Serenades of a Siren

The remainder of Anon’s school week went without incident. Despite suffering through a number of mid-term exams, he’d made it to Friday and had the whole weekend to look forward to. So far as he knew, he’d passed all of his tests, although that wasn’t what kept his mind occupied - no, that honor went to Adagio Dazzle.

Even though he hadn’t gotten the chance to spend any time with her, since they were both busy with studying or various obligations, the charming young woman was never far from his thoughts. He’d been lucky enough to help her pass an exam, and he’d fool around with her twice, but that wasn’t the best part. On Thursday afternoon, she’d given him a VIP backstage pass to one of her shows.

Anon knew all about the Dazzlings, the mythical trio of songstresses, though he’d never been fortunate enough to see them perform live. Sure, he’d bought their albums and listened to them regularly, yet actually being among a crowd to watch them sing hadn’t happened. Not only were their shows rather costly, but he wasn’t too keen on the prospect of standing shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of overly enthusiastic fans - which was exactly why the VIP pass got him so excited.

Because of her gift, he’d be able to see the show from the relative seclusion of backstage, effectively removing any elements from the concert! It left little doubt that Adagio had held him in her thoughts, considering how exclusive his ticket was. The only fly in the ointment was that, in spite of having texted her several times, he hadn’t heard from her.

The lack of communication, while odd and a touch unsettling, didn’t sully his plans to attend her show. On Friday afternoon, after showering and slipping into a pair of comfortable shorts and t-shirt, Anon made his way to the colosseum. Flashing his pass to the security at the gate, he was ferried to the private area behind the set. Sadly, after being escorted to the area, he was left to find a place for himself.

Roadies and assistants scampered about, setting up equipment or making last minute preparations for this or that. Slowly working his way across the stage, hearing the excited throng just behind the curtain, he looked for his girlfriend - well, not technically his girlfriend. Even though they’d screwed one another twice, they’d yet to make any sort of official proclamation. It only took him a few minutes to spot a very singular gold streaked, apricot colored afro.

“Adagio!” Anon shouted out, weaving his way towards her. Hearing her name, she turned and gave the briefest little smile. Slowing as he approached, he fought the urge to hug her. “Thanks for the ticket!”

“It’s no problem,” she responded, straightening her skirt.

“You…” he awkwardly began, fidgeting a bit, “You had me worried there, since you didn’t return my texts.”

The slightest blush crept across Adagio’s cheeks, upon hearing his remark. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen his messages, but she wasn’t sure how to reply. Having someone other than Aria or Sonata regularly speak with her was a rarity and, given her friends were by her side practically constantly, she rarely checked her phone. Rubbing her neck, she looked to the floor.

“I figured I could talk with you today, since I knew - well, hoped you’d be here,” she murmured, keeping her eyes averted.

“Why wouldn’t I come!” Anon exclaimed, impulsively reaching out and taking her hand. “I’ve always wanted to see you guys perform live!”

Feeling his fingers lace with her own, Adagio’s heart skipped a beat. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled away. As pleasant as seeing him was, she had a show to put on. “There are a few chairs over there,” she indicated, nodding her head towards the right hand side of the stage. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable. Oh! If you’re thirsty, help yourself to a drink or snack from the concession table that’s just down the hall,” she continued, pointing towards a doorway.

“Thanks,” he beamed, watching her walk towards the center of the state. “Adagio,” he called, causing her to turn, “good luck!” She grinned back and gave him a sheepish little wave, having stopped for a moment, before turning back to get into position. The performance was about to begin and he needed to get ready himself.

Rushing over to the area she’d pointed to, Anon grabbed a chair and took a seat. Situated as he was, just out of view of the crowd, his view was damn near perfect. Just as he settled in, having dragged over a bin to prop his feet on, the lights dimmed, the curtain withdrew, and a fog machine whirred to life - just like that, from the shadows on the stage, a trio of voices cut through the air.

Anon couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone through such an array of emotions while out in public. Hollering and clapping his hands for the high energy songs, while being mute and moved by their more somber melodies, he was positively amazed by the show. Their execution was flawless and they hit every note perfectly; the sheer energy of actually being there to hear them sing, listening to the crowd go wild, added a whole new level of energy to the experience.

