What Just Touched My Leg?!
There was nothing quite like the satisfaction of walking into an utterly empty movie theater. Not to say some movies weren’t best enjoyed with an enthusiastic crowd, but sometimes it was nice to just relax with a cup of soda, a big tub of popcorn, and a private little microcosm of cinema.
The seats were hella nice, too. Soft, cushy, nice, big and reclining…
Oh yeah. Flash knew he was in for a good time.
… All of which was thrown completely for a loop when, naturally, he heard the flop of someone taking the seat right next to him.
He bit back a grumble, then stifled a gasp.
Because, sitting right next to him, as if they’d never seen each other and there was nothing even remotely weird about bumping into each other in the slightest, was one of the sirens—the short, perky blue one… Sonata?—with an innocent, bubbly grin on her face.
“Oh, hey, I know you!” Sonata exclaimed. “You’re one of the boys from, like, that school, right?”
Flash wasn’t sure whether he was flattered or horrified that one of the sirens remembered him. A mix of both, he thought. “What’re you doing here?” he spluttered.
“Uh, talking to you? Duh?”
“Okay, but, like… this isn’t some kind of, you know… plan, is it?”
“Oh, no, trust me, if I had a plan, you’d know about it. I’d be wearing my Planning Pants!” She made a grand, sweeping gesture down to the short, tight skirt she wore. “See?”
Flash breathed out a sigh of relief. “So you’re just here to see a movie?”
“Yuppers! I promise, you won’t even realize I’m here. Probably.”
Somehow, Flash wasn’t convinced.
But, for a little while, Sonata’s promise actually held some water. She barely made a sound and curled up in the corner of her seat farthest from Flash. Apart from a stray giggle or a fidget in the corner of his eye, Flash really didn’t get distracted often by her.
Until, at least, maybe halfway into the movie or so, just as Flash had taken a long suck of his drink, Sonata pulled up the armrest between them and scooted closer. “Heeeeeeey, Flashie,” she crooned, snuggling up against him and lifting her head up to whisper in his ear. “You have a dick, right?”
Flash jerked his head away so that the soda spraying out of his mouth didn’t splatter all over Sonata. “Wha—what’re you—?”
“Oh, you know…” Sonata’s lips slowly spread apart, one of her fingers brushing across her lips as her eyes drifted downwards and she sing-songed, “Juuust wondering.”
It was difficult to look at that mouth and not have a stimulated imagination. The theater suddenly felt very hot. “Uh, well…” He tugged at his collar, looking away towards the screen. He barely noticed what was going on in the film.
Sonata giggled, and suddenly Flash was looking at her again. “I’m kinda bored,” Sonata confessed, squirming in her chair. The screen brightened, shedding ample light to reveal the soft, slender thighs pouring out from underneath her so-very-short skirt. “Could I suck your dick a little?”
Flash gulped, giving a shake of his head as he jerked his attention back to the film. Out the corner of his eye, he saw a quivering pout. Heat and life bloomed in his crotch, thankfully hidden by the bucket of popcorn—he hoped.
He was flattered. So very flattered. And, if he was quite frank with himself, more than a little bit tempted. But it was wrong. He barely knew Sonata. They’d literally never spoken until now. It was so, so very wrong. The decent, sensible thing to do was politely decline.
Flash grunted softly, his eyes rolling back and squeezing shut as Sonata lapped at his shaft. His fingers threaded through her hair. Not that she needed any encouragement; her mouth seemed bottomless, her tongue omnipresent within its warm, wet domain. The shlicks and slurps of her eager treatment seemed to drown out even the bombastic climax of the movie in front of them.
The moment where his cock started to spasm came far too soon, but it was an explosion of delight just the same. He felt it pumping spurt after spurt of cum into Sonata’s eager mouth—the siren sealed her lips around his shaft and somehow still smiled, her eyes shut and calm as she gulped down every drop.
And even when Flash had come down from that ecstatic high, Sonata kept making happy coos as she peppered Flash’s softening dick with kisses and licks.
Flash felt as though he ought to say something, once he could think more clearly. Would it be impolite to talk before Sonata was in a position to respond, though?
