdraw and then at my signal plunged the full length of his cock into Raja’s ass. He then pulled out a little and plunged back down again. Raja again stiffened but then the pleasure seemed to take hold and I could soon see him lifting his ass to meet Ajay’s thrusts. As the pace of the thrusts picked up speed so did the sound of stomach hitting buttocks along with the rough breathing of both boys.
My cock was again hard as possible just looking at the sight of Raja getting pounded. Using more lubricant I greased the length of it paying special attention to the exposed head which was considerably bigger than Ajay’s. With a signal that was not visible to Raja I motioned Ajay to dismount. Raja was barely aware of the fact that Ajay had withdrawn his cock and left the inviting hole fully expanded and open, still pulsing from the occupation and thrust of the rigid rod.
I was kneeling between his legs in the place still indented from Ajay’s occupation and had placed my cock in the open ass hole and plunged it’s full length into Raja before he ever knew or realised what was happening.
My weight pressed his body down and pinned his ass firmly to the bed and though he made no sound, his mouth opened in surprise and shock at the sudden entry of a much larger and harder prick into his hole. I could feel his whole body go tense. I lay without moving for some minutes so he could get accustomed to accommodating the size of my cock for the first time. As he relaxed I started with very small movements, to withdraw and plunge back down. It did not take long for him to get accustomed to it and he was soon urging me employ longer strokes.
Soon I was pulling my cock almost fully from his ass and plunging back down with relative ease. His ass had relaxed enough to make it pleasurable for him. I could feel his own excitement building to bursting point and as I started to spurt my seed deep inside him felt his own ejaculation begin, the pulse of which, caused his ass to tighten and loosen on my cock shaft, giving me almost unendurable pleasure. When I tried to pull out of him he requested me not to, and to remain sheathed in him. Very soon I could feel my cock begin to swell again and was hard much faster than I ever thought possible. Well lubricated by all the cream as well as my own pre cum and sperm, the second fuck was much easier and infinitely more enjoyable. We took it much slower this time around and it was a long time till I reached the point of no return and shot the second load of cum into the warm wet ass under me. I fucked Raja at least three times again that night, but each time had to get Ajay to enter him first so as to stretch and relax his ass and enable me to penetrate him without causing him pain.
The next day I got up before either of the boys and was brushing my teeth when Raja slipped into the bathroom. He told me Ajay was still asleep and that he wanted me to try to enter him, without first having Ajay stretch his hole, as we had done previously. A liberal application of lubricating cream soon had him ready and he braced his hands on the bathroom wall, bent himself over and spread his legs wide so I could see the puckered spot that marked the entrance. Gripping his hips I let my cock press on the opening and was gratified to find myself sliding into the passage. It was still a tight fit, but so pleasurable. Raja was at last able to get penetrated without being stretched first!! Ajay soon joined us and I am not too sure if he was happy that his friend now no longer needed his service or if he was unhappy about it. We were soon all hard and erect and Ajay now insisted I fuck him in the same way as I had just done to Raja so as to equal the score.
Soon we were slick with sweat and cum. We showered, washing each other’s bodies as though they were our own. The soap and running water had the effect of enhancing the feelings our hands and lips could create. It is supremely erotic to be able to stand under the pouring water and have two pair of hands soap and wash your entire body. No nook or crevice is spared, balls are lifted and handled with loving care, and cock is massaged with soapy fingers, rinsed off and then laved with a willing tongue. And when your own body is as clean as it can get there are two other nubile bodies to be bathed with the same loving care. Two cocks to have foreskins pulled back and cock heads washed clean. The cracks of two pairs of buttocks to be spread wide and two inviting holes to first insert a soapy finger into then after rinsing off to be licked and probed with a tongue.
Now that the first desperate rush to fill whatever hole was available or to suck whichever hard cock caught the eye dissipated, we moved into gentler motions where more attention was paid to preventing early emission and to prolonging the sensations as long as possible. Now was the time for using the tongue to probe the opening on a cock head, to licking the entire length of the shaft and gently nuzzling the balls. No longer were we merely indulging in sexual gratification. We were now making love in the true sense of the word, with all the tenderness and emotion evoked by the phrase. Stimulation was now, not only of physical parts but of the intellect as well.
More attention was paid to eye contact, fingers interlocking or running through the hair, the play of light and shade on the body, the sight of two bodies reflected in the mirror. The feeling of soap and water on each other’s form was as important as the slipping of a cock into a mouth or an ass. Both boy’s attitudes and actions revealed their inborn sexuality had needed only to be channelled and focused to enable them to reach the highest levels of performance and gratification.
I am old and grey now and sometimes the memories make me bestir my bones and dig out some of the pictures of those happy times. Looking at the photographs of their smiling faces, nude bodies and stiffly standing pricks still has the ability to cause a stir in my loins.
Finis
Continued in Part 4
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Title: 05. Gay.Scene: From Buckley's to an ABS
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Cum Swallowing, Gay, Transvestite
Introduction:
From lonely Bi-Curious to Fag in a year
Content:
This story continues on after the Buckley's Gay.Club stories ended.
With no sign of R-V, or any of the other members of his crew or of Zeb and Flabs I decided to take my hunt for cock elsewhere.
I didn’t feel the friendly vibe at Buckley’s anymore, with Elijah busting my chops and making feel unwelcomed.
With Elijah the security boss, I came to realise after spending five minutes inside the Buckley’s was now a dive.
So, I decided to take my business elsewhere.
I spent the rest of that night in Gypsy’s.
The Gypsy bar or Gypsy’s, was now my new home to drink and chill out.
It was when I went to Gypsy’s tranny bar that; I would dressed more draggy.
I would wear a black tank top, black mini skirt, a basketball top, tiny knickers, socks and Dr Martin boots; just to fit in with the crowd.
The first few times; I felt threaten dressing like a girl but not anymore.
The usual tactic was for me to go to Gypsy’s (which was basically a Tranny bar 80% of the time); until I got bored and then check out the other clubs.
This happened a few times; until I started looking for action in the bookshop scene.
The first three were busts; neither had nothing but toys and books.
Then when I almost gave up; there was on my way home.
It was Ritchie’s XXX-Club; it had a small video and toy store in the front with a little turnstile.
Curiously I entered the turnstile and paid the $10 entry fee.
Ritchie’s also had a familiar face on the door: a security guard from Buckley’s named Kareem.
He always greeted me with a wink and friendly smirk.
Then a path led into dark hall with tiny red lights: that took time some getting use too.
When inside the labyrinth of room; I found my way into a larger room that was surrounded by many small curtained booths.
Some had glory holes; some didn’t.
There were all sorts of noises coming from inside the occupied booths; that some guys were cueing to enter.
While walking around some more; I found some more private booths near the restrooms.
After spending my early evening at Gypsy’s and dressed semi; I decided to go inside the restroom to re-apply my make-up (red lipstick and eye liner).
As I walked around I noticed I was receiving some looks; as I felt the odd grope of my ass.
Then I walked by a private booth; with the door wide open.
Inside was young bald black man with a few tattoos; stroking his cock slowly.
He noticed that I snuck a peak at him.
“Want some bitch,” he asked, looking dead at me.
I said nothing; but entered his booth and went on my knees in front of him.
As I glance at his thickly veined cock; it ended up in my hand in no time.
I then opened my mouth and let his reddish coloured head slide over my lips and onto my tongue.
The thing I liked about sucking cock was: the moment when the warm spongy head hits my tongue and the shaft goes in.
He had his hands on my head and he slowly pumped his cock into my mouth.
“That’s it; suck my cock like a bitch,” he grumbled, softly.
“Oh yeah, suck on it good and maybe I’ll fuck you too,” he pledged.
With nasty talk like that; all it did was made me more eager for cock in my ass.
So I sucked his cock and balls for a good five more minutes; before he suddenly stood up.
“Maybe later,” He said, and kicked me out.
By now I was horny as hell after having cock in my mouth; as I tried controlling my breathing again.
I noticed some more glory holes room; nearby.
I went inside one and closed the door.
Suddenly I was in darkness and could barely make out; where the holes had gone.
So squatted and removed my knickers.
Soon I was slowly stroking my cock and trying to peer into the vacant holes; willing some activity.
Ten minutes went by; without action.
I was tempting to leave; when there was a sound to my left.
The door next mine closed; impatiently I snuck a peak thru one of the big holes.
There were two guys in the next booth making out; like wild animals.
I couldn’t tell what they looked like but; they were taking their pants and undies off.
Then in an instant; one of them dropped to his knees and hungrily started eating his buddies cock.
He moaned with dick in his mouth; I wasn’t aware but I was slowly stroking my cock watching.
“Suck his dick and make him yours,” I suddenly bleeped out.
“You’re a good sucker! Umm; eat him up good,” I encouraged.
I then heard a “psst” sound.
When I turned towards the sound; I saw a cock in the wall to the room on the right.
I was all caught up watching the room to my left; I didn’t hear the right room being entered.
By now I couldn’t resist any offered cock and quickly flew to it.
I had his cock engulfed in my mouth and sliding; in and out of my throat.
So I stroke his shaft; while licking his head before engulfing it again.
After close to five minutes he too; pulled away from me.
I thought here we go again.
No, but this time with a finger he motioned me to stick my cock thru the hole.
This glory hole action was all new to me; so I nervously put my cock thru.
I was now uncontrollably horny as hell; as he slobbered and sucked on my pre-cum coated cock.
His tongue started licking my shaft and he sucked my balls.
I fell into the wall by trying give him as much of my 6 inch cock; I could.
While getting a blowjob: I could hear the noise the guys in the other room making.
Then I sensed another cock and when I looked around: I saw another cock peaked thru another hole.
It was a big cock too; I reached down and felt for it.
I then rubbed his pre-cum around his big mushroom head.
While I was getting a suck job; I played with this other cock.
That was until I had to pull out; seeing’s I felt the urge to cum soon.
After pulling out I dropped to my knees and took the big cock into my mouth.
I quickly waffled in and out as fast as I could; which caused him to start humping the wall.
It was hot, big and fat; as my mouth struggled to with it.
He tried fucking my tonsils out; I now had slobber over my face and dangling down my chin.
I took a quick breather and pulled off his cock; just to see what the guys in the next room were up too.
One was bent over with his hands pressed against the wall facing me; with his cock flopping from side to side while getting his ass fucked.
Once I’d watched enough; I went back to the first cock (who had started to suck me) and let him fuck my mouth thru layered plywood.
He must have been stroking it; while I perved at the other two.
He shot his hot cum into my mouth; after only a few quick strokes.
I wasn’t ready for it and didn’t swallow it; but I held as much as I could in my mouth until he finished.
Then spat it out.
Most of it still managed to dribble out and onto my basketball top; but I still spat more out before swallowing the rest.
I took a deep breath and then; I went back the black man big cock.
As I swallowed; most of his cock forced its way deep in my mouth.
I sucked with ease; as my mouth was still wet from cum and spit.
After a few minutes; he too thrust his cock hard into my mouth without pausing.
Then blasted a big wad of cum; before finishing with three more tremors.
I swallowed what I could; before he pulled away and more cum leaked out onto my top.
Catching my breath I squatted down; licking my lips.
I then rolled around and watched the two in the next room.
They were still fucking but really hard.
The guy getting fucked was moaning but had already cum; strings of cum dangled from his cock.
This brought a smile to my face.
His mate was calling him names, which made me licking my lips again.
“Fuck him good, fuck his ass,” I began to slobber, as if drunk.
My mouth was half asleep.
“Make his cock cum again,” I encouraged, while stroking my cock.
“When you do cum, let me feed on it buddy,” I pleaded.
Just then he groaned and pulled his cock form his mates ass; and the passed it thru the hole to me.
He let loose before I had him in my mouth and sprayed my face; before I feed on it.
I managed to swallow the rest; as I sucked him flaccid.
Then his buddies cock tried to replace his.
He didn’t get it thru the hole; when his legs gave way and he slammed into the wall.
At the same moment he blasted his cum; it missed my mouth and spattered near my eyes.
He squirt two more time before; I had him in my mouth.
When I engulfed his cock; I took the rest of his cum.
Once they were drained; they both left the booth.
I sat on my ass; with cum in my eyes, face, chin and god knows where else.
Five minutes I kind of staggered from my booth and bracing the walls.
I had cum on my face and over my shirt.
There were guys standing around; just staring at me.
Coming from me; I felt embarrassed and quickly fled the area.
I made my way to very back of the venue; where it came to a sudden halt.
I bumped into a few other guys there.
Most of them had all their cocks out and were stroking each other’s cocks mutually; while others just stood there.
I found an empty booth with no glory holes and went inside; to collect my thoughts.
Then after a minute there was a tap on the door; so I opened it slightly.
There was a black guy standing in my view; as I peered thru the door.
I wasn’t really feeling like sucking anymore; as my mouth was sore and I felt like going home.
“Remember me,” said, a black tattooed guy.
It wasn’t until I saw his cock; that I suspected it must have been the guy who had kicked me out from his booth.
I paused for a second or two.
“Hmm, so now you’ve come to finish the job and fuck me,” I said, in a raspy voice.
“Oh not just me but I will go first,” he said, and pushed the door open wider.
There was a bunch of guys standing around; all eager to fuck me.
“Fine; go for it,” I said, semi annoyed and semi wanting it.
So I dropped down to my knees and crawl back inside my booth; on my hands and knees.
I faced the wall with my ass facing them.
Someone slapped my ass; but it was a slap with a big glob of lube.
Then it was worked around my asshole and inside it.
Then a cock was soon entering.
He was struggled to ease it in; he got the head and that was all.
So he pulled out and spread more lube around my hole; he forced a bunch of fingers inside and fucked me with them.
His next effect buried his black inside my ass; it hurt my lower back.
I lowered my arm down and crossed them; then I rested my head on them.
This eased the pain in my lower back; then he slowly started fucking me.
In time he built up speed and was fucking the hell out of me; so hard that I couldn’t hold my joy in anymore and couldn’t help myself and squirt out my own cum.
He kept fucking me; which left me moaning.
“Are you going to cum inside me?” I questioned, in a soft raspy voice.
“Fuck yeah, I will be cumming inside you,” He blurted out.
I heard some laughing somewhere outside.
“I’m going to make you have my butt baby,” He grunted.
He kept fucking until he thrust deep inside me, then once more.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” He repeatedly said.
“Oh god, I’m still cumming,” he panted.
He then slammed on more time inside; letting out a loud grunt.
Then I felt him let go and knew his seed was entering me; from the slight spreading feeling inside my ass.
He kept fucking his seed into me; even after he had cum.
Eventually he withdrew and I felt; his cock leave my ass.
When the head of his cock left; I heard sound like a wet sounding pop.
In the past few months I had been fucked several times; but why did I only hear the pop today?
Before I knew it; he was replaced by another guy and then by another.
I lost count somewhere after the forth guy.
By that time I no longer could feel them slide and enter into my ass.
All I felt was them bracing my hips and them moving my body.
By now I couldn’t hold myself up on my own; after cum had trickled down and under my knees.
My knees started sliding and doing the splits; until I was flat down on the ground.
That didn’t stop them fucking me; they either fucked me like that or held my hips up.
I was cumming as well; either by getting fucked or my cock rubbing on the floor.
Then it all stopped; I had cum leaking from my ass and made me feel slimy.
As I attempted get up; my knees did the splits.
I couldn’t feel anything from my waste to my knees.
By now there was cum running out of my ass and down my balls, inner thighs and splattered over my boots.
When I had thought they’d finished; I felt a light kick to my leg.
“Remember me I’m back,” Said the familiar voice of that black guy.
Before I could answer he dragged me up by a leg and then an arm; until I moved myself to be kneeling in front of him.
I stared at his red veined cock; that he was swaying in front of me.
When he started hitting my head with it; I moved and attempted to suck it.
The moment I moved and tried; he reached under my armpits and pulled me up.
He braced his arms around my lower back and lifted me up; without any effort.
My feet were barely touching the ground; when he lifted me up further and put his cock in my ass again.
It slid in without effort; I was so fucked that by now my ass had gone to sleep.
I couldn’t feel anything even his big cock in my ass.
So I crossed my legs behind his ass and gripped his shoulder from under his armpits; as he started pounding into me up against the booth’s wall.
My ass may not have been able to feel a thing but my back sure did; as he fucked me up against the wall.
“You’re my little cocksucking gangbang cunt! I swear you must have taken at least ten to twelve dicks in your ass tonight,” He said, attempting to belittle me.
“You liked it didn’t you, you love having dicks in your ass, don’t you?” he said, while thumping his dick in my ass.
“Oh God yes, gimme more, more dick, more, gimme more! Fuck fuck me!” I cried out.
He was really ravaging me; I couldn’t feel it but my dick did.
I spewed another load out between our chests.
He fucked me for eternity it felt; I was by now delirious.
I imagined that I was going to be fucked all day and all night.
All it did was make me cum again; I was starting to lose my grip and control when he grunted.
“OH FUCK! I cumming bitch,” He grunted, with that he filled my ass up with more gooey cum.
He forced his cock deep into me; and held me in that position while his cock pulsated.
“Oh fuck,” he said, exhausted.
Then he collapsed into me and the wall; with his cock slipping out.
We both hit the ground with a thud.
I patted his head to see if he was ok; he slowly moved his head and smirked.
He reached down and pushed himself up.
While I lay against the wall he watched me; I watched him stand up.
“Fucking little bitch!” he said, with a smirk.
With that he walked away; leaving me there in a mess of cum.
God, I thought.
God I loved tonight.
It was almost a half hour before I attempted to stand.
My body was asleep but I knew I had to gather my things; and leave.
Oh god was it hard to walk; it felt like I had ridden a horse today.
I walked into the restrooms and washed my body down; then my face and hair.
Then I put on my make-up and got dressed.
When I left I felt drunk.
My legs were wide apart; my ankles kept rolling as if I had heels on.
Plus I had to touch walls to walk.
I hailed a taxi home; he could smell cum on me but said nothing.
That morning cum spewed from ass all morning; especially when I farted.
I never left my bed all day.
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Title: 05 - The Chico Tales
Tags: Fiction, Bestiality, Lesbian
Introduction:
- Once upon a time in Mexico-If you haven't read the previous four chapters you will have no idea how they found themselves in this situation, so would strongly suggest you read for background. Saying that, apart from the ‘why’, hopefully this story stands up on it's own. Characters: Michelle / ‘Mitchie’– 22 year old American on holiday in the English countryside Julie – Neighbour in England, around Michelle’s mother’s age Sarah – Michelle’s mother
Content:
… Julie smiled, "after all, I promised Mitchie here a story and a story she shall have." Sarah blushed deeply down to her roots, while her daughter wiggled in delight, as Julie began to tell the story, "Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, in a land called Mexico, there were these two fair maidens…"
***
Sarah tried to shield her eyes against the strong Mexican sun as she walked down the steps at Mexico City airport, wondering if this was such a good idea. Here she was, a few months into the swinging nineties, and just a few weeks before she was due to get married to the man of her dreams, in the middle of a foreign city, all at the whim of someone she hadn't seen in four years. 'I must be mad' she thought to herself, as she remembered how the conversation had gone with Julie a few weeks earlier.
***
"Oh my god it's you!" Sarah shrieked down the phone, as she answered the call from Julie, a close friend she hadn't spoken to in over four years.
"Of course it’s me, in the flesh and naked, and thinking of you," Julie purred in response, "and I hear you are finally getting hitched. See you are going to manage it before your 30th birthday as well.” Julie paused before she went on, “and to a man as well, now there's a surprise for an old dyke like you."
Sarah blushed at Julie’s words and could feel herself getting wet, as Julie could always push her buttons, and her sexy voice seemed to permeate Sarah’s soul. Sarah was ecstatic to hear from her old friend, who had vanished out of her life four years earlier, despite Sarah’s best attempts at staying in touch.
"Ain't gonna be able to make the big day short stuff," Julie said bluntly, causing Sarah’s heart to sink, "buuuuuut," Julie added dramatically, "surely you must be having a hen party somewhere, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world."
"Yes," replied Sarah happily, "the bridal party, including my mother and aunts, are all flying down to Acapulco in Mexico on the 26th for a few days of partying and sunshine.” Then, remembering who she was talking to, Sarah added, “and please be discrete, no one knows about our past, and I would like to keep it that way. They all think I am respectable."
"Awww, no pussy licking then, or trading tequila shots for blow jobs in some dodgy bar?" Julie giggled while teasing Sarah with some of their past antics, before offering, "Tell you what… why don’t we have a private party before we join that lot of bores? You can fly to Mexico City on the 23rd and I will get you down to Acapulco for the 26th. Send your stuff on ahead as I have a little surprise treat in mind for you, so you won’t need more than a spare pair of knickers, in fact you probably won’t even need those… but kisses… gotta run."
"But, but, but, the cost, the details, the times..." Sarah stammered into the disconnected phone, as Julie had hung up and disappeared, as quickly and abruptly as she had four years ago.
The next day a courier arrived at Sarah's house with an envelope containing a first class ticket to Mexico City, with a hand written note that said, ‘Short Stuff – My Treat. Your Pleasure. – J’
Sarah hemmed and hawed over the decision, while gently sniffing the note that carried the aroma of Julie’s perfume, causing a dampening of Sarah’s knickers. After a great deal of careful and delicate discussions with her parents, and her fiancé, Sarah had finally managed to convince everyone that she would be fine on her own with her old friend from London, and that she would meet them all in Acapulco as planned.
***
Sarah stood outside the airport trying to wave away the jabbering Mexicans who were crowding around the diminutive American tourist, while tugging at her arm. Already nervous about this liaison, the gaggle of locals had Sarah on the verge of tears, when suddenly a tall woman clad in a leather jacket and a short skirt that barely covered her ass, moved forward and wrapped one fingerless gloved hand round Sarah’s shoulders, as she shooed the men away, chastising them in fluent Spanish.
"Julie!" Sarah exclaimed in relief, as she felt her 5'1" frame being protected by her younger but taller friend, who crushed her to her breast is a warm and powerful embrace.
"Hey Short Stuff," Julie quipped in response, while lifting the dark, wrap-around sunglasses from her sparkly blue eyes and shaking out her bun, letting her long auburn hair flow freely down her back.
Before Sarah could reply, Julie bent and kissed her warmly on the mouth, forcing her tongue into Sarah's mouth, bringing memories of their past flooding back. Memories weren’t the only thing that was flooding, as Sarah felt a sudden dampness and a heat between her legs, a familiar and usual reaction when Julie was near.
Remembering that she was to be married in a few weeks, Sarah broke the kiss, but still held her body close to Julie’s. "What did you say to them," Sarah asked, as she nodded toward the group of sweaty men, who were drifting away and muttering to themselves.
"Oh, I told them that you were a lesbian trainee here for pussy munching lessons, and then you were to be sold as a sex slave to Amazonian Lesbians in South America." Julie said with a straight face, looking down at her shorter friend’s wide brown eyes.
"Oh my God!" gasped Sarah while blushing deeply, "you didn't… did you?"
Julie threw her head back and roared with laughter at the look of concern on Sarah face. "No, I didn’t, you daft ninny," Julie said still laughing, "I told them to go away or I would cut their balls off and make a necklace out of them."
The two women walked towards the car park in the bright sunshine, cutting a most unlikely pair. Julie moved like a panther, her long legs clad in fishnet tights, ankle boots with stubby low heels, and her wrists covered in numerous bangles that jingled as she walked. At 26, Julie looked in prime condition, and although Sarah was approaching 30, she also kept her small frame in terrific shape. In fact, it was their shared penchant for working out which lead them to meet in a London gym four years before, when Sarah was doing a year’s attachment to the London branch of her American law firm.
"So, Short Stuff, are you ready for some fun?" Julie drawled, as she stopped in front of a large Harley Davidson motorcycle that sat gleaming in the car park. Julie fished in her pockets for some lollipops and a few dollars to give to the kids standing guard around the bike, thanking them in Spanish for their bravery in making sure no harm came to her beautiful machine.
The less adventurous Sarah just stared at the bike, open-mouthed, and stammered, "you want ME to get on THAT?" then added, "how far is it?"
Julie put her wrap-around shades back on, and tied her hair back into a loose ponytail, using one of the scrunchies from around her wrist, as she barked over the thundering engine, "It’s only 400 click and I know a great place to stop along the way. Now get on."
Sarah looked at her light cotton print dress, and though she wasn’t dressed for the occasion, she knew she had no better choice. Lifting the dress high around her thighs, she straddled the bike, wrapping her arms tightly round Julie's waist, and feeling somewhat relieved, as Julie was showing as much exposed thigh as she was.
As the bike rumbled through the streets, Sarah could feel the vibrations running through her body, sending a tingling sensation into her pussy. Leaning her head against Julie's back, she breathed in the fresh scent of Julie’s hair, as she remembered how the two of them originally met.
***
It was 1986 and Madonna was blasting from the video screens that were everywhere in the Covent Garden Gym in the heart of London. The gym was considered by some to be intimidating, as the walls were covered in mirrors, providing no hiding place for any extra pounds or inches. Sarah didn’t really care, as she was addicted to the gym, coming here whenever she could. With sweat dripping from her body, she pounded the track on the treadmill, having already covered 5km, but she still pushed on at a steady pace.
Glancing at the girl running on the treadmill next to her, she smiled to herself, thinking the 20-something year old looked like a large cat as she glided along gracefully. Sarah could see that she had already covered 10km, but she had barely broken a sweat, only a small dampening under her arms as evidence that she was exercising.
The girl returned her smile, and then pressed the button to raise the platform to a steep incline, and Sarah was amazed and admired the way the she just gritted her teeth and drove herself onwards, not breaking the pace for several minutes, until she finally moved the platform back to the level and stepped off the machine.
As they cooled down and stretched in the same general area, Sarah turned and smiled at the woman and introduced herself, "Hi! I'm Sarah. That was some punishment you gave yourself on that run."
The girl looked at Sarah with a wary look on her face, studying her intently before saying, "You are American."
"Wow! They breed them bright over here," Sarah laughed, humour and sarcasm her natural defence mechanism when feeling challenged, "What gave it away the accent or THIS?" thrusting out her chest dramatically, displaying the tee shirt emblazoned with the stars & stripes.
The girl laughed then said, "Sorry, love, I'm Julie. It’s just that I am always a bit wary when someone tries to pick me up."
Taken aback by her assumption, Sarah stammered, "Pick you up?" then added, " I’m straight, um not that I have anything against lesbians, they are nice as I am sure you are nice, even if you are a lesbian, I mean …" Her voice trailed off as her cheeks reddened, and she realised she was digging herself a large hole.
"How do you know you aren’t?" Julie laughed, "have you ever tried?" then roared as she watched Sarah blush, "c’mon let me lust over you in the shower then you can buy me a drink and see if you can charm me into bed."
Sarah followed her into the changing room thinking it would be strange to undress and shower with a woman who she knew would be looking at her as a sex object, but in reality, she felt totally natural and at ease. They chattered about various mundane matters like the cost of the gym, the price of a decent meal and the state of the transport system, while washing away the effects of the workout under the warm spray of the club shower.
Already their friendship had started to grow and since Sarah didn’t really know anyone in London, she accepted the offer of a drink. She found herself drawn to this crazy English girl who, once dressed, looked like a cross between Joan Jett and Madonna, and who had the most wicked and outrageous sense of humour. She would continually insinuate that it was Sarah who was the lesbian and she was the innocent one being pursued, and the more Sarah tried to deny it, the more Julie would persist, causing Sarah to blush deeply.
To Sarah's shock, at one point in the evening Julie actually leaned over to a couple of guys who had been trying to gain their attention and said to them with a perfectly straight face, "my lesbian lover here," nodding to Sarah over her shoulder, "wants to take me away and ravish me in a Sapphic sex orgy, do you think I should tell my Mum where I am going?" The two men nearly choked on their beer and as they shuffled away and Sarah couldn't help giggling at her newfound friend’s outrageous behaviour.
At the end of the night it seemed to Sarah the most natural thing in the world to go back to Julie's for a night cap, and from there to go to bed with her, not that they did that much sleeping. That night was the first time for Sarah with another woman and she learned things about her body she would never forget.
Nights turned into days, and days into weeks, and the two women grew to be more than just friends and lovers, they became soul mates. Then one day Sarah came home and …
***
A tear was forming in Sarah’s eye, as she was just remembering the sadness of their parting to many years ago, when the bike rumbled to a stop and she was jerked back to reality.
"Come on sleepy head we are here," said Julie poking her in the ribs to get her off the bike.
Sarah stretched and yawned and watched a little old Mexican man hobble up to Julie and hand her a key as he muttered something in Spanish. Sarah hardly noticed him as she was captivated by the castle that sat in isolated splendour, framed against the hills behind it. Unlocking the imposing wooden doors, Julie rode the bike inside and parked it, then dismounted and threw her arms out wide and said joyfully as she spun round, "so what do you think, is it fit for my princess?"
"It's wonderful," Sarah said drinking in the beauty, "Is this my surprise treat?"
Julie laughed as she locked the wooden doors with the massive iron key, securing their isolated privacy behind the heavy walls, "This is only part of it,” she said nodding to the dogs that came padding over and started to sniff at the two women, “that’s the other part."
"What do you mean?" Sarah said in a slightly confused voice, as she was starting to put two and two together in the back of her head.
"Well," said Julie in an amused voice, "you always said you wondered what it would be like when we talked about when I did it before, so now is your chance to find out.” She then added wryly, “You did say seven was your lucky number didn't you?"
Sarah recalled the conversation in the early hours of the morning, as they were cuddling after an intense lovemaking session, when Julie confided in her about her canine lover, King. As Julie recounted the detail of the story at the time, Sarah found herself getting more and more excited, and she opened her legs to Julie's fingers. She thought the image of a woman and a male dog should disgust her, but instead, she exploded in a thundering orgasm on Julie's fingers, listening to how King’s knot locked inside Julie, and he filled her with his hot seed.
"If I was you, I would strip," Julie said while holding out a wicker basket for Sarah's clothes, "this is a chance for you to have a couple of days of complete sexual freedom, before you get married and paint yourself in society’s tidy little box."
Sarah stripped quickly mesmerized by the dogs, and found herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs, just like she did when Julie had told her about her times with King.
Somewhat in a daze, she folded her clothes neatly in a pile and placed them in the basket, unable to drag her attention away from the growing dog’s cocks in front of her.
"Where?" Sarah croaked, her mouth dry from the excitement of what was about to happen.
"I think here is fine," said Julie waving her hand at a stone bench that sat on it's own in the middle of the enclosed stone flagged courtyard like an ancient altar.
Laying face down along the length on the stone bench, Sarah could feel the warmth from the stone that had been heated by sun that was now setting and the last warm rays of the day gently caressed her ass. Julie stepped forward like a punk version of an ancient druid with a sacrifice lying prone before her, and ran her hand along Sarah's pussy lips collecting the juices that were copiously flowing from her petite friend.
"My, my, my, aren’t we excited?" Julie laughed as she felt the wetness coating her fingers.
Sarah blushed as she recalled the number of times she had masturbated to fantasies of submitting to a dog, and as she gripped the warm, smooth stone, she remembered how she had actually described this very scene to Julie one night, after having a dream of being taken by a pack of wild dogs.
Sarah watched as Julie carefully held her juice covered hand to each of the dogs, as they sniffed and licked them, allowing them to get familiar with the fragrance and taste of their newest bitch to be. Laying naked and exposed on the bench, Sarah followed Julie with her eyes, as she glided back to the table and picked up a glass of wine and sipped it thoughtfully, drinking in the scene before her like a director on a film set.
Sarah’s gasped in surprise as the alpha dog mounted her, and with his years of experience immediately found her willing hole with one mighty thrust. In an instant, Sarah's dog virginity was gone forever, fulfilling a longstanding fantasy, and starting her canine journey.
The large dog grabbed Sarah firmly around her waist and drove himself in and out rapidly with the sole intention of claiming this bitch as his before the rest of the pack. Sarah had never been fucked this brutally before, and she could feel her very soul rattle, as the dog pounded her exactly in the way Julie had described it would feel. When his knot started banging against her, Sarah found herself begging for it, screaming with pleasure as the dog forced his knot insider her, and then pumped her full of his seed, while growling at the other dogs to stay away.
Sarah was delirious with pleasure and squealed at the flash of pain as the first dog pulled his knot out of her. She emitted another shriek of surprise when her pussy was almost immediately refilled by another dog who slammed himself insider her with what seemed like even more vigour, as if he was trying to drive away the previous dog’s seed.
Another wave of pleasure coursed through Sarah as she was filled for a second time with hot dog seed and as the second dog pulled away, she lifted her head to see Julie watching intently while holding a small black box. Sarah’s focus was bought back to her pussy as the third dog mounted her and after a few trial jabs found her sticky, cum-filled pussy. It felt like this dog wasn’t as big as the first two, but he was certainly more enthusiastic as he thrust himself energetically in out, and soon she was filled with a third load of hot, dog cum.
Sarah’s mouth was dry and parched as the forth dog mounted and started to fuck her with an intensity and speed that made Sarah groan loudly. As that dog finished, Julie stepped forward and held a straw to Sarah’s lips, allowing her to drink and wet her mouth but before she had finished the glass of water the fifth dog mounted her and drove the air from her body with a loud gasp of breath. Sarah could feel her body being battered as the fifth dog mercilessly fucked her to yet another mind-blowing orgasm.
Sarah was in such a post-orgasmic bliss that she hardly noticed when the sixth dog slipped inside her. As another orgasm crashed through her small frame from the pounding she was getting, she yelled out. Concerned for her friend’s wellbeing, Julie’s crouched before her and asked," Do you want me to tell them to stop?"
"You do and I will hate you for ever!" Sarah gasped in between moans, before screaming loudly, "Yes, yes, Mr. Dog… fuck my slutty cunt, and use me, fuck me, fill me with your doggy seed."
Gone was the prim and proper lawyer, what lay over this stone bench was an addicted dog fucker, with dog cum not dripping, but pouring from her battered pussy.
"You did say seven didn't you;" Julie laughed as a big St Bernard took his place in the queue.
Sarah could only nod weakly as she felt the dog rise and his massive cock jab and leave trails of cum across her ass. Julie reached under and guided the big dog into Sarah’s pussy, which was now relaxed and open enough to take the massive dog. Her tiny frame was pinned under huge dog and she mewed like a puppy as the dog slowly fucked her with longer and slower strokes due its weight. Before it could force its orange sized knot into her pussy, Sarah virtually passed out from the number of orgasms she had enjoyed but she woke with a yelp as the knot entered her and she climaxed in a way she had never experienced before, including the time when Julie had fisted her after one particularly energetic lovemaking session.
The next few hours passed in a daze. Sarah vaguely remembered the last dog dismounting and the sound of the splash of cum on the flagstone. She remembered Julie's strong arms lifting her and placing her gently in a warm bath and then delicately sponging her bruised and battered flesh. She remembered Julie cuddling her to her naked breast and soothing her hair as she drifted off to an exhausted but sated sleep.
The following morning Sarah awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and pastries on a tray beside her and she eased her aching body to an upright position, bolstered by the huge fluffy pillows on the massive bed. "You OK short stuff?" Julie asked as she sat on the window ledge of the large shuttered window, totally naked and without a care in the world.
"Very much so," Sarah smiled, “now come to bed so I can thank you properly and taste your wonderful pussy.“ As Julie crawled onto the bed, Sarah added, “I have missed so much, and after we make love, I want to take my time with the dogs again, and I want you to enjoy them with me."
"Good," laughed Julie, "as she put the camcorder down on the dressing table, "we can make a sequel to the video I recorded yesterday."
"VIDEO? You are joking, aren't you?" Sarah laughed nervously, before pulling her best friend into a warm embrace.
***
"Well Mitchie," Julie said smiling down at the young girl who sat at her feet on the veranda, "what do you think of Mexico, bet that gives you another view of your Mother doesn't it?"
Michelle sat there open mouthed until her mother broke the silence with laughter, "and you never did have any film in that camera, you tease."
"Wouldn’t have known how to work the stupid thing if I had," Julie laughed, before turning to see where Michelle had gone.
The Mexico story clearly had a profound effect on Michelle, as without a word, she has gotten onto all fours and invited Chico to mount her, and was again in the throws of ecstasy. Julie turned back to the screen and said, "Seems like she is following in her mother's footsteps, maybe she is ready for the final step to join the club," and closed the Skype conversation, before turning back to watch Michelle enjoying herself with her family dog. |
Title: 05] Hot and Hard._(1)
Tags: True Story, Boy, Gay, Mature
Introduction:
The Saga of Ajay and Raja Concludes. Part 4.
Content:
This is a true story. And while complete in itself readers are advised to read the 3 preceding parts to better understand the whole situation. Those offended by mature/young gay sex are advised not to read this.
Hot and Hard.
The Saga of Ajay and Raja Concludes. Part 4.
They would often strip me naked and both still full dressed, would kneel in front of me, with mouths open. I would let one suck me for a bit and then the next till I was hard and ready to fuck. Then pulling down either of their pants to their ankles I would make the chosen boy lie on his back and push his legs to his shoulders leaving his ass, upturned, exposed and wide open. The other would still be sucking my cock and would lubricate it well with his saliva. I would then plunge my cock into the waiting ass and fuck the prone boy with long hard strokes. After Raja had been able to accommodate the length and thickness of my cock and had enjoyed getting fucked by me a number of times, this was his most favoured position and it allowed me to push the full length of my cock, all the way to its base into the waiting ass and feel my balls slap on the lower part of his back. He often said when I was fucking him like that he thought my prick would reach to his throat from his ass.
Ajay on the other hand liked me to fuck him as I had the first time. Lying spoon fashion on the bed and almost half asleep with slow and languid movements. No desperate rush to ejaculate. No desperate pounding of upturned ass hole. Just long slow movements that could transport us to a different plane of feeling. Another of our favoured positions was the three way fuck, with Raja standing with his hands braced on the wall, body bent at the waist and ass thrust backwards, legs spread apart. Ajay would enter him and then bend his own body over Raja’s back so his ass was now thrust backwards and presented to me. I would in turn enter Ajay’s hole and start fucking him. When we got the rhythm right Ajay would be pulling out of Raja as I was pressing into him, then pressing into Raja’s ass as I was withdrawing from him. We would often ejaculate at the very same time, me deep into Ajay, Ajay into Raja and Raja splashing his cum all over the wall or floor.
If by chance we put Raja in the middle and Ajay on the end I always found the rhythm faltering, perhaps because Raja was tight and we could not maintain the correct speed to keep it going or because his cock had a slight curve and would often pull out from Ajay’s ass. We enjoyed these kinds of games and many others for a good while, may be fifteen months or so from the date of their second trip to the hills. The intervening period’s exposure to better sort of drinking habits had changed their original way of taking liquor. They were now diluting their drinks to a proper level and able to sip them slowly rather than slugging them down. Our anniversary bash was very successful and Raja was by now able to accommodate me without first being made ready by Ajay’s slimmer thinner cock, though he was still “tight” and would remain so till the end of our relationship. Our association continued for a few more months after that but I became aware of a lessening of the excitement and anticipation that a chance to visit me had for them. I got this feeling from Raja in particular. He became more reserved in his manner and it was evident that he was not getting as much enjoyment as Ajay was from our encounters. Raja was still fond of sucking me dry and also still liked to get fucked. But he seemed to want something more than what we had to offer him.
When I eventually asked him outright he admitted that he was now more interested in girls and in fact his marriage had been fixed by his parents for the following year. I took pains to reassure him that what he was experiencing was natural and that he could sever the sexual side of our relationship when he wished, although I would like to keep him as a friend and that he would be welcome to visit me as such, at any time in his life. Ajay on the other hand was as interested and got as much enjoyment from our games as he had on the first night itself. He was still the first one to get naked, the last to get dressed and had almost a satyr’s libido, able to get erect and into action very quickly after climaxing. He still liked getting pounded by me or by Raja, but claimed with my larger prick I was able to satisfy his desire better. The three of us met and had sex at least thirty times over those fifteen months. An average of two times a month.
They never wore any clothes when they were in my house. Almost as soon as entering the door we would be eagerly removing each other’s clothes. Even if the gap between their previous visit and the current one was only a week we were always eager to see naked flesh, exposed cocks and backsides. Always eager to feel, kiss and lick whatever was offered first. The initial desire would last till out first ejaculation and then I would either put on a pair of trousers or use a lungi. The two boys however would refuse point blank to use even a stitch of clothing and would spend the entire time with me stark naked. They would help me to cook and to clean the house but for them it was forever a game. A lot of time would be spent teasing either me or one another. If I was in a lungi, say doing some washing or cooking, I would never know when either one would suddenly come and slip under the lungi and start to suck my cock. Once it rose to an erection or got semi hard the boy would disappear just as suddenly as he had come, leaving me with a ridiculously tented lungi which was absolutely hilarious to who ever saw it. Or going into the bedroom to make up the bed or do some such work I would be greeted by the sight of an ass, spread wide to show the puckered mouth and be asked why I had kept the obviously waiting hole vacant for so long. Nothing but a complete fuck would satisfy the waiting boy. Needless to say the house work always took far longer to complete when they were around.
Although we played many games and were very free with each other’s bodies neither ever once expressed a desire to fuck me. For them I was always the dominant one and the top. They would play any role required of them either fucker or the one getting fucked, sucker or the one to be sucked. Often I would ask then to 69 to each other while I fucked one’s ass. One would lie on his back, head raised. The other would be on all fours, doggy position with cock hanging over the prone ones mouth and mouth ready to engulf the upstanding cock pointed at the ceiling. At my signal they would start to suck each other while I fucked the boy in the doggy position. This was often very hot and we achieved simultaneous ejaculation on many an occasion. As I pumped my cum deep in the ass I could feel the pulses of that boys ejaculation as he pumped his cum into the mouth below him and the other boy in turn pumped his load into the mouth above.
Our last encounter as a threesome was in the plains. I had gone down the hill for some work and we decided to meet at a hotel in the nearby city. They came as promised and somehow we recognised that this was the last time we would be together as partners in sexual games. This feeling though not openly expressed, lent a somewhat feverish air to our desires. Neither of the boys was interested in having a drink. Both only wanted to start playing the usual games. There was an unusual amount of kissing and foreplay and throughout the night [we never slept at all] our lovemaking was tinged with a sense of sadness and finality. While having our ritual bath in the morning Raja asked me to fuck him again and wanted me to do it standing under the shower, just as I had done on the very first time I had succeeded in entering his ass, without Ajay’s intervention, during their second visit to the hills.
I did as he requested and had fucked him till he shot his load of cum across the bathroom floor. I was taken aback when he turned to me and tears streaming down his face told me that his parents were shifting to Chennai the next week and that this was the last time he would be able to meet me. Our parting as a threesome was sad and had emotions running on high in all of us. Their youthful exuberance and humour, their sometimes wicked pranks had enriched my life for the past fifteen months and was now going to leave a rather gaping hole in my being. But in life, all thing have an end and we all realised that one chapter had come to a close.
Ajay continued his association with me for a long time and perhaps one day I will recount our escapades together. There was about two years of time left for that chapter of our lives to come to end. Ajay and I are still friends but without the sexual fission that was there in the past. He is happily married, and though we meet sometimes we rarely remind each other of our old passions or the lust we had for each other’s bodies. Both of us had heard from Raja a few times after he had shifted to Chennai but we never met again. Photographs, curling at the edges from age, show smiling faces, erect cocks and slim sleek bodies. These pictures and memories are all that remain. Reminders of the passion and lust a chance meeting can generate.
Finis.
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Title: 06 - The Chico Tales
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Bestiality, Cum Swallowing
Introduction:
- Joining the club-This is a continuation of the Chico Tales which you really do need to read for background information as to how Michelle found herself ready to become a full member of the DS (dog shaggers) club
Content:
"So Mitchie are you ready to take the next steps to becoming a fully-fledged member of the DS club?" Julie asked as she watched her young neighbour and daughter of her lifelong friend, lie panting with her face and breasts pressed against the patio while her family dog Chico stayed locked inside her.
Julie had just finished recounting the story of the wild time her and Sarah, (Michelle's mother) had in Mexico where Sarah had been ganged by seven dogs. Julie paused for a moment as she looked at Michelle's sweet young face and the pure pleasure that was etched across it as Chico throbbed and pulsed inside her, filling her with his seed. Julie knew that Michelle had come a long way in such a short time and was still young, but she was confident that Michelle could handle the final tasks.
Standing and moving to in front of Michelle, Julie squatted down causing her dress to rise and tighten a little, despite the long slash up the middle. Julie eased the zip opener higher to make the position possible and had her ass nearly on the ground with her knees wide apart so that Michelle's head was level with her naked pussy, as Julie rarely wore panties. Then she leant over and ruffled Chico's head as she said softly, "Good Boy Chico," before gripping Michelle's hair and lifting her head so she was staring into Julie's open and very wet pussy. With her other hand Julie reached under and taking a firm grip on Michelle's left nipple squeezed as she said, "I asked you a question."
Michelle opened her eyes for a moment and stared at Julie's pussy before sticking her tongue out and trying to shuffle forward to lick her, moaning incoherently as she did as she felt the tug of Chico's knot at her insides. "Yes I want please," Michelle moaned as she finally managed to get close enough to lick at Julie's inner thigh, whimpering with lust as she did so.
"Good girl," Julie smiled with pleasure, "then tomorrow we will look at completing the list, but for now after watching you and your mother perform I need relief." With that Julie shuffled fully forward so allowing Michelle to feast in her pussy, continuing even after Chico had pulled out and wandered off.
*****
The following morning they say at the breakfast table, Michelle was excited like she was about to undertake a new college project. "So what do I need to do?, and what does it all mean?" Michelle enthused between bites of toast.
Julie smiled at her and then said, "OK let's get these things cleared away then we can draw up the list, and I can explain to you a little more about the DS club."
With the table clear and fresh coffee between them Julie got out an old fashioned yellow legal pad and elegant Mont Blanc pen which she carefully laid out before her. "Let's start with the principal, then the benefit and finally the tasks." Michelle nodded eagerly as Julie went on. "The principle is simple, we have all given ourselves in every way to the pleasure of a dog. And every member knows that every other member has done the same. The benefit is that this then binds us together so you have a safe place to fulfil your desires all over the world. The club is funded to assist members where required, and the current balance is …" Julie paused and consulted her legal pad before continuing, "just over $20 million at the last count, plus assets etc."
"Assets?" Michelle enquired.
"We own working kennels all over the world, very discrete ones and an even a very private island tucked away in the Caribbean," Julie said as she looked at Michelle.
"The tasks?" said Michelle.
"Simply three things, no holes unused" Julie replied, "firstly vaginal sex with a dog , that I think you have well qualified for," they both giggled before Julie went on, "secondly either oral on a dog to conclusion or clean dog cum from the pussy of an existing member." Julie said with a smile that got even wider with Michelle's response.
"Well I'm game if you are?" Michelle said looking positively ecstatic, "and the final task?"
"Anal with a dog," Julie said looking into Michelle's eyes.
"Oh wow," said Michelle and you could see from her eyes that she was torn between desire and fear, "will it be OK as Chico does get a bit boisterous."
"Don't worry." Julie smiled, "We have a special dog called Benjie who is our anal specialist and I will be there to help you as well as your sponsor."
"Then I'm in," said Michelle looking round for Chico as she was eager to get started.
Julie smiled at her eagerness and stood from the kitchen table, "Go find Chico and meet me in my bedroom while I email you Mom to get things set up.
*****
Ten minutes later Julie walked into her bedroom to find a naked Michelle kneeling at Chico's side who was standing very still as she worked his cock slowly letting the precum drip.
"Where should we start," Michelle said in a dreamy pre orgasmic state, her hand covered in the watery pre cum that every so often she held to her lips and licked.
"Looking at how excited Chico is you sure you don’t just want to blow him?" Julie said as she started to strip off her jogging suit already feeling herself moisten.
"And give up the chance of a Julie / Chico cocktail, I don't think so," Michelle laughed.
Julie knelt on the floor next to her bed and bent over so her upper half was on the bed and supported. Julie went to put her hands on her pussy when Michelle pushed them gently away murmuring, "please let me do it all."
Julie sighed contentedly and placed her arms out across the bed and opened her knees slightly to allow access. Michelle ran her fingers along Julie's pussy lips, loving the way she gurgled to her touch and then held them to Chico's nose, who sniffed then started to lick at the sweetness. "Yes she tastes good doesn’t she boy?" Michelle moaned as the rough tongue danced over her fingers cleaning her mentor's wetness. Then wanting more Chico followed his nose to the source of the scent and started to take long licks of Julie's pussy. Chico's cock was jutting out beneath him angry and red and he decided he was ready for more, and with a half hop, mounted Julie and started to thrust seeking her pussy.
Michelle had never seen dog sex from this angle or this close and for a moment was stunned with the beauty before she grasped Chico's cock and started to guide to Julie bald pussy. Michelle felt Chico dance in her hand as her knuckles touched Julie's lips and then as the tip found her opening his thrust almost trapped her hand as he slammed home. As she watched Chico pounded Julie braced against the bed and Michelle could see her hands gripping the bed covers as he drove in. Michelle couldn't resist leaning close and looking breathlessly as she saw Chicos angry cock slamming in and out and she just had to reach out and touch Julie's clit that was standing proud.
Julie moaned as she felt Chico drive in and out and the occasional fleeting touch of Michelle's hand as he took her higher and higher in orgasmic bliss. Julie felt Chicos knot banging against her pussy lips and then the pure joy as it forced inside and began to swell locking with her before breeding would commence.
Michelle was in raptures as she watched closely one hand between her own legs as she moaned, "Oh yes Chico, fill her full of your cum, let me taste you both mixed together." Michelle couldn’t resist massaging Julie's lower tummy as she felt Chico swell and start to pump cum deep into her. Julie was moaning as Chico throbbed and pulsed inside and she could feel the jets of cum spurting deep sending her over the top as she gripped the bedcovers. After a while of panting onto Julie's back Chico pulled free causing an extra loud moan from Julie as she felt empty and Michelle quickly replaced him kneeling between Julie's legs.
Michelle was now the one kneeling on the floor with her head level with Julie's ass and Michelle found herself staring at one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. Julie was wide open, her pussy lips were pink and puffy and just starting to ooze out of her was Chico's cum ready to drip down onto the floor. Not wanting to waste a drop of the heavenly cocktail Michelle clamped her mouth over Julie pussy and sucked, causing Julie to whimper as the sensations shot through her body like little electric shocks. After taking the initial mouthful cum rather than swallow Michelle lifted her head and opened her lips so Julie could look into her mouth and see the cum. "You look beautiful," Julie moaned softly as she watched Michelle swallow Chico's cum then return to collect more by licking every crevice she could find, her nose pressed tightly to Julie's ass. Julie was gripping the bed covers in pure pleasure as Michelle's skilled tongue sought of every area where Chico could have put cum. To her joy Michelle found that if Julie coughed another hidden dollop of cum that Chico had driven deep into Julie's body would trickle out so feeding what she felt was insatiable thirst.
Once Michelle was satisfied she had obtained all she could from that position she turned Julie over so the she was lying on her back with her legs wide apart. Michelle buried her head into Julie sweet pussy and as she licked and lapped sending Julie into yet another orgasm Michelle felt Chico's cold nose as he had recovered and was now feeling left out. A couple of long licks then Chico was up and on Michelle's back as he got to breed both of his bitches today.
Julie bent her head up and she could see that Chico had mounted Michelle as was pounding away sending Michelle mouth deep onto Julie pussy. Michelle was groaning into Julie's pussy sending vibrations and sensations through her body and as Chico forced his knot her pussy she screamed into Julie's pussy sending her over the top so that all three of them came together.
*****
A few days later after a very pleasant transatlantic flight, she could get used to travelling first class Michelle thought to herself, Michelle found herself in a luxurious basement in a very discreet New Your townhouse.
"Now don't worry Michelle," Julie said calmly, "Benjie has fucked many asses over the years and is a very calm dog so everything will be fine. Just remember though once he starts there will be no stopping him so this is your last chance to back out."
"No chance," Michelle said and could feel how wet she was at the thought of what was about to happen, "but you will be with me won't you?" Michelle said gripping Julie's hand.
"Of course," Julie smiled, "I will get you ready and also will be on hand to make sure he doesn't knot, I don't think you are ready for that yet."
Julie indicated the mat on the floor for Michelle to kneel on as she said, "get into a normal doggy position. To achieve the correct position you now bring your knees forward and tuck them up into your stomach. Now that you have done that you rest the front of your body on your elbows." Michelle followed Julie's instructions and assumed the position.
"Now I need to get you ready," Julie said softly admiring the curve of Michelle's pert ass, "and to do that you need to be relaxed and well lubricated inside and out.
Julie moved behind Michelle and knelt at her upturned ass gently caressing the twin globes before reaching out and gently parting them.
Michelle felt Julie's tongue delicately probe at her anal star, just pushing the tip inside a little. Michelle moaned softly and started to relax as she felt Julie rhythmically probe before every so often breaking and licking round the outside of her anal star. Each time Julie gently pushed her tongue a little deeper opening Michelle's anal star and making her relax as her breathing slowed as she enjoyed the sensations. Michelle could feel the tongue drive deeper and groaned as Julie started to tongue fuck making her body tense as it started its journey towards an orgasm. Julie ran her tongue round Michelle's anal ring causing her to moan loudly then probed back in to be rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure.
Julie broke from her anal rimming and Michelle felt something small being inserted into her ass but was so relaxed it slid in without her really noticing. "What's that?" Michelle asked dreamily as she felt the cold fluid inside.
Julie looked down at the dropper inserted into Michelle's ass as she gently squeezed the bulb, "olive oil," Julie said as she slowly withdrew.
"Finest Italian, Extra Virgin," I hope Michelle giggled .
Julie glanced at the bottle of Sicilian olive oil and shrugged to herself and deciding that discretion was the better part of valour at that moment replied, "Of course, and now I think you are ready."
Benjie padded into the room with the calm dependable stoic nature that the club loved. Benjie wasn't a pure breed but a mongrel with a touch of greyhound, a splash of lab and many other breeds. The outcome was a dog that was placid and would not get overexcited, saying that he was a dog and at the smell of a bitch in heat he started to show straight away and his long thin red cock protruded from its hairy sheath. Panting Michelle groaned as she felt the lust inside her grow, "Oh yes Benjie take my slutty ass and make me yours."
"Come Benjie," said Julie patting her protegee's ass and Benjie needed no second invitation and mounted Michelle and began thrusting seeking a hole to breed. "Best we don't let him get overexcited, " Julie purred as she guided the tip of Benjie's now hard cock to Michelle's anal star, before releasing him as he found her well-oiled hole and buried his cock in one swift movement.
The stab of pain that Michelle experienced was almost spiritual as her ass was invaded by the dog cock in one swift movement. Michelle had done anal before a couple of time with boys but this was so different, on a physical level the dog was taking her pure and simple, and pounded her ass making her moan as the dog drove in and out at a rapid pace. On a mental level Michelle felt the most wonderful slutty feeling wash over her and knew that once she got back to Chico it was something she would be adding to their repartee. As Benjie pounded away Michelle could only talk in non-sensical words as she kept saying, "nuhh, nuhh, nuhhh," over and over in time with his slamming thrusts. Although Julie had assured her that she wouldn’t allow Benjie to knot she could feel it banging against her ass cheeks causing her to clench a little in fear It was that grip that sent Benjie over the top and he started to spurt hot jets of cum deep inside Michelle's anal passage.
Feeling the hot cum spurting send Michelle wild as to her surprise she orgasmed from what would appear to be just pure anal stimulation though at that moment in the time her whole body was just one massive nerve ending. After he was spent Benjie pulled away easily as he wasn’t locked and as Michelle knelt with her ass in the air Julie snapped a couple of quick pictures on her camera phone for posterity.
Benjie had left the room and Julie was stroking Michelle's back slowly as she came back to earth, "Welcome to the DS club Mitchie, you are now a fully-fledged member," Julie said soothingly, "and now I think you deserve a vacation of your own and I know just the island. |
Title: 06] Ajay’s Tale.
Tags: True Story, Boy, Gay, Mature
Introduction:
The final part to the Saga of Ajay and Raja.
Content:
Readers are advised to read the preceding parts to fully understand the full story. Those who are offended by mature/young gay sex avoid this.
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Ajay’s Tale.
This the final and concluding to the Saga of Ajay and Raja.
I woke up from a deep sleep to feel a weight on my chest, something was brushing my lips and mouth and a hand was grasping my semi erect cock. None of these were strange or unfamiliar sensations. This was Ajay’s favourite way of waking me up in the morning. You have already heard the story of how I met Ajay and Raja. Of how we had a lot of fun together. Of how those times came to an end. This is now the story of the two years that I continued to enjoy Ajay’s company and his body.
After Raja had shifted to Chennai, Ajay would often come up the hill after school on a Friday evening and stay till Sunday afternoon. His favourite way of waking me up on Saturday and Sunday mornings, was to sit on my chest and holding his already hard cock in one hand, rub it on my lips and face. While doing that he would reach behind to grasp my cock with his other hand and using a pulsating grip, bring me to erection. Once I was full aroused and hard he would rise off my chest, squat over my cock and lower himself firmly on to my shaft till it was fully sheathed in his ass. With a rising and dropping motion he would then proceed to “ride” my cock till we both reached climax.
Once awake I would grip his wildly flapping cock in one hand and balls in my other hand and start masturbating him. His body’s rhythms on my shaft would alert me to go faster or slower, the hand holding his balls would tell me how close to climaxing he was. We would synchronise our movements to come to an explosive and simultaneous ejaculation. My cock pumping my seed deep in his ass and he, spraying my face and chest, with his young boy’s cum. Of course every morning was not the same. There were mornings of extreme tenderness when soft kisses to lips and face would suffice, There were mornings when I would awake earlier than him [most of the time] and finding him sleeping spoon fashion in my arms, very slowly and gently enter his ass and simply lie there, with a few forward and backward movements to keep my cock hard, and let the pleasure of the sensations wake him up.
We would then go to the bathroom and have a bath together. Soaping each other’s bodies, removing all the dried crusts of the previous night’s emissions. Hands slippery with soap suds, delving deep in the crack of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing cock and balls in passing. Palms, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the soap to the back, would change action, to soft caresses when reaching the buttocks. My fingers, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the head of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my lower belly as he bent his body, or knelt before me to soap my legs would often enough be sufficient to bring about another erection. This would cause us to turn on the shower and wash off the soap and proceed to “deflate” the erect cock. Most often by sucking, if it was Ajay’s cock that got hard or by another fuck if it was mine that had stood up.
Though Ajay would insert a finger in my ass sometimes to enhance some part of our play or other, he refused to fuck me. I had never asked him to do it during the period we were in a threesome with Raja, but during the two years that Ajay and I were lovers I sometimes felt the desire to play bottom to that lithe slim body and the straight cock with the cheeky pink head peeping from the foreskin. He always politely refused my requests. He would do anything and everything else I asked of him. He would rim my ass and use his tongue to excite me. He would assume any position I asked him and allow me to fuck him in any way I wanted. He would suck my cock and drink all my cum. He would even allow me to suck him dry and swallow his creamy boy’s ejaculate but he would never use his cock to enter my ass. Of all the things I have done in my life and of all the gratification I have had, this is the one thing I always will regret not experiencing.
We would often only emerge from the shower about 2 hours after we had entered it. Many the times we came out of the bathroom with rampant cocks, but at that point far too hungry to pay attention to further demands for sex. After Raja had departed from the threesome, the quality of our games together and the sexuality we indulged in took on a more romantic and dedicated air. Never once in the two years we spent having sex with each other, did either of us consider inviting any other boy to join in our games or to take Raja’s place.
There were many of Ajay’s friends who had become suspicious of our relationship and the nature and reason behind his frequent visits to my house and when I had work in the plains, the occasional night/nights we spent in a hotel in the nearby city. Some were the boys with whom Raja and Ajay had begun to explore their sexuality. Others were boys who suspected the sexual connection between us and who would have liked to join in. Yet others were boys who I think, fancied Ajay and who were desperate to try to seduce him. Apparently some of the boys did approach him, telling him they “knew” what was going on between him and me and asking him either to have sex with them or for an introduction to me and for inclusion in our games.
Some threatened him with exposure if he did not do what they asked or wanted. Some said they would inform his parents as to the actual reason for his visits to me. While we played many games and spent much of the days and nights having great sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some other subjects. As his academic performance in school improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true relationship, and were always happy to let their son visit me.
I once asked Ajay if he fancied any other boy or boys nearer his own age and his reply brought me to the verge of tears. He calmly stated that, though he had started his sexual journey with Raja and some other boys, after meeting me for the second time, he had lost interest in having sex with anyone else. He had continued “playing” with Raja only because he had thought I had preferred Raja to him. Over the time we had been a threesome, I had always shared my affections equally between the two boys though it had been Ajay I had always preferred. Even though he had darker skin, he was by far the more attractive of the two and his body had more natural grace and beauty. Also his nature was far nicer than Raja’s. When I told Ajay that it was always him that I had liked better and was always him I had looked forward to seeing again, it was his turn to have teary eyes.
Ajay’s slim body, handsome cock and easily penetrated ass were not just playthings for me during the time we shared together. He had a quick and enquiring mind and learned easily all that I could teach him, not only in bed but about life in general. I taught him to read and write English almost as well as I could, coached him in maths, and other school subjects and made sure his education covered all the aspects of necessary to help him advance in school as well as after that. Our relationship was based on sexual gratification in the beginning but soon moved to a different perspective. Our meetings would usually, even if there had been only a gap of just two or three days between them, consist of frantic efforts to reach the others body, removing clothes as fast as possible and indulging in acts that brought about quick culmination and ejaculation. Mouths applied to already hard cocks in a 69 or as soon as he was stripped of his clothes I would make him lie on his back with his legs at ear level so his ass was exposed completely and run my tongue from the base of his balls to this ass hole a few times taking him almost to the point of spilling his seed, then would quickly enter his ass and fuck him as deeply as possible. Most of the time we would ejaculate simultaneously me deep in his ass and he spraying his own chest and sometimes even me with his cum. Then would begin the more thoughtful phase of our love making where we sought to pleasure the other rather than indulging in instant gratification. We were supremely content with each other, and during the two years we spent playing games and having fun, I never thought of any other boy.
Ajay was 19 years and one day old when I met him and first had sex with him and Raja. He was 20 years and four months old when Raja left for Chennai and we knew that soon he would complete his schooling and would have to start working also that his parents would be looking for a bride for him. We knew we had just a year or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four months old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his face, once so smooth and innocent, with only the faintest tracings of down, had begun to show development, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The scanty hairs which had decorated his chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features, which had till then retained a childish and innocent cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull.
His slender and boyish cock, with its rosy pink head peeping out of the foreskin was now more of a man’s cock. His slim and hairless body had matured, developed muscles and tracings of hair on chest and belly. The once scanty pubic hair that was like silky down, and with which I had loved to play, was now a thick forest of rough curls from which his cock and balls emerged. The strip of skin from his balls to his ass hole, once smooth and hairless, a favourite path for my tongue, and the licking of which was a sure fire way to excite and inflame his passion, was now covered in hair, and no longer inviting.
His parents had fixed his marriage for the next auspicious day, about 5 months in the future. We knew that the time to part was drawing closer. The frequency of our lovemaking seemed to become further and further apart as the final day drew closer. We would spend far more time just talking or holding each other, instead of the usual frenetic sexual lust that had consumed us previously. Right up to his 22nd birthday, which he had spent with me, [It had become a tradition. He had also spent his 20th and 21st birthdays with me] our every meeting had been based on the lust and desire we had felt for each other’s bodies. Now as the shadow of his maturing body, changing appearance and his pending marriage fell over us, we understood that something wonderful was ending.
Sometimes a boy passing on the road will trigger a memory of those times and acts. I sometimes see a young boy and have to stop myself from calling out Ajay’s name. Have to remind myself that Ajay is a thing of the past and something that ended a long time ago. Eventually we parted, without regret, without any bad feelings. We still meet sometimes. But never refer to our past, the games we played or the desires that sustained our relationship for around the four years we had known each other intimately. Ajay’s wife has produced only daughters. I often wonder, if he had had a son, would he have allowed his son to visit me.
