A Sample of Serenades

With a grimace seemingly affixed to her face, Aria silently spread a bed sheet over the grass, grumbled something under her breath, then anchored one corner with a basket. Anon wasn’t sure what was more mind-boggling - the fact that she’d wanted to go out on an honest to goodness picnic, or what she’d decided to wear for the occasion. Trying not to stare at her, lest he provoke her ire, he shielded his eyes and glanced to the heavens.

For all intents and purposes, it was an absolutely perfect afternoon. The bright sun was obscured by the occasional fluffy white cloud, the spring breeze was refreshing, and the smell of wildflowers tickled his nostrils - nevertheless, all was not right with the world. The muted cursing and tense frame of his date left him more than a little pensive. Risking a glance over in her direction, he unintentionally caught her eye.

“What?!” she blared, making him reflexively flinch.

Holding his hands up to surrender, he gulped. “N…nothing, I swear! I j…just thought you looked pretty!”

Averting her gaze, the slightest blush gracing her face, she angrily snorted. “Whatever…”

He’d long ago learned that she was an irascible soul, getting angry at the drop of a hat, yet her feisty attitude and dominating personality had been held back that day - if only just. In lieu of her typically tomboyish attire, she’d donned a simple sundress and straw hat for their outing, yet that was only the beginning of the surprises she’d had in store for him. As if her humble and shockingly feminine outfit wasn’t mystifying enough, she’d gone so far as to make and pack them a modest meal.

“There,” she huffed, breaking his concentration. “This is a good spot, right?”

The annoyance in her voice was unmistakable, leading him to vigorously nod and force a smile. “Y…yeah, it’s perfect!”

Dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a tank-top, with a pair of sandals on his feet, he eased himself onto the linen and contentedly hummed to himself. He should have known that something was up when Aria knocked at his door wearing the dress, yet he couldn’t have fathomed they’d go on a conventional date. As he shuffled back and kicked his legs out, resting against a tree they’d decided to lounge beneath, his mind wandered.

It was one thing to have Sonata turn the tables on him and fuck his brains out, but having Aria even pretend to be demure was downright bizarre. Over the weeks he’d spent with the sirens, he hadn’t once seen the hot-headed amazoness do anything even remotely ladylike, acting like a big, horny bull in a china shop almost constantly! As she settled down beside him, continuing to mutter ominously to herself, the corners of his lips turned up.

He could only presume she’d done this for him, attempting to do something to make him happy, and he was thankful for it. Even if she was grumpy about the circumstances, constantly fiddling with her dress while trying to find things to complain about, at least she was making an effort to be nice. Looking over to the basket, hoping to set things off on the right foot, he cleared his throat.

“So what’s you bring?” he inquired, genuinely curious as to what she’d stashed away.

Her head whipped toward him, her lip curling over her teeth. “What the fuck do you think I brought? I packed lunch for us, dipshit!” she barked, waving at the wicker bin as making the most obvious statement in the world. As the man shied away, his expression shifting to one of fear and apprehension, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “I made chicken sandwiches ~ alright? Are you happy now?”

“A…actually, yeah,” he sputtered. Summoning his courage, telling himself that she wasn’t about to bludgeon him to death, he reached out with a trembling hand and patted her arm. “Thanks…”

Though she relaxed a touch, her taut muscles slacking ever so slightly, she was still extremely tense - something which struck him as peculiar. For pete’s sake, they were on a date, an important one at that, so she should be having fun. Running his hand down her forearm, he laced fingers with her.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” he began, bringing her attention back to his face. “How many dates have you been on?”

She balked and wrenched her hand away, folding her arms across her bust. “Enough…”

Undeterred, sensing that something was amiss, he tried his luck. “Is this your first date - like a real date?”

