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Having rapped on the door, Anon stepped back and straightened his hair with one hand. His palms were sweaty, his heart pounded in his chest, and he did his damnedest to keep his legs from shaking - alas, it was all but impossible not to be nervous. After months and months of indecision, he’d finally decided to bite the bullet and lay his cards on the table. The door opened and a familiar face appeared, making the breath hitch in his throat.
“Anon?” Aria groused. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He pulled a hand from behind his back and presented a bouquet of roses he’d had hidden. “H…hey, Aria. You - um - got a second?”
As her eyes swung from the flowers and to his face, she continued to scowl. “You stalking me or something?”
“No! N…no, I swear!” he bleated. “I’m here because - uh -” he murmured, looking down either end of the hallway in which he stood. “I’m here because I wanted to ask you on a date…”
She didn’t smile, she didn’t leap out to hug him, she didn’t sneer and slam the door in his face - no, what she did was far, far worse. Nearly toppling to the floor, holding onto the door frame to support herself, she burst into a fit of laughter. The smile he’d forced onto his face withered away, as she all but crushed his ambitions.
“You’re kidding me ~ right?” she guffawed, managing to compose herself just enough to speak. Seeing him shake his head, while still holding out the flowers, her mirth faded. “Seriously? You’re seriously here to ask me out on a date?”
“Y…yeah,” he sputtered, blood surging into his face.
Rolling her eyes, she straightened up, pulled the door open and waved him in. “I mean, I guess it would be rude if I didn’t invite you in.”
He peeked into her apartment, feeling a glimmer of hope, he swallowed hard. “Really?”
“I’m not going to repeat myself,” she huffed, cocking her hip.
Grinning like an absolute fool, he scampered inside. While talking with her and being in her apartment were accomplishments in and of themselves, he wasn’t out of the woods yet. She hadn’t accepted his offer, and there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t berate him for attempting to court her, so he had to keep his fingers crossed. Closing the door and wheeling around to face him, she leaned against the wall and thrust her hands into her pockets.
“So,” she began, “you’re wanting to take me on a date ~ huh?”
Nodding a bit too enthusiastically, he licked his lips. “If that’s ok with you.”
“And why do you want to date me?” she shot back, peaking a brow.
“Well - um - you’re assertive, you’re talented, you’re absolutely beautiful,” he hummed, counting off on his free hand.
Walking past him and into her living room, she sighed. “Yeah yeah yeah - cut the crap. What’s the real reason you’re asking me out?”
Momentarily transfixed by the sight of her swaying backside, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. “What?”
“It’s because you’re wanting to hear if the rumors are true ~ isn’t it?” she pressed, turning on her heel and leveling a finger at him.
“Rumors?” he parroted. “What rumors?”
“Oh come on,” she barked. “You’re either bullshitting me and pretending that you don’t know what I’m talking about, or you’re a bit thicker than I thought you were.”
“I…” he trailed off, taken aback. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Aria and her friends, Adagio and Sonata, were practically celebrities around the school, although he wasn’t aware of any gossip surrounding them - not because the students weren’t almost constantly buzzing about the trio, but because they tended not to hide anything from anyone. The three did whatever they wanted whenever they wanted to, acting with complete impunity, which may have been one of the reasons they were all single.
“For fuck’s sake,” she groaned. Bringing a hand to her waist band, she unbuttoned her pants, stepped forward, and grabbed his wrist. “Maybe this’ll give you a clue.”
Before he had any time to react, she thrust his hand into his pants. He nearly fainted on the spot, stunned beyond belief. Staring wide-eyed at her face, locking eyes with her, it took him a moment to realize that something wasn’t right. Instead of panties clinging to a smooth, featureless mound of her pussy, something huge, hot, and throbbing graced his fingertips.
She flexed her groin and caused the immense swell to twitch against his hand. “Does this give you any guesses, genius?”
He recoiled and flew back, withdrawing his hand to cover his mouth. “I…is that…”
“A cock?” she chuckled. “Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner over here!”