The trio of musicians stood on stage for nearly forty minutes straight, before they concluded their part of the concert came to an end. Skipping off stage, gleefully waving at their fans, the Dazzlings retreated from the attendees’ view. Aria and Sonata trotted past Anon, although their lead did not. Strutting up to the young man, she slowed.

“Was it as good as you were expecting?” Adagio smugly asked, cocking one hip.

Covered in sweat and breathing heavily, she stood before Anon. She had to be tired, what with all the song’s she’d just sung, but she was just as bewitching as she’d always been. Pushing himself up, he stepped closer to her and offered her a can of soda he’d hastily purloined from the break room.

“Even better than I could have imagined,” he breathed. “For the life of me, I don’t know how you hit those high notes…”

“Pfft - as if; you’ve made me hit them on several occasions,” she snickered, looking him from head to toe.

Despite having just finished her performance, there was an undeniable look of hunger in her eyes - one which Anon had only seen a handful of times. Inching back, his cheeks darkening, he crammed his hands into his pockets. “Heh - yeah…” he weakly laughed, trying not to glance at her crotch.

He was well aware of what lay hidden beneath the brightly colored fabric of her shorts, even if he didn’t understand how she managed to conceal the damn thing. Hung like a horse, quite literally, she was like something out of the bawdiest wet dream. Although he had little doubt that other guys may shy away from a girl packing her vascular caliber of heat, her additional hardware only served to make her even more perfect than she already was - at least, it did for him.

“You know,” she purred, stepping closer and leaning towards him, “maybe I could give you a private show…”

Anon swallowed hard, as the lilting and sinful words drifted to his ear. He had no quandaries about getting a little bit of special attention from her, although her advance had been completely out of the blue. Fighting the urge to thrust himself at the opportunity to bed her for a third time, he cocked his head to the side.

“I’m guessing performances get you a little wound up?” he timidly inquired, forcing a smile.

“Mmmmhmmm,” Adagio hummed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards a corridor. “You have no idea…”

It was true, there were few things that got her blood pumping harder than belting out a ballad for a crowd. Tugging at her classmate's arm, she hauled him along behind herself. The venue was large enough to afford her and her bandmates changing rooms; though she hadn’t used hers before the concert, she sure as hell intended to put the private space to good use.

Trailing behind the songstress, Anon was torn. On one hand, getting the chance to sate his nigh unquenchable lust for her was definitely appealing, he had a reservation. Yes, he had a growing erection - sure, he’d probably cave and end up fucking her in some way or another - but he needed to get something off his chest. It only took them a minute or two to reach their destination, where he found himself being pulled inside a relatively small dressing room. There was a couch, a restroom, a coffee table, and a standing mirror; all in all, it was cozy and well equipped.

Turning the lock behind herself, Adagio turned and rested her back against the door. “Pants,” she intoned, leveling a digit at his slacks, “now.”

Setting his jaw, Anon summoned every ounce of courage he had. She was, without a doubt, the hottest woman he could imagine and the best lay he’d ever had - hell, she even had a fucking horse cock! Still, he wasn’t going to be used like some living sex toy by her. Taking a shuddering breath, he glared at her.

“Are we dating or what?” he demanded.

She stared blankly at him for a moment, almost as if processing what he’d said. “Excuse me?”

“Are we dating?” Anon repeated, feeling as if his heart was going to jump through his chest. “I...I don’t…” he faltered, slamming his fist against the nearby table, “if we’re going to fool around, I want to know that it means something.”

Adagio opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. Earlier that afternoon, when he’d asked about not getting a reply to his messages, she’d only been half truthful with him. She did want to speak with him at the show, yet it was specifically regarding an issue she’d been having. Like it or not, she’d found herself thinking about him more and more often.

He was relatively smart, goodhearted, was attracted to every part of her, and he’d actually done his best to help her with classwork. It was all too possible that he could have done it merely to try and get in her pants, although something told her that wasn’t the case. As crazy as it sounded, serendipity seemed to have led her to him.

