Extracurricular Activities

Hastening his pace while risking the occasional glance behind himself, Anon moved through the vacant hallways of the school. He’d hoped to have a quiet evening to his lonesome in the library so he could study for his last round of finals before graduation - unfortunately, as he’d been quick to find out, that wasn’t the case. Out of all the students to stay after school, he found himself in the company of one of the more infamous.

It was fair to say he had a number of interesting classmates, ranging from the somewhat typical nerds and jocks to a handful of goths and devout anime fans, but there were three which stood head and shoulders above the rest - at least in a metaphorical sense. While Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk were, at a glance, little more than a trio of somewhat tomboyish girls, they were not what they appeared to be. All it took was a glance at one of their crotches, crotches which were almost always clad in skin-tight garments or barely concealed beneath painfully short skirts to realize why they’d garnered names for themselves - they weren’t girls at all.

Anon could only assume he was but one of the latest in a long line of shocked individuals to discover the trio of musicians were packing some serious heat. Being a transfer student was neither easy nor comfortable, having switched schools midway through his senior year, yet he’d had no way to brace himself becoming the interest of the leader of the crossdressing band of miscreants. For whatever reason, possibly because he was fresh meat, Adagio had taken a keen interest in him.

Darned if he knew why the school allowed the three to parade themselves as young women, but that’s exactly what they did; to make matters worse, they openly and rather brazenly toyed with their classmates with impunity. Asking for snack money, cheating on homework, and skipping classes were all too common for the comely delinquents, though it took him a while to figure out how and why teachers never intervened. Simply put, upon some careful observation, he came to a startling conclusion. The staff, while aware of the problems the trio caused, weren’t immune to the feminine wiles of the seductive songstresses.

It had started innocently enough, with the afroed young man halfheartedly introducing himself between classes one day, but things had gone downhill at an alarming rate. Sinful looks and attempts to garner his attention quickly evolved into open flirting, flashing of very stuffed panties, and borderline stalking, leaving him at an impasse. Though he was superficially interested in Adagio, finding the svelte little nymph rather enticing, he wanted - no, needed to concentrate on his studies so he could get his diploma.

Regrettably, try as he might, his plan to ignore the slatternly vixen backfired with resounding effect. Not only did Adagio’s interest in him grow, but he she, because that’s how she referred to herself, had developed something akin to an obsession with him. Maybe it was because he denied her advances, or perhaps she viewed him as a prize to be won - regardless of the exact reason, he was damn near hunted by her between or after classes.

Peeking over his shoulder, ensuring he wasn’t followed, he slipped into the restroom and made a beeline to the far stall. It wasn’t that he cared that Adagio had stayed after school, but having her lurking in the library with him, eyeing him while feigning to study, had been more than a little unnerving. He’d snatched up his books and bag before abruptly departing, keeping his fingers crossed that his classmate would assume he’d left for the day, so he rushed into the partitioned compartment, quietly closed the door behind himself, and anxiously waited.

If he was lucky, after waiting for a few minutes, he’d be able to make his way back to the library to continue studying by his lonesome. He would have gone home to prepare for his exams, but he knew good and well that his parents would bombard him with chores as soon as he stepped foot in the door - as such, staying at school was the only viable option. With a heavy sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, opened his emails, and froze - not because of anything he saw, but because of the unmistakable click-clack of heeled boots on a tiled floor.

“Where oh where could he have gone?” a lilting voice mused, as the sound of footfalls drew nearer. “Surely that little peek up my skirt wasn’t that provocative.”

Anon swallowed hard and held his breath, hearing her draw nearer. Like a naive fool, he cornered himself, giving himself nowhere to run, and he wouldn’t be shocked if she knew exactly where he was. In a last-ditch effort to stay hidden, he silently lifted his feet and pulled his book bag up from the floor. There was a slim chance she’d just guessed he was hiding in the bathroom, but a slim chance to slip through her clutches was better than no chance at all.

Past the urinals and sinks she strode, the ominous noise of her boots getting closer and closer, until she stopped just before his stall. Glancing at the latch, realizing he’d failed to lock the damn door, he broke out in a cold sweat. His mind raced, his heart beat wildly in his chest, and panic gripped him, as a chuckle cut through the air.

“You can’t hide from me,” she smugly began, casually pushing the door open to reveal herself. “If I was that much of a distraction, I would have been more than happy to help you blow off a bit of steam…”

Eyes wide with a mixture of terror, Anon stared over at her. If she hadn’t been so predatory and forward, having no reservations whatsoever about showing herself off, he may have been tempted to befriend her - then again, he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a certain appeal to her domineering and cavalier demeanor. With a haughty grin plastered on her face, she cocked a hip and peered over at him.

