A Taste of Different Tunes...

After the sublime evening he’d spent with Sonata, Anon’s hopes couldn’t be higher for his bouts with the other two sirens. If Adagio and Aria were anything like their friend, and he sincerely hoped they were, he might just end up having to accidentally require a watery rescue more often! With a good night’s rest behind him, as well as a shower and congenial breakfast with the trio, he happily sauntered off to his next bedmate’s bedroom.

“Lemme guess,” Aria grumbled, plodding along behind him, “Sonata bottomed?”

“Well she - um -” he faltered, unsure of how to process the question. “Is that really appropriate to ask?”

Barging in behind him, pushing him towards the bed, she saw straight through his nonanswer. “Yeah, she totally did - anyways, I hope you took good notes.”

“Took notes on…” Whatever he’d been about to say was lost entirely, as he turned around and saw her skirt drift to the floor.

In a matter of seconds, mere moments since they’d entered her chamber, she’d stripped entirely, leaving her body on display. Though she was roughly the same height as Sonata, the similarities ended there - well almost. Unlike her companion, who was soft and decidedly voluptuous, the fuchsia siren was built like a damn tank.

Thick, well-toned muscles rested over nearly every inch of her titanic frame, rivaling that of a bodybuilder, yet she somehow pulled off the look in an unquestioningly feminine manner. On her chest sat a perfect pair of perky breasts, above her six pack abs, although they didn’t hold his attention - no, that was something much lower and much larger. Hanging midway down her thighs, growing bigger by the second, her cock imposingly pulsed with the beat of her heart.

Locking eyes with him, ominously bucking her hips, she pointed at the swelling appendage. “On your knees, bitch.”

With the siren blocking the doorway, he had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, leaving him with only one reasonable option. Slowly sinking down, feeling smaller than ever, he silently obeyed. His hopes of having another soft night of loving went straight out the window, seeing the domineering look in the woman’s eyes. While he couldn’t say exactly what he had in store for him, he prayed to the heavens she’d be gentle - even if his gut told him that she would be anything but.

“There ya go, just like that,” she mused, watching him sink to the floor.

Stepping forward, grasping the base of her dick, she harshly smacked him across the cheek with her length. The sheer weight of the damn thing nearly sent him reeling over, but she was far from finished. A second slap on the opposite side quickly righted him, leaving him facing the biggest fuck-stick he’d ever laid eyes upon.

“You know what to do,” she chuckled, gently smearing his face with her junk, “I can see it in your eyes.”

Indeed he did know what to do, having sucked his first girl-dick not a day before, so he did just that. Whereas he’d begun with his previous lover’s behind, he started with the imperious giant’s endowment. Burying his face in the thick folds of flesh between her tool and nuts, he breathed deep. While he’d hoped the opening act would buy him some time, showing the titan that he was willing to satisfy her, his plan backfired spectacularly.

Her scent stood in stark contrast to Sonata’s, being unquestioningly stronger and more masculine - still, strangely enough, it drew him in. Breathing in her musk, suppressing a shiver of excitement, his instincts took the wheel. It wasn’t like he’d intended to end up on his knees, venerating the siren’s divine endowment, but the circumstances virtually forced him to.

In every conceivable way, he was smaller than her. She towered over him, could more than likely fold him like a lawn chair, and her arrogant aura was enough to cave what little willpower he had. Anyone, regardless of their sex, would have been her plaything, and she knew it. Closing his eyes, as he reverently fondled her hefty nuts, he drew his tongue up her length.

Salty, bitter, and the slightest bit sour, her package had clearly gone unwashed for some time, although that didn’t cause him to slow - if anything, his pace quickened. Lazily working his way to the tip of her shaft, arching his back, he eventually reached the tip of her gargantuan tool. Staring down her dick was simultaneously the most imposing and arousing thing he’d ever experienced, but he knew he wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot.

Opening his mouth as much as he could, he hesitantly slid her into his maw. The virile scent of her loins was joined by the sensation of her velvety flesh against his tongue, spurring him onward. He hadn’t wanted to look at her, fearful of what he may see, although fading reluctance finally gave way. Peeking to her face, while her cock languidly moved towards the back of his throat, his heart skipped a beat.