With his mouth flapping uselessly, Anon’s mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. This couldn’t be right! Looking her up and down, his eyes swept over her slender, athletic frame. Aria was a girl - a fit, flat-chested girl, but a girl nonetheless! Why in the hell did she have a package?!
He held up a finger, desperately trying to find his voice. “So you’re telling me you’re a guy?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” she laughed. “Gotta admit, that reaction of yours was priceless.”
Leaning against the couch, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is a joke…”
“A joke?” she quipped. “How the hell could this be a joke? It ain’t like I was expecting your dumb ass to show up this afternoon!”
He lifted his head and scowled over at her. “Doesn’t mean you aren’t pulling a fast one on me.”
“Oh yeah, sure, I totally keep a dildo by my front door that I stuff into my pants,” she grumbled. Peeking over at the bouquet he held, she pursed her lips. “Those real?”
Looking down at the roses, he shrugged. “Why wouldn’t they be?”
She opened her mouth to reply, her face darkening ever so slightly, before she turned and pointed behind him. “There’s a vase in my bathroom. Go grab it for me.”
“I - uh - ok,” he numbly responded, peering over his shoulder.
As he turned and walked toward the doorway she’d pointed out, his thoughts raced. He’d been unsure of how things were going to play out after he arrived, or even if she’d open the door for him, but he would never have anticipated things taking such a peculiar turn. Though he couldn’t explain what had just happened, still reeling from having his hand momentarily down her pants, he was thankful she hadn’t scolded him or worse - beaten him to a pulp.
He reached to the side and blindly felt the wall, wincing when he eventually found the light switch. While she did have a good number of hair care products in her shower, the bathroom had nothing out of the ordinary to speak of. The vase she’d mentioned sat just beside the sink, under a wall-mounted mirror, but he hesitated when he saw it.
“Mind if I use your washroom?” he called.
“Knock yourself out, champ,” she hollered. “Just don’t make a mess or do any weird shit in there.”
He closed and locked the door, giving himself a bit of privacy to think. In spite of her bizarre trick, clearly having stuffed her pants with something to get a rise out of him, she hadn’t outright turned down his offer to take her out. After turning the sink’s tap and splashing some cool water on his face, hoping the act would clear his head, he gazed at his reflection and set his brow.
“You can do this,” he whispered to himself, placing the flowers into the vase while trying and failing to steel his nerves.
He could - no, he was going to salvage this. She may have fooled him with an admittedly odd joke, but he was going to walk out, confess his feelings for her, and sweep her off her feet. Patting his face dry, with the fires of his determination blazing hotter than ever, he smiled. All he had to do was show her he meant business, and that’s exactly what he was going to do.
“Alright,” he announced, throwing the door open, “maybe we…”
“Maybe we what?” she coolly inquired, balancing on one foot while lifting a leg over her head.
Finding her spontaneously doing yoga would have been strange enough in and of itself, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Over the scant time he’d been in her bathroom, she’d apparently decided that a change of attire was in order. Though she still wore the tank top she’d had on when she’d met him at the door, every other article of clothing she’d had on was simply gone.
Lowering her leg to the floor, she placed her hands on her bare hips and bucked at the open air. “Still think it’s fake?”
Rubbing his eyes, knowing he had to be hallucinating, he stared at what had to be the biggest dick he’d ever seen in real life. Hanging before a pair of ripe, weighty balls, her cock looked to be nearly as big as his forearm. His mouth went dry, robbing him of the ability to speak, as she grasped her dangling length and casually started stroking herself off.
“Yeah - yeah, that’s what I thought,” she snickered.
Drifting closer to her, his eyes never wavering from her utterly monstrous package, he gulped. He wasn’t sure what was more jarring - the fact that she was hung like a fucking horse or that her equipment looked familiar. Watching her languidly jack off, inspecting her vascular shaft, he froze. The reality of the situation hit him like a sack of bricks, though it was almost too wild to believe.
He had seen her dick before - granted, not while it was attached to her, but he almost instantly recognized it. While he considered himself straight by any measure, his raging libido and experimental nature had led him down an interesting path in life. He’d never fool around with a guy, although he’d developed an interest in well-hung women through his escapades on the internet.