Probably. He kept quiet for a bit, until he felt Sonata’s lips lifting off his dick, parting ways with a last wet smack. He hurriedly stuffed his dick back into his pants, which he zipped back up, all while Sonata licked her lips and curled up in her seat with a soft sigh.
“You’re tasty,” Sonata whispered, her voice low and breathy.
Flash felt his cheeks warming. He looked away. “Th—thanks,” he stuttered.
He paused for a moment, staring at the screen briefly before concluding that his attention was shot and he didn’t have a clue what was going on, at which point he looked back to Sonata. “You, uh. You’re pretty good at that.”
Even in the dim light of the theater, Sonata’s face brightened. “Aww, thanks!” she chirped. Her chest seemed to puff up a little, and she smirked smugly. “Best one you’ve ever gotten, am I right?”
“... Yeah, totally.” Flash cleared his throat, turning in the seat to face Sonata more directly. “Can I do something for you in return?”
Sonata’s smirk flipped into a grin. “Oooh, you’re buying me dinner too? You’re so sweet!”
Flash’s heart sank. He looked down, rubbing at his neck. “Well, uh… I actually spent the last of my money for this week on this already…”
“Oh. Some date you are.”
“... but I could make you something at home, maybe!”
“Ooo, good idea!”
Sonata sat up straight and looked at him expectantly. Flash frowned, glancing about when she flicked her head towards the door. “You want to…?”
Sonata grabbed his wrist and tugged until he stood up. “It was a pretty boring movie,” she said, nestling against his side and winking. “The snacks were tasty, though!”
It wasn’t until Flash was in his kitchen with an array of ingredients and implements in front of him that he remembered he barely had an idea how to cook. In regular circumstances, he’d maybe bungle his way through a meal, but with an incredibly cute girl waiting in the next room he had to impress…
The ground beef in front of him technically wasn’t on fire, but nevertheless he felt awash in the sweltering heat of a looming, iminent, catastrophic culinary apocalypse. There’d been beans, after all—beans and seasonings and all manner of proto-taco bits. Most of which had sorta turned out okay-ish, he hoped.
Sonata’s voice stalked into the kitchen. “How’s it going, Flashie?”
Flash lurched, caught between urgency to do what he could to salvage the meal and caution, because he was legitimately fearful there was something in the kitchen that could be lethal if handled poorly. “It’s, uh… it’s going! Going fine—pretty fine!”
He could picture Sonata sprawled out on the couch. Growly tummy and all. His heart sank.
“Oh, okay!” Sonata called out. “I was worried something was burning, and I was really hoping it wasn’t the taco meat you’re cooking!”
Flash wondered if there was a way to scream silently, so he could get the urge out of his head without tipping anyone off.
“... it’s the taco meat, isn’t it?”
“It, uh…” Flash stood between the meat and the entrance to the kitchen, turning in place to find Sonata approaching. “It, uh…” A crackle sounded behind him; a tongue of flame lapped dangerously at his sleeve, and he slumped his shoulders. “I’m sorry, there were so many things to focus on, I just—”
“Oh no, we can’t have that!” Sonata gasped, eyes widening. “Think of all the poor tacos we won’t be able to eat! We have to do something!”
“Right, exactly!” Flash exclaimed, running his hands through his hair, a second away from pulling it all out by the roots. “Argh, there’s just so—so much stuff to focus on! I’m sorry, this is so not cool, but maybe you could…?”
“Don’t worry, I know exactly what to do!” Sonata replied, her voice exuberant in its enthusiasm.
Flash breathed out a relieved sigh. Figured that the cute former-monster girl was also a better cook than him—just his luck, really, that he had to end up with someone he couldn’t even… pay back proper—
… When Sonata had unzipped his pants, he wasn’t quite sure, but the sensation of her long fingers darting into his underwear was something he couldn’t possibly ignore. The chipper tune she was humming to herself didn’t help either.
He looked down. “What. What are you—?”