She still held her wolfish smile, but there was a glimmer of something in her eyes, possibly approval, as she extended an arm and softly clutched the back of his head. Though he’d had every intention of blowing her, working her as deeply into his mouth as his jaw allowed, she was none too patient with his efforts. Pulling him forward, with all the speed and power of a glacier, she jammed herself into the taut confines of his once chaste throat.

Terror and excitement warred, as his airway was steadily choked by the rigid behemoth. He’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t pounding out of his chest - then again, that may have just been his survival instinct kicking into high gear. Reflexively pawing at his neck, feeling her inch deeper and deeper, his eyes began to water.

Fuck if he knew how she was plunging towards his stomach, considering her cock was as big as his wrist, but she was somehow making steady progress. Several inches in, backstroke, plunge forward, withdraw - there was no doubt about it, she knew exactly what she was doing. The siren was just rough enough to push his limits, though she exercised the self restraint to give him the periodic sip of air. The dichotomy of it, of having his gullet swabbed by something so massive, yet with enough control as to not cause him to black out, was mind boggling.

Seconds turned to minutes, as she impossibly plunged deeper and deeper into his throat. To call the experience intense would have been an understatement, even though she’d only just begun to use him. Despite her best efforts, or possibly because of them, she didn’t hilt his face, though he was quick to discover why. Fully unsheathing her length, leaving a strand of drool and pre-cum dangling between his lips and her fat cock-head, she motioned to the bed.

“Ass up, face down,” she growled.

Nodding, unsure if he’d be able to speak, he pushed himself up and crawled onto the mattress. Though she hadn’t said which way she wanted him facing, he had a pretty good idea what she had in mind. Facing away from her, with his knees resting on the side of the bed, he shamefully presented his behind to his haughty host. All he could do was apprehensively wait, hearing her rummage about behind him.

“Here we go,” she noted to herself, possibly having retrieved something.

Wondering what she was up to, but too anxious to ask or look at her, something cold and hard was crammed into his upturned rump. A soft yelp escaped him, as a cool sensation flooded into his depths. It didn’t hurt, and wasn’t really unpleasant, although it certainly felt extraordinarily strange. Peeking back at her, as she withdrew whatever she’d stuffed into his behind, he noted her setting a plastic bottle on her night stand.

“You’ll thank me later,” she laughed, giving his ass a resounding smack. “Now then, unless you want the other two to hear you bleating like a bitch, I’d grab a pillow and bite down.”

Before she’d even finished speaking, he reached out and fumbled for a cushion. He was lubed up and ready to go - at least, as ready as a human about to get plowed by a colossus could be - and she didn’t seem too keen on being gentle with him. Only just burying his head in the pillow, resting on his chest, he felt her nudge his virgin pucker.

“Deep breath,” she sighed, forcing her way into his rear.

He’d expected the intrusion to be uncomfortable - hell, if he was being honest, he expected it to be downright hellish - but the sensation was anything but. His eyes widened in surprise, as she slowly stretched and filled him. The feeling was intense, sure, but in a pleasant - no, downright amazing way. He sure as hell didn’t know what she’d squeezed into his behind, but it was definitely something other than simple lubricant.

Steeling himself, peering up and back at her, he noticed an amused look on her face. There was no mistaking it, she’d had her special time with him all planned out. Unhurried, gradually stuffing her monumental cock into him, she gave both of them plenty of time to adjust. When her pendulous, cum-tanks came to rest against his seemingly diminutive coin purse, having somehow hilted herself, she playfully bucked her hips.

“I’m guessing that elixir kicked in?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Y...yeah,” he stammered, stunned that he was accommodating something so large so easily. “Thanks…”

The faintest blush graced her cheeks, lasting but the blink of an eye, before she scowled and looked away. “I...I thought I said bite the pillow.”