Browsing porn of dickgirls and futas had started as a novelty, yet it had grown into more than that over the last year or so. Watching chicks with dicks had eventually grown stale, so he’d anxiously taken the next logical step - he’d bought a sex toy. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been nervous shoving something into his ass, but his hesitation had gradually shifted into outright enthusiasm, leading him to purchase bigger and bigger dildos as time went on.
“Do you…” he gulped, tearing his eyes off her endowment and up to her smug face. “Do you - Ahem - model that thing anywhere?”
“My hog?” she guffawed, flicking her tool at him. “Not like it’s any of your business, but yeah. Some company paid me for a cast of my cock a while back. They sell dongs, I get a cut of the profits - it’s a win/win setup.”
“Wait ~” he croaked, the gravity of the circumstances slapping him in the face, “so you’re a dude?”
Pulling up her top, she revealed her deliciously flat chest. “What’s it look like? Anon, listen, do I look like a chick?”
The revelation was sobering and left him at an impasse. On one hand, his already wavering heterosexuality screamed at him to leave, to run away lest he cave under his lecherous impulses - on the other, owning a dildo cast from her dick, the thought of experiencing the real deal sent a thrilled shiver up his spine. He nervously fidgeted in place, his perversions warring with his sense of reason, while she strutted over and closed the gap between them.
“Anon Anon Anon,” she tutted, shaking her head, “your body is a lot more honest than you are.” Leaning in, her crotch mere inches from his own, she blew hotly on his ear. “If you want, you can call me a girl.”
“Really?!” he chirped, the sinful promise tipping the scales instantaneously.
Straightening up and locking eyes with him, she wolfishly grinned. “If you win, sure.”
“Win what?” he excitedly asked, ignoring his painfully rigid erection.
“A little competition, you goof!” she answered. “Here’s how it works - we have ourselves a good ol’ sixty-nine.”
It took everything he had to wrestle his enthusiasm under control. “Right here?”
“Right here,” Aria confirmed. “Whoever blows their load first loses and has to bottom for the winner.”
With his arousal reaching critical levels, threatening to outstrip his reasoning, he considered his options. He wouldn’t deny being tempted - hell, he’d never been more tempted to do anything so raunchy in his entire life - then again, fooling around with her - er - him would cross a line there was no going back from. She’d always come off as a girl - a tomboyish, rambunctious, aggressive girl, but still definitely a girl. If he was going to do anything Aria, imagining the horse-hung dude as a chick would make the exchange a bit more palatable.
He coughed into his hand, downplaying his mounting eagerness. “You got any lube or -”
“Oh I got plenty of lube,” she purred. “Go ahead and get naked for me - oh and try to make it sexy. I wanna enjoy this.”
Fretfully reaching for his waist, he loosened his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. As he slowly undressed, turning away and pulling his shirt up and over his head, his pulse raced. Why did Aria have a gargantuan cock? How did all this happen? Were they really going to have a sixty-nine? What was he going to do if he lost? A thousand and one questions sailed about his mind, while he wiggled his hips and let his pants fall to the floor.
“Damn, you have a cute little ass,” she commented. “You sure you’re not gay?”
“No,” he muttered, looking back at her.
“Eh - that’s alright,” she responded, dismissively waving a hand. “After I’m done with you, you’re gonna be farting rainbows - that or cum - actually, no, probably rainbows and cum.”
As badly as he wanted to tell her to shut up, to salvage the fractured remains of his straight pride, he kept his lips sealed. Nervously turning around, he leaned forward and drew his underwear downward. Seconds from covering his painfully hard dick, she shot forward, seized his wrist, and drove her groin against his.
“Awwwwww!” she tittered, peering down her chest. “Your little guy looks pretty cute compared to mine ~ wouldn’t you say?”
The heat and weight of her cock against his manhood was nearly enough to make him climax on the spot. Keeping his arms to his sides, he was barely able to stave off the urge to reach down and touch her. As she took a large step back, creating some space between them, she pointed to the floor.
“Gimme one sec,” she instructed, squatting down and rolling onto her back. “I wouldn’t mind if you were on bottom, but I don’t want to accidentally end up fucking your face so hard that I end up calling the paramedics.”