“It’s...it’s just…” she gulped, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“Just tell me if you don’t actually like me,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll admit, the more time I spend with you, the more enchanted I am with you. If you’re going to rip my heart out, I’d rather it be sooner than later…”

Moving towards her, Anon went to push the girl aside. Fear, anxiety, and resentment bubbled up within him, warring with his sense of reason. Even if she wasn’t romantically interested, he was about to walk away from the hottest and, as far as he knew, biggest dicked girl on the face of the planet, although that didn’t stop him. He’d rather spend his nights alone with his hand and a bottle of lotion than to wind up getting emotionally crushed.

“Stop!” Adagio barked, grabbing his shoulder. He cocked his head, peering over at her, with his hand resting on the doorknob. “I...I…” she stammered, screwing her eyes shut. Seconds ticked by and the two stood mute. When she heard the lock turn, something snapped.

Bowling him over, she tackled him onto the couch. “I like you alright!” she bleated, pressing her chest to his. “I like you and I don’t want you to go. Please...Please don’t leave me now. I...I don’t know why, but you’re just so genuinely nice to me. You’ve always been so sweet, even when I’m being a bitch, and I don’t - !!!” her impassioned admission was cut short, as the young man pressed his lips to hers.

In the blink of an eye, Adagio reciprocated. Their bodies became entwined, pulling and pawing at one another, as they made out. Each moaned into the other’s mouth, while their tongues wrestled. The bonfire of their feelings and yearnings had been ignited and there was only one thing which would quell the growing inferno.

Anon wasn’t even aware that his hand had wandered over her back and to her hip, until his thumb dug under the waistband of her shorts. The warmth of her flesh against his digit caused him to impulsively tug at the garment. Intended or not, his impulsivity had an immediate and provocative effect. The girl placed one palm against his chest, as she pushed herself up and away.

Without saying a word, she wrenched the jacked from off her frame and began pulling her shirt up and over her head. The young man took no time to stop and watch; as soon as he’d seen her beginning to disrobe, he did the same. With his classmate standing beside him, he clumsily undid his pants and drew them down his legs.

Having removed everything above her waist, Adagio bent over and hauled her shorts and panties down her legs. Though she hadn’t meant to wind up with her face less than a foot from Anon’s then free boner, the sight dumped fuel on her salacious fire. Licking her lips, she stood and took a step to the side.

One of the only things she’d brought to the concert had been a small shoulder bag. Her phone, a bit of cash, keys, and a few other useful odds and ends were in the satchel, though there was something very specific she needed to find. Blindly rummaging around, her fingers graced a singularly shaped plastic bottle.

Casting the bag back to the floor, now that she’d gotten what she sought, she flipped the top of the small container and squeezed a rather generous amount of slick, gooey lotion onto her free palm. As she reached back to apply some of the lube to her backside, a hand darted out from the couch.

“I think I’m going to be needing that,” Anon muttered, snatching the bottle from her grasp. Shuffling onto the couch, leaving his head on the armrest, he squirted some of the viscous substance onto his fingers.

Adagio slowed, as the young man reached between his parted legs, past his throbbing prick, to his backdoor. She realized he was into her, but she had no idea he’d been that keen on getting plowed. Idly stroking her hardening prick, she watched him finger himself.

Seeing her looking down at him, Anon bashfully grinned up at her. It wasn’t the fact that they were both naked that had him feeling restless - no, it was because he’d started shamelessly warming himself up. “I - uh - already cleaned and stuff, if that’s what you’re worried about. Just give me a second. I was sore for a few days after we did it in your apartment, so I -”

“I am going to ride that dick so fucking hard,” she whispered, throwing one leg up and over his waist. Swiftly pulling his hand up and away from his groin, she sank to her knees and straddled him. Seated on his waist, feeling his turgid manhood resting in the cleft of her rump, she snickered. Extending an arm back, she seized his dick and brought it to her entrance. Feeling the tip of his length kiss her pucker, she bore down upon him.

The sensation of his tool being steadily swallowed by the girl’s ass was amazing, though that was only part of the experience. With her seated atop him, he was treated to the absolutely divine view of her body. Her cocky smirk, her perky breasts, her toned midriff, and last but certainly not least, her gorgeous marecock and magnificent nuts. Without any warning, snapping him from his reverie, she started bouncing.

“Feel free to - Mmmmm - join in,” Adagio hummed, relishing the sensation of his manhood within her. Though her member positively dwarfed his, she was more than pleased with his size. Unlike herself, his junk was the perfect size and shape to stimulate her overly productive prostate. Arching her back slightly, she lazily impaled herself on him.