Doing as asked, yet curious about her peculiar reaction, he nestled his head against the cushion and wiggled his tush. The heat of her sublime tool permeated through him, warming him from the inside, leaving him pining for more. While he’d never been fucked before, nor even considered playing with his backdoor, the inexplicably enjoyable sensation of her cock left him wondering just how good she could make him feel.

He could feel his hole being drawn out, as she sluggishly withdrew, before being shoved back in. Moaning into the pillow, lurching forward with the thrust, he did what he could to stifle himself - a fact which didn’t escape the woman. Falling into a steady rhythm, gradually increasing her speed, she started to rutt him in earnest.

“Mmmph Mmmph Mmmph,” he groaned in tune with her plunges.

Each buck of her hips drove the air from his lungs, evoking unseemly, wholly effeminate noises from him. The sound of her nuts slapping against him, as well as the regular impacts from her waist against his rump, filled the air like a debaucherous symphony. He would never have dreamed he’d be in such a position, being bred like some needy bitch in heat, yet there he was, and he couldn’t be happier.

On and on she went, pounding him like a well oiled machine. Owning him, wholly in control of the situation, she plowed him like the she-stud she was. There was no denying she was larger than him in all respects, and more skilled as well, so what little willpower he had slowly gave way to new and alien compulsions flowering within him.

Bucking back against her, synchronizing his movements to hers, he lent what little strength he had to the endeavor. His pride demanded he take an active role, even if the active role was throwing his ass back like a horny teen on prom night. Regaining some modicum of composure, willing his body to comply, he hungrily milked her throbbing length. His once stalwart sexuality didn’t matter, transcending any definable boundary; in the face of a goddess, he was little more than a plaything.

Grunting louder and harder than ever, rearranging his insides like it was her job, the siren pulled out all the stops. Though it took him a minute to put the pieces together, with his mind clouded by lust, he eventually realized what was happening. Aria was reaching her limit, about to blow her load in him like he was some common whore, and the thought alone nearly drove him to climax.

“Breed me!” he howled, giving voice to his deepest, darkest desires.

His plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, prompting the amazoness to hilt. With a victorious roar, stuffing every inch of her pulsing shaft in his backside, she gave him just what he was hoping for. A sublime heat surged into him, working through his guts and causing his stomach to gurgle, as what felt like gallons of baby-batter surged through him.

The influx was so great, so unimaginably immense, that he came on the spot. Jerking in the air, wholly untouched, his manhood gushed onto the sheets. He’d heard that some people could cum without touching himself, but he could never have guessed it would happen to him. Nearly crying into the pillow, overcome with an ecstasy like he’d never known, his climax hit him like a ton of bricks.

Weaving in and out of consciousness, trying desperately not to black out, he felt the siren drape herself over his back. The warmth of her body, the softness of her breasts, and her hot breath in his ear were more than comforting, but that was just an appetizer. Rolling to her side, pulling him along with herself, she flopped onto the bed.

“Hot damn, I take it you do this kinda thing often?” she weakly tittered, hugging him tightly to her chest.

Keenly aware that she was still inside him, relishing the feeling of her essence seeping into his depths, he snuggled back against her. Showing him a tender side that he didn’t know she had, possibly because she’d just given him a massive creampie, she scored several more points in his favor. In spite of her size, imposing demeanor, and harsh tone, she’d actually been astonishingly considerate towards him, administering some sort of apparently magical lube and even gradually warming him up.

“First time,” he hummed, lacing his fingers with hers, “but I’m glad it was with someone like you.”

Turning his head, giving her a peck on the nose, the most wondrous thing happened. Her face went bright crimson, while she turned her head, yet her grip on him tightened. It was only then that he fully comprehended what sort of a lover she truly was, and it made him appreciate her all the more. Closing his eyes, safe and secure in her embrace, he cherished the moment.

In less than a day, he’d experienced things no mortal man could ever comprehend. He’d bedded two titans, each of which sporting dicks which would put most horses to shame, yet he wasn’t finished yet. With one siren left to go, unsure of if she’d be sweet, spicy, or somewhere in between, he quietly mused on what delights his final lover had in store for him...