“O…ok…” he whispered.
He stepped around her, sank to his knees, and swung one leg over her head. Getting onto all fours atop her, bringing his face closer to her loins, he gawked at her monolithic tool. Her cock looked even more intimidating up close, despite owning a silicone copy of the damn thing, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. If he could take a dildo her size, he should be able to - No!
Angrily shaking his head, he scowled. Why the fuck did he think he was going to lose to her?! She may be bigger than him - yeah, but that didn’t mean he was going to cum before she did! Balancing himself on one arm, reaching to the root of her length with a shaking hand, he gasped and bucked his hips as something warm and wet embraced his dick.
He looked back and went pale, seeing bobbing her head while furiously sucking him off. It felt absolutely incredible, hands-down the best blowjob he’d ever received, but he couldn’t enjoy it. Wading through his bliss, he turned his attention back to her towering tool, opened his mouth, and shot forward.
Barely able to get his lips around the gargantuan tip of her shaft, he stroked her off with his free hand. The first thing to strike him was the flavor of her unwashed loins, salty and just the slightest bit bitter, but the taste of her goods was quickly eclipsed by her scent. Drawing a breath through his nose, he shuddered when the musky, masculine bouquet of her nethers flooded his sinuses.
He’d been woefully ill-prepared for any sort of carnal contest, but the assault on his senses left him particularly helpless. She smelled downright heavenly, her musk clouding his thoughts and making it all but impossible to move. With the head of her cock in his maw, halfheartedly nursing on the sensitive flesh, he weakly humped away at her face.
His fingers glided up and down her shaft, drawing in every detail of her godly endowment. The soft, velvety skin around the diamond-like core, the veins along its length, the meaty balls resting at its base - her equipment was akin to the divine. He nursed on her and groaned, succumbing to the bliss she afforded.
She chuckled around his comparably small dick, snapping him back to the present. No - no no no no no! He had to put up a fight! He couldn’t hand her a victory on a silver platter. Forcing himself to concentrate, he torqued his head and desperately sucked on the first inch or so of her shaft. If he was going to lose - by god, he was going to go down knowing he’d done what he could to best her.
Seconds dragged by into what felt like a small eternity, as he swiftly lost ground. Not only was her skill impeccable, somehow working all the most sensitive bits of his manhood, but the act of blowing her somehow heightened his enjoyment of the affair. He swore he was straight - he really did, yet he was inching closer and closer to his limit by having a cock in his mouth.
He clamped his eyes shut and attempted to fixate on the task at hand, but it was a losing battle. Everything about her was appealing, from her heady bouquet and her smug demeanor to her stupid, sexy body and her third leg of a dick. Barely hanging on, sensing his cock pulse in tune with his thundering heart, he was done in when he got his first taste of her pre-cum. A beat of her thick nectar washed over his palate, telling him she was enjoying herself almost as much as him and casting him into a nirvanic oblivion.
As his eyelids fluttered wildly, he bucked his hips and climaxed. Instead of recoiling, she doubled down - throating his entirety and allowing his creamy jizz to flow down her throat. It was incredible, an orgasm he wouldn’t soon forget, yet the ecstacy consuming him was quickly replaced by something altogether less pleasant - the cold, unyielding realization that she’d won. He gave her cock a parting kiss as he reared back and freed his mouth.
“Hot damn,” she coughed, pulling away and licking her lips. “Guess you know what that means ~ don’t you?”
He slowly nodded. The notion of being plowed was as exciting as it was terrifying. It was one thing to use a sex toy on himself, having always considered the practice no different than masturbation, but it would be totally different to have a living, breathing person railing his ass - especially if that person was a guy he’d falsely assumed was a girl. She patted his thigh and expectantly peered down at his face, prompting him to awkwardly shuffle from overtop her.
Rolling over and getting to her feet, she hitched a thumb over her shoulder. “I’m gonna grab some lube. I want you face down, ass up when I get back ~ got it?”