Gently grabbing her hips, Anon bucked up to meet her downward plunges. Warm and astonishingly snug, she skillfully milked him on the upstrokes. Delightful physical sensations aside, he couldn’t help but be distracted by the long, girthy pillar of flesh bobbing before him. Glancing to her face, noting that her eyes were closed, he moved one hand around her waist.

Adagio gasped, as his fingers wrapped around the base of her shaft. She hadn’t planned on asking him for a handjob, but she certainly wasn’t going to turn one down. Quickening her pace, she moved with steadily increasing speed and force. “I bet you love this don’t you,” she cooed, pausing to gyrate her hips.

Too enwrapt by the show and the sensations she afforded him, Anon dumbly nodded. It was true, she was a veritable feast for the senses. The delicate aroma of her sweat and musk drifted to him, adding another sensual layer to the event as a whole. With every passing second, he was thrusting his hips harder and faster.

As badly as Adagio would have liked to affectionately tease her paramour, driving him wild with her honeyed words, she kept silent. The fact of the matter was his manhood, paired with her feelings towards him, was pushing her to the limit at a breakneck pace. Under normal circumstances, she would have lasted much, much longer, though that wasn’t the case.

She’d admitted her growing fondness of him to him, which removed a substantial weight off her shoulders; it may not have seemed like such a monumental affair, yet denying herself of her emotions had been slowly taking a toll - now freed, new life had been breathed into her. A muted groan shook her from her thoughts, causing her to glance down at him.

“I...I don’t know how…” Anon sputtered, fighting tooth and nail against his impending release. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were screwed shut, and the muscles about his frame tensed, though his pistoning did not slow.

“Hey,” she sweetly called, drawing his attention. Knowing he was about to pop, she decided to send him flying over the edge. With her hands behind her head, giving him an unparalleled view of her body, she gave him the most seductive smile she could muster. “Cum for me,” she commanded, as one heavily lidded eye shot him a wink.

Just like that, he came. Simultaneously pulling her to himself and bucking into her, his tool erupted in her backside. Grunting triumphantly, painting her interior with his essence, his hips fitfully twitched and trembled. As sublime as his release was, he’d taken care to continue stroking her throbbing shaft. It was only when he noticed the battering ram-like tip of her length growing larger that he stopped.

“I...I want it inside,” he croaked, releasing her length.

Adagio’s jaw flapped uselessly, attempting to find something to say to him. After trying and failing for a moment, feeling him soften within her, she chuckled and shook her head. If she couldn’t find the words to tell him how she felt, she’d just have to let her actions speak for her. Rising to a kneeling position, unsheathing herself from his length, she moved back between his slowly spreading legs.

Anon knew what was coming and it filled him with a heady cocktail of trepidation and excitement. Plowing her was fun - amazing, in fact; but feeling his innards contort around her behemoth member was something altogether different. Grabbing his ankles, pulling his legs upwards, he presented himself like a porn star on set.

WIth her feet against the opposite end of the couch, Adagio guided the head of her stallionhood to his hole. Milking some pre-cum from her dick, spying his slickened pucker, she had little doubt that they’d have plenty of lube; she just hoped he was ready for what she was about to deliver, because she was not going to take it easy on him. If he wanted to be her partner, he’d get to experience everything she had. Working three fingers into his hole, ensuring he was loosened up enough to continue, she grinned wolfishly down at him.

“You ready, big boy?” she breathed.

“For you - anytime…” he sighed, losing himself in her brilliant ruby eyes.

Slowly, showing a remarkable amount of self restraint, Adagio ground into him. Anon took slow, steady breaths, doing what he could to remain relaxed. Seconds dragged by and the pressure on his backdoor mounted. Finally, with a particularly frustrated shove, the bloated tip Popped into his taut hole.

The two froze, each beset with the absurdly captivating sensations the other afforded. Having slipped nearly a third of her shaft into his tush, Adagio relished the slick and shockingly accommodating confines of his rear; Anon, on the other hand, squirmed beneath her. Despite having taken her before, the experience was intense. Peering up at her, knowing she’d only gotten a few inches into him, he nodded and signaled her to continue.