Finis. |
Title: 07 - The Chico Tales
Tags: Fiction, Bestiality, Lesbian
Introduction:
- Perro Mundo-Julie & Michelle go on a vacation to very special island
Content:
Michelle had slept most of the way from New York down to Jamica, tired from both her physical exertions of being anally fucked by a dog yesterday and the mental exhaustion from the tension that had built up leading up to the final test to be accepted into the DS club. Just before she fell asleep Michelle whispered to Julie, "So has everyone been though the same thing?"
"Yes," purred Julie, "Every member, myself, your mother and everyone you meet who is a fully-fledged member."
Michelle drifted off to sleep, her head on Julie's shoulder, as she imagined her best friend and mentor Julie moaning with pleasure as she was fucked in the ass by a dog. The weird thing in her dream was that Michelle suddenly pictured Julie as Mary Poppins and she giggled in her sleep as Mary Poppins / Julie was fucked by a large dog.
Michelle was still tired and struggled to keep her eyes open as Julie whisked her through Montego Bay airport, seeming to breeze through passport control showing both passports with almost a cursory wave and out into the bright sunshine. The large Mercedes was waiting and a smiling chauffeur opened the door as their bags were loaded into the boot. Silently the air-conditioned car whisked them to the docks and into a parking bay where seaplanes were parked bobbing gently on the waves.
Within minutes they were both strapped into the seats, as the seaplane bounced across the bay before lifting into the air. Conversation was impossible with the noise and Michelle rested her head on Julie's shoulder and started to fall asleep. As she drifted off she felt a hand under her light summer dress stroking her pussy over her panties making her moan quietly with pleasure. As her groans got louder they were drowned out by the engine noise and Michelle felt Julie's finger slip under her panties and into her moist folds seeking her clit. Michelle shuddered to an orgasm and then fell asleep, her ass still throbbing from yesterday's anal fucking.
Michelle felt Julie shaking her gently awake and leaning close to ear said, "We are nearly there."
"Where?" Said Michelle looking down at the tiny island that was a blob of green in a sparkling blue ocean that glittered in the sun.
"Perro Mundo," Julie said quietly, "Dog World, our own very private and very discrete island where we can relax and play to our hearts content. It has its own kennels and dog handlers and can accommodate guests both human and canine. Now buckle up we are coming into land."
The seaplane bounced on the skids then taxied to a floating pontoon where Julie and Michelle alighted before watching the plane taxi turn around and take off, fast disappearing into the blue sky.
"What now?" Laughed Michelle looking at the shore, "Do we swim the rest of the way?"
"You can if you want," Julie said, "But I am going to wait for the boat," pointing to a small motor launch that was making its way out to the floating pontoon.
As they stood on the boat moving towards the island Julie pulled her dress over her head and unclasped her bra, she wasn’t wearing any knickers as was her norm, and then placed the clothes in a plastic bag.
"Clothing is optional here," Julie said standing before Michelle in just her sandals, dark glasses and a large floppy sun hat that had appeared from somewhere.
Michelle removed her own clothing quickly and pushed into the bag along with Julie's clothes, which Julie handed to the captain who hadn't blinked during the two women's disrobing. "The staff here all very discrete aren't they Ronald?" Addressing the boat skipper by name.
"Yes, we are Ma'am," Beamed Ronald knowing that they were incredibly well rewarded for looking after the guests, to the point that when they stopped working they would never have to want for money in their simple island life style.
"Oh I have a little surprise for you?" Said Julie with a smile as the boat pulled up at the small jetty.
"What is it?" Said Michelle as they walked across the sand towards the beach hut where other women were sitting naked at the bar. Before Julie could answer Michelle spotted Chico sitting there and yelled loudly with joy and pleasure, "Chico."
On hearing his name Chico turned and raced to his mistress his tongue flapping as he leapt on her knocking her to the ground. Michelle ruffled his fur and head murmuring, "Oh I have missed you boy so much, I can't wait to get you alone."
"You don't have to wait," Julie said looking at Michelle.
Michelle looked past Julie and could see round the swimming pool at one sun bed a woman was lying with her legs apart as a golden retriever had his head buried between her thighs licking her to an orgasm. On another sun bed, a woman was knelt over it and a large brown dog was vigorously fucking her as a couple of women sat rubbing themselves as they watched with interest.
Michelle felt the lust rise in her and moved to all fours on the sand, patting her ass in invitation to Chico who quickly mounted her. Michelle reached between her legs and guided his already hard cock home sighing as he slammed deep. Feeling his soft fur rubbing on her back Michelle felt his dew claws dig a little as Chico pulled his bitch back onto his cock.
Julie walked the few feet to the bar and greeted the women in turn who were watching Michelle and Chico rutting just a few feet away. "Ladies meet Michelle our newest member and of course her lovely Chico who I am sure some of you have met already." A couple of the woman nodded and as a group they raised their glasses to Michelle as a toast of welcome.
Michelle looked up and smiled then groaned loudly as Chico drove his knot home and began to pump his seed into Michelle reclaiming her as his bitch. "We share our dogs here if they are outside your villa," Julie said as Michelle grunted and groaned as Chico filled her full of his cum.
*****
A few hours later Julie showed Michelle her private villa which was like a massive open plan studio apartment with a breakfast kitchen area at one end leading to a massive double bed at the other end. There was a huge walk in shower that could be accessed from either the bedroom or from the private pool are outside. One wall was pure glass folding doors that opened out onto the deck surrounding the pool, and tucked in one corner was some kennels and in the other a small BBQ area.
"Grab some sleep if you want," Julie said pointing to the bed, "I need to catch up on some emails and will then organise dinner." Michelle wanted to protest but the bed looked so inviting she lay on it and was asleep in minutes.
A few hours later Michelle woke to the rhythmic sounds of someone swimming lengths of the pool. Wandering out naked and still half-asleep Michelle watched Julie power up and down the pool in strong steady strokes, her naked body glistening in the water. Michelle sensed rather than saw the shapes either side of her and looking down couldn’t help but let out a yelp as she saw two huge Dobermans observing her as silently as they had appeared. Julie stopped her swimming and looked and started to laugh, "Meet Dieter and Max, my babies who live on this island and are very popular boys. Now come in the water and don't worry about them, they are harmless… well pretty much."
Michelle dived gracefully into the water, swam to Julie and put her arms around her, kissing her hard on the lips, "This place is paradise," she moaned into Julie's mouth.
Julie reached under the water and stroked Michelle pussy lips gently and said, "That reminds me I haven't given you a present for passing the final test, is the anything you would like?" As Julie's two fingers entered her Michelle leant forward and whispered in Julie's ear then gripped her shoulders to stop herself from sinking. Julie smiled as she said, "If that's what you want then that's what you shall have." Removing her fingers Julie swam to the side and climbed from the pool onto the decking, the water dripping from her body. Whistling softly Julie called, "Dieter, Max, here, play time," as she got to all fours by the edge of the pool and put her ass in the air.
From her position in the water at the edge of the pool Michelle had a wonderful view as she could see up under Julie, and watched in awe as one of the two dogs mounted her and thrust his fat red cock deep into her pussy.
Julie moaned deeply as Dieter, it was always Dieter first as the elder of the two brothers, drove into her forcing the air from her body. She could feel the soft fur rubbing against her back as he slammed in and out, his cock swelling even further as he fucked her. Julie could feel the knot demanding entry and with a contended sigh relaxed and allowed Dieter to force it in it, her pussy lips sealing round it.
Michelle was in raptures as she could see Julie's tummy swell as Dieter pumped her full of cum and sliding her hand between her legs began to rub herself as she watched. Michelle could hear Julie moaning with pleasure and orgasming on Dieter's cock., and as Michelle stared up. she saw Dieter tug himself free and a spray of his cum hit her in the face as his cock swung free of Julie's pussy lips. Before the first dribble of cum could escape from Julie, Max was on Julie's back and drove his cock hard into her forcing his brother's cum back into her pussy.
Max may have been the younger of the two dogs but was the more energetic, and also the slightly better hung. Michelle reached out with her free hand and touched Max's cock as it slammed into Julie mashing her fingers against Julie's pussy lips. Sliding her fingers under Michelle squeezed and tweaked Julie's clit causing her to scream in ecstasy as Max pumped her hard. Max forced his knot deep into Julie and began to pump her full of his seed as Michelle disengaged her hands and swam to the side, before climbing out of the pool.
Michelle lay down on her back so that her head was touching Julie's and when Julie lifted her head they locked eyes. Michelle's eyes were blazing with lust and she could feel the warmth of the tiles on her back and the sun on her front as she planted the soles of her feet on the ground , her knees bent and far apart as she rubbed her clit.
Max had pulled out from Julie after filling her full and Julie moved so she was squatting above Michelle's face, a foot either side of her head, so Michelle looked up into Julie's open pussy. She could see the first drops of the mixed cum started to hang down and opening her mouth waited for it to fall. As the first dollop fell Michelle swallowed eagerly and opened her mouth again.
"Your gift," Julie murmured as the first dribble of urine splashed from her open pussy onto Michelle's face. The dribble turned to a steady golden stream as Julie pee'd onto Michelle's face and open mouth, the urine mixed with the combined dog cum.
Michelle was close to cumming when she heard Julie issue a command to the dogs who were standing either side of her and as she looked Julie grasped both of their cocks firmly and directed the flow of urine that erupted from the fat angry red cocks. One stream was directed to Michelle's nipples and the powerful flow sent shock waves through her body, and Julie directed the stream from the other cock to Michelle's belly hitting her rubbing hand. Moving her hand away Michelle felt the forceful stream strike her clit sending her into a huge climax. Michelle arched up to the stream orgasming as the warm flow played across her clit while at the same time swallowing all that Julie could supply her from her pussy.
Eventually the urine stopped and Michelle lay there in dazed post orgasmic bliss rubbing the pee and seed into her skin moaning as she touched any sensitive parts.
"Happy?" Julie smiled down at Michelle.
"I love you," Michelle burbled.
*****
The two women washed each other in the shower before sitting and devouring the pasta meal that had been delivered by an immaculate waiter clad in white.
"This place is wonderful," sighed Michelle as she lay on her back next to Julie on the sun bed, her legs wide apart as Chico lapped happily at her pussy. "I wish I could stay here forever," she said dreamily as she felt Chico's rough tongue start to hit all the right spots.
"Well," said Julie, leaning up on one elbow and turning so she could watch Michelle and talk at the same time. "Maybe not forever, but how does six months sound? With a possible extension if you wanted for a further six months. We will get it classed as a post graduate course so you will get educational credit for it as well, let's call it voluntary veterinary care."
"Really?" Said Michelle her brain suddenly alert, "How would that work?"
"As you can see some of us keep dogs here in the kennels and they need exercising and their needs catering for. Sometimes there are periods where there are not enough guests for the dogs to have access to which is where our resident kennel bitch comes in. It's her job to make sure that any spare dogs are serviced on a regular basis."
"How do I apply?" Said Michelle panting at the thought.
"The job is yours," said Julie leaning over and kissing Michelle's nipple then standing, "I will let Robert know you will be starting today." |
Title: 07] You Never Know Who Desires You.
Tags: True Story, Boy, Gay, Mature
Introduction:
A young boy is bold enough to get what he wants.
Content:
If you are disturbed by young/mature gay sex please do not read. This is a true story though some alterations have been made to comply with legal requirements. Please leave your comments/feedback.
You Never Know Who Desires You.
Quite a few years ago, in the dark ages when the internet had just come to this country, there were very few sites catering to gays. One of these was Tamil Sex .Com, a site where there was only a “Chat Room” where you could talk to other like minded guys and gays. Of course there was no facility for the exchange of pictures or any other means of verification of the other’s identities. If you found a guy who was interested in meeting, it was always a gamble as to what kind of guy showed up, if they showed up at all. Most of the time the proposed meeting never materialised, with the guy never showing up, or the person who turned up was someone who was around thirty or forty rather than the eighteen or twenty they had claimed to be, making lame excuses for hiding their true age.
After a few months of these disappointments and flops I grew disenchanted at the idea of trying to meet anyone through this medium. But then I started chatting to a particular boy who always seemed to be on line though he never seemed to chat to others. At least he never appeared to message other when I was on line. We seemed to find quite a lot in common. He claimed to be 19, just the sort of age I liked, and he claimed to like older men, men like me. After chatting about 3 times a week, for a month or so I decided to take a chance and risk another failure. We decided on a date and a time. Selected a place which would permit us to meet without too much chance of any known person seeing us and asking awkward questions.
In today’s much more open and tolerant society I still look back in wonder at the amount of secrecy and care we had to take to remain undiscovered. The lengths we had to go just to express our inner desires and needs. Although there was a lot going on behind locked doors and in the dark corners of our lives, most guys had a much more sharing and giving attitude then is found in today’s gay world. If you knew someone was into man to man sex there would be little hesitation to introduce him to others you knew and visa -a- versa, with never a breath of these matters ever reaching the ears of parents or even siblings.
I reached the appointed place, dressed in the clothes I had told the boy I would be wearing, when much to my surprise I saw my neighbours son . He was a boy I had known for the last five years or so. He was now 19. Even more to my surprise he seemed to be waiting for someone. Though I made every effort not to catch his attention or be noticed, he saw me and came up to me. He asked me what I was doing there. At first I did not know what I should say, and then using some quick thinking said I had come to purchase some items from a nearby shop.
You can imagine my shock when he said to me “Uncle, please don’t tell lies!!!” He then further astounded me by telling me that I had come there to meet a boy, and not just any boy, but a gay boy. Trying as best as I could to hide my astonishment I asked what he was doing there. His reply, that he had come to meet me, rendered me speechless for a while. It was only then I noticed that he was wearing the exactly same colour clothes that the boy from the net was supposed to wear.
When I was able to gather my scattered wits I asked for an explanation. It was then that he told me that he was the boy who had been chatting to me for the past two months and that all along he knew who I was. He said he had logged on to Tamil Sex only to reach me. He also told me that he knew he was attracted to men and had had his first experience with another boy a few years before.
In the years between the first experience and meeting me he had had many many other experiences. And had come to realise that he was attracted to older men, rather than boys his own age. He had been attracted to me from the time he knew it was men he was interested in and had tried to let me know by his actions and attitude. It seems that I am very dull witted and had never “seen” or paid any attention to his approaches. He also knew from an older school mate, Mohan that I liked boys and would sometimes have sex with some of them. Mohan was one of the boys I occasionally had sex with. In today’s gay world there is no way Mohan would have ever told anyone about me. But though Mohan did tell Arun about me, he had refused to speak to me about Arun or to let me know that Arun was interested in me. Mohan had heard that I would rebuff any young boy approaching me directly or on the behalf of another, and that I would only bed boys I had approached myself or had been told about by other older guys and then only if the boy was over 18 years of age. As Arun was younger Mohan did not want to risk telling me about him.
Arun did not know how to tell me that he liked me and wanted to have some fun with me or what my reaction would be if he directly approached me. He had heard that I had rebuffed another boy who had approached me, but did not know then, that it was because that boy was under age. Then he heard of Tamil Sex and from the same school chum, who knew about me, learned that I used to browse the site and chat to people. He also found out I used the pen name of “Randy” when on T.S. He set about getting me to chat to him and had tried to make me believe in him enough to come and meet him face to face. His demeanour was so open and he so obviously knew what he was getting into, that even though I knew he was only 19 and that I should not be encouraging such a young boy to indulge in sex I had no heart or mind to disappoint him or turn him down, especially as he had already lost his virginity and was now an experienced gay.
I had seen Arun almost every day for around five years, but had never looked at him with thoughts of a sexual nature. He was a very nice looking boy, just the sort of boy that was most attractive to me and almost of the ideal age. Because he was my neighbour’s son and someone who knew me and trusted me it had never crossed my mind to think of him in any way connected to sexual attraction or desire. Looking at him after his astounding revelation, made me realise just how attractive he was and how sexual the nature of this attraction was.
I was also keenly aware of the sense of excitement and anticipation he was radiating. The very fact that I had known him for so many years, had seen him growing up and knew his parents seemed to add to the atmosphere of the moment. He admitted that it had been a long and weary 2 months before I was convinced enough to agree to meet him. He asked me if I really had a convenient place where we could have sex.
When I told him I did, he was overjoyed. We went straight to the place and almost before entering the room fully, already had our hands on each other’s bodies. I barely had time to close the door before he had lowered my pants and underwear to expose my already erect cock and was down on his knees in front of me, engulfing as much as he could within the warm wet cave of his mouth. It did not take long for his fairly expert sucking to make me want to ejaculate. When I tried to remove it, he would not let me do so and clamped his lips hard on the swollen head till I shot my cum into his waiting mouth.
I was also hot and eager to see him naked and almost tore his clothes off him. His young and boyish body was smooth with just a small tuft of hair beginning to show above his cock. For his age he was nicely endowed and like mine his cock was cut. The glans was a blushing red colour that stood out against his fairish skin. Other than the scanty pubic hair he was completely hairless, even his underarms were like silk. His teen aged boyish face had thickset pouting lips that held a perpetual invitation to kiss and could do wonders to a flagging cock. His balls, small and round, protruded proudly from between his legs; his stiff cock almost vertical against his belly was inviting attention as soon as possible. I wasted no time getting my lips around it. I had barely begun to suck him when he shot his cum into my mouth and over my face. He was contrite and abashed but said that he had been dreaming of the day I would suck him off for a long, long time.
We moved to the bed and after he had used his wet, hot mouth and wonderful lips to bring me to full erection again, he turned over on his stomach and showed me his cute ass and asked me to fuck him as hard as I could. Just a small amount of lubricating cream was needed to slick the entrance hole and the head of my cock. I placed the head of my rigid prick against the pucker of his ass and was expecting to use some force to enter the passage but was surprised by the ease with which I was able to enter him. After a short while of fucking him in this inverted missionary position I turned him on his back and gently pushed his legs up to his shoulders. This exposed his ass and his pretty and inviting hole to me. This position allowed me to penetrate deep in his backside and see his face at the same time. As I pushed my cock into him again I could see the look of pleasure that spread across his countenance. His prick was also fully erect and lying on his stomach. As I started to stroke my long hard cock in and out of his ass I could see him getting harder. Using one hand I started to masturbate him and soon he sprayed his own chest, face and even his hair with cum. Later he told me that was the first time he had been fucked in that position and he had never had such an ejaculation before.
Arun was not the first boy I had enjoyed having sex with. But he was one of the very few I had ever invited to fuck my ass. He was certainly the youngest boy to be given the chance to enjoy that pleasure. His body was smooth and hairless with the exception of the pubic tuft that drew your gaze towards his penis, his nature so undemanding and compliant that it took on an aura of childlike simplicity that was very inviting and extremely erotic. A few months into our relationship I became conscious of a deep seated desire to have him fuck me in similar ways to what I had been doing to him.
I wanted to feel that cut cock penetrate my ass [all the previous guys who had fucked me had been uncircumcised] and feel the head flare in ejaculation as the head of my cock flared in his ass. It took only a little bit of persuasion to make him agree to do as I wanted. After applying plenty of lubricant to my hole and his cock I knelt down, lowered my head to the floor, trust back my hips so the crack of my ass spread wide and exposed the entrance to my back passage. Arun took his position behind me and pressed the now dark purple head of his cock to my waiting flesh. He slowly slid into my ass and I was enjoying the new sensation of a circumcised cock head expanding my hole when I felt his body stiffen and he began to ejaculate. When it was over and his limp cock slid out from my ass he was most apologetic.
I only then discovered that this was the very first time he had ever tried to fuck anyone. It took a few more failed attempts before I could enjoy the complete sensations of being fucked by a cut cock. If my memory serves me correctly it was only on the fourth or fifth attempt that he was able to last a longer time and was able to employ full long strokes to penetrate deep into my ass.
The failed attempts due to his premature ejaculations became quite a joke between us and later when he was able to fuck me deeply for a full 10 minutes before ejaculating, I would often rib him about the first few quickly ended sessions. The sensation a cut cock creates as it penetrates the body is quite exceptional as is the final seconds before ejaculation. I enjoyed these feelings many times over the years Arun and I were lovers.
My relationship with Arun was a taste of heaven. A young boy with a nubile and accommodating body, slim and hairless, a nice clean cock, that was attractive in looks and cut like mine, for me to suck and that could fuck me when I felt the need or desire to have him penetrate me. A wet hot mouth that would suck my cock with consummate perfection. An ass that I could fuck so easily and in any position I fancied. Above this, someone who lived just next door to me. I just could not have asked for anything better in this life. I knew he would be ready and willing to come to me at any time, there were a hundred and one reasons for him to come to my house without anybody, even his parents, doubting the reasons for his visits. Any time he was horny and wanted some action, or any time I felt the same we now had each other to count on.
Many times I have looked at him kneeling on the bed, with his bubble ass in the air, spread wide, the hole pink and moist, still pulsing from the aftermath of my fucking and his now flaccid cock hanging between his legs, with a few drops of his emission still dripping from it or have been lying flushed from the exertion of fucking him or been spread face down, sated by his fucking, with his body supine over me and have wondered what I had ever done to deserve such pleasure and a boy like him. Sometimes as we lay in a 69, his fresh and youthful cum tasting ever so slightly salty and yet so creamy in my mouth, his lips locked around my own hot hard shaft, refusing to release me till he could drain ever drop of sperm from my cock and it lay limp and wet in his sweet mouth. What indeed had I done to warrant this privilege?
We had hot sex that day and for many days and months thereafter. In truth our relationship lasted for around 5 years. It ended when his family relocated to the USA. The years we had together were a great time and I think I can say with confidence that it was something more than just the sex that made it so wonderful. Perhaps it was the sense of danger we sometimes felt, having sex almost within the hearing and sight of his parents. Perhaps it was the sense of familiarity we felt when lying naked in bed together, we had known each other for years before we started having sex but after our first romp in bed it seemed to us that we had known each other for eternity. I do not think I will ever know what actually made it so exciting.
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Title: 08] Gay Beginnings Part 1.
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, First Time, Gay, School
Introduction:
How I was introduced to gay sex..The true story!
Content:
Readers.....it is with some hesitation that I am posting this story. It took much soul searching to decide to allow complete strangers to have a peek into my life. But this is who I am and what I was.....If you are offended by gay sexand youthfull explorations please dont read it. If you do read it please leave your comments and thoughts for me.Certain facts have been altered to comply with legal requirements.
Gay Beginnings
Many of you have read my other stories about some of the exceptional boys who were a part of my life. But now I think it is time for me to recount how I was introduced to gay sex in the first place. I grew up in a small town in rural Maharashtra, and was about 19 years old at the time. I was a tall and well built boy for my age and though I looked quite mature I was actually an innocent who knew little or nothing about sex or sexuality and had never been exposed to any form of gay sex or homosexual pleasure till then. My practical experience and knowledge was limited to two encounters with an older neighbour, a girl of about 22. Once she had kissed me on the mouth and put her hands on the front of my pants near my cock, bringing about an immediate erection followed by an even quicker ejaculation, which wet the front of my pants and sent me running home with a red face, feeling shocked and ashamed. The second time her hands succeeded in reaching into my shorts and actually touching my bare cock and that had the same effect as the earlier occasion. From those experiences I learned that my cock could get hard and could ejaculate. In theory I knew about copulation. I knew that sexual intercourse was how babies were produced. But I knew nothing about masturbation, knew nothing about the terms homosexual or even heterosexual or what these terms implied, and knew nothing about the mechanics of sex or of sexuality. There was always a vague feeling of shame associated with anything remotely sexual, but there was also a sense of something inviting and exciting about it as well
School and sports, cycle rides, fishing in the river or swimming, the occasional movie, these were the simple pleasures that drove most youngsters in those days. Thinking back, I would say that most of my friends and acquaintances were much in the same boat. Though we went to a co-educational school there was never any question of girlfriend or boyfriend. Sex was never thought about let alone talked about. Sex was something for married people, for those in college or working, not something school kids had time to think or worry about.
That year, just before the Dewali holidays and during the quarterly examinations, our neighbours had to go out of station to attend to some important function. Their son, Bunty was about 18 years old and could not miss his exams. This put his parents in a quandary, till my mother offered to look after him for the time they would be away. He was to come and stay in our house for the period. I knew him in only a casual way as he studied in a different school from me. We had played some games together a few times. He had joined our group sometimes when we went swimming, or for a movie. But we were not really friends.
Bunty was also tall for his age though slightly shorter than I was, fairish and slender, with unusual light coloured eyes, a long slim nose and thin lips. There was no sign of any hair on his face, not even down, where his moustache and beard would eventually grow. His hair, which his parents allowed him to keep slightly longish, was always falling across his face, and he would flip it back with a toss of his head. We lived in a big old fashioned house with plenty of spare rooms, but it had been decided that Bunty would share my room as he was not used to sleeping alone in a separate room.
His parents were to leave on a Sunday night so on Sunday afternoon my mom got a spare bed set up in my room and asked me to make place at my study table for him to put his books. He came to our house at about 6 pm and his parents left for the station to catch their train shortly after that.
After settling him in and showing him where he could keep his books and clothes etc, we joined my other friends for a quick game of football. After the game we came home and had a wash before sitting down for dinner. Bunty seemed to be a bit nervous, was very quiet and did not eat much. As usual after eating I helped to clear the dishes from the table and helped my mom to wash and dry them. Bunty was amazed at this and said that in his home it was only his mom who did that sort of work.
After we went to my room I explained to him that though he was a guest in our home we would expect him to help with some of the chores and to keep the house tidy and clean. I took a book and started to read, Bunty also picked up a comic but did not seem to be able to settle down and was fidgeting about, shifting from bed to chair and back to bed again. I asked him if anything was wrong and he told me he had never been away from his parents before and was missing them. Soon it was time to sleep. When I turned off the lights in the room Bunty was surprised that I had no nightlight. He said that in his home there was always a light burning. I asked him to try to sleep without one for that night and that I would fix a light the next day.
Next morning when I woke him up his eyes seemed to be a bit red and it appeared that he had been crying in the night. I told him not to worry and not to feel sad that his parents were not there. We soon left for our individual schools. When I returned home that evening I found Bunty had reached before me. My mom told me that he had come home early and that he had already had his evening snack. What was surprising was that he had helped to wash up the plates without being asked. He seemed to be feeling better and not missing his parents as much. After dinner he told my mom to relax as now there were two people to do the dishes and without any fuss helped me to complete the task. As I had promised him I had already fixed a nightlight in the room. I had positioned it in such a way that his bed was illuminated and mine was in shadow, as I was unused to having a light in the room. He was happier and soon settled down to sleep. At one point during the night I was woken by some sound and looking around saw Bunty was making some sort of movements. I had no idea what those movements indicated and though that he was crying again. In the morning I noticed a small damp spot on his sheets, about the level of his hips, and wondered if he had begun to wet the bed during the night.
On the third night we shared the room, and soon after I had turned off the lights I heard what I thought were a few stifled sobs coming from Bunty. I asked him if he was all right or if there was something wrong. Getting up from his bed he came and sat on the edge of my bed and very shyly and hesitantly asked if he could sleep next to me as he was feeling frightened by the size of the room, being in an unfamiliar place, and missing his parents, was unable to sleep. My bed was big enough to accommodate two people with ease, so moving over I made room for him. Having someone share my bed was totally unfamiliar to me but at that age nothing could keep me awake long and soon I was soundly asleep.
Much later in the night I was woken by an unfamiliar sensation. Bunty was lying pressed up to me, his leg thrown across my thighs, and his hand was wandering across my stomach and the waist band of my shorts. Very soon it moved lower and then grasped my cock through the material of my pants and started a pressing and releasing action.
Needless to say I started to get aroused by this and then realised I could feel his cock stiff and hard pressing against my thigh, pulsing in synchronisation with his hand movements on my shaft. Looking at him I understood that he was awake but pretending to be asleep. Removing his hand from my cock I asked him what he was doing. With a motion to me to keep silent he slipped from the bed, crossed the room and bolted the door. Though I had slept in my own room for many years I had never done more than shut the door when sleeping. As he returned to my bed I noticed his shorts were tented in a peculiar way. I was slow to realise that he had an erection. Coming back to the side of my bed, he slipped off his shorts, revealing his cock standing at right angles to his body, and again lay down beside me and hitched his body close to mine. He slipped one hand into my shorts and held my cock in his warm fingers.
I was taken aback by his actions and jumping up from the bed asked him what he was playing at. I also realised that those few seconds of contact with his hand and the sight of his cock had produced unfamiliar sensations and reactions in my own body and that my cock was now tenting my pants just as his had a few minutes before. He was surprised by my actions and lay there stark naked looking up at me with astonishment written across his face. Asking him to put his shorts back on I demanded an explanation. His revelations that night astounded and amazed me a great deal. At first he asked me why I was reacting in this manner. Had I never touched another boy, or had another boy touch me? Had I never masturbated? When I told him I had never had any such experience it was his turn to be incredulous. He then proceeded to enlighten me in regard to the whole process of erections, ejaculations and various forms of masturbation. He also told me some of the things two boys could do together to achieve these objectives.
For some reason, perhaps because I was “ripe” for this knowledge or because he was younger than I was, yet knew so much more, and thus piqued my curiosity, or perhaps just because of the situation and the opportunity it presented I found myself greatly interested by what I was being told without feeling the usual shame and guilty reaction I had felt on the earlier occasions when I had been touched by the girl. As we spoke about all these matters I found myself getting more aroused. Bunty was quick to notice my body’s reaction and suggested I could experience for myself the feelings he had told me about. A bit reluctantly I agreed and he again removed his shorts revealing to my wide eyed look a slim smooth body with no trace of hair anywhere, his cock now hanging limp and flaccid was partially hiding his balls. He was not circumcised and had a foreskin covering the front part of his cock where I was circumcised and had an exposed glans. Again he lay besides me and with very slow movements dropped his leg over my thighs, and resumed his earlier hand movements on my belly.
Though I lay as rigid as stone, I could feel the reaction in my own body begin. As his hand moved lower and on to my penis I could feel his flaccid cock begin to harden against my leg. Soon his hands had made me hard, and my prick was tenting the front of my shorts. Bunty then requested permission to remove my clothes so I could experience the sensations better. With some hesitation I let him do it and for the first time since I had been a child, I was naked in another’s presence.
My cock was now fully engorged and as stiff and hard as it could possibly get. Making me lie on my side facing him he held my cock and began to move his clasped hand along its length, and indicated to me that I should do the same to him.
The outcome of this action soon made itself evident. Leaking a few drops of pre cum my cock suddenly discharged itself with such great force that I could actually hear the cum splash against Bunty’s body. He was surprised and I think this brought on his own ejaculation. Many strange and varied feelings were coursing through my body and mind. The foremost was that of pleasure. As we lay there with each other’s limp cocks in our hands, our semen pooled on the sheets between us, I realised that I had no feelings of shame or guilt at what was being done to me or what I was doing to Bunty. After a short while I could feel my cock stirring to life again and Bunty’s soon followed.
This time he made me lie on my back with my cock pointing to the ceiling and grasping it firmly in his hand proceeded to masturbate me till I shot my second load high in the air and it splashed back down on both our bodies. When I had done him a similar service we both pulled on our shorts and were soon sound asleep. It was a bit strange to wake up in the morning and find Bunty lying snuggled up to me. Stranger was the feelings in my own body. I was now more conscious of what hung between my legs and what sensations and pleasure it could produce Of course what I did not know then was that I had only been exposed to a very small part of the iceberg that was sexual pleasure and yet had much to learn. And that those further lessons were going to be taught to me in course the next few days and nights.
The meaning of the wet spot I had seen on Bunty’s bed the previous morning was now clear. As were the reasons for the movements I had seen. He had been indulging in what I later learned was called “self abuse” though how anybody could think of it as abuse I have never fathomed to this day. The huge, satisfied and contented smile with which Bunty greeted me on waking up made me somewhat self conscious. He asked me how I had enjoyed his lessons and practical demonstrations of the night. I could not deny having enjoyed the entirely new experiences. He then told me to anticipate the many other lessons and other wonders he would show me when we returned from our schools that evening. And he did exactly that.
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Title: 09] Gay Beginnings Part-2 Further Lessons Other Wonders.
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, First Time, Gay
Introduction:
My lessons continue.
Content:
If you are disturbed by gay sex and associated imagery please do not read this. For thosw who have read the first part this will explain more about my introduction to the world of gay sex. Please leave your comments/feedback.
Gay Beginnings Part-2
Further Lessons Other Wonders.
Bunty was true to his word. When we returned from our respective schools on the evening of what was to be the fourth night he was spending in my room, he asked me to go with him to a rather secluded and lonely spot near the river. He said he had much to tell me and that would be the ideal spot where we would not be overheard. Initially the things he told me made me go red with embarrassment and confusion. But Bunty was clever. He told me just enough to whet my appetite but not more than I could digest. He told me that he had been introduced to these wonders by his cousin two years previously and that he and a few other boys from his school had been engaging in these pleasures for the past eighteen months or so. He explained to me that when his cousin had first showed him how to masturbate he could not produce any cum. He only experienced what he called “dry jerks” for about six months before he started to actually ejaculate. He told me of the pleasure of kissing and of rubbing cocks between thighs. Of hugging another warm body while sleeping side by side. He said that if I was interested and willing to follow his lead he would demonstrate the veracity of his statements that very night itself.
Although I was surprised by his statements and somewhat embarrassed at my lack of knowledge despite being his senior, I was also very excited at a deep and fundamental level. A space, the existence of which I had never known about seemed to occupy my very being and what I was being exposed to now and had experienced the previous night was the exact shape and size to fill this yawning gap. A part of my existence that had been missing, without my being aware that something was lacking, was now being brought into focus. And I was getting a hard on as well. Just his words and the thought of what the immediate future had in store for me was showing itself in a very physical way.
As soon as we had switched off the lights that night he slipped from his bed and again bolted the door to the room. Coming to the side of my bed he lay down beside me and began his lessons by kissing me squarely on the lips. At first I was stiff and unsure of how to respond, but gradually I relaxed and allowing natural instinct to take over, began reciprocating his kisses. Bunty then raised his body and half lay over me, his hands running through my hair and over my face and neck as he taught me the art of kissing. His sucking of my lips seemed natural and when his tongue first tickled my mouth and tried to pass my teeth the response of opening my mouth to allow entry was also purely automatic. In a short time he was lying squarely on top of me and I could feel his cock, hard and stiff press on my thighs as my rigid penis was pressing against his belly. When he lowered his head and started to lick and suck my nipples and chest the shock wave that passed through me was enormous. Bunty was smart enough not to take things too far that night. After thoroughly indoctrinating me in the methods of kissing lips and face he allowed me to test and experience what sucking on nipples and licking and kissing a chest was like.
When I got accustomed to these practices he had removed his shorts asked me to do remove mine and showed me how to place my prick between his clenched thighs, how to vary the length and intensity of the forward and backward strokes to attain maximum pleasure and stimulation. The first time I tried doing this my ejaculation was very rapid. Bunty soon showed me how fast a limp cock could be brought back to life by the expertly griping and stroking fingers of an experienced hand. The second attempt at frottage was better and I was able to achieve a much better performance. Bunty also showed me how to tuck my prick and balls between my thighs to create a nice path for his erect cock as he now took his turn to come to climax. This was the extent of my second night’s lessons and experiences.
In the course of the next six nights, Bunty taught me many new things. Practices that took us to high levels of gratification and pleasure until he finally introduced me to oral sex. He had been hinting about teaching me something I would find electrifying for a day or so before actually demonstrating what he meant. It was on the final night of his stay in my home that he asked me to stand naked before him, my hands clasped behind my head. These few nights of play had made me accustomed not only to seeing him naked but to being naked myself. I was happy and willing to follow his instructions without hesitation and with a rampant cock jutting from my groin I complied with his request. He then asked me to close my eyes, which I also did. Telling me that no matter what happened, I was to remain standing, with my eyes closed and to savour the sensations completely without interruption or dissent. On obtaining my promise to do as he had instructed, he stood in front of me and started to kiss my mouth, face and neck before moving slightly downwards to my chest, nipples and upper stomach. These were all familiar procedures till he suddenly knelt in front of me and took my hot hard shaft in his mouth.
This was so unexpected and the sensations so strong that despite his earlier admonitions I jerked backwards, my eyes opening wide, hands flying down to grasp his head. He had anticipated my reaction and as I moved, had flung his arms around the top of my legs, his face pressed as close to my body as possible with my cock still in his mouth, clung to me in spite of my attempts to dislodge him from his position. As the feelings flooded from my groin through my body I ceased to try to pry him away and began to savour these new sensations. Soon I was using small backward and forward movements to achieve the maximum penetration of his mouth while still firmly holding his head in both my hands. He responded as eagerly, by increasing the sucking on my cock and started to lap the head with his tongue. As I approached the point of climax he tightened his grip on my thighs and would not allow me to withdraw my cock till I had discharged my complete load of cum in his hot and eager mouth.
Despite of all of this being so new to me it was without any hesitation or repulsion that I returned the favour. As he lay on his back on the bed, with his cock pointing upward to the ceiling I knelt between his legs and took his cock into my mouth for the first time. How sweet the experience, to feel his young cock in my mouth. He told me to pull his foreskin back so the glans was exposed and then to suck it and to use my tongue on the shaft and head in the same manner he had done to me. Soon it was evident that he was approaching climax and the inevitable conclusion was the outpouring of slightly salty ejaculate flooding my mouth in exquisite bursts.
It was late that night when we finally collapsed, after many rounds of sucking and being sucked off had drained of every drop of cum either could produce, utterly sated and gratified to the ultimate extent. Much had been taught to me over the previous few days and I had been a willing and ardent pupil, readily learning to enjoy all the new sensations my body was experiencing. The door to a whole new world had been opened for me and I had entered wholeheartedly and had submerged myself in the wonders of sexual exploration and gratification.
Even though Bunty’s parents returned the next day it was not the last night we spent together. We became quite friendly and spent much more time together, often using the excuse of studying together we would spend a night in sexual stimulation and exploration. Over the next few weeks and months my knowledge and experience was vastly enhanced by my young tutor. Sitting opposite each other at the study table sometimes suddenly there would be toes pressing against my crotch, inducing my prick to rise to a stand. Or Bunty would get up from his chair and very quietly close and bolt the door to my room before returning to my side and dropping his shorts to reveal an erect dick that invited a kiss or a suck. Sometimes it would be me who initiated the action the end results of which were always the same. Both or either one would reach climax, before we resumed doing our homework or concentrating on our studies.
Within the confines of my room, or sometimes at the lonely spot by the river we came to know each other’s bodies intimately. There was almost no part that had not been examined, looked at, played with, sucked and kissed. Bunty always seemed fascinated by my cock, which was much bigger and thicker than his and its circumcised head and the triangle of pubic hair which surrounded it. He never got tired of playing with it and examining it. Or of bringing it back to life when I thought I had reached the end of my stamina. From my side I was enthralled by his hairless body and lithe frame. His smooth and satiny skin, even his armpits were like silk, invited being tasted, licked and kissed at every conceivable chance. I loved nothing better than to have him clasped in my arms on the nights we slept together, and liked to play with his slim cock and its foreskin that could be pushed back to reveal a slick smooth head. And I loved his thin lips and narrow face with that mop of hair that would so often fall across his visage and be flicked back either with a toss of his head or an impatient movement of his hand. Outside of my room there was change in our daily lives as well. Bunty was now more part of the group that I always kept company with. He would more often join in our games or just tag along when we went for a ride or a swim.
Occasionally he would desert me to go and spend an evening with his earlier friend’s and companions. It was only later that I came to know that he was still engaged in sexual activities with his cousin and a few of his school mates. I was advancing along the road of sexual discoveries but still ignorant of the fact that there was yet a lot to be learnt and that there many others who were also engaged in these exertions. Bunty introduced me to many things including anal sex but never at a pace or speed I could not cope with or accept. Looking back in reflection on those times I have come to realise just how smart Bunty was. He taught me lesson after lesson but without ever making me feel I was being pushed in a direction I did not want to go. He exposed me gradually to a range of sexual activities that broadened my outlook and enhanced my capabilities of enjoyment, widened my horizons and developed in me the love for a male body. A love that remains till today.
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Title: 1-in-3 Chance
Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, First Time, massage, Prostitution
Introduction:
This is the story that inspired me to start collecting peoples' sexual tales and turn them into (hopefully) well-written accounts. Please enjoy.
Content:
This is a true story. Names have been changed, but everything is as accurate as possible.
Right after high school, I started attending a religious college, with the ultimate goal of becoming a youth pastor. Two years in, I lost my faith, dropped out, and moved back home with my parents.
Losing my faith didn’t mean I had any experience with the ways of the world, though. At the age of 20, I had never had any drugs or alcohol, and had never been past second base with a girl. This lack of experience or prospects, especially romantically and sexually, put me in a pretty dark place. All my high school friends had moved away, gone to college, or even shunned me for my apostasy. My parents didn’t really seem too happy with me either, and would never shy away from the chance to remind me that I was “backslidden” and needed to “get back into church and follow my calling”. It never caught on. Still, I tried as best as I could to keep the peace with them. I wasn’t a Christian any more, but I also didn’t just flip into militant atheist asshole either. I was only working part time, so I did as much as I could to help my parents, and it’s not like I had a social life either.
My 21st birthday came and went with little fanfare. My parents were staunch teetotalers, so the only alcohol I had was in secret, and for the very first time, I got drunk, alone in my bedroom. I cried myself to sleep, wishing I had a girlfriend, or any close friends at all. Eventually, I decided enough was enough, and that I wanted to get laid, even if I had to turn to a professional. I knew that I didn’t want to just cruise down to the nearest corner and pick up a hooker; it needed to be more private than that, as silly as it sounds. I asked around online, and was recommended a place about an hour and a half away; A little “massage parlor” called “Silver Crescent Massage”. I thought and planned for months, biding my time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to come, when I could slip away from the watch of my nosy and overbearing parents to pay a visit to Silver Crescent.
Finally, the opportunity presented itself. My Mom told me that my cousin Caroline, who lived in the very same city where Silver Crescent was located, needed help moving into her new apartment. I hadn’t seen or spoken to Caroline in years, since her Aunt had gone off the deep end and cut ties with our side of the family, but we had been close as kids, and I was the nearest family member with a truck and the time, so I was tasked with the job. Of course, I was more than happy to accept, and so the countdown began. On the day of, I left my parents’ house a full two hours earlier than I needed to, and found my way to this fabled house of ill repute. I eventually found it, neatly tucked into a strip mall close to the “bad side” of town, and parked my truck well away from it, hoping that anyone watching me would just assume I was going to one of the few other open establishments in the strip.
The place was rather unassuming from the outside, with a cheaply made, unlit sign hung over its fascia, reading SILVER CRESCENT MASSAGE in silver, peeling, capital letters against a sun-faded, but still dark blue background. The front windows and door were darkly tinted, making it all but impossible to see anything from the outside, save for a flickering neon “Open” sign. A makeshift sign, crafted from scotch tape, printer paper, and magic markers, listed the place’s hours of operation with brisk informality; “Open noon to midnight, every day except Monday.”
I passed in front of the door several times, building up the courage to go in, pacing like a lunatic while trying to make it look like my actions were motivated and confident. Finally, after shooting a quick, paranoid glance over each shoulder, I grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, rushing inside.
The interior of the business was much nicer than I would’ve expected from the outside, with a set of two large, comfortable looking chairs in a small waiting area across from a stylish, modern desk, behind which sat a nicely-dressed, middle-aged woman, all contained within a 4 well-decorated, teal colored walls. The woman behind the desk was eyeing me over the top of pink framed, horn-rimmed glasses. “Hi! Welcome!” she said in an accent I couldn’t quite place. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to come in!” Her voice was friendly, but there was a slight edge of annoyance to it. I felt myself blush. “S-sorry,” I stuttered awkwardly, “I’m just nervous.”
“Nervous?!” she asked, seemingly incredulous. “Why would you be nervous? It’s just a massage parlor, Mr….” She paused, waiting for my name.
“Uhh...Phillips,” I lied instinctively, but was unable to tell if she caught on to the obviousness of it.
“Well, Mr Philips,” she continued in an almost patronizing tone, “Would you like to see a massage therapist today? We have openings available.”
“Y-yes,” I said nervously, then gulped hard.
“Great!” she said, “when would you like to have your massage?”
I looked at the wall behind her, glimpsing the various framed licenses and documentation mixed in with the decorations, along with the thick curtain of colored beads hanging down over a doorway that led down a long corridor with several doors off of it.
“Mr. Philips?” she asked again, slightly agitated this time “When would you like your massage?”
I snapped to attention and looked down at her. “Uhh, now?” I said with pathetic uncertainty. “Can I do it right now?”
“Sure,” she said proudly, “Ryan is just finishing up with a client. It’ll be a few minutes.”
“Ah. Ryan?” I asked, confused by the masculine name.
“Yes,” she said with a smile, “He’s very good. Deep tissue.” She made a kneading motion in the air with her hands, then continued; “Have a seat, it’ll only take a moment.”
I stepped backwards and sat down on one of the comfy-looking chairs, pleased to find that it was indeed comfortable, but baffled as to whether I was going about things the right way. Was Ryan just a code name for something? Was I even in the right place? I looked up at the wall to my right and saw a photo framed there. In it, a square-jawed middle-aged man with short, dark hair and bulging muscles smiled for the camera. “Massage Therapist of the Month” read the small plaque underneath the photo, followed by the name “Ryan”. The picture seemed to have been taken in this very room, with the same decorations and teal-colored walls behind “Ryan” as were behind me now. I was beginning to have serious doubts about whether I really wanted to go through with this massage. What if it wasn’t the kind of “massage” I had been looking for. What if it was, and Ryan was the administrator of said “massage”.
I stood up to approach the desk, preparing to cancel my impromptu appointment, when I saw the beaded curtain part. A middle-aged woman with heavy bags under her eyes strode into the room, followed by Ryan himself, who was wearing the same white polo as in the photo on the wall. “Alright, Miss Hamilton,” he said in a deep, friendly voice, “Have a good day. And remember what I said about those insoles. They’ll go a long way with helping your back pain.”
“Thank you so much, Ryan,” Miss Hamilton replied, “You always do a wonderful job.”
“It’s my pleasure” Ryan said, and smiled warmly.
The woman reached into the handbag hanging from her shoulder and pulled out a credit card, then turned to pay the woman at desk. I was staring in disbelief when my thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice, causing me to jump. “Mr. Philips?” Ryan was standing beside me, extending an outstretched hand to offer a handshake. “Uhhh,” was all I could muster.
The door opened and Miss Hamilton stepped out.
“I’m Ryan, I’ll be your massage therapist today,” he said, smiling and offering his hand to me again.
“Uhh, hi,” I replied, my mind reeling as I shook his hand limply, “I think there might have been a mistake.”
“I’m sorry? A mistake?” Ryan seemed as puzzled as I was.
I stood up and pushed past Ryan, approaching the desk. I lowered my voice and whispered to the woman behind it, trying my best to be polite and inconspicuous.
“Sorry, but i-is this the only massage therapist you have?”
“Yes, Ryan is here Thursday through Saturday,” she said without missing a beat, “Martin is only here on Sunday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Why? Is everything okay?”
“Martin?” I turned back to look at Ryan, who was watching me with a blank expression.
I lowered my voice again, this time to a whisper.
“I-I’m really sorry to ask this, but don’t you have any, you know, f-females? Female massage therapists?”
The woman raised a single eyebrow, giving me an unmistakable “Are you kidding me?” expression. At that moment, my memory suddenly snapped into place. I had forgotten all about the code word I was supposed to use. The one given to me online.
I whispered again, barely audible; “I-I wanted the lower body massage special.”
“What was that, Mr. Philips?” her voice came out loud and abrupt, causing me to jump.
“The...lower body massage? Special?” I swallowed, then wiped cold, nervous sweat away from my brow on the back of my sleeve.
“Lower body massage special?” she asked, drawing the words out as she leaned back in her chair.
I looked over my shoulder at Ryan, watching as he walked out of the room, parting the beaded curtain.
“Y-yes,” I answered shakily as I turned back to face the woman, slightly relieved that Ryan had left the room.
She drew in a deep breath and stared me down, as if she were evaluating me.
“You a cop?” she asked sharply.
“N-no.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Got your ID?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, then thumbed my drivers’ license out of it with shaking hands and passed it to her.
“Mr Philips, eh?” she asked sarcastically, catching my obvious lie from before. I blushed.
“Two-fifty” she said as she handed me back my ID, “Cash up front. Plus tip after.”
“Okay” I was feeling slightly less nervous now, if only because I was finally certain I had come to the right place. I felt like an idiot for almost forgetting the “code word”, though. I reached into my wallet and pulled out five of the six 50 dollar bills I had set aside in preparation for this outing and handed them over.
The woman thumbed them carefully, feeling their texture for authenticity as she glared at me, then holding them up to the light coming in from the window.
“Alright,” she said finally, with a slight chuckle “Lower body special.”
She opened the bottom drawer of the desk and slid the money into a lockbox there, then pulled out a black leatherbound notebook. She flipped it open to the first page and rotated it around to me. On it was a spread of several surprisingly well-composed photos, each showing a different girl, all wearing lingerie or otherwise scantily clad, posing seductively for the camera, with their eyes blurred out as a result of some photo manipulation. A small, handwritten label under each photo gave the name of the pictured girl.
“Which one do you like?” She pointed at 3 of the photos on the page “Only these girls are here right now.”
I looked down at the photos, evaluating each of them as best as I could. The names below read Kelly, Riley, and Ashley; Kelly was busty and blonde. She looked like a pin-up with thick, curly hair, lacey black lingerie, and beautiful red lips. Riley was more down-to-earth looking, with her dark brown hair worn in a messy bun a loose, oversized, unbuttoned shirt hanging from her smooth, olive-skinned shoulders, and a set of glasses that gave her a bookish appearance. Last but not least was Ashley, who was the wildest-looking of the bunch, with a large, colorful tattoo across her ample chest and hair dyed bright pink. My own anxiety, combined with genuine surprise at how beautiful all three girls looked, made the choice difficult. They each had their own appeal.
The woman eyed me, waiting for a response.
“Well, uhhh,” My voice trailed off.
“What?” she asked, “Nothing you like? I’ll have more girls in a couple hours. Porsha and Natalie’ll be here.”
She pointed at two more photos on the page; One of a tall, mocha-skinned woman and the other of a thin redhead.
“No, no. It’s not that,” I said “I just didn’t expect them to all be so...beautiful.”
“Look, Mr Philips,” she said sarcastically, “I know you were probably expecting some rundown joint with worn-out old asian women giving you a happy ending, but that’s not the kind of business I run. I only hire local girls. Girls that wanna be here and that enjoy the work they do. I’ve got morals and standards. Whoever you pick, I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”
I swallowed nervously.
“No, sorry. Just...surprise me, I guess.”
“Surprise you?”
“Y-yeah.”
She rolled her eyes at me and closed the book before putting it back in the drawer.
She reached into another drawer, this time withdrawing a set of keys. She stepped towards the front door and locked it, then turned and walked through the beaded curtain.
“Follow me,” she said, and motioned with her hand.
I walked down the hall after her, passing a few rooms along the way, all of which featured a heavy curtain hung over their doorway. The first room’s curtain was pulled back, giving me a view of the room within, which bore a brown leather-clad massage table in its center and a large, comfortable chair like the ones in the waiting area against one wall. Ryan was sitting cross-legged in the chair, his eyes looking downward at an iPad he was holding on his lap, a bored expression on his face. He didn’t look up or acknowledge me as we passed by.
Finally, we came to the last two doors in the hallway, which were the only ones with actual doors instead of empty archways draped in beads. The woman grabbed the handle of the door on the right and inserted a key into it before twisting it open. The room within was larger than I had expected, though it was laid out much differently than the others. The left wall of the room was not part of the rooms original construction, and appeared to be made of one of those large, floor-to-ceiling room dividers you might find in an office building. I could hear the faint sounds of what I assumed was a TV on the other side of it. I reckoned this had once been one big room, which had since been divided into two, with the other half of it only accessible from the other door in the hallway. The massage table wasn’t in the center of the room, but it’s head was against the room divider. The table itself was also quite different; It was longer, sturdier looking, and covered in black leather. It also had a heavy curtain hanging down from it’s edge, all the way around it, concealing its legs. In the center of the table was a circle cut into the leather.
The woman motioned me into the room, and I walked in. She reached into a large cabinet on the right side of the room, pulled out a white cotton towel, handed it to me, then turned to a switch on the wall of the room and dimmed the lights.
“Alright, Mr. Philips,” she said, “I’m gonna go out. Strip down completely naked and lay face-up on the table, and use the towel to cover up, okay?”
“Wait,” I said, “I-is there a bathroom I could use real quick?”
“Sure,” she said, and motioned me back out into the hall, “It’s the first door.”
She pointed to another door down the hallway that I hadn’t noticed before, with a unisex restroom sign stuck on the wall beside it.
“Thanks,” I said, and strolled briskly towards the bathroom. As I walked away, I could’ve sworn she muttered something about “goddamn virgins” under her breath.
Once in the bathroom, I set the next phase of my plan in motion. I didn’t want my first sexual encounter to be over in 30 seconds, so I wanted to do a little pre-gaming. I quickly dropped my pants and stood in front of the sink, whipping my phone out and unlocking it.
I made double sure my phone’s volume was all the way down and opened the video I had downloaded earlier, hoping it wouldn’t take me too long to get off, considering how nervous I was.
Fortunately, I was able to cum pretty quickly, and before long I had managed to blow a nice load into the sink, picturing it instead falling across Faye Reagan’s freckled face and open mouth, as shown on the video I was watching. I quickly cleaned myself up, took a piss, and headed back to the room that had been opened for me, hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious what I had done. All in all, it had taken about 5 minutes. The woman was still waiting, leaned against the doorway, staring down at her phone.
“Feel better?” she asked as I approached.
I let out a quick, embarrassed “Yep” as I walked past her into the room.
“I’ll be back in 5, Mr. Philips,” she said with a smile, and closed the door behind her.
Having just done my business in the restroom, my head was in a newfound place of confidence and clarity. I undressed quickly, wasting no time, and laid down on the table as I had been instructed, draping the towel over myself. As I laid there on my back, I began to wonder which girl I would be getting, and fantasized a little bit about each, recalling their photos. I had already forgotten their names, but their pictures stuck in my mind. I truly didn’t know which I would have preferred, and would’ve been happy to “experience” any of them. Slowly, my erection began to grow again as I thought about the blonde pin-up girl’s ruby red lips around my cock, the tan-skinned brunette’s skin pressed against mine, or shooting my load across the pink-haired one’s chest tattoo. Every scenario had its own appeal. I began to wonder how much it would’ve cost to have all three at once, if that was even possible. Maybe next time.
Finally, the door opened again, and the woman returned to the room. “Are you ready, Mr. Philips?” Her voice was different now; softer and more sultry, and without a hint of irony or sarcasm as it had before. It was as if she were a different person.
“I’m ready,” I said confidently, unashamed of the half-mast erection I was already sporting underneath the towel.
The woman didn’t reply, but instead approached the cabinet she had produced the towel from before. She opened the other side of it this time, and pressed a button on the face of a small stereo that was housed within. Slow, droning, synth-filled music began to play softly. She reached into a small drawer within the cabinet and pulled out a large, brown candle, lighting it with a match after she placed it on a small side table. Almost immediately, the room started to smell like tobacco and cedar. Lastly, she grabbed a small, ornate bottle made of purple tinted glass. I assumed it contained some kind of massage oil. She poured a few drops of it into her hands, then began to speak, giving me instructions as she rubbed them together.
“I’m going to start you off with a normal massage to relax you, okay?”
She didn’t wait for me to answer, but continued as she began to rub my upper chest.
“Once my girl gives me the signal that she is ready, I will ask you if you’re ready for your lower body massage. If you are, I’ll turn away so you can roll over. The hole in the table will be open, and you can insert yourself through it. I’ll massage your back and shoulders a bit longer, then leave the room. Once you’re finished, You’ll have a few minutes to clean up, though there probably won’t be much left to clean.”
The implication of her last sentence made my cock twitch beneath the towel.
This, of course, may all sound a bit unusual to you, as the reader. You see, just as The Woman said, Silver Crescent wasn’t an ordinary “happy ending” massage parlor. They did, of course, offer that kind of service. But they also offered something new, different, and admittedly, perhaps a bit niche. Instead of getting a handjob or blowjob from the “massage therapist”, you can get it from another girl, one who awaits you under the massage table, which isn’t really a massage table at all, but a piece of fetish gear called a milking table. You never actually have any face-to-face contact with the girl who gets you off. It’s essentially a horizontally mounted glory hole. A “milking table” encounter was something I had always fantasized about, ever since I stumbled across the niche online. Once I found out that the Silver Crescent offered a milking table option, it seemed like the perfect fit for me, especially as a nervous first timer. Of course, there was always the possibility that the person under the table wasn’t who you thought they were, but Silver Crescent had a good reputation for giving people what they expected. Besides, there was no reason that the same girls who “serviced” their customers above the table, in full sight, wouldn’t also be willing to do so under the table. I was willing to risk it, in any case.
The woman’s hands were clearly very gifted, and within a few minutes, I found myself quite relaxed, nearly to the point of drifting off to sleep. She never went anywhere near my dick, but anticipation, as well as the admittedly erotic sensations of this woman’s hands on me had still brought me to a full erection, even in my state of relaxation. Suddenly, I heard a faint chime go off in the next room, and felt the circle of leather that was underneath my lower back fall away, leaving a draft of cool air in its place.
“Are you ready, Mr. Philips?” the woman asked as she massaged my lower legs and ankles.
I blinked my eyes open, rubbing the tiredness out of them.
“Y-yeah,” I said, and suddenly felt all of my nervousness rushing back to me, “I’m ready.”
She didn’t say a word, but turned to face the wall. I rolled over, doing the best I could to keep myself covered with the towel. I looked down through the hole at an angle as I turned, unable to see anything in the faint light below. I adjusted quickly, aligning myself over the hole so that I could let my delicate bits dangle through. Once I was comfortably in position, I reached behind me and adjusted the towel, making sure I was still covered. The woman turned back around and applied more oil to her hands before returning to start massaging my shoulders.
For a few minutes, I began to wonder if anything was ever going to happen beneath the table. As my dick and balls hung through, a good two minutes had passed, and I still hadn’t been touched, causing my erection to slowly fade away. The woman continued to massage my shoulders, then moved down towards my back. Suddenly, I felt the brush of soft skin against my shaft, and delicate fingers wrapped around it. Slowly, gently, the hand of my unseen and mysterious companion below began to slide up and down my shaft. The hand withdrew for but a moment, then returned, this time with its palms covered in a warm, sticky substance that I assumed must have been saliva. Very quickly, I reached maximum hardness again, and the hand began to pull with more intentional, precise motions, in a slow and erotic rhythym. The woman was still massaging me, and had worked her way down my back, and the feeling of two sets of hands attending to me gave quite a thrill. The hand under the table was soon joined by its mate, this one reaching up to gently massage my balls, a sensation I had never experienced before. Before long, the first hand was jerking me off in long, smooth motions from tip to base. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, I felt a new and even more wonderful sensation as a set of wet lips wrapped around the tip of my cock and began to softly suck as the hands continued to work my shaft and balls. Whoever was under the table, whether it was the blonde pin-up, the bookish brunette, or the manic pixie dreamgirl, I didn’t care. In any case, they seemed to know what they were doing, and how to do it well.
She alternated playfully for a few moments, switching between licking my shaft as she gripped its base tightly and sucking on its tip as she stroked it. Eventually, though, she stopped alternating, and had moved on to sucking me fully, taking more of my cock into her mouth with each motion. Instinctively, I wanted to thrust, but in this position, I couldn’t. It was part of what made the idea of this so erotic. I had no control at all, and my pleasure and the manner in which I received it was decided solely by the one under the table. I realized that the woman had stopped massaging me and left the room, and I was now alone. I felt a bit more uninhibited, and let out a low moan as my hidden attendant deepthroated me, jerking the base of my cock off with short, quick motions as she cupped my balls. Faintly, I could hear the *gluck-gluck-gluck* sound of my cock being deepthroated from under the table, and my orgasm drew near. The girl underneath continued to suck, but had switched to a shallower thrust now, sucking and licking the tip of my cock hungrily while she jerked its shaft rapidly. At long last, I knew I was about to burst, and just as I began to cross over the edge, the girl below somehow knew too. At the very moment my orgasm came, she took my cock deep into her mouth, sucking hard and deep, allowing me to pour hot, thick ropes of cum down her throat. I moaned uncontrollably as I came, and gave a few feeble, futile thrusts against the table.
The girl held me there in her throat for a few moments, and I felt her swallow my cum as she slowly milked the last few drops of it from my dick into her mouth. I could hear her faintly moaning with satisfaction beneath me, and I could feel the gentle buzz of her vocalizations on my cock. Feigned or not, it felt fantastic. Once it was over, she gave me a few brief, gentle tugs, then planted a soft-lipped, parting kiss on the tip of my rod.
I laid still for a bit, recovering my breath, before I finally arose from the table. The moment I did, the plug appeared within the leather circle that my dick had been hanging through. I got up, cleaned myself off. As the woman had said, there wasn’t much to clean. My hostess had sucked me dry. I looked at my watch and checked the time, making certain that I had not missed my rendezvous with my cousin, pleased to see that I was just under my self-imposed time limit. I was satisfied, and though I guess technically I was still a virgin, this encounter had given me the confidence that I needed to know I would be able to perform when the time came. And I had gotten away with it, too.
I had just finished dressing myself when the door slowly opened. “Mr Philips,” the woman said from the other side, “Are you decent?
“Yes, I am,” I said, and she stepped into the room.
“Good. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yeah, I did. It was great.” I reached into my wallet and pulled out the last $50 bill I had saved, then placed it in the woman’s hand.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Philips,” she said happily as she slid the bill into her pocket. “We hope to see you again.” We walked out of the room to the front of the store, passing Ryan, who was in his room massaging a client as we walked by. “Have a nice day,” the woman said as I opened the door and walked out.
I cranked my truck and pulled out my phone. I had just enough time to make it to my cousin’s house. I smiled at myself, pleased that I had pulled off my plan pretty well, in spite of the way it seemed to be going wrong at first, and no one had seen me. I sent my cousin a text letting her know I would be there soon, then hit the road. I drove to the address my mother had given me for my cousin’s apartment, but then I realized she hadn’t given me an apartment number. I pulled out my phone once more and dialed my mom. No answer. I decided to try my cousin instead.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hey, Caroline?”
“Yeah, this is her.”
“Hey, its me, your cousin. Jason. Listen, I went to the address my mom gave me but I’m not sure if its the right place.”
“Oh, where are you?”
“Sandpiper Apartments?”
“No, yeah. You’re in the right place.”
“What apartment are you in?”
“What?”
“What’s your apartment number? I’m here with the truck.”
“Oh, I’m not there right now. Sorry, I’m still on my way home from work. I’ll be there in like, 2 minutes.”
“Oh, okay.”
“It’s 902D, though.”
“Okay, I’ll just wait outside.”
“Okay, cool. See you in a sec.”
Finally, 10 long minutes later, I saw a car with darkly tinted windows pull up and park beside me. I assumed at first that it must be Caroline, but I was surprised when I saw a familiar form emerged from it, one I had only seen in a photo. She was wearing a tank top, revealing a large, intricate, colorful tattoo across big, perky, breasts. Her face was lovely as well, and I vaguely recognized it from the photo even without the blurry filter, framed by now faded pink hair. I felt myself blush as she made eye contact with me. Of course, there was only a 1-in-3 chance that this was the girl I had been…“serviced” by, but it was still a possibility that I might be looking into the eyes of someone who had just unknowingly given me a blowjob, and swallowed my jizz. It felt a bit surreal. I found myself both puzzled and nervous as this girl walked over to my driver’s side door, smiling, and spoke to me. I wondered if she had followed me from Silver Crescent. Of course, there’s no way she would’ve done that. She hadn’t even seen my face, nor had I seen hers. Why would she be talking to me? Finally, she reached the window of my truck. I rolled it down reluctantly.