Again he nodded, slower and less sure this time, and watched her leave. Looking to the nearby couch, seeing a number of pillows arranged to one side, he pushed himself onto his knees, reached over, and took one of the cushions. He could hardly believe what he was about to do, but a deal was a deal - after all, he was a man of his word.
Having placed one of the large, soft pillows on the floor, he eased his chest down, propped his head on the cushion, and braced his legs. If someone had told him he’d ever end up naked and presenting himself like a dog in heat, he would have laughed in their face and called them a lunatic - sadly, that’s just what fate had held in store for him. He twisted his head and looked to the side, hearing her approach, though he wished he hadn’t.
“Alright,” she sighed, squirting a large glob of the slick gel into one palm. She stopped when she rounded the couch and saw him, a predatory smile splitting her face. “God damn - you’re pretty hot like that.”
Falling to her knees at his side, she ran two slickened fingers up his taint and to his winking pucker. He nearly whimpered at her touch, biting his lip to silence himself. What had gotten into him? He’d only come to ask a cute girl out on a date, yet he’d ended up bent over, buck naked, about to get fucked by a horse-hung trap!
As she slipped two fingers into him, instantly finding and massaging his prostate, she snickered. “Considering how loose you are, this can’t be a first for you.”
“I…it is,” he stammered, refusing to look at her.
“Then why do - Oooooooooooooooh,” she whispered. Leaning over, she smiled at his face. “You have one of my toys ~ don’t you?”
“No!” he asserted, twisting his head and looking away. “Maybe…”
She shot back to her knees and slid around behind him, getting into position. “Well ain’t that just peachy for the two of us! I get to punch your v-card and you get to experience the real deal,” she mused, slipping her digits out of his upturned rump.
Moments from saying something - anything to rebut her, he started. It felt like a fist was bearing against his entrance, yet he knew that wasn’t the case. With her hands sliding up to grasp his waist, she draped herself over his back. This was it, he was about to get impaled by a dick that would put most donkeys to shame. As he wondered if he should tell her to stop, she seized the initiative and drove her hips forward.
His eyes shot wide, his hole was stretched open, and he swore his heart stopped for an instant, as what felt like a bat ground into his ass. The sensation was indescribably intense, but it was absolutely phenomenal. With his legs shaking, he kept himself steady and fixated on the feeling of being filled.
“Almost there,” she whispered, steadily sinking inch after inch into him.
When her comparably huge balls came to rest against his, realizing she’d fully hilted, he released a shuddering breath. Having an actual cock in him was way different than using a piece of sculpted silicone. For starters, the heat of her member radiated through him, warming his interior - secondly, her skin felt much, way better than some unfeeling, synthetic dong. He risked a glance back at himself, presuming he was already leaking pre-cum, but what he saw was much more captivating.
Rolling her hips back, she withdrew a portion of her shaft. “Now just enjoy the ride, hot stuff.”
He didn’t reply - couldn’t reply, too enwrapt by the sight he’d discovered. The bulge in his abdomen disappeared as she pulled back, affirming his suspicions. He’d assumed she’d be rearranging his guts, but he’d had no way of knowing how literal that presumption would be. Tightening her grip and thrusting back into him, making the swell in his belly reappear, he groaned.
“There ya go!” she cheered, rearing a hand back and slapping his tush.
Her first plunge was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she was rhythmically hammering his ass from behind. His body lurched forward with every powerful buck of her hips, driving his head into the pillow upon which it rested. While there’d been a tinge of discomfort when she’d first begun, having given him no time to adjust to the immense intrusion, each thrust became more and more pleasant.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“How’s it feel getting your ass plowed by a guy,” Aria jeered, not slowing in the slightest. “You like having my big, fat cum-tanks slapping against your balls?”
Driven forward with each of her thrusts, the eyes rolled to the back of his head. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t like having a massive cock rearranging his insides, but it felt so right. The experience was nothing like using a dildo by his lonesome, being better in every conceivable way, and his resistance was gradually overtaken by giddiness.
“Well,” she softly began, rubbing his ass before giving it a sound smack, “you like being my bottom-bitch?”
“Yesh,” he mindlessly slurred, his prostate aching and heart racing.