“Well, you said you were having trouble focusing on stuff,” Sonata said as she pulled his soft, flaccid cock out into the open air, “and this always calms me down, so, like, y’know?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
Flash stared. “Okay… good thought, but maybe—”
“Oh, don’t mind me. Save the tacos!” Sonata said, right before stuffing the entirety of Flash’s meat into her mouth. Wet warmth enveloped his shaft, soft lips pulling his dick into a welcoming embrace.
Flash blinked.
Sonata looked up at him, cock still in her mouth, and made a ‘carry on’ motion with her hand, before letting out a long, deep moan and caressing his slowly-lengthening dick with her tongue.
“Oh. Okay, I guess—” Flash glanced about anxiously, gulping and tugging at his collar. “Right,” he muttered to himself. “Doing this now.”
… If nothing else, he supposed that the wet gulps and loving coos drifting up from his crotch gave him something to listen to that didn’t spell an impending doom. To say nothing of the dull euphoria he’d found out earlier that evening came from Sonata doing all those things with her tongue.
By the time he turned around to face the stove again—it was quietly impressive how seamlessly Sonata shuffled to stay in front of him—his dick was comfortably at full mast. Sonata started bobbing her head, gobbling his cock down again and again.
The tricky part from there, of course, was making himself take in things that weren’t Sonata’s hypnotically satisfying motions. Flash thought he’d have fairly happily watched Sonata going down on him all day, even if he never got to blow a load in her mouth.
But there was meat to cook—and as if she’d read his thoughts, Sonata took that moment ram so much of Flash’s meat into her mouth he thought he might poke out through the back of her head. It all just vanished between her lips, blanketed in slick heat, lovingly caressed by a sinuous tongue. Flash groaned, shaking his head in the hopes of clearing it, reaching for the pan full of charred, blackened failed meat.
He badly wished he could just set it aside, resolve to clean it later, and pull out a new one for the second attempt, but alas, no such luck. He’d have to clean it out first, then dig out what was left of the raw meant. No big deal. Easy stuff, now that he was focusing again.
Sonata made so many groans and moans and other noises that Flash was legitimately shocked to glance down and see that her skirt was still in place and both her hands far from her crotch.
… totally focused, he was. Totally committed, too—definitely not anxious to weave his fingers through Sonata’s silky, slightly-matted hair, absolutely not peeking at the cleavage her shirt bared and wondering how much of his arm would fit in there…
He barely realized how much progress he’d made already. He was rather zoned out, plodding along with what needed to be done almost like sleepwalking. The sounds of the sink and the scrubbing sounded like whispers next to the slurps and smacks and sensual trilling coming from Sonata’s diligent pursuit.
For the second time that day, his dick convulsed and blew a thick load into a happy Sonata’s mouth. She waited patiently until it died down, then licked him clean and pulled away beaming. “How’s it coming now?” she said, sweeping her tongue around her lips to lap up a stray bead of cum.
Flash panted, languidness sneaking up on him in the wake of his orgasm. But he looked down at his second attempt at the meat, and found himself able to smile this time. “I think it’s going great. Shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“Yay!” Sonata bounced giddily in place, throwing her arms around Flash’s neck and giving him a peck on the cheek. “I knew you could do it!
“Although, just between the two of us…” Sonata stood on the tips of her toes, whispering into Flash’s ear. “Sirens get by just fine if all they get is cum, so if you’d ruined it I’d just have sucked you off a whole bunch more.”
Flash’s eyes went wide. His mouth hung open, and Sonata used that moment to give him another kiss, this time square on the lips.
Then she skipped and twirled away. “Anyway, gotta go set the table! Have fun finishing the meal!”
Flash stood silently in place for a moment. It took him a little while to decide that it would be wrong to ‘accidentally’ empty the waste bin onto the beef.
Seated at the dinner table, Flash had hoped that his trepid eyeing of the tacos wasn’t too obvious, but the quizzical stare Sonata shot him as he sat down at the neatly-set table with a plate of them told him he’d not quite made it work.
“I’ve, uh… never really made these before,” he mused aloud, “so I hope they’re alright, especially after… you know.”