Taking her time, she languidly began humping. Each thrust drove a fraction of her length deeper into his depths, as she wormed her way into him. Little by little, bit by bit, she molded his interior to her mighty stallionhood. Peering downwards, past her gently swaying bosoms, she watched his pucker cling to her tool - that was, until she heard a whimper.

Gazing at his face, seeing the undeniably sensual look in his eyes, the force of her thrusts grew. She knew he wanted it and, by Celestia, that’s exactly what he was going to get. As her medial ring crept into him, crushing his prostate, the remnants of his first load dribbled out of his semi-flaccid prick. Nearly hilted, with not but a few inches left, she slowly leaned forward.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she purred, pressing her palms to the mattress.

“Mmmhmm,” Anon hummed. He could feel his insides rearranging, conforming to the mammoth intrusion.

Glancing to his sides, he released his legs and let them rest against her arms. He could scarcely believe it, he’d actually wound up in some simulacrum of a mating press. She had to be taking it easy on him, though he had a solution for that. Filled with hubris and an unabashed want to get fucked senseless, he reached up and gingerly twisted the girl’s nipples.

It was hard enough having to hold back, since she’d yet to blow a load, but Anon’s teasing flipped a switch within Adagio. Bringing her face lower, pecking and biting her way from his chest to his neck, she breathed hotly in his ear. “So,” she growled, drawing her tongue up the side of his face, “that’s how it’s going to be - huh?”

Fortune favors the brave and the stupid - at least, that’s what Anon told himself, as he grabbed her head and turned her to face him directly. “Breed me like you have a pair, you stud,” he snarled, punctuating his statement by a passionate kiss. If she was going to plow him like a mate, he was damn determined to make it count.

Finding his tongue suddenly in her mouth, hearing his impulsive demand, the primal portions of Adagio’s mind leapt to the fore. Leaning in further, she grabbed his ankles, pressed her breasts against his chest, and wrenched his legs further upward. With his feet to either side of his head, and his tush torqued upward, she began pounding him with reckless abandon.

Between her body weight and the force of her thrusts, Anon was driven into the soft cushions of the sofa. Contorted like a pretzel, being used like a breathing onahole, it was only then that he realized the raw, unrefined power of the equipment she wielded. There was no way on earth that anyone could withstand a fucking of the magnitude she was doling out, yet he persevered. He’d shambled away from it once before and was sure as hell going to make it through a second round.

“T...that really all you got?” he huffed, his body slowly acclimating to her rough rutting.

“Just shut up and - Nnnph - kiss me, you magnificent bastard,” Adagio huffed, before locking lips with him yet again. The steady deep-dicking she administered transitioned into absolutely brutal jackhammering. She was on the cusp, teetering on the razor’s edge of losing herself, all she needed was a nudge.

Under the full brunt of her carnal assault, Anon lost himself. Though he’d only just reached his limit a few minutes ago, he could already sense himself barrelling towards another climax. Her stallionhood, the heavenly unit which was brutalizing his insides and tender prostate, was undeniable. The raw power of her shaft pushed him to his very limit, threatening to overtake his sanity.

Squirming his head to the side and back, he freed his mouth. There was something he had to say, before his tenuous grasp of reality slipped from his fingers. Mercifully she retracted her face, if only slightly, and looked upon him. He gasped, filling his lungs with air, and stared deeply into her eyes.

“Breed me!” he howled, painting his abdomen and chest with spunk.

Adagio shuddered, the muscles about her frame jerking and trembling violently. Hilting within him, leaving her hefty nuts resting against the cheeks of his behind, a veritable tsunami of foal batter surged through her length into him. She could have grit her teeth - she could have given a triumphant growl or snarl - yet she did not. Her head shot forward, accentuating their near-tandem orgasm with one final kiss.

His battered ass quivered around her, seemingly milking her length of every drop of seed. With their eyes closed and tongues warring with one another, they rapturously moaned into one another’s mouths. It was a singular moment, as their amorous affection and genuine like for each other fed into the nirvanic finish.

Anon fought valiantly to remain conscious, only barely escaping the warm, tender embrace of the void. The heat and pressure of her load seemingly forced his ecstasy to double in strength, leaving him utterly at a loss. As impossible as it may have seemed, he’d found the perfect woman.