Clamping a hand over his mouth, only then becoming aware that he’d said anything at all, he muzzled himself. Damned if he was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was rocking his world - unfortunately, either out of sheer luck or realizing he was trying to be quiet, she robbed him of the option to stay silent. Adjusting her positioning ever so slightly, she altered the angle of her thrusts and pummeled his prostate.
Drool crept from the corner of his mouth, his thighs quaked, and he knew without looking that he was dribbling pre-cum to the floor like a broken faucet, as he mewled into his hand. She laughed and fiercely gripped his waist, railing him harder and faster than ever. Either she was a sadist, took joy in his floundering efforts not to enjoy himself, or potentially both - whatever the case was, she was loving his reaction to being rutted.
He wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact that he was swiftly falling in love with being on the receiving end of things or that his body betrayed him. At some point or another, as the seconds dragged into minutes, he began swinging his hips back to meet her pounding hips. The drumbeat of flesh slapping flesh, her waist impacting against his tush, filled the air, but it wasn’t enough to drown out his delighted murmurs or hushed moans.
Ultimately understanding that he wouldn’t be able to muffle himself with his hand, he bit down on the pillow - at least he tried to bite down on the pillow. A split second after he opened his mouth, she leaned forward, grabbed his hair, and hauled his head back. The tinge of pain, accentuated by her outright dominance, allowing a loud, feminine mewl to escape him.
“No,” she growled without breaking pace, “I want the neighbors to hear you.” As she kissed the back of his neck, she caught his wrist as he went to reach for his groin. “And don’t you dare think about touching yourself. If you’re going to be fucked like a bitch, you’re going to cum like a bitch.”
He honestly thought he was going insane. It was like some latent, submissive part of himself had broken free and taken over, making him do things he thought were impossible. Arching his back and lifting his waist, like some needy whore on prom night, he feverishly bucked back against her. As much as he wanted to question himself and his crumbling sexuality, all he could do was groan and clench around her huge, pistoning shaft.
Doing what he could to please her, he folded under the unbearable weight of his impulses. He’d always considered himself a rather domineering top, having bedded a small number of young women in the past, but he’d been wrong - so terribly wrong. His self-image was destroyed, his masculinity a pale shadow of its former self, while he wildly threw his ass back toward her.
She was utterly merciless, fucking him like she owned him, and each plunge of her monstrous tool gnawed away at his sanity. His inhibitions and fears slipped away, leading him to bray and whimper and whine and moan without restraint. Keeping his hands on the floor, pawing at the carpet, he gradually felt something welling within him, some strange, unfamiliar warmth deep in his abdomen, and his instincts told him what it was.
While he hadn’t so much as touched his dick, he knew for a fact that he was reaching his limit for a second time. He’d long ago researched prostate orgasms, having poured over hours of videos and testimonials, purely out of a scientific curiosity and not because he dreamt about having a big, strong dickgirl fuck the cum out of him, so he had some idea of what was happening. With his toes curling, the voice hitching in his throat, and trembling uncontrollably, he teetered on the very cusp of a second climax.
Hilting herself fully and gyrating her hips, drawing yet another unseemly noise from him, she chuckled in his ear. “Get off and roll over…”
“H…huh?” he rasped, his head whipping around to look at her.
“I want to see your face when I fuck the straight out of you…” she cooed, walking the fingers of one hand up his back.
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, after she straightened up and off of him, he shot forward and rolled onto his back. He wasn’t sure if it was funny or sad - no less than an hour ago, he would have been happy to take her out for tacos or maybe to a movie, how he was spreading his legs for her like some common whore. Standing over him, she walked around and ground a foot against his face.
“I was going to screw your brains out, but I didn’t expect you to be so damn eager,” she mirthlessly laughed. “Since you want it more than I do, how about you kiss my toes and beg me for it.”
“P…please,” he faintly muttered against her sole.
“Please what?” she demanded. “Speak up if you want me to breed that cute little ass of yours.”
Dragging his tongue up the underside of her foot, he kissed and suckled on her toes. “Please!” he proclaimed, peering up and into her eyes. “Breed my cute little ass!”