Sonata giggled. “That’s a silly thought. I helped you make them, so they gotta be, like, extra-special delish, right?”
Flash nodded awkwardly, dividing up the tacos between himself and Sonata, then taking a hesitant first bite of one. He paused to fully take in the taste—slightly blander than he’d had before, but given how they’d been made... “Yeah, this is pretty good,” he said, giving Sonata a grin. “Guess I owe you one.”
Sonata held up two fingers. “Two.”
Flash frowned, then chuckled and nodded. “Alright, yeah. I owe you two.”
Sonata giggled, then waved her hand. “But that’s okay. I’ve had a lot of fun so far.”
“Yeah, I have too.” Flash mulled over what to say, eventually deciding that being blunt about things probably wouldn’t bother Sonata. “You’re, uh… really incredible?”
“Aww, you say that like you’ve never had your dick sucked before!”
Flash’s cheeks promptly flushed. “Well, um…”
Sonata frowned. “Wait… seriously? You’ve never—?”
“Well. Sunset, back when we were dating. She wasn’t very good at it, and we both knew it, so it was just really awkward and… well, we never did it again.”
“Oh. But you have all those girls you hang out with, right?”
“Oh, yeah, but I don’t… you know.”
“... No, I don’t.”
“I don’t sleep with them.”
“Oooooh.” Sonata nodded her head in utter confusion, impressively devoid of understanding. “Why not?”
Flash’s eyes sought refuge from awkwardness in the corner of the room. “... Because they’re my friends?”
Sonata tilted her head, then munched thoughtfully on a taco, then shrugged. “... I don’t follow, but okay. Did you fuck her, at least?”
“Sunset, you mean? Uh… like once or twice, yeah. She wasn’t that interested, overall.”
Sonata looked at him like he’d just said he’d shagged his car.… or the way anyone else would look at him if he’d said that, at least. “That’s weird,” Sonata said. “I mean, I looove sucking dick, so I’d do it for almost anyone, but to not even do it for your boyfriend?” She shook her head, lifting her taco for another bite. “You humans are weird.”
“Around here, you’re probably the weird one. In a—in a good way, I mean.”
“Oh, well, yeah, I knew that already. Sirens are, like, the best. At everything, but especially at fucking. We totally invented it, or something. Probably.” Sonata started to bring a taco to her mouth, then shot it a dissatisfied glare, rolled her eyes and groaned. “Uuugh. Talking about this is making me super horny. You wanna screw me?”
Flash contemplated that thought for a moment, then shrugged. “... I guess I do owe you two, right?” He set his food down and stood up, moving closer to Sonata. “So… what did you want to…?”
“Well, I was thinking we have a go at the normal, boring human way tonight…” Sonata leaned forwards, fluttering her eyelashes and showing a delicious streak of cleavage, “but if I’m feeling up to it, maybe I’ll show you the siren way in the morning.”
A shudder of enigmatic anticipation took hold. Flash arched an eyebrow. “What’s the—?”
He never got to finish that sentence. Sonata practically pounced on him—her face suddenly filled his whole vision, his stumbling speech interrupted when her lips claimed his own. Her limbs circled him, arms around his shoulders, legs hooking around his waist; he caught her reflexively, dimly aware of his hands ending up on her sleek, creamy thighs.
“Good boy,” she purred after her lips left Flash’s. “Wanna find us a bed?”
Some questions didn’t have answers that needed to be spoken. It was a delicate task, hauling a squirmy, gropey bundle of Sonata to his bedroom, but Flash took to the challenge with gusto.
They toppled onto the bed, a bundle of grasping hands and eager mouths. Flash’s fingers gripped the hem of a shirt—maybe his, maybe hers, but it was hoisted up just the same—and he felt his belt falling away. Their faces parted just as long as they needed to.
When they fell down, Sonata ended up beneath Flash, but she quickly flipped them both over. Clad in her bra and a negligent skirt, she unzipped Flash’s pants and yanked them down along with his underwear, diving down to give his stiffening cock a quick, sloppy kiss before stripping him down.