As the seconds ticked by and the post-coitus stupor settled over Adagio, she released her mate’s legs. Reassuming something akin to a missionary position, while leaving her tool buried in his tush, she put her hands to good use. Pawing at him, feeling him, clutching his head, she left her digits to wander about his body.

Anon did much the same, having regained the use of his arms. Holding her to himself, feeling her essence sloshing around in his abdomen, his passion reached unfathomable heights. The pair were so caught up with one another, swiftly whipping themselves up for another round of bawdy hijinks, that neither heard the door creak open.

“Oh hell yeah! Dagi got us a groupie to fuck!” a voice excitedly rasped, putting an immediate halt to the lust fueled makeout session.

Anon looked up and spied a pair of figures standing besides the sofa. It only took a second to process who had interrupted his good time. Aria and Sonata, the other members of the Dazzlings, stood an arm’s reach away. Each was in their outfit from the show, a pair of skin-tight yoga pants and a pink skirt respectively, yet something was off. Looking back and forth between their groins, noticing the fleshy appendages in their hands, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.

“No!” Adagio interjected, covetously pulling the young man to herself. “He’s mine and I am not sharing!”

“Wait…” Aria murmured, inspecting Anon’s face, “Isn’t that the nobody from - Ooof!“ she grunted, as their lead singer reached out and smacked her nuts.

“Unless you want worse, kindly fuck off!” Adagio growled.

“W...whatever!” Aria petulantly stammered, wincing and stuffing her dick back into her pants. “Come on, Sonata, there’s plenty of ass for us to find.”

“Awwwwww,” Sonata whined, her gaze lingering on Anon’s shocked face. “He’s kind of cute too…” she groused. Tucking her junk back into her panties, she scampered after her pigtailed friend.

“Think they’re going to barge in here and fuck my boyfriend, there the…” Adagio’s grumbling trailed off, having realized what she said. Peering down, noticing the look of abject happiness on the young man’s face, she hastily looked away. Despite having just screwed and been screwed by him, she went a remarkable shade of crimson. “I...I mean, if I w...was dating you, I would - “

“Shut up and kiss me, Babe…” Anon chuckled, his fingers drifting through her hair.

Picking up where they’d left off, prior to being disturbed, they properly finished the makeout session. Adagio reluctantly withdrew, hauling her slick and floppy length from his backdoor. On unsteady legs, helping one another shamble into the restroom, they hopped into the shower. There were many, many things to discuss, although that could wait.

Save for the occasional giggle, they remained silent while they washed up, dried, and got dressed. It was only after they were nearly ready to depart, tying their shoes and straightening themselves up, that Anon cleared his throat. He’d heard what she’d said clear as day, but he needed to be sure.

“Boyfriend, huh?” he nonchalantly asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adagio shifted in place, anxiously rubbing her arm and averting her gaze from him. “Well, yeah, I guess,” she finally admitted, almost begrudgingly.

Stepping over to her, hooking a finger under her chin, Anon turned her face towards himself. “You keep being cute like that and I might hold your hand in public - or worse, maybe give you a little kiss,” he teased, pecking her cheek.

“W...Well if you do that, I...I’d have to fuck you until you can’t walk straight!” she retorted. Her cheeks darkened and a very distinct bulge within her shorts throbbed, outright dismantling her threatening tone.

“Only if you promise,” he whispered, breathing hotly on her lips.

“I can not believe this guy!” Adagio groused, throwing her hands up in defeat. Stomping past him, she disappeared out the door.

Anon stood mute, his eyes fixated on the vacant doorway. For the briefest moment, his heart stopped entirely. He’d overstepped his bounds, pushed her to flee. Should he follow her? What would he say? Why would he say something so reckless? A maelstrom of cataclysmic thoughts whirled about in his head. Thankfully, it didn’t stay that way for long.

“Are you coming?” Adagio groaned, her head popping back into view. “Until you’re properly trained, I swear, I’m going to have to get you a leash!”

Grinning like an idiot, Anon scampered after her. He’d gotten one step further with his sweetheart, having earned the title as boyfriend. Though it was true that he had no idea where their relationship would go, or what adventures awaited him, he couldn’t be happier that they’d finally made it official…