“No!” she shouted, turning her nose up and looking away. A silent moment passed, then a handful more, before her shoulders slackened almost imperceptibly. “Maybe…”

His smile widened, as his assumption was confirmed. Aria had a less than subtle way of dealing with things, so he was led to believe that included romantic affairs. Shuffling over to her, he slowly exhaled, leaned against her bicep, and was immediately shoved away. As he landed beside her with a small thud, more concerned than ever, he twisted his head and shook off his confusion - at least he tried to. Faster than he could think, much less react, he was snatched from the ground and shaken by the irate giantess.

“The hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting all sappy and shit?” she raged, an odd mix of irritation and confusion plastered on her face.

Pushing himself up, fighting the urge to snap at her, he casually brushed off his shirt. “It’s a date - we’re supposed to be nice to each other.”

Her eyes narrowed, as she stared over at him. “Nice how?”

“Any kind of nice - for example, you packing lunch for us was nice,” he replied, slowly lifting a hand and extending his fingers. “Being affectionate is another pretty common thing for dates too - you know, stuff like holding hands, hugging, kissing.”

She rolled her eyes and snorted, apparently none too taken with the idea. “That’s pretty lame. So when do we get to fucking?”

“Well - uh -” he nervously began, pulling at his collar. “If things go really well on a date, one person will invite the other to their house for some intimacy.”

He felt stupid as heck explaining the finer nuances of courtship to the towering she-stud, but it couldn’t be helped. Even if she could fuck like a machine, something he’d learned first hand, she seemingly had all the romantic subtlety of a breeding bull. Looking up to her face, fully expecting her to have a disinterested expression, he found her listening intently.

As he wondered what was on her mind, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Her strange behavior, actually being nice and going out of her way to make him feel comfortable, and her startled reactions smacked of one thing - she had fuck-all experience with dating, but he’d bet his bottom dollar that she wanted to learn about wooing someone. Taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then slowly exhaling, he gave a silent prayer to the heavens that she wasn’t about to murder him.

“Give me your hand,” he softly instructed, opening his palm.

Squinting harder than ever, she knit her brow. “Why?”

Sitting totally motionless, he willed himself to be patient. “Just…Please give me your hand. I promise, I won’t do anything bad,” he murmured. Though it took her a second, she hesitantly rested her massive mitt in his palm. “See,” he lightly chuckled, “that wasn’t so hard ~ was it?”

“No…” she mumbled, as he twisted in place and wrapped his free arm around her back.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you really outdid yourself with all this. I’ve always loved simple outings like this, your dress looks spectacular on you, and that hint of makeup you’re wearing really brings out the color in her eyes,” he coolly remarked.

Her face went a brilliant crimson, she fidgeted uncomfortably, and she immediately looked away, yet the uneasy smile on her face was as obvious as the midday sun in a cloudless sky. In that moment, nearly the blink of an eye, all his suspicions were confirmed. Despite being a total hard-ass bitch who did what she wanted when she wanted, she had a weakness she’d either hidden or wasn’t aware of. As he ran his hand up her sculpted back, feeling she wasn’t wearing a bra, he pressed his passionate assault.

“If I’d known you were going to go all out for me,” he grunted, pulling her hand while shifting into a kneeling position, “I would have asked to have your date last.”

Her vitriol and barely restrained rage came back in an instant, as she turned her head and stared daggers at him. “That’s horse shit! Just because I don’t - Mmmmph!?!?”

With as much speed as he could muster, he launched forward and locked lips with her. Taken completely off guard, her muscle-bound frame tensing, she was unable to stop him from driving his tongue into her mouth. While he was surprised with how easily it had been to drive her off balance and onto her back, he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot.

Swinging a leg over her midsection, effectively pinning her to the ground, he waited until she started to kiss him back to pull away. “See, kissing isn’t that bad.”

He could practically see her inner struggle, her fury grappling with her desire for more, yet she didn’t say a word. Grabbing his shoulders, keeping him right where she was, she hauled him forward and started hotly making out with him. Her passion, much like the rest of her, was unbridled and wild, bordering on frantic, but that made it all the sweeter. It wasn’t until he felt something hard and hot press against his rear that he broke the kiss.