Flash quivered at her touch, a groan rumbling up in his throat. Sonata’s fingers were like burning feathers, gliding along his skin and leaving trails of heat where their wonderful softness graced him.
“Hey, slacker,” Sonata gasped; her voice was a smolder of eagerness coiling into Flash’s ear, sizzling into his brain. She laid supine on his chest, legs straddling his head—all he could see was her skirt and the damp, clinging thong lurking underneath. “Wanna give me a hand?”
She reached behind her back, wrapping her fingers around his increasingly well-loved dick and giving it an enticing stroke. Her breaths came hard and deep.
“... Yes ma’am,” Flash mumbled—he spied a small grin come to Sonata’s face at those words, and his cock got another stroke, all of which made his pulse quicken. He reached up to Sonata’s skirt, fumbling until he got it undone, then hooked his fingers on the waistband and dragged it and her panties down in one motion.
“Good boy.” Sonata’s hand darted between her legs, covering up her clearly damp pussy, lifting up her legs so Flash could pull her skirt and panties all the way off and throw them to the side.
Then, with a grin on her face, she flipped over to face the mattress, pulling her hair aside and presenting him with the strap of her bra. “Do it again?”
She leaned in to give his dick a loving nuzzle, wrapping its tip in her lips with a soft mwah, giving it a swirl with her tongue that made Flash moan and sink into the pillows.
But he found the energy to comply, and obediently reached to fuss with the intricacies of Sonata’s bra. He remembered all too well the time he’d fumbled too long with Sunset’s—that’d become yet another thing they never tried again.
Sonata, though, looked like she would’ve let him take his time, as happy as she looked with bobbing her head on his shaft.
The moment her bra finally fell away, though, she pulled his dick out of her mouth, sat up and turned to face him, straddling his chest with her thighs.
It hadn’t quite sunk in earlier how busty Sonata was. Her top hadn’t been nearly as form-fitting as her skirt. But with that out of the way, she had these two big, plump, jiggly mounds of perfection hanging off her chest, and she stuck them out like she knew it.
“Aren’t they adorable?” she giggled, cupping them with her hands and giggling.
Truer words had rarely been spoken. Flash lifted his arm. “Can I…?”
“Sure! That’s what they’re there for, right?” Sonata chirped, but just as Flash reached out, she held up a halting finger. “But first, before I forget…”
She scooted back, reaching to grip his fully erect dick. She gave it a long, loving stroke before lifting her hips up, pausing to aim, and easing herself down. Flash’s dick slid slowly into her pussy, inch after inch vanishing from sight. Sonata let out a long, low moan as she sank down, petering out into a quiet sigh when she’d taken the whole darn thing inside her.
“I love dicks,” she said, as casually as if she didn’t have one in her and she had no concept of intimacy. “Like, my sisters are pretty much perfect, but sometimes I sooo wish one of them had a nice, big tasty one, y’know?”
Flash nodded blearily, acclimating to the hitherto unrivaled joy of having his dick stuffed in something warm and tight. “Yeah, that’d… be pretty great,” he mumbled, barely sure what he was agreeing to.
Sonata giggled, leaning forwards and jiggling her tits with her hands right as Flash had started to lose the tiniest bit of interest in them. Not to say they weren’t fucking amazing, just that touching them wouldn’t get him to bust a nut and he could barely bring himself to want anything else just then.
“Well, if one of them ever grows one, I’ll make sure to bring you over so we can share it,” Sonata said with a grin. “But I know most guys are more into these, so…” She grabbed Flash’s hand by the wrist and pulled it up to her chest.
Factually, she was probably wrong about her boobs existing to be fondled. But also factually, they were quite objectively the best things Flash had ever touched. They were warm, so soft despite their perkiness, and big enough that one grope just couldn’t cover it all. Which, sadly, meant that he had to spent quite a long time squeezing them to make sure every bit got some attention.
Life was hard.
“I wish I’d had these back when I was a for realsies siren,” Sonata said in between delighted sighs. “Aren’t they just the most fun things ever?”