“Jason?”, she said as she smiled expectantly. “It’s me, Caroline. It's been a few years, eh?" I could tell by her voice that she was being sincere. She had no idea that I had just been at her...place of employment. I wondered if it had been years.
There was a 1-in-3 chance that it hadn't. |
Title: 1-Raped
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, First Time, Gay, Incest, Masturbation, Rape
Content:
I was walking quietly down a busy street, I usually feel anxious by myself since you always hear about murders, mugging and rapes on every news channel. I needed to buy myself this manga that you can only get in the more dangerous part of town. I try to concentrate on other things, mostly about the way I look. I’ve always been self conscious, looking a bit too girly. Pouty lips, thin, small waist and a round ass that always gets noticed. Then of course there are my eyes, big green eyes flattered by long black eye lashes. I sigh, being a guy was always hard for me. When I meet someone they often mistake me for a girl, then of course I nervously push back my excessively bleached blond hair and tell them my actual gender. My chest to balls, I was completely hairless, I was the twink that everyone wanted to fuck.
I almost got to my destination. I was shaking, for once I had to be strong and just get to the store. So far so good, I reach the store and pick up the manga. I leave as fast as I can, trying to ignore the whistling from a gang of men further ahead. I wish that I was wearing something more casual, I had tight pale jeans, riding low and a shirt barely leaving anything to the imagination. I bite my lip and continue to walk, thankfully the men left except for a few. They looked so much larger then me, it was intimidating. The best way to escape this was to cross the street and walk on the other side walk. I begin to cross and feel a heavy hand on my shoulder,
"hey baby" the man said, I turned around so that I could maybe run but he was grabbing me tightly. I examined him, noticing his built body and piercing grey eyes. Not to mention the evident bulge peering out of his pants. I tried to escape again but he pulled my shirt and brought me against his chest. "Please stop, I promise I wont tell anyone, just let me go" I begged, trying not to sound whiny. But he looked angry, negotiating wasn’t an option. He slapped me across the face and started to yell at me, I wasn't too sure of what he was saying, I was to nervous to be able to intake information. "You fucking slut, there are only two types of people here, hookers and gangs." He screamed in my face, rubbing his crotch against my leg, I could feel it growing and it seemed to get abnormally large. "I'm not a-- I don't sell myself, I just came here to buy a book..." I wanted to show it to him, thinking it would help but he pushed away my hand so forcefully that my book fell on the floor. "We're going to have some fun" He snickered, taking my arm and pulling me to a nearby alley. "LET ME GO!" I yelled at him, trying to push him away. Maybe someone would find me. This angered him, he took hold of my ass and squeezed it rudely, bringing his lips to my ear, "I'm going to teach you a lesson, it's going to teach you to walk around here like the little faggot slut you are." I squirmed a bit until he pushed me against a brick wall, "let's see if you can swallow cock" I gulped, I had never fucked, and was very inexperienced. He unzipped his pants and took out the most enormous cock I’ve ever seen, at least eleven inches and much thicker then my own wrist. How was I supposed to put that in my mouth. I didn't have a choice, he grabbed my head and forced my mouth open, shoving the throbbing member in my warm mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing, out of curiosity I ran my tongue against the large vein. He seemed impatient, I only had the head in my mouth so he pushed himself into me. I gagged as I felt his cock in the back of my throat, hitting it for what seemed like forever. I looked up and noticed his eyes were staring down at me, an evil grin smeared on his face. "You like it don't you?" His pace quickened, I tried to breath but the immense member suffocated me, accidentally I bit on the throbbing shaft and knew I was going to die for it. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back towards the brick wall, "You stupid slut! If you use your fucking teeth again I'll fuck you dry!" I gulped, imagining how painful it would be if he had that thing inside my tight virgin ass. "On the other hand, maybe I should just fuck you now..." I shook my head in protestation, "Please..." he laughed evilly and gave me a quick smack on the face, then pulled me back up from my knees. "I'll be gentle" he mocked, mimicking my girly voice. I couldn't look at his face, instead I stared at his cock, how could that ever fit? Vivaciously he turned me around so that I would face the wall and pulled down my pants, "You're not wearing underwear, how convenient" he snickered again and spread my round butt cheek, fondling them roughly. In exactly one second I felt his length tear me open, I was seeing stars. "It hurts!" I cried out, my crying made him go even faster. I felt my anus burning, his hugeness kept pounding inside of me, thrusting into it faster and faster. I thought I was going to pass out, instead I felt his hand travel up my shirt and he began to pinch my nipples, making them hard. I couldn't help but moan, "you're very sensitive" he grunted, "and fucking tight!" Then his hand seemed to go down to my hardening cock, I don't know why I was turned on, the pain was unimaginable but I was even hotter when he began to stroke my weeping cock. He took the pre cum from the tip of my hard cock and brought it up to my lips, I was so lost in the moment that I began to suck on his fingers. "You like the taste, whore?" I didn't answer, I could only concentrate on the feeling of his huge cock driving to my g-spot. "Answer me!!" I flinched, "I love the taste...give me more" I hesitated in saying that, because I just wanted to get this over with. He took his cock out of me and I instantly fell to the dirty floor, he turned my face towards his cock and began to stroke it furiously, "Keep your eyes open bitch, I want you to see my cum shooting out" He moaned again, after a few quick strokes the cum shot out, sending gobs of it on my face. He told me to open my mouth and when I did another load came in my mouth, it tasted salty but I couldn't seem to get enough. So I hastily sucked the tip of his cock and ran my tongue against it, making sure I got ever last drop, when I finally noticed what I was doing I blushed deeply and looked away. "Fucking whore" he commented, kicking me away and leaving me there lying on the floor. I thought it was over until I heard some voices from afar.
"I broke him in...your turn!" It was all I could comprehend, I hoped I was wrong, I don't think I could suffer any more. My eyes opened and I noticed three large men around me, laughing at my perky ass and cum covered face. "Hey, this should be fun!" The smallest of them said, grabbing his balls. They all unzipped their pants and let there cocks out, two of them had pretty average sizes but the largest of them all was shocking. Twelve inches a meat, and it was a size of a soda can in width. I couldn't even blink, or breath. Without any notice one of them pulled me up and started to suck my cock, he was so talented, his tongue swirling around the tip and a hand stroking all the way to the base of it and one hand rubbing my balls, I bucked my hips forward, wanting more contact with his mouth. I moaned loudly, wanting to grab his hair and push myself deeper into him, the hotness of his tongue and soft sucking made me want to faint. "Give me a hand job, slut!" The other one said, without even thinking about it I grabbed on to his erection and started to give it quick and tight strokes, I felt the pre cum dribbling over my hand. All of this pleasure made me forget about the pain in my ass but that's when I felt the head of the last guys gigantic cock about to enter me. "OH GOD! It won't fit! YOU CAN'T!" I screamed as I continued to stroke one of the man's cocks, but the guy about to fuck me ignored it. Suddenly I felt him impale me, stretching my hole so badly that I cried in agony. It was odd though, I felt this warm mouth sucking on my dick and it felt so fucking good and the pain seemed to go well with it. I arched my back and tried to squirm out, he didn't use any lube so it burnt like hell and I could feel blood trickling down my lip from biting it too hard, "I'm begging you, if you stop I'll pay you!" All three men suddenly stopped, they looked insulted, the guy with the huge cock pulled me towards his cock, I felt it going in between my thighs, "I don't want your fucking money! You know what? You don't deserve to be sucked, boys...leave for a second. You'll get your fun later." The two other men left, leaving me with this cruel man. He threw me to the floor and forced me to spread my legs, slowly he went down on me and positioned himself so he could easily fuck me. I was even more scared, he forced my legs to spread even wider, exposing my throbbing dick and ass hole, which was still very tight and in a lot of pain. He forced himself on me, I could still see the satisfied look on his face as he filled me with his length. I wanted to relieve myself of the massive erection I had, but I was so afraid to even move. A few more thrusts later he spilt all his warm cum into my ass, the feeling was actually good but it was all so overwhelming. Everything became pitch black and I slumped backwards.
For several hours I just laid there with my ass gaping, cum seeping out like a torrent. I think that the other men came to fuck me too since I had fresh cum in between my thigh and drizzled on my face. I was so glad no one had found me, it would have been so humiliating. I was still so turned on, I started to play with my nipples and stroke my stiff cock. I took the other men’s cum and spread it over my cock and began to fuck my self, not stopping for a breath. With one had thrusting up and down my cock the other hand was fingering my ass hole, easily coming in and out as I spread my legs so I could finger myself deeper. I bent over a bit so that when I got that blissful orgasm, sending shivers into my body, my huge load of cum would shoot into my mouth. It tasted so good, my cock was pulsing and I saw my anus clench around the finger that I dipped inside. Difficultly I looked around the alley for my clothes, after finding them I put them on, ignoring the cum that was drenching my jeans.
Finally home, I ran into the washroom and took a shower, my mom of course questionned me for leaving so long. I gave her the old excuse of studying, and she bought it. Unfortunately my dad didn't, when I was in my room thinking about what had happened and glad that I didn't have any cum on me he came in. My dad was really tall and serious looking, he scared me sometimes but when he looked at me he had a strange appearence, almost seductive and aroused. Something I had never seen on him. "Daniel, I'm not blind. I saw your clothes covered in cum...you've been very naughty" I pulled my blanket up to my neck, hoping he wouldn't notice my evident arousal, my cock was aching for attention. He approached me and placed his hand on my ever growing erection, groping me and playing with it through the cloth...I flinched,
“Daddy, it hurts...”
“I know, and when I’m done with you it’ll hurt even more” He removed the blanket from my body, and admired my small and toned form, he drooled at the sight of my quivering cock. I wondered what he would do to me, I always wanted my dad’s full lips around my cock. A small moan escaped my lips when his tongue sucked on my balls, dragging his tongue down to the pink hole in my ass. I couldn’t wait to get to cum in daddy’s mouth. |
Title: 1- My high School Sweetheart's Young Sister Part 1
Tags: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Male/Teen Female, Voyeurism, Young
Introduction:
Decades ago when I was in love with my high school sweetheart, I started noticing her young sister developing, and she was taking interest in me, and our sexual activities.
Content:
Pt.1 - CUDDLING ON THE COUCH -
Chloe was my first real love. We started dating in high school and became inseparable after a few months. She was absolutely beautiful... long blonde hair, gorgeous smile, infectious laugh. In no time at all, I was head over heels in love and I figured she would be “the one”.
I became very close with her family, spending more time at her house than at my own. A large house for a large family. Her younger sister, Cindy, was very pretty like Chloe, in a smaller frame, more innocent... not as “over confident” as Chloe. Long platinum blonde hair, thin but athletic, beautiful eyes, very petite. She was kind of a tomboy, never wearing makeup, into sports, always in shorts or jeans and t-shirts.
Cindy was just hitting puberty when Chloe and I started dating. But she was growing up quickly as the time passed. Chloe, Cindy, and I would often pile together and watch TV in the family room, which was in the daylight basement of the house, along with Chloe’s and Cindy’s bedrooms. When Cindy would join us on the couch she always sat on the other side of Chloe, at least in the beginning.
On weekends I might stay late, going home after their parents went to bed. Chloe would often change into her fuzzy nightgown to watch a late movie. We would cuddle on the couch, and if we were alone I would throw a blanket over us so we could play a little under the blanket. I suppose our petting sessions on the couch were especially exciting due to the possibility of getting caught. Cindy would sometimes walk by on her way to bed and it always spiked my arousal. I think she knew what was going on by the way she would look over when saying goodnight.
As time went on, I saw Cindy developing. I watched her body changing from a little girl into a young woman; growing bumps and curves, and she started wearing a padded "training" bra.
I clearly remember the night Cindy plopped down on my side of the couch. She had changed into shorts and a t-shirt; not much different than her regular attire, except I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see two pointy bumps pressing against the shirt where the padded cups of her bra would normally be. She cuddled up next to me and pulled the blanket that Chloe and I were sharing over her legs.
This quickly became the norm when we watched movies downstairs. I started paying more attention to Cindy, her developing body, and how she acted around me.
One weekend night Chloe and I started watching a movie, downstairs on the couch as usual. I know it was a weekend, because it was late and everyone had gone to bed... or so I thought. Chloe was wearing her fuzzy nightgown, nothing underneath, and we had a blanket over us. My left hand was rubbing her under her nightgown. My pants were unzipped and my dick was pulled out above the waistband of my underwear; Chloe stroking me under the blanket. The petting had gone on for a while, and was working on both of us; I could tell by her breathing and movements she wasn’t too far from climaxing.
We heard Cindy’s bedroom door open and she walked out dressed in a thin white nightshirt. She plopped down on the couch beside me before either of us could react. She curled her legs up on the couch and snuggled up close to me. Reaching over, she grabbed the blanket very close to where Chloe had been rubbing me, and pulled it over her legs. I hadn’t ever seen her wear this before, and as I glanced over at her I could see why. The material was pretty transparent... you could see her nipples through the fabric.
“Why are you out here? I thought you were in bed” Chloe said in an unwelcome tone, obviously irritated her little sister interrupted our petting session.
“It’s too early... besides, I want to watch this movie”
I looked over at Chloe and she rolled her eyes. We both stopped playing under the covers, and my hard-on quickly deflated. However, I couldn’t very well tuck things back in place and zip my pants back up.
Cindy was close up against my right side... I could feel her bare knee against my hand. It made me kinda uncomfortable, but excited at the same time, especially since my dick was exposed just inches away. I finally pulled my arm out from under the blanket and wrapped it over her shoulder. She pulled in closer, her head resting on my right shoulder. Chloe’s head was on my left shoulder, her hand still on my dick, which was starting to wake up again. Trying to look focused on the movie, I snuck a peek down to Cindy’s nightshirt. I could definitely see the points of her nipples through the thin fabric. The nightshirt had a lower cowl neck, and I could almost see down inside the front.
...This is dangerous. I could get busted by Cindy... or even worse, by Chloe
Chloe felt my dick getting hard, and started to rub me slowly. I started doing the same to her, but you could see the movement through the blanket.
Chloe grabbed the tub of popcorn sitting next her and placed it to the right of my lap, closer to Cindy as though to share, but it was actually to block her view of the action under the blanket.
Under the blanket, I inched up Chloe’s fuzzy nightgown further until I could sneak my hand down and slide a finger into her pussy. I loved the warm, soft feeling of her when she was wet and aroused.
I was getting really turned on... my heart rate increasing from the dangerous situation, the feeling of Chloe’s pussy on my left hand, and Cindy’s soft shoulder in my right. I looked to the left at Chloe and her eyes were closed. I could see she was getting off from the stimulation and the situation.
... If she only knew
Cindy leaned forward to grab some popcorn, and through the corner of my eye I could see her nightshirt fall forward a bit. I looked back at Chloe and she was oblivious, eyes closed, her pelvis arching up to my fingers. Her pace was picking up rubbing my dick as well; the movement obvious from my viewpoint.
I turned and looked at Cindy. She seemed to be watching the movie, but I could tell she kept glancing over at the popcorn, which was moving a bit in rhythm to Chloe’s hand.
Cindy leaned forward again for some popcorn, and I turned my full attention to looking down her nightshirt. It fell forward enough to see the edges of her breasts, but I couldn’t see her nipples.
I was fucking rock hard now, and could feel a climax building. I could tell Chloe was getting close too, as she was moving harder against my hand and fingers.
Cindy was feeling around in the popcorn bin, like she was looking for a particular piece of popcorn. She leaned forward more, and I realized she was actually trying to get a better look at what was going on under the blanket. Her eyes were fixed on the movement at Chloe’s groin. She leaned further forward to see what was happening in my pants; a view partially blocked by the popcorn. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open slightly when she could see the movement from her sister’s hand rubbing on my cock.
Her nightshirt fell further forward as she did this and I could see right down the front, all the way to her tummy; her right breast fully exposed.
... I nearly blew my top right then
Beautiful, budding breast with a flawless pink nipple, puffy and erect.
She stayed there, eyes locked on my groin, my eyes staring at her right breast, Chloe humping my hand and rubbing my dick like no one was watching.
I slid my hand down from Cindy’s shoulder onto her bare arm and pulled her forward until I could see both of her breasts down her nightshirt, and she could better see Chloe’s hand rubbing my dick. Cindy didn’t seem to even notice I was doing this... she was focused on the blanket. I held her there, staring at her perfect breasts... as I started to climax.
Chloe was cumming too, her ass tightening and pushing her mound upwards against my fingers.
I squeezed Cindy’s arm, holding her tightly, blatantly staring at her breasts, and exploded under the blanket. I thrust forward and squeezed Cindy’s arm with each spasm, pumping load after load... soaking my underwear and the blanket.
Chloe came seconds later, her body quivering and finally slumping back into the couch.
Cindy broke her stare and looked up at me. I was still staring down her open nightshirt, locked in a daze from my strong climax. I loosened my grip on her and let her sink back into the couch.
I looked over at Chloe, who looked like she had just woken up. She glanced over at me with a smile and a shocked look in her eyes. She rested her head against my shoulder.
.....I was very relieved that she didn't realize what had just occurred
The reality started to hit me and I panicked slightly. I looked over at Cindy and gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She looked up at me and smiled. Her lips were trembling, but she was smiling. I gave her a nervous smile back and gave her another reassuring squeeze.
After about 10-minutes, Cindy got up, said “I’m going to bed- goodnight” and ran to her room.
After the movie ended, I walked Chloe to her bed and kissed her goodnight. I grabbed the blanket off the couch, rinsed out the wet area and threw it in the laundry. I let myself out the side door.
Driving home my mind was racing- so many feelings- guilt, love, arousal, shame, excitement, fear... will Cindy tell Chloe? Her parents?
Maybe Cindy will be grossed out by what she saw and never want to talk to me again?
Regardless of all those fears, the overriding thing on my mind was the vivid memory of looking down Cindy’s nightshirt at her naked breasts.
Next: Part 2 - More Movie Nights |
Title: 1.Growing up
Tags: Fiction
Introduction:
Young adult grows up
Content:
A guy I just met had finished fucking me 10 minutes ago.
He had used mouth and butt, just like a pussy.
All I could do was lay there with my face down on my chest, breathing heavily.
For the first time in my life I no longer felt manly all I felt was humility and broken spirit.
That was now but the road that led me to where I am began at school and in my mid to late teens.
Throughout my teens I felt uneasy with my stature in society.
I was skinny short kid for my age and was forever being taunted about my sexuality.
Even though I wasn’t at the time, what they were calling me.
I hadn’t had any sexually encounters with anyone, at the time.
All I was, was a virgin.
I was none of the thing the big bullies were calling me.
Being short wimpy kid I had no option but to soak up the insults and shut up.
Or risk the chance of being beaten up, so I had to put up with the schoolyard humiliations.
A few times I spoke up and did get my ass kicked, so I learnt to shut up.
So for the last year or two of school, I had to soak it up and live it.
“Faggot!” Is what they called me.
By the time I entered my final year of school, I made that judgment call to myself.
So after a few more weeks of being teased, I decided to find out what the meaning of the word meant.
After finding out, I decided to experiment on myself and see if I was.
I first used broom handles, up my poop shoot.
My first attempt I slowly slid it into my virgin asshole, until I felt a sudden pop.
I did this a few times after school, while mom was away at work.
By the time of my second week, I had to admit that it felt both exciting and strange.
There I’d be at first with a broom up my bum, jacking of to some nude poster chick from a Penthouse magazine.
This only satisfied me for a week or two, before I started other experiments.
My ass began to hunger something more, plus the broom felt a bit too awkward.
So I tried a toilet brushes and other household items.
After weeks of trying different things, I settled upon a small wooden handled plunder.
I could squat down on it without straining, until it bottomed inside me.
At first I would sit right down it and jack off.
Oh my god, felt good at first.
But Once I learnt that I could back into a wall on my hands and knees, I was in heaven.
By now I was feeling confused.
So far every time I had cum with something in my ass, I felt an overwhelming guilt trip that led to a bit of depression.
Then again I also felt relieved.
The next day at school, was always a buzz kill.
I would be floating on air, until some jerk called me a faggot or a princess or something of that kind.
Then I would go back in to my shell, like a limp dick.
School had always been a buzz kill for me, but as I reached my final six months I had a goal in mind.
I was now old enough to ignore it all the taunts and sometimes, as if I didn’t care.
It didn’t bother that much that they called me names like “faggot” or “sissy boy.”
Mainly due to the fact I started making friends with the girls in my age group.
They would sometime stick up for me and tell stirrers to “piss off and act your age.”
The girls would flirt and try to hook up with me, but by now the demons in my head were at play.
Was I a faggot or was just fantasying about being one, there was no chance I was straight.
By now I looked at girls more for admiration then a sexual objects.
At home I was now getting ready to move on from the plunger, to something different.
After months of jacking off with things up my ass, I was confident enough too ventured into an adult store and purchased my very own dildo.
Nervously I looked and looked around until a saw one not too big, but bigger that the plunger.
I settled on a red battery operated one.
The first time I used it, I slid it in deep and it felt good buzzing inside me.
I lay on back and stroke my cock with it inside, I softly began to moan.
It didn’t take me long, before I started to cum.
Afterwards I hid it in my laptop bag, so mom never found it.
By the end of that first week I started to slide it in and out, of my ass with it buzzing.
With my eyes shut I imagined it was a real cock.
It felt so good that first time by just sliding it and out, I ended up cumming without stroking my cock once.
Now I would crave a real cock, while I masturbate my ass with my dildo.
The more I thought about it, the more I craved to have a real cock in my ass.
I thought that once I had a real cock, I can more on at ease.
Like really it’s only gay if you like a cock in your ass, isn’t it?
In saying that it’s really hard to say “I’m straight” if, I dream of cock all the time.
Isn’t it?
Also I had noticed that the more I think about real cock and the more frequently I used my dildo, the less interested in girls I had become.
I was 18 now and I had just finished my last class for the year.
Once I turned 18 I made a decision, I was going to stop fantasizing about cocks and try get someone to breed me and appease my desires.
So I like I was saying, “A guy I just met 10 minutes ago, just finished using my butt like a pussy.”
At this very moment I no longer felt manly.
I felt humility and broken, but most of all ashamed.
Before tonight, I was still sitting on the fence between experimental and….!
I really don’t was ticking in my head
My face buried in a pillow and my chest flat on a bed that wasn’t mine, with my legs dangling limp off the edge.
All I could do was lay there with cum now trickling out of my ass.
The final spiral that led me into the bed of another man was, yet another date with a girl gone wrong.
I had gotten thru my teens without success with any girls, all my dates were disasters.
The more disasters, the more I shut myself from the norm and craved a man’s company.
It was now over three month since, my last failure at attempting get to first base with a woman.
A door ended up slamming in my face, to which I took it badly.
For the next week after, I closed off from everyone and feel into depressed mind set.
By now I had moved from the house to mom’s bungalow in the backyard.
For a week I didn’t eat, smoked a few bongs a day of weed.
I didn’t care about the outside world.
I felt hurt and depressed but my time locked up in my shell made me question a few hard truths.
Most damning one was, what I wanted from life?
Then I read the local paper when I finally broke out of my dramas.
I scanned thru it until I saw an ad in the classifieds.
Male looking for sex with Males
Phone: XXX
No time wasters
I circled it and went to bed.
The next day after lunch, I rang the number.
A voice answered and it was from a Mark.
He lived alone and he was 50.
I told him that I had never been with another guy before but wanted too.
He was ok with that, and gave me directions to his house.
Which I made arrangement to go there, later that day.
It was getting dark when I rang him to say I was on my way.
I booked a taxi and rang his doorbell, not long after.
He answered the door, wearing a bathrobe.
I looked around outside to see if I was being watched and went inside.
It was dark and I could smell incense, as if he was an old hippie.
There was a fire roaring in the living room, as followed him there.
I sat down on his couch and he sat down next to me.
Without warning, he reached over and began rubbing my crotch thru my jeans.
I gave him a nervous stare as my cock responded to his touch.
Before I knew it, he was kissing me.
I was hesitant, but joined in.
We were kissing passionately, with our tongues teasing each other’s.
I was surprise how at ease I was.
This was the first time I had ever kissed anyone like this before, in my life.
I kissed the girls at school but more as friends at school, than lovers.
Mark grabbed my hand and he led it inside his robe and towards his hard cock.
I only just started stroking it, when the unthinkable happened.
Groaning in frustration, I must have been too excited and blew my load in my pants.
I then froze and he asked me, “What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head from left to right and with the look of embarrassment, answered his question.
“It’s ok Squirt,” he said, caressing my head.
“If you want to leave, I can understand,” I asked.
“Nah, its ok I want to stay,” I answered.
“I just need to clean up,” I said.
Mark left the room, as I began to undress.
I pulled my jeans and underwear down below my knees, they were soiled from me cumming.
Then a towel out of nowhere was thrown at me.
I kicked off my underwear and jeans and cleaned myself up.
Then I wrapped the towel around my waste.
Once the nitty gritty part was over, I returned to the couch next to Mark.
As I sat doing the towel unfastened and fell loose.
Mark still had his robe on but I could see his hard cock protruding thru a gap.
I sat there staring at it, with curious eyes.
It was big and fat, it was much bigger than mine.
He disrobed and revealed, his trimmed reddish public hairs.
I was fixated on his cock, while he caressed my hair.
He nodded and I lowered my head to his lap.
I nervously started licking his cock before, getting another nod from him.
Then I worked on sucking on his cock’s head.
It was the first time I had cock in my mouth.
I felt so excited but tried not to show it, like a dream fulfilled.
The feel of it against my tongue, made my cock come to life.
The first time I tried to take it deeper in my mouth, I over did it.
I choked.
“Just hold your breath, and control it,” he said, with a hand resting on my head.
I tried it and it seemed to work.
He was enjoying it, as much as I was.
I know I was rough but it was my first time, but he was moaning so I must be doing it right.
Then I pulled out his cock from my mouth and rubbed its sloppy shaft over my face, while staring into his eyes.
I jacked his cock while I sucked on his ball sacks.
Then after two minutes I went back to sucking his cock again.
But he stopped me and pulled me off him.
He pulled my head towards his, and we reverted back to kissing.
The kissing was making me all hot and bothered.
He must have sensed that and flicked off his robe.
Now he was completely naked.
We kissed some more, before he led me to his bedroom.
He threw me on his bed back and then jumped on top of me.
We continued to kiss me again, I was feeling real horny now.
“I’m, yours for the taking if you want,” I whispered to him.
Mark smiled at that and began to bite my neck.
I felt his cock floating about loosely near my cock, while he bit my neck and ears.
So I reached around and stroked his back, I was getting a huge kick out this.
By now I somehow had my legs tangle around his legs, I was so hoping to be fucked soon.
It’s been a fantasy for about two years to be fucked by a real cock.
Mark stood up and suddenly left me there.
While he left I took off my hoodie and T-shirt.
I notice that my cock was sloppy with pre-cum by now.
When he returned he had a small bottle in his hand, shaking it in his fingers.
My eyes saw the bottle but my eyes returned to his cock, as he walked towards me.
He climbed back on top of the bed and straddled my chest.
His cock was right near my face.
He opened the bottle and sniffed it.
“Poppers,” I shook the bottle, then passed it to me.
At first I took a gentle sniff, it had a solvent type of scent to it.
Then took a big one, which gave me an instant headrush.
I felt the rush buzz me and an aura overcome me with warmth.
Suddenly now I felt even hornier than I was before, much more hornier than before.
Now the only thing on my mind was Mark’s cock.
Which I eagerly snatched and started stroking it while sucking his balls.
Mark took another hit from the bottle and so did I.
He held my hands down above my head, while I sucked on his cock again.
I had never felt this good, ever.
He wiggled around a little, so he had an easier access to fuck my mouth.
Mark began to slowly fuck his cock into my mouth.
At first slow and deep, then eventually fast and hard.
I was choking and gagging, I wasn’t prepared for this.
His momentum grew so fast and hard, I was no longer sucking him.
My mouth was just another hole to fuck.
Tears ran from my eyes as I struggled and snot and saliva escaped my nose and mouth.
I just lay there and just took it.
His breathing was becoming erratic, his rhythm too.
I hoped he would cum soon.
One so I could taste his cum and two for him to stop destroying my throat.
He now released my hands and braced the mattress above my head.
Mark went berserk and fuck my face deep and fast, before grinding in slowly.
I felt his cock swell and contract.
Its then I felt like choking as he unloaded in my mouth.
My first thought was to turn my head and spit out his cock.
Before I could make that move, I ordered by Mark not too.
He grabbed my hair and forcibly fuck another spasm in my mouth, the second wave had just unloaded.
Again I started to choke, I coughed and some cum escaped my mouth and some went up my nasal holes.
Then forced his cock deep down my throat, which forced me to swallow everything.
Mark then pulled out of my mouth, allowing me to cough for air.
He jacked his cock so, the rest of his cum squirted into my face.
Then he rolled over and next to me.
“Now clean my cock with your mouth,” He said, as if an order.
I slid off the bed and onto my knees and began sucking his cock of saliva and cum.
Then I climbed back on the bed and next Mark, he pulled me across his chest.
A few minutes later he pushed me off him.
He then leaned over and took my cock in his mouth.
The warmth of his mouth and his experienced tongue, was the icing on the cake.
I reached for the bottle and took another sniff.
Again I felt an aura hit me, I knew now that there was no turning back for me.
This was my calling, I never felt this good in my life.
Then I felt a wave flow thru me.
“Oh, I cumming,” I warned.
My breathing was now struggling, I tried not to cum but it was in vain.
I shot three loads into his mouth and fell off the bed.
As I climbed my clumsy ass back up and crawled back on top of Mark, he kissed me.
I could taste my own cum on his lips and tongue.
We kissed for an eternity, deep and passionately.
When we broke, we lay on our backs staring at the ceiling.
“Mark, I feel awesome, can now you fuck me?” I asked, almost pleading.
“Oh are you sure?” He replied.
“It’s why I rang you in the first place,” My answer was.
We lay for another five minutes before, we led me from his bed.
With arms around each other’ waists, he showed me a box of toys.
Sex toys and then he showed me how to douche myself before receiving sex.
So he helped me douche myself.
The warm water up my ass, cleaned all the nastiness out of me.
Once the douching was over, I looked at Mark and his cock was almost flaccid now.
He looked at me, I looked at him then at his cock.
Then I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth again.
Before he could fuck me, I had to make him rock hard again.
I sucked him until his flaccid cock grew hard in my mouth.
“Good, now get your ass on top of the bed and lie on my stomach,” he ordered
He the climbed on top of me and began kissing the back of my neck.
The warmth of his body against me, was comforting.
Then he slivered off the bed and on to his knees and spread my legs.
He began to lick my asshole with his tongue, it felt awesome.
It made me squirm.
Soon he started sticking fingers in my ass, slowly fucking my ass with them.
When I felt Mark’s cock pressing against my hole, I instinctively froze.
It didn’t faze him, he forced his cock inside my ass until I felt a pop.
The thickness of his cock made me grimace.
He left his cock inside me, while my ass grew accustomed to it.
I wanted Mark to fuck me so bad now.
That is exactly what he started to do, with slow short strokes.
My anal cavity was feeling a bit more relaxed now, the pain I felt before was numbing.
He continued with his short bursts, which started making my ass feel pleasure.
The longer he fucked me, made his attitude change.
He was caring and kind before, now he started calling me bad names.
It made me feel like I was back in the schoolyard again.
“Are you my little faggot bitch?” He taunted.
At first my eyes welled up, from the humiliating names.
“Fucking cunt,” He kept taunting.
“Whore, I am going to share you with my friends,” He yelled out.
He kept raving on but instead of making me sad, it started turning me on.
I reached out my arms and gathered the poppers and took another snort from the bottle.
“Yes, go on, yes I’m a faggot,” I eventually replied.
Mark was now fucking me hard, with each thrust I moaned.
I couldn’t believe that having sex with a man was so good.
“You lie it, you like it up your ass, MY LITTLE COCK BITCH,” He yelled out.
I think I know how a woman feels when she gets fucked, I don’t want this feeling to stop.
“You FUCKING LITTLE SLUT!” He yelled.
“Yes, YES, YES!” I bellowed back at him.
With that he pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed.
I looked disappointed at him.
“If you want more, then come and sit on my lap and get some more.” He said.
I crawled of the bed and could resist to taste his cock again in my mouth.
Even though I could taste my own ass on it, I didn’t care.
Then I climbed up and squatted down on his cock, facing him while he guided his cock back into my ass.
Mark bounced me up and down his cock until I was bouncing without his help.
He kissed my nipples before he bit into them.
I bit my lower lip as his made them hurt.
My cock was so limp, it was sloppy and flaccid.
He then pushed me off him and fucked me again on my stomach.
This time he fucked me so hard that it hurt, I had to bite into the bed covers.
He fucked me so deep and hard, that he caused a slapping sound from my thighs.
I was moaning continuously.
Mark also was breathing heavily and the hard he thrusted, the louder he got.
Then he pulled out and reached for the poppers, then tossed them to me.
He went back to fucking my ass, hard and fast.
Until I felt his cock explode in my ass.
Mark kept grinding into me.
I collapse on top of me and we both snoozed it off.
When I woke, Mark was in his robe again watching TV.
I reached back with an arm and felt my asshole, cum was trickling out and down my balls.
Somewhere I had cum myself, but I didn’t know until much later.
I gingerly crawl over to Mark and sucked his cock, which was still glistening with ass and cock juices.
While I sucked I also jacked off my own cock, until my juices came.
Mark kissed me and told me to come over every Sunday, which I did for the next 3-4 months.
I had become his little cock whore for the time being.
My clothes were coming of as soon as his door shut and I was sucking cock and getting bred.
I never even tried to chase girls, as I was the girl in an all cock world.
On Sundays I told my mom I was going on dates, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. |
Title: 1. Deflowering Ann
Tags: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Drug, First Time, Older Male / Female, Virginity
Introduction:
Ann gets her first experience.
Content:
Ann had just turned 12 a week ago and her step mother (Debbie) had bought her a couple new outfits. She got a black bra and panties. The bra, 32-c was designed to just cup the lower side of her tits which she questioned why that type bra. Debbie said it was to be worn with her new strapless dress. The dress was also black and barely covered her young ass, and bending over at all would expose her privates to anyone who happened to be behind her. She had also asked if she got new panties and Debbie told her that she didn't need to worry about new panties right now. She didn't like the outfit except the high heel shoes which she thought made her taller then her 4' 10" height. Ann was developing into a very beautiful young lady and her curves were just forming, but anyone could tell she would be hot. She already had the face of a model and her body would soon cath up with her face.
Her father had missed her birthday again being out of the country on something to do with his work and she knew he wouldn't be home for another month, if then. He did call to wish her a happy birthday but as soon as he had told her that asked for Debbie so Ann barely knew he had called. She hated his job because he was always gone for months at a time. She knew as a diplomat it was what he did but not having him around meant Debbie was in charge and she treated her like she was her little slave. If Debbie wanted a drink Ann had to fix it. If the house needed cleaning Ann did it. The only thing Debbie did was invite her friends over and party while dad was gone. Ann knew Debbie had several men who would come over and many times spend the night. Ann knew about sex not only from sex education classes but had heard Debbie and the men late at night when they had sex. Many nights she had been awakened by Debbie screaming " Oh yes fuck me harder!" or "God yes give me your cock. Fuck me." She had even peeked into her father's bedroom and watched Debbie getting fucked by one guy or another on several occasions.
Each time she had returned to her bedroom with a funny feeling between her legs from watching the fuck session. She tried to think of anything other then sex but found her mind kept coming back to it. She had been playing with herself for over a year and knew how good it felt to slide her own fingers in and out of her young pussy. She also knew her real mother (Lynn) had told her many times how it was wrong to do it, since she had caught her fingering herself when she spent the weekend last summer.
She was brought back to the present when Debbie yelled for her to come down and show off the new outfit. Ann tried to pull down on the dress but it wasn't going any lower. She had put the outfit on as she had been told except she had put on a pair of white panties even though Debbie had told her not to worry about panties with the outfit. As she walked into the living room she felt ashamed that so much of her was exposed. The dress barely covered her titties and came just a couple inches below her ass. She had her hands attempting to cover her private area in front until Debbie ordered her to remove her mands so she could see what she looked like in the outfit. As soon as she moved her hands Debbie told her to turn around slowly so she could view the back. As Ann turned around Debbie reached over and pulled the back of the dress up.
" What the fuck is this? I said no panties didn't I you little bitch." Debbie screamed at Ann. Then she ripped the panties from Ann's young ass, swung her around and slapped her hard across the face. "Next time I tell you anything you better do what the fuck I say!" Debbie then grabbed Ann's long blonde hair and pulled her to the sofa where she threw her on it, and jumped on top of her. She punched Ann hard in the stomach and kneed her between her legs causing a pain that almost made Ann pass out as the pain shot throught her virgin pussy and spread throughout her whole body. Debbie continued to scream and cuss Ann. "You little stupid fucking cunt! When I speak you listen bitch! If I tell you toshit you better ask how much you little fucking slut! Fuck with me again and I will kill your fucking ass! Do you understand me bitch?" Debbie then drove her knee into Ann's virgin cunt again and this time Ann passed out from the pain.
Ann had no idea how long she was out but when she came too she was lying on her own bed. She laid still for a minute then tried to raise up. " Don't move bitch" Debbie ordered."We are going to have a little talk about who is the boss! Or I am going to talk and if you have any brains you will keep your mouth shut and listen. What I did to you downstairs is nothing compared to what I can and will do to you if you dare resist me. Do I make myself clear cunt?" Ann had been cussed by Debbie before but she had never touched her until today and that was something Ann didn't want to happen again. She tried to think of something to say, but all she could do was nod her head yes.
Debbie had been planning this day for months. The plan had started when Ann dared try to tell her father that his beloved wife was fucking her brains out every time he wasn't home and with anyone with a stiff dick. Of course she had convience her husband that his darling little girl was just trying to get back at her because she wouldn't allow Ann to go with her friends on an overnight trip. This little cunt was going to find out first hand why when her old man wasn't around Ann still needed her pussy taken care of and be damned if she was going to be satisfied with just using her vibrator. She loved real cock and she got it where and when she could. Yes soon daddy's poor little virgin would be transformed into a cum hungry slut that couldn't wait for just one cock to fill her pussy. Months of careful planning and tonight all of her plan would happen.
Ann's father (John) was due home around 6 this evening and Debbie wanted to make sure Ann and everything else would be ready for the home coming. She had put up with this little bitch and a husband who came home about once every two months for a few days then be off again for another couple months. The dumb bastard expected Debbie to do without and just wait for him. Fuck he did have a 10 inch cock and it was very thick and the fucking asshole knew how to use his tongue as well as his cock. Debbie thought to herself, "If John would change his job position so he could be home everyday to satisfy his wife, none of this would be needed or about to happen. But John wasn't about to change jobs so she had come up with a plan to force him to change."
Just then Ann twisted on the bed which immediately caught Debbie's attention and broke her train of thoughts. Debbie looked at Ann and informed her in no uncertain terms that she would hurt Ann seriously if the little cunt tried to do or say anything except what she was told to do. " Your stupid fucking father will be here around 6 and you will wear your new outfit to dinner and you better leave the fucking panties off!" Debbie said and by the look on her face Ann knew it was a demand that she better follow. Debbie continued, " When he gets home I will tell him you are getting ready for dinner and not to bother you because you want to surprise him with your new clothes. You are not to come down until I call you the second time. When I call you the first time you will answer that you are drying your hair and need a few minutes."
Ann started to speak and Debbie drew her hand back causing Ann to stop cold in her tracks. Debbie continued, "Ann shut the fuck up and listen or I will make you regret it. Bitch remember your old man will only be here a couple days and then you will have to deal with me, and you know what I can do to you then. Where was I? Oh yea. When I call you the second time you will say just one minute while you finish dressing. Wait a minute then yell Get ready and come down the stairs. Wait for your father to come to you and do not run to him. UNDERSTAND?" Debbie yelled. Ann nodded her head, and Debbbie took up were she had left off. "When he gets to you hug him and give him a kiss. Then ask him what he thinks of your new outfit and spin around. No matter what he says or does you will tell him I disaproved but you knew he would love it." Debbie gave Ann a look that could kill. "Fuck this up and I will hurt you far more then your little fucking brain can conceive. You better do it just as I said or not even dear daddy will be able to save you." Debbie instructed Ann to get her bath and get dressed and ready even though it was just 4:30 and she had plenty of time.
John arrived home at 5:45 and of course his first question was where was his darling daughter. Debbie knew this was always his first question and had her answer ready. " Oh she is getting dressed up in her new clothes. The ones she insisted on getting for her birthday. I tried telling her they were to short and exposed to much of her but you know how she gets so I just let her get them." While she was talking she was fixing John a special drink. " When she comes down just tell her how great she looks and don't raise hell at her ok? She said you would love what she picked out so don't disapoint her." Debbie handed John his drink and yelled for Ann telling her Dinner was ready and her dad was home. Ann replied right on cue, " I'm drying my hair and need a few minutes ok? " Debbie smiled to herself and said. " John are you ready for another drink while we wait for our little girl?" Without waiting for an answer she prepared another drink and made it even stronger then the first one. Debbie walked over with the drink and rubbed her husbands crotch area which contained a ragging hardon. " Well well I can see you are glad to be home but I'm afraid you will have to wat a little longer honey. Remember Ann has gone through a lot of fuss for you."
John drank the second drink and Debbie fixed him a third one. He was feeling horny as hell and his cock was so hard it really was hurting. As Debbie walked by he grabbed her ass and gave her a squeeze. " John quit that." Debbie laughed and then said, "Besides I have a very special surprise for you tonight. You will never forget the surprise as long as you live honey. Ann are you ready yet?" Again right on cue Ann yelled back "Just a minute I am almost finished dressing." Debbie looked at John and could see the buldge in his slacks. So far so good, The drink was working just like it was suppose to. She walked back over and fixed yet another drink for John. When she handed it to John He asked " What the hell is in this, I can't remember ever being so damn horny. I'm not drunk and don't even feel high." Debbie cut him off. " John you have been away amost three months what do you expect? Look coming down the stairs."
Ann walked down the stairs and knew that from where her dad was setting he could see her private area since she had followed Debbies instructions and had left her panties off. When she reached the bottom step her father slowly walked over to her and she gave him a huge hug and a kiss on his check. She then twirled around which caused the bottom of her dress to fan out exposing her ass and pussy to her father's eyes. The view wasn't wasted either, her father's eyes were glued to his young virgin daughter's ass and pussy. Ann asked him what he thought and he replied, "WOW you are sure growing up fast and becoming a very desirable young lady."
Debbie said, "Ok lets go eat. I have a lot planned for this evening." She ushered them into the kitchen and got them seated. She poured both a drink of cola and fixed herself a sprite. As Ann drank the cola she started feeling very warm between her legs. Her mind started wandering and she thought about seeing Debbie fucking the many different guys and realized she was wondering what her first time would be like. John was also thinking about sex. He couldn't get the picture of his daughter's young exposed pussy and ass out of his mind. He kept wandering if she was still a virgin and what it would feel like to fuck a girl so young. As the scene was unfolding in front of her Debbie was planning the next stage of the evening events. As soon as they finished dinner she told John to go in the living room and relax while Ann helpped her clear the table and do the dishes.
John left and Debbie turned to Ann. " I saw you looking at his cock, think you would like to see it? Ann couldn't think how she should answer but after a minute said yes she would, immediately turning red. Debbie laughed and said " Well you will see it tonight and a lot more. You will suck it and your old man will fuck you.!" Ann said "Huh what do you mean? He wouldn't do that. That wouldn't be right!" " Shut the fuck up you smart ass little cunt. Debbie shot back. Both of you will do as I say tonight and you will like it. I have given you both something that will make you do it. So bitch start thinking how good it will feel to have your dear daddy's cock pumping his cum deep inside you. " Ann had already had thoses thoughts before when she would finger herself. She knew if her dad would love her she would never want anyone else unlike Debbie. Just then Debbie shoved her toward the living room.
John was setting on the couch and rubbing his cock through his slacks. As the ladies entered he stopped and tried to squirm atround to hide his hard cock. Debbie smiled and asked, " John isn't it kind of hard to massage your cock in your pants?" Then she walked over to him and said, " John take your cock out so we can see it. Your daughter wants to see your cock so pull it out." As if possesed John undid his belt and zipped his pants open then slid them down to his knees, along with his boxers. His cock stood straight up and Ann's eyes were fixed on it. Ann's lips suddenly became dry and she licked them to try and make them moist. Debbie looked at John's cock then at Ann, then back to John. "Ann come over here so you can touch it if you want to. You want her to touch it don't you John?" John shook his head yes and motioned Ann to come to him. He knew what was happening was wrong and he should stop it but not only couldn't he, but he didn't want to stop it. In fact he wanted to shove his cock in his daughter's mouth and in her pussy and yes even in her ass. Little did he know the drug his wife had slipped him was what was making him want to fuck his daughter, and it was also keeping him from using common sense and stopping it. Ann moved forward having much the same thoughts as her dad. She knew it was wrong but she knew that right now she wanted what she was heading for. Even before she got to her dad she was reaching out for his cock. Finding her desire she took hold of it and slowly stroked it up and down. John reached out and grabbed the back of Ann's head and pulled it toward his crotch. Ann didn't fight her father pulling her to his cock. The drug and natural urges working together made her want him in her. "Kiss his cock" Debbie demanded. Ann lowered her head and kissed the head of it. She was acting on instinct and so did her father. As his daughter's head reached the head of his cock he wrapped his fingers in her hair and forced the head of his cock into her mouth. Ann took as much as she could until it hit the back of her throat. John wanted more of his cock in her mouth and pulled her down until she was gagging. It took a few minutes for Ann to control her gag reflex, but each time her father would thrust forward and pull her head down more of his cock entered her mouth. It wasn't long before she was deep throating her dad's cock, and loving the feeling. By now animal instinct took over and Ann and John forgot all about being father and daughter. He pumped his cock into her and as he reached his first climax he pulled his daughter tight to his crotch. Debbie was also loving what was happening it was fitting perfectly into her plan. John screamed at his daughter " Oh God baby I'm cummingggg! Take it baby " He unloaded his cum into her mouth and Ann did her best to swallow each spurt but due to the force of his orgasm much of his load ran down the sides of her mouth. As John emptied the last of his load he fell back and released his grip on his daughter's head. Ann started to pull back but Debbie had other plans for the pair. Debbie yelled " Don't quit dear. You need to suck and lick him clean". When Ann didn't move fast enough for Debbie she screamed, " Suck him bitch and make him hard again or you know what will happen!" Ann licked and sucked and after a few minutes her father's cock grew hard once again. As soon as Debbie saw her husband's hard cock she said in a calm voice, " Ok John it's time to fuck her. You both want it so give it to her." John didn't need any more encouragement he went to work on getting Ann's clothes off her and then tore his shirt off and removed his shoes, socks, pants, and Boxers. He shoved Ann back onto the carpet and turned so he had access to her pussy while he pumped his cock back into her mouth. The heat between them was unbelievable. John had started eating his daughter's virgin cunt while she sucked his cock. Caught up in the passion of the moment, Both had now forgot totaly about Debbie even being in the room. This also fit right into her plans. She had the cam corder and was filming the entire scene to use later.
After several minutes of devouring his daughter's virgin love channel she reached her first climax and her whole body shook. Moments later John pulled his cock out of her mouth and spun around so his cock was aimed directly at the entrance to his virgin daughter's pussy. John was possesed with getting his cock deep in his daughter and had no plans of being gentle about it.. He twisted Ann's Hair around his fingers and held her in place with his weight. He moved the head of his cock to her pussy lips with his free hand. In one swift movement he thrust into her causing her to scream from the sudden pain of being violated for the first time. John didn't stop until he had all 10 inches in his daughter cunt. He waited a minute, not to allow her pussy to adjust but to take a deep breath. Then he started fucking his daughter in earnest. He didn't care if it was hurting her or about it being wrong to fuck his daughter. His only thoughts where enjoying this tight pussy and filling her with his cum. He wanted his own satisfaction and to that end nothing else mattered. Ann was having her own feelings about her first time. It had hurt like a motherfucker when her father shoved into her so hard but her body was also excepting the sensation of being stimulated by a hard cock pumping in and out of it. The pain had ended and the feeling now was pleasure. More then anything she wanted her father's cock to fill her inner being as much as possible. All thoughts for her too was centered on one thing her own gratification. The cock pumping in and out didn't matter who it belonged to at the moment. She had it in her and that made it her's for the time being and she was enjoying each thrust and withdrawal of the massive cock filling her pussy. It was as if they had become one, with one goal, their sexual satisfaction. John was pumping her fast and hard and Ann started yelling as she reached her peak. " Oh God Yes! Yes fuck me faster! Oh God I'm cummingggggg! Her screams pushed John over the top and he too strarted yelling. " Oh fuck! Goddamn it! I can't hold it any longer! Fuck I'm cummingggg!" John emptied his fertile seed deep in his daughter's cunt at the same time she climaxed. They continued to fuck for another couple minutes until both were completely spent. John colasped and rolled off his child. They lay side by side for about fifteen minutes as they came down from their climaxes. Ann was the first to stir as she wiped her pussy of the cum that had ran out and licked it off her fingers. John seeing his daughter willingly eating his cum made him hard again and now he knew what he was going to do. He rolled back over and layed on top of his daughter. He licked her tits and sucked on them a few times. Ann wanted her father inside her again as much as he wanted to be in her. She spread her legs as far as she could and John slid forward until his cock was at the entrance to his daughter's recently virgin pussy. Some powerful feeling caused him to stop. He knew this shouldn't be happening and he had to take control and get off his daughter. Ann was humping against his cock trying to get it inside her. But John was slowly trying to move back from his daughter. His mind was really fucked up. he wanted so much to drive his cock into her and then he knew he just couldn't do it to his daughter. His mind went back and forth, fuck her-get off her-fuck her- get off her. Debbie seeing what was going on yelled at John, " Go on John give it to her. Can't you see you both want it. Ann tell your daddy you want his cock in you now!" Ann didn't hesitate, " Yes daddy I do want you in me again. I want you to take me. I want you Dad." That did John in, he could no longer fight the drug, Debbie, and Ann all urging him to fuck his daughter.
John positioned himself to enter his daughter and then raised her legs to open her so he could enter her a little easier. He leaned forward, bracing himself with his arms while also holding Ann's legs up and apart. He lunged forward and forced the head inside his daughter's ass. He only got about two inches in with the first thrust but quickly forced another two inches into her. He pulled back a little and the plundged forward with a quick thrust streaching Ann's anal ring and hitting the back of her bowel. He was all the way in and Ann had tears running down her face. He slowly withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside his daughter. Ann begged him, " NO daddy don't pull out. I'm ok. It just hurt for a minute but I'm ok now." Debbie chimed in, " John she is asking you to fuck her so what are you waiting for? " John shoved back in and then slowly got a good pace going. He kept pumping his cock in and out of his daughter and she seem to be enjoying it. Ann started moving with her dad trying to get more of him in her. Her movement spured John on and he picked up the pace and started fucking his daughter in earnest. He was sweating driving his cock into his daughter with the passion of a unleashed animal. Right now the only thing that mattered was busting a nut inside this young ass and he was driving it in her harder with each stroke. John could feel his nut sack tighten as he reached his peak. Ann was doing her best to match her dad's thrust and each time could feel him hitting the back of her now open anal canal. Debbie yelled at John again with insructions. "If you are going to cum put your cock back in her pussy and fill her good." John pulled his cock out of ann's ass and plundged deep into her pussy. After just a few deep thrust John gave one final thrust and burried his cock as deep as possible in his daughter. He held her ass tight against his crotch and filled her with his cum. He came and came and it felt like he was going to keep cumming forever. Spurt after spurt erupted into his daughter's pussy until at last his climax began to end. Now his cock was just ozooing into her and his dick was starting to shrink. When he had emptied his load in his daughter's deflowered pussy he colasped on top of her, allowing his cock to slowly slip out of her as it shrank back to it's limp size. He then rolled off his daughter and for the first time kissed her as his lover instead of his daughter. Ann kissed him back and took his cock in her hand and lay her head on his shoulder.
Debbie applauded the preformance, turned off the camera, and then told Ann she needed to lick her daddy clean.
If you enjoyed chapter one let me know and I will post the next chapter. |
Title: 1. Sex with Gabrielle: First time
Tags: True Story, Consensual Sex, First Time, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young
Introduction:
English isn't my first language so please don't judge.
Content:
The following story takes place during my high school years.
So I was dating this cute 18 years old girl named Gabrielle for about 6 months. She was a 5'2'', 100 pounds girl with B cup breasts and a nice soft ass. Our relationship was going great, except, we didn't have sex yet, (when I was young it was a big deal lol) which made my friends laugh at me sometimes, but it's cool, I'm not the kind of dude that gets mad for nothing.
We were still virgins and at that time, living at our respective parents house, it was difficult to have enough alone time to even consider having sex. You might think that waiting 6 months to have sex with such a beautiful girl is not that big of a deal, but trust me, she gave me such a hard time (literally) during this half-year by teasing me.
She sent me nudes of her every morning after her shower as she known that I was a morning-fap kind of guy. At least I was lucky enough to have the most beautiful sight every morning. She did all sorts of seductive poses to tease the fuck out of me. One day she was standing straight and took the picture from behind, allowing me to enjoy every single pixel of her perfect butt. The next day, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her legs spread wide open, massaging her clit and stroking her tits. And it went on and on...
She often included with her pictures small paragraphs on what she would like me to do to her and how she would like to be fucked. I always came so fast during my fap sessions as I imagined how awesome it would be to finally have a taste of her young and perfectly balanced body. But, there's more...
Every time we were together, and I mean every single time (yes, that includes in front of our friends, of her parents, at school, in every public place we have been together), she managed to tease me so hard by making me hug her from behind, so she could push her round ass against my crotch, making my 7 inch cock harden in an instant. Sometimes, I even came close to cum when she started rubbing herself on me, but I made her stop before as I knew I wouldn't enjoy having a big mess in my pants for the rest of the day. Also, when no one was around (these moments usually only lasted for a minute), she whispered in my ear the dirtiest things I've ever heard. Her seductive voice alone was enough to make me feel a bulge in my pants.
As you can guess, I was starting to need more than a couple of pics and my left hand to find relief. Luckily enough, out of nowhere, my parents decided to have a night together, so I finally had the house to myself. Immediately I told my girlfriend so she could come over and make her dirty talk come to life. So this night, as soon as my parents left, I told her on Facebook to come over and about 15 minutes later I heard a knock on the front door.
I've never seen such a beautiful thing in my life. My sexy girlfriend was wearing the tightest dress you could imagine. It was a silky black dress barely covering her ass and revealing most of her breast. On my part, I was wearing pretty casual clothes, the classic shorts and t-shirt combo as I didn't know she was going to dress like that. I swear to god my heart skipped a beat when she said with a seductive tone of voice, looking deep in my eyes with such intensity: ''Oops, I think I forgot my panties at home...''
At that exact moment, I knew I would remember this night forever. As I closed the door behind her, I smelled a hint of her citrus y perfume which I always LOVED. Then, she said, ''I want it to be an unforgettable night for both of us, so please, don't even think about condoms, you know that I'm on the pill and that we are still virgins so there shouldn't be any problem.'' Not knowing what to respond to this, I said ''I love you'' and gave the most passionate kiss a man could give to her girlfriend. The tension was already quite high so I stopped the kiss pretty quickly because I planned to take her to my parents' room where I set up candles and romantic music.
So I told her to follow me to the ''love room'' as we used to call it after this night, and as we got in, as soon as I locked the door, we began to kiss each other so deeply and romantically. My hands couldn't resist the temptation to feel her ass combined with the silkiness of her tight dress. As I grabbed her beautiful butt cheeks, she started to moan softly as me grabbing her ass always drove her crazy. As she was moaning, small puffs of hot air were entering my mouth and after about a minute of ass-grabbing she started to take my shirt off slowly.
Once my shirt was fully taken off, she started to unzip my shorts and my hard cock made it difficult for her to take them off, as tension was holding my shorts to my body. She finally took my shorts off and the friction that it caused made me grunt a little as it felt really good. Then, she stopped our kiss and smiled at me so I smiled back at her. Of course, her body was sexy, but her face was perfect to me, so I decided to lift her off the ground, still grabbing her ass, and I laid her on the bed. At this point, the sight of my hot girlfriend and all that past teasing pushed me over the edge. My boxers were on the ground in an instant.
She let out a big moan as she saw my dick burst out of my boxers. Then I leaned over her and we began kissing again, but this time, my dick was merely an inch away from her warm wetness that was her still intact pussy. I realized that I was the only one naked so I removed her dress in an instant and continued our deep kiss. I then started to grab and lick yer perky tits and she began to moan even louder than with the ass grabbing. I pleasured her for about two minutes then she grabbed my face, placed my ear near her lips and whispered in my ear just like she did when she was teasing me ''Please, I beg you, fuck me, please, I want you inside me so bad.''
I've never heard such a beautiful thing since then. Just as she whispered in my ear, she embraced me with her legs wrapped around my waist, and she slowly pulled me closer and closer to her. I could feel the heat of her pussy more and more as my cock approached her closer and closer. This moment lasted for a full year in my head, but it probably lasted only half a second honestly, but I'm telling the story as I remember it. Then, the first contact happened. The tip of my dick was now slowing pushing her vaginal entrance. At this point, I knew it was time, so I said to her ''I love you so much'' and wrapped my lips around hers, and she pulled me with her legs in a slow, but constant motion up to her cervix, feeling every inch of the tightest pussy I'll ever have the chance to pop.
It lasted about 5 seconds until my dick was completely buried in her love hole. At first, I was a little surprised that she didn't make a sound during the process, before realizing that she was unable to breathe because the pleasuring pain was so much at once for her. She kept me in a really tight grip for another 5 seconds before finally releasing her grip and allowing herself to breathe again, exhaling warm air into my mouth. I let her catch her breath for a couple of seconds, and then I started to slowly withdraw myself her. As I do this, she let's out a long high-pitched moan that I like so much. When only the tip remains in her, I stopped to ask her if she was okay and she just locked my waist again with her legs and kissed me deeply. I took that as a yes and began to thrust myself in again.
She started to moan loudly again in my mouth as we were kissing, and I pushed myself up to her cervix again, pushing as hard as I could as I knew this would make yer go nuts. This time, she was able to breathe so I began pumping myself in and out of my wonderful girlfriend, still kissing her with all the love that I got. I began to up the pace gradually, up to a point where she suddenly stopped to breathe, broke the kiss, stared at me with her beautiful green eyes mouth wide open, and then, I started to feel her vagina pulsating in short bursts around my shaft, making it harder for me to do an up and down motion, so I just decided to push inside as hard as I could and watch her perfect body shake while she came around my cock.
Once the most beautiful orgasm I'll ever see in my life was finished, she had a really hard time catching her breath. About a minute later, after she calmed down, she said: ''I want you to fill me up with your love juice.'' I didn't need much more to start pounding her harder and harder. We were making eye contact as I was banging her and then I slowly felt more and more the need to release myself into my girlfriend's love canal. Once I was close enough, I started to fuck her as hard as I could, as deep as I could, as fast as I could. Just when I was about to nut, Gabrielle started to orgasm again, driving me over the edge. She closed her eyes while she came, so I did the same. I decided to push my cock as deep as I could which made me cum instantly.
I emptied my blue balls deep in her and then I then collapsed on my beautiful girlfriend, making our sweaty bodies glue themselves together. We were so exhausted from our orgasms that we stayed in this position for almost 10 minutes. Me on top of her missionary style, her legs hanging on the side of the bed. Her cute hands rubbing my back and telling me how much she loves me and vice versa. After these 10 minutes, I finally became flaccid and I withdrawn my cock out of her and was laying beside her. Immediately, we heard the sound of huge drops of cum drooling out of her pussy, falling on the floor.
This sound made me hard again so I grabbed her and put her on me so she was riding me. Of course, some cum was leaking on me but, who cares? It's mine after all and it's coming out of my perfect girlfriend. This time, we knew each other couldn't wait for round two so she quickly positioned my shaft towards her moist entrance and she dropped herself on me super hard. It felt so good that we needed a sec to recover, but after this moment, I only wanted one thing, refill her with my love potion. And that's what I did, I grabbed her ass and lifted it up and then pulling it down as fast as I could. After a good 10 minutes of this (it fell so good we didn't even need to change positions), her moaning started to get louder and I felt my balls tense up.
She then collapsed on me, not being able to breathe, and her pulsating pussy made me come as deep as I could in her. This time though, as she collapsed on me, we managed to lock lips and I could feel a little of her hot saliva making it's way in my mouth, which made my orgasm even better. Also, it was the last thing I could remember of that night because we both fell asleep right after our orgasm. I woke up first the next day, my flaccid cock barely inside her, with dried up semen all over my cock and balls. As I tried to lay her beside me I accidentally woke her up. Seeing the most beautiful sight: The eyes of your first love after a night to be always remembered...
The End. |
Title: 10-10 Margey Household gets some Indian
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Jenny & Joe
Content:
Themes: ws, mast, lez, light scat, Asian/Indian
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 10-10 Margey household gets some Indian
by StackofBooks
(2266 words)
Suze, Beth & Bindi still wore their butt plugs from time to time around the house, with their knickers off and their tails attached (fox, cat & squirrel), showing off their bare cameltoe front clefts as well. Then they had the idea to modify their shorts so that the appendages stuck through holes at the back. (My two girls had of course the sewing skills to achieve this.) But for indoor/garden use only. If unexpected visitors came, the tails had to be unscrewed immediately.
(I had a nightmare about all 3 being arrested in the local shopping centre where in my imagination their tails had become three foot long and much bushier. They also had a grotesque long yellow dildo stuck in each pussy. The police officer - played by Chris - arrived at my front door with them in handcuffs saying: I say, Mr Steve, your daughters seem to have reverted into animagi. I was put into a straitjacket and spent the rest of my days in a small padded cell. Read into all that what you will, Dr Freud!!)
The 3 girls spent a lot of time in the kitchen, thus relieving Margey. However, she then frittered her free time away by rewatching all the sexy videos we had made. Almost everything we ate was prepared by them - sometimes the same thing on 2 or 3 (or four one time) nights as they strove to perfect it. As well as Indian & Mexican dishes, they tried things from many other countries.
All of them had now finished college, and were mooching about thinking about the next move. Bindi was told by the bank that the mortgage had been fully paid off, and she was able to take some capital out with the property as security.
Using it, she bought Margey a brand new car as hers had died recently. She got Franny a replacement top of the range washing machine/dryer, Molly a new kitchen, and the two youngest a spanking hi-tech laptop each.
She presented the car keys and the computers as a surprise at a 5 person family dinner one night. She knocked on the table and did a pretty good impression of my deep voice. She even stood on a box to emulate my height - then she stole part of my speech.
"Ahem!! Ladies & Gentlemen. And Steve. We are gathered here together to celebrate....aah...sorry, wrong piece of paper.
Margey, my mum, you are a human dynamo and the power station behind this household. If I only achieve 10% in my life of what you have done, bringing up your four amazing girls, I will be happy. They say behind every great man, there is a greater woman. Well, we don't have a great man (dark look at me), but you're as good as one.
Go look outside the door and you'll find a big red bow, like Franny got on her 16th. (My goodness, these girls really do talk to each other.) The keys are in it.
Darling Suze, I am an only child and you are like the sister I never had but always wanted. You are true, honest and steadfast and I wish to have many of your other qualities too. This is for you. (And pulled out a laptop box from under the table.)
Precious Beth, the same words apply to you. You and your sis accepted me here from Day 1, Minute 1, with no hesitation or reservations. At the time of my parent's death you were like a rock to me. I think you cried more than I did. I hope you find this gift useful."