“W…why’d you stop?” she anxiously demanded.

Held firmly in place, trapped in her clutches, Anon found himself at a crossroads. He’d fully expected things to take a lecherous turn at some point that evening - for heck, he’d even dosed himself with a liberal portion of the elasticizing potion for the occasion, yet he hadn’t foreseen things taking such an impassioned turn. Unsure of how to proceed, being out in the open where anyone could see them getting frisky, he tried and failed to wriggle from her grip.

“It’s just - um - maybe we should move this somewhere private,” he hissed, keeping his voice low.

Taken aback by the suggestion, she bared her teeth. “Why the fuck would we do that? I got dressed up, made you stupid chicken salad, and we came all the way out to this park - now you want us to go somewhere private?!”

With her dick bearing against his ass, and his heart racing in his chest, he weakly grinned. “It’s j…just an idea. I wouldn’t want anyone to see you and -”

“See what?!” she snapped. “See me treating my b…boyfriend to a good time? See me sucking him off and riding his dick because I l…love him so much?!?”

Barely able to process everything she’d said, he blinked rapidly. He’d assumed her begrudgingly kindhearted gestures wouldn’t extend into the bedroom, fully expecting her to slip into her usually domineering role behind closed doors, but he’d been mistaken - furthermore, the mention of love was as overwhelming as it was terrifying. He liked her plenty, even as demanding and rough as she could be, yet he would never have guessed her feelings for him were that deep!

Lifting a leg and planting her foot on the ground, taking advantage of his stupefied state, she kicked off and rolled on top of him. Overpowering him was an almost laughably easy affair under any circumstances, given she was nearly triple his mass and had a solid two feet of height on him, and she had no qualms about using her strength against him. With their positions effectively reversed, her knees placed to either side of his hips, he peered up at her in stunned disbelief.

“Don’t move a muscle,” she grunted, jabbing his chest with every word.

Slowly nodding, more than happy to surrender himself to her, he didn’t budge an inch as she straightened up, ponderously turned around, and shuffled backwards. He was pretty used to being underneath her, considering she’d routinely fuck him in all manner of positions, but this was something entirely new. With her groin just above his head, she pulled her skirt up, exposed her completely bare nethers, and lowered her ass onto his face.

“Warm me up,” she growled, “or else…”

Before he could say anything whatsoever, the sound of ripping fabric assailed him. Feeling the air on his loins, realizing she’d just torn his pants and underwear to shreds, he sighed - a move he immediately regretted. Though she was wearing a touch of perfume, the ambrosial scent of her musky package and rear filled his lungs and set his head spinning.

Wading through the licentious fog that pervaded his thoughts, he found himself with two options: he could either refuse to do what she’d said, likely royally pissing her off and ruining their date, or he could do what any healthy, red-blooded young man would do. Without so much as a second thought, making the only reasonable decision, he buried his face in the cleft of her rump and feasted on her beefy backside. To heck with it - if he was going to get sexed-up in public, he’d be darned if he was going to take a passive role.

What could only be a pair of pouting lips wrapped around his rigid manhood, engulfing the entirety of his length, as he lapped at her taint and taut, flexing hole. Though he’d eaten Sonata’s ass more times than he could count, and Adagios on the odd occasion, rimming Aria was a wholly novel experience. Her scent overwhelmed his senses, all he could see were the sweaty, muscular cheeks of her tush, and the salty, earthy flavor of her flesh proved all the inspiration he needed to commit himself to the task at hand.

To her credit, her oral skills were far from lacking - a bit unpolished and forceful, but pleasant nonetheless. Resting on her elbows, vehemently bobbing her head and lashing his shaft with her tongue, she sucked him off with all the subtlety of a very enthusiastic vacuum. Had she not been rock hard herself, her turgid stallionhood twitching against his chest and oozing pre-cum to his abdomen, he would have sworn that she wasn’t enjoying the heated exchange.