Flash opened his mouth, but Sonata shushed. “I know you know they are,” Sonata whispered, giggling. She put her hands on top of Flash’s, pushing his palms into her tits. She moaned, arching her back. “Oh, I wanna have you fuck them sooo bad. Maybe later.”
As if punctuating her own statement, she lifted her hips, sliding a few inches of Flash’s cock out of her pussy, then dropped back down.
Flash grunted. His world was saturated with heat; Sonata’s inner walls gripped his dick snugly. Sonata giggled, rocking her hips and arching her back. “Yep,” she sighed breathily, bouncing slowly on Flash’s dick. Her tits practically frolicked. “I’m glad we met.”
That put a smile on Flash’s face, a wry grin, as if the breasts in his hands and the pussy around his cock had just been appetizers. Sonata looked down at him, eyes captivating and shining with greed, and he grinned, sank his fingers into the soft, inviting mounds on her chest and thrust up into her.
One thought that crossed his mind was to wonder where she had been the rest of his life. The more prudent one, he realized, was to celebrate what a stroke of good fortune it was that their paths crossed.
Because, wherever she’d been before, she was right there, right now, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow, so vocal in her joy Flash might have thought every single thrust made her climax. She was hardly ever quiet, just like when they weren’t fucking.
When, finally, he could last no longer, the bliss of pumping Sonata full of cum—the trickle of pride that it was the third time that day and still didn’t disappoint—was easily one of the best feelings of his life.
What time it was when Flash woke up, he couldn’t say. Nighttime, but that was as specific as he could get. He was lying on his back in bed, head resting on pillows. Were it not for the quiet breaths he heard and the soft, distinctly organic warmth he felt by his side, he could have written the last night off as a dream.
But Sonata was there, resting by his side. She really was ridiculously pretty. And that wasn’t just coming from Flash having seen her naked the night before—even covered by the bed sheets up to her neck, her face and hair alone made her prettier than most girls he’d seen. A faint hint of her bust, accentuated by the curves of the sheets, didn’t hurt, but it was far from necessary.
… which was not to say Flash wasn’t tempted to peek under those sheets. Of course he was.
But he didn’t exactly know what Sonata would want to do when she woke up. It wasn’t like they’d… well, done much of anything, really. It’d pretty much just been a day-long one-night-stand, so far. It’d be risky to get his hopes and think she’d be doing anything but packing up, heading out, and probably never seeing him again.
He hadn’t realized quite how sad a thought that was until he’d put it that way in his head.
Although, thinking about it, hadn’t she said she might—
As he thought back to what she’d said last night, he almost jumped. Something prodded at his thigh.
He almost asked, “Sonata? Is that you?” but then the something prodded at him again, and this time another something joined it, and they lingered. Their touch was warm and wet; they almost felt like fingers, blunt and long, but they were much too thick, certainly for Sonata. Flash shivered; electricity ran up his spine, as the somethings under the covers ran up his legs.
A third one joined the first two, snaking around one of his ankles, and then a fourth took his other. Beside him, Sonata stirred slightly, and though her eyes stayed tightly shut, her lips pursed into a drunken, lusty grin.
The… tentacles, was that the word? Whatever they were, the tentacles at Flash’s ankles coiled a bit more tightly around him. The two on his legs crawled higher still, winding along his thighs. His breath hitched; he was caught between the frightened urge to look under the covers and the… strangely enticing thrill of not knowing exactly what Sonata was doing to him.
Sunset had teased him for being a pushover, after all; in a way, it was relieving to have Sonata, without once speaking, acknowledge and appreciate the same quality.
Assuming that’s what was happening.
Sonata slid up a little closer to him, snuggling against his side. Her breasts cozied up to him, large and round and so, so delightful. She moaned quietly, in perfect synchrony with the tentacles snaking up to Flash’s crotch. He made a shuddering gasp as one wrapped around his not-yet-hard cock, encircling it once before winding off and away. It and its comrade both circled around towards his rear, stubbornly trying to squeeze underneath where he lay.
He laid there, utterly unsure how to react. The tentacles nudged and prodded, rougher with each moment. He chewed on his lip anxiously; he looked to Sonata again.