Her demeanour changed dramatically, a full anger face. I must admit I was as scared as Chris had been.
"Steve, you bastard, you fucking SOB. (Straight from Franny's book!) You walk around this house as if you own it. You don't. It belongs to the Mexicans and I am now an honorary member of that country.
You fuck every cunt and every arsehole you see around here. You fill my orifices with your disgusting spunk on a regular basis. You even pee on and in me. Then you force me to put my beautiful brown and pink crack near your face and piss in your gobshite mouth. Believe me, if I had my way I wouldn't give you one teaspoonful of my valuable urine.
I watched this bit of the video time and time again. At the girls' ceremony, Franny and the girls told you to piss off and never darken this door again. But you're still fucking here. Why?
Another 5 minutes of swear word filled haranguing followed, which I don't have the guts to write down. My memory bank switched off as I cowered in my chair, racking my brains to figure out what I'd done wrong.
You deserve sweet Fuck-All! But you can have this if you want."
And she violently threw at me a small clear self-seal baggie, containing a flat piece of plastic. At first, I was confused as I didn't recognise it. Then saw it was a guitar plectrum.
"Bring it in Suze!"
It was heavy, but she managed it. A dark black guitar case with golden buckles. I put it on the table, and lifted the lid to reveal a dark crimson plush velvet interior. With a 6-string acoustic guitar inside, made out of the most beautiful woods you could imagine. The back was a gorgeous work of art. I'd heard of the name on the headstock: Takemine.
Bindi knew that I'd been on about wanting to learn for ages. It was the perfect gift.
She stepped off the box and changed back to normal Bindi and said sweetly:
"A guy called Dean helped me choose it. Lessons with him are included. I really do love you Steve". And sat down.
A minute long round of applause rang around the table. I had to drink a shot of brandy (or two) to regain my composure.
Her parent's house was indeed rented out on a short term basis not long after to a young Indian couple recently arrived from Mumbai, with two toddlers (four and two) in tow. They of course had Indian names, but decided to fit in with Western culture and acclimatise more quickly by becoming Joe and Jenny.
When they moved in, they were of course totally unfamiliar with how things worked in this country. Bindi had passed her test by now, and after using mine for a while, bought her own second-hand one and went over a lot.
Their English was fairly good, but Bindi was bilingual and that oiled the wheels of communication a lot.
Margey and I spent a lot of time with them too, as they were genuinely nice people - with a hint of something going on underneath, that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Jenny cooked some amazing meals for us and they were both partial to a drop of wine or some beer - but in moderation, never to excess.
They came over to us frequently as well and they had never had Mexican food before (had not even heard of it) and loved every bite they ate. J & J also enjoyed the swimming pool and hot tub, even if we weren't there (with our blessing of course), as these kinds of western luxuries were completely alien to them.
We came home one day to find them in the tub looking a bit flushed, but they fobbed it off as the water being too hot for them. But naughty Steve had had a motion-activated hidden Wi-Fi camera trained on it. And I saw later on they'd been fucking!!
It seems they both had a high sex drive (*that's* what it was, the thing I couldn't suss out) as they did it on many occasions. Margey liked the look of his big brown dick, and for me, underneath her sari, her bikini body was truly scrumptious.
We decided just to surprise them in the tub one day and call their bluff and hid our cars down the road to make them think we were out. They were both fully naked and he was sticking it up her from behind, as we walked out in only our dressing gowns. I was expecting them to be aggressive, defensive or apologetic, or something else in between. But none of those. That's when I knew it was all deliberate, to entice us. To tell us in a subtle way that they both liked us and wanted to go foursome. Not sure if they have wife swapping in Mumbai or India, but that's what they were hoping for. Maybe they had had sexy conversations with Bindi. Maybe she had hinted we were up for it. Maybe she even had suggested this plan of attack.
We took off our robes and climbed in. Jenny asked permission to sit on my lap. Joe took Margey's hand and politely offered her to do the same. She could immediately feel his cock swell up, and mine did as well as Jenny took my hands and put them on her medium sized breasts. Margey followed suit and he had obviously never felt boobs like that before as he went goggly-eyed.
We didn't have much time as the kids would be back soon, but we fucked the other's spouse and promised another session.
At dinner that night, Bindi asked me if everything had gone well today, and gave me a huge wink that must have bruised her eyeball. (She knew how to access the recorded Wi-Fi camera videos on the PC and had masturbated herself to ejaculation by watching the four of us fucking. She mopped up the juices with her knickers and left them there for me, or Margey, to find.)
The girls were making plans to set up in business together, their main idea to train young people with basic, intermediate and advanced cooking skills. The parent's house was big enough to facilitate this. They decided not to say anything to push Joe and Jenny, but if and when they left they would all move in and start serious preparations.
During college, Beth and Suze had no time for A.S.S. so hadn't been there for a long time, but still felt a great deal of affection for Andrea & Kim. As well as Sally and Arnold who were still there.
So the 3 of them went to talk to Andrea to help set up business plans, balance sheets and P&L accounts as they themselves had minimal experience in this area - and she had it, in spades.
As it happened, Joe and Jenny decided the house was a bit too big for them, and put in the required 2 months notice in month 10 of being there. (All parties knew from the start it was just a stepping stone, so no big surprise.) They found a nice but smaller detached house not too far away; however, it a big garden for the kids. Bindi's house only had a small one.
So even though Margey and I had plenty of notice about it, it was still an extremely sad day when the removal lorry came for B, S & B's belongings. In fact, that's what they called themselves: BSB Catering. Andrea gave them the idea that before implementing the training part of their business, they should do catering and deliver high quality food locally for events such as weddings, wakes and private parties. She said the overheads would be less and the profit margins higher. Turned out to be a genius idea.
Within a month of moving in, they had 3 bookings without even advertising: an Indian wedding, a 21st birthday party in a marquee and a party for 10 at the home of a local hot-shot politician.
Empty Nest Syndrome. Pee Stain Manor was very quiet now, and we considered selling up and downsizing. But in my heart of hearts, I was hoping to find an Indian girl (well, any girl actually) that I could teach to swim.
In the end, I had to plump for plump Margey (ow! I just got a thump on the arm from her as she saw me write that) as she decided it was high time for her to acquire that particular skill.
Unfortunately for her, the only person she could find was a tall thin bespectacled guy with the beginnings of a beer belly and signs of going bald up top.
The good thing was that she - like Bindi - insisted on us both being naked.
And our first lesson was a washout as we ended up fucking. Isn't that what everybody uses their swimming pool for?
Next time we were fornicating again and Joe and Jenny caught us...and joined in. They spotted the children's paddling pool over by the flower bed and asked us its function, as we didn't have toddlers any more.
Aah, well, yes...it's like this you see....
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Title: 10-1 Car keys on the table
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Swapping
Content:
Themes: ws, mast, lez, m/f, swapping
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 10-1 Car keys on the table
by StackofBooks
(2768 WORDS)
Maybe you'll recall from a previous episode that Elena, the 18 year old Russian au pair, came back to her host's house one Sunday (her day off) earlier than planned and found the grandparents (Jean's mum and dad, Rick & Janine) having intercourse in the spare room. (The kids were peacefully napping in another room far away.)
Jean and Adam had gone out for the day, but not taken the little ones with them. It was a mystery why they'd done that, and they were weirdly silent on the matter. Elena decided it was not her place or her business to pursue the matter.
Her lezzy sessions with Jean still took place occasionally in the afternoons, but as mentioned in another story, they were moved to the evenings so Adam could join in. Initially just to watch, as was his bent, but got more and more involved (inevitably) as time went on. At the beginning, the lesbian relationship with his wife was enough for Elena, but she really did enjoy watching him fuck her - especially if Jean was in doggy style position on her hands and knees, and she was underneath on her back. She got a big kick out of seeing his long fat dick pistoning in and out of her delicious juicy pussy. She took licks along the shaft and on the tip, and used her soft tiny hand to gently caress his balls. Then a finger or thumb on Jean's clit. At the point of his climax, she moistened her middle finger and inserted it deep into his arsehole, and he went to the moon and back. She was not a contortionist, but if she could manage it without twisting herself in knots, she fingered rectally both of them simultaneously, and Jean also journeyed to space. They kissed each other in the Sea of Tranquillity, and returned to Earth in a 3-way hug.
Eventually, the Russian teen au pair plucked up the courage to ask Jean her consent for her hubby to penetrate her. She agreed with no reservations. Of course, the physical positions were now reversed and Jean could see Adam's prick going into the young girl's hot cootie. It didn't make her jealous at all - the opposite really, just very horny. Elena had her 'organism' (she got the wrong word as usual) as he released his seed into her. And Jean cleaned the girl up with her mouth.
The next night, Adam was arse-fucking his wife, again doggy style. Elena was fascinated as she'd never seen this sex act in real life before. So she climbed up on top of Jean, face down, spread her bum cheeks, and pushed out her puckered hole to him. (This was the same picture he'd had the first time he saw Elena naked, all that time ago, performing cunnilingus on his wife.)
All 3 adults confirmed with each other about what she wanted and she nodded her affirmation strongly and verbally. While he was still inserted into Jean's rectal cavity, Adam took the KY and lubed up Elena with his fingers - first 1, and then 2 of them.
Slowly he inserted the tip with foreskin pulled back into her anus, and told her to push slightly as if she was doing a poo, to open the sphincter. Bit by by, slowly but surely, he got in all the way, up to the hilt, his testicles slapping against her pussy and clit. In ecstasy, she released quite a bit of pee on his balls. (Luckily they had a waterproof bed!)
For Adam, she was tight, so very tight, and just as she started to feel the pulses of his sperm on her inner walls...she fainted! She gently fell off to the side onto the bed, but was still breathing normally so they were not unduly worried about her.
After 30 secs or so, she came to with at first a confused look on her lovely young girl's face, but it then turned into the most serene one you've ever seen in your life as she remembered the sensations. They sat her up on the bedroom chair with a towel underneath her backside to soak up the out-coming liquids. She confirmed she was OK, and Adam carefully lifted her up and they all went to the hot tub for an hour to relax.
Since then, she and him had had various trysts in their bed with Jean's full knowledge and permission. Sometimes she was there, sometimes not (clearing up the kitchen, tending to a woken up child, maybe checking her work Emails in her home office).
She found him to be a very tender and compassionate person (and not just during sex) and as she was bisexual herself, like Jean, she could fully understand the latter's decision to get married and have kids. With a guy like him, it was a no-brainer.
It always started with her giving him a cold beer and undressing him when he got in from work, and then massaging him: front, back and legs. If he was still soft, she would bring him to full erection with her hands, mouth and lips. The thing he enjoyed most was her gently scratching her fingernails over his pubic area, shaft and scrotum.
Now his turn for Elena, and if she wasn't already naked, he would take great care in disrobing her: top or T-shirt, skirt (she didn't often wear a dress), bra containing those 34Cs called Tweedledee & Tweedledum. Always with a motorboat included. Then last but not least, her lacy panties were taken off, covering an exceptional pussy, with tight closed lips and a very pronounced and raised cleft. Until you opened her up with your thumbs, you couldn't see her clit at all. He never tired of seeing that flawless body and sniffing her 'Elena' aroma. (Perfume was not her thing. Just plain soap and water.) If she'd been exercising (or romping with Jean), her natural perspiration fragrance was like no other.
For further stimulation if needed, to turn each other on even more, she would pee for him on the WC, and she was able to hold his hose and do the Fireman Sam impression on her belly, tits and genitals. (She was a conscientious girl and never forgot to clean up afterwards.)
Elena had learnt from her 18 year old compatriot Deena (no idea where she got it from - probably Sally) that in order to halt a man's orgasm you could press at the bottom of the base of the shaft.
One time, not long after the aforementioned Sunday, while masturbating him and whispering sexy things in his ear, she halted his orgasm in that way and teased him, demanding to know where they'd gone to that day. Under such blackmail conditions, in order to get his cum release, he was forced to tell her, and subsequently fired a huge fountain of sperm into the air as they lay on the bed and she brought his orgasm to fruition.
Turns out they'd gone to the house of two of his work colleagues, married to each other, called Dean & Serena. When Jean got back from her chores, she found out about his confession, and they both openly and freely told her what had happened that day.
It all started during a normal office meeting which included the 3 of them (without Jean of course as she didn't work there) and many other employees. After it finished and everyone else had left the conference room, the trio started chatting. Dean was blonde, 6'2", and well-muscled. Serena was 5'10", nice shapely booty, double D tits, and long curly auburn hair. Both in their mid-twenties. The talk however was nothing to do with what was on the agenda workwise. Instead, they let slip that they had been wife swapping last weekend.
They stressed that they always only did this kind of thing with other couples they knew, never in groups of more than 4 (i.e. two couples) and never with unknowns before they got to know them in a social situation first to suss them out. Always at their own home or another private house.
As they were relating their sexy tales, Serena was getting quite turned on, stroking her mammaries and rubbing her clit area from outside her skirt. Dean, judging by the lump in his trousers, also felt the same way.
It was late in the day, and they knew most of the other people in the office would have by now gone home for the day. But as a precaution, they locked the conference room door (not unusual if the subject matter was confidential) on the pretext of discussing "next month's sales projections".
Serena undid her husband's fly and brought out Dean's projection (8" uncut, long foreskin) and it was 50% bigger than it had been 5 minutes before. Good performance!! Her 38DD figures were scooped out of her T-shirt and the nipples extended in a poor (but sexy) imitation of his penis growth numbers. She hitched up her short skirt (another raise that day to include in the report) to reveal a knickerless bald quim (she'd removed them just before the meeting started and gave them to Adam later as a souvenir, wiping them first on her cunt's liquids) with large labia hanging down. They looked very moist and juicy. Successful forecast!!
She proceeded to BJ & HJ her husband, and gestured to Adam to get himself out and approach her. Dean fired all of his spunk into her mouth, she swallowing every drop, but she pointed Adam's ejaculate all over her breasts. She used her fingers to taste some of it, but put her twin girls back inside the top, so that the material was very wet and stained. She said she enjoyed the feeling of the baby batter drying on her skin.
They asked Adam if his wife Jean would like to join them next Sunday for a 'foursome session'. He said he would ask her but felt sure the answer would be in the affirmative.
That night, alone in bed with her, he broached the subject and her response was to bonk him like mad - for a long time. That's a yes, then. (As a result, he slightly overslept and was a bit late for work. Thank goodness for flexitime!!)
As it happens, Jean knew Serena vaguely from a social event she'd been to many months ago (and immediately wanted a piece of action of those huge globes, just like she had a crush on Deena for the same reason). Dean she didn't know at all, but from the de***ion of his tool (especially the foreskin) wanted to try every inch of it.
What to do with the kids though? It was Elena's day off. No problem, she decided her mum and dad would babysit. (They did agree, but were miffed as they missed out on participating in an important crown green bowls tournament. Their team lost as a result of their absence. Jean doesn't know about it to this day, but they sure told Elena.)
[By the way, the title of this story comes from an age old idea of how wife-swapping started: that a group of males would first gather in a room, and throw their car key (no fob) on a table or into a bowl. Each female would come in and pick a key at random, and stay with its owner all night to have sex. Not sure if it's just an urban myth, or if it really was a common thing to happen.]
Adam & Jean arrived at Dean & Serena's house at midday. Their home was lovely: good decor, modern and tidy (just wait till they have kids, Jean thought to herself), with many appliances and state of the art technology. Dean was an amateur musician and singer/songwriter, and had set up a home studio in one of their medium sized rooms. Keyboards, guitars, big computer screens, large mixing desk covered in buttons, rotary controls and faders, tape recording machines, and racks and racks of outboard gear that only he knew how to use. He pressed a button and played one of his recent tunes, a wedding song he'd composed for a couple they knew. All the instruments were played or programmed by him, all the multi-layered voices and harmonies sung by him.
You're wasted in your job, Adam said.
Jean concurred: You should do this full time.
They went back into the living room, and Serena said she'd prepared a lasagne which was ready to put in the oven later. Dean was also a good cook and his contribution would be bread and butter pudding, with raisins and cinnamon.
They had quite a few glasses of wine during some general chit-chat, then the subject got onto the Karma Sutra and sex positions. The hosts said they'd had great success with the 'wheelbarrow' and would like to demonstrate.
So they adjourned to the bedroom, taking their glasses and a wine bag-in-a-box with them for top-ups.
It was suggested each undress the other's partner, and they had some scented massage oil to use on them first. They agreed to do whatever they wanted, including fellatio, cunnilingus and penetrative vaginal sex, but the men were not allowed to cum yet. (Very difficult when the lady under you is so fresh and new.)
This was when Adam discovered Serena's long pussy lips, a new experience for him, and he munched and chewed on them to his heart's content. And Jean loved playing with Dean's extensive foreskin. Between them, they'd won life's lottery for extra flesh - VAT included.
A 15 min break was called (that Pinot Noir was very delicious), and then each returned to their own partner. Both couples took turns showing what they liked to do in bed - including for Adam & Jean cowboy/reverse cowboy, and giving pee drinks. They went into the tub to show their other pee games.
Then Dean & Serena demonstrated their wares, so to speak. Of course, they were a bit younger, slightly more flexible and had a lot more stamina.
At one point they were all fucking missionary position (their own spouse) and at a given signal both guys managed to pull out, take their own dick in hand and (almost simultaneously) shoot their white stuff on the OTHER woman's body, as they were laying right next to each other.
The guys needed 30 mins rest (Adam a bit more actually!!) so the two girls investigated each other, hoovering up the cum, swallowing some, feeding each other the rest. Jean finally got to play with Serena's boobs. And her extended pussy lips too. They took turns eating each other out, and it developed into an long 69 session, each endeavouring to make the other cum as many times as possible.
They all had a pause in the bathroom to catch their collective breath and took turns peeing on each other. A quick rinse and then Round 2.
Dean was ready, but Adam needed a bit of coaxing from Serena's small cool hands. (She also knew the nail scratch trick.)
The hosts demonstrated the wheelbarrow on each other, then they swapped girls to try it. All orgasmed again.
One more position was tried that afternoon, but by then sheer exhaustion had overtaken them all. (Too much wine didn't help either...)
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. (Or should it be: the willy is weak, but the flesh is spirit....huh????)
They sat in the nude on towels in the dining room and ate two delicious courses. Mainly with soft drinks and water!
A communal shower ended their day together, and after many hugs and kisses, J & A went home.
(Authors note: Were you ever an au pair or au pair's host with similar experiences to Elena, good or bad, willing or coerced? Reply by Personal Message, not in Comments Box. All info shared is in 100% the strictest confidence.)
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Title: 10-3 Bindi comes to stay
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
The Indian girl arrives
Content:
Themes: ws, mast, lez, light scat, Asian/Indian
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 10-3 Bindi comes to stay
by StackofBooks
(4074 words)
Life at "Pee Stains on the Lawn" farm was still going on much as usual.
Of course, Molly and Franny had already flown the nest and Margey and I missed them dearly. Molly, cos she was always so mature, quiet, level-headed, cool and collected. And the perfect wife for Ben, who had declared to me all those years ago: I'm a one-woman man, and she is "The One" - and only one - for me. And their continuing stable relationship with toddler Charlotte and another one on the way was proof of the pudding.
We missed Franny as well, not just for her sassiness (her put-downs and wisecracks were legendary), but because of her lust for life, her desire for new experiences (sexual and non-sexual), her ability to turn negative situations into positive. I confess it surprised me when I learned that she and Chris looked at each other in Andrea's garden, and after only a short time of meeting each other, knew - just KNEW - they'd found their soulmate. I had sort of imagined she would play the field for a long time, bouncing from one to another like a pinball, even fearing she might plump for an unsuitable oik or a wrong 'un who might mistreat her. Surprisingly, she never used her sassiness on Chris - like he'd been given immunity from the start, as some kind of a 'Get out of jail free' card like in Monopoly.
Suze, the 3rd daughter in Margey's brood was still at home, but now had a boyfriend called Martin. (His surname was Marten, and it always made me wonder what the HELL his parents were thinking when giving him a Christian name. Seriously, what is wrong with these people and others of their ilk??)
He was a good kid and never asked me any awkward questions about circumcised/uncircumcised penises. (Maybe Suze had already told him!) So thankfully we never got to the stage where he lopped his dick out of his pants for me to look at. I had to close down my advice centre in the village, my life already.
However, I did once catch them fucking each other on the living room couch one day, but they were cool and not startled by it and said I could stay if I wanted. I did. He had a good weapon as far as I could see and was fairly adept at what he was doing. I was of course fairly familiar with her lower bits from previous encounters, but still enjoyed the view of her pink slit as it was being penetrated; and he'd pushed up her T-shirt so I could see she'd developed quite nicely up top too. She was enjoying his ministrations immensely, coming every now and again. Martin was a bit concerned when I pulled my dick out to wank it, thinking I might want to take over and usurp him. Nothing was further from my mind though. Suze knew the score however, and opened her mouth wide to receive my load. He pulled out after coming (Margey had put all her girls on contraception as soon as was possible), and he did have a nice smooth 4-incher. Part of me wanted to examine and/or lick off from him all Suze's delicious juices - past experience talking here - she had made.
But in my heart of hearts, I was sort of worried about Suze. Of the four girls she was the one who showed more of a magnetic attraction to lesbianism. (Not that I think that kind of sexuality is wrong - don't misunderstand me.) Her mum had always stressed to me that she herself was 100% straight - until I found she enjoyed lezzie porn; then she had an affair with Ben's mum Andrea; that she wanted to 69 her girls before they stepped into the adult world. So I wondered why Suze was seeing this boy. Maybe she wanted to confirm to herself she was gay. Perhaps she was content with walking both sides of the street.
Lisbeth (or Beth as she preferred) was still hoping to become a basketball star, but all her growing seemed to have been done and she just wasn't quite tall enough. She was a happy-go-lucky kid, and accepted it all with stoic grace. Of all four girls, she was least blessed with good looks, and her mousy short straggly hair and buck teeth held her back somewhat.
Her main redeeming feature (but she had many others such as cooking) was her art. The only left hander in the family, her medium was just about anything: 7B to 7H pencils, charcoal, pastels, then watercolours to acrylics. We encouraged her a lot in this pursuit.
She hated her glasses, but I reminded her that the wearing or not wearing of them does not make you any less or more desirable to a prospective partner. However, if you bump into furniture or get run over by a car because you cannot see properly, that may decrease your chances of being asked out on a date and finding a soulmate. I told her: Look, I wear specs and I found your mum (and you four lovely girls into the bargain). Why can't it happen to you?
She didn't care much about what kind of clothes she wore either, and Margey (or more usually Molly) had to take her in hand every now and again and get her sorted at the shops. Her sexuality was also borderline. She brought home a different boyfriend and girlfriend every now and again, but it seemed nothing was fixed in her mind. But she did occasionally like creeping into my bed (or inviting me to hers) for some mutual masturbation action (but no sex). That's all that seemed to satisfy her and keep her real. Lovely girl, but a bit strange.
Bindi was the Asian girl who'd won both our famous competitions, even beating the Sassmeister, and the famous pout had appeared that day as a result of the latter's disappointment. The victor had jet black hair, very straight, and so long it reached past her buttocks. I longed to bury my face in her tresses (and other parts of her).
She was not now in the same class at college as Suze or Beth, but was still a regular attendee at sleepovers, maybe once a month.
One day I got a phone call from the parents, Mr and Mrs Gandhi (no relation). Apparently there had been a family bereavement in their home village in the Punjab, and due to their religion and customs, they were obliged to attend. But they didn't want to disrupt her education, especially as she didn't really know the person who had died. Their daughter was an only child, and very mature and trustworthy, but it was deemed inadvisable to leave her on her own. Would it be possible for us to look after her for a few weeks? (They couldn't be specific on the length of time due to various factors.)
I said I would check with Margey and get back to them, but couldn't see a problem. She could take Little Miss Sassy's old room if she agreed. The latter did. That tells you a lot about her real character - despite all the bravado and bullshitting façade about getting beaten by another girl in a silly competition, she really was a 24 carat diamond (joke intended) in the middle.
They had to catch the plane the very next day, as there were many connections that had to fall in place to prevent then getting stranded in the middle of nowhere. So after school had finished for the day, Suze drove me (she had her provisional licence now) in my car to their house to pick her and her stuff up. It was a delightful and immaculate home, decorated in traditional Indian style, and she took great pleasure in showing me around everywhere. I felt it inappropriate for me to enter a young girl's bedroom and slightly stuck my head round the door. But she pulled me inside by the hand and sat me and Suze on the bed. She explained where she kept all her things: clothes, books, toys, makeup, toiletries, shoes, etc. (Suze had stayed there many times, and told me her mum and dad were very kind, generous and helpful to her.)
We got back to our place, and the lovely Franny had already been in and cleared out most of her personal possessions. They were now in cardboard boxes in the basement. I could have kissed her. (I did next time, but in a very rude place on her body, which she thoroughly enjoyed. It led to a very interesting session, which maybe I'll relate another time...)
As a parting gift, knowing only I would understand it, she left a message on the outside of the door. No words, just an A4 piece of paper. Top half was the emoji for two fingers. Not the V for victory sign. The other way round. The bottom half was a scanned photograph of her bending over forwards, pulling down her shorts. Mooning me. Her delectable arse still did things to me (I was the first one up it with my dick), and I could also see her shaven slit all too clearly, bringing back happy memories. Luckily Bindi didn't see it, as I quickly pulled it down and folded it into my pocket, to look at whenever I had a dull moment. With a magnifying glass. (A few weeks later, Franny sent the original hi-res version of the jpeg to my phone, and my happiness was unbounded.
We (well mostly I) carried and moved Bindi's things into her room, while she and Beth and Suze played some sort of a board game (I call them bored games) in the corner. I double checked with her that she knew where everything in the house was (she did) and if she had any dietary requirements (she didn't). I assured her that she could talk to me and Margey any time about anything. She took that almost literally.
Like I mentioned in another story, the bathroom was like a capital city's main railway station. Everyone went in and out and never batted an eyelid. The door was never locked, except if someone wanted to poop in peace, they could. It really only applied to me however, as even with the extractor fan full on, my rectal emissions were too smelly to be tolerated by anyone - including me! All of the women had by and large acceptable odours.
Peeing in front of each other on the pot was the norm. Bindi knew that, as she had often partaken of our pee games. Indeed, after the 3 girls had finished their 'boring' game with a dice and counters, she said:
Steve, my parents had to leave in a hurry, but I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting me come here. (She hugged me and kissed me on the lips.) But I know how your family thanks each other, and I'd like to give you something of mine. When Margey gets home, she will get the same.
She laid me down on the ground and lifted her sari to show me a brown cleft with a little bit of hair, but no knickers. She knelt down over my head and smelt heavenly - and released 100ml into me. At first I thought she was playing a trick on me and using a plastic bottle of tap water. Because she had almost no taste. Suze and Beth were also happy their friend was here, and donated as well. (They needed no excuse anyway. In the middle of drawing something or playing with a dolly, they would just break away and adopt the squatting position.)
So I crossed paths often in the bathroom with the Punjabi girl, and she was always very polite and pleasant. If I was brushing my teeth in the morning, she would come in and pee silently (not a hisser! Damn!!) and allow me to watch as she wiped herself. If Beth and/or Suze were there, she got bolder and pooped out 2-3 logs with loud splashes. Again, she had no embarrassment about me seeing her wipe the puckered hole.
My two girls still liked to hold my dick once in a while to void my bladder just before I or we got into the shower. Bindi watched with interest but made no move.
Her parents had been caught up in the Covid outbreak and Emailed me to say they couldn't yet give me a return date as travel was severely restricted.
After about a month, it appeared Bindi had been talking deeply and intently with her new 'siblings'. I was in my dressing gown with only my undies, just about to go to bed. She caught up with me in the corridor, took my hand and guided me into the bathroom. Without saying a word, she undid the belt on my gown, pulled down my briefs halfway, kissed the tip, and nodded to start my pee as she guided it. A shake and a squeeze to finish, her little tongue in my peehole, and a final kiss. And left.
The next night was even stranger. Beth decided she wanted some 'white cream' and told me to come and see her in an hour. Bindi was there with her and I almost bolted.
Please Steve, stay, and let Beth look after you. Besides, I've seen it before when we had a pyjama party. (True, I'd forgotten that.)
So Beth started in her own professional and competent way. I closed my eyes and zoned out, only to realise the hand was now different and a little bit amateurish. But it was still bringing me up to the boil. She leaned in very close and I smelt her hair for the first time. Her kiss on my lips was nice as she used a bit of tongue. I tried to warn her of my impending explosion, but she just leaned down, took the glans in her mouth and received the whole load. The remaining unswallowed part was snowballed to Beth. I cautioned them both to go wash their hands carefully right now before touching their own or each other's pussy.
A week later, I was stepping into the shower (already had peed unfortunately). She walked in and asked if she could join me. Of course. She asked me to undress her: today Western clothes, T-shirt, blue bra, red shorts and flowery knickers, white ankle socks. She put her very long hair up and stuffed it into a shower cap. I don't want to get it wet, it'll take too long to dry, she explained.
She offered to wash me first, using shower gel and bar soap, with a sponge and then her hands. She spent a long time on my wedding tackle as the bedroom the other night had been too dark for her to see anything in detail. After rinsing, it was my turn to wash her.
Just a pleasure to touch and feel her whole body. Her tits were a marble sculptor's dream; her backside also; and God had a very good day when he created her pussy. She was first in the queue for that!!
Nude Margey walked in on us, not expecting anyone to be there. She also pinned her hair and shower-capped, and stepped in. She was a bit bolder than I, and started massaging her boobs and twiddling the nips. Spreading her flat hands over her brown-skinned buttocks. Asking permission to push a finger into her, and she squealed and squirmed with delight and sheer pleasure. The water was switched off temporarily as Margey knelt down and put her mouth against Bindi's vagina, as I squeezed her tits from behind. I could feel her orgasm building up and finally the huge wave crashed.
She said: Steve, Margey, you remember how I enjoyed everyone peeing in my hair that day? I like it and there's something in that golden liquid that strengthens and makes my hair beautiful. One day soon, fill yourselves up to the brim, cover me all over with your champagne, and help me wash it out. Steve, I know you were watching the girls do the same that day, but you were too polite or too gentlemanly to ask to join in. This is your chance. And 3 days later we did exactly that to her.
To finish, it was Margey's turn to receive as we both cleaned her up. The girl was especially enchanted by her full and plump breasts. Bindi then applied her fingers to her clit, inserted some fingers, then balled her hand into a small fist and pushed that in too. As Margey peed a finale, the younger one cupped her hands and collected it, splashing it onto her own face and boobs
Bindi was a bit like Chris: even though she had her studies, she helped out a lot around the house. Doing the laundry together with her two 'sibling' friends, thus taking Franny's place: stacking/unstacking the dishwasher; and occasionally cooking genuine Indian meals. Beth and Suze learned a lot from her, and it went on to reap dividends later. She did it not to curry favour with us (no pun intended), she was just a nice girl.
Unfortunately, doing the gardening and mowing the lawn reverted back to me. (Yah-boo-sucks!) And I had to pay someone to look after the pool every week.
The Indian girl started asking me into her room more and more often, without the other two being present or even aware of it, I think. I checked with Margey, but she said she thought her parents' religion forbade any kind of birth control. So if she just wanted to see me spurt and drink the jism, as long as she washed up straightaway, she saw no harm.
Speaking of the pool, she confided in me that she could not swim. Margey was not a strong swimmer and hardly ever went in, only to cool off really on a hot day.
As I was the only one to have time, I offered to teach her. Our first lesson, I got in and she gingerly followed. Like in the shower, she had to put up her hair very carefully and bind it tight into a swimming cap, or the weight of it when fully wet would drag her down and prevent her from floating.
I put my arms underneath her as she floated on her back, and then on her front, being chivalrous throughout.
Unfortunately, Little Miss Chinese Sassy (aka Sandy) came by at that moment and made some jibe about "responsible adults", despite giving me a warm hug, a big kiss on the lips, and a whole load of tongue, which (sort of) softened the barb. Luckily, it was all lost on Bindi who didn't know what sassiness was.
Sandy apologised for her intrusion. She was hoping to do a whole load of practice lengths with a view to making the swim team. (She seemed to have given up on football, which was a shame, as I only went to the matches to see her massive knockers bounce up and down when she ran. Another life pleasure gone.) I told her she was welcome to come back later, and a "responsible adult" would be on hand to watch her in case she had any issues with her period. Got a thump on the arm for that - charming! (All this banter seemed to go completely over the Indian girl's head.)
She kissed Bindi goodbye on the lips, slipped her the tongue too, and squeezed one of her tits. And left.
We continued our lesson. I showed her how to move her arms to do the crawl. She was doing well, but now and again lost her confidence and began to sink. She came up gasping for air, locked her arms around my shoulders, and clung on to me, as if Neptune himself was going to rise up from the deep and claim her. My dick was pointing straight up, and I'm sure she knew it cos she submerged slightly pushing my tip onto her cootie. No doubt, it was deliberate.
Her bikini costume was made of an extremely thin white synthetic material. Her nipples were very long, 11-12mm, and constantly erect, even when not swimming. She seemed not to wear a bra around the house or when going out. I wondered if it was some kind of anti-parent rebellion as they were not here. But we had no control of that kind over her, and we were powerless to intervene - even if we wanted to. We didn't.
Her mum and dad, still stuck over there, sometimes phoned to talk to us and her, but it was very expensive so only 2-3 mins long. And it was not the sort of thing you could bring up. "I say, old chap, your daughter's flashing her threepenny bits (rhyming slang for tits) everywhere. What should we do?" Margey and I let it slide.
In the pool, her bikini bottoms were almost see through too, revealing a nice set of pubes and a prominent cleft. At one point she needed a pee, and rather than get out, she slipped off the lower part of the costume and I lifted her up. She splayed her thighs over the side and a dark golden stream arced out for over a minute. She turned around, gave me the last 30ml, and I kissed her cootie to say thank you. She tore off the bikini top and asked me to kiss each boob. (Wow, she really was feeling rebellious!!) We resumed our lesson, and from then on, every tuition hour was with both of us naked. Even if I tried to wear my shorts, she pulled them off, giving my penis a quick 'hello' stroke.
At the end of that first lesson, we got out and had a warm shower in the house. Bindi wanked me off as Mr Woody was showing his appreciation for her presence. This time she let me come all over her face and titties, but we immediately deployed the showerhead to rinse her. She said she was at the safe part of her cycle anyway.
I dried her off, and she asked me to dress her in the clean clothes she had brought with her.
We had a cup of hot chocolate together, and chatted about her studies and her career. She was considering becoming an engineer, so I took her under my wing a bit. Anytime I was doing any mechanical or electrical work around the place, she was with me, helping, and picked things up easily.
The week after, I had to change the spark plugs on the car, and with a bit of guidance, she did it all herself. She knew most of the names of the tools we used, and had an intuitive understanding of how mechanical things worked.
After we finished, she peed and pooped for me to watch close up, outside on the grass (I picked it up with TP and flushed it away inside) and I covered her waters with my urine.
She gave me the roll of TP, and I cleaned her orifices. Yes, I know to wipe a girl backwards and not forwards, to prevent bacteria in shit from entering the vagina. Anyhow, to clean her anus properly, it turned out easier for her to lie across my lap as if I was going to spank her (I was sorely tempted, even though she was a very good girl and had done nothing wrong).
I just hoped our emissions wouldn't cause another stain on the lawn!
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Title: 10-4 For old time's sake...
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Franny & Steve
Content:
Themes: ws, mast, lez, light scat, Asian/Indian
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 10-4 For old time's sake...
by StackofBooks
(2209 words)
Franny contacted me one day by SMS, asking me to take over to their place some of her boxes from the basement. She'd cleared them out to make way for Bindi's arrival. Hell, that was two months ago!
But no-one, least of all Margey and I, were unduly worried. She was a delight to have with us, not to mention being a friend with benefits.
Franny didn't have space in her small house to store everything that had been in her old room, but she'd put yellow stickers on the ones she might need. She still had her 16th BD present (a s/h car), but her little boy was sick at the moment (possibly chicken pox) and she couldn't leave him.
Bindi's parents were frantic about not being with their daughter, but we just Emailed them to tell them not to panic, everything was OK, she was not a burden, she was helping around the house, her studies were going well. (I'd contacted her personal tutor, and made them aware of the situation concerning Bindi's temporary stay with us. They confirmed she was up to date with all her homework and assignments, and was top of the class in all her disciplines. Praise indeed!)
Even reading Emails for the Gandhi parents was tricky - it sometimes took 3-4 days to get access to a local computer. We just told them to stay safe and take all necessary precautions so as not to catch the virus.
On an entirely different matter, I asked Margey to take a picture of me with my phone of me mooning, making sure my big dick was poking between my thighs to send to Franny. I felt sure she would have her magnifying glass on it, as I knew she missed that part of our relationship. But time moves on.
I messaged her with the picture, adding in words:
Dear Franny-sassy-panny, Are you still with that FUCKING loser of a boyfriend, the bank robber's son? If so, I swear I'll cut off his micropenis with a FUCKING bread knife and feed it to the ducks at the pond. By the way, is tomorrow at 2pm OK for these FUCKING boxes? Love, Steve PS Did you ever try that big fake butt plug up your cunt???
She replied with just the emoji for the V for fuck off, and: OK, 2pm
Bindi was home early that day, and I showed her the messages, but she didn't really understand our humour.
She took me into the garden, and said: Steve, I've been saving everything up inside me all day and I have to let it go now. Right now. She stripped me in record time, and then herself (she knew if she asked me I would do it slowly to prolong the pleasure of revealing her bit by bit).
She held my flaccid dick in the air, and a very dark pungent stream escaped from her tight lips. She duck walked up the side of my body, covering my belly, nipples, neck, mouth, nose and temple. Just for luck, in both my ears as well.
She sat on my chest and rested after that effort. I held on to her boobs as I stared at her cootie. Then, just like Franny did in Book 1 Chapter 1, she got closer to my face, and opened herself wide. The juxtaposition of her brown skin (darker than Franny's Mexican one) and her internal pinkness was a sight to behold. As if to underline it, her peehole opened and more fluid escaped. She put her index finger into her vagina and when it was removed, it gaped for few seconds. She took my pinky and put it in. Bindi told me to wiggle it. When it came out, the black hole of her cavity was delightful. She span herself round 180 degrees, showing me her puckered anus and masturbated me to completion. By her leaning forwards, the vagina hole was even bigger and I put in my middle finger as I came. I think she did too.
She explained she didn't want her hymen any more, and had used a hairbrush handle to push through it a few nights ago. It was a bit painful and there was a some blood, but nothing she couldn't cope with. (My goodness, how would we explain *that* to her parents, especially as an arranged marriage checks for that???)
The next day after lunch, I loaded 3 of Sassy's boxes and drove over there.
She really was so happy to see me, and skipped down the path, looking like an angel personified. I pretended to get all serious, and knelt down in front of her. I took both her hands and intoned solemnly:
Darling Franny, my surrogate daughter. I am deeply sorry for maligning your husband to be. Please forgive me. As penance, I will wear the 'Prick with a Fork' apron at all times, even if not barbecuing and especially in bed. This is how I'd like to make it up to you.
She was only wearing thin leggings, and knowing her, she had no knickers on underneath. I let go of her hands, pulled her buttocks towards me, and kissed her hard on her pussy (thus smelling her turned-on odour). Then blew a raspberry on it.
She jumped back in shock, and said:
You bastard, Steve. You SOB. Since I saw that picture of your dick poking out between your arse cheeks, I've had the hots for you, like I had that time in Bailey Park while peeing. Unlike you, I don't have a magnifying glass so I've worn my eyeballs out looking at your cock remembering all the good times.
All morning my cootie has been dripping. Absolutely fucking dripping waiting for your arrival.
Now that your lips have touched my lower lips, you'd better make good on the unspoken promise you've just made. Or it'll be ME cutting off YOUR penis Lorena Bobbit style and feeding it to Chris as part of his beef stew tonight. That's what I would call revenge, not some bogus speech about a bank robber. We all saw through you.
(Yeah right, Franny!! The look on your face at the time proves that you are lying now.)
Changing tack completely, like an ice skater, she said sweetly:
Come inside darling, but can you put this mask on please, just in case there's any bacterial transmission either way.
She took me by the hand, but I roughly picked her up and threw her light frame over my 6'2" shoulder, fireman's lift style, and she squealed like a piglet and thrashed her legs and arms about. To absolutely no avail.
Into the bedroom, she still screaming, I body slammed her onto the bed, and ripped apart her blouse to reveal huge braless tits which I motorboated.
She said: I swear I'm gonna fuck your brains out, but first let me check on the baby. (To witness Franny's maternal instinct was very touching, and showed me a completely different side to her character.)
A few minutes she came back.
Yeah, he's drifting off to sleep now. (Evil Hooded Claw laugh) The whisky and sleeping tablets should be taking effect any moment now!!
Serious face returned. Stevie-boy, can you strip me and eat me out? Chris is good at fucking but not in that department. I think I need to send him to mum for training.
Her pussy tasted as good to me now as it did the very first time. She writhed and wriggled in ecstasy as I gave her the full works.
Let me undress you, and just stick in it me, no more foreplay. Make it as quick or as slow as you like. I just want to feel those spurts on my vaginal walls. If you can recover quickly enough, I'll BJ and HJ you. You've never tit-fucked me, so I'd like to try that and feel your spunk hit my chin.
We started missionary, then ended up doggy style.
During our pause, she checked him again.
We tried the boob job with her on her back, but found it was better with Franny on top squeezing her two melons on my shaft. She scooped up my baby batter with fingers and tasted and declared it similar to a previous vintage she knew. As expected, she snowballed it back at me.
We gave each other a pee drink (took me right back to the day on the forest trail for the first one). Then stood in the bath and sprayed each other. Just like old times, as we did altogether in the big bath when we first moved into the new house. Rinsed and dried each other off, got dressed. I brought the boxes in and took them to the spare room at her direction.
You know, Steve (getting a bit weepy, very unlike her), that was great today but I think it was our last time.
I put her chin in my hands and said: I know, pumpkin, I agree. But the vision of you standing over the toilet in your mum's old place, showing me your pink insides for the first time - that image is permanently pasted to the inside of my forehead. Even when I'm old and senile -not long to go now - I will still refer to it.
Steve, I've had a baby and I'm a few years older. Let me sit on the edge of the bed and hold myself open again like Mary taught me. Tell me what you see.
We undressed again.
I sat and looked and played for 10-15 mins, and by doing so, we got horny again and fucked (or was it made love??) again. For old time's sake...
Back at the ranch, I took a quick shower in case she picked up any scent of sex on me, and it was time for Bindi's next swimming lesson.
She had a different bikini on this time, not quite so provocative. As soon as we got in the water, she told me to remove both parts. She took off my shorts and massaged Mr Softy until he became Mr Semi.
As she practised floating on her back, she allowed my supporting arms and hands to wander. Up her thighs and into the intersection. If I stood by her feet, she opened the legs wider, until I saw the black hole of her gape.
On her front she let my hands massage her boobs gently, the long nips jutting out a long way. Again at her feet end, her pussy was closed now but her arsehole winked at me.
She was not drowning so often now, but did an obvious fake one, and in clinging on to me, pushed down on me hard. If she had been a bit more lubricated, I might have gone in. (The water washes it away quite quickly.)
That night, Margey laid down the law to her, but in a nice, friendly, non-threatening way:
Look, it wasn't a good idea to break your hymen. If your parents call in the police, it's going to be difficult to prove it was a hairbrush and not Steve or someone else. Your word may not be good enough in a court of law, especially if a large dowry is at stake.
Continue playing your poop and pee games (I'd like to join in please) but penetration is not a good idea. Can I munch your pussy please, and you do me?
Back to earlier in the pool, Bindi managed to do a width or two, but was having trouble with the breathing technique. Later, with me supporting her body weight, she did a complete length, and I let go of her completely for the last 10 metres, so she did that bit on her own.
Our shower was quick, as it was my turn to cook dinner, and to save the feelings of the poor lawn, she squatted on the seat of the WC to pee, as I dipped my fingers in the warm stream. She turned to face the other way, and pushed out a gnarly and bumpy thick 6" turd which I caught on my palm covered in TP.
I slept in Bindi's room that night, soaking up all her fragrances from her bedsheets and pillow. She was meantime muff-munching with Margey.
As a souvenir for her, I took a pair of her used knickers from her laundry basket, noting a thin white stain line in the gusset, and a brown skidmark at the back. I sniffed them well, wanked into them, leaving them on her pillow to find the next day.
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Title: 10-6 Proof of Love
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Dean & Serena
Content:
Themes: ws, mast, lez, m/f, swapping
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you at attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 10-6 Proof of Love
by StackofBooks
(2718 words)
Serena & Dean worked for the same company as Adam, but all 3 were allocated to different departments.
But the two had first met in an entirely different department, when they were both single. They started on the same day and therefore went through the two-week long initiation program together.
Serena had always had a thing about tall, blond, muscular blond guys, and this one was a perfect specimen.
Likewise, he appreciated big breasts, a full backside, nice legs, and good dress sense. She with her long brown hair and such a pretty face further ticked all the boxes as far as he was concerned.
But it wasn't physical attraction that first brought them together really. They had the same sense of humour, same taste in music and films, both loved cooking, had travelled to many of the same places in the world. What they both loved was reading: non-fiction, fiction, but especially thrillers like the Dick Francis genre. They lent each other copies of his books that the other hadn't read, and spent coffee and lunch breaks discussing their merits and negative aspects.
Their first date was at a restaurant, because Dean had just received from Amazon two copies of Proof (neither had read it), and had given her one the day before. They both were bleary eyed the next day, as both had done an all-nighter to finish it.
[Without spoiling it for you, it concerns a wine merchant/shop owner who helps investigate a fraud concerning spirits (whisky, rum, gin, brandy, etc.) One of his finest works in my opinion.]
They rushed to leave the office, as both had so much they wanted to say about it.
They ordered a drink, then some food, but neither really tasted or appreciated the dishes that were put in front of them. This was unusual as both considered themselves 'foodies', and each harboured a secret desire to become a food critic, travelling the world. (They both discovered this about each other a long time later.)
Together, they agreed that most of Francis' novels were slightly formulaic, but my goodness, he really did his research for each novel. Meticulous research!! And he used to be a jockey.
The discussion went on in a similar vein for a while, until the waiter subtly indicated he needed the table for other customers.
Dean's flat was nearer (just around the corner actually) and both went there with no intention of anything untoward happening. They were just good friends. (Still are - maybe that's the key to successful relationships.)
They each had just one glass of wine, neither wanting to get tipsy, and chatted about the pros and cons of their favourite novels by him.
Eventually, they got onto music and favourite songs and artistes. This is when Serena discovered he was a musician. He picked up his 6-string guitar from the other room, and played and sang a few well-known pop songs. His voice was sweet and strong. Hers was pretty good too, and she could harmonise with him perfectly.
Being a chivalrous gentleman, he walked her home, and returned back on his way without even getting or expecting a kiss. Once back home, he picked up his guitar, and wrote a song for her called 'Proof of Love'. It wasn't really his plan to seduce her with it, but sometimes lyrics just fell out of him, and he had no real control about their meaning or destination.
He typed it up and printed it out, sending it by internal snail-mail to her desk on the other side of the big open-plan office the following day.
She was gobsmacked when she read it. Such simple words but with a much deeper meaning if you looked into them.
She walked over to his cubicle, made sure no-one was looking and kissed him full on the lips.
Thank you, Dean. I really love your song. Can you come to my place tonight so I can cook for you?
He confessed he hadn't finished writing the music & chords for it yet, and some of the lyrics needed tweaking to match the metre of the melody in his head.
After the wonderful meal that she had carefully prepared, he again left without wanting or needing anything in return.
Unfortunately, next week, Dean was moved to another department, whereas she stayed where she was (for the time being). There was an unofficial company policy of not putting boyfriends & girlfriends/married couples together, but as they had not yet openly declared they were an item, thought it just unlucky fate.
They still saw each other at lunchtimes, and their next topic was films: specifically Shawshank Redemption this time.
It was Dean's turn to cook at his place and she declared it delicious. He brought out a different guitar, a 12-string, and played the now completed version of the song to her. He taught her the harmonies for the chorus and they made a beautiful noise together.
She cuddled up to him on the sofa and they started heavy petting. They both realised there was no way back now, and admitted that reticence and pussyfooting around was not helpful or conducive. One of the lines in the song was 'Let's dive in' and they did just that. Their lovemaking was as harmonious as the song - sweet and tender, passionate and unselfish, giving freely of themselves and receiving it back in spades.
Two weeks later, Adam showed Serena a room in his apartment she thought was an empty spare one. It turned out to be a home studio, chock-a-block with expensive technology, none of which she knew what it was for. OK, she knew a tape recorder when she saw one. And a mixing desk.
He sat in his padded office chair, with her on his lap. He turned the computer screen on, with information on it that was completely alien to her. He pressed the space bar on the computer keyboard, and she heard a full version of that song: drums and percussion, 2 or 3 guitars, piano and a synth, bass, strings and a bit of brass, and multi-layered voices. She lay back in his arms and drifted away, as he shyly put his hands on her boobs.
She asked to listen one more time.
But Dean, I think there's something missing in the chorus.
You're absolutely right, my precious one. There's an empty track for your voice, the harmony you did the first time you heard it. Are you willing to record it for me this weekend?
And so it transpired.
They got married not long after.
In the present day, they had both moved on to different departments, the ones that Adam knew them to be in.
After their tryst with Adam & Jean and the two Russian minxes, they were looking for pastures new.
Out of the blue, Serena got a a call from an old college friend. A former room-mate called Tina. She and her hubby Daniel were moving to within 10 miles of them. Although neither of the women would label themselves gay, they'd had lesbian dalliances before as well as foursomes with their boyfriends. Serena hoped her friend's sexual appetite had not waned in the intervening years, and Dan might be up for a bit of swapping action.
Dean had already set the wheels in motion for a hot tub and he chose the exact same model that they'd experienced at Adam & Jean's from the company owner, a guy called Adrian.
He was very efficient and competent, and within 2 weeks the married couple were enjoying a good soak. And of course the first thing they did in it? Fuck each other! Isn't that what most people use it for?? But the installer had warned them not to get too much semen, urine or even body dirt (shower beforehand!!) in it as the cost of chemicals and filters (and work to replace them) then escalated.
According to their own wife-swapping rules, they arranged to meet Tina and Dan socially a couple of times, first in a pub for a drink, then a restaurant, to suss each other out.
Tina didn't seemed to have changed much: bright, bubbly, vivacious, with an undercurrent of sexuality thrown in. Dan & Dean got on well, as he turned out to be a musician too: a drummer in fact. This interested Dean as he was planning to get an electronic drum kit and it would be useful to get Dan to play it on some of his tracks. Turned out they both knew a lot of the same people in local amateur bands. They even talked about the possibility of going gigging as a duo.
By the time they'd finished the meal at their second meeting, it was obvious that both guys were attracted to the other's partner. And vice versa for the women. There was a strong chemistry.
On the phone the next day, Tina let slip to Serena they'd already tried swapping once, but it hadn't gone well. The other guy was too aggressive and possessive, and rather than having an ugly confrontation with him (not Dan's scene), Dan had just led his wife away and they drove off. Pity, because the wife Michelle was very delectable and sweet-natured and he would have liked to have banged her. Tina was attracted to her as well, and had dreams and daydreams about 69ing her.
So they were now very cautious but were sure with Dean & Serena it would work out well.
They agreed on this coming Saturday - the guys shook hands on it. The girls hugged and kissed and unseen by their hubbies each put a finger up the other's knickerless cootie into their hole.
All the way back home, each girl was slyly sniffing her digit as her man drove, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
Their scheme had been hatched in the restaurant toilets just before leaving, and it was put into action when they got home.
The following happened in both houses.
Serena got undressed and climbed into bed. She started cuddling Dean, saying she'd had a very nice evening and was looking forward to the weekend meeting. He agreed and started caressing her boobs, and then moved to her pussy. She asked for just a bit of foreplay, but really wanted fucking as hard and as soon as possible.
While he was pumping in and out, she started talking dirty to him.
What do you think of Tina (Serena)?
Describe to me what you think she looks like under her clothes
What would you like to do to her in bed?
Do you think she fancies you? Why?
In what way might she be kinky?
Tell me what they are both doing right now
Etc. Etc.
Their hubbies were getting nearer to their climax, and their last question was:
Tell me what her cunt smells like. Like this?? And thrust her smelly finger under his nose.
Both men knew it was pussy, but not his wife's. Therefore it must be Tina/Serena.
Their orgasms reached 9.8 on the Richter scale, and it took a long while to come down from that high. The women confessed what they had done, and felt sure the hot tub party would go well as a result.
Their guests arrived at midday, and drinks and snacks were served. They promised a lasagne and bread and butter pudding for later. (A bit boring as they'd done the same thing for Adam and Jean, and they were both better cooks than that. But both dishes had the advantage that they were easy to prepare in advance, and only needed to be put in the oven.)
They talked about their lives so far, how they'd met their spouse, and Serena and Tina shared a few salacious details of their college days together.
The boys disappeared into the music room together and jammed a few things on piano and guitar.
Alone for the time being, the girls reminded each other of their lesbian romances (with each other as well as other people) and admitted they still had strong feelings for each other. They reminisced about some of the boys who'd been in their room that year, things neither of them wanted their other half to ever hear about.
When all those secret avenues had been exhausted, they picked up their glasses and dragged the other two out to the hot tub.
At a given prearranged signal the girls started undressing their opposite number. Tina was particularly impressed by Dean's long floppy foreskin and muscled upper body. Serena really liked Dan's cut 7- incher (she'd never had a circumcised one before) and his very hairy chest. (Dean was smooth.)
They took turns wanking each to full erection.
The guys started giving directions to do things to the other's wife.
Take her top off.
Her bra is front fastening.
Kiss her nipples.
She likes her nips tweaked hard.
Blow a raspberry on her belly
Lick her belly button
Go behind her to take her skirt off
See that catch? Undo that, then pull the zip down. She can then step out of it.
Put your nose in her Vee.
Is that what you could smell on that finger the other night?
Slowly pull her knickers down and gaze at her pussy.
Open her legs slightly and ask permission to put a finger in.
Pull it out and smell it like a wine cork.
Is that the gen-yoo-ein article?
Let her sniff it.
Give it to the other lady to savour.
My bet is they're going to be muff munching before the night is out
The women pulled the men into the tub as the night air was making their naked bodies cold.
Serena switched the jacuzzi jets on and showed Tina where to sit to get the full effect. The men just watched as they had orgasm after orgasm, louder and louder.
Each girl sat on the other guy's lap, and they both accepted the dick going into their cunt. The men stayed stationary and the females bounced up and down.
After a while Serena said: Let's get dried off and take this into the house.
Once there, they decided to continue fucking the other's partner. Each girl reminded them what their responses to the 'What would you like to do to them in bed?"' question.
Soon everyone was groaning and grunting and coming.
The boys recuperated, and true to form, as per Dean's prediction, the females were eating each other out, sucking up the seed, and feeding the other.
Timeout for another 15 mins.
Tina said she had never done DP, and wanted to try it. (Both were news to Dan!) Serena had the same info for Dean!!
The boys did rock/paper/scissors for which of Tina's holes to take, and agreed to swap for Serena.
Dan was underneath face up and Tina face down as he entered her vag. Dan lubed up his wife and himself, and they both pushed in deep. The cum explosions of all 3 were momentous.
Serena adopted the same position. Her cunt muscles were well developed, and she used them to good effect on the penises inside her.
By now, they were all satiated, but knew they still had good ideas to save up for and use next time.
Sexy and non-sexy general chat took place for the next two hours. Serena put both dishes of food in the oven, and they all washed each other in the shower while they cooked.
It needed an hour after the main course before the dessert was served.
Everyone was on a high with food and sex satisfaction, and their friends left with warm goodbyes.
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Title: 10-7 The Suze & Martin Show
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Suze & Martin star
Content:
Themes: ws, mast, lez, m/f, swapping
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you at attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 10-7 The Suze and Martin show
by StackofBooks
(2885 words)
Sequel to 10-5 Butt plugs
Margey and I continued our pee games often with each other, but restricted ourselves to the bathtub and shower tray in the bathroom - inside the house.
As the new turf had now been relaid on the lawn (hurrah, you all cry! Eventually!), urination or pooping was banned outside, as my wallet was now a lot lighter than before. (How much??? For just a few pieces of grass?? WTF!)
We asked the installers about why the previous lawn had stained so badly but they said they'd never seen it before and had no idea. We avoided telling them the embarrassing truth that hundreds of people, our family, guests and visitors, had pissed on it constantly and often during the last few years!!!
However, a different solution was found as Ken & Martha (the Chinese couple from down the road) and their daughter Sandy brought with them one day a medium sized children's paddling pool they'd picked up second-hand from a car boot sale. (They'd actually been looking for glass ornaments which they liked to collect!)
After careful thought, we decided to place it adjacent to a flower bed. That way it could be tipped up sideways to empty it, hosed out with the spray attachment, and the nitrogen, phosphorus and other mineral salts contained in the urine would hopefully benefit the daffs and chrysanths there.
As usual, Martha stripped her top off (no bra beneath) as soon as she arrived to show off her bazookas and invited anyone, male or female, to motorboat her. (She was yet to meet Deena - that would indeed be a clash of the Tit-ans. Pun fully intended.) Sandy followed suit, and many more 'Brrs' were seen and heard.
In fact, what the Wang family did next was to all strip off completely, climb into the little pool, and show off to one and all their family peeing skills that they usually did in private. They admitted that they'd already tried the pool out a few times in their own garden, but decided the Margey household would benefit more from its use. Such a noble gesture.
By this time, everyone who'd been in the house heard the commotion and ran out to join in. So me, Margey, Suze, Beth & Bindi contributed our golden (or pale yellow; or colourless and almost tasteless in the case of the Indian girl) streams onto them and each other.
Lots more soft drinks were provided so everyone could top up. Pretty soon we had a houseful as Margey invited over Franny & Chris, Ben & Molly and Andrea & Kim.
Martin arrived, expecting to see just his girlfriend Suze, but his eyes opened wide at the spectacle before him. He had had an inkling about this family's pee fetish, but this was wild. Franny introduced herself as the older sister, took him by the hand into the small pool, and asked for a pee drink. She then encouraged him to pee over her T-shirt, then lifted it up as he directed his shower on her huge bare breasts. Franny was delighted by the effect she had on his willy as it grew to full size, and told Suze to go take care of it.
(Truth be told, she wanted to fuck him herself, but discretion was the better part of valour as she decided she should clear it with her sibling first so as not to tread on her toes. Sigh! There would be another day and opportunity...)
Suze grabbed him by the hand and took him into the house. They never made it to the bedroom, only the living room, and by the time they'd finished fucking, now both fully nude, they had an audience of...well, everyone. She invited any guy present to come in her mouth, on her boobs or belly. (Me, Chris, Ken & Ben gladly took her up on the offer.) The couple got a deserved round of applause. Some of the girls cleaned both combatants with their tongues.
After the hubbub, everyone calmed down a bit and just chatted outside. Sandy and I had a serious talk for once, without banter or barbs, and she thanked me for letting me use the pool as the extra practice had paid off and she was now a member of the college swim team. She admitted that although she loved soccer, especially being a goalie like her hero Hope Solo, the weight of her large breasts as she ran around were beginning to cause problems with her health, her back in particular. With swimming, the water actually assisted as it floated those appendages.
By way of demonstration, she took my hands and cupped them under her unclothed mammaries and I lifted them up, and indeed they were very weighty. I "accidentally on purpose" pressed her tummy just above the belly button but she'd anticipated me, and started peeing anyway. She splayed her legs on that plastic garden chair and I cupped my hands underneath and drank some. I repeated and she gladly supped her own nectar from me.
We talked about how her studies were going and Sandy shared she was thinking about becoming a GP as bio and chem were her best subjects. She'd split up with her boyfriend Jon (Jonas's younger brother) but not acrimoniously. They still saw each other and hugged and kissed on the lips. She couldn't give any specific reason for the breakup, but had no regrets, only warm memories, especially of the DP session with Franny & Chris. She really was a special girl, despite her sassiness, and like I once said about Franny: I wished I had the gift of time travel so I could go back in time, be of the same age and marry her.
I asked her to demonstrate her prowess in the pool while naked, and the look of her delicious body as she did the crawl, butterfly and backstroke was a joy to behold. Bindi joined us (big hair in swimming cap), and Sandy was able to pass on to her stuff she'd learned from her coach, things I wouldn't know about. Now my pleasure was doubled. I sat on the side just enjoying watching them touch each other, thinking I was now redundant as her teacher. Drat, and double drat!
All the people who didn't live here (except Martin) had by now gone home. Suze and Beth came outside to soak up the last of the sunshine and cuddle with me, a not uncommon occurrence. But I sensed something was up.
Martin & Bindi were inside playing cards, both still nude, with occasional pee drinks. It seemed he had lived a very sheltered life, and had never encountered or met a girl whose skin was not white. Even less a coloured girl such as the one now naked before him. Certainly not one who sat Indian style, showing her pink charms. And the icing on the cake was she squatted her dark cleft over his face every now and again.
Likewise, her Indian upbringing had been very prim and proper, and she was 100% certain she would never even see a penis until her arranged marriage husband revealed himself on their wedding night. She had already started the rebellion internally about this, but had no wish to hurt or reject or cause anguish to her parents. She enjoyed seeing his pecker rise up and deflate as they sat together. Occasionally, she would straddle his chest facing towards his feet so he could see her arsehole and a bit of a pussy and take him into her mouth. It was just such a lovely feeling.
Meanwhile, Margey's two youngest were buttering me up, and I had a fairly good idea where this was going, but played dumb for the moment.
Beth took off her glasses, snuggled into my neck, and looked me deep in the eyes.
Steve darling, can you buy us some more butt plugs please?
Why?
Well...we just like playing with them really.
Ever-honest Suze butted in, admonishing her sister angrily.
For fuck's sake, Lisbeth, just tell him the truth. He can see right through you. The thing is, Steve, we really enjoyed arse fucking with Martin. But now we want to make our rear holes bigger. For one purpose. You! You've already analized Bindi. We want to watch next time. Then you take me and Beth. Maybe even ask Martin to fill our pussies at the same time. This will fulfil the prophecy made by Her Majesty Franny-Sassy-Panny on her 16th birthday. Namely, that all us Mexican Margey girls are destined to be DP devotees.
She kissed me on the mouth, cheek by cheek with Beth, and took my semi in her hand.
Can you give us some special white cream to seal the deal?
Well, I was hoping to save it for your mother tonight. But maybe I can fake my orgasm and squirt some aerosol cream up her pussy to simulate my cum. Do you think she'd notice?
The two girls giggled very hard at the idea, and their two small hands worked in tandem to bring me off.
Martin and Bindi came out just as I approached orgasm, and his eyes opened wide again as he witnessed my cum explosion. Bindi was more or less acclimatised to all this by now, and I sensed a distinct change in her as she grappled with her dilemma: her own sexual needs, and her family customs and values. I wished I could help her find answers but I was at at a loss. (So was Margey when we discussed it later.)
The three girls cleaned up the white droplets, snowballing each other, and me (no sweat, man), and Martin (big surprise). Suze gave him a specially crafted sassy look, worthy of her big sister and mentor*, and encouraged him to suck up some big globules that had landed on her boobs. It wasn't quite coercion, but close to it. (He confided in me later, privately, that although he had no gay tendencies, he quite liked the taste, and wouldn't be averse to maybe taking me all - but just once, for the experience.)
*Only Sandy ever really became Franny's sassy partner in crime. Suze was just too nice and goody-goody to develop that trait, but she had her moments - like now.
So in due course, I bought them all their own sets of increasing diameter butt plugs. These ones had detachable long furry tails: Bindi had a fox one, Suze had a cat, Beth was a squirrel. They paraded around the house with no knickers on showing off their appendages. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view), it wasn't possible to wear the tails with clothes on over the top, just the plugs themselves, or they would have gone to college, the library or Maccy D's with them on.