“Fuck,” she grouched, rearing back to free her maw. “Why do you smell so good?!”

He gave a halfhearted reply, telling her that he had no idea, yet he was completely muffled by the buns sandwiching his face. Good lord - even if she was exclusively a top, he might go out on a limb and ask to worship her ass in the future! Extending his arms and grabbing her hips, impossibly trying to press his face deeper into her derriere, he wormed his tongue into her virginal depths.

Though he could barely hear a thing, too preoccupied with licking her clean, a light, almost effeminate moan drifted to him. He’d heard all sorts of arousing noises over the years, from rapturous wails to sinful promises, yet he struggled to name a single one that was more exciting than the imperious titan’s blissful sigh. Filled with a righteous fury to get her off, desperate to please her, his vigor was brought to an abrupt end.

As quickly as she’d begun, only having stayed in the sixty-nine for a handful of minutes, she clumsily got to her feet and stepped away from him. Her departure was almost heartbreaking; it felt like they’d only just started, yet it had concluded before it had truly begun. Remaining where he lay, propped on one elbow, he started when she hauled her dress up and over her head, tossed the garment aside, and pointed at his face.

With her bare body and spectacular erection on full display, she snorted. “Ditch the clothes…”

Glancing down at himself, seeing the tattered remains of his jeans, he feverishly tore at his clothing. He couldn’t care less if his attire was ruined - not when there was a buck naked giantess looming over him. Flinging his top away, he squirmed on the ground and kicked what remained of his pants and underwear off himself. As he splayed and lifted his legs, fully expecting her to plow her into the earth, she wagged a finger at him.

“Not this time, Chief,” she chuckled, grabbing his wrists and pulling his arms upward. As she sank into a deep squat, adjusting her positioning to bring her ass over his crotch, she grinned. “Hope you’ve been getting plenty of calcium in your diet, because I’m about to give your hips a torture test.”

As je lifted his finger, fully intent on telling her to be gentle, she threw her weight down and impaled herself on him. Sonata’s ass was heavenly, soft and pliable, while Adagio’s was snug and inviting, but Aria’s backdoor - sweet, merciful heavens, Aria’s tush was like a vice. Flexing her pucker around his base, threatening to break it off, she wiggled her rump and made herself comfortable.

“Here,” she muttered, guiding his hands to her rack, “make yourself useful and play with these while I do the work.”

“O…ok,” he breathed, sinking his fingers into her perky, yielding breasts.

Leaning back, steadying herself with her hands on his knees, she lifted her hips, all but unsheathed his shaft, and slammed her ass back down upon him. He could swear his lower half sank an inch into the ground from the tectonic impact, the wind driven from his lungs in the process, but she wasn’t about to stop with just one plunge. Straining under the unimaginable pleasure her succulent, unyielding pucker afforded, he did the only he could think of - he pinched her nipples and twisted.

A guttural purr crept past her lips, as she increased her pace. “Fuck yes…”

It was at that moment he knew he was doomed. If he couldn’t do something to make her ease up, regardless of how incredible it felt being ridden by her, there was a darn good chance he’d wind up in traction by the end of the night. Scanning her bliss-wracked face, watching her eyes roll back, he felt something slick and weighty slap against his torso.

The circumstances had been more than a little jarring, nearly making him forget that she had one other weakness he could potentially exploit. Bringing his focus from her face to the utterly massive stallionhood rhythmically smacking on him, he was stricken with an idea. If playing with her teats wasn’t enough to tip the odds in his favor, maybe giving her tool a bit of attention would.

The tip of her dick came to just below his collar, but it was close enough for what he had planned. Keeping one hand on her chest, he pushed himself up, leaned in, and started sloppily making out with the head of her cock. Under any other circumstances, she would have been exceptionally displeased that he could only get the bloated tip of her member into his mouth, but his affection went far from unnoticed.