Nothing. Her face was unreadably serene, quietly content in her slumber.
Indecision wracked Flash’s mind. He’d been out of his depth with Sonata before, and that was when she was being at least sort of normal. Tentacles, though… he had no idea what he was getting into.
So the smart thing, he supposed, would’ve been to get out of bed as soon as he could.
Yet another tentacle slithered up his leg, wrapping snugly around his dick. He could feel the tip—the shape of it reminded him of his own tip, and that realization made his cheeks swelteringly ablaze.
He shifted his weight, ever so slightly, and the tentacles beneath him tried to dart forwards. One of their tips just reached the rim of his asshole; he quivered at the size of it, even as tantalizing dreams stirred in its wake.
He’d never really had anything stuck up there. Never even… thought about it, really. In his head, that’d always been something boys did to girls—not him and Sunset, just as a general rule—which might have been what made the thought so salaciously delightful.
If he’d had any lingering reservations, thoughts of, “this feels good” and “what’s the worst that could happen?” stamped them out. He paused, took a long, deep breath, and turned over completely on his side.
For a moment, he contemplated, with some hectic blend of dread and anticipation, just how big the tips of those tentacles felt. But then one of them was stuffing itself into him, and he was shocked both by its slickness and how wide open it stretched him. The fat, slick tip shoved right up into him; he squirmed, biting back something that would have been much louder than the grunt he let out. The tentacle was thick and warm, but another shiver shot through him like frigid lightning. The tentacle flexed and throbbed, wiggling slightly, exploring his body. In front of him, Sonata’s face was beautified by a dazed, dreamy smile.
When the second tentacle’s tip prodded inquisitively at the same hole, thoughts of hell no how can it fit and oh fuck yes please do warred in his so delightfully conflicted brain. It was difficult to take stock of it when there was so much competition, but a squirm saw his dick rubbing against the bed, engorged and achingly hard.
All of which made the next two sensations—first a giggle tickling his ears, then a velvety-soft hand palming his shaft—jarring despite their sweetness.
“Hey, Flashie,” Sonata purred. Her voice was a breeze of hot air in Flash’s face, dripping of arousal and lurid bliss. “Enjoying yourself?”
She punctuated her question by lovingly stroking Flash’s dick. He liked to think his stamina was usually quite satisfactory, but just then he felt like Sonata was toying with the most jittery of triggers, like all it would take was just one right touch and he’d cum right then and there.
“Sorry about the, you know…” Sonata’s eyes opened halfway, shadowy and sensual in the dim light. The tentacles coiled around Flash’s ankles loosened, just slightly. “I don’t always find boys who’re down for it right away.”
“You, um—” Flash blurted, then stopped to figure out what he was saying, then felt his train of thought go careening over the horizon when an undulation of the tentacle in his ass twisted the rails into a pretzel. “You can keep them there.” His cheeks flushed and flamed.
But Sonata grinned, and the tentacles at Flash’s ankles tightened, and then suddenly his vision was stuffed full of Sonata’s face and he tasted her lips again.
Sonata moaned when their mouths parted. “In that case…”
Two more tentacles slithered with blindingly frenetic speed to bind Flash’s wrists, pinning his hands while the lower two seized his legs.
The bigger tentacle slid back, inch after inch peeling out of his ass, and then it thrust back in. Flash’s whole body shook; he didn’t stop himself from gasping. Sonata moaned softly, nestling against Flash’s torso, idly playing with his dick. “You’re my new favorite,” she murmured quietly, just before the thick tentacle in him pulled back for another sharp thrust and Flash quivered and groaned. He got a happy tingle from that, and not just from the tentacle invading his ass.
A second later, the other thick tentacle slipped away from his rear and poked up to hover in front of his face. He got a good look at it for the first time; it was hard to make out color in the dark, but the type was almost eerily phallic, and the blue skin streaked with blotches of pigment.
“Wanna be even more my favorite?” Sonata asked; the tentacle slunk forward, prodding at Flash’s lips.