She lowered herself and inched back to pat the top of his head. “Good boy…”
She grabbed his legs and spun him around, bringing herself between his outstretched thighs. Being mounted had been hot, feeling everything she had to offer, but this, seeing her looming above him, was an order of magnitude more arousing. As she crept forward, bringing her turgid cock to his entrance, he locked his ankles over her hips and flexed his legs.
Grinning from ear to ear, she plunged into him. “Needy little - Unf - bitch!”
Even if he’d been able to think of a reply, all he could manage was to grunt, howl, and thrash beneath her. It didn’t take him long to understand why she’d asked him to switch to missionary. Not only did the position feel exponentially better than the doggy style, getting his prostate absolutely obliterated by her girthy bitch-breaker, but being able to watch her work was astounding.
He came almost instantly, painting his bulging stomach with jizz, but that didn’t stop her - if anything, she went at him ever more ferociously than ever. Her body glistened in sweat, her jaw was set, and she leered down at him all the while, her eyes never wavering from his face. As he raised his waist for her, putting even more pressure on his crushed p-spot, his flaccid prick flailed around wildly.
Wracked with climax after climax, he weaved in and out of consciousness. He should have blacked out - should have blacked out, yet he resisted the dark oblivion through sheer willpower alone. It felt as though years had passed before he was wrenched back to the present. Her breakneck pace, growling, and pulsing cock told him Aria was on the brink of release.
He summoned all his strength, grabbed her arms, and pulled with everything he had. As she toppled forward, he lifted his head and locked lips with her. While he couldn’t say what compelled him to end things in such a passionate manner, the kiss sealed her fate. She tensed from head to toe atop him, fitfully thrusting all the while, and came.
The heat and pressure of her seed, flooding into him like a deluge, evoked the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had. He groaned weakly into her mouth and held onto her for dear life. He’d always liked her, having had a crush on her since he’d first seen her, but that felt like a lifetime ago - now, having endured everything she had to offer, he dare say he loved her.
Staying locked together, their bodies covered in sweat, cum, and saliva, the pair rode out their bliss. Gradually, bit by bit, their movements drew to a halt as their ecstasy was replaced by a comforting euphoria. It was only after they’d regained a bit of their senses did they withdraw, easing themselves back to gaze at one another.
“N…not a bad lay,” Aria weakly admitted, panting above him. Flexing her groin, she caused her cock to jerk within him. “You want me to keep it?”
Glancing down at himself, seeing his distended, cum-filled belly, Anon wearily smiled. “Y…yeah.”
“That works just fine for me.” She leaned in and pecked his collar, giving him a small bite on the neck before she withdrew. “I might need to keep you around - y…you know, like a sex toy or something. It’s not like I like you.”
He stared up at her in open awe. It was bizarre - she’d just completely ruined him, railing him and filling him with what felt like several pints of spunk, yet it was now that she blushed and looked a bit apprehensive. Trusting his gut, he falteringly pushed himself up on one arm and kissed her on the lips. Though she started, tensing at the affectionate gesture, it didn’t take her long to reciprocate. As he withdrew, they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Does this mean we’re dating -” he was silenced when she pressed a finger to his lips.
“Don’t ruin it, nerd,” she murmured, pulling him into a hug. In contrast to moments ago, when she’d been breeding him like a wild animal, her flushed expression was downright adorable - precious even.
Though he was tempted to lavish her with praise or promises he had every intention to keep, he remained silent. If there was even the slightest chance that he could start a relationship with her, he was going to do everything he could to make her his. The sex had been phenomenal, mind-blowing in all but a literal sense, but that was just a fringe benefit. At the end of the day, regardless of her incredible dick, he genuinely wished for nothing more than to have her as a girlfriend - even if she wasn’t really a girl.
Embracing her, he beamed. He was exhausted, filthy, and he was absolutely certain he’d be walking funny for a few days, but it was worth it. While he’d reluctantly admit he’d surrendered his heterosexuality, and gotten his ass’ v-card punched in the process, he’d gotten something incredible in return - a drop dead gorgeous, hot-headed, horse-hung lover for himself…