By the by, a week or two later, they came to the decision that they were all ready. We chose our bedroom as the venue even though it would be a bit cramped. I set up some extra lighting in there.
The day before, I made a big show in front of Bindi and Martin of unwrapping some 'new video equipment' I'd just bought to film the event. They both helped me set up the Wi-Fi cameras (no need to be hidden now), and I was satisfied that they were comfortable with the idea they were going to be recorded on video while these 'perverse' acts took place. No adverse reaction. (I just hoped his parents were not police officers using him as their stooge. Surely no copper was stupid or dumb enough to name their child Martin Marten. I later discovered that his father's first name was Marten with an e.)
After lunch the next day, there was first a suitable pause, and then we all went to take a shower. The 3 girls all stepped in front of me one by one so I could wash and rinse all their bits. They stepped out. To this day, I'll never know what possessed him (or me, for that matter), but he sidled up to me with an expectant look on his face. I gave back my questioning expression, and he nodded. I took the bar soap and ran it all over him: his armpits, chest, belly, legs, feet, arsehole and genitals. I could feel him growing in my hand (almost 6" now, and thicker than before) and it was very nice. He stretched out his hand and my Mr Semi became his alter ego Mr Woody as he gave it a few perfunctory strokes.
Everybody was watching intently. I turned off the water and you could have heard a pin drop. I sat down on the shower tray, and wrapped my thumb and two fingers round his shaft, and his dick twitched and grew a bit more. I fondled his almost hairless balls, and pushed my mouth forward and took half his penis inside. With my fingers, I pulled back his very loose skin and foreskin right back (mine is quite tight), and sucked his glans hard. Luckily, Margey put on the warm water again as she was getting cold and the spell was broken. We all washed Margey, Martin taking the lead and pushing fingers up there, then his balled up fist. This is more like it, she thought. She clamped her vaginal walls around his hand tightly, and came extremely hard. (One of the best ever, she said later.)
After drying, we moved into the bedroom, all naked. The three girls adopted doggy positions side by side: Bindi, Suze, Beth. Margey held a camera on one side, me one on the other, as Martin took his position behind the Indian girl. (Anti-bacterial wipes were deployed before every new insertion.) She and he were lubed up, and he entered her rectum with little problem. Moved to Suze, and bit by bit bottomed out. Beth was next and she was tighter. We advised her to lie on her back, and we pulled her legs back so they touched her shoulders. First we used a dildo of a matching size, and it seemed to clear the way, as the boy went in easily, to the hilt. She gasped loudly in pleasure.
He sweetly asked Suze if she minded if he came in Bindi's arse, and Suze being Suze said: Go ahead, and sincerely meant it. She and Beth stood up to watch, even though we had the cameras.
To get a better angle and increase the sensations, Bindi elected to go on her back, legs pushed back. Martin spent about 10mins in her, hoping to set a marker for me to beat, before he could last no longer and came. She'd already had half a dozen.
We adjourned to the lounge for rest, drinks and biscuits.
Round 2 approached, and I warned all three girls not to go ahead if at any point the pain was too much. The risk of rectal damage was high. Martin was now second cameraman.
The order was the same as before. Bindi accepted me easily as expected. Suze also, but with more difficulty. She rubbed her clit hard to distract herself from the pain but assured me it was OK to carry on. As it was her, I trusted her judgement.
Beth was the problem. Face up, or face down, only a couple of inches. She on top straddling me so she could control the depth of penetration - bit better. Martin suggested she lay on her side, and with more lube he demonstrated with his penis. More KY on my dick and I tried. My balls hit her pussy. The relief in the room was palpable. Despite her lack of good looks, her face was angelic.
I'd promised Bindi last time I would do something special. So I re-entered her bumhole, and shot my load in her quickly. Martin won that one. We stayed locked in position for a few moments, then everyone could hear the rush of water as I pissed inside her as well. That was my one-upmanship. She described the feeling as...quote "indescribable" unquote. Yeah, thanks. Handing you back to the studio.
Heavy thick towels were called for as I pulled out.
While we four rested, Margey pulled Martin onto the bed, and pulled his dick into her mouth. We filmed them in close-up as she grabbed onto his buttocks while he fucked her mouth hard, and she received a large load. She'd heard a about him tasting mine, so she snowballed his to me.
To finish, the girls panned the cameras over their slightly gaping arseholes.
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Title: 10-8 Silver Lining
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Sad news about the parents
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, Asian/Indian, anal, dp
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 10-8 Silver lining
by StackofBooks
(2399 words)
It was a very sad time. For at least a month.
The phone calls and Emails from India stopped. Abruptly. We tried many ways to get any information at all. Nothing.
Luckily, Adrian (Mike's brother) the hot tub guy did a lot of installations for diplomats and government bods. It was very lucrative for him as they were all willing to pay top notch prices (claimed on expenses of course), either at their own house or at their mistress' residence.
One of his recent customers was in the Foreign Office and at Ade's request he contacted his counterparts in Mumbai and New Delhi and pumped them hard for updates. And eventually it came through that Mr & Mrs Gandhi had indeed succumbed to the C-19 virus while out there. It was rife and the medical facilities in the village they were in were severely understaffed and lacking in drugs and equipment. And beds. The hospital didn't even have 24/7 electricity. To cap it all, there just weren't enough face masks for everyone. It made me sick to think how much money that country spends on its space program, yet millions were starving and dying in the pandemic.
We immediately sent Beth and Suze away to pyjama party hosts, leaving us alone in the house with Bindi. I think she'd sort of seen it all coming (or had a premonition), as we sat on the sofa either side of her and told her the little we knew. She cried a bit (definitely not crocodile tears - she really loved them), but in general was very brave, mature and stoic. We took her into bed with us, insisting she stay the whole night, and every subsequent one for as long as she wanted. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
As the morning light peeped through the curtains, I felt a warm mouth on my cock. It wasn't unusual for Margey or the girls to do this. But the former was lying facing away from me, and the latter were not at home, I remembered. I leaned down and gathered the Indian girl into my chest, feeling her ever-erect nips on her bare breasts drilling into my skin, and buried my face into her long dark hair (thus fulfilling my dream from when I first met her).
Darling Bindi, my precious surrogate but thankfully unsassy daughter! You know you can stay here for ever if you want. But there's no payment necessary such as doing what you're doing.
Margey was now rubbing her eyes awake.
Steve, Margey, I just love you both so much. You're two of the nicest people in the world. I'd already made my decision about everything before this tragic event happened. I want to be true to myself and follow the beat of my own drum. I've learnt so many things from you both of you, not just about sex but about life in general.
To that end, I give myself to you. Steve, don't just fuck me, make love to me now like you did to Molly & Franny (they'd obviously been talking as that was *way* before her time with us), and like you almost certainly will do with Beth & Suze at some point in the future.
After, I want Margey to take the strap-on and also put it into my cunt until I cum at least 3 times.
Yes, I know I'm not on any kind of contraception but with your help I soon will be. In the meantime, I have an emergency morning after pill in my bag. I won't tell you how I got it. You think I'm a butter wouldn't melt in her mouth kind of girl but I can be devious too.
But you know what? I wouldn't care one FUCKING jot if I got pregnant by you, cos it would be an honour to carry it for 9 months and then bring up your baby.
(The swear word coming from her lips shocked us to the core and we were then 110% wide awake.)
So come on cock, get hard as steel and if I don't feel at least six spurts in my cervix, I'm gonna...what was it?...cut your micropenis off with a breadknife and feed it to the pigeons!!
So saying, she straddled me and pushed me deep into her without another word. She had strong cunt muscles (her mother had encouraged her to do Kegel exercises for some reason) and they almost made me come very quickly. I would have been a laughing stock, and Martin would have gloated over me for a long time.
Margey was sitting up, caressing Bindi's tits, kissing her face and whispering nice things in her ear. I put her on her back without missing a beat and without withdrawing (a good skill to have in your toolbox) and pumped her very hard, as she scrunched her fists and held onto the sheets. Margey mashed her boobs hard with her hands as we'd found she really liked it. Some girls, like Margey, don't. At every orgasm she shouted 'Cum!!' at the top of her voice. Eventually I released into her but she was too polite to count my emissions. Or too far gone.
We had some breakfast, and she dragged us back so Margey could keep her part of the bargain. First in her pussy with Mr Plastic, and then in her rectum.
Ooh, I'm gonna be sore after this for a few days, but then we can DP together. Yay!!
(Is this the same quiet, timid and over-polite girl who came to our pool party and then to stay with us? Egads!!)
Beth and Suze returned home and spent the day in her room, cuddling, playing, talking and generally supporting her. Seemed they did more of the crying than she did.
She and I went to her house and she showed me where her father's papers were. I picked up what looked like a will, but told her she wasn't allowed to see it until a lawyer had. Wasn't sure if that was quite true, but she accepted it with good grace.
The next day, without her knowledge, I took it to our family lawyer who I knew was good, quick, fair and competent. I also asked him to sort out another pressing issue.
I jump forward a month as the result of that latter request.
We had a huge family dinner with EVERYONE present.
I stood up, again to my full 6'2", and before we ate I gave another speech, holding a piece of A4 and wearing my infamous 'Prick with a Fork' comedy BBQ apron.
Dearly beloved, We are gathered here together today to witness.....ahem, sorry, wrong day, wrong time, wrong venue. And I'm not a vicar anyway!
I cleared my throat again, and restarted without notes.
We have in our midst a bank robber's son, who has produced in union with my surrogate sassy daughter Franny (two fingers to her - she just smirked) a son who, I'm ashamed to admit, bears my middle name. He is another criminal. Yesterday at breakfast while sitting on my lap I witnessed him brazenly stealing two of my Marmite soldiers. (Big laugh. Franny hugged him tightly.)
We also have a man called Ben, but he sometimes goes by the nom de plume Benjamina. (He and his mother turned bright red. Turns out she hadn't ever told Kim about this episode!)
He's still learning about sexual matters. Just this morning I had to take him into my room and show him the difference between two types of men's penises. I refer of course to the short ones and the long ones!! (Huge guffaws)
Last but not least, we have the delightful and delectable Bindi, who despite the dark cloud of her massive grief has turned it into a silver lining. Her presence here in this house makes every dull day into a bright sunny one, I'm sure you'll all agree. (Murmurs of approval)
To that end I have a special piece of paper to give her. No, it's not a swimming certificate for 50 metres. She fucking sank before she got to the end. (More laughs and giggles) It's adoption papers. Bindi, from today, you are officially and legally our daughter. We pledge to nurture you, care for you, keep you safe, and teach you all we know about pee drinks and golden showers. (Loud roar) Raise your glasses everyone to welcome her into the family. I gave her a 24-carat gold bracelet (of different design to Franny and Chris') engraved with: Margey/Steve/Bindi, and the date.
Everyone of course hugged her. Towards the end of the evening, she told the assembled company that the best kind of shampoo she ever used on that long straight jet black hair of hers that went past her buttocks - was URINE. So everyone (I think there were 10 adults - you do the counting) tanked up on water and juice. She sat in the bath completely naked, and there was just SO MUCH PEE!! A huge queue formed to help her wash it out.
Suze had recently passed her test and took her in my car (on different days!!) to Chris & Franny's - they fucked her separately and then DPed.
To Ben & Molly's - fucked separately, took a break, then DPed her.
To Andrea & Kim's - you guessed it, both holes with strap-ons, separately, and later both orifices together.
Now THAT'S what I call cementing yourself into the family. Luckily Suze recorded it all on video and we spent many a happy hour watching it from beginning to end. Bindi's catchphrase when she viewed the result was always: "Is that really me???"
In private, I told her that yes, her parents were planning an arranged marriage for her, but as far as the lawyer could tell, no-one had been ***ed. But the terms of the will made it such that only one or both surviving parents could enforce it, so she was basically free now to find her own soulmate in her own time. Hence my oblique reference to 'every cloud has a silver lining'. And from that day on, she wore a bra much more often as if the rebellion was now over. The battle was won, even though there had been some collateral damage.
The High Commissioner of the Indian Embassy here in our country actually came to visit us in person in a chauffeured Rolls Royce to give us the death certificates and deliver his deepest condolences to the young girl. He said he was doing all he could to repatriate their bodies. However, local religious customs had their own way of dealing with their dead and the matter might be out of his hands entirely. He gave us his business card and said to contact him for whatever reason anytime in the future.
Bindi told us after he'd left that it didn't matter to her either way. They were gone and that was it. Having two coffins to gaze at wasn't going to change anything. She wasn't being unfeeling or disrespectful - it just didn't make sense to her to cart two diseased dead bodies halfway round the world.
Back to where I was before rudely interrupting myself, the day after she was deflowered by me and my partner.
She told us she'd just finished her period and was probably safe. But Margey had taken her into the bathroom immediately after I came in her, and douched her out as completely as possible with the shower hose, detached from the showerhead rose.
We decided against her taking that pill, as neither of us knew if there were any side effects.
But we got a contraceptive patch for her and it became active very soon after. And a few weeks hence, her menses continued as normal.
Her sexual wishes became true as 5 nights later we did have a DP session. Suze and Beth had never used a strap on, and even though it was a bit small for them and wasn't quite tight enough, they both experienced what it was like "being a man", pumping into a female. Each tried both holes on Bindi, on their own, then with me taking the other hole as we did DP on her together, swapping halfway through. The Indian girl was just loving it, as if all her chains had been cut and she was free of her cage.
To clarify:
Beth - her arse
Beth - her cunt
Beth arse & Steve cunt together
Beth cunt & Steve arse together
Repeat all with Suze
Then Margey and I did her HARD together, again swapping in the middle, and I came up her back passage. Then pissed there as well for good measure.
She was *very* sore the next day.
Footnote 1:
Many months later she confessed how she'd got that pill. It was relatively easy. One of her college friends had a dad who was a pharmacist. They went together to his chemist's shop. (This was only the 2nd/3rd week of her staying with us, so she really was planning ahead.) She really was devious, cos she made up some cock and bull story about being with her boyfriend the night before and he'd come inside her without her consent. He advised her to go to the police, but she said her parents were very religious (the only true bit) and any PC Plod involvement would bring shame on the family. Feeling sorry for her, he gave her the medication free of charge.
Footnote 2:
The Kegel exercises thing was a no-brainer too. Her mother was fully expecting her daughter to provide her with grandchildren, and if your pelvic floor muscles are well exercised, the whole process of childbirth is made easier.
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Title: $100.00 Housewife Party
Tags: True Story, Anal, Blowjob, Cuckold, Erotica, Extreme, Group Sex, Males / Female, massage, Mature, Older Female / Males, Older Male / Female, Teen Male / Female, Wife, Written by women, Young
Introduction:
Wife and men
Content:
I am a married women that has the best husband in the world, My husband is one of those guys that love's to see his wife have sex with other men, i would like to share one of our adventure's with you.
This is a true story, i am a middle aged women that has been married to my wonderful husband for close to 40+ years, my name is Diane and i live in beautiful Queensland Australia.
There is a trend going around at the moment in Australia which is called $100.00 Housewife Fucks, it's basically where Housewives offer their body to strangers for sex for a $100.00.
We were running a bit short on money and i decided to talk to my hubby about this trend, i said i would like him to organise something like this so we could pay a few bills.
It was on a Saturday night and we had organised a Motel down on the Gold Coast, we thought this would be better as we know to many people in Brisbane, So we made a note to put in the local Adult Shop on there notice board which read.
" Housewife offering $100.00 fucks, Tonight only at Coomera Inn Motel, starting at 8.00pm till finish, She is 43yo, long blonde hair, slim, large breast, Attractive, love's the taste of Sperm, give's great head, tight pussy "bareback is fine", tight Ass "extra cost for this",
Just turn up at the motel after 8.00pm room 25, pay your money and enjoy the fun
We were in the motel at around and 7.00pm with an hour to start, as i was getting ready my husband called me over to the window and said take a look outside, i sneaked a peak thru the curtain and there was already about 15 guys sitting in their cars or standing around looking up at the room, i turned to my hubby and said this might be a long night,??
We talked about how i would let them Fuck me, I said that i might just bend over and let all the guys fuck me in this position because i know guys love to ram pussy this way, he agreed and said that is one of the best positions to get in some deep pussy ramming, that sound great.
Anyway 8.00pm came an instantly there was a knock on the door, i was in the bedroom already in position kneeling on some pillows that i placed on a coffee table up against the base of the bed, I could here my husband talking to the first group of guys that were there, i could here him saying $100.00 each and that will get you some sucking and then pussy, you can blow in her mouth, on her face, in her pussy or where ever you want, if you want Anal that is an extra $150.00 on top of the $100.00 so it will cost you $250.00 for Anal.
I could here the sound of money exchanging hands and the guys telling him what they wanted , i did hear a few hey mate here is $250.00 i want to slam some Anal tonight, The first guy came in to the room, My husband and i discussed that he would stamp there hand with a black pen for Pussy and red for Anal this way i knew what they paid for and that was only what they would get...
The first guy came in and I said hi, he was a little nervous but when he saw me bent over in my short plated skirt and no knickers he soon smiled and lost his nerves, he took his clothes off and had a nice erection already, I asked him to show me the stamp and he was for pussy, I then looked at him and said well have fun back there, he then got behind me and I could feel him playing and moving his hand around my pussy, he was kissing my Ass checks which was nice, I said he could stick a finger in my ass if he wanted but not his cock, he then proceeded to push his finger in my ass and pussy "god it felt nice", he pulled his finger's out and then I felt the knob of his cock at the entrance to my pussy I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, then with one big push his cock was in me, "yum" it felt so nice , the most thing I was thinking of at the time was there was going to be more of this all night, he started of slow and worked his cock in and out of my pussy then he was starting to get faster and faster, I myself at this time was starting to moan and it did not take long for me to get in the rythem of his strokes as he started to slam his cock in me harder and harder, I got pretty loud soon by this time and i am sure the guys waiting for their turn in the other room could here me" i could feel his strokes getting faster and then a huge grunt from him and he exploded in my pussy, the feel of a stranger cumming in my pussy is so exciting for me,I don't know why I just love it when guys grunt and I feel them squirting there sperm in me it's just horny for me, So number 1 (one) got dressed and left, I heard him talking to my husband in the other room and said that was the most exciting thing he had done for a while and thanked my husband for allowing him to fuck his wife, i thought hey mate you could of thanked me seeing your spunk was dripping out of my pussy hahah.
My husband came in and told me that there is close to 28 guys in the next room and there was more in the parking lot of the Motel, I said I would get to sore to take on heaps of guys so I said Ii would be happy to fuck and suck 30 guys but thats the limit for tonight, My hubby said he will get the contact numbers from anyone who comes after the 30 and we will organise another night with them guys, So for the next 4 hours I had 30 guys pay to Fuck my pussy, Fuck my Ass, Fuck my Mouth, I had cum all over me from my long blonde hair to even one guy just wanting to wank off and squirt his cum on my foot, "Hubby did not charge him for this" Hubby came in and said honey there is a guy out there who only wants to lick your foot and wank on it is this OK with you, I said that's fine but send him in alone so he does not get embarrassed by the others, So this guy came in to the room and seen me covered in Spunk and my bent over ass in the air with spunk dripping out of my pussy and ass, he asked if it was all right to do what his fetish is, I said go for it have fun, So he started lick my foot that I know had some cum on it and he pulled his cock out of his pants and started to wank himself, I asked if he would like me to give him a little suck to excite him more but he was fine and just kept playing with my foot until he came on them and was rubbing all his cum around my feet, " at least i had a good foot massage" That was interesting ?? hahah.
Overall out of all the guys who fucked me the following happened
Cum in my Pussy = 13
Cum in my Ass = 9
Cum in my Mouth = 4
Cum on my Face = 4
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TOTAL GUYS = 30
After the last guy left I had heaps of cum dripping out of my Pussy and Ass so I called my husband into the room and told him to lay down on the bed, I straddled his face and pushed my Pussy and Ass into his face hard and then I squeezed hard which made all the cum gush out and onto his face, I gave him a facial he will never forget, This is why I love my husband so much, he lets me fuck other guys and he gets to clean me up afterwards, By the way we made enough money to pay some outstanding bills, I had my first 30 guy Gang-bang, my husband got to eat all that cum, and we got another 19 phone numbers for the next $100.00 Housewife fuck.
till next time i hope you enjoy my night as much as I did
Love you all Diane xxx*** |
Title: 100°
Tags: Fiction, Teen Male/Teen Females
Content:
.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open
i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep
the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out.
i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl's laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never.
i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you.
one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard.
i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words
School ,Monday,Gym after lunch
(end of part 1)
;part two;
I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i
Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang.
I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you'll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn't know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7''.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me.
;end part two;
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Title: 1001 Nights_(0)
Tags: True Story, Cuckold, Erotica, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Wife
Introduction:
Please rate on quality of the story, not because you don't like wimpy cuckolds, which I proudly am.
Content:
There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a case in point, but with an odd twist. My male heterosexual boss sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual. How could that be? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.
With one exception, I've been a failure in life. A below average student, not athletic, no special talents, not much to look at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom figure of the hourglass type--a small waist but ample hips and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.
My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I can't stand him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.
I had the fewest sales of anyone in the company, and simply wasn't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a company party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.
Marie has many fine qualities, as I've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left work early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and cook a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. "What's wrong with this?" she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.
I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my only hope was this dinner, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep my job.
"If you think I can help, Howie, then of course I'll do whatever I can," Marie said.
We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down knit sweater. Although she only owned one really short shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an impression on Karl.
As the doorbell rang, I took one last look at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.
Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the sight of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also couldn't help but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie's beauty; it makes me feel lucky at least in one--I would say the most important--part of my life.
Dinner went well. I am not much of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing dishes back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie's breasts. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.
After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie's short skirt was hiked up very high on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie's fingers, telling her she should really wear nail polish.
They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I wasn't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing stories about my various failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, "I was just about to fire the little wimp, and I think I still will."
Marie rose to the challenge. "What if we invited you to dinner same time next week? You wouldn't fire Howie for the next week, would you?" As she asked the question, she leaned toward Karl, and her breasts almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.
"Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the little wimp another week," he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the following week.
As he left, Marie stood at the doorway, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit longer than proper, but then he left.
I fretted all the next week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for nail polish. We couldn't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would learn how to be her manicurist. So I studied up on manicure. I started by practicing on her toes, giving her a pedicure. I found that I particularly enjoyed preparing her feet, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.
I also worried about what Marie should wear for the next big night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored translucent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very high up on Marie's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.
The dinner was pretty much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a good actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jokes, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or touch him.
At one point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my "sweetness," and my devotion, how I would "do anything for her." Karl, laughed. "You're shittin' me." He said. Marie insisted that I would do anything she asked because I worshipped her. She was right of course, but I wish she hadn't said it.
Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, "Come here Baby Doll." No one before had ever heard Marie's secret pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. "On your knees, Baby Doll, come to Mama." I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most intimate pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, "Mama's feet are tired and dirty. Take off my shoes and lick my toes
clean and massage my tired feet." With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie's feet as she sat there at the table.
After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to stop. She told me to serve the next course, and the dinner continued.
As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That didn't seem to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl--who made no secret of looking--caught at least a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder nail polish, and that with her coloring, she should wear red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.
Again, Karl told Marie how badly I was doing at work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.
So started our own little 1001 Nights. The only thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife's promise to continue her seductive dinners.
Life at work was miserable. Karl would make crude comments about Marie's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, "Doll Baby, go get me a pack of cigarettes." And I would go get them for him.
With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress and make up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie's willingness to play up to Karl given what a horrible lout he is.
Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure to show plenty of creamy thigh.
One dinner, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, "He's such a loser. He's a total failure, he's not good looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he have a really big dick, or what?" Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so little ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.
Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so open with our little marital secrets.
After that revelation, at work, he would make remarks about me being an "ass kisser" and a "brown noser" and other tasteless comments relating to my oral fixation on my wife's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to wear each day. Karl made it a point every day at work to ask me to describe what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I couldn't resist describing them in great detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.
Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie's wardrobe. We got a whole ensemble, a sexy black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.
After dinner that night, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie's allowed her skirt to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh "to compare" the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how much softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I couldn't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her panties--we had picked out a matching black string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it--she finally brushed him away.
That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front door, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It wasn't a good-night peck. Their mouths were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie? If I did, would I lose my job? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl's hands really started working on Marie's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living room. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels--she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my knees in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We didn't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her feet as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my face between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other's arms.
One night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay next to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the time, imagining his big tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come out to a motel or something, but she kept refusing, saying that they were both married and couldn't be seen to go out together. She said he was welcome in our house as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. "I'd really like that too, Karl," she said, "but think about poor Howie."
There was a long pause, as Karl talked on the other end. "I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say." Another pause.
"Howie, crawl between my legs, I need to cover your ears," she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, "Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard." Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I couldn't hear much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the phone, "Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me."
It looked like the next dinner was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up.
I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to find Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him possess her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a...., I couldn't even say the word to complete the sentence. I told her it was the greatest proof of her love for me.
Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, "Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar." I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colorful wrapping. When I came back, he said, "What kinda fag candy is that? Get me a real candy bar." So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.
In preparation for the next dinner, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her hair and make up (which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a pair of tight little pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.
For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose halter top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton material.
Karl did indeed bring Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult book stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The ties to Marie's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.
By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Marie's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with candles to give it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, black slacks and white shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.
When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to call me to serve them.
After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex short shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom third, that delicious round part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.
Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl's dirty paws all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. Karl's hands were planted on Marie's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.
Her bottom was so beautiful, I couldn't help but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would have loved to have sucked on her bottom right then and there, but knew that I couldn't because Karl wouldn't like it.
Marie called me over. "Baby Doll, we're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good little baby doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me?"
I prepared a nice little love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some soft, romantic music on the CD-player, a touch Marie hadn't even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.
But the evening didn't go according to my plans. When I returned to the living room, to tell Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business being in my own apartment.
Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful place as Marie's husband to stay a the foot of my marriage bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.
"Oh, and Baby Doll," Marie added, "when you get back, I want you to shine Karl's shoes. They're all scuffed up, and we can't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good shoe shine boy make them all nice and shiney."
When I came back from the liquor store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.
But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, polish, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, "Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your cock feels so good. Yes. Harder. You're so hard. God, YES."
I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sort from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.
After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. "Not too bad," he said, "maybe we'll find a use for you yet." He sat on one of our chairs and said, "Come here, Baby Doll. Take off my slippers and put my shoes back on me." Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. "Save 'em for next week," he said, "I gotta get home and give my wife a good fucking too." He got up and left without
another word.
I crept into the darkened bedroom with the candles still flickering and soft music playing. "Do you love him more than me?" I whispered, my voice cracking.
"Oh, baby doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby," Marie said in the baby talk voice she knows that just melts me.
"Come to Mama. Come and kiss Mama where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad penis." I crawled up onto the bed. "Mama wuvs her widdle biddy baby doll," she said again. "Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty."
I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and slick area in between.
"That's a baby," she purred. "Mama's pussy wussy all sore fwom big bad man."
I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. "Let Mama feel baby's widdle peenie inside me." I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. "Ooooh, baby's widdle biddie peenie feels so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK."
Her voice completely changed tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl's penis pounding inside her, I came with a little squirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.
As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one level he satisfied Marie in a way that I couldn't. I felt bad about that, inferior as usual. But I also realized that Marie's love for me was genuine, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incapable of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the idea that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.
Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a wimp and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and doesn't really matter. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may think he's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.
Proudly signed,
Willing Wimp. |
Title: 1001 Nights_(1)
Tags: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Male / Female Teens, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Slavery, Young
Introduction:
A diplomat and a harem girl fun story
Content:
My kinky shrink boyfriend, a sex therapist who believes in acting out sexual fantasy, is never at a loss to conjure up exotic, erotic scenes for us to sexually explore. He has a series he calls "1001 Nights" as semi-based on the classic tale of Sheherazade, except his stories involve naughtier exploits of adventure.
In this tale, he is dressed in the lace and silks of an 18th-century European diplomat, powdered perruque and all. (Yeah, he can afford such stuff.) He greets me at the door to his posh New York City high-rise apartment where he invites me into his master bedroom. I take a seat on the 4-poster bed. He pours me a glass of sherry. (Yeah, he's British, too.) I clink "cheers" with him and swallow it down. After three glasses, a flush runs to my cheeks. he kisses me and tells me to strip.
Once naked, I take my position spread eagle across the bed. he tells tonight's story while he fastens my wrists and ankles with black bands of silk to the four corners of the bed then slips a blindfold over my eyes.
"Imagine you are in a distant time in a place far away, exotic and strange," he says with warm, Altoid-sweetened breath flowing across my face. "You, my dear, are the latest addition to a sultan's harem, but you are unresponsive to his amorous intentions. In fact, he calls you his marble princess.
"Now, imagine me, the dashing foreign emissary. He's seen you eye me with a spark of desire through your veil as you served us both dates and muscatel. Ah, your veil. I'll attend to that in a moment, but first..."
I feel a smooth silk strip of cloth being strapped between my teeth and tied behind my head. He explains, "Yes, his intent is to keep you bound, blind, and voiceless while he plots to melt away your hardened resolve with my hapless aid. Let's see to veiling you properly now."
I hear soft jingles of tiny bells and bangles of a headdress. He pulls it on snugly over my crown then fastens a silky veil across the bridge of my nose. My breath anxiously billows the thin fabric in and out. Cool wisps of sheer material are laid over my exposed body. I have no idea what color they are or what they suggestively reveal, but I can imagine.
"The sultan has a plan. He has commissioned me with the temerarious task of penetrating the ice sheath encasing his concubine's sexual desire. However, it's not to be achieved as simply as my wooing her petals open with my charm and grace. No, he has laid down the gauntlet for a feat most unfeasible. As his interpreter explains to me, I am to be stripped naked, save for my perruque, and blindfolded with hands bound behind my back."
I hear the rustle of clothes being removed as his soft, baritone voice with its polished Oxford tones continues the set up. "He tells me that I will be brought into a room where the lovely lady in question will be found bound to a great bed. It is my job to wend my way to her then arouse her libido with naught but ministrations of lips and tongue. You can imagine my indignation and my reluctance." I hear him grunt with the exertion of binding his own hands behind his back. Don't ask me how he does this. He just does this. "But I am overpowered and thrust into a chamber whose contents I know nothing of. I listen for a sound, a whimper, a breath, a movement, in order to direct myself."
Picking up on this cue, I move my head setting off the tinkle of bangles and let out a muffled groan.
"'Madam,' I beseech, 'Are you unharmed? Know you who I am?' I am not even sure she speaks my language, so I ask the same in the various dialects I know."
I maunder a reply and jangle the bells once more.
"From the sounds of it," his voice grows closer, "you are unable to speak. Fret not, madam, I have not been sent to harm you. In fact, I am utterly unable to lift a hand against you."
I hear him bump into the side of the bed and feel his naked body sidle next to mine. My heart pounds. The veil on my face pulsates with my excitement. My loins throb and juice.
"There you are. let me sense you out and know of your condition." His lips brush over my torso, tripping lightly over my nipples. They glide on hot breath up to my neck and my mouth where they touch down briefly before brushing over my cheek and the blindfold banding my eyes.
"Blinded as I am I see," he murmurs. "But you are gagged beneath your veil." His lips press soft kisses over the fabric covering my mouth. I can hardly contain myself.
"I'm not certain you can understand me, but I have been sent to arouse you with my lips and tongue. If I fail in my mission, then I fear we shall both meet our fates at the end of an executioner's axe. As I do not care to have my young life snuffed out in so cruel and barbaric a manner, I intend on coaxing the most volcanic eruption of erotic passion from deep within your stony vestibule."
I groan longingly with each delicate suckle of his mouth along my neck and down my clavicle. His teeth nip teasingly at my nipples and send shivers through my body setting off a trill of jingles from the bells on my headdress. I writhe in the restraints as he pulls the veils from my body with his teeth then sets his mouth to my breasts, sucking them, licking them, prompting them to rise and swell with torturous pleasure.
A shrill cry climbs past the gag. He moves his mouth to mine and blows gently, soothingly, "Shhhh! Easy now. We wouldn't want the sultan or his men thinking I was violating you. Not that I would be able."
I could feel him trying to adjust himself in his self-bondage in order to find a more comfortable position. "Now, let's see go south of the border and explore the steamy jungles, shall we?"
Hot kisses travel down my body to my pussy weeping with desire. He maneuvers his body a-stride mine and buries his face in between my quivering legs. I can hardly control myself under the ravagings of his masterful tongue and teeth upon my clit and labia. I struggle in vain hope to squeeze my legs together to enhance the sensation.
"Hmmm, your fruits are most savory and succulent. Does my nibbling sensually distress you?"
I mumble an ecstatic agreement to his query. I fight the oncoming orgasm. I don't want this fantasy to end. It's too damned good!
He lifts his head and turns to face me. "Resisting, I see. Hmmm. We'll just have to do something about that." He grunts with effort to reposition himself. Once again his face has blindly found mine. He plies my veiled and gagged mouth with kisses as he muses, "Perhaps if you were to look at me the way you did when serving up delectibles at the sultan's behest... but how?" He latches onto my blindfold with his teeth and tugs it from my eyes. I blink my way to focus and see his lean physique leaning over me with arms pinned behind his back. A wide black band of cloth leers down at me. The perfume of his perruque tickles my nose. I study the pursing of his sweet mouth as it sets up the next kiss. "I hope my magnificent form inspires you to aspiring toward the preferred state of titillation."
My eyes beg for his beauty from within and without, but he can't see my longing. He leans down to nudge the veil and reach my mouth with hsi are lips. He softly kisses me through the gag. I moan. "Hmmm, love it when you do that."
I feel the tip of his erect penis tip-toeing across my breasts. He moves to my right. "Let's see if we can get a handel on this development." His mouth skates along my arm to the restraint on my wrist. He works the knotted loop with his teeth until it loosens. "Your hand is free to stroke me, my love." I curl my fingers around the hot, throbbing flesh of his organ as he straddles me. I stroke up and down until he's to the point of cumming. He pulls away, scoots down, and lightly brushes my clit with the moistened tip.
I can't stand it anymore. I cum, I cum, I cum. Before I realize it his hands are free and undoing the binds at my ankles. My legs are up and spread wide. His fingers tickle my clit while his mouth clamps upon the nipple of my right breast. His other hand pulls away the headdress to entwine fingers with silken strands of hair before pulling the gag from my mouth. Before I could utter my orgasmic cry, his mouth stopped mine in fitful determination. He burned through me like hot lead through butter. I swore I heard sizzling.
I felt the waning of his penile pulsation as the warm ooze of cum flowed down my legs. He had completed his mission of bringing a frigid harem girl to orgasm -- albeit, not exactly as prescribed by the odious sultan. But rest assured, no heads rolled -- only our pleasured bodies over the silk sheets as we dreamt of the next tale to come. |
Title: $100 BILL TATTOOED ON PENIS
Tags: Sex Joke
Content:
A guy gets home late one night and his wife says, "Where the hell have you been?"
Him: "I was out getting a tattoo."
Her: "A tattoo?" "What kind of tattoo did you get? "
Him: "I got a hundred dollar bill on my penis."
Her: "What the hell were you thinking? Why did you get a hundred dollar bill on your penis?"
Him: "Well, number one, I like to watch my money grow . . .
Number two, once in a while, I like to play with my money . . .
Third, I like how money feels in my hand . . .
And lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want!" |
Title: 100 Bottles Of Beer
Tags: Fiction, First Time, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Oral Sex, Romance, Virginity
Introduction:
My wife volunteered to take her sister’s daughters with us on vacation while they went off by themselves.
Content:
One Hundred Bottles Of Beer
I had to listen to my daughter and my four nieces sing “One hundred bottle of beer on the wall” for the entire trip. Not just once either. As soon as they got down to “One” my wife would say, “One more time!” I promised myself that I would kill her later.
I had been coerced into this trip. Both of her sisters had been married on the same day in a double wedding ceremony. They were also celebrating their fifteenth wedding anniversary. My wife volunteered to take their daughters with us on vacation.
My daughter Alyssa was fifteen years old. My wife’s two sisters each had two daughters ages fourteen and thirteen. Her one sister had Julia age fourteen and Katie age thirteen. Her youngest sister had Jasmine age fourteen and Katherine age thirteen.
That had been the longest eight-hour drive that I had ever taken. Not only did I have to listen to those girls sing that ridiculous song the whole way but I had to make six pit stops for them to pee and three more because they were hungry.
When we finally got to the campground we checked in. We had been assigned the cabin that was the furthest away from everything. The girls started complaining right away and I just smiled to myself. Paybacks! They had punished me so now they were going to suffer. I loved it.
It was late and we were tired so my wife sent us all to bed early. The cabin did not allow for much privacy, as it was just one big room. Even the bathroom was twenty feet from the back door. Obviously that pissed the girls off too. An outhouse! Ha! Ha! There was electricity and there was water in the kitchen sink too, just no toilet facilities.
The cabin did have one double bed along with eight single bunk beds. Of course all five girls wanted the four top bunks so my wife told them to work it out. We would have fourteen nights and that one girl would have to sleep on a lower bunk each night.
Then of course there was the problem of the girls changing their clothes. Again it was just one big room. My wife asked me to step outside while the girls changed. Sure, why not!
From outside in the dark it was very easy to look inside the cabin into the light. It looked just like daylight in there. So I watched as the five teenage girls undressed and put on one of my white T-shirts. I knew that my wife had brought several extra T-shirts along just for that purpose. The girls removed their bras but wanted to keep their panties on. My wife told them to at least change into clean panties to wear to bed. I had been excited to see all of their sweet little breasts with their tiny hard nipples but seeing their hairy little pussies was even better yet. The girls were all over the place so I got to see them from every direction. They all had a cute little ass too.
Finally my wife came outside to get me. She ran into my arms and kissed me very passionately. Then she looked back at the cabin and smiled.
She said, “I thought that you would have a good view from out here! That’s why I insisted that they change their panties too! Did you enjoy it!”
I said, “I certainly did!”
She asked, “Did it make up for the drive up here?”
I smiled and said, “Almost!”
She said, “Well I can promise you a show just like that every night! I think I can do you one even better too but you’ll have to trust me!”
I grabbed her ass as I kissed her and pressed my hard-on into her crotch.
She giggled and asked, “How would like to fuck me in there with all of the girls listening to us?”
I smiled and said, “It might be fun!”
So my wife took me by the hand and walked me into the cabin. She told the girls to go to sleep. She handed me a clean pair of underwear and told me to go outside to change. I did then I returned. As I climbed in I asked her what she was wearing to bed. She replied that she was going to wear what she wore every night…nothing at all. So she stripped naked right in front of five very interested young girls. She turned the lights off and climbed into bed with me. I took off my underwear and hung them on the bedpost for morning.
My wife didn’t wait one minute before she was under the covers and sucking on my hard cock. Soon she had thrown off the covers and was straddling my hips. Then she lowered herself onto my cock. She knew full well that all of the girls were trying to see what she was doing. She didn’t care; in fact she loved it. I hadn’t seen this exhibitionist side of her very often so this was really a thrill for me too. She was putting on a very good show for the girls too. She moaned and she whispered things to me loud enough for them to hear if they remained silent. They remained silent! She said things like “I love the way your cock feels inside me,” “Oh pinch my nipples harder you know I like it,” and “Make me cum big daddy! Make me cum real good!”
When she said ‘Big Daddy’ all of the girls started snickering and giggling. She said ‘shut up and go back to sleep’ but she never missed a stroke until she felt my cum squirt up into her. Then she did a few double jerks, like spasms then she too had an orgasm. A good one too!
Every girl the cabin knew it too once she shouted out, “Oh God! I’m cumming! Fuck me harder! I’m cumming! Don’t stop! That’s it! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Then she collapsed onto my chest and just lay there exhausted. Eventually she rolled over to her side of the bed and we fell asleep. I was pretty sure that the girls were still awake and were trying to absorb what they had just seen.
In the morning the girls were wide-awake when I woke up. I looked at all of their eyes staring at me.
My daughter Alyssa was the first to speak, “Daddy! Can we ask you some questions?”
I knew what they wanted to ask me about. Sex! I thought about waking my wife up to help answer them too but she looked so beautiful and peaceful lying there. So I held my finger up to my lips to signal them to be quiet, then I pointed at my wife so that they knew not to disturb her, and finally I pointed outside. They understood! I swung my feet out of bed, grabbed my underwear off the bedpost, and stood up to put them on. I knew full well that the girls could see my bare ass and a couple of them might have even seen my balls but I didn’t care at that point. I slipped out of the cabin and walked out to a picnic table near the car. The girls followed me in my T-shirts. They sat on the picnic table as I leaned up against my car. Not one of the five girls had any panties on. That made my cock rise in my underwear.
Again my daughter Alyssa asked, “Daddy! Can we ask you some questions now?”
I replied, “Yes! But this may be embarrassing for all of us! Remember if you ask a question you had better be prepared for an honest and truthful answer!”
Alyssa asked, “What was mommy doing to you last night?”
I replied, “We were making love!”
My niece Julia asked, “Why was she on top?”
I replied, “Sometimes a woman likes to be on top so that she can be in control of how fast, how deep, and how forceful our lovemaking is!”
My niece Jasmine asked, “How come she was shouting at the end?”
I replied, “Well she was enjoying herself so much that she wanted me to know that she was having a wonderful orgasm!”
My niece Katie asked, “How come she gets to say the word fuck but we can’t?”
I replied, “Well she really shouldn’t have! However in that particular instance she was using a different word for lovemaking!”
My niece Katherine asked, “What is cumming and orgasm?”
I chuckled softly and replied, “Well! Have any of you ever masturbated or played with yourself?”
They all raised their hand.
I continued, “When you tickle your clits for a while do you get a kind of gooey feeling deep inside that sort of makes you feel funny?”
They all raised their hands again.
I continued, “That is what girls call an orgasm and what boys call cumming! But girls call it cumming too as you heard last night!”
Apparently they were taking turns and it was Alyssa’s turn to ask, “Was your cock in her cunt?”
That caught me off guard. I have never heard my daughter talk like that before. I replied, “Well! Yes! But you probably should say penis and vagina or pussy!”
Julia asked, “Why? Weren’t they called cock and cunt when you were in school?”
I chuckled and swallowed hard and then replied, “Yes they were but I was trying to point out that the polite thing to call them was penis and vagina!”
Jasmine was next and said, “Well we all call them cock and cunt when no adults are around!”
I replied, “But I’m an adult!”
Katie giggled and said, “You sure are! I never saw a cock that big on any of the boys I’ve known!”
That caused a round of giggles, pointing, and staring at my crotch. I looked down and saw that I was as hard as I had ever been. It was sticking straight out. So I asked, “Any more questions?”
Of course little Katherine had one, “Would that big cock of yours fit in my cunt?”
Once again I cleared my throat and replied, “Yes it would! It may hurt you somewhat but I could force it into you if I had too!”
Leave it to my daughter Alyssa to say, “Prove it!”
Fortunately for me at that very moment my wife waked out of the cabin. I was never so happy to see her before. She too had on only one of my T-shirts with no panties on either. The girls were admiring the hair on her pussy that my T-shirt could not cover.
My wife asked, “So what have you guys been talking about?”
Julia said, “Sex!”
Jasmine said, “You fucking him last night!”
Katie said, “About masturbating and cumming!”
Then Katherine said, “If his big cock would really fit into my tiny cunt!”
My wife blushed and said, “Oh my! I thought you were just trying to figure out what to have for breakfast!”
Alyssa said, “We already decided that! We want daddy’s cock for breakfast!”
Julia said, “Yes!”
Jasmine said, “All of us!”
Katie said, “That’s right!”
Katherine said, “And I’m first!”
My wife said, “Okay! Shall we go inside or do you want him to fuck you right out here on this picnic table?”
I finally got to say something, “Inside!”
All five girls jumped stood up and ran into the house.
I kissed my wife and asked, “Now what?”
She rubbed my hard aching cock and said, “Lets go inside and take care of this! It appears that little Katherine is first! I wonder where your daughter fits into the lineup!”
As we walked toward the cabin I slipped my fingers into my wife’s pussy. It had been cleaned. That meant that she had gone to the outhouse and washed up afterwards in the sink. She had done all that while the girls were out here torturing me. I wondered if she had put them up to it. She must have!
My wife said, “Take your time with Katherine! Eat her out for awhile, finger her, try to give her an orgasm first, and then slip it in real gently! Her pussy is small but her hymen is already broken. It will stretch to accommodate you if you are gentle! Whatever you do make her enjoy it or you will scare off the other four! Make it one just girl a day and give Katherine all of your attention today!”
I kept my fingers in my wife’s pussy, even as we entered the cabin. I made sure that the girls all saw where my fingers were before I pulled them out and walked over to Katherine. She was already sitting on my bed with my T-shirt still on. I turned Katherine so that I could slip the fingers that had just come out of my wife’s pussy into her little pussy. Katherine knew exactly where my fingers had been and she even parted her knees for me so that I had better access. I poked around inside her opening and my wife had been right Katherine did not have an intact hymen. I wondered how she knew that. I took a hold of the bottom of the T-shirt and Katherine sat up and raised her arms so that I could slip it off easier. She lay back and opened her legs up wide. I felt like a gynecologist. Then I leaned in and started licking her virgin pussy. She tasted very clean and again I had to wonder what was up. I moved around on the bed to give myself better access to my niece’s tiny pussy. This little angel was extremely willing to let me do anything that I wanted to do to her, including fuck her. I ate her pussy and licked her asshole. That sure excited her just like it excites my wife. I even licked her soft downy fur that tried to cover her pussy. Soon I was attacking her tiny little clit with the tip of my tongue. Katherine cooed and purred as she ran her fingers through my hair. I knew that it was working when she started humping my face. I reached down and tried to remove my underwear. Suddenly my daughter was there helping me with them until I was free.
I stopped licking Katherine for just a moment to say, “Alyssa! Will you suck my cock and get it all wet for Katherine?”
She said, “Sure daddy!” and then she started sucking it while lying on her back.
It was more than I could take so I said, “That’s enough honey!” I pulled my cock away from my daughter’s sweet little mouth and brought it up to Katherine’s sweet little pussy. I watched as she closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath in anticipation. I knew that she expected me to push it in so I did. It would not do any good to have her get ready like that and then for me to hesitate and not follow through with it. So I pushed just a little, then a little harder, and finally the head popped inside if her tight opening. Her eyes opened up and she smiled at me.
Katherine said, “Wow! That feels good! Mom’s dildo hurt more than that the first time!”
Now I really knew that something was up. I had been set up to fuck these girls on this vacation. I only wish I knew whom to thank. This was fantastic!
I went back to concentrating on Katherine. She was tight and I had to really push my cock up into her. She seemed to be enjoying it and so was I. I felt the head of my cock hit the bottom of her hole. I had most of my cock into her and it was plenty too. I backed my cock out and pushed it in again. Katherine was anticipating my thrust and raised her hips up to meet me. In a few strokes we were mutually fucking one another. God she was tight and my cock liked being in her tight little pussy. As I approached my climax I could only hope that she was approaching hers too. Well I hoped but then again I really didn’t care. I had reached that point in time when the little head always tells the big head what to do. At that moment my little head was saying, “Fuck her! Fuck her good!” I must admit that I agreed with my cock so I started fucking into her faster, stronger, and deeper than before. I was thrusting my cock into her and forcing her body up the bed toward the headboard. She was light as a feather. I was afraid that I would give her a concussion if I kept ramming her toward that headboard but I couldn’t stop myself. Fortunately I started to cum in her. Katherine started that cute little cooing and purring like she had done earlier. I knew then that she was having her second orgasm from me.
Katherine cried out, “Oh God! I’m cumming Aunt Kathy! Fuck me harder Uncle Ted! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes! Yes! God yes!”
Katherine had tightened her ankles around my back forcing my cock into her all the way. Now she had relaxed and she was lying limply on the bed under me. Her eyes were open and they sparkled. Her cute mouth was open and her tongue was licking her dry lips. So I kissed her before I let my cock slip out of her well used pussy. I rolled to the far side so that the girls could see Katherine. I put my finger in her hole and went after her clit again as I sucked on one of her nipples. Her clit was swollen and much easier to find and stimulate this time. I gave Katherine her third orgasm and she loved it.
I kissed Katherine and said, “Thank you very much for giving me your virginity! I love you, you know! Now you are mine for the rest of the day!”
Katherine asked, Can I sleep with you tonight too?”
My wife Kathy said, “Sure you can sweetheart! You two stay there and rest! Girls! Help me with breakfast!”
Katherine said, “Thank you Uncle Ted!”
While the rest were busy I asked, “So who’s idea was this anyway?”
Katherine said, “If I tell you will you get mad?”
I replied, “No! Honest!”
Katherine said, “It was mommy, Aunt Kathy, and Aunt Linda’s idea!”
I said, “The three sisters! Why?”
Katherine said, “Well we girls started asking them too many questions about sex! So they got together and decided that you were the best choice to introduce us to sex! Apparently you have fucked them all! That’s how they knew that you were the best one to fuck us!”
Yes I had fucked both of my wife’s sisters but how could my wife know that I was the best unless she had fucked both of her brother-in-laws too. So the women had tested us men to see whom they should give their daughters too and I had won. Fantastic!
I said, “Thanks sweetie! That clears up a lot of things! Lets get cleaned up before breakfast!”
We walked out to the outhouse together and took turns peeing. Then we came back inside and washed up at the kitchen sink. By then we just sat down to breakfast. It was only nine o’clock in the morning. I still had a whole day ahead of me.
My wife took the other four girls and I kept Katherine with me just incase I needed her sexually. Her job that day was to be my ‘love child’ as she called herself.
I made love to Katherine again at lunch, at dinner, and at bedtime too. I waited until everyone was there to watch us. Slipping my cock into Katherine became much easier. Giving her orgasms was much easier too. Me cumming however was getting harder and taking longer but that was also part of the reason why I was chosen for this job.
After little thirteen-year-old Katherine I got her fourteen-year-old sister Jasmine for a day. Then I got thirteen-year-old Katie and her fourteen-year-old sister Julia after that. My own fifteen-year-old daughter Alyssa was my final victory. I might add that she was the best one too. It might have been her age but I was pretty sure that it was because she was my daughter.
I had not been giving my wife the attention that she deserved but she said that she could wait until we got home. She said that she would share me with Alyssa. Fantastic!
Each girl was special in her own way. Jasmine had an orgasm while I sucked on her nipples. Julia liked my finger in her ass and my tongue in her mouth. Katie enjoyed being on top. Alyssa liked it best doggy style. Like I said each girl was special in her own way.
The End
One Hundred Bottles Of Beer
98 |
Title: 100° temperature
Tags: Fiction, Lesbian, Rape, Teen Male/Teen Females
Introduction:
read it and find out
Content:
.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open
i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep
the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out.
i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl's laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never.
i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you.
one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard.
i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words
School ,Monday,Gym after lunch
(end of part 1)
;part two;
I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i
Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang.
I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you'll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn't know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7''.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me.
;end part two;
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Title: 100% True Stories That Happened as a Teen
Tags: True Story, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Boy, Consensual Sex, Female Domination, Girls domination, Incest, Male / Females, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Masturbation, Teen, Young
Introduction:
These stories are events that has happened in the past in my teenage years
Content:
First Summer Vacation in my Aunts House...
Me: 15 | 5'6 | 170lbs | Small Cock (4 inches at the time)
Vanessa: 19 | 5'10 | 135lbs | Nice athletic body
Back to when I was 15 years old. I usually enjoyed summer vacation and would most likely spend it with my aunt because i had enough of my mom. This time was different though
My aunt got engaged with a cool guy name Paul. He in his 40's and had 2 children, Drew (19) and Vanessa (18). Things were a bit weird cause my aunt was had moved in with them and i was now sleeping on the couch instead of the spare guest room my aunt had when she was by herself.
Drew and Vanessa were pretty cool, didn't really talk much to me but it we were okay with each other. Vannessa and Drew had their own rooms and were in there the majority of the time. So we didnt communicate as much as I wanted too.
It was a friday night and everyone was about to hit the hay. I didnt have a bed to sleep in, so all i had was a comfy pillow with a small blanket. As everyone entered their rooms, I turned on the TV and started flipping throught the channels, trying to find something entertaining. Nothing was good was really on, so i went to the 11 o'clock news.
It was getting pretty cold so i went to Drew's door to see if he had an extra blanket, i knocked but he didn't respond. Then i went to my aunts door but she also didn't respond.
I was about to deal with the cold and head back to the couch but heard Vanessa's TV on thought maybe she had one. I was right next to the door and saw that it was slightly open and could see a little crack as an opening. I looked in and saw her in a small tank top with no panties on. She was masturbating. I was shocked and was about to open it but was getting an erection watching her. I couldnt let her see me with my erection, it would be weird. So i headed back to the couch and tried to forget about it.
About 20 minutes has passed, my erection was gone but i was freezing on the couch, rolled up into a ball, looking at what the 7-Day Forecast is going to look like. I thought to myself if i should go back to Vanessa's room and ask her if had an extra blanket. But i didnt want to risk her getting uncomfortable with me knowing that i saw her masturbating. After a few minutes of debating, i just went.
As I got to the door i looked through the crack and saw that she was now sleeping with clothes back on but luckily there was a spare blanket on her bed folded up that she wasnt using. I knocked and opened the door but she didnt notice. I walked over next to the bed and tried to reach for the blanket but it was across the bed and didnt want to wake her up.
Thoughts were going through my mind if she had caught me in her room, would she think of me as a perv and never talk to me again or would she tell me aunt. I just gave up and took a risk, i reached over her body for the blanket and felt it with my finger tips. Then i got it. But Vanessa woke up!
She saw me on top of her and was about to scream. I covered her mouth with my hand. "Shhhhhhh", i told her. "It's not what you think, i was just trying to get a blanket thats all."
She was beginning to calm down and took my hand off her, got the blanket and was going to leave her room but then she whispered, " Get over here, sit down next to me. " I knew was i wasnt going hear the end of it. Vanessa sat up and told me, "Take your shirt and pants off, leave your underwear on. " i thought she was joking but she was dead serious, i didnt want to get caught my aunt so i did as she said. I took off my shirt and began to unbuckle my pants, pulling them down i noticed she was watching me the whole time. Not even wierded out.
I was now in only my underwear and turned to Vanessa and saw that her nipples were hard, i could see them hard with her tight white tank top. I was getting hard, Vanessa looked down what was happening. Vanessa then told me, " Aren't you getting excited haha. " I responded, " Hahaha Funny.....What do you want from me? " Vanessa got next to my hear and whispered, "You...."
Vanessa pushed me down against the bed began to take off her clothes. She slowly took off her tank top, exposing her small yet firm breasts. My dick was fully erect now, it looked like it was going to pop out my underwear. Vanessa turned around and sat on top of my chest and took off her shorts off. She scooted up and my face was inches away from her shaved tight vagina. I was in shock the entire time, so tempted to lick it.
Vanessa went back down to my knees and began to kiss my fully erect dick through my underwear. She slowly started pulling my pants down showing what little pubic hair i had til my 4 inch rock hard cock was out. She smiled and said, " Awwe, its so small. " i began to blush and Vanessa spat on my dick, she started to stroke it slowly and slowly. I was moaning low so that she would be the only one hearing it.
Vanessa started to put it in her mouth, i was in complete awe. It was the best feeling ever, Vanessa knew i enjoyed it. She began to suck and suck bobbing her head back and forth. I was surely about to cum but he stopped and spat on it a few more times. She whispered, " I want you in me..." Vanessa sat on top of my dick and pushed it inside her tight vagina. It was so good, warm and wet. She was going slow but was going faster and leaned her body towered me. Her breast were directly in front me and she pushed my face against them, i started to lick them, each one left to right, moving my tongue around.
Vanessa moans were such a turn on that i was about to cum. She hopped off my dick and lifted my legs up. She smiled and leaned her head againts my smally balls. She started sucking on them, then began to lick down and down til i felt her lips on my asswhole. She started to eat me out i was enjoying it so much. Vanessa started to put a finger in, then two, then three. It a bareable pain but felt good.
Vanessa was getting even more wet, she got up and sat on my face. She started to move around and i began to finger her, she kept going and going until she had an orgasm. She was squirting all over my face. I didn't mind. Vanessa looked at me and smiled.
Vanessa started to ride my dick again but this time she wasnt going to stop...
Vanessa started to go slow again, i was in love with how tight her vagina was. She started to speed up. Both of us were sweating and were so horny. I was about to cum and Vanessa started to go faster.
And then...... it happened.
Vanessa was still on top of me for a few more seconds until she got next in bed with me and said, " i love you. " i smiled and cuddled with my still hard cock against her ass. Vanessa enjoyed it. I started humping and humping harder, she told me, " Now, get the blanket and go to bed. " I knodded. I got my shirt on then looked at my dick and noticed it was covered in cum. Vanessa saw then got on her knees and began to lick the remaining cum off me.
We giggled and i went back to the couch.
Man cant wait what this summer is going to be.... |
Title: 100 ways to order a pizza the fun way...
Tags: Sex Joke
Introduction:
You know the drill, comment, rate, and give me your favourite jokes if you'd like to see them in a new 'Reader Favourite' post.....
Content:
1. If using a touch-tone, press random numbers while ordering. Ask person taking the order to stop doing that.
2. Make up a charge-card name. Ask if they accept it.
3. Use CB lingo where applicable.
4. Order a Big Mac Extra Value Meal.
5. Terminate the call with, "Remember, we never had this conversation."
6. Tell the order taker a rival pizza place is on the other line and you're going with the lowest bidder.
7. Give them your address, exclaim "Oh, just surprise me!" and hang up.
8. Answer their questions with questions.
9. In your breathiest voice, tell them to cut the crap about nutrition, ask if they have something outlandishly sinful.
10. Use these bonus words in the conversation: ROBUST FREE-SPIRITED COST-EFFICIENT SYSTEM.
11. Tell them to put the crust on top this time.
12. Sing the order to the tune of your favorite song from Metallica's "Master of Puppets" CD.
13. Do not name the toppings you want. Rather, spell them out.
14. Put an extra edge in your voice when you say "crazy bread."
15. Stutter on the letter "p."
16. Ask for a deal available somewhere else. (e.g. If phoning Domino's, ask for a Cheeser! Cheeser!)
17. Ask what the order taker is wearing.
18. Crack your knuckles into the receiver.
19. Say hello, act stunned for five seconds, then behave as if they called you.
20. Rattle off your order with a determined air. If asked "Would you like drinks with that?", panic and become disoriented.
21. Tell the order taker you're depressed. Get him/her to cheer you up.
22. Make a list of exotic cuisines. Order them as toppings.
23. Change your accent every three seconds.
24. Order 52 pepperoni slices prepared in a fractal pattern as follows from an equation you are about to dictate. Ask if they need paper.
25. Act like you know the order taker from somewhere. Say "Bed-Wetters' Camp, right?"
26. Start your order with "I'd like. . . ". A little later, slap yourself and say "No, I don't."
27. If they repeat the order to make sure they have it right, say "OK. That'll be $10.99; please pull up to the first window."
28. Rent a pizza.
29. Order while using an electric knife sharpener.
30. Ask if you get to keep the pizza box. When they say yes, heave a sigh of relief.
31. Put the accent on the last syllable of "pepperoni." Use the long "i" sound.
32. Have your pizza "shaken, not stirred."
33. Say "Are you sure this is (Pizza Place)? When they say yes, say "Well, so is this! You've got some explaining to do!" When they finally offer proof that it is, in fact, (Pizza Place), start to cry and ask, "Do you know what it's like to be lied to?"
34. Move the mouthpiece farther and farther from your lips as you speak. When the call ends, jerk the mouthpiece back into place and scream goodbye at the top of your lungs.
35. Tell them to double-check to make sure your pizza is, in fact, dead.
36. Imitate the order taker's voice.
37. Eliminate verbs from your speech.
38. When they say "What would you like?" say, "Huh? Oh, you mean now."
39. Play a sitar in the background.
40. Say it's your anniversary and you'd appreciate if the deliverer hid behind some furniture waiting for your spouse to arrive so you can surprise him/her.
41. Amuse the order taker with little-known facts about country music.
42. Ask to see a menu.
43. Quote Carl Sandberg.
44. Say you'll be able to pay for this when the movie people call back.
45. Ask if they have any idea what is at stake with this pizza.
46. Ask what topping goes best with well-aged Chardonnay.
47. Belch directly into the mouthpiece; then tell your dog it should be ashamed.
48. Order a slice, not a whole pizza.
49. Shout "I'm through with men/women! Send me a dozen of your best, Gaston!"
50. Doze off in the middle of the order, catch yourself, and say "Where was I? Who are you?"
51. Psychoanalyze the order taker.
52. Ask what their phone number is. Hang up, call them, and ask again.
53. Order two toppings, then say, "No, they'll start fighting."
54. Learn to properly pronounce the ingredients of a Twinkie. Ask that these be included in the pizza.
55. Call to complain about service. Later, call to say you were drunk and didn't mean it.
56. Tell the order taker to tell the manager to tell his supervisor he's fired.
57. Report a petty theft to the order taker.
58. Use expletives like "Great Caesar's Ghost" and "Jesus Joseph and Mary in Tinsel Town."
59. Ask for the guy who took your order last time.
60. If he/she suggests anything, adamantly declare, "I shall not be swayed by your sweet words."
61. Wonder aloud if you should trim those nose hairs.
62. Try to talk while drinking something.
63. Start the conversation with "My Call to (Pizza Place), Take 1, and. . . action!"
64. Ask if the pizza is organically grown.
65. Ask about pizza maintenance and repair.
66. Be vague in your order.
67. When they repeat your order, say "Again, with a little more OOMPH this time."
68. If using a touch-tone press 9-1-1 every 5 seconds throughout the order.
69. After ordering, say "I wonder what THIS button on the phone does." Simulate a cutoff.
70. Start the conversation by reciting today's date and saying, "This may be my last entry."
71. State your order and say that's as far as this relationship is going to get.
72. Ask if they're familiar with the term "spanking a pizza." Make up a description to go with the term. Ask that this be done to your pizza.
73. Say "Ksssht" rather loudly into the phone. Ask if they felt that.
74. Detect the order taker's psychic aura. Use it to your advantage.
75. When listing toppings you want on your pizza, include another pizza.
76. Learn to play a blues riff on the harmonica. Stop talking at regular intervals to play it.
77. Ask if they would like to sample your pizza. Suggest an even trade.
78. Perfect a celebrity's voice. Stress that you won't take any crap from some two-bit can't-hack-it pimple-faced gofer.
79. Put them on hold.
80. Teach the order taker a secret code. Use the code on all subsequent orders.
81. Mumble, "There's a bomb under your seat." When asked to repeat that, say "I said 'sauce smothered with meat'."
82. Make the first topping you order mushrooms. Make the last thing you say "No mushrooms, please." Hang up before they have a chance to respond.
83. When the order is repeated, change it slightly. When it is repeated again, change it again. On the third time, say "You just don't get it, do you?"
84. When you'ge given the price, say "Ooooooo, that sounds complicated. I hate math."
85. Haggle.
86. Order a one-inch pizza.
87. Order term life insurance.
88. When they say "Will that be all?", snicker and say "We'll find out, won't we?"
89. Order with a Speak-n-Spell where applicable.
90. Ask how many dolphins were killed to make that pizza.
91. While on the phone, fake entering puberty. Fluctuate pitch often; act embarrassed.
92. Engage in some serious swapping.
93. Dance all around the word "pizza." Avoid saying it at all costs. If he/she says it, say "Please don't mention that word."
94. Have a movie with a good car chase scene playing loudly in the background. Yell "OW!" when a bullet is fired.
95. If he/she suggests a side order, ask why he/she is punishing you.
96. Ask if the pizza has had its shots.
97. Order a steamed pizza.
98. Get taker's name. Later, call exactly on the hour to say, "This is your (time of day) wake-up call, So-and-so." Hang up.