Between his manhood bludgeoning her nearly baseball sized prostate, the cruel teasing of her nipple, and frenching her stallionhood, her ferocity wavered. Like David to her Goliath, he gradually turned the tide and put her on the back foot - still, as much as he would have liked to relent, to savor the power he wielded, he couldn’t afford to ease up. Pressing his feet into the earth, beseeching his ancestors for all of their strength, he drove his hips upward and was rewarded with a slatternly groan.

Though she slowed considerably from his assault, she quickly caught her second wind and gathered herself. With a predatory grin, her eyes glinting in the warm light of the setting sun, she wrested his hand from her chest, threw herself forward, and draped herself over him. Even when she was bottoming, she was still on top. What little leverage he had against her was gone in a flash, as she entombed his head between her tits, got on her knees, and pistoned herself upon his shaft.

What little control he had was robbed from him in the blink of an eye, as she pinned his hands to either side of his head. Though he tried to match her, bucking up to meet her pounding hips, it was no use. She had him right where she wanted him, using him like a marital aid, and she wasn’t going to ease up until she was finished with him.

While it was a bit unfortunate that he could no longer watch her wantonly bouncing on his lap, since his face had wound up crammed between her tits, she didn’t stay where she was for long. Lifting her torso and bending at the waist, mercilessly screwing herself on him, she shot forward and rammed her tongue into his mouth. He initially thought her kiss was borne from the heat of the moment, an impassioned and spontaneous outburst, but then he felt it - her stallionhood pulsing and flaring against him.

As unbelievable as it was, she was about to cum from him topping her - well as close to topping her as he’d likely ever get. The thought alone of outlasting her, of him being the one to plow the cum out of her, was his undoing. Throughout their entire exchange, particularly after he’d had a taste of being in charge, he’d been inching closer and closer to his limit - a limit he suddenly found himself skyrocketing toward.

Locked in her embrace, her breath washing hotly over his face, he was given a gift from above. She shuddered from head to toe, her movements going haywire, as she grunted and groaned into his mouth; sure enough, seconds after she’d started twitching, a veritable tidal wave of rich, extraordinarily thick jizz erupted over his chest and flowed up to his chin. He couldn’t say if it was hearing or feeling her climax that drove him over the edge, but he coated her interior with his essence all the same.

As they drew to a halt, making out like a pair of lovers on prom night, the wind graced their slickened. They were both covered in sweat and slathered in spunk, breathing heavily while their tongues warred, and yet that didn’t matter - nothing mattered except for the primal, tender moment they’d just had. Mutually breaking their kiss, staring deeply into one another’s eyes, they smiled.

“T…that was amazing,” he wheezed, as she leaned back and released his hands.

Grinning from ear to ear, clenching her pucker around his softening length, she snickered. “Damn right it was, but don’t get too used to it. Can’t have my favorite bitch-boy getting too full of himself.”

Shrugging off the comment with practiced ease, simply joyful that they’d both enjoyed themselves, he shakily pushed himself up on his elbows. “I might - uh - I might need some help getting home…”

Getting to her feet and offering her hand, she pulled him up like he weighed nothing. “Why? You ain’t sore are you?”

“Yes,” he bluntly replied, unsteadily leaning against her. “Yes I am sore.”

Her cocky grin faded, replaced by an amused, albeit concerned look. Stooping down and scooping him into a princess carry, she took off at a leisurely jog in the direction of her home. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen and a shot of bourbon once we get back, but don’t go thinking you won’t be choking on my dick later. I refuse to date losers, so don’t make me change my standards.”

Her admission, while a bit unconventional, warmed the pit of his heart. He’d had little doubt that she genuinely cared about him, yet their evening had been the final nail in that coffin; she really did want to keep him, if only as a quasi-masochistic pet, and he was surprisingly alright with the idea. Closing his eyes and hugging her, jostling lightly against her powerful torso, he swore a silent oath to savor the rest of their night together - even if it was their last…