He thought for a moment. Before he could announce his decision, the lower thick tentacle wiggled out and thrust back in, and a jolt of pleasure made him gasp again. His mouth opened, and suddenly it was stuffed full of wriggling, surprisingly delicious tentacle. It tasted like some kind of popsicle.
Sonata let out a long, shuddering, unabashedly salacious moan. She writhed where she lay, her breaths turning ragged as the two thick tentacles started moving in unison. Flash felt like meat in a sandwich, blanketed on what might as well have been all sides by tentacle. He felt his body being shifted, his legs spread wider apart, the two thick tentacles hammering deeper and deeper inside him.
He felt drunk on anticipation. The tentacles felt so much like cocks—did that mean they’d act like them too, that they’d eventually climax? He could only assume so—or was that a hope?—based on Sonata’s reactions to the whole thing.
The flip side of that anticipation, of course, was anxiety. Sonata had always swallowed, when he’d cum in her mouth; would she expect him to do the same for her? What if he couldn’t, or didn’t—maybe there would be too much, or he wouldn’t like the taste of it—
In the end, he managed to find hope tangled in the symphony of moans coming from Sonata’s throat. He doubted he’d ever heard someone sounding happier. It was contagious; one tentacle pounded into his ass, another wriggled inside his mouth and gave him newfound appreciation for Sonata’s fondness of sucking him off.
All of which made the eventual, momentary lull the height of tense excitement. The tentacles inside him both spasmed in synchrony. Hot, clinging fluid came out of them in great spurts, flooding his mouth and rectum. He gagged, spluttered, and got a generous spray on the chest when the tentacle in his mouth popped out and flicked about.
And then, a mere moment later, he went over the edge himself and his dick pumped out his fourth orgasm of the night. It felt paltry compared to the tentacles’ output, but the joy of it put all the others he could remember to shame.
“Oooo, you’re gooood, getting them both off at once like that,” Sonata moaned. Flash looked and saw her grinning, eyes shining in the dark, wide and eager. As the second thick tentacle vacated Flash’s ass, Sonata snuggled up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and cuddling his chest with her sticky, cum-splattered breasts. “Short break, but then we gotta keep moving, okay?”
Flash blinked, managing enough of a thought through the post-coital haze to realize he was confused. Then he realized that his wrists and ankles were still being held.
Then he saw two more tentacles snaking out from under the covers, each as thick as the two that’d just cum all over him.
Then two more. And then more. And even more. Aaand even more…
Sonata grinned at him, her eyes promising a night packed to the brim with sensual riches. “The last boy I was with only managed four, but…” she dragged a finger along Flash’s bare chest, swiping a glob of cum off and slurping it down, then batting her eyes “... you can do better, right?”
Flash gulped and braced himself.
Flash waved goodbye to his gaggle of school-buddies, walking until he was a politely separated distance from them, and then quickening his pace.
It was difficult to believe it’d only been two weeks since he’d met Sonata in that theater. Time flew and fun and all that, he supposed. He’d ended up thinking about her most of that day, and continued to do so as he made his way back home.
He half-expected Sonata to already be in there waiting for him, antsy and eager and bubbly. That’s how it’d gone a couple days ago—he’d gotten back home, it barely took her a minute to plop him down on the couch, and then they spent the next hour or so with Sonata doing both the mouth-dependent activities she loved. Not at the same time, although she did make an admirable effort once or twice. The tentacles, it turned out, weren’t an everyday thing—she was so exhausted the day after showing him the first time that she’d barely wanted to do a thing.
Today, though… today was…
… well, it was a Thursday, but Sonata had seen a poodle the day before, so it was going to be a special Thursday (with cheese). It puzzled Flash how quickly he’d stopped questioning decrees like that. Easier that way, he guessed.
Whatever the reasoning behind it, he sent a text to Sonata letting her know she could come over, and then a few minutes later he was prone on his bed, naked and so, so ready. He had earbuds in, rock music blaring through his ears, because he loved being surprised by Sonata’s tentacles when he didn’t hear her entering the room.
His old record was nine. When that first sticky limb slithered around his thigh, he wondered if he could go for eleven.