99. Offer to pay for the pizza with a public flogging.
If any of the above practices are rejected by the order taker, 100. Say, in your best pouty voice, "Last guy let me do it." |
Title: 101 Days of Lockdown
Tags: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female
Introduction:
“It doesn’t mean anything and it doesn’t need to. We both know what this is and what we both want. These are extenuating circumstances. As far as I’m concerned we’re not blood relatives, barely even related. We’re just an emergency fuck.”
Content:
WE ARE A HUNDRED AND one days into a weird sort of totalitarian lockdown. A hundred and one days without going out, seeing friends, going to school (never thought I’d miss that) or going to the shops. A hundred and one painfully long, boring days unable to do anything remotely normal, all because someone actively chose to scran a bat and introduce the world to novel coronavirus.
Thanks for that.
Well, that’s if you choose to believe that bullshit anyway. The only certainty about this whole weird alternative world we’ve found ourselves in is that however it started it has fucked it for the rest of us. We have to wear masks. We wash our hands a hundred times a day. I use hand sanitizer like my life depends on it. There’s a daily death report on the 5 o’clock news each night that we’re all absolutely glued to watching, to the point that it has become a rote part of daily life. A ‘new normal’ in a weird new world that George Orwell wrote about back in 1948 with an almost frightening degree of accuracy. Big Brother was indeed watching, albeit it he donned a ridiculous hairstyle and struggled to string a sentence together most of the time. Now this all could have come about because of a dodgy bat from an illegal food market in Wuhan, but it could also have been because some bright spark decided to experiment with strains of deadly diseases in a ‘secret’ biological facility, and one of them managed to infect themselves and it got out. If it were to come out that China (Chyyyna, if you’re a thumb with hair that managed to get elected President) had been secretly testing on the SARS virus all along I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.
It’s 2020 after all…
The other certainty that’s become extremely apparent in all of this is that my stepsister, Tia, seems hell bent on making my life a living hell throughout lockdown…
Well at least it gives her something to do, I suppose.
Tia is fifteen. She has dark purple hair and she is in that ‘discovering herself’ phase. She is a couple of years younger than me and we’d never seen eye to eye at all. We don’t like each other. She’d come into mylifeyears before when my Dad married her Mum. He moved in to their house and I chose to live with Mum. I saw Dad on the weekends but rarely stayed. But, since the lockdown I have been uprooted because Mum is high-risk and is self-isolating, and so I came to live with Dad temporarily, which automatically puts me on the back foot. I’m stuck in a small three bedroom terraced house with the world’s strictest parents and a step-sister who hates me. This is her back yard. Naturally, a fifteen-year-old only child and a seventeen-year-old only child now forced to live together was never going to be easy. For the most part we ignore each other. Any argument I lose anyway so I find it best to stay out of the way. She screams even if she is at fault. Dad shouts at me irrespective just so that he can keep the peace with Julie. I’m a quick learner. Any fault is my fault in this place. We don’t get on so I keep to myself and stay out of her way… life is easier that way.
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IT’S MONDAY AND I’M up early even though there’s fuck all for me to do, but I don’t get to use the bathroom for nearly ninety minutes because Tia is in there doing some sort of ‘beauty regime’ which is code for God knows what, and whenever I even think about knocking on the door to see how long she’ll be I get screeched at. It’s a warm and sticky morning and I’m woken by the sun peeking in through my blinds as if to tell me that I’d slept too long and that I need to get up. After all, I have a busy day of doing not very much ahead of me! At this point I’d probably spend the next half an hour stroking my rock-hard teenage wood that was currently pitching a tent in my shorts but I’m bursting for the toilet so it kills the mood.
The news today is about the ongoing lockdown and if they’re going to extend it. Infection cases are still on the rise even though everyone is meant to be under a ‘stay at home’ order and the consensus from the administration was that a further extension was needed in order to get the R number down and decrease the rate of infection. I try and make sense of it but I get bored of the stats and endless commentary so I switch off.
I head to the bathroom door and try and listen to what Tia is doing in there, but it’s just a mass of phone noise and the occasional buzz from either a razor or an applicator or whatever else she’s up to. I’m busting to use the bathroom but telling her that would only make her slow down so I stay quiet and I just wait on the fringes until I can’t take it anymore. Part of me just wants to burst in there but it’s not worth the inevitable backlash.
Eventually she surfaces, and I hear the door unlocking from the inside so I spring to attention and race to the door before anyone else can “just nip in” and take up another chunk of time I don’t have. Tia opens it in a world of her own and is taken aback at my presence, jumping startled and a weird shrill sort of noise escapes her lips. She’s only in her underwear and for a minute I’m taken aback too and we’re just sort of eying each other up.
She’s wearing a cute little white number and I’m in awe at how she looks. Her hair is tied into a tight, slick ponytail that bobs at the back of her head so her face is fully on show, her eyes sparkle with something but it’s masked behind the shock and panic. She’s wearing a white-laced bralette from Oh Polly!, which leaves nothing to the imagination. Her abs are defined and on show and she’s got a slender, lithe physique and a really voluptuous, tidy body. She’s a hardbody allright. She’s wearing a silky white thong with lace at the sides and it clings to her frame. The thong is tight against her and I can see the outline of her labia through the material. Her legs are a golden brown from the fake tan regime she does, and they seem to go on forever.
Fuck knows what she has doing in there but I can imagine and right now I am doing.
Through the lace’s bralette I can see her puffy nipples and her areolas and I feel myself stirring a bit in my pants. My morning wood is very much back. I’m topless because I’ve just got up and not yet showered and I’m wearing some baggy sweats, which is good because looking at her makes me growin my pants.
She regains some sort of composure and stammers, and she catches me eying her up. Her eyes are unreadable but from her expression mine really are not. She can read me like a book.
“Why are you staring at me, perv?”
That brings it back down to reality and I snap out of this trace.
“Don’t flatter yourself you selfish cunt,” I spit out, even taking myself aback at the venom in my tongue, and she’s visibly surprised at my vicious reaction. “You’re not the only one who lives here.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re not even fit anyway,” I lie as she barges past me, covering herself a little too late and she slams her bedroom door behind her.
I go into the bathroom and close the door; a normal conversation to start the day.
“Fuck.”
It’s a warm morning anyway and now I’m sweating. I drop my pants and take a look at the erect cock that springs out. It’s just over seven inches, and pretty thick. It aches upon release and for a minute I just look at it trying to compose myself. She looked pretty fucking hot. I’m a little confused mentally because she’s my younger stepsister, but seeing her like that stirred things inside me. I was not expecting that. I try and compose myself and attempt to use the toilet but I fail miserably.
“Fuck,” I say again.
I play back what I’ve just seen and my cock swells to capacity. I’m sat on the toilet, thinking about my stepsister, nursing a throbbing hard on. It’s something I never thought would happen but here we are, we’re rolling with it. It’s intense being stuck within these four walls 24/7. No privacy. No escape. Gone are the days when I could go to the park and ogle at girls in their summer dresses and short skirts. My Dad is always walking into my room whenever he feels like it so trying to wank off in this environment is such a challenge that even when I do get the chance the moment is gone as there’s always that thing in the back of my mind telling me I’m going to get caught. People are always around. I’m seventeen. I need to release. And being stuck around the same three faces everyday is killing me. Tia and I never speak. I’ve never given her any consideration until now, but seeing her stood there in her underwear, the tightness of her body and the way her ass and cunt are packed into those panties... I find myself masturbating, my cock groaning out in appreciation at this uninterrupted ritual. I cum quickly and I cum hard. I have to stifle a groan because it comes so overwhelmingly I involuntarily start moaning out into the room.
Hormones are fully flowing now and I have no other means of release. Being stuck in the same confined space is difficult, and she may be a twat but she’s attractive and when Tia is walking around the house in just her panties things happen. It’s not like I have anyone else to stare at. Thinking about her tight little body gets me hard again. I play back seeing her labia through her thong. I think about what’s between those lips, if she’s clean-shaven or whether there’s a landing strip. I picture her pussy clean-shaven, wet and warm and then I’m playing with myself again. My hand strokes my shaft smoothly up and down, the tip of my head groaning to be inside of her. Jesus, I need to get out of this house. Suddenly needing the toilet is at the back of my mind as I stroke another one out thinking of my stepsister and her tight cunt. My groan is louder this time and I cum hard again.
The bathroom is next door to Tia’s bedroom and there’s a good chance she’s heard me but I don’t care. I finish and I jump in the shower to clean up. I try and think about what she was doing in here for so long but I can’t, my head is shot. I clean up and head back to my bedroom for a bit of privacy and to try and make some sort of sense of what had just happened.
Tia avoids me for the rest of the day but the image of her in the white lace stays with me for the foreseeable. I manage another quick wank in the afternoon thinking about her on my bed, legs spread and my tongue between her legs. I chalk it all down to being stuck in the same house as her for weeks on end, with nobody else to look at. Sure, I talk to mates and stuff but it’s not the same as physical face-to-face contact. I am safe in the knowledge that I won’t be the only one who has these sort of fantasies, and so long as I don’t go shouting about it from the rooftops then things will be fine.
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IT’S 2AM A FEW days later and I’m watching porn in my room when everyone is asleep. I groan out as I run my fingers up and down my thick shaft and I’m mid tug when I’m disturbed by a creak outside my bedroom door. My pants are down by my ankles, cock being firmly tugged away whilst on the screen of my laptop a young girl is being given a perfunctory railing. I stop wanking and listen as the floorboard outside my room creaks again.
Someone was listening.
“Shit,” I stammer.
On the laptop the girl moans out loudly as she orgasms.
I stop, flustered, and scramble for the pause button. By the time I have managed to get my still erect cock shoved back into my shorts and reach the door, pitching a tent between my legs, whoever was outside has gone. I fling my door open fully, just in time to see the tail end of a door closing at the other side of the corridor.
I feel my face glowing with embarrassment.
“Fuck,” I say to myself. It was Tia. I approach her room but it’s silent inside and I retreat, face still glowing red. My room isn’t the most private. It’s the spare room and between the door and the doorframe is a big enough gap to see through. If she was stood outside looking in she definitely saw me playing with myself. This is just more ammunition for her, I think to myself as I close my door. I’m suddenly limp and I shut off the porn on my laptop and take out my phone.
I start having a browse on the social media sites to take my mind off what has just happened. I’m watching some stories on Instagram, and seeing what boring shit people are posting at this sort of time. I don’t follow Tia, but I follow a few girls that do and one of them has shared her latest post and there’s a link telling people to go follow her. I have to do a double take when I see it. She’s in the same white laced set from the other day, on her knees with her legs open and she’s pouting into the camera. There’s a link at the bottom that one of her friends has included along with the comment ‘follow here’ and I click it. It takes me to another profile, a modeling one, according to the bio and I stare at it in awe.
You’ve got to be shitting me, I think as I stare at it.
She must be one of those wannabe Instagram influencers or something. The profile is littered with bikini and underwear shots and the sight of her in some of those outfits is enough to get me hard again. Now I know why she takes so long when she’s in the bathroom. I have flashbacks to that morning I saw Tia coming out in her white lace and I start to stroke my memories again as stare at the pictures on the screen in front of me. I find one of her just stood in a towel barely covering her. She’s laid on the bathroom floor with it just about covering her nipples and her sex, and everything else is on show. I find another of her in some almost transparent Lounge underwear and I start pumping faster and harder. I’m groaning out into the room. My hand still clutches my phone and I accidentally like the photo I’m looking at.
Shit!
I carry on anyway because I’m close to reaching an orgasm and I start pumping faster and groaning harder when I hear the creaking coming from outside my room again. I throw my phone down, put my cock back in my shorts and race for the door. I open it and clearly catch Tia off guard as she takes a sharp intake of breath and jumps a step back. She’s in a pair of short bed shorts and a strappy vest and she’s without makeup. She looks kinda cute stood there, cast between the glows of her bedroom light and mine but I’d never tell her that.
“Shit,” she mumbles.
“Can I help you?” I ask matching her step out into the landing. She’s silent so I preempt her answer and say “what do you want, Tia?”
“Why are you stalking my Instagram?” she spits out.
“Why are you stalking me?” I retort. “Like what you see, huh?” I add with a smirk.
She looks flustered.
“Shut up,” is all she has to offer.
“Enjoying watching me, yeah?”
“Perv,” she throws back at me.
“Oh pick a new one, Tia,” I hiss. “Have you got no other lines or is that just your go to, huh? You’re the one spying on me.”
“Wanking over your stepsister, yeah? That’ll go down well won’t it?”
“In your dreams, Tia, but watching me wanking … twice. Who’s the real perv here? Besides, I’m sure you modeling account will go down a treat when your Mum sees what’s on there.”
“Oh fuck you,” Tia hisses and starts to walk off.
“What’s your fucking problem, Tia, huh? What’ve I ever done to you? You’re such an uptight bitch. You think you’re all this don’t you? You’re not fucking special,” I say, following her into the landing. “You’re just a silly little girl with a big fucking head, way too much self importance and far too much vanity. What? You think you’re better than anyone else because you get your tits out on Instagam for a few thousand followers? Get a grip.”
“You don’t know a fucking thing about me,” she spits. She turns to me, makes up the distance between us and then hits me hard across the face. There’s some force in her slap, which is more of a punch by the end as I’m knocked off balance, and my cheek stings painfully from her hand afterwards. She says nothing and she just stands there glaring at me disdainfully. I can’t tell if she’s on the verge of tears or not.
“Bitch,” I spit, and then with both hands as an almost involuntary reaction I push her back against the wall. It’s not far or hard and I cover the distance she moves angrily although I don’t know what I’d do were it to come to anything. I’d never hit a girl. Tia is really testing me though. She groans as she goes into it and for a moment we just stare at each other, barely any ground between us. All you can hear against the silence of the early hours is our increased breathing and the motors in our heads turning. I’m not entirely sure what happens next but suddenly Tia has grabbed me and we’re kissing. She’s up against the wall, and I’m pressed tightly against her, her hand clamped around my head, nails in my hair and my hands firmly against her waist, searing her skin with my touch. For a moment the only sound is of our kissing, sloppy and frantic, tongues wresting with each other. She starts to push me off and I push her back, and she moans out into my mouth as she’s stuck against the wall, our mouths still locked as if her lips were the air I needed to survive. My hands are against her side, teasing with the waistband of her shorts. We break off after another minute of kissing and I look at her partly stunned. She stares back, with unreadable eyes masking her true intentions. I try and play it back.
“What the fuck…” I go to say.
“Shut up,” she says, breathlessly, and she grabs me again and pulls me back in.
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MY COCK HAS SWELLED to capacity and I don’t think either of us is thinking rationally as we make out in the hallway of our terraced house. Her hands claw at the back of my head, mine are scratching at her side. Her nails against my scalp turn me on immeasurably. Her mouth is warm and inviting, and I can taste the sweetness of the cherry lip balm on her soft, small lips. Her tongue energetically plays with mine as my hands move to her tight little ass, cupping her cheek and feeling the firmness of her buttock against my hand. She responds well, drawing me into her.
We need to get off the corridor so we fall back into my bedroom. She pushes me back onto my bed and then she’s on top of me, straddling me so that our groins are touching, and she grinds against my shaft as we resume kissing. The only things separating our naked groins are the thin bed shorts she has on and the boxers I’m wearing. My cock throbs against the warmness of her loins. I have a burning lust for her that I can’t explain or control. It’s been well over a hundred days since I last had sex, and I can’t speak for Tia but I’m guessing it’s similar, and right now the beast within me is taking firm control of the situation.
I flip her over and a squeak leaves her lips as I move on top of her. She’s on her back, eyes looking at me with part lust part innocence as she loses control. I waste no time. Her top has ridden up a bit exposing her navel so I start moving down her body, planting precise kisses on her chest and side. My hands find the sides of her shorts and I start to pull them down. She lets me. Tia arches her back to give me ease of access and I slip the pink cotton shorts from her body. I can smell the musk of her cunt as soon as I remove the fabric. She’s clean-shaven, her lips are open and I see the film coating of moisture coming from them, and then between that the inner entrance to her desire. The smell of her cunt fills my nostrils, sour and sweet all at once, like nectar to a bee. I run my tongue between her lips and she shudders and moans out and her hands scrape my hair. She has that gentle, bitter taste that I can’t seem to get enough of and as it touches my lips I become addicted. I spread her legs further apart, hands squeezing at her thighs and nails scratching at her skin as my tongue probes her cunt. I suckle at her clit, which has swollen in the moment, and I flick it with my tongue causing squeaks of pleasure to elicit from Tia’s parted lips. I caress the form of her vagina with my fingers, tracing her lips up to her clit and then down to her entrance. My hard-on is throbbing with urgency but I had to concentrate on this first.
Tia’s eyes are pressed shut and she claws at the bed and at herself as I eat her out. I put one of my hands on her stomach to steady her and she breathes deep. I part her thighs more apart and I flick my tongue up and down the lips of her sex, savouring the flavour of her desire. I take her clit between my lips and suck on it, and Tia arches her back, pulls at my hair and convulses hard. Her gentle moans fill the room. I stop teasing her lips with my finger and I slip it inside her. She groans out and sucks in air through her clenched teeth. She’s tight, and I start pumping my finger inside of her, adding a second and moving in and out, deeper and faster. She responds with increased breath, and her walls start clenching against me. She’s so wet I easily slide into her now, thrusting and pulling with ease, sucking at her clitoris even harder until she climaxes hard, her walls contracting and squeezing my fingers against her. Her hands come behind my head, pressing me into her, and her back arches. She’s shaking, my tongue still flicking and suckling her clit and my fingers still working into her. She bounces and writhes but I held her down with the hand on her stomach, fingering her ever faster with the other.
I give her no time to compose herself. As she rides the wave of her orgasm I remove myself from my boxers and pull off my top, my cock aching with longing, throbbing with an unknown urgency. I take the tip of my cock and move it between her lips, coating myself with her expressed juices before entering her. Tia arches herself as my thick cock slips inside her, offering no resistance to my intrusion. She’s tight but that only adds to the pleasure as my tip passes her entrance and slips deep into her. I remove myself after a couple of inches and then slam myself fully into her. She cries out and then clasps a hand over her mouth so as not to wake our parents. With a free hand I grab her side, and then I fuck her. I can feel my orgasm building almost immediately but I try and put it off as long as I can. I slam into her, and she arches her back to let me in deeper, wrapping her legs around my back. I’m taken aback by her energy and urgency. She pulls me into her, her tongue in my mouth and her nails clawing at my back like a wild animal. The room is filled with the sound of my balls slapping against her ass and she cries out into my mouth. She’s rough and aggressive, her teeth biting my lip and drawing blood, her nails carving into my back. I break myself from her lock, force her down with one hand and pound into her. She’s moaning from her throat now, an almost deep gargle as she’s railed by her stepbrother. And then it hits me all at once, the orgasm I’ve been suppressing. It starts as a tingle in what feels like my toes and then like a champagne cork being ejected from the bottle I’m releasing inside of her. Without warning I’m blasting ropes of pent up semen into her tight little cunt. I keep her held down, even as she writhes under me. Four, five, maybe six strong blasts erupt from my member into her, and she’s convulsing too, I’m not sure if from orgasm or from this sudden blast of liquid firing into her, but I fall onto her and her hand comes around my head and she holds me against her. I can taste the saltiness of sweat on her neck. Her breathing is harsh and irregular. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest.
I fall asleep quickly, not a single word spoken between us throughout the entire activity. I wake up around six and Tia is gone. I almost think it a dream until I find her pink shorts at the bottom of my bed. I bring them to my nose, and I smell the scent of her cunt on the inside. I can still taste her on my lips. I’m not awake long, and I sleep again until mid morning.
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IT’S 10 O’CLOCK AND I drag myself out of bed and head across to the bathroom for a shower. I run my hands through my hair, still processing the events of earlier that morning. Thinking about it makes my cock stir. I hear my Dad and Step-Mum downstairs talking but I don’t pay attention to what they’re saying. I’m still in that period between being awake and aware and as I go to close the door Tia interrupts me, pushes me back into the bathroom and closes the door behind us.
She locks it.
I go to speak but she covers my mouth with one hand, and reaches for my cock with another. She shakes her head and says, “Shhhh. don’t speak.”
She’s in a thin silk dressing gown, which is loosely tied, and she’s got nothing on underneath. She removes her hand and then pulls her hair into a high ponytail, securing it with a bobble on her wrist. She drops to her knees without another word and pulls down my boxers. I’m already hard at the thought of last night playing back in my head, and she responds by taking me in her hand. She teases me with her hand for a beat, slowly moving it to the base of my shaft and then up to the tip, teasing the head with her fingers. As I groan out she takes me in her mouth, flicking my helmet with her tongue before taking all of me. I’m surprised at how well she copes, taking all of my eight inches inside her. I reach the back of her throat but she doesn’t gag and something tells me this isn’t her first rodeo.
“Fuck,” I explain into the room. My hands find the back of her head and I pull her further onto me. I hear the sloppy noise of my inside her, and then she withdraws, a string of saliva connecting my tip to her lips. She takes breath and then goes to work, her hand pumping mu shaft as her lips tease my head. She’s bobbing up and down, slurping my length and then I feel my orgasm building up. I warm her and she responds by going faster, pumping me harder until I groan out into the bathroom. My hand on the back of her head pulls her onto me as I cum in her mouth. She’s good at this, and she swallows my load with ease. Her hand still pumps, and my body starts shuddering, triggering a second mini orgasm that cripples me. My legs ache and shake. She withdraws me from her mouth and I fall back onto the toilet seat.
“What… the fuck,” I say.
She’s still on her knees, watching me from the middle of the bathroom.
“What?” she shrugs. “You were too eager last night. You didn’t let me have my fun.”
A laugh escapes my lips. “Hah.” Then. “I’ve heard about double orgasms but I’ve never had one before.”
A mischievous smile forms on the corner of her lips.
“So how about we get you cleaned up?” she says, stripping from her dressing gown.
Ten minutes later I’m inside her, her hands up against the glass side of the shower, my balls slapping against her ass and her moans masked by the noise of the water falling from the shower head.
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QUARANTINE IS TOUGH. THE house is cramped. It’s not the biggest, just a normal sized terraced house on a working class street so we’re constantly getting under each other’s toes and tempers flare easier than normal. I haven’t seen Tia since that morning in the bathroom and I’m wondering how long this grace period will last with her. We haven’t properly spoken since we started shagging; we’ve just let the aggressive nature of the act do that for us. It’s mid afternoon and I’m walking upstairs thinking about it when Tia appears at the top, grabs me and pulls me into her bedroom. We’re kissing as soon as the door is closed and I push her up against it.
“I want you inside me,” she moans and I’m not going to argue. I’ve been in a perpetual state of hardness since last night so I’m going to take advantage of this as much as possible. We transfer to the bed and shed our clothes. Tia is in a black-laced bodysuit and she’s already wet. She gets onto her hands and knees and turns away from me, thrusting her butt up at me and wiggling it around in my face. She rolls over and pushes me away with her feet. I start jerking my cock, keeping myself hard as I masturbate myself to the hardbody on the bed. The bodysuit has a clasp between her legs and she lifts her legs high into the air, spreads them, and unclasps the lace. The fabric parts and I see her parted lips, glistening with moisture. She sheds it slowly, keeping me at bay and then once naked, she’s lying back on the bedding and inviting me in. Julie and Dad are in their bedroom across the hallway, Dad is decorating and Julie is putting some clothes away. They are oblivious to the fact their kids are naked in Tia’s bedroom and about to fuck.
Tia’s legs – well worked out and muscular – are spread and I’m on my knees going down on her whilst playing with myself. In the time I’ve been eating her pussy out she’s already come once and she’s on the verge of a second, and her cunt is tight and warm and wet for me. She’s moaning out into the room, trying not to be too loud in case our parents hear, and I keep her legs spread open, fingering her with one hand and maintaining my hard on with the other. Tia convulses and writhes against the bedding and I hear her say “I want you to fuck me now.” She pulls her legs back as I straighten up, spreading her vagina, fingering herself and making me suck her fingers, her nails with their purple varnish are coated with the juices from her cunt and they glisten in the late afternoon light that comes through the window. She rubs it over my lips and she has that addictive bitter taste that I can’t get enough.
I move her to the edge of the bed and then slide my dick gracefully into her, kissing her mouth hard and thrusting into her with long, slow strokes. She tastes herself in my mouth. My hips work into her on their own, stuck on autopilot moving on their own desirous momentum. I feel my own orgasm triggering so I pull out and tell Tia to bend over. She’s done this before because she turns onto all fours, dripping for me. Her back is arched, breasts flat to the bed and her butt raised towards me. I jerk my dick at the sight in front of me and then I put my tip at her hole and slip back in. I start to groan out and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself groaning fully into the room. Her luscious pink butthole looks back at me, ripe and tight and virgin. “Not today,” she says as if reading my mind and I push the vision to the back of my mind. I place my hands on her hips and then start fucking her hard, with long, fast strokes. My balls slap against her and she screams out into the bedding as I rail her tight, wet cunt. I take a handful of her purple hair and wrap it around my hands and then I pull it tight, her head arching up as I fuck into her. She’s red in the face as she contains her screams of pleasure and I leave it until the very last minute before letting go and she moans and cries out into a pillow, biting at the bedding as she comes all over my dick, which is fucking her deep from behind. I’m ready to cum when she moves herself so I fall out of her and it takes all of my will power to not blast ropes of cum all over her bed. She manages to get herself up and she pushes me onto the bed. I’m on my back when she straddles me, impaling herself on my cock and riding me to a tsunami of orgasm. My hands grab at her perky little tits, feeling her hard nipples as I thrust up into her. She tenses her muscles and milks every last drop of cum from inside my balls. I shudder, cry out, swear, and claw at her tits as I ride this powerful wave. She slows down, still riding my cock and then once it is settled and my breathing is more stable, she climbs off me, my cock plopping out of her along with ropes of my semen. It trickles down her leg and onto her bedding.
She grabs a fistful of tissues from the box at the side of her bed, puts them between her legs and then she comes and lays down next to me. We don’t speak for a good five minutes. I look up at the patterns on her roof. My mouth is dry and I want a drink.
It’s Tia who breaks the silence eventually.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she says eventually. “I enjoyed it the first time so I came back for more. It doesn’t mean anything and it doesn’t need to. We both know what this is and what we both want. There are extenuating circumstances and we don’t need to talk about it. No heart to heart. No declaration of love. No “I thought you hated me” bullshit. No debrief.”
I don’t look at her; instead I look at the roof and just process what she’s saying. I almost have to pinch myself so that I know I’m not dreaming. She’s rote, clinical and to the point. This is a business deal I can get behind. She continues. “Your Dad is fucking my Mum. That’s it. We’re not blood relatives. We’re just two horny teenagers who like fucking and who happen to be stuck living together for God knows how long. Yeah?”
I couldn’t have put it better myself. “Yeah,” I say. “Absolutely. We help each other out and there’s nothing else to it. Mutually beneficial. Nobody’s getting hurt and we’re both satisfying a need.”
“Exactly. And I don’t know about you but I quite enjoy it. It’s a natural instinct, it’s what we’re designed to do. End of. We don’t need to ever talk about it again once this is over and done with. As far as I’m concerned we’re not blood relatives, barely even related, so we’re just an emergency fuck.”
She looks at me and I look back, and laugh. “You’re full of surprises.”
“So are you. Very…pleasant surprises. And who knows, after this, maybe we’ll stay as an emergency fuck.”
I look around her room. There’s clothes strewn everywhere, makeup pallets and nail varnishes and perfumes litter her dressing table. Posters and pictures cover her walls. Friends, family, what I think might be a boyfriend. I glance over at it and she shrugs. “Facetime doesn’t cut it and he definitely doesn’t fuck like that.”
I laugh.
“Let me ask you something,” she says. “Do you really think that’s all I’m about? Getting my tits out on Instagram?”
I look at her. “I mean, they’re very nice tits.”
She laughs. “Hey I do Tiktoks too!”
“Fucking Tiktok,” I laugh back. “Jeez.”
She looks at me for an answer. “No,” I say. “I don’t really know anything about you, you’re right. And you don’t really know anything about me.”
“We know the other can fuck,” she shrugs. “That’s all we need to know for now.”
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WE’RE ALL DOWNSTAIRS WATCHING the news by 5 P.M. The Prime Minister is making a ‘big announcement’ that the country is on tenterhooks for. The usual commentary team are on spouting their usual nonsense bullshit and thankfully they’re cut off mid way through by the broadcaster announcing the arrow rival of the PM. The shot cuts to a mop with hair approaching the lectern in some big Downing Street briefing room and he begins his speech. It’s facts and stats and figures that don’t really make sense and then it’s done. “So I am once again asking you to stay home,” he says, “so we can protect the NHS and save lives.”
Lockdown extended. Another twelve weeks of being stuck in this three bedroom terraced house. We collectively sigh.
“I’m going upstairs,” I say directly the speech finishes.
Tia looks over at me licentiously. Her unreadable eyes flash salaciously.
“Me too.”
-End- |
Title: 101 reasons fingers are better
Tags: Sex Joke
Content:
You don't have to smile at them afterwards
You don't have to get out of bed to fetch them
They don't get tired before you do...
You always know where your fingers have been
For variety, you have ten to choose from
They are also useful *out* of bed
You can stop if you want to
Your fingers don't want to meet your family
Your fingers don't get jealous
Your fingers don't smell
Your fingers won't just fall asleep afterwards
Your fingers don't want you to meet *their* family
You don't get jealous of your fingers
Your fingers don't mind if you fall asleep afterwards
Your fingers won't let you down (Snowwhite)
Your fingers don't want to watch a football match instead
Your mother won't critisize your fingers
You can't get pregnant from your fingers
Your fingers don't need batteries
People aren't surprised to find you have them
Fingers don't need adaptors to covert American plugs to English ones (I've heard this can be a problem.)
They don't shrink afterwards (Snowwhite)
You always have them with you
You can chew on them when you are nervous (Snowwhite)
You can use more than 1 at a time
They are agile
They'll never leave you (Snowwhite)
You don't have to make your fingers coffee in the morning (Gideon)
You can also use them to clean the wax out of your ears (Gideon)
They want to when you want to
They don't take up half the bed at night
They are easy to clean
If the ones you are using get tired, you can switch to some of the others
They don't demand acrobatics in bed
They don't want to try out stuff they heard from friends
You can use them to try out stuff *you* heard from friends without worrying about it going horribly wrong
They don't look worried when *you* want acrobatics in bed
Your fingers don't give you bite-marks (Addition: unless you *like* bite-marks)
You can share them with a friend
Fingers don't cheat on you
Fingers don't have hidden wifes/girlfriends/husbands/boyfriends/children
Your fingers don't yelp when you give them bite marks
For variety you can paint them any colour you want?
It's not suspicious if you take them to the toilet with you
Since they come on 2 hands, you can use them on 2 places at the same time
They write your e-mail for you
You can use them for netsex when company is required
They're compatible with a wide range of leather goods and electrical appliances
No one ever fell in love with their fingers
They'll change the video channel for you
You can use them to write down your fantasy and share it with people
They won't ask: Am I the first?
You can type with them (although I'd rather like to see a man... *whistle*)
They won't be disgusted when you have your period
They don't snore, fart, burp or have smelly breath
They don't want you to swallow
They don't whistle after other, better-looking women or men
They don't care if your hair is a mess
You don't have to tell them how you'd like it
They don't brag how great they are
They don't cost you time, money or patience
They don't want to know where you were last eveing
Your friends don't criticise them
Their friends don't criticise you (fingers don't *have* friends)
Afterwards, they won't ask: 'Did you come?' (Eva T.)
They don't leave you to sleep in the wet spot (Eleni)
They don't mind if you scream 'oh yes, *METHOS*!!'
They're useful for scooping up nutella, chocolate, lube (take your pick) and smearing it in the appropriate places... (Claire)
Fingers don't ask who you are fantasizing about (Cher)
They don't have STDs (Mona)
Fingers are more sensitive to what you are feeling (LP)
Unlike zucchinis, you don't have to bring them to room temperature (tyree)
You won't be crushed underneath them in bed (Che & Wes)
They come in varing sizes - thumb to pinkie, or any combination thereof, it's up to you (Che & Wes)
There're extremely gentlemanly - they'll open doors for you, pull your chair out, and even cook you dinner! (Che & Wes)
They won't finish just before you reach orgasm (Eva T.)
You don't have to worry wether or not they wont come back after a goodnight |
Title: 101 Uses For Vaseline
Tags: Sex Joke
Content:
A woman answers the door to a market researcher. "Good morning madam, I'm doing some research for Vaseline. Do you use it at all in your household?"
"Oh yes, all the time. It's very good for cuts, grazes and burns."
"Do you use it for anything else?"
"Like what?"
"Ahem.. err.. well.. during.. ahem.. sex."
"Oh, of course. Yes, I smear it on the bedroom doorknob to keep my husband out!" |
Title: 10Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Ten: House-Elf Spanking Inferno
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Ten Summary: Things get revealed in the bathroom... well more revealed than they already are that is.
"Oh, bugger," repeated Harry.
A small House-Elf partially hidden behind the wall of other House-Elves was able to pop his or her head through a tiny opening and gazed in awe at Harry and Hermione's naked forms. "Look at that! It be wonderful!" the little House-Elf heralded.
"We need to get out of here," Harry murmured on the verge of panicking, his face still hovering over Hermione's naked flower.
"Harry, let's get out of here right now!" Hermione blurted out as she scampered out from under Harry to seek cover behind him.
With as much dignity as he could muster, Harry covered his bits with his hands while slowly standing up. He could feel Hermione rise with him. He thought that she had lucked out since she got to use Harry's whole body as a shield from the prying eyes of dozens of House-Elves, whereas he was only able to use his hands to shield himself. But then again, he decided that he would willingly protect Hermione whenever she needed it. Even if only to block the prying eyes in this case.
Scanning the living wall of House-Elves that blocked their exit, Harry turned his head to face Hermione - who was looking nervously over his shoulder - and informed her, "I don't see a way out."
"Is there a way out Harry?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Why are you repeating everything I say?" hissed Harry who was reaching his wit's end.
"Harry, I really wish you would stop speaking in Parsletongue," snapped Hermione. Apparently when Harry had "hissed" his question, he was literally hissing. "There's no chance of you getting to go down on me anytime soon, so could you please speak English now."
Closing his eyes, Harry focused on speaking English, which was a little difficult seeing that he was thinking he was speaking it already. He cautiously asked, "Can you understand me now?"
"Yes," Hermione whimpered. "Do you see a way out?"
"Um... no," he replied weakly.
"How about a towel? Do you see any towels so we can cover ourselves?" she pleaded.
The only towel Harry saw was the small hand-sized one he had just used to lather Hermione's boobs. Harry's mind drifted back to the very recent, and pleasurable, memory of him rubbing Hermione's titties with that same towel. Of course, he had quickly abandoned the towel in favor of his tongue.
This temporary moment of reflection had an unfortunate side-effect; it got a rise out of 'Harry, Jr.'. Harry could feel his appendage begin to stir in his hands. Even though he had just climaxed, Harry knew that in a matter of seconds, 'Harry, Jr.' was going to poke its head out of his hands and have a look around with its one good eye. 'Damn my teenage virility!' Harry cursed internally.
"Step aside," a voice that sounded incredibly old ordered from behind the wall of House-Elves. The wall quickly split in half and parted to reveal an amazingly old House-Elf (so old that he made Kreacher look like a baby). This elderly House-Elf was dressed in a very distinguished and regal manner - of course being a House-Elf, his clothes were made up entirely of rags. But Harry could tell that they were rags of a regal manner. "Dobby, be comin' forth," the old House-Elf wheezed.
Dobby appeared out of the mass of other House-Elves and walked toward the regal looking ancient elf.
"Is yous certain?" the old elf asked.
"Oh, yes, Dobby is very certains, Fetch, sir," announced Dobby.
"Brings the Book," Fetch, the old elf commanded, after eyeing Harry and Hermione suspiciously. Harry could tell by the reverence in which Fetch said "Book" that it was so important that the word deserved to be capitalized.
Six House-Elves marched into the bathroom carrying a very large and very old looking book. The book was at least four feet long, two feet wide, and three and a half feet thick. Hermione pressed herself into Harry's back in an attempt to get a better look at the gigantic book, which for Harry meant trouble. Unknowingly, Hermione's attempt to see the book more closely just caused her to push her lovely mounds into Harry's back. This added to the fact that he was getting aroused at the memory of washing her breasts caused 'Harry, Jr.' to become more excited. It was bad enough that every single House-Elf saw him starkers, the last thing Harry wanted was for them to see was his manhood fully erect. He desperately tried to think of disturbing and even disgusting things in order to quell his rising arousal.
The first image that Harry tried to focus on was Ginny; he could always count on the mere thought of that girl to quell an erection. In fact, he gave her a nick-name while he was standing in the bathroom in front of the House-Elves; "Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer."
Harry tried to focus his mind on the recent, and still disturbing, memory of a topless Ginny sitting on his bed. But he found it difficult to recall the image of Ginny with her modest-sized breasts exposed. The difficulty was mostly due to the fact that Hermione was pressing her naked boobs in his back; the only thing Harry could see in his mind's eye was the even more recent, and so much more enjoyable, memory of him licking 'Carmella' and 'Natasha' clean. This memory, of course, had the opposite effect as far as the helping of quelling his erection went.
The six elves placed the massive book on the floor in front of Fetch (who had almost disappeared behind the large tome) and with a snap of his fingers, the book magically opened to a segment halfway through the pages. Hermione let out a soft moan as she saw that the tome was filled with words, sentences, paragraphs, and whole chapters that she hadn't read yet. Unfortunately for Harry (yet again) the soft moan that Hermione had let out was fairly erotic and the sound of his girlfriend moaning in his ear chased away any remaining desire he had on focusing on any disturbing, or even disgusting, things to aid in stopping encroaching embarrassment. 'Harry, Jr.' was poking against his fingers as if the organ was asking if it was allowed to come out and play.
"And now Fetch be reading from the Book of Elfish Prophesy: the Word of Bonky, chapter five, verse one hundred and twelve: /'And lo thine brethren shall be in chains for years upon years upon years!'" /Fetch read aloud from the book.
Hermione made a sound akin to purring in Harry's ear. There was a book, one that she hadn't read, or even heard of, sitting right on the floor in front of her, teasing her! Hermione's unintentional purring noise had an affect on our poor hero. 'Harry, Jr.' was no longer poking against Harry's fingers; the organ was beating on them in hopes of bashing through the barricade.
"Hermione, please be quiet," Harry pleaded in a whisper, as beads of sweat appeared on his brow. It was rather hard... err sorry about that... work trying to prevent an erection.
"'And suffer ye shall,'" Fetch continued to read, oblivious to Harry's plight and Hermione's apparent excitement. "'Ye children and ye children's children and ye children's children's children will live through bondage until She arrives. And delivers us into the glorious light of Freedom!'"
/Then Harry felt the one thing that could cause him to lose the battle in stopping a very happy /'Harry, Jr.' from saying "Hiya!" to every House-Elf in the room. Harry always knew that Hermione loved books, but he never realized until now how just much she really /loved /them. That thing that nearly made Harry lose his battle was '/Natasha/' and '/Carmella/' becoming erect and stiffly poking him in the back. Sweat now dripped of the tip of Harry's nose as he struggled to contain his growing... err sorry again... arousal.
"'... And ye shall know Her, for She has a bald feline and can make the One of the Mark stand with just a word...'"
/ /Hermione apparently lost all of her composure, because she gently placed her hand on Harry and was about to ask him to move out of the way so she could get a better look at the book. Unfortunately, Hermione had to decided to place her hands on his bare bottom and breathe seductively in his ear; "Harry..."
BOING
Whether or not 'Harry, Jr.' literally made the "/boing/" noise when the organ had escaped from his hands was irrelevant to Harry. All that mattered was that his oldest and most constant toy was now giving every House-Elf in the castle the "happy eye". If 'Harry, Jr.' had a voice, Harry imagined that it would be shouting to the assembled House-Elves, "You lot, bugger off! Me and the lady are gonna wrestle."
The reaction Harry received from the House-Elves when they witnessed his fully aroused state was very different from what he had expected. He thought that they would react in fear perhaps, maybe scream at the wizard with the hard-on, or make a mad dash away from the perverted human screaming, "He's pointing it at us!" Harry even thought that some of them would snigger and point at his manhood as they compared it to others they had seen, much as Kreacher and Dobby had. Maybe one of them would bemoan the fact that they would have to "finish off the mistress" much like Dobby used to, but this time due to Harry's inadequacies.
Instead of laughing or running away in fear, the House-Elves did the most curious thing: they bowed. Every single one of them bowed in Harry's direction the moment 'Harry, Jr.' had appeared to them.
"All Hail the Great One!" they praised with heads on the floor as if in prayer.
Hermione looked over Harry's shoulder and down at the very jubilant 'Harry, Jr.' and said, "I rather like it, but I wouldn't go as far as 'the Great One!'"
"Hey!" Harry said dejectedly.
"We's is free!" one of the larger House-Elves shouted as he jumped up and rushed at Harry. The elf held his arms out to hug Harry as he rushed forward. In his mind, Harry did a quick comparison. Judging by the height of the House-Elf, his head was going to be at 'Harry, Jr.'s level when he hugged him. Rather than have a House-Elf place his head against his naked, and still fully aroused, bits, Harry - being the brave Gryffindor he was - jumped out of the way. Which, unfortunately, left Hermione to deal with the overzealous elf.
Undeterred by Harry's ingenious plan of "jumping out of the way" the elf threw his arms around Hermione's midsection (luckily, Hermione was shorter than Harry so the elf's head was around her bellybutton). "Oh Great One, yous has finally arrived."
"Take yous hands off of the Great One, Stubby," demanded Fetch. "Shows our Savior some respect!"
"Stubby sorry, oh Great One," the elf said as he let go of Hermione. When the elf, Stubby, backed away from Hermione, she was in too much shock to cover herself back up. Upon seeing her shaved crotch, all the House-Elves murmured, "The Bald Feline!"
"The what?" Hermione demanded.
"Forgives us, oh Great One," Fetch replied to Hermione.
"Wait... she's the Great One?" asked Harry, whose jump left him sitting on the ground with a still very awake 'Harry, Jr.' pointing at the ceiling. He was more than a touched surprised by this revelation. He had expected that he was the Great One; he figured since he had so many titles already, one more wouldn't hurt.
"The Prophesy states that ours Savior would be having a 'Bald Feline,'" Fetch continued and gestured reverently to her groin.
"What?" both Harry and Hermione shouted.
"It is obvious that yous is the Great One," explained Fetch. "You haves the Bald Feline."
Harry and Hermione alternated between looking at her shaved groin and Fetch several times before Harry said aloud, "Oh I get it now. Feline... cat... hee-hee!"
"It's purely for hygiene!" Hermione defended.
"This coming from the girl who just said /'my hair isn't the only thing kinky about me'/," retorted Harry from the ground, while still chuckling.
"I'm getting a lecture about perversion from the bloke with a hard-on surrounded by House-Elves." Hermione shot back.
"Please, oh Great One, do not be angry at's the One of the Mark," Fetch humbly interrupted. "If the One of the Mark had not be standing at yours word, we woulds not have been sure if yous was indeed the Great One."
"Huh? What was the middle part?" asked Harry.
"He said if you didn't get a hard-on when I said your name, he wouldn't have been sure about me being 'the Great One' simply for having a bald pussy!"
"'Bald Feline,'" corrected Harry.
"Be quiet 'One of the Mark'," Hermione chastised.
"Oh, so that's my new title."
"Please, Fetch, I think you've got the wrong witch," Hermione said, ignoring Harry. "I don't think that I'm your savior."
"What about SPEW?" inquired Harry.
"Shut it, Harry," Hermione seethed. "What makes you sure I'm the one?"
"Here, oh Great One, sees for yourself," Fetch said and gestured to the book. The six elves that had brought the book in held it up so that Hermione could read it. Still very naked, Hermione began to skim through the pages of the book. As Hermione continued to read the book, Harry tried to busy himself.
"Hi, I'm Harry," he greeted a female elf next to him.
The female elf looked down at Harry's crotch and commented, "Naw, yous is not too bad. But it wouldn't hurt if yous were to trims it every once in a while."
"Twidy believe it being called 'man-scaping'," another elf, apparently named Twidy, offered.
"How can you be sure that I am this prophesized savior?" asked Hermione the elderly House Elf, as she turned the page in the enormous book. "This book appears to be centuries old. I have to assume that your kind has come across a woman who was shaved prior to me."
"In the Book of Dumko, it clearly states in chapter forty-eight, verse one: '... and the Great One shall stand before you with her bald feline proudly...' much like yous is doing now, oh Great One."
Hermione must have forgotten that she was naked because she blushed a bright red and tried to cover her various bits with her arms and hands. Harry noted that he himself had seemed to have lost all sense of humility. Which wasn't surprising seeing that in the last few days McGonagall had seen him naked and aroused, Ginny had stripped him naked and molested him, Ron saw him naked and sprawled out on the floor, and Tonks had gotten her own special show. Added to all of that, now every single House-Elf had watched as 'Harry, Jr.' popped out of his hands. Harry reckoned that any sense of embarrassment of public nudity had been burned out of him. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry leaned back and let 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage bask in the open air. Mind you, 'Harry, Jr.' was still up and raring for another round of playtime with Hermione.
"Beholds!" Fetch called out as he gestured to Harry's aroused state. "From the Book of Dumko, chapter forty-eight, verse two: /'... the Great One's companion, the One of the Mark, shall greet thy and thine brethren with both heads held high!'/"
Hermione's skin burned even brighter upon noticing Harry still erect organ. Harry felt a strong sense of masculine pride as the House-Elves' eyes shined brightly as they looked at 'Harry, Jr.'
Still blushing furiously, Hermione turned to a small female House-Elf who was trembling in the presence of "the Great One and Her Companion". As politely as she could, Hermione asked the nervous House-Elf, "Would you mind fetching me a towel or something to wear?"
Every House-Elf gasped as they tore their eyes away from Harry to stare at Hermione once more.
"Halleluiah!" several House-Elves rejoiced in unison.
"Agains from the Book of Dumko, chapter forty-eight, verse three:" began Fetch while tears of joy streamed down his face. "/'... the Great One shall be humble before the most humble in thine midst..."/
/Fetch snapped his aged fingers again and Hermione was draped in the most beautiful robe Harry had ever seen. It was made out of the finest silk and lace and had thin strands of gold spun into it. Of course the silk was so thin and light that Harry could easily see /'Carmella' and 'Natasha' along with the 'Bald Feline'. Hermione couldn't help but to beam as she inspected her new robes. With her eyes smiling, Hermione faced Harry and was about to start to ask him what he thought of it when she saw the apparently ever-erect 'Harry, Jr.' looking back at her.
"Could you please conjure some clothes for Harry?" she asked with a little embarrassment.
"Certainly, my lady," again Fetch snapped his fingers and Harry was clothed. However, Harry's new clothing wasn't the fantastic robe that Hermione had received. Instead Harry was now dressed in a pair of plain white boxers. But the boxers did nothing to help hide Harry's organ from sight; '/Harry, Jr./' was proudly sticking out of the flap in front.
"Why do boxers even have that opening?" Hermione questioned, a bit scandalized.
"I reckon it's an escape flap," offered Harry.
"An escape flap?" Hermione asked incredulously. "Never mind," she added and she bent over and scooped up the wash cloth Harry had used on her boobs and tossed it on /'Harry, Jr.'/. Of course, by now, the cloth had become quite cold and Harry squealed as the cold and wet cloth landed directly on his organ.
Turning her attention back to Fetch, Hermione asked, "What makes you certain that I'm your so-called Great One? Honestly, prophesy can be open to interpretation."
"That be true," agreed the ancient House-Elf. "In fact Fetch's predecessor was being quite positive that the One of the Mark would actually being named Mark."
"You see!" exclaimed Hermione. "It's open to interpretation! So what makes you sure now?"
"The signs is unmistakable," Fetch replied cryptically.
"Because of the 'bald feline,'" put in Harry. He had said it with a touch of bitterness because 'Harry, Jr.' had lost interest due to Hermione being un-naked again, but mostly because the appendage was covered with a cold towel. Harry imagined if the ghost of Gryffindor was here that he would make another rude comment about "blue-balls."
"You're not helping, Harry," snapped Hermione.
"Pardons my lady, but hes be correct. We's should be recognizing the signs..." began Fetch. "Yous are the one who leads us to Freedom!"
"Wait a tick," interrupted Harry. "For two years, Hermione tried to enlighten you all and petitioned our classmates to get you lot civil rights and you rejected her completely! You even went as far as avoiding any contact with her. Dobby was the only House-Elf who dared enter the Gryffindor Common Room for most of our fifth year."
"But if that's true, what happened to all of the hats I made?" asked Hermione. Harry recalled that she had worked very hard making a plethora of tiny hats in an attempt to free the House-Elves. Harry still didn't have the heart to tell her that Dobby had been the one who took them all. He realized that he didn't want to see Hermione upset.
"We's was not sure yous is the prophesized one," Fetch explained. "For we's it be considered heresy to be seeking freedom without the Great One leading we's."
Thinking of all the hardship and ridicule that Dobby had suffered from his fellow House-Elves, Harry asked, "Is that why you treat Dobby the way you do? Because he wanted to be free?"
All the House-Elves looked at Dobby with obvious disdain.
"Actually, One of the Mark, Dobby be a rather..." Fetch began to explain and paused as if he was searching for the proper phrase. "He be having a peculiar hobby."
Hanging his head, a blushing Dobby confessed, "Dobby likes to steal and wear witches' unmentionables."
"Is that what happened to my /'Hello Kitty' /knickers?" asked Hermione. Realizing what she just said, Hermione nervously looked at Harry and blushed brightly.
"Dobby, that's disgusting!" Harry chided. "Stealing knickers from first years and then wearing them!"
Harry had automatically assumed that the pilfered set of novelty knickers were stolen years ago because his girlfriend obviously hadn't worn such things since adolescence. Then, Harry remembered that Dobby hadn't started to work at the Castle until his fourth year. Therefore his assumption about the theft occurring in Hermione's first year didn't make sense. Dobby corrected Harry's observation.
"Oh no, One of the Mark Harry Potter Sir, Dobby took the Great One's kitty unmentionables the night before last," the elf squeaked. "Dobby would've taken them the first night you two arrived, but the Great One was still wearing them..."
Harry looked at his girlfriend with a great deal of amusement. The night they had arrived at the Castle was the same night that she had first gone down on him. And she was wearing 'Hello Kitty' knickers at the time.
"You are a naughty one aren't you?" Harry murmured to Hermione who, at that time, was doing her best to ignore him by attempting to casually whistle and twiddle her thumbs.
"Dobby, this be true?" Fetch asked. "The Great One was wearing these... what were they's be called?"
"/'Hello Kitty'/ knickers," Harry happily provided.
"Since the Great One do be enjoying this 'Hello Kitty', it must be divine," concluded the ancient House-Elf. "All Hail Hello Kitty!"
"ALL HAIL HELLO KITTY!" every House-Elf cried out joyously.
"The Great One also likes spankings!" offered Harry, as he tried to fight the approaching bout of unstoppable laughter.
"HARRY!" scolded Hermione. But it was too late. The air in the bathroom was filled with the sounds of dozens of tiny elf hands slapping dozens of tiny elf bottoms.
"ALL HAIL THE GREAT ONE!" SMACK! "PRAISE OURS SAVIOR!" SLAP!
This new action by the elves bothered Harry; he had announced the fact that Hermione liked to give and receive spankings in hopes of embarrassing his girlfriend further. But unfortunately, he had incited a spank-fest amongst the entire House-Elf population of Hogwarts.
Harry had to admit that the swat that he had given Hermione the day before piqued his interest; he was keen on the idea of pursuing the whole "spank my bottom" side of Hermione further, but this sight before him was truly disturbing. Tiny hands flew with abandon, smacking their targets gleefully. Small red bottoms jiggled as their owners shouted out various praises.
Harry could tell that Hermione was very uncomfortable, due to both the Elves praises and their orgy of spanks. In a move that he thought would comfort his girlfriend, Harry got up and put his arm around her. But, Harry discovered something when he put his arm around Hermione. He found she wasn't in any discomfort. Well not the discomfort that he was thinking of.
"Are your nipples hard?" asked Harry, upon noticing the even stiffer appearance of 'Carmella' and/ 'Natasha'/. They looked like they were attempting to tear through the lace of Hermione's lace and silk robe.
"Harry, please..." Hermione breathed out in a mortified, yet breathless, tone.
"You ARE naughty!" Harry whispered in her ear. Without her noticing, Harry discretely raised his hand up in the air. "ALL HAIL THE GREAT ONE!" he cried out before bringing his hand down to slap her playfully on her bum. Hermione squealed out in both pleasure and surprise.
The resounding smack that Harry had landed on Hermione's bottom signaled an abrupt end to the spank-fest. All the bulbous eyes turned to Harry. Some looked confused while others looked murderous.
"He touches Her!" one elf called out
"How dares he!"
"He's the One of the Mark... he's can be touching Her," another argued.
"The Great One be pure and virtuous. He's not to be thinking of touching Her."
"Excuses me, he's was about to lick Her Bald Feline when we's be coming in," a voice near the back pointed out.
"Yeah, She's be only human. They tends to do things like that."
"She's be the Great One," a particularly angry elf said while shoving another to the floor. "She's be above such things."
"Batka saw Her place the One of the Mark's second head in her mouth in the library," a elf, presumably Batka, said before punching some other elf.
"You saw that?" both Harry and Hermione asked, completely shocked.
"Heresy!" With that battle cry, nearly every House-Elf attacked one another.
One group would argue in-between punches that the Great One was allowed to have intimate relations with the One of the Mark. "She's be doing whatever and whoever She's wants!" The other group dismissed such arguments by calling out, "She's be above physical desires." That and biting the ears of the other group. Some House-Elves were actually conjuring chairs solely for the purpose to use the piece of furniture as a bludgeoning weapon.
Apparently the only two elves not involved in the escalating battle were Fetch and Dobby, who were standing close to Harry and Hermione. Fetch humbly addressed Hermione, "Forgives us, oh Great One, sometimes we's be liking a... heated discussion like this one," he explained. "Fetch think it be best if Dobby would escorts You and the One of the Mark out of this room."
Without waiting for a response, Dobby grabbed Harry and Hermione's hands and they disappeared from the bathroom. With a pop, they appeared in Harry's room.
"Dobby must goes back to help Fetch ends the... discussion," Dobby said and quickly disappeared with a pop. A second later, Harry could hear Dobby's muffled voice shout though the walls separating them; "The Great One happen to be enjoying playings with One of the Mark's second head!" This was immediately followed by a loud bang.
Once in a while, a bang, scream, or crash would emanate from the bathroom indicating the breadth of the skirmish between the Elfish factions. For what seemed like minutes, Harry and Hermione stood in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Harry's mind was filled with the revelation that Hermione was apparently the prophesied savior of House-Elves. But more importantly, Hermione was a really naughty witch! She wore 'Hello Kitty' knickers and was aroused at the House-Elf spank-fest. He was about to end the thoughtful silence and jibe her about her fetishes when a very loud and booming noise emanated from the Common Room. It was so loud that it felt like the very foundations of the Castle were being rocked. The noise even drowned out the elf-riot as well.
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"What the hell was that?" Hermione asked as dust fell from the rafters.
Harry was about to respond by saying he didn't know when the voice boomed again.
"YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"
"Is that..." began Harry upon recognizing the voice, "... Mrs. Weasley?"
"HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?"
Fearing the worst, Harry and Hermione dashed out of the room and down to the Common Room. They found Ron huddling in fear in the corner, while the Weasley matriarch was screaming at Ginny. Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer looked as if she was in total shock, her face was deathly white and her eyes appeared to be threatening to pop out of their sockets and run away. Mrs. Weasley was the living embodiment of rage; her face was a furious red and was twisted into a mask of anger. She continued to berate her daughter, not realizing that she was spitting in Ginny's face as she ranted.
"THROWING YOURSELF AT HIM LIKE A SCARLET WOMAN! I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BEHAVE IN SUCH A MANNER!"
Ginny, who was wearing a humble set of robes (which Harry was immediately thankful for, he couldn't handle seeing her naked again) looked like she had soiled herself very recently. "I-I-I-I-I'm not the scarlet woman, mum," Ginny stuttered, trying to save herself. The fear in her voice was apparent, and her squeaking voice sounded like an underfed mouse compared to Mrs. Weasley's booming voice. "Hermione's let Harry lick her, down there. And she swallowed him, and he came in her eye!"
"MOLESTING THE POOR BOY AFTER YOU TIED UP HERMIONE! WHAT DROVE YOU TO DO THAT?" Molly shouted, completely ignoring her daughter's statement.
Harry wondered for a moment if Mrs. Weasley had used a Sonorus Charm on herself, because her voice was far too loud to be natural.
All of the anger and rage pouring off of Mrs. Weasley wanted to make Harry run away like a scared little boy. But when he tried to turn and run away, he found that Hermione had once again taken sanctuary behind him and had wrapped her trembling arms around his midsection. Even though he wanted to run away, Harry now had to stand there and witness this most terrifying event unfold because Hermione had apparently gone into shock and he wouldn't leave her there alone.
Harry considered grabbing Hermione and running back up the stairs with her in his arms. He was quite surprised to find out that his body was refusing to obey any command. Harry decided to add "Angry Mrs. Weasley" to the list of things that made him freeze up in fear.
"AND NAKED TO BOOT! YOUR BROTHER SAID HE SAW YOUR...your..." Mrs. Weasley seemed distressed at finishing her statement. But she wasn't about to let anybody off without a proper lecture. "FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, HE SAW your cunny!" Apparently, Mrs., Weasley was so mortified that she had to use the word "cunny" in public, that she had said it so softly, in contrast to her normal /"Lecture Voice"/, that Harry thought he'd gone momentarily deaf.
"But Mum, they were naked too!" Ginny tried once again to derail her mother. "Look at them! She's wearing a completely see-through gown, you can see everything! And he's wearing nothing but shorts. Look-look-look!" she added frantically pointing at his crotch. "He's hanging out of them!"
Harry wanted to put 'Harry, Jr.' away, but his mind was still too filled with terror to do so.
"AND THEN ATTACKING HERMIONE! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO BEAT YOU SILLY, YOUNG LADY!" Mrs. Weasley punctuated this threat by brandishing her fist in front of Ginny's face.
"WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT WHAT YOU DID WAS ACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR?"
Harry gulped in fear and he felt Hermione shudder.
Mrs. Weasley roughly grabbed hold of Ginny's ear and dragged the girl toward the exit of the Common Room. "JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER HEARS OF THIS, YOUNG LADY!" Mrs. Weasley screamed as she and her daughter disappeared into the hallway.
Somehow, Harry thought that whatever punishment Mr. Weasley could dish out for Ginny was nothing compared to what Mrs. Weasley was going to do to her.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, unfortunately too soon. Mrs. Weasley reentered the room with a stumbling Ginny still being dragged by the ear behind her. The older witch stomped up to Harry and wagged her finger in his face.
"I'm not your mother and you're both adults," Mrs. Weasley lectured. Even though her voice was calm, Harry still felt the anger pour off of her body. "But I do NOT approve of how fast you two are going!"
Once again, Mrs. Weasley dragged Ginny toward the exit by her ear. Mrs. Weasley paused in the doorway and turned back toward Harry and said, "However, regardless of my views, you should really try to improve your aim. It really does burn when it gets in your eye. I only wish Arthur would learn that. I've been telling him for years and years, but does he listen? No, he just shoots himself all willy-nilly over my face, not caring that it gets in my eye or up my nose...
"Also, Harry dear, put it away," Mrs. Weasley suggested while glancing down at 'Harry, Jr.' "You'll catch a cold."
But Harry hadn't really comprehended Mrs. Weasley's comment on his manhood. Instead, his mind was filled with an incredibly disturbing image of a spent and naked Mr. Weasley standing over an equally naked, but more disturbingly, goo-covered Mrs. Weasley. Harry couldn't take anymore and fainted.
*
There was no one else; no interruptions, no problems of the outside world, and no worries. Just the two of them... and tonight, the night was theirs alone. A hand lovingly caressed a cheek. His warm lips brushed against her lips. A throaty sigh escaped her mouth as he trailed kisses down her neck.
The two friends and lovers tossed their robes to the side without hesitation. Even though there was no need for haste, they had been waiting for this for a long time. He cupped her breasts in his hands and thanked the heavens for their wonderful gift of this woman while kissing her mounds. She purred as her lover tweaked her nipples.
With a wicked grin on her face that she knew would drive her man wild, she knelt in front of him as if she were at prayer at the alter of his love. She wrapped her hands around his already erect organ and leaned toward him. He held his breath as she took him into her mouth.
His mind was a whirl, no matter how many times she would take him like this, he would never tire of the sensation of her lovely and talented mouth around his love.
But, as these things happen from time to time, the man found that couldn't hold back. Shortly after his lover began to work on his member, he grunted in an animalistic manner and she quickly pulled herself away since she still hadn't grown to like the taste of his discharge.
"Hold on-" she implored. But it was too late. The thing she knew was going to happen, the thing she dreaded occurred. He unloaded himself upon her face. It splashed on her nose and into her eyes.
"Damn it!" she scolded her lover and began to wipe his seed from her eyes before too much of it seeped in. "I've told you before, you have to aim better, Arthur!"
With that, a messy faced Molly Weasley stormed out of the bedroom, leaving her husband panting.
*
Screaming as if his life was in mortal peril, Harry awoke from his nightmare. With sweat dripping form his body, he sighed in relief as he quickly realized that he was still in the Common Room where he had fainted after Mrs. Weasley had given him advice on how to aim properly so his ejaculate wouldn't get in Hermione's eyes. The nightmare had passed.
"You have it easy," a trembling voice sounded from Harry's right. "She's not your mum."
Harry turned to find his best mate, Ron, sitting on the floor several feet away from him, rocking back and forth. The red-haired wizard's eyes were bloodshot and sunken, his face was the palest Harry had ever seen it. Harry assumed that his friend had gotten violently ill, several times.
"I've never seen a naked woman until yesterday," murmured Ron, his voice hollow and his eyes looked past Harry as if they had seen enough horror to last him a lifetime. "Then... Then I saw Bellatrix, all... all that h-h-hair... The first woman I see naked almost makes me almost shun the notion of sex completely. Then the next bird I see is Hermione, and I hope you don't mind me saying this Harry, but she is pretty hot. Nice set of jigglees on that girl. I thought that the horror I felt from seeing that Death Eater skank would have been chased away forever. And even better, Hermione was rolling around on the floor with another girl. The first thing that popped in my mind was '/This is great! I get to see two naked witches go at it. What luck!'"/ Ron continued in his lifeless monotone. "I even thought the other witch was kinda... was kinda... h-h-h-" Ron began to stutter as he forced himself to give voice to his shame. "I thought she was h-h-hot. Harry, it was my little sister for Merlin's sake! I saw her... her bits! A brother should not be forced to see his sister's... bits! It's not fair!
"I did what any bloke in my situation would do: I ran to my Mum." Harry could tell that Ron was in a losing battle with his personal demons. "I fire-called her and she came straight away. I told Mum what happened, how Hermione and Ginny were fighting over you and that Ginny had even tried to molest you. Well, she gave me a talking to, about how I wasn't a good brother and how it was my fault because I set a bad example for her and what-not. So my day was getting worse: I saw my sister's... bits and then my mother was blaming me. But I figured it couldn't get much worse. But then she had to go and give you.... advice..."
Harry shuddered in fear of the recollection of that advice.
"I could have gone my entire life very happily without hearing my mum admit that she's had my dad's baby batter in her eyes." Ron paused before concluding: "I will never be hard again."
Harry nodded his head silently as he too wondered if 'Harry, Jr.' would ever come out and play again.
Both emotionally distraught wizards turned to the portrait hole as the Fat Lady's painting swung open. Hermione walked in followed by Dobby; each was carrying a tray piled high with food. Harry noticed immediately that the tray that Dobby was carrying was loaded with cakes, éclairs, and biscuits, whereas Hermione's tray had a varied array of fruits and vegetables. Much to Harry's dread, Dobby, with his tray filled with delectable goodies, headed straight for Ron. Since Hermione was still insisting that Harry remain on his mysterious diet, she placed the tray of veggies and fruit in front of him.
"Can't I have one éclair?" Harry asked pitifully.
"He can have it all, for all I care," Ron offered in his monotone. "I don't think I'll eat another bite for the rest of my life."
"Don't tell me you two are still troubled what Molly said?" Hermione asked.
"Your mum didn't just tell you what my mum did," retorted Ron.
"No, but I did walk in on my parents once," countered Hermione. She added in an undertone, "To this day, I just don't see what men like about that silly metal bikini Carrie Fisher wore...
"Ron, your mother just told you that she is still very much in love with your father." Hermione stated in a clear voice. "You should feel happy for her, not revolted by the notion."
"What she told us about wasn't love!" Ron said heatedly, the monotone gone from his speech. "That isn't love... that's... that's..."
"What? 'A blow-job'?" Hermione finished for Ron. The red-haired recoiled at the term "blow-job" as if Hermione had physically struck him. Hermione continued despite Ron's reaction, "It isn't necessarily love, but it proves you mother loves your father and is willing to do an activity that makes him happy."
"Hermione, they... they're old and they have kids," Harry put in. "They shouldn't be doing things like that."
"They aren't too old to have feelings for each other. And a desire to act on those feelings," argued Hermione. "And as for having kids, Ron has six siblings; counting the twins, Molly has given birth six times. Do you think that means Molly and Arthur have only had sex a total of six times?"
"YES!" both Ron and Harry shouted. Neither one wanted to have the image of the elder Weasleys shagging. Upon wishing that they didn't want said image entering their mind, naturally that particular image happened to enter their minds.
"Oh please, Ron. I'm certain that your parents have had sex many more than six times in their life," stated Hermione. "Think of it as 'practice runs' if you will. And they like these 'practice runs' so much that even though they aren't having any more babies, they still enjoy doing them.
"And as for you, Harry," Hermione said turning to her boyfriend. "From all the stories I've heard about your father, I'm sure James took every opportunity to do some 'practice runs' with your mother."
Harry used all of his will to block the image of his parents fooling around that was threatening to enter his mind.
"And don't forget your father was an Animagus as well," Hermione added with a touch of amusement. "I wouldn't be surprised to find out if Lily was a little curious and..." Seeing the absolute looks of horror and dismay on her boyfriend's face, Hermione decided to unleash her more playful side. "Hmmm... I wonder. Is it actually bestiality if the animal's really human?"
Harry didn't register the rest of Hermione's train of thought because he blacked out once again. Mercifully. |
Title: 10SNE1?
Tags: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Voyeurism
Content:
I don't know about you, but I absolutely love exhibitionism. Actually, I prefer that my girlfriend is the exhibitionist, while I serve loyally as her voyeur.
My new girlfriend, Cathy, is 26 years old and has one of those "fuck me" bodies. You know what I'm talking about: about 5'8'' tall, thin and shapely, green eyes and shoulder length auburn hair. Her long, shapely legs seem to go on forever. Her tits are like grapefruit, perfectly ripe for the pickin' and nibblin'. However, her most beautiful bodily feature is her ass. OH MY GOD her ass is nice! Trim, tanned, muscular, and very shapely (and she likes to tease me often with it when we're out in public places). I suppose that's what years on the tennis court will do to a beautiful young lady's ass. In fact, even Stefi Graf would be so lucky to have an ass as nice as Cathy's. Playfully, she likes to "moon" me a lot; she knows I like that kind of stuff, especially from her.
Owning a grass court of my very own, Cathy and I play lots of tennis on my estate. She looks absolutely gorgeous in her high-cut tennis skirts. After playing a few games, the sweat on her legs make them glisten in the sun. One day, I told her that I would like to play "strip tennis," which is similar to strip poker, I suppose, but more... well, active. Whomever would lose a game would need to remove a piece of clothing chosen by the victor of that game. Of course, she agreed; anytime there's a chance that someone will get naked, she's all for it! Although our styles of play are very different (I'm the agressor, while Cathy prefers to finesse her opponent), our level of play is quite equal. We're also quite competitive, which has often led to some very fiery exchanges during play and after.
What Cathy didn't know was that when SEX is on the line, I--and probably most men--play to win. My adrenaline flows, my eyes become sharper, my reflexes are more cat-like, and my legs move swifter. Yes indeed, she would have no chance to win this little sexy game of ours. Since I had won the traditional spin of the racquet prior to the match, it was I that would serve first!
No mercy.
Immediately, and without hardly breaking a sweat, Cathy won the first game after a love-40 start. "Lucky break," I said as she smiled coyly at me.
"Take off them shorts, big boy," she demanded.
Cathy likes to call me "big boy" not only because I am 6'1'' tall, but because I have a rather large penis. My football teammates in high school years ago called me a "show'er" rather than a "grow'er" because my dick remained approximately the same length erect as it was flacid. Although my erect cock is 8'' flacid, it grows only another inch longer when erect. The thickness, however, is a whole new story altogether. Needless-to-say, my cock has stretched a few pussies in its day, much to my past girlfriends' delight. Cathy was no different. The first time she saw my cock she said, "My GOD, what a beautiful and big penis!" After her pussy had become acclimated to its size after our first lovemaking session, she became obsessed with it since it would make her cum multiply both vaginally as well as clitorally.
She loved to see me walk around naked while in her apartment. Being slim, muscular, and hung there was certainly nothing about my body of which I was ashamed. As I did meaningless tasks while naked, such as put in a DVD in her player, she would admire my backside--broad shoulders, thin waist, shapely ass--and comment on my large penis and balls that hung quite visibly between my legs. At times while I was standing, Cathy would sneak up under me between my legs unnoticed and would try to grab the head of my cock--often successfully--with her wide-open mouth as if she were bobbing for apples in reverse.
Her favorite view, however, was to lie on her back on the couch with her lovely ass hanging off the edge and both her legs around her head (my god she was flexible!) while I rammed my thick and long dick inside her--slowly af first--like a engine piston. She loved the sight and feel of my slick monster cock shown in full view one minute, then being buried in her cunt the next.
I digress.
I took off my tennis shorts slowly and methodically a few feet away from my darling girlfriend. Her eyes widened as the shorts dropped on the court. She had never before seen me wear a jock strap. The bulging jock strap gave her a whole new perspective on my massive meat and its two cousins. It looked like a over-sized yam was stuffed in my jock which caused Cathy's eyes and mouth to open wide with awe. Knowing Cathy, I thought that she'd probably demand that I wear nothing buy jock straps instead of briefs from now on.
"Damn, James. It still amazes me how you can even walk, let alone play tennis, with that sausage hanging between your legs like that," she said. I just walked up to her, tossed her two balls, and simply said, "Serve 'em up, babe. It's my turn."
Okay, maybe it WASN'T my turn at that moment. She won the next two games rather handily. Only my socks and shoes remained on my body, save the bandana that was wrapped around my sweaty head. You know, no matter how one tries, it's real difficult to move gracefully around the court when there's nothing to support 8'' of cock and a sack of big balls. Cathy, the finessed tactician, certainly took advantage of my peculiar predicament: She'd serve wide to my forehand, which made me reach desperately from outside the court, once the ball was hit weakly back to her side of the court, she would lightly make a drop shot, which would make me run up fast toward the net uncontrollably, only to lob it over my head once a hit it back to her forehand tiredly. All the while, Cathy was laughing up a storm watching my naked ass run all over the place while my large endowments painfully were slapping loudly my thighs and stomach at each motion. Indeed, Cathy definitely had the upper hand, if you will, and she was loving it.
"Don't get a hernia, James. I might have plans for that thing later." Doubled over in exhaustion and panting heavily to catch my breath, I can only muster a "yes-dear" look.
During the next game, she must have felt sorry for me by making errors she normally doesn't make in succession. A double fault, two missed volleys, and a wide groundstroke cost her the 4th game. Maybe she wanted to play this silly little game of ours a little longer. Whatever the reason: Heh, heh, heh.... It was MY turn.
"Remove thy panties," I said rather curtly.
While standing close to the net, she turned her back to me, lifted her short skirt, and slithered out of her panties. While she bent over to pull her panties past her knees, I was given a great view of her gorgeous slit and several dozen strands of long, chestnut-colored pubic hairs that cascaded beautifully and randomly behind her cunt. The late morning sunlight bounced off those hairs that caught my attention right away. Grabbing her ankles, she looked back at me and said, "Hmm, it looks like the tennis balls aren't the only things fuzzy around here," as she winked.
My mouth dropped, while my cock began to rise. My cock was thickening while Cathy teasingly shook her bare ass for me to admire. She too was getting excited, because I was able to see her lucious pussy lips part and noticed a drop off pussy foam glisten in the sun as it dripped onto her clit and dropped lazily onto the court.
"Oops! I seem to be making a bit of a mess. You might have to scrub the court after we're all done with it, James."
Cathy finally stood up and walked toward the bench to pick up a ball from underneath it. Once she reached it, she lifted one foot on the bench and wiped generous amounts of her pussy juices with the smooth felt of the tennis ball. She then walked over to me sensually and said softly, "Your serve, big boy."
As she walked back to her side of the court, I sniffed deeply into the soaked ball and was able to locate rather easily the musky scent of her aroma'ed sex. By now, my penis was fully erect and standing straight out.
Noticing the obvious protrusion jutting out from my mid-section, Cathy yelled playfully, "Hey, since your racquet doesn't seem to be playing too well today, maybe you should use that big penis of yours. You won't be missing too many balls with that thing!" I just snickered back with that you're-so-damn-funny look.
Right before I began to serve for the 5th game, we heard a commotion coming from the mansion about 50 yards away. It must be my buddies who tend to make it a habit of coming over unannounced. Cathy and I both ran toward the bench to quickly put on our clothes. I swiftly put on my jock strap, shorts, and tennis shirt. When finished clothing myself, I noticed that rather than putting her panties back on, Cathy had stuffed them in her tennis bag. She looked back up at me and gave me a rather devious smile.
That slutty exhibitionist! I knew exactly what she was doing and it was turning me on to no end.
Cathy and I continued to play tennis knowing that my friends would discover us sooner or later. It turned out sooner rather than later. "James, is that you out there?!," yelled Garrett from the deck of the mansion. "Yeah, Cathy and I are abusing a few tennis balls. Come join us and don't forget to bring some beers!," I yelled back.
Garrett, Geoff, and Steve walked across the veranda toward the grassy meadow that linked the mansion to the tennis court. They waved rather awkwardly while carrying a heavy load of beer in their arms.
"Hi Cathy," Steve said. "Long time no see," as he picked up a tennis ball that had strayed outside the fence. I wondered if that was the ball that was smeared with Cathy's love juices from moments before.
"Good to see you, Steve. You're looking as handsome as ever," she replied. "What have you boys been up to?" "Just gelin' like Magellen," said Geoff stupidly. Garrett and Steve shook their heads at Geoff, who tends to embarrass the other guys often with statements such as that.
"Here's your ball back," as Steve tossed it to Cathy. "You might want to dry it off before you play, it's pretty wet." I replied, "Thanks, Steve. It's good to know you care so much about the welfare of our balls." Cathy just winked at me.
Garrett announced, "Don't let us interrupt you two, go ahead and play. We'll just sit and watch you guys sweat it out while we hang out in the shade drinking some cold brewskies."
I walked over to the baseline to begin my serve, but Cathy was slow to get ready. With the boys sitting only several feet outside the court in the shade of the covered tennis veranda, Cathy decided not to waste any time in giving them a little show. With her back facing the boys, she squatted near her tennis bag shuffling through her things for a towel. She casually hiked her skirt up so that the roundness of her ass clearly could be seen by her admirers. Her swollen labia hanging a half-inch from her pubic mound, the boys whispered to each other as they stared at my girlfriend's bare ass.
Without actually hearing them, I knew exactly what they were saying, "Dude, check out her ass and pussy lips. Do you think she's giving us a show on purpose?"
She then pulled out her towel, lifted one leg on the bench and pretended to dry off her lifted leg with broad slow strokes all the while she was giving my buddies a great view of her patch of well-trimmed brown bush and an engorged clit that was pushing out from under its hood. Her cunt lips had opened once again.
The guys obviously knew what she was doing and looked at me with bewilderment. I just looked at them with that "go-figure" look and shrugged my shoulders. Strangely, instead of feeling jealous I felt horny. The guys noticed the very apparent bulge inside my tennis shorts and knew that things were about to get a little interesting.
Geoff, who is about as subtle as a tornado, pulled down the zipper of his khaki shorts and released his erect penis through the hole. "Cathy, nice pussy but would you get a load of this?" as Geoff displayed his unimpressive cock proudly.
"Sorry, Geoff, I'm only interested in well-endowed guys and I'm afraid yours simply doesn't measure up." In an instant, Geoff's 5'' dick became limp.
Garrett stood up, pulled down his shorts and displayed a rather thick, but short cock. "I may not be long, but I sure know how to stretch a pussy." Cathy shot back, "Garrett, get that stump outta here. I need a man, like James, who can fill the depths of my pussy as well as stretch it to its limit.
"What do you think of this, Cathy?," muttered Steve quietly and cooly.
Steve pulled out a beautiful un-cut cock over the elastic band of his running shorts that easily could have measured a foot long. The head of his cock had poked halfway through his foreskin and several big veins were smattered all over it like a road map. The thickness was perfect--about the girth of a large cucumber. Steve's penis could have been modeled--rather FEATURED-- in a penis magazine, if ever one had existed. It wasn't curved to the left or right, nor did it bend upwards like a banana. It was perfectly straight and stood out proudly in all its glory. The head was neither too big and "mushroomy," nor too small and "peanutty." It looked like a WW-II german helmet, proud and engorged. The color was perfect too; not too pale, but light brown with no weird spots, moles, or discolorations. The color was evenly spread throughout. The skin that covered his cock was supple and looked very healthy, not dried out or too oily. Steve's balls were big and couched nicely in a smooth sack of smooth, hairless skin. Tiny wisps of carefully trimmed public hair covered the base of his cock up to his belly button. Cathy noticed a pleasant and clean scent of soap emanating from this man's big dick and balls. Indeed, Steve's giant member was the ideal cock for a man of men and it was begging to be licked or fucked or both.
Cathy was mesmerized as she stared motionless at Steve's perfect penis.
"Cathy, hello... are you okay?, as Steve snapped his finger. He then went on, '"I said, 'what do you think of this?'" as he held his cock proudly in his hand.
Cathy snapped back to consciousness.... She got down on her hands and knees and waved her ass in front of Steve and said, "It's okay, but I prefer James'. James, will you show the gentlemen what a REAL man can do to my pussy?"
With my tennis shorts already at my ankles and my hard cock poised for action, a "Yes dear" was all I could muster. |
Title: 10 - College Years 2 - Alexa Comes to Visit
Tags: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Domination/submission, Male / Females, Threesome
Introduction:
Alexa visits me at college
Content:
Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this - while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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I had been at college for three weeks – two weeks of class and the craziness that was Orientation Week. I had been sleeping with Ashley somewhat regularly over the last two weeks, and had actually managed to contain my horniness to just her. I wasn’t incredibly excited by our relationship, or whatever she might want to think of it as. In my eyes, and as far as I was concerned, I was still Alexa’s man. I was giddy with anticipation, because Alexa had gotten someone in her Friday morning class to take notes for her and hopped on a train to come see me for the weekend. I had just arrived back at my dorm from class and asked Judy if I could borrow her car to go pick my sweetheart up from the train station. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that she agreed to let me borrow her car. She told me she could drive me, but we would have to stop over at a few places on the way back to the dorm so she could pick up some job applications at a few places.
“So are you excited to see her?” Judy asked as we got in and headed towards the train station.
“You think?” I laughed. “I haven’t seen her in three weeks.”
“I can’t begin to imagine,” Judy sighed. She had been having troubles finding a guy to be with regularly. In spite of her (and Ashley’s) problems of talking too much, they were both pretty nice people. Unfortunately, Ashley had laid claim to my bunk first, while Judy had been somewhat meek in offering just a blowjob. As an eighteen year old, it was a choice made for me without any thought on the matter. Sadly, it seemed like a lot of the guys most girls had found attractive had already managed to pair off in relationships that seemed somewhat monogamous. I got an earful from Ashley many nights about these conversations that the girls had with each other. I didn’t really care much, but it was interesting to me that a few guys I had considered to be less attractive were found to be attractive by a fair number of girls.
“Don’t worry. You’ll find a guy who deserves you before too long,” I reassured her.
“Let’s hope,” she answered.
We chatted for a bit until finally turning into the parking lot at the train station. Judy decided she wanted to wait with me in the station until Alexa arrived since it would only be a few minutes.
“Rob!” Alexa yelled as she came into view, running into my arms.
“Hey babe,” I held her as she wrapped her legs around me and we kissed perhaps a little too passionately for public.
Judy stood patiently by until Alexa realized she was actually with me, not just some random person standing right beside me.
“This is Judy,” I explained, grabbing Alexa’s bag and grabbing her hand to lead her back to the car.
“Hi, Judy,” Alexa smiled politely.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Judy replied. “Rob’s been as excited as a puppy the last few days since he found out you were coming to see him.”
We got to the car and I offered the front seat to Alexa. She wanted to sit in the back with me, but I insisted she ride up front with Judy. I hated when I had two or three people in the back of my car in high school and no one sitting in the front – it made me feel like a chauffer. Alexa finally agreed and sat up front until Judy stopped at the first place she was picking up a job application. She jumped into the back immediately after Judy had shut the door, straddling me and kissing me deeply.
“Whoa, babe,” I managed to say after pulling her off me. “Can’t we wait until we’re back in my room?”
“I don’t want to wait,” she answered, trying to get her hand in my pants.
“Judy will be back in a couple minutes.”
I wrestled with her advances, trying to remain clothed until finally Judy returned.
“You don’t mind if I sit back here, do you Judy?” Alexa asked in a commanding tone.
“That’s fine,” Judy laughed.
I had to practically fight Alexa all the way back to the dorm to stop her from opening my fly and trying to get at my goods. Finally we returned to the dorm and made our way upstairs to my room.
“This is a nice layout you guys have.”
“It’s not so bad,” I smiled, finally letting her climb on top of me on my bed.
Before we got too heated, Alexa stopped to mention that she was kind of hungry and hadn’t eaten since breakfast. We went and got some dinner and brought it back up to my room. I wasn’t very hungry, but I couldn’t help but smile while watching her chow down in a completely ungraceful manner. I hadn’t closed the door while we were eating out of the habits I had developed in my short time here. It wasn’t long before people started to walk in.
“Hey Rob, wanna play some hockey?” Andy asked, referring to one of the Nintendo games we had.
“Not tonight, man,” I laughed. He was completely oblivious to the girl sitting beside me.
“He’s busy tonight,” Alexa chimed in, finally getting attention.
“Oh. My bad, dude,” he began blushing quickly.
“This is Alexa, my girlfriend from home. This is Andy,” I introduced them. “He lives down the hall.”
We chatted aimlessly for a while before he excused himself. I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie or do anything she wanted other than that, and she agreed to watch a bit of a movie for a bit. I got up and locked the door before popping Tommy Boy in my laptop. We watched it for a half-hour or so before she started to get touchy, rubbing herself on my leg and grabbing my cock through my pants.
“Baby, I’ve missed this so much,” she moaned as my hands began to roam her body.
“Me too.”
“You fucking a lot of girls?” she undid my belt and unbuckled my pants.
“A few,” I answered, pulling her shirt over her head.
“You like any of them?”
“Fucking them or what?” I asked her.
“No. Do you like them?”
“They’re alright… I love you, though,” I reassured her.
Rolling a condom down my already hard cock, Alexa lifted one leg over and straddle me, my cock nestled in her ass cheeks.
“You’re going to point them out later,” she told me, grabbing my cock and leaning forward to guide it into her steaming hole.
She didn’t let me answer, locking lips with me as she gently rocked her hips forwards, grinding herself on me. Alexa lifted off her knees, placing her feet on either side of me and started to slowly lift up and down, gripping my cock with her pussy. I tried to reach up and play with her tits but she pushed my hands away; she wasn’t letting me move and was controlling the pace completely.
“It feels good to have my cock again,” she told me, emphasizing the word ‘my’.
I started to thrust up into her, but she just sat down, taking me fully into her. I managed to sit up, even with her trying to keep pushing me down, and then I rolled over without leaving the comfort of her hot hole. Pinning her arms down on either side of her head, I began to hammer in and out of her very hard. She slowly stopped trying to move her arms as her legs wrapped around me. The only sound coming from the room was the slapping of skin and Alexa moaning and almost screaming in pleasure.
“Any of the guys you hook up with fuck you like this?” I grunted, my breathing getting haggard as I approached ecstasy.
Alexa managed to whimper a curt ‘no’ while I quickened my pace and told her I was close.
“I want to taste it,” she told me, as I reached the point of no return.
Pulling out, I quickly ripped the condom off and shimmied up her body to offer her my meat. She greedily opened to allow my head into her mouth as I started to release a big load in it. Looking me in the eye, she wiped some that had dripped down her chin with her finger and sucked it off before swallowing the whole load.
“I missed that taste,” she told me, a devilish smile spreading across her lips.
“I missed you,” I smiled as I looked up and down her body.
We lay there for a bit before getting dressed and deciding to take a look at what was going on party-wise on the floor. There was the usual party in Andy and Trent’s room, some people quietly drinking in a girl’s room across the floor, and some people playing poker in the common room. She asked me to point out which girls were the ones she had to watch out for, and I laughed it off. I mentioned that Judy had given me a blowjob that she was effectively harmless and was constantly looking for any other guy to hook up with. We aimlessly walked around the building, before deciding we would just go hang out in the room with across the floor from my room.
“What’s goin’ on?” I asked, introducing Alexa to the few people in the room.
“What floor do you live on?” Noah asked. He was a nice guy, but we hadn’t spent much time hanging out.
“She doesn’t,” I answered. “She’s my girlfriend,” I took Alexa’s hand in mine.
We chatted for a while, drinking and just enjoying everyone’s company before Alexa asked if we could go back to my room for a second.
“They were just kinda boring,” Alexa told me in the hall after we had left.
“Well if I leave my door open, people I hang out with somewhat regularly will probably make their way in eventually.”
I propped the door open and we sat down; sure enough, people started to join us within minutes. I pointed out Erica to Alexa, telling her it was a one-time thing and I actually felt bad about it. I explained what had happened and Alexa agreed she probably had felt enough pain already. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and that was when Ashley walked in. Ashley knew my girlfriend was visiting this weekend, but seemed too drunk to either remember or care. She tried to rub her hands on my butt and my sides while I managed to keep her at bay until Alexa returned.
“And who’s this?” Alexa asked, as I continued to restrain her advances.
“This is Ashley,” I told her.
“Oh, just the one I’ve been wanting to meet.” She turned to the other people in the room and before continuing. “Would you guys mind giving us a few minutes alone? I need to talk to Rob about something in private.”
Alexa made sure Ashley stayed in the room, and locked the door after everyone else left.
“So you’re Ashley,” Alexa smiled wickedly at her.
“Ya,” Ashley answered, still oblivious to the other girl in the room’s importance to me.
“I’m Alexa,” she said flatly.
It took a moment to register, but her eyes went kind of wide and she started to stammer out an apology that she had forgotten Alexa was visiting that weekend.
“It’s ok, don’t worry about it, sweety,” she cooed at her. “But if you remember what I said the first night you tried to fuck Rob, it’s happening now.”
Ashley’s eyes widened, and I was curious exactly what the words she had used were a few weeks ago.
“I’m sorry, Alexa,” Ashley tried to get words out, but was clearly unable to piece together her thoughts.
“Don’t worry. We’re going to fun, right?” Alexa winked at me. “You wanted to be a slut, right? You wanted to fuck a guy who had a girlfriend, even though you knew he had one. You wanted everything you’re about to get. Now take your clothes off,” Alexa commanded, unbuckling her jeans and taking her own top off.
Ashley looked to me, as if I really had the power to stop Alexa. I was pretty much her bitch in many ways. I shrugged back at her and started to take my own clothes off for the second time that night.
“It’s better if you listen the first time,” Alexa said, standing in her bra and panties in the middle of the room; I noticed she positioned herself between Ashley and the door. “Take your fucking clothes off, slut.”
Ashley’s hands were visibly trembling as she took her top off and then looked again at me for help. I had been fucking this girl for weeks now, so I didn’t see why she was suddenly so meek.
“Come on, sweety. We’re going to have fun,” Alexa chuckled at Ashley as she helped her take her jeans off. “You’ve got a pretty nice figure. I get it,” she told me, referring to my sexual desire for Ashley. “Take your boxers off, babe,” she told me, and I quickly complied.
I was already rock hard, and incredibly excited by the direction the evening was taking.
“Suck him,” Alexa told Ashley, reaching to push her shoulders towards the ground.
The second her lips met my cock, her nervousness began to fade. Within a few seconds, she was already taking most of my length into her mouth and throat, her thick saliva encompassing the head of my member.
“Can she take you all the way?” Alexa asked, placing her hands on the sides of Ashley’s head. I nodded in response and she let Ashley take a breath before shoving her chin right up against my balls. Leaning over to kiss me, she let her hands slide from Ashley’s head to my ass, using her body to keep Ashley firmly planted with her lips against me. As Ashley started to tremble from the lack of oxygen Alexa finally relented and allowed the poor girl between us a breath.
“Your name is slut for the rest of the night, got it?” Alexa grabbed Ashley’s hair in a ponytail.
“Fine,” Ashley muttered.
“Fine, mistress,” Alexa corrected her, slapping her face none-too-lightly.
Ashley glared at Alexa before taking me into her mouth once again.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to meeting this whore,” Alexa told me. “Babe, lie down. Slut, ride that cock you needed so badly.”
I lay back on my bed, and put my arms behind my head, getting ready to enjoy the ride. Ashley straddled me, grabbed my cock to line it up with her already soaked pussy, and sat right down. I noticed Alexa rooting through her bag and desperately wanted her to come sit on my face.
“Babe, come on,” I told her, kissing the air as she looked at me.
“Just one second, love,” she answered, quickly looking back into her bag.
A few seconds later, she stood beside the bed. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up towards me.
“I want to taste you while Ashley rides me,” I tried to pull her on top of me.
“What did you call her?”
“Ashley?” I answered, unsure what I’d done wrong.
“You don’t call her Ashley in private anymore. If you’re alone or with me, you refer to her as slut.”
“Ok… I want to taste you while the slut rides me.”
“That’s better,” Alexa smiled cruelly before straddling my face.
“Have you ever fooled around with a girl before, slut?”
Ashley didn’t even break pace, moaning that she’d kissed some girls but hadn’t really done anything serious.
“Well, that’s about to change. Suck my tits, slut. Ya, just like that.”
I pushed Alexa forward a little to gain access to her tasty asshole, my tongue doing its best to penetrate her behind. I could hear Alexa moaning and before long I could also feel her dripping onto my neck and chest. She was wetter than I had ever seen her before. I lifted her up to taste her juices, and Alexa decided it was time to switch things up.
“My turn, slut,” Alexa grabbed Ashley to pull her off.
I felt her move down the bed, and then felt the cool feeling of lube hit my cock as she gently lowered her ass onto me.
“Damn babe, your ass is tight,” I grinned at her.
“No one gets this but you,” she grunted, trying to work more of my cock into her. Alexa looked over and noticed Ashley just standing there doing nothing. “What’s the matter with you? Rob, eat her or something,” she suggested.
I pulled Ashley to me, and with little encouragement she had climbed on, completing the place swapping of the girls. Ashley definitely tasted different. I hadn’t realized it as much earlier because I didn’t have a side-by-side comparison, but Alexa was sweeter, while Ashley was somewhat tart.
“Eat my pussy, slut,” I heard Alexa command.
“What? No way,” Ashley tried to protest this order.
“Rob, don’t let her move until she eats my pussy,” Alexa told me.
I grabbed Ashley’s waist, wrapping my arms around her and trying to pull her down, all while continuing to lap at her with my tongue. Fortunately while she looked like she was in good shape, she was actually pretty weak, and it wasn’t long before her asshole was staring me in the eye and Alexa’s pussy was staring at her. I put a couple fingers into my mouth and then spat on her asshole, pushing one finger gently up to the knuckle.
“Just lick it, slut. You’re not going anywhere until you do,” Alexa told her.
Ashley must have finally began to realize that she was just there to do exactly what Alexa said, because Alexa began to moan quite loudly a minute later. Right when I worked a second finger into Ashley’s tight hole, she squirted on my tongue, splashing me with her essence. Alexa came shortly after, and I could feel her asshole clenching tightly around the base of my cock.
“I want to fuck her ass, babe,” I told Alexa.
“Ok, sweety,” Alexa agreed, climbing off to catch her breath from her orgasm.
I wasted no time, getting on my knees and sliding my cock into Ashley’s asshole before she had a chance to move. She was screaming into the sheets, and I slowly started my rhythmic assault in her backdoor. I slapped her ass, squeezing it roughly, before pulling her hair back so Alexa could slide under neath her, with her legs spread wide. Ashley didn’t fight this time, and I could see her tongue clumsily traversing Alexa’s pussy. I locked eyes with Alexa and she just grinned her evil grin before wrapping her legs around Ashley’s head. As Alexa came a second time, Ashley started to frantically claw at the legs wrapped around her head. I wasn’t sure if she couldn’t breathe or if Alexa’s squeezing from her orgasm was hurting her, but Alexa was none too impressed either way. On wobbly legs, she stood up beside the bed, grabbed Ashley’s hair to raise her head, and then slapped her quite hard across the face.
“You scratched my legs, you slut,” Alexa yelled at her.
“I thought you were going to break my neck,” Ashley screamed back, trying to reach Alexa to smack her back.
I didn’t let her move, continuing to fuck in and out of her ass as she struggled to hit my girlfriend. I grabbed her right arm and pulled it behind her with my left hand, crossing it across her lower back. Doing the same with her other arm, I held both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them against her while my other hand roughly pinched and pulled on her nipples. I saw Alexa digging through her bag once more and wondered what she had planned.
“Rob, lie back down, but stay in that slut’s ass,” she finally revealed her plans, as I saw her fixing a strap-on dildo around her waist.
I followed her directions, laying down with Ashley on top of me, my cock still buried in her asshole. I had to hold her tight on top of me, because she was starting to struggle again. When I finally had her in a bear hug from behind, Alexa rejoined us on the bed, kneeling between Ashley’s legs.
“You ever fuck two guys at once, slut?”
“I’ve never been fucked in the ass before,” Ashley cried.
I was surprised she had taken me in without complaint, but my distraction didn’t last long as Ashley began to squirm again as I felt Alexa’s weight shift on the bed. I had to clamp a hand round Ashley’s mouth because the scream that followed sounded like a banshee’s wail. I held her still with one arm and could feel her entire body convulsing on top of me as Alexa finally came to rest inside her. After Ashley stopped shaking, none of us moved for a few minutes. Finally I decided to break the silence.
“Are you ok?” I asked Ashley, removing my hand from her mouth.
“She passed out,” Alexa laughed.
“What the fuck. For real?”
“Yes,” Alexa couldn’t contain her glee. “She looked like she came really hard and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she stopped moving.”
“Is your dildo still in her?”
“Yup. We’re gangbanging this slut, babe,” she smiled at me as I looked around Ashley’s head to see her. “I told her I was going to fuck her when I came to visit.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Here was my girlfriend, sitting with a strap-on all the way in the pussy of the girl I had been fucking for the last three weeks.
“Should we leave her for a while?” I asked my girlfriend, who was clearly in charge.
“Fuck no. I want to get used to this,” she answered, slowly rocking her hips and getting used to her ‘cock’.
Alexa kept it up, quickening her pace, and eventually Ashley came to.
“What the fuck happened?” she groggily asked.
“You came yourself into a coma,” I laughed from beneath her.
“Fuck, I feel so full down there,” she moaned. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum again,” she squealed as her legs wrapped around Alexa and her ass squeezed on my cock.
When her latest orgasm subsided, she asked if we could please stop because she was in so much pain. Alexa finally agreed that she had suffered enough, slowly pulling out of her and climbing off the bed. Ashley rolled off me, my cock popping out of her, before she fell to her knees on the floor beside the bed.
“You’re not quite done yet, though,” Alexa told her, standing in front of her and telling me to do the same. “A real slut sucks two dicks at once, so get to work.”
Ashley didn’t even look up at me for help, resigning herself to her fate. Reaching up, she grabbed my cock and the dildo in either hand, and then alternating which one she was bobbing her head on. After a few moments of this, Alexa took off the strap-on, and climbed back on the bed on her hands and knees.
“I want your cum in my ass, babe,” she told me.
I had to pull Ashley’s face from my cock, and let her just crumple to the floor before jumping onto the bed and mounting my girlfriend from behind. It did not take a great amount of time after all the stimulation I had felt in this experience before I could feel myself drive one last hard thrust into her and then collapse on top of her as I filled her ass with my sperm. Alexa tapped my arm to get me to let her out from under me, and I turned to see her squatting over Ashley. This girl was more creative than I could ever try to be. I got off the bed in time to see my thick, white cum slime out of her gaping asshole and onto Ashley’s face and neck. Once satisfied, Alexa stood up straight, grabbing my neck to plant a kiss on my lips. Ashley stood up beside us, looking like a mess. Her mascara had run, her hair was all over the place, matted in some areas by sweat, and she had a thick load of cum sliding down her body. Alexa grabbed her neck, too, planting a big kiss on her lips.
We all went to the shower together to clean up and then rest for what was sure to be a great weekend. |
Title: 10]. Revelation and Culmination. Part 3 of Gay Beginnings.
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, Gay, Group Sex
Introduction:
Bunty teaches me more
Content:
If you are offended by gay sex/ group sex etc, Please do not read this.
For those who have read my other stories ....this it the next part of my life story.
Please leave your comments/feedback. Feel free to mail me if you like
Revelation and Culmination.
Part 3 of Gay Beginnings.
Bunty had first opened the gates of knowledge and led me into the wonderland of gay sex earlier in the year. After a few months of indulging in the activities he had taught me, I thought we had reached the pinnacle of knowledge and satisfaction. As though to prove me wrong, one evening he told me about anal sex, of how boys could fuck boys. Incredulous as it sounded there was something intriguing about the concept. I had thought that I had already learned all that there was to know about these games, but this revelation showed me how little I really knew. I was young and innocent, wide eyed and wonderstruck at what I had already learned. This new revelation now showed me that I still had much more experience to gain.
He told me about this further wonder around six months after he had started me on the road of sexual enlightenment. We were lying together, spent and sated after a very thorough session of 69 when he started to explain about anal sex. Again he had picked the perfect time. We were on the verge of sleep, tired by our earlier exertions and not capable of producing any further erections or emissions. He told me how, with care and plenty of lubrication, a backside could be penetrated by a cock and the pleasure that this produced. How a finger inserted in the ass could give a hint of the sensations and pleasures to be felt when the act was performed. And of how much satisfaction had been obtained when his cousin had fucked him just the previous day. I had suspected for some time that Bunty was still having sex with his other friends, but had assumed that they were doing the same things we had been doing together. Now I learned that it involved much more.
With these revelations whirling around in my head I dropped off to sleep. Bunty was sleeping over at my home that night as he had done many times during the previous six months. Early the next morning I was woken up by his well lubricated finger sliding into my ass. I was relaxed after the previous night’s strenuous sucking games that we had indulged in and though the feeling was strange and new it was not unpleasant or painful. It soon became erotic and stimulating. Bunty had masturbated and was using his cum as the lubricant to introduce his finger deep into me. I found the sensation exciting and it quickly produced a respectable erection of my organ. Slathering the remnants of his ejaculation onto my cock he started to masturbate me. The sliding motions of his gripping fist, made slippery with cum soon brought on my own emission.
He carefully caught as much of my ejaculate as he could and asked me to turn over on to my stomach and place a pillow under my thighs so my ass was elevated. Then to spread my legs wide and to reach back and hold my ass cheeks open. He knelt between my wide spread legs, his cock again hard and stiff, pointing almost vertically up his belly in anticipation of what was to happen. Using about half of my cum, liberally lathered my ass with it, and pressing some into my hole with his thumb, he even lubricated the first inch or two of the passage. Using the rest to thoroughly coat his cock, after pulling back his foreskin, he pressed the exposed and now purple head to the entrance of my back passage.
With a swift downward motion he thrust the full length of his prick deep into me. At first there was slight pain and a feeling of discomfort. His cock was average sized, not thick or thin, but it was as hard as stone. I had never felt his cock so erect before. He lay there without any movement for some time and told me to remain still as well. Soon my body accommodated the intrusion and when Bunty began to use small movements to withdraw and press his hard cock back inside, it was very erotic and sensual. The well lubricated cock sliding slickly in my ass was so hard it soon expanded the passage. The slight pain and discomfort receded and were replaced by more pleasurable sensations and I made no protest when he started to use longer and deeper strokes till he was withdrawing his prick completely from my ass before plunging back to the full length of his shaft. I could feel his cock spread my ass cheeks as it arrowed into my open hole. Soon I was lifting my butt, eager to meet his downward strokes trying to engulf more of his length within my now accommodating ass. The friction of my cock against the bed sheets soon brought me near to my own climax and when I felt his body stiffen and his cock pulse deep in me as his ejaculation began to fill my hole I shot my load on to the bed with a force I never realised I could produce.
And that was my introduction to anal sex. I had been fucked by a boy younger than I was. And it was done with little fuss, commotion or pain. It had been done with finesse and produced for me a great deal of pleasure and enjoyment. Bunty penetrated me around fifty times over the next few days; we would use any and every excuse possible to sneak away and enjoy half an hour of brisk fucking, on two or three occasions even doing it standing, in the secluded spot near the river. Some days we did it two or three times during the day and the same number of times at night. In this period I was always the bottom and he the top. In a few days I began to ask when I was going to be allowed to sample being the top. Bunty assured me that the time was fast approaching, and that I would be able to sample the pleasure for myself very soon, but only if I was willing once more to obey him without any question. Of course I unhesitatingly agreed to do exactly as told.
It was the following Saturday night. Bunty was again to be sleeping over at my home as my parents were away for the night and expected only to return in the morning. I never realised what was in store for me when Bunty asked me that afternoon if I was ready to experience the top position. I was more than ready and was eager to try fucking an ass and experience the sensations from the position Bunty had occupied till then. I had long since removed the nightlight I had fitted for the first few days Bunty had spent with me in the beginning of our association, and he had also long been accustomed to the fact that when I switched off the lights in my room and had the curtains closed it was perfectly dark with no glimmer of light entering it at all. He asked me to wait in the hall till he was ready for me and had prepared my nuptial bed as he termed it. After a few minutes he opened the door a crack and asking me to close my eyes led me inside. Even with my eyes closed I realised that the room was pitch dark. He stopped just inside the door, and turning, bolted it again. Then came to my side and slipped off my shorts leaving me naked as the day I was born, but with a hard and eager cock thrusting itself from my body.
Just the thought of entering Bunty’s ass was enough to excite me completely. He led me through the dark room without stumbling and brought me to a halt with my knees touching the edge of the bed. I could hear some fumbling and then his hand cupped my cock and applied a load of cum on it, thoroughly lubricating the complete shaft and paying special attention to the head. This brought about a further hardening of the already proudly erect member and the head was now pointing somewhat upward. Bunty told me to remain as I was till he settled his position and then I was to kneel on the bed and feel for legs and ass. I was to place myself as he had done when he first fucked me and was to enter the passage as soon as I located the opening.
Doing as he instructed I knelt down and located the legs spread on both sides of me, and the ass in front. Feeling in the wide spread crack I located the puckered hole and was somewhat surprised to feel it very wet and partially open, just as my ass had felt after Bunty had fucked me a time or two. Without thinking further I eagerly placed the head of my stiff cock against the waiting hole and thrust my full length inside. With surprising ease I slid all the way till the base of my cock was pressing against the soft flesh of the wide spread crack and my belly was pressed hard against the firm butt cheeks below me. Very soon, a slight lifting of the hips under me indicated I should begin my movements. Slowly at first, to savour the feelings, I started to raise and lower my body allowing my rigid cock to plunge in and out of the accommodating yet clasping hole. The sensations generated by this were phenomenal.
Quickly the tempo of the movement built up until I was pulling the full length of my long and thick cock right out of the hole and pressing back down till my pubic hair was grinding into the soft flesh beneath me. The sounds on my body slapping against the tight cheeks of the ass along with the rasping of breath seemed to fill the room. As I built up my speed I could feel the passage around my cock pulse with the impending ejaculation of the boy beneath me. My own climax was approaching fast and my breathing grew ragged and short. It was then that I got the surprise of my life. The lights in the room came on. The sight that greeted me was stunning, yet it could not stop me thrusting my prick deep into the hole for the last time and collapsing downward on top of the body below. I shot wave after wave of cum into the hole sheathing my cock, at the same time I could feel the flow of the boy’s own climax pulsing down the length of his inner passage and the slight jerks as his cum exited his body. In a few minutes the ejaculation caused by my first fuck was over. I had finally penetrated a boy’s ass and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. But it was not the backside I had thought I would be fucking. Nor was it the ass I had expected to ejaculate in. It was not Bunty lying under me.
When the lights in the room came on, the sight that had sent shock waves through me and almost halted my climax, was that of Bunty standing near the switch. It had almost thrown me off the rhythm of my strokes in and out of the ass beneath me, but I had passed the point of no return and could feel my cock swell with the impending passage of my cum down its length and was able to plunge it completely back to the deepest level I could reach for the last time, before expelling my seed in numerous waves.
Collapsing on top of the body beneath me for a few moments, I caught my breath and tried to understand what had happened. Rapidly deflating and going limp, my cock slid out of the accommodating hole it had been sheathed in. I rolled off the boy, stood up and asked Bunty for an explanation. What I was told by a rather subdued Bunty was almost as stunning to me, as had been the original shock I had got on the night he first shared my bed and touched my penis. The boy I had fucked was his cousin Munna, the same one who had introduced Bunty to gay sex a couple of years earlier.
Bunty had been bragging to him about having sex with me and had even been describing my body and the size and shape of my cock. Since then Munna had been asking Bunty to allow him to meet me so he could sample my large and circumcised cock for himself. When Bunty had told Munna that I was now interested to try the top position and had been pestering him to allow me to penetrate his ass, Munna had decided that this was the opportunity he needed and had forced Bunty to give up the idea of getting fucked by me and coerced him into allowing him Munna, to take his place. Bunty had not been willing to forgo the opportunity of sampling my cock himself but had eventually been browbeaten into submission. The price he extracted from Munna for this service was, that he be allowed to thoroughly fuck Munna’s ass before I did. This had been done just minutes before he let Munna slip into my room through the bathroom and take his place on the bed in preparation of my entrance. This explained the ease with which I had been able to penetrate him as well as the hole being wet to my touch.
While Bunty was telling me all of this Munna had propped himself up on the bed and was toying with his half erect cock. The sight of him doing this and of his naked body somehow excited me more than I had been before, and my cock started to rise again. Munna saw this and came to the edge of the bed and asked if he could suck my tool. I allowed him to take it in his mouth, but not for long. My sampling of Munna’s ass had whetted my appetite for fucking and I was now ready to broaden my experience. When Munna had induced a nice erection I asked him to stop sucking me and to masturbate himself. He was a little bit surprised at the way I took charge of the whole situation ,but being younger to me fell to doing what I had asked without protest. Calling Bunty to the bed I removed his clothes and made him lie as Munna had been lying before I had penetrated him. Bunty understood my intentions and spread himself with alacrity. When Munna shot his load I caught it in my hands and used it to lubricate Bunty’s hole and my cock. Taking my position between Bunty’s legs and using my fingers to spread his cheeks apart I exposed the puckered entrance to the passage I was about to enter; now gleaming wet with the applied cum.
My cock, once again hard and erect, also glistening with the application of ejaculate, its head distended and darkly flushed with the intensity of my erection was ready to sample the piercing of an ass for the second time in its life. I moved forward and it pressed on the entry point and slid into Bunty’s back passage. He was tighter than Munna had been but very soon I had pressed my full length, right to the base of my cock, into him. We were both so eager to experience the so long promised action that I had barely entered him when he signalled me to start my thrusts. It was an exquisite sensation to finally feel Bunty’s body beneath me and to have my cock sheathed in his ass. Our bodies fitted together with perfection and the rhythm we created soon took us far above what we had ever experienced in all our prior couplings. True it was only the second time I was experiencing these sensations but it seemed that we were meant for each other and all that had been experienced before was nothing compared to this. Our ejaculations were simultaneous and without being planned or thought about. As I lay atop the supine form below me, his small ass perfectly fitting the natural curve of my hips we were both satisfied to the core.
Perhaps spurred on by the presence of a third person in the room my performance had been much enhanced, my prick harder, the sensations more acute and the time taken to come to climax much longer than it had been for my stint of drilling Munna’s backside. But I like to think it was because we really loved each other.
Bunty later told me he thought I would never stop fucking him and that I would rip his ass apart with the hardness and size of my cock. He had been fucked many times before but had never been taken to such heights of pleasure. That night two new elements had been introduced to me. I had tried and tested the top position and I had been exposed to group sex. I had been unknowingly pushed into sampling this and had taken to it like a duck to water.
Munna remained with us for rest of that night, his presence leading to many different combinations and configurations in our pursuit of gratification. Now fucking, and getting fucked, sucking, getting sucked, kissing and getting kissed took on a whole new meaning. My horizons had broadened suddenly beyond my expectations. Bunty and Munna were not slow to recognise that I was open to any form of sexual gratification and pleasure and soon introduced me to the full range of their experiences, and later to other boys of similar persuasion. Rimming, three and four way fucks or sucks, having your own ass penetrated as you were penetrating another, having one cock in your mouth and one in your ass at the same time while your cock was in a third person’s mouth or ass. The possibilities were endless depending on the number of cocks, holes and mouths present at the time.
The number of sexual votaries in our group waxed and waned over the years I was involved with Bunty and the others. Munna was one of the first to leave, but his place was soon taken by another. As others came and went the connection between me and Bunty remained steadfast and despite the many group sessions we enjoyed we still liked our sessions of one to one sex far more. Bunty would still use any excuse he could find or manufacture to come and spend the night in my bed. I still recollect the feeling of waking up with him clasped in my arms the length of my body pressed to his flesh, legs entwined, cock against the cheeks of his butt. Over the years that followed I have woken up in similar fashion with many other boys but none have ever replaced Bunty in the inner recesses of my heart and mind.
I am old now and not able to do the things I used to do, and have enjoyed over 40 years of sexual adventure and fulfilment; growing in age and in understanding I have come to the realisation that Homo sapiens are indeed sexual animals and that all forms of sex are totally natural. Society is responsible for the labels and the divisions, not nature. Perhaps, because I was such an innocent when I was introduced to this kind of sexuality, devoid of preconceived ideas and notions that I was able to accept all that I was shown, without feeling that it was unnatural or abnormal. I am forever grateful to Bunty for having opened the door to such a wide range of experiences and for exposing me to these variations. Else I might have remained ignorant of the pleasures derived from having sex and sleeping with boys and would have become a hardened heterosexual with a narrow mindset, limited vision, experience and imagination.
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Title: 10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 1: a Frankel story
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Humiliation, Male / Females, Male Domination, Reluctance, Threesome
Introduction:
Dying Billionaire to give fortune to best Cocksucker, as judged by unemployed guy.
Content:
10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 1
Original Story by Frankel
The thing I loved about Mr Potter was his generosity.
He was the richest man in the whole damn town and when he found out he only had one year to live he didn't wallow in self-pity. Instead he used his coming death to make life better for others. Well, in fact, for me.
You see, about twenty years ago when I was just a boy, I did something for Mr Potter that it turns out he never forgot. It was really just an incredibly small thing. I was walking home from school one day when I went past the bank just as Mr Potter was coming out. As he passed me he dropped a twenty dollar bill on the ground. He just kept walking. If I wanted it the money was mine. To me back then twenty dollars was about the most money I had seen in my whole life. I don't know why I did it, but instead of taking the money I called out to Mr Potter and gave it to him.
To say he was stunned is an understatement. He took the twenty, put it back in his wallet and looked down at me.
"What's your name son?" he asked.
"David Michaels," I said.
"Son, I am the richest man you are ever going to meet. All my life I have been surrounded by people who have been after my money, who would do anything to get their hands on it. Some would be prepared to kill me for it. In all my life you are the first person who hasn't robbed me when given the chance. I promise you this - I will not forget it."
That was 20 years ago and if you had asked me until recently if he kept his promise I would have said no. He wouldn't even give me a job in his factory and he is just about the only employer in town.
There are about 100,000 people in Pottersville and the only thing it is famous for is being the home town for Potter himself and his company. He is worth well over ten billion dollars I've been told.
He has no children or heirs of any kind so there had long been discussion about who was going to inherit his wealth when he eventually died. Now you might think you know where this is heading - that he left it all to me - but you would be wrong.
The man himself finally answered the question of inheritance in an interview on breakfast television when he told of his upcoming demise.
The reporter was a lovely young twenty-something blonde from one of the major networks.
"To be blunt," she said, "the news of your coming death has brought to the forefront the topic of your wealth and where it will go when you are gone. Can you tell us anything of your plans?"
"Well, I like the directness of your question and I will answer it equally directly. I have decided all my money and property, indeed everything that is mine, is going to be left to a woman."
I was sitting at home alone when I heard him say that, and my last hope that he would keep his promise left me.
"Son of a bitch," I said to myself. "Leaving it to some whore no doubt. Should have kept that twenty."
"A girlfriend?" she asked. "You're well known as a batchelor. Or is it a niece or a child not revealed to the public?"
"It's a woman is all I can say because at this point I don't know who it is myself. It might even be you."
"Me?" she said a little too excitedly. "But what are you saying? Are you going to give it to a woman at random, like the first name you see in the phone book?"
"No, it's going to be a competition. I am going to leave it up to one man from my home town Pottersville. The woman he votes as giving the best blowjob will win all of my money."
The reporter froze. She stared open mouthed for a good twenty seconds.
"Surely you can't be serious," she said. "You are going to make women perform fellatio on some guy to win your money?"
"Precisely," he said.
Let us just say I was all ears right now.
"But that is outrageous! It is so sexist. Women will never stand for such an outrage!" said the reporter.
"Women will do a lot for money," said Mr Potter. "And for ten billion dollars they will do a lot more."
"But, but," the reporter stammered. "But what, women will have to randomly perform oral sex on any man in the town in the hope of getting their vote."
"Not any man," he said. "Just David Michaels. A thirty year old unemployed man from Pottersville. He did something for me once that no one else ever did. I promised I wouldn't forget and I didn't. This is his reward."
"Mr Potter, this is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard." she said.
"It's the chance of a lifetime is what it is," said Mr Potter. He turned to the camera. "Remember girls, you have to be 18 or over to enter and you can blow him as many times as you like as often as you like. The judging period lasts for twelve months from now. On this date next year whichever girl David Michaels thinks gives the best head wins the lot. Provided I am dead of course."
Now this was the best news I had ever heard. I was a little dubious, though. Would most women react the way that the reporter did, with outrage, or would there be fleets of busses with desperate cheerleaders already heading to town?
It was a Monday morning when the announcement was made and I was home alone. It had been four long years since any girl had given me a blowjob and I was in the habit of wanking in the morning to my collection of porn, but suddenly I had good reason to believe the next 12 months would be strictly hands free.
I decided to go for an early morning walk; perhaps I would be lucky and some early morning jogger would have already heard the news. It seemed like the best way to gauge the general reaction to the news, and besides I liked to walk down by the river some mornings as the sun rose; it was peaceful and was a relaxing way to start the day. It sure beat the hell out of standing in line at the unemployment office or begging for jobs that didn't exist which is how I spent a lot of my time.
As I reached the river I was surprised to see a woman in jogging gear down on her knees in the middle of the path, her pony tail swaying back and forth as she blew a male jogger. The man was so fixated on what the woman was doing as she sucked his cock he didn't notice me until I was almost with him.
I suddenly realised what was happening. The son of a bitch had told her that he was me. She thought she was blowing David Michaels.
He gripped the woman's head as if he was afraid she might back away. He looked at me with a worried expression and I decided to let him have his fun.
"Poor guy," I thought. "It won't take women long to work out who the real David Michaels is. Might as well let it go, as it'll be the only head he gets for the next 12 months."
I kept walking, feeling very generous, and was pleased to see my 19 year old neighbour, Kate, come into view only a few minutes later.
I'd watched this girl grow up, and for the last couple of years had seen her small tits become large and almost miraculously pert yet bouncy. She had long brunette hair and a pretty face with big blue eyes. In short she was the sort of girl it was torture to see walk past your house each day, knowing you stood no chance of ever having her.
"But who knows now?" I thought.
I stopped and waited for her to approach. When she was about twenty meters from me she stopped and looked at me as if appraising me. Finally she walked up to me, panting slightly still, with her hands on her hips.
"Hi there, Mr Michaels," she said. "Up early."
"Have to be," I said. "I'm on duty."
She looked me up and down and seemed reluctant to take the next step, as if unable to convince herself to do something unpleasant.
"It's true what they say then, Mr Michaels?" she said. "You choose who gets the money?"
"Of course," I said. "And if you want my vote you better get on your knees pretty quick. I don't like the hesitation. Makes me think you don't want to do it."
She stayed silent, biting her lip as if she couldn't bring herself to do it. I could hardly blame her, I was a lot older and hardly the best looking guy in town, but I was also the key to a fortune.
"The longer it takes for you to get on your knees and blow me, the more insulted I get and the lower I mark you. You're making a ten billion dollar bet here girl, you better be careful."
For just a moment I saw a look of disgust in her eyes before she was able to control it. Then she smiled and stepped toward me.
"You make it sound like I might lose," Kate said. "I win whether you vote for me or not. If you do the money is mine. If you don't, I still get to give you head."
She ran a finger down my chest and gently across my hard cock inside my shorts.
"How about we go into the bushes, Mr Michaels," she said. "I've always dreamt about tasting your cock. Been dreaming of it for years."
Now this was more like it. I led her by the hand into some thick bushes by the river side and stopped when we were no longer visible from the path. Unlike the other guy I didn't fancy doing time for committing a lewd act in public and find the only blowjob I got was from a guy called Tiny in H Division.
Kate took off her top and bra, revealing the roundest and most mouth-watering tits I had ever seen. She went to kiss me but I wasn't in the mood for mucking around anymore and put both hands on her head and pushed her to her knees.
She pulled down my shorts and underpants and my cock sprang up hard in front of her face. I pushed her head forward and saw a brief moment of doubt and fear in her eyes before she willed herself to open her lips and take my cock in her mouth.
I knew this girl well enough to know that my cock was without a doubt the first to pass her lips. She couldn't hide her disgust as my sweaty cock passed over her tongue. My cock travelled deeper and deeper into her mouth. Finally it hit the back of her throat, causing her to cough slightly as her throat contracted around my dick.
She composed herself enough to look up at me and smile with her eyes as her lips sealed around my shaft and she started to slowly move her head back and forth.
"That's it, Kate," I said. "Suck that cock like you've always wanted to."
She was getting on top of her emotions now and started to moan, softly at first, then louder as I began to thrust my cock back and forth past her tightly sucking lips.
An image of her in the school uniform that she had only recently grown out of passed through my eyes, and I felt my orgasm build as I gripped her hair in my hands.
"Oh, I'm close," I said.
For a moment she tried to pull away but I gripped her hair tightly, a none too subtle reminder of who was in charge. I fucked her mouth rapidly as my cock tightened and cum burst from my cock into her mouth.
She grimaced as the cum collected on her tongue and I kept thrusting my cock into her mouth. Again she tried to pull away, but I still would not let her go.
"You will be judged on whether you swallow or not," I said.
With my cock still in her sweet mouth she closed her eyes and forced herself to swallow my load. It seemed to get stuck in her throat as she coughed and put a hand to her neck, grimacing as she swallowed again.
I released her hair and she fell back panting and coughing, her eyes filling with tears.
I pulled my pants back up.
"Not bad," I said. "But there's a lot of women out there and a long time to go, so don't blame me if you lose. If I were you I'd work on your swallowing. Next time I want you to smile as it goes down."
I walked away as she put her bra and top back on. I could sense the shame she was feeling. She was going to have to get past that if she was going to win.
I headed back home then and turned on the television for the morning news. They had helicopters in the sky filming traffic jams that were forming on the main highway into town.
On the ground they had reporters doing interviews with people stuck in their cars in traffic. There were groups of young women in cars from all over the country making their way towards me and every one of them was desperate to suck my cock.
"Thank you Mr Potter," I said as I saw a reporter interviewing an entire team of cheerleaders.
When I saw pictures of a team of young nurses with the most perfect breasts arriving by train in the shortest white uniforms, I decided I had rested long enough.
"How the fuck did they get here so fast?" I thought. "It's been less than two hours. They must have started coming straight away. Time to get some of that action."
But before I even got to my front door someone was knocking on it. I opened the door and found a couple of blonde backpackers on my doorstep. They were so beautiful with tight-fitting denim shorts and pink singlets. They had their hair tied in pigtails and were smiling sweetly, their big blue eyes making them look like Swedish Godesses.
"Hi," they said together.
"Here to blow me?" I asked.
"Sure," they said in thick Swedish accents. "We do it together for you?"
"Absolutely," I said.
They dropped to their knees at once and pried my cock from my pants on the doorstep. At first one sucked my cock while the other licked my balls, and then they swapped. They worked together like a well trained team so that my cock was always being sucked hard, the rest time they had licking my balls giving them the energy they needed to keep deepthroating me.
I looked up and saw women were lining up at men's houses all along the street. Obviously there was still some confusion about where I actually lived and who I was.
"They'll find out eventually," I thought. "I'll let my neighbours have some fun in the meantime."
Two cheerleaders stopped at my front gate and called out to me.
"Are you David Michaels?" they asked.
"You bet," I said slowly thrusting my cock into one of the Swedish girls’ mouths.
"You and every guy on the street," they said.
"I'm the real one," I said. "Trust me. If you want you can book a time with me for later."
"What time?" they asked.
These girls were so hot I felt like inviting them to join in now, but then had a better idea.
"Come by tonight at 10. You can stay the night if you both suck my cock for a few hours. I've got room in my bed for you both."
The backpackers didn't seem to like me taking bookings while they blew me and the one who wasn't sucking me stood up and raised her shirt to expose her tits then guided my head to them. I sucked her nipple like a pacifier, the first tit I had had in my mouth for years, and I savoured the taste of it.
It had been so long since I had a tit in my mouth that I had forgotten how much I loved the soft warmth of a woman's breasts. I sucked from one tit to the other, for the first time in my life having the incredible feeling of sucking a soft nipple while another woman took my cock in her warm wet mouth.
Even though I had cum once already I could not hold out for long.
I took her nipple out of my mouth and forced her back down to her knees. I took my cock out of the other Swede's mouth and came over both their faces.
For a moment they seemed unsure of what to do as my cum glistened on their faces.
"I mark higher for girl's that swap the cum," I said.
At once their tongues began licking over each other's faces, lapping up my cum like a cat drinking milk until they had swallowed it all.
"We are Helga and Olga," they said. "Please vote for us."
"I'll need another sample of your work," I said. "To make sure it was no fluke. Come back at midday tomorrow."
They looked a little reluctant.
"But we have shown you how good we are already," one said.
"Oh well," I said. "I don't vote on a one off encounter. Unless you come back I won't be able to vote for you I'm afraid."
"O.K," she said. "We will come back when we can."
"Tomorrow," I said. "Noon. Otherwise no vote."
"Very well," they said reluctantly.
I closed the door and was half way back to my chair when I heard someone knock again.
Thinking it was the Swedes I was going to tell them to clear off, but found when I opened the door it wasn't them at all.
It was my twenty-five year old smart arse but very fine looking unemployment officer. The bitch who had made my life a living hell for the last few years as I searched for work. The smart arse who I knew looked down at me like a piece of dirt and liked to tease with me with her tight fitting shirts and mini-skirts.
"Here about the blowjob?" I asked.
She looked shocked and for a minute I thought I might have been the one who blew it. This straight laced bitch was likely to cut off my benefits for a line like that.
Then to my great surprise and relief she said, "Yes."
I didn't care if I had just cum on the faces of two Swedish girls, my dick was going in her mouth hard or soft, sticky with cum or clean even if it took me three hours to get it back up and the rest of my life to cum.
Fucking her face was my number one fantasy and thanks to Mr Potter it was about to come true.
"O.K," I said. "But I get to tie you up,"
"O.K," she said.
"And I'm going to make it hard," I said. "You're going to have to earn my vote."
"O.K," she said, unable to meet my gaze.
"Christ," I thought. "Have all these women gone insane?! Only one of them can win."
"You better come in then," I said.
I led her into the house and showed her into the bedroom and made her lie down on the bed.
"Take your clothes off," I said. "I'll be back in a minute."
I went into the laundry and collected a length of rope from the cupboard and returned to the bedroom to see her lying nervously on the bed. I had dreamt of taking her by force for years and wasn't about to question her stupidity in thinking I would ever vote for the bitch who made my life hell no matter how well she sucked.
Before she had time to reconsider I turned her over and tied her arms behind her back then connected the rope to the bed and made her sit up against the bed head, taking a hard grope of her breasts.
Despite the morning’s work my cock was already hard watching her squirm in front of me. It occurred to me that if it had been only a few million dollars no woman would have done what she was doing, not for the slim odds of actually getting the money. But 10 billion dollars changed everything. It was so much money common sense had gone out the window.
Just as I was climbing on top of her to take a free titfuck before putting it in her mouth my phone rang. It was annoying but I figured she was tied up and not going anywhere soon so I might as well take the call; it would stop whoever it was calling back and ruining what shaped as the greatest blowjob ever.
I ran out into the kitchen and picked up my cordless phone.
"Hello," I said.
"Is this Mr Michaels?" an unfamiliar male voice asked.
"Yes," I said returning to my captive.
She was looking less than pleased with me for making her wait while I answered the phone.
"I represent a major booking agent. We've begun offering a new service this morning to you to help with the unusual demands being placed on you following the recent news."
"What kind of service?" I asked climbing on to my bitch and rubbing my cock over her face. She opened her mouth to take it but I pulled away, teasing her with it.
"Well, we are aware you will soon be overwhelmed with the number of offers for sexual services you are receiving. We are offering to act as your agent, taking bookings on your behalf and scheduling women to your needs."
The bitch was reaching for my cock so I pushed her head back into the bedhead and slammed my dick into the back of her throat. Her eyes opened wide in shock as I started fucking her helpless face.
"At a fee, I suppose," I said.
"Kind of," he said. "It's at no cost to you. We simply take ten per cent of the money the women pay to access you."
"Say what?" I said. "Women are wanting to pay?"
"You're not letting them do it for free are you sir?" he asked.
"Women are wanting to pay?" I repeated.
My unemployment officer gagged as I held my cock in the back of her throat.
"Yes, sir," he said. "We are suggesting a price of $1000 for access to you, plus our commission."
"Shit," I said. "I'm letting my unemployment case worker suck me for nothing!"
"See, sir," said the agent. "You really need our help. She is taking advantage of you."
The bitch was looking up at me while I rammed my dick down her throat and the feeling of power I had over her was almost as good as the feeling of my cock in her warm wet throat. I could tell she was doing everything she could to keep from throwing up as she squirmed beneath me, bucking her hips and straining at her wrist restraints beneath her.
And yet this guy reckoned she was using me!
"Can we sign you up as a client?" the guy on the phone asked.
"Sure," I said.
Suddenly I saw the genius of Mr Potter. He was paying me back twice. Once in a year of blowjobs from the sexiest women in the world and also in money. At $1000 a pop I would be a millionaire by the year's end.
"Excellent, sir," he said. "Just send us your email address and we will start booking girls for you. Send us any preferences for things like hair colour, breast size and fetishes and we will start booking girls in. Don't worry, you are free to reject girls or alter bookings at any time."
"Alright," I said. "Thanks."
He gave me the email address but I didn't have a pen, so I looked down at the bitch below me and said, "Remember this address - [email protected]."
I hung up the phone, gripped her head and really started to fuck her mouth hard.
She started to gag on it and make this "ugk ugk ugk" sound as my shaft pounded her face. She drooled spit out of the side of her mouth and kicked her legs in the air as she struggled to breathe and keep from throwing up. I relentlessly kept fucking her face for half an hour, my earlier explosions keeping me from cumming too fast.
Finally, when her face was covered in spit and tears I let my orgasm build to breaking point and withdrew my cock to her lips so I could cum on her tongue, forcing her to let it run over her whole mouth before swallowing it.
At last I pulled my cock out of her mouth and dragged it over her face.
"You fucking prick," she said. "Why did you have to be so rough?"
"You want my vote or not?" I said. "Be a pity if I had to vote for someone else after all that."
She wanted to say something else but clearly thought better of it.
"Can you please untie me now?" she asked. "I have to get back to work."
"Later," I said. "I've got something I need to do first."
She screamed at me as I left the room, leaving her tied to the bed.
I turned on my mobile phone, the only access to the internet I could afford, and sent my email details to the agency, including my preference for rough oral with young innocent women. I went back to my employment officer and played with her tits for a few minutes as she tried to pull away from me.
"You fucking son of a bitch," she said. "Let me go or I'll have you charged with rape."
I decided at that point it had gone far enough.
"Relax bitch," I said. "I thought you wanted my vote."
"I do," she said. "And I'll blow you any time you want any way you want but I need to go. Besides I could make you enjoy it more if you would let me move."
I span her over and untied her hands.
"I like it when you can't move, bitch. If you want my vote that's the way it's done. But if you want another go you'll need to book."
At that moment my email alert rang and I opened the message on my phone.
"Book!" she said. "How dare you!"
"Not only book it will cost you too."
"Cost me!"
"A thousand bucks," I said, reading the email from my agent. They had my registration complete already and I was fully booked for the week, one blowjob every four hours from 6 am till midnight with the midnight girl booked as my "bed companion".
There was a profile of every girl and not one of them was over 19, most of them cheerleaders, and every one of them willing to enact rape fantasies as I requested.
"This," I thought, "is the Golden Age. I'm going to make 5000 bucks a day raping young women in the mouth. Thank you Mr Potter!"
"I have a spot available Monday week," I said. "But like I said one thousand bucks and you need to book through my agency."
She quickly dressed, clearly furious, but I was already reading the profile of my next girl. There was even a message from her.
"Hi, I'm Susie," it read. "I am 18 years old and a high school senior from California. I have D sized natural breasts and am happy to blow you any way you want. Happy to fulfil any fantasy."
She was due at 2 so I had some time to recuperate and plan for her. I have always had really strong rape fantasies and suddenly I not only had an endless supply of women, not only to do it with, but who were willing to pay me a lot of money.
Well, willing might be the wrong word. Perhaps prepared to do it for the chance at becoming a billionaire would be closer to the mark.
I decided I wanted to take this one at knife point in the kitchen.
I emailed instructions to her via my agent and had a brain wave. If I was going to get this much action at home I needed to record it for posterity - after all 12 months from now this dream would end and I was not going to be number 1 on the must employ list of whichever woman got Potter's money.
I quickly ran into town and stopped in at the local electronics store and purchased, on credit, a four camera home surveillance kit. It was good quality with audio and all cameras recorded to a hard drive. I bought a couple of back up hard drives and now had the capacity to record everything that went on in all four rooms of my house for the next couple of months.
As I was paying for it, I couldn't work out why the sales clerk was kind of distracted until I looked down and saw a woman was below the counter sucking his cock while he served me.
Then I noticed his name tag. "David Michaels" was written on a piece of tape, covering whatever his real name was.
He smiled at me nervously, afraid I might give him away, but I just smiled back happy for him to have his fun while it lasted.
He was just about the only man I saw while I was out. I couldn't believe how quiet it was on the streets. The only foot traffic was young women in between blowjobs, as they still tried to find out who I was. I gave my agents details to the better looking ones and turned down offers from at least twenty older women on the way home.
Ordinarily I would have jumped on any of the women who offered, but things were different now and somewhere out there was my young 2 p.m schoolgirl preparing to let me fuck her mouth.
When I got home I quickly installed the cameras myself, not bothering to hide them. Any woman who wanted my vote was going to have to deal with the fact she was being recorded in her efforts to get it.
When it was ready I put a key under my doormat for my next girl and went for a lie down to recover my strength. I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew it was 2.15 and I could hear the sound of someone moving about in the kitchen.
I got up, undressed and went out to examine my next victim.
I opened the kitchen door slightly and was greeted by the sight of an 18 year old schoolgirl in a plaid mini skirt and white shirt. She had her hair up in pig tails and was wearing white bobby socks and black leather shoes. She was every man's fantasy with perfect round breasts and big fuck me eyes with bright red lipstick and flawless skin.
I made a noise so she would know I was watching her. I saw her tense up as she sat at the kitchen table pretending to read. I liked knowing that she knew I was watching her. That she knew my cock was getting hard as my eyes wandered over her perfect body. That she knew in a few seconds she would be on her knees, a knife at her neck, a hand pulling on her pigtails and a cock plunging in her mouth.
She knew what was coming and could only sit and wait. There were two doors leading into the kitchen so I decided to go around to the lounge and into the kitchen through the other door. That way I could come in from behind her, unseen until the last moment.
I slowly and silently pushed open the kitchen door in the lounge and stepped carefully into the kitchen. She was frozen, barely breathing as she waited for me to strike. I took a knife from the kitchen counter and sprang on her.
I held the knife to her throat as I dragged her from her chair by her pig tails. She fell to the floor screaming and I ripped open her shirt, buttons scattering across the floor as her braless tits bounced free of their confinement.
"No," she screamed. She was either a good actor or genuinely scared but either way I was going to fuck her pretty face. She had agreed in writing to let me rape her mouth so no rape accusation would stand up now. I pulled her to her knees by her pony tail and put the knife in front of her face.
"Please no, sir," she said. "I've changed my..."
But I didn't let her finish the sentence. Having taken my cock out I pushed it into her mouth. She looked up at me through tear-filled eyes, trying to push me away with her hands while I gripped her hair in one hand to keep her head still and pounded my cock into her throat. I kept the knife near her eyes as a constant reminder not to bite if she really had had a change of heart.
"Suck it bitch!" I screamed as she refused to wrap her lips around my shaft. "You don't suck, I don't vote."
Still she refused to seal her lips around my cock and I knew she really had changed her mind.
"I'm not fucking around bitch!" I said. "You agreed to this so you suck it. This knife's not just for show!"
Finally she was scared enough and her lips wrapped around my cock.
"Lick it bitch!" I said and at once her tongue started flicking up and down my shaft, her eyes pleading for mercy as she gagged on my cock.
I had cum three times already today and it took me another half an hour of relentless pounding of the young girl's face to finally feel the cum rise up my shaft and pulse in short sharp bursts into her mouth.
She gagged and choked on it, clearly disgusted by the salty taste but I didn't let go of her hair until she had swallowed it all.
I pushed her to the ground and pulled my pants up as she gathered her breath back, lying face down on the floor, her face covered in spit and tears.
At last she looked back up at me.
"Will you vote for me?" she asked.
"Maybe," I said. "If you come back again and suck when I tell you to."
"I thought you wanted me to struggle," she said, still on her knees at my feet.
"I also want you to obey," I said. "You'll get the hang of it."
"But I can't afford another go," she said.
"Maybe you should turn some tricks, then," I said. "Blow some of my neighbours for cash and use it to pay for me."
I didn't really care if she came back or not. I had no problems in terms of supply. But I found the idea of her turning tricks for my neighbours so she could afford to blow me absolutely irresistible.
It was even better when she said, "OK."
This was going to be a fun year. |
Title: 10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 2: a Frankel story
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Humiliation, Male / Female Teens, Male Domination, Reluctance, Romance
Introduction:
He meets Lisa, who loves sucking cock and hates other women.
Content:
10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 2
Original story by Frankel
My cheerleaders turned up at 10 p.m right on time.
They were the last of the girls I'd booked myself before the agency had taken over the bookings. They were blonde, with massive natural tits and lips that just made you ache to fuck them.
I decided to waive my 1000 dollar fee and let these two babes suck me off for free but I had made some plans in the meantime to make things more interesting.
Of course the agency had booked a girl for me as well and she turned up a few minutes later. She was a 22 year old nurse equally busty and beautiful, in a tight short nurse’s uniform, and she was entirely pissed off when she found the cheerleaders were staying the night as well.
"It cost me a thousand bucks to get my go," she said. "It's my one chance to win the 10 billion dollars and I have to share it with these two!"
"Take it or leave it, bitch," I said.
A few days ago I would have given both legs just to touch her tits but now I had so many girls wanting to blow me I could afford to be picky. If you haven't read part 1 of my story you'll be wondering why - all I can say is you should go and read it because I've got better things to do than waste time explaining it all again.
My young nurse decided to take it and I showed her and the cheerleaders into my bedroom, where I had spent a few hours preparing something special for my first overnight guests.
I'd hooked up a series of ropes and pullies to the ceiling which I intended to suspend my guests from.
Without asking their opinion I quickly attached a rope around each girl's legs.
"What are you doing?!" the nurse asked when I finished tying the cheerleaders’ legs together and moved to her. "This is supposed to be just a blowjob and it is meant to be just me."
Without responding I wrapped the rope around her legs and pulled it tight so she couldn't move. I then stood and pulled her arms behind her back and tied them together tightly before moving in front of her and ripping open her nurse’s uniform to reveal her fantastic bouncy yet firm breasts.
I slapped them twice and moved to tie up the more compliant cheerleaders’ arms while the nurse bitched about this not being what she was told would happen.
"Every time you bitch I deduct points," I told her. "That ten billion is slipping away from you fast."
She fell quiet and dropped her gaze, the reminder of what was at stake bringing out her submissive side.
Then I revealed what was really at play for these bed time guests. Starting with the nurse I pulled down on the rope binding her legs which was connected to a pulley. At once she fell to the floor, then as I pulled harder, she turned upside down and rose into the air until her feet were a foot from the ceiling and her upside down head level with my cock.
"Oh fuck," she screamed.
Even the cheerleaders were nervous now but not in a position to do much as I raised them up into a similar position, the three women now forming an upside down cocksuckers triangle. The cheerleaders mini-skirts flipped over to reveal their bare pussies and arses and I tore off their tops allowing their big tits to bounce free towards their faces.
I moved into the space between them and pushed on them in turn so that they swung back and forth in front of me. I took out my cock and, grabbing the nurse’s head, I stopped her swinging and forced my dick into her mouth as she opened it to complain some more.
With one hand gripping her hair I started to fuck her poor mouth as she moaned in protest at my cock's invasion of her throat. With my other hand I pushed out at both cheerleaders causing them to swing back and forth, crashing into each other and their tits swinging as they collided.
I held my dick deep in the nurse’s mouth as she tried to buck and squirm out of my grip, but was powerless to break free as my cock blocked her breathing and gagged her.
The cheerleaders were getting scared now too as they saw the nurse gagging on my cock and knew that soon that would be them. The younger one started to cry as she swung back and forth and I knew then it was her turn.
I released the nurse and discarded her by pushing her as far back as she would go and then letting her swing into the cheerleaders, her body crashing into them and their prominent tits squashing together.
"I've changed my..." was all the younger cheerleader had time to say before my cock filled her mouth. The nurse and the other cheerleader came to rest against either side of my arse.
I started to swing my hips, thrusting my dick into the barely legal cheerleader’s throat, gagging her with each thrust.
"Kiss my arse, bitches," I said to the others, and reluctantly they began to kiss by buttocks as drool drained from the cheerleader’s upside down head as I mercilessly fucked her mouth.
Her mouth and throat were so small and wet that it was constant and pure pleasure for me as I throat fucked her but undoubtedly an unending agony for her as she fought for half an hour to keep from throwing up.
Finally I decided to unload in her mouth and pushed myself all the way into her throat and let the cum burst into her mouth as she squirmed and tried to get away while the nurse and older cheerleader licked their now dry and exhausted tongues over my arse cheeks.
I stayed inside her throat until she had swallowed the entire load then pulled out and rubbed my softening cock over her spit and tear stained face.
"Can you let us down now?" said the nurse.
I groped the nurse’s amazing tits in my hand and let my cock dangle in front of her face until she got the hint and began to lick it, her dehydrated tongue moistening as it collected the slimy mixture left behind by the young cheerleader.
"I'm going to sleep now," I said.
The nurse and cheerleaders looked up at me hopefully, thinking I would let them down but instead I pushed my bed underneath them. I then climbed onto the bed and took their long hair and tied them together so that their heads were linked in a tight triangle with only a small space between them.
I then raised them up with the ropes and slid my waist down underneath their heads before lowering them back down, my cock now filling the space between their three upside down mouths.
"While I sleep you girls suck," I said. "I expect to have a few wet dreams tonight."
"No," said the nurse. "Let us down. We'll die if we are upside down all night. How can you even judge our blowjobs if you're asleep?"
"I can let you down right now," I said. "But I can also promise you get jack shit if I do. I like a woman with spirit so I was going to rate you pretty well, maybe even winning, but if you fight too much, well I can't make you the winner if you never really blow me can I?"
To tell the truth I hate a woman with spirit but I knew I was in danger of having her back out and I really wanted her to taste my cum.
Until you get the power of money that I had you will always underestimate how much power it gives you. Even I was surprised when all three girls, bound and hanging upside down, began to lick my dick together.
Because you are not me you will never know just how good it feels to have three young women licking your cock together while hanging upside down over your bed.
I got hard again immediately as my cock was quickly covered with their saliva. The girls seemed to be almost fighting with each other as they fought to be the girl who had the head of my cock in their mouth. I realised they must have thought this would get them rated higher if they were the one sucking the head of my cock.
"Christ they are stupid," I thought. "As if I'll even remember them a year from now."
All three of them started to moan as if sucking and licking my cock was some kind of a turn on for them.
"Straight out of pornstar 101," I thought. "But I'm not complaining."
The nurse had moved from biggest whinger to most desperate cocksucker, bobbing her head up and down over the head of my cock while the two cheerleaders licked either side of my ballsack.
I couldn't hold out against the incredible tension of the nurse’s lips around my cock and started to thrust in time with her head as my explosion built.
"Swallow it, you dirty whore," I said and my cum burst out of my cock, a small load after so many others that day but still enough to make the poor girl wince as she swallowed.
I closed my eyes and felt the three tongues continue to lick over my softening shaft and balls as I drifted off to sleep.
Truth be known I actually didn't have any wet dreams that night. I think my balls were so drained by this stage they just wanted some time off as well.
The poor girls did as they were told though. I woke up a few times in the night to find their tongues still licking in a desperately tired kind of way around my disinterested cock.
But I would then drift back off to sleep for a while and finally woke in the morning to the sound of my doorbell ringing and the driest tongues I had ever felt still lapping at my now hardening cock.
I realised the person at the door was my morning blowjob and decided I felt like some fresh meat so I raised up the deathly tired trio and slipped out of the room, leaving them swaying upside down.
When I opened the door my heart very nearly stopped and strangely my cock softened. There was the most beautiful girl I would ever see.
She had the deepest brown eyes and straight black hair with a smile that went straight to your heart.
There was no way I could facefuck this girl. She was someone you either loved or worshipped and most likely both.
Don't get me wrong, I would love to get a blowjob from her but nothing brutal. What I had done with these other girls was almost like a game to me because I didn't care about them. But within a second of seeing this girl I knew I would never be able to do anything to hurt her or make her upset.
"Are you my morning girl?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "But I need to talk with you first. I don't want to do anything until I've discussed something with you first."
"OK," I said. "Sure."
I suddenly realised I was naked. It had already become so normal to have my cock out in front of a girl’s face that I was forgetting it wasn't normal. But now in front of this angel I rediscovered my modesty and, letting her in, quickly raced to my bedroom and threw on some clothes.
"Can you let us down now?" asked the nurse groggily.
I was about to relent when my morning date opened the door. To my amazement she smiled when she saw the upside down women, tied together by their hair and bound arms and legs.
"Perfect," she said. "Just perfect."
She looked back to me and said, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lisa. I think you are going to like what I have to say. Leave these girls up there for a while. Looks to me they don't deserve to come back down yet."
She turned and walked away and I could only follow, my heart already turning into a slave to this beautiful creature.
When I got into the lounge room she got straight down on her knees and pulled down my tracksuit pants. My cock quickly stiffened as she licked it and then teasingly left it by her mouth as she spoke.
"First thing I have to say is that I am not after the money. Well not all of the money. I did some calculations and worked out I only need five million dollars to live happily for the rest of my life. If you vote for me I will write up an agreement where I give you back the other 9,995,000,000."
And I didn't even have to ask if she was serious. This girl was no liar and I knew it.
"I'll still suck your cock, because I want to, and I won't tell a soul about our agreement so you'll still get a year of paid blowjobs."
"You'll make girls blow me even though they can't possibly win?" I asked. "Why?"
"Because I hate women," she said. "All my life I have suffered at the hands of other women. Bitchy women who are jealous of me. I have an effect on men, I know that, but I can't help it. Women have always hated me though I've never done anything wrong. I've always been bullied, socially isolated, sneered at and called names. I've never had a female friend."
She sucked my cock down to the back of her throat, and at once I saw she was perfect in every way. No wonder women hated her. I would have left any girl just to get near her.
"With 5 million I never have to worry about anything and I get to know that all those little bitches who made my life hell are suffering for no reason at all. Myself, I love giving head. Men have always loved me too and I do it because I want to love them back. Nothing could be funnier to me than seeing girls tied up like they were in your bedroom thinking they can get their hands on the money when in fact it will be almost all yours with a little bit left for me to live a comfortable life."
"I thought Mr Potter was clever," I said. "But you are a true genius."
"Have we a deal?" she asked licking my balls softly.
"Damn right we do," I said.
"Good," she said, and stood up and took me by the hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Come on," she said smiling. "I want to blow you in front of those tied up chicks. When I suck you tell me I'm better at it than them. I want them to know they've been tied up and facefucked for nothing. How long did you have them like that for anyway?"
"All night," I said.
She burst out laughing.
"You are the genius," she said. "I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
She led me down the hallway into my bedroom where the three women were hung.
"For fuck's sake let us go," said the nurse.
"Oh relax," said Lisa. "He can't help it if you overstayed your booking. Once I've sucked his cock he'll let you go."
And with that she dropped to her knees in front of me, quickly removing her grey jumper to reveal the most magnificent breasts I would ever see. This time she wasted no time in putting my cock straight into her mouth and sucking, her deep brown eyes staring up at me as her lips wrapped tightly around my cock.
For ten billion dollars no other woman so far had got close to giving me the kind of pleasure that this woman gave me for the promise of 5 million. Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue flicked over the head so fast I couldn't help but cry out.
She quickly developed a rhythm to her sucking, her head shooting back and forth rapidly yet her eyes never left mine and the smile never left her face.
"Oh Christ," I said. "We have a winner already."
"What the fuck!" screamed the nurse. "We sucked your limp dick all fucking night and this bitch sucks it for a second and she is your favourite. You fucking son of a bitch!"
"If you spent a little less time complaining you might have learnt how to suck cock properly," I said.
The three girls hanging from my ceiling were seething with anger but I couldn't care less. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen was on her knees before me and my cock felt like it had arrived in heaven.
I took her head in my hands but this time not to force her. This time I stroked her hair as her head bobbed up and down, letting her set her own pace as she seemed to have an instinct about how to make it as good as possible.
"Oh God, you are the best," I said. "No one ever sucked cock like you before!"
And it was true. I knew why she had trouble with women. Women could be very jealous and she was perfect in every way. To men she was perfection but to women she was competition and competition they could not hope to beat. Instead they would try and destroy her, to bully and isolate her until she broke. She had clearly had this from them all her life and I was her ultimate payback. Every gold digger was after me but she got there first with a better plan, better body, better blowjob. And deep down she was a better person.
She took my cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, "Oh please give me your cum, show these girls how much I turn you on. Show them how a girl is supposed to take it."
Then she put me back in her mouth and as if they had heard her words my balls grew tight and my orgasm built so fast and hard that I had to grip her hair to keep from falling over.
"I'm cumming," I said and she looked up at me and smiled through her eyes as my cum shot into her mouth. She moaned in genuine delight as her mouth was flooded, opening her mouth as I withdrew and showing me the cum on her tongue.
Lisa crawled on to the bed and untied the suspended girls’ hair and forced her way in between them. The nurse tried to turn her head away but Lisa forced her cum covered tongue into the nurse’s mouth and let the cum drip into the nurse’s reluctant mouth.
Typically the nurse winced at the taste.
"Go on bitch," said Lisa. "Share it."
Lisa forced the nurses face into the cheerleaders’ faces and the nurse was forced to either swallow or spit the cum into the other girls’ faces. She chose to spit and my cum was soon dripping from the cheerleaders’ faces.
Lisa then licked it off their faces and swallowed it herself as if reluctant to waste it on them.
"The girl who swallows gets the points," Lisa said. "Too bad for you."
At last Lisa and I decided to untie the girls and we let them fall roughly onto the bed and untied their hands.
"How about we go out for breakfast," said Lisa. "My treat."
"I think I'll love you until I die," I blurted out.
"Of course you will," she said.
She led me down the hall as the other girls scrambled back into their uniforms, struggling to find their feet after so many hours suspended from the ceiling.
"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" I asked as we reached the lounge.
"Having breakfast with you. After that who knows."
"I've got new girls every four hours," I said. "Want to give me a hand with them? I thought you might enjoy tormenting them."
"I thought you would never ask," she said smiling. "You and I will make one hell of a team!"
And just for fun she knelt down and kissed my cock through my pants.
"But I'm your girl now," she said. "So I don't pay for this now, do I?"
"Only 9,995,000,000 dollars," I said.
She continued smiling.
"Cheap at the price," she said. She took out my cock and began sucking as the nurse and cheerleaders staggered out the door.
"I'll let you know how you went later," I called out to them as my cock couldn't help but grow hard in Lisa's mouth again. "Feel free to make another booking."
Strangely I never heard from them again. |
Title: 10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 3: a Frankel/Lisa story
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Group Sex, Humiliation, Male / Female Teens, Male Domination, Reluctance, School, Written by women
Introduction:
Teaching the girls how to suck at the Blowjob School
Content:
10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 3
Original story by Lisa. Frankel retired due to illness, and Lisa wrote a few stories herself. She based her character on the girl in this story; her real name was not Lisa. I have more on Lisa in the first paragraph of “The Necromancer and Lisa”.
Lisa was full of ideas.
If it hadn't been for her I probably would have just sat around for a year getting unlimited blowjobs from 18 year old cheerleaders until I picked one to give the 10 billion dollar prize money to and then sadly returned to my pathetic old life with nothing but a year of memories to jerk off too.
But she had agreed to let me keep all but a few million dollars of Mr Potter's money and was giving me the best damn blowjobs I had ever had.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you," I said to her as she swallowed yet another load of my cum.
"I'm not doing any of this for you," she said bluntly as she tucked her tits back into her shirt. "This is all about revenge."
Lisa had had a bad time at the hands of other women her whole life. They had been jealous of her natural beauty and sexual talents and had bullied and isolated her until she could stand it no more. When she heard about the 10 billion dollars on offer she knew there would be no end of women seeking the prize and she saw it as her opportunity to be avenged on all womankind by doing a secret deal with me.
"All those women have no chance of getting that money," she said. "But they don't know that. I find it so delicious I could scream."
We were on my front verandah and I could see the first girl of the day waiting impatiently by my front gate as Lisa got off her knees and sat beside me.
"Another schoolgirl," I said looking at the file my agency had sent me on her.
"Turned 18 yesterday," said Lisa reading over my shoulder. "I bet this is her first blowjob ever. She can't really expect to win."
"They should teach fellatio at school," I said jokingly. "To give these poor girls a chance."
Lisa laughed and then stopped suddenly.
"My God, why didn't I think of that before?" she said. "Blowjob school. We should do that. A school where these 18 year olds can learn how to do it before they come here. I feel ashamed of some of them watching them on you."
"You could be their teacher," I said.
"Oh how brilliant," Lisa said. "I could wear a strap on and facefuck them until they knew how to do it for real. They'd still be virgins when they came to you but virgins with experience. It's perfect!"
"But they'd never do it," I said. "They all think they're experts."
"Don't you believe it," said Lisa. "That's bravado. Deep down they are totally insecure about it. Besides we simply tell your agent it is now a prerequisite of any girl who wants to suck your cock that she has to go to the blowjob high school first. One week’s training. My God it's a community service."
Once Lisa gets an idea in her head there is no stopping her. She was onto the agent within minutes and by the end of the day had secured the rent to an old closed down high school on the edge of town.
Within a week her school was open and over-subscribed with the most beautiful 18 year old girls in the country.
"I can't believe it," I said as Lisa blew me before leaving to go to her first day at the school. "A few months ago I was an unemployed loser and now I have a girlfriend who has set up a high school to train 18 year olds how to blow me so they can compete for 10 billion dollars that they secretly have no chance of winning."
Lisa moaned contentedly and the thought of my good fortune was enough to make me cum in her mouth again.
As always she kept sucking until the last drop of cum had left my cock, then swallowed and sat up.
"You going to come for the first day?" she asked.
"I'd love too," I said.
I had a 8 a.m appointment with a 19 year old nurse who was waiting for me at the front gate as we left the house.
That nurse was something else. If it hadn't been for Lisa she may have had a real shot at the money. Fantastic set of natural tits and deep blue eyes and blonde hair.
"Come with us," I said taking her by the hair and dragging her to the car. "You can suck me in the car."
Lisa got in the driver's seat and I sat in the front passenger’s seat with the nurse cramped up on her knees at my feet sucking my cock as we drove.
I had my fingers wrapped tightly in her hair and slammed her head up and down on my cock as we drove.
"How many girls in the school?" I asked Lisa.
"97," said Lisa. "Take it deeper bitch," she added to the nurse. "He likes to feel it in the back of your throat."
The nurse gagged as Lisa reached over and helped me force her head down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. We held her head down there until we reached the school.
I delicately got out of the car, dragging the reluctant nurse along with me, her head still bobbing up and down on my cock as we walked through the school grounds.
There were schoolgirls everywhere outside, all dressed in the tight white shirt and red and blue checked skirt that Lisa had decided on as a uniform.
It was a fairly typical school uniform except for the handcuffs that kept their hands tied behind their backs at all times.
"No hands, no cum dodging," was actually the school logo.
The nurse and I followed Lisa into the school building and the main assembly hall. I had the nurse kneel in front of me as the school bell rang for the start of the school day.
The girls filed in until the room was filled with the sexiest 18 year old handcuffed schoolgirls I had ever seen.
Lisa stood at the front of the hall and told them all to kneel which they did.
The sight was too much for me and I cried out as an intense orgasm ripped through my body and I came in the nurse’s mouth, my hands forcing her head down until she had swallowed every drop of cum.
"Good morning, girls," said Lisa.
The nurse stood up. "How did I go?" she asked, but I ignored her question and moved forward to the first line of girls. It was like looking at a display of the world's finest breasts.
The girl at the end of the line looked up at me nervously as I undid her shirt and pulled her tits out into the light. They were just perfect, so perfect I had to squeeze and then suck them as the girl tried to listen to Lisa's opening address.
"As you can see," Lisa said. "While you are a student at this school your body will belong to him. You shall know him by no other name than Sir and you shall know me only as Madam. If you follow all instructions and listen to what we have to say, by the end of the week you will have learnt how to give a blowjob and will be well placed to win the 10 billion dollars."
I couldn't go past this first girl. She was just too perfect with big dark eyes and black hair tied up in a ponytail. The nurse hadn't made it out of the hall yet and I was already desperate for my next blowjob.
"Do you understand?" Lisa asked the girls.
The girl went to say "Yes, Madam," with all the others but didn't get past "Yes," before my cock was buried in her mouth. She looked up at me unhappily as I gripped her ponytail and forced my cock into the inside of her left cheek, causing it to bulge out in the shape of my cock.
"Sir has decided to give you a free demonstration of how he enjoys his blowjobs," Lisa said. "I suggest you all pay close attention."
The girl went bright red as every eye in the hall became trained in on her as I relentlessly pounded her mouth with my overworked cock. Try as she might she didn't have enough experience to keep from gagging as my cock moved from her cheek to the back of her throat, her big dark eyes on me the whole time.
"Now," said Lisa coming over. "This girl has some very good tits but is failing to make effective use of them. Sir finds it very stimulating to see some movement in a woman's breasts while he fucks her face. If she were to slightly rock her body in time with his thrusts she could create a level of bounce in her breasts that would add to Sir's enjoyment."
And Lisa began to rock the girl’s body slightly for her and sure enough her tits began to bounce in perfect rhythm with my thrusts.
I felt another orgasm build and the girl winced as cum burst out of my cock into her mouth.
"Swallow it!" Lisa ordered, sensing the girl was about to spit, and with an enormous effort the girl managed to swallow my cum.
"Not bad for a first go," said Lisa. "Though I am sure Sir would have every reason to feel offended by the distaste she demonstrated for his cum. Unless that is rectified you will never win the money."
And so the school day began.
I have to admit I have no idea how Lisa did it. She had this whole school planned and up and running in only one week. I had decided that Lisa was right, I was a little pissed off with the look of distaste in that girl's face when she swallowed my cum so I followed her to her classroom.
There were five lessons a day, each taken by a specialist porn star teacher we had agreed to pay ten million dollars at the end of the competition. They were some of the hottest female porn stars in the business who'd all been smart enough to know there were easier ways to make money than chasing it in a contest. They would teach the girls in:
Deepthroating
Swallowing
Ball licking
Roleplay
Titfucking
As the girls were to live on site for the week, the end of the day wasn't actually hometime. This was what Lisa called The Open Range where the girls were free to move about the site but were there to be used by either me or her as we saw fit. They were to sleep in three to a room dorms to which we had the keys and any time I felt the need I could take them as I saw fit.
The real beauty of all this was that any one of them could walk away whenever they wanted. It wasn't rape because they could all say no. But with 10 billion dollars as bait we never lost a girl.
On that first morning I walked behind my new favourite girl (besides Lisa who I loved deeply) and fondled her soft breasts as we walked.
We sat down in a classroom and the teacher (who has to remain nameless for legal reasons) came into the room wearing a dildo strapped to her waist like a cock.
She was so hot and the girl's tits in my hands so fine that I was hard again already. I sat at a desk and directed the poor girl’s beautiful face back down onto my growing cock.
"I see some of us have started early," the teacher smiled, looking at the head bobbing up and down in my lap. A blonde girl beside me shifted uncomfortably in her seat as I opened her shirt and pulled out her tits.
The girl sucking my cock had already improved greatly and was rapidly flicking her tongue around my dick as I forced her head up and down.
It was without doubt the sexiest moment in my life to that point having my cock sucked by a beautiful teenage brunette, while playing with a blonde's tits and, after a brief introductory talk, watching one of my favourite porn stars facefuck an 18 year old girl with a giant dildo.
In fact each girl had a dildo so all around me girls were learning new oral skills - all in preparation for the day they could blow me.
It was the most perfect moment in my life and I cried out in praise of Lisa as I came in the girl's bobbing mouth again.
Little did I know that things were about to get even better... |
Title: 10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 4: a Frankel/Lisa story
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Male / Female Teens, Male Domination, Males / Females, Mind Control, School, Slavery, Written by women
Introduction:
The girls are mind controlled into becoming blowjob maniacs!
Content:
10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 4
Original story by Lisa. Personally I don’t like institutionalized slavery, but this is Lisa’s story.
There was one girl I really liked at the blowjob school Lisa had set up. Like all the others she was only there to have a shot at winning the 10 billion dollars on offer for giving me the best blowjob.
She was only 18 by a few days. She had large puppy dog eyes that could be best appreciated when they were looking up at me with my dick in her mouth.
Lisa had quickly come up with an excellent curriculum and the favourite class of mine was life skills. In this class the girls were taught how blowjobs could and should occur in all social situations.
I was sitting on a couch at the head of the class buck naked with an erection in my hands as I stared at my favourite girl's tits standing up proudly as she sat topless and handcuffed at her desk.
"Now," said Lisa who was taking this lesson personally, "in today's lesson we shall be looking at housing. As young woman many of you will be moving out of home and into shared accommodation. You may even be sharing with men. You need to know how to behave."
Lisa turned to me. "Darling," she said, "have you a girl in mind?"
I simply pointed at the girl and she frowned slightly, clearly nervous about what was in store and walked over to my sofa, her hands still bound behind her back and her breasts bouncing nicely as she stepped over.
"Now," said Lisa, "let us pretend you have just moved into a rental property. Sir is your housemate and this is the first evening you have spent as his housemate. What would you do next?"
"Sit on the couch beside him," the girl asked looking timidly towards my growing cock.
"Very good," said Lisa.
The girl sat down on the couch, a little away from me and just out of arm’s reach.
"Now what?" Lisa asked.
"I don't know," said the girl. "Talk to him?"
"Very good," said Lisa. "Go ahead."
The girl turned towards me.
"How was your day?" she asked trying not to notice I was jerking off looking at her tits.
To be honest I just wanted my dick sucked and stood up and walked in front of her and took the back of her head and pushed it down towards my cock. The girl looked towards the teacher as if seeking guidance, but my cock was already pushing into her mouth.
"Sir is the type of housemate that doesn't wish to engage in small talk with his female housemates but still has needs that need to be attended to."
There is simply nothing better than having an 18 year old girl stare up at you with big helpless eyes while you ram your cock into the back of her throat.
With her hands cuffed behind her back (Lisa thought of everything God bless her) the girl was unable to do anything as I pounded her face, my hands firmly on the back of her head to keep her from turning or pulling away.
Just how the girls kept believing they had any chance of winning the 10 billion dollars was beyond me, but the lure must have been very strong because this girl didn't break eye contact once, even as she gagged as I held my cock in the back of her throat and pinched her nose shut.
"Remember," said Lisa to the class as they nervously sucked their dildos and thanked God it wasn't them up there. "As the female in the house it remains your duty to satisfy the needs of your male companions."
Just then I noticed something. I put my hands on the girl's ears to use them as handle bars when I touched a very small ear piece kind of like a hearing aid. I looked over at Lisa and she saw what I had seen and raised one finger to her lips as if to tell me not to say anything. The girl didn't seem deaf and it didn't look exactly like a hearing aid.
Looking at the rest of the class as the girl squirmed and struggled to breathe I noticed that every single girl in the room had something similar in her ear.
The sound of the girl gagging again brought my attention back to her. Her eyes were beginning to roll back in her head so I pulled out and let her breathe and cough for a few moments before sitting back down, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her head back down where it belonged.
"Now Sir has grown tired of standing. It would have been better if she had noticed this and dropped to her knees on the floor and left the couch for him earlier. Such selfishness is likely to have you homeless in a real life setting."
As if to make up for her mistake, the girl increased the suction of her lips as she knelt now between my legs and flicked her tongue around my shaft. She must have been able to sense my rising orgasm as she began to moan softly at first and then louder and louder. What had seemed like a fear of the cum at first now sounded more and more like desperate desire for it.
Either this girl was a great actor or suddenly she had become a genuine cum slut. She seemed to almost orgasm as my cum burst into her mouth, her moans turning into muffled screams of pleasure as my cum sprayed over her tongue and overflowed out onto her chin and onto my stomach.
I let go of her head and she breathed for a moment, the cum visible in her mouth as she gasped for air, then swallowed.
She reached forward and began licking the remaining cum off my stomach like it was liquid chocolate.
Something odd was happening here. The other girls no longer looked disgusted or scared. If anything they seemed envious of the girl as she lapped up the rest of my cum like a kitten with milk. When she was done she began to softly suck my cock again, her big puppy dog eyes looking up at me as if begging for more cum.
"HEEL BITCH!" cried Lisa and the girl pulled away like a frightened puppy and scampered back to her seat. "I want five minutes of deepthroating from you girls!"
The girls all obeyed at once, the dildos reaching down into the back of their throats deeper and deeper as if each girl was desperate to be the one who could take it furthest without gagging.
"What is that thing in their ears?" I whispered to Lisa as she came over and kissed the head of my cock.
"A little device I have been working on for a long time," said Lisa.
"Really," I said. "A long time? But this place has only been open for a few days."
"But I've been planning this for years," Lisa laughed softly. She leant forward and whispered in my ear. "I have been planning my revenge on womankind for years. You are just the vehicle to bring my dreams to reality. The device in their ears is what I call a whisper clip. It whispers to them all day long, sending them the subliminal message that they are born for one purpose only, to make men happy, to suck cock and swallow cum."
"And what, just a whispering voice in their ear converts them?"
"It also inflicts pain and pleasure," she said. "When they suck cock or it tells them to, they get a pleasure stimulus. When there is nothing in their mouth it gives them pain."
"So you're brainwashing them?"
"You could say that."
"Will it work?"
"It already is," said Lisa. "Look."
And I could see she was right. The girls seemed to be desperately sucking their dildos now as if it gave them great pleasure to do it. Lisa lowered her head and began licking my cock as if to remind me that she still had the most skilled mouth in town.
My cock agreed with her and grew hard again in her mouth as her head began to bob up and down. The girls watched on with a glazed look in their eyes as if it was all they could do to keep from coming over and raping me with their mouths.
"My God," I said. "They're zombies. You're turning them into cocksucking zombies!"
Lisa laughed around my cock and sat up.
"Exactly," she said. "And after only a week the effect appears to be permanent. They will spend the rest of their lives seeking the next cock to suck." She kissed me on the cheek. "Welcome to a golden age for men!"
She went back down on me and I put my hands on the back of her head as I knew she liked it and helped her head up and down on my cock. The girls’ mouths were watering as they watched the world's greatest cocksucker do her thing.
I couldn't last long and soon found myself shooting another load into Lisa's mouth. She stood and showed the cum in her mouth to the class.
It almost started a riot. The girls left their desks and surrounded Lisa, dropping to their knees around her and begged with hungry open mouths like baby birds desperate to be fed. Lisa drained cum into one of the girls’ mouths, then after a moment ordered her to pass it on to the next girl.
I stood and, coming up behind Lisa, cupped her tits in my hands as I watched my cum pass from girl to girl.
"You are my wonderful mad scientist," I said, and Lisa laughed.
"How many girls do you think you can turn like this?"
She turned to face me, my hands still massaging her tits and my cock still rock hard.
"I am aiming for all of them. Every woman on the planet."
I almost laughed but realised she was serious by the look in her eyes.
"But that's impossible," I said.
"Not with 10 billion dollars behind me," she said. "These ear implants cost less than 100 dollars to produce. They work on most women in a few hours. The longest I've seen someone resist is a month. Those we don't train here at the school will be trained for us."
"By who?" I asked as two girls nearby began licking at my still hard cock.
"HEEL!" Lisa screamed at them and the girls winced and pulled away.
"No, it's OK," I said. "I think I have another load in me."
The girls came back and started licking either side of my shaft.
"Who will train them?" I asked Lisa.
"Sorry, just a second," she said. The cum had gone full circle around the room and the last girl knelt by Lisa like a dog with a ball. "OK, swallow it!"
The other girls moaned in disappointment as the last girl swallowed my cum then opened her mouth to show Lisa it was all gone.
"Who do you think will train them?" Lisa said forcing the head of one of the girls blowing me all the way down to the base of my shaft.
"I don't know," I said.
"Men," she said. "I'm going to sell these devices at 1000 dollars a pop. Once they are fitted correctly, which is easy to do as a woman sleeps, they are very hard to take off and I'm still yet to see a woman try once the pleasure section of the device is activated. Tell me men everywhere won't be buying these things for their favourite female."
"It'll be like a virus," I said. "It will take on a life of its own. Will you be able to control it?"
"Look down," Lisa said. "Would you want to control it?"
I looked down and saw the two young women at my feet. One was moaning deliriously as Lisa forced her head up and down on my cock and the other licked my balls.
"No, I can't say I would," I said and my cum burst once more into the delighted mouth of Lisa's cum zombie.
I was starting to see there was a lot more to Lisa than I thought. She was brilliant and perhaps a little crazy.
At first I doubted how successful her whisper clip would really be, but as the days went by my doubts were proven wrong. At first the girls stayed in this zombie like trance, kind of like a junkie in need of a fix. But then things changed.
They started getting their old personalities back and weren't mindless zombies anymore. They were bright and cheerful if that was their old true selves or morose and cynical if that is how they'd been before. They seemed like ordinary schoolgirls again, some gossiping in the halls and others listening to music on their iPods, lost in their own private world. How they operated the iPods with their hands cuffed was a true miracle but teens will find a way.
The only difference was the blind obedience. The minute they saw me they would ask to blow me. It was the most natural thing in the world to them suddenly, almost like saying hello. If I said no, some would pout, but all accepted my decision.
And it wasn't just blowjobs either. They would simply do anything I asked without question. Jump on one leg, buy my lunch, let me suck their tits. My command was to be obeyed as if it was the natural order of things.
And then the last day for this first batch of girls came. I knew Lisa would have something special planned but I had no idea what it would be.
When I arrived at the assembly hall that morning I was surprised to find a large sign at the head of the hall which read "Graduation Day Market".
The girls were all seated under banners bearing their names, body statistics and special cocksucking abilities. There was maybe a thousand men in the hall all inspecting the girls like livestock at a market.
"What the fuck?!" I said.
"Hi, darling," Lisa said, coming up beside me. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? What is it?"
"Market day," she said, dropping to her knees and kissing my cock hard. "These girls are graduating so we are selling them off."
"Selling them?"
"Sure," she said. I knew she had more to say on the subject but she was sucking my cock now so I needed to give her a minute to satisfy herself before she went on. Her tongue flicked around my cock as she batted her eyelids at me, still able to pull off the innocent look while plotting the slavery of women worldwide. Just before I reached the point of orgasm she stopped sucking and went on.
"Well, selling is as close a word as I can think of to what is happening. They've all signed forms giving consent for us to choose new life partners for them."
"And these guys, they are the new life partners?"
But it was too late. She was busy sucking my cock again and couldn't speak. To hurry things along a bit I gripped her hair and took control of the situation, my orgasm building quickly and exploding in her mouth. She swallowed quickly and then began lapping at my balls. I was starting to wonder if she'd put on a whisper clip herself.
Finally she had her fill but stayed on her knees, and looked up at me with my cock in her face as she spoke.
"These guys are here to bid for the girl of their dreams. We're expecting to get about ten thousand dollars a girl."
"We?"
"That's right, you and me," she said and smiled, kissing my cock again.
One thing I had to love about Lisa was the way she did all the work and still gave me the credit.
Lisa was also the auctioneer. Once inspection time was over she had men sit down and called the first girl up. It was the same girl who had blown me in class and I have to say it was with some regret that I watched the bidding commence.
Lisa being Lisa nothing was left to chance and she had brought in a male porn star to assist with the auction. His role was to facefuck the poor girl while the bidding was underway to fully show off her new skills.
It was amazing how effective Lisa's tuition and the whisper clip were. A girl who had been gagging on even my cock was now able to deepthroat a 12 inch monster and keep it in her throat while never breaking eye contact for a second. As her tongue flicked like a snake around the cock pounding her mouth like a battering ram, Lisa opened up the bidding.
"Ten thousand dollars," came the opening bid.
And it only went up from there.
Watching the girl deepthroat while being sold at auction got me hard again and I grabbed a girl at the back of the line of stock by the hair and pulled her to her knees. She acted like it was the most natural thing in the world and kept talking to the girl beside her as my cock approached her lips.
"I want to be sold to that Texan," she began but my cock cut off the rest of her sentence as it plunged into her mouth.
Her friend looked disappointed that I hadn't chosen her and stepped over to a man seated nearby.
"Please, sir?" she asked. "May I suck your cock? This auction might go for a while and I haven't gone without a dick in my mouth for a while."
The guy didn't need to be asked twice.
Grabbing her by the ponytail he pulled her to her knees and brought her face down into his lap.
"I was going to bid for you anyway," he said. "So get used to this cock, you're going to see a lot of it."
The girl moaned in delight, just like the girl who was bobbing her head up and down on my cock.
I had inadvertently started an avalanche. As bidding on the first girl reached 25 thousand dollars, the queue of girls waiting to be sold quickly sorted out men to blow. There were more bidders than girls so the girls soon found themselves surrounded by cocks and turned from one to another, licking and sucking as if they were possessed.
It didn't seem to have any real impact on the bidding, however. The first girl sold for 53 thousand dollars and was immediately claimed by her new owner who put a collar around her neck and led her like a puppy towards her new life.
The second girl was already sporting a face full of cum, and all further auctions were conducted with girls blowing a group of men. More often than not it was the man she was blowing who bid and the girl would focus all her attention on the highest bidder, as if he were already her owner, until a higher bid was made and she turned her attention to him.
Needless to say the bids came thick and fast.
To be continued... |
Title: 10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 5 - the Conclusion: a Frankel/Lisa story
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Group Sex, Humiliation, Male / Females, Male Domination, Mind Control, Rape, School, Written by women
Introduction:
Blowjobs, blowjobs and more blowjobs! And a Bitch learns her Place!
Content:
10 Billion Dollar Blowjob Ch 5
Original story by Lisa. This will be the last Frankel and Lisa story; I hope you’ve enjoyed them. Because of junk comments, I restricted comments to registered users for my last few stories.
Eventually all the girls were sold.
We took in over 5 million dollars on the sale of girls alone and an extra 3 million on selling whisper clips. One guy bought as many as fifty of the things.
"I teach women's studies at university," he told Lisa. "There's an entire lecture hall of young, pretty feminists in bad need of conversion."
Lisa gave him an extra fifty clips for free.
"Next year’s class," she said.
Once the hall was empty of bidders and girls Lisa went down on me again, sucking my cock with an almost animal lust as if she was working off a horniness that had been building all day.
It was nice to be alone again, me standing in the middle of the empty hall and Lisa naked on her knees, in front of me with her tits slapping together as her head bobbed up and down on my cock.
I gripped her head as I came and flooded her mouth with cum, which I had let build throughout the day as I watched the girls blowing the bidders.
She moaned deeply and I knew she had cum too, as she often did at the taste of my cum.
She swallowed and licked some cum off her chin that had leaked out. Rather than stand she stayed on her knees and kissed and licked my balls as she looked up at me.
"We better get to bed soon," she said. "The new girls arrive in the morning."
"New girls," I said. "Already?"
"Sure," she said. "Two hundred this time. We need to speed up the rate of conversion. There's thousands on the waiting list."
How any one of these girls thought they had any chance of winning the 10 billion dollars for the best blowjob was beyond me. Most of them didn't even get to suck my cock and I was the only judge (and had already come to an arrangement with Lisa with the money anyway - if you haven't read the other chapters don't whinge to me about not knowing what is going on, just read them).
As we walked back to our room I asked Lisa if she really thought she could convert every adult female into a blowjob addict who gave head on demand.
"Of course I can," she said. "I've planned this very carefully. I have a factory mass producing the whisper clips already. Once men can see what they do by my estimates every single adult female in the entire world will be converted by the end of the year."
"But," I said. "But that's impossible. It will mean the end of the world. Society will collapse."
She laughed then as if I had said something stupid.
"Why?" she asked. "Why would it mean that? You've seen the girls. After a few days they are their old selves again. Only now they drop to their knees on demand. I can't see how it changes anything."
And with that she jumped into bed.
"Another blowjob?" she asked.
She wasn't asking me if I wanted one. She was asking if she could give me one - Lisa was insatiable when it came to giving head and swallowing.
I hate to say it but I was just too tired and had to turn her down.
"In the morning then," she said and rolled over and went to sleep.
I woke up and found my cock was already in her mouth. I was as hard as a rock and Lisa was making these delightful slurping noises as she sucked my cock like a vacuum cleaner.
I could feel her tongue flicking around the head of my cock and my balls tightened as she softly stroked her fingers across them. I gripped her head and came in her mouth causing her to scream as she climaxed herself.
"Thanks," she said and swallowed.
To Lisa cum was like her morning coffee. But she wasn't finished yet. She kept her lips around my cock and managed to walk bent over with my cock in her mouth as I got up and made breakfast. She was so skilled I never went soft as she licked and sucked me as I sat in front of the television and had my morning toast.
On the morning news was a report that caught my interest. It seemed there had been an outbreak of indecent behaviour in various parts of the country. A reporter was standing in front of our blowjob school. I turned up the volume as she spoke, Lisa turned her eyes toward the screen but didn't stop sucking.
The reporter was a young blonde with a very impressive set of tits pushing up against a white shirt.
"In all cases the women had either taken part in the 10 billion dollar blowjob contest or knew a man that had visited this school recently. As I said earlier all the women involved in these cases of public fellatio were wearing a clip behind their ears similar to this one."
And the bimbo reporter put the clip on. Lisa burst out laughing around my cock and managed to mumble "She'll never get it off again."
The effect on the reporter of the clip was incredible. Her eyes glazed over in seconds.
"Oh my God," said Lisa. She lifted her head up and jerked me off as she watched the screen. "I've never seen it work so fast!"
And sure enough the reporter dropped to her knees and began crawling towards the cameraman. She started to unbuckle his pants when it cut back to the studio.
"We, ah, seem to have, um," said a baffled young female news presenter as she and her male co presenter struggled to understand what they had just seen. Lisa was laughing so hard she was crying and I had to stand up to get my cock back in her mouth to make her calm down.
"I came across one of these clips in a store yesterday," said the male newsreader producing one from his pocket. "The man who sold it to me said it was a new fashion accessory that all women needed."
"Really," said the female presenter. "Looks kind of like a hearing aid. Do we have any word from Kate Jenkins yet? Do we know if she is OK?"
Suddenly the male newsreader sprang at his female colleague and snapped the whisper clip onto her head. Again the effect seemed immediate.
Her eyes clouded over and she started taking her shirt off. Just as her bra was exposed and her co-anchor started pushing her head down the picture went to test pattern.
As if pleased with her work, Lisa smiled.
"Must be the new batch of clips," she said. "We increased the pleasure reward. Seems to have increased their potency."
She lowered her head and began sucking my cock again.
Just as I was beginning to feel my orgasm build there was a knock on the bedroom door. Lisa kept sucking as I crossed the room and opened the door to see who could possibly be inside the school at this hour.
It was Mr Potter, the billionaire who had started this whole thing. He looked down at Lisa and smiled knowingly.
"Mr Potter," I said. I couldn't believe how well he looked for a dying man. "How can I help you?"
Without asking he took Lisa's head in his hands, pulled out his cock and put it into her obedient mouth.
"We need to talk," he said, moaning slightly as he felt the glory if Lisa's mouth for the first time.
"What about?" I asked.
"Well," he said. "Turns out I am not dying after all. Bad diagnosis by a bad doctor. My new doctor tells me I could live for decades."
"Oh," I said. "Does that mean the deal is off too?"
"Well," he said, pushing Lisa's head down so that her nose was buried in his belly. "I'm a man of my word so the deal is still on. But I want to change it slightly given the change in circumstances." He was breathless now so I knew he was close to cumming in Lisa's incredible mouth. I let him have his moment before asking anything else.
Lisa seemed to have yet another orgasm as the cum burst inside her throat and when he let her head go, she licked up and down the shaft.
"What changes?" Lisa asked the question. I was a little distracted by watching her cum filled mouth do its work.
"Well, I'll still give the money away. But it has to go to Lisa. I've been watching what you've been doing here and I have to say I fell a little bit in love. I want to be your business partner, Lisa. I'll finance your operation; give you the full ten billion. I simply ask for a fifty per cent cut on all proceeds and that you give my friend here a lifetime supply of blowjobs."
"Done," said Lisa. "Except you can have 100 per cent of the money. I was never after the money. The blowjob section for me was a given." And as if to prove it she swallowed Mr Potter’s cum and went back to sucking my cock.
"Tell me," said Mr Potter. "These clips. Is the effect permanent?"
"Hmm, Mmm," said Lisa around my cock as a yes.
"Then I'll need twenty," he said. "I invited the cheerleaders of a football team I support to dinner to celebrate a win. These will be perfect."
He rubbed Lisa's tits for a moment.
"Nice doing business with you," he said. "You've made the world a better place. You're quite a girl!"
And as I came in Lisa's mouth I couldn't help agreeing with him.
I'd been at the school for a few days now and I needed to get out for a bit, so I left Lisa to welcome the new students and got on my bike and rode into town.
"Here," said Lisa before I left. "Take a few whisper clips with you, just in case."
She blew me a kiss and pouted slightly in a way I knew meant she was still hungry for cock but aware that I needed time to recuperate.
I couldn't believe what had happened to the town.
Everywhere I turned women were on their knees blowing men. On the footpath outside the town hall a couple of secretaries were blowing a circle of men, their tits out and their faces already covered in cum. I went into the newsagent to see if the newspaper mentioned anything about it, only to find the 18 year old cashier was blowing a long line of customers. Looking closer I could see the whisper clip attached to her right ear on her frantically bobbing head.
"Hey," said one of the men in the queue. "It's him!"
I looked around to see who "him" was and found it was me. The men all burst into applause and left the queue to shake my hand.
"You don't know how grateful I am," one older man said. "Thirty five years without getting my cock into a single mouth and now even my wife is begging for it. But now it's me turning her down. I can just ask any pretty young thing and they just drop to their knees."
It seemed I was suddenly the toast of the town. I wandered to the real high school and a teacher saw me and ran over to me.
"Thank you, thank you," he said to me.
"What for?" I asked.
"Someone gave our female principal a whisper clip," he said. "She then ordered all the female teachers to wear one and gave them out free to all parents and any student over 18. Our whole senior year blew me in English yesterday!"
A couple of very sexy blonde girls went past smiling.
"Watch this," he said. "Cassie! Here!"
One of the blondes, dressed in a white shirt and check plaid skirt which barely covered her ass, walked over. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra and had all of the buttons on her shirt undone.
The teacher pushed aside her shirt to reveal two of the most perfect tits I had ever seen (and by now I was quite the expert!). He pushed down on her head and she dropped to her knees and her mouth sought out his cock.
The other blonde dropped to her knees at my feet.
"Blowjob, sir?" she asked.
Of course it was tempting to whip my cock out again, but I had just remembered a certain bank teller in town that I had secretly been lusting over for years. She was a real snooty bitch that I never stood a chance with and had been way too superior and cold to lower herself to giving me head in the contest. I had to know if someone had given her a whisper clip.
Still this blonde school girl could at least get me hard again so I wasn't limp going in to the bank teller.
"Come with me," I said taking her by her pigtails and dragging her along behind me.
The teacher was too far gone face fucking his teenager to even notice me dragging the 18 year old out of the school grounds.
"Please may I suck it?" she begged as I dragged her down Main Street.
"Take your tits out," I ordered as we made it to the nearby bank.
The teenager took off her shirt and bra as I took out my overworked cock and pushed it limply inside her mouth.
"Look at me!" I said and she looked up at me nervously as I used her pigtails as handle bars and began face fucking her outside the bank.
"Can I help you, sir?" a voice asked, and I almost jumped out of my skin when I looked up and saw two female police officers standing in front of me. What I was doing had to be illegal still and for a second I thought they were going to arrest me, but then I saw the clips behind their ears.
As they licked their lips I realised they really wanted to help me.
I was still not entirely hard so I figured these two cops could probably help me out.
"Kiss," I said. They leant forward to kiss me but I held up my hands and pushed them back by their tits.
"Not me," I said. "Kiss each other. And take your fucking tits out already."
The two sexy young cops undid their uniforms and took out their juicy young tits before turning to each other and French kissing.
Now I was hard, and took hold of the gagging schoolgirl's pigtails again and started pounding her face.
"What is going on out here!" I heard a familiar voice ask. I looked up and saw her. My sexy, bitchy bank teller standing at the entrance of the bank. She was dressed in her normal conservative formal attire and had a scowl on her face that told me at once no-one had taken care of her yet.
"Officers," I said to the cops. "Detain this bitch!"
The bank teller tried to move back inside the bank but my two cops grabbed her and threw her to the ground and handcuffed her before she had time to move. I let go of the schoolgirl and quickly wrapped a whisper clip behind the teller's ear.
"Get the fuck off me!" she screamed.
"Take her down to the station," I said to the officers. "Hold her there until I come for her. Don't take the handcuffs off or let her remove the clip."
"Yes, sir," they said. One of the cops paused and looked down at my cock buried in the schoolgirl's mouth. "Could we suck it later then?"
"Of course," I said. "Actually just wait here a minute."
The two officers held on to the teller, watching on as I picked up the pace on the schoolgirl. I gripped her head tightly, forcing it up and down as I felt my orgasm building.
My cum burst into her mouth and her eyes opened wide as she moaned in delight at the taste of my cum.
"Don't swallow," I ordered. "Share it."
The schoolgirl stood and leant in and kissed the nearest cop, letting the cum swap out of her mouth and into the young officer’s. The other cop moaned slightly before her partner turned to her and lovingly shared my cum with her.
"What the fuck is going on!" screamed the teller. "Has everyone gone nuts!"
"Spit it on her!" I said to the cop who had my cum in her mouth. The cop spat cum onto the teller's face and the teller winced and screamed again.
"All right," I said. "Lick it off her. She hasn't the taste for cum yet."
"And I never will," said the teller as the three girls began lapping up the cum off her face with their tongues like kittens with milk.
When they were done I told the cops to take her away.
The officers lifted the screaming bitch to her feet and dragged her off. She would take a while to be ready to facefuck and there was no way I was risking putting my cock in her mouth until the clip had done its work.
"Blowjob, sir?" I turned and saw it was the schoolgirl offering her services to an old man. He had a walking stick in one hand but used the other to push the cock hungry girl to her knees.
"God bless you," he said to me as his small cock began to grow in the girl's mouth. "I'm just glad I lived to see this day."
It was like that everywhere. Every cafe and bar in town had become a topless bar or cafe and waitresses and barmaids now seemed to spend more time servicing cocks than serving drinks. I couldn't resist a quick visit to the hospital where, sure enough, I saw no fewer than five nurses blowing male patients. In one room I even saw a nurse down on her knees blowing an old man while his wife looked on, the familiar glazed over look in her eyes of a newly clipped woman.
I looked in through the window of a surgical theatre and saw a nurse blowing a rock hard cock of an unconscious man who seemed to be having some kind of heart surgery.
"That can't be good," I thought, particularly when two more nurses were on their knees beneath the table, sucking the cocks of the surgeons as they operated.
Eventually I made my way down to the police station to check on the status of my favourite bank teller.
I was met by a male cop at the reception desk who had a strange far away look in his eyes when I approached him. As I reached the desk I understood why; both the female cops I had seen earlier were blowing him under the reception desk.
"Here for the teller?" he asked me, his voice breaking slightly as one of the female cops licked his balls.
"Yes," I said.
"Go in," he said. "She's in one of the cells but a lot more compliant than before, if you know what I mean."
The cop winked at me and buzzed open a door to his right.
"By the way," he said. "Until this morning we were under orders to bust you and your girlfriend's sorry arses. You put these whisper clips out just in time. Still, there's a price to pay for everything."
I thought about asking him what he meant but he seemed busy so I walked on into the holding cells. There were three empty cells and one with a locked door. I looked through the peep hole of the closed cell expecting to see my bank teller being facefucked by a group of prisoners or cops but instead found she was all alone.
She must have heard me as she looked up and moved over to the door.
"Can you please let me out of here?" she said. "I did nothing wrong. Has the whole world gone crazy. Just because I don't want to..."
Suddenly she doubled over in pain, grasping at the whisper clip on her ear. She screamed in pain and I realised Lisa's invention was punishing her for thinking badly about blowjobs.
"Make it stop!" she cried.
I tried the handle of the door and was surprised to find it unlocked.
"Guess she just assumed she was locked in," I thought as I stepped into the room.
"You!" she screamed. "What the fuck do you want!"
"A blowjob," I said and I saw her eyes roll back in her head and her moan in sudden pleasure. I realised the clip gave her pleasure stimulus at the word blowjob.
"No fucking chance," she said. "You and that bitch of yours will never turn me!"
"Facefuck," I said and she collapsed to the bed as the pleasure senses in her clip sent her into orgasm. "Throatfuck, deepthroat, head, cum swallow, fellatio, blowjob," I said, almost attacking her with the words and overloading her with pleasure from the clip.
She was panting for breath.
"The voices," she cried. "Make them stop!"
"What are they saying to you?" I asked.
"They're telling me to suck you, to swallow your cum, to get on my knees and take it like a bitch!"
"Then do it!" I said.
"No!" she cried and the whisper clip jolted electricity through her body in savage punishment. She shook and collapsed to her knees. Now was my chance.
I took out my hard cock and pressed it into her panting face.
"Suck it!" I said. "Imagine how good it will feel in your mouth."
"No," she whispered and was jolted so hard by the clip that a spasm went through her whole body.
I leant down and tore off her shirt and bra, her tits spilling out and still trembling from the shock.
"Suck it now," I said. "And the pain will go away."
As if controlled by some outside force she slowly opened her mouth, and I pushed my cock along her tongue, further and further in until it was pushing against the back of her throat, my hands holding her head in place as she began moaning in ecstacy as the clip rewarded her with an orgasm.
Her will broke at last as she wrapped her lips around the shaft of my cock and began bobbing her head up and down on my cock like a crazed animal. Even Lisa in her finest hour had never sucked me as hard and fast and passionately as this bitch did, as if she had turned from the girl who most hated giving head to the girl who most loved it.
I gripped her hair in my hands not to force her head down now, but to simply hang on as she rapidly fucked my cock with her lips, tears forming in her eyes partly from the pleasure that rocked her own body but also, perhaps, from the last untouched part of her soul trapped in a body over which she no longer had any control. That part desperately wanted to bite the cock of the man who not only had her but would soon have every woman in the world down on their knees.
"That's it bitch!" I cried in triumph. "Do what you were born to do. Deep throat that cock."
I gripped her hair harder and forced her to stop bobbing her head as my cock found its way down her throat and began to twitch violently. My orgasm built from my balls and up my shaft like a volcano erupting and I saw for an instant a look of horror as she got her first taste of cum. The look was quickly replaced by ecstasy as the whisper clip rewarded her as she swished the cum around in her mouth, tilted her head back and swallowed.
I tossed her aside and she collapsed to the ground.
I did my pants back up and walked out into the main reception area of the police station where I found the two young cops licking cum off each other's faces as the male cop looked at a TV screen showing pornography.
"Look at this," he said. "Daytime television and all you get is blowjob movies!"
"You're kidding," I said.
"No," he said. "Only a few days ago there'd have been a riot if you put this stuff on. This morning apparently there was a riot of women when some conservative Christian tried to take it off."
He looked at me seriously.
"I hope that girl of yours knows what she is doing. It's getting dangerous, you know."
The two female cops began lapping at his half erect cock again.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"The clips, the effect they have on women. It doesn't taper off, it just keeps on getting more intense. These two have blown me three times today. They're starting to threaten me if I say I want a rest. Your girl hasn't bred an army of loyal and loving cocksuckers. She's created addicts. In New York I heard they overran a prison and have been blowing every man in sight. You'd think prisoners would welcome it. But the women are getting scary, like they'd almost tear you apart to get your cum. The prisoners have been trying to escape!"
I looked down at the two female cops and saw what he meant. There was a light in their eyes that was scary. They would blow him until there was no more liquid in his body.
And then what?
It was then I started to wonder what Lisa's real intentions were.
Maybe Lisa the author had a continuation planned, but she stopped writing at Literotica after getting nasty feedback for another story. |
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