Never in his life had he met someone who so perfectly blended a jaw-dropping aesthetic and the attitude of a sultry minx. Adorned in knee-high boots, pastel leggings, booty shorts that would make a whore blush, and a clinging top with a complementing, exquisitely short blazer, she wouldn’t look out of place working a street corner or preparing to put on a burlesque show. Fighting the urge to glance at her groin, knowing good and god damned well that the imprint of her package would be as plain as day, he locked eyes with her.

“Don’t give me that look,” she sighed, dismissively waving a hand. “I have every right to stay and study that you do. It’s not my fault that you couldn’t stop looking at me.”

Lifting his finger to protest, he glowered. “I wasn’t looking at you. I was trying to study.”

Her grin broadening, she nonchalantly lifted and placed on boot on the handicap rail resting on the wall. “And how was that going for you?”

The unfettered view of her loins, paired with the lust dripping from her words, proved deadly. Glancing up her legs and to her nethers, seeing the immense swell within her shorts, he gulped. He had no way to know exactly what she was packing, but he was sure of one thing - either she routinely stuffed her undies or she was hung like a god damned horse.

“You know, I don’t get you,” she remarked, running one hand down her deliciously flat chest and abdomen to her crotch. “You’ve been here for months but you insist on avoiding me ~ why is that?”

“Maybe because I’m trying to graduate on time,” he countered, tearing his eyes off her package and up to her face.

Though she gave a small shrug, she didn’t budge an inch. “What fun is that? I would have thought you’d want to enjoy yourself at Canterlot High, since you only just joined us.”

His shoulders slumped and he looked away, blindsided by the seemingly innocuous comment. “I…I don’t want to talk about it.”

She paused, her smile wavering, as she studied his face. “And why’s that? Afraid I’d be offended if you confessed to having an interest in me? Trust me, you’d be far from the -”

“I didn’t ask to come here ~ okay?” he blurted, causing her to start. “We moved to Canterlot when my dad got a job here. Almost all of my friends and family are a few hundred miles to the east of here, back in Fillydelphia, so it’s not like I actually enjoy being here.”

Lowering her foot to the floor, she folded her arms over her chest and cast her eyes to the floor. “I…I had no idea - I mean, the girls and I had a few assumptions, but we couldn’t figure out what your deal was.”

Moments from continuing his diatribe, noticing her somber expression, he clamped his mouth shut. Over the perilously short time he’d known her, he couldn’t recall ever seeing her looking genuinely crestfallen. Pinching the bridge of his nose, praying he wasn’t about to make a mistake, he closed his eyes and shook his head.

“If you don’t mind me asking, is there a reason you keep teasing me?” he softly inquired, the annoyance in his voice replaced by exasperation.

A tense moment passed and Adagio shifted in place, before she lightly cleared her throat. “Honestly, no reason in particular. You’re new, decent looking, and you seem like a nice guy; I just thought you might be fun.”

As crazy as it was, seeing her in an almost vulnerable state, he felt a pang of sympathy. At the end of the day, had she really done anything wrong? While she may have been impish and a bit of a distraction at times, the worst thing she’d done to him or, as far as he knew, anyone else was some lighthearted harassing. With the fight well and thoroughly drained from him, he scrunched his nose.

“Maybe we got off on the wrong foot,” he grunted, extending a hand.

While he’d had every intention of extending the olive branch and trying to make amends, his classmate flipped the script and seized the opportunity to assert herself once again. Stepping forward, grinding her bulge against his palm, she giggled to herself. To say the hot, heavy sensation of her equipment was jarring would be an understatement - that said, blood instantaneously rushed to his face and to his twitching manhood.

“Adagio,” she cooed, rolling her ample hips forward and back. “Adagio Dazzle ~ pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“S…seriously?!” he bleated, withdrawing his hand and glaring up at her. “I try to - Oooph!”

Before he could finish speaking, she spun around and seated herself squarely in his lap. “Come on, you can’t blame a girl for wanting to have a bit of fun. But seriously,” she hummed, reaching over and daintily shaking his hand, “it’s a pleasure.”

While there were a thousand and one things Anon wanted to say, the assault on his senses made it nearly impossible to think. Adagio’s weight and heat against him, not to mention the sensation of her sublimely soft tush grinding on his upper thighs, was staggering, but her smell - sweet, merciful heavens, she smelled downright heavenly. With his nose all but lost in her fluffy, expansive hair, breathing in her natural scent, he shuddered.

It was no secret that she was an alluring creature - hell, he’d caught himself thinking about her on more occasions than he cared to admit, but the close-contact left him at a loss. As she leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, shooting him a wink, she steadily guided his hand to her hip. It wasn’t until his fingers graced her flesh, gliding over and just beneath her waist band, that he shook himself from his stupor.

Though he’d had no intention of indulging her provocative trickery, he was but a simple man, a teenager no more hormonally charged than anyone else his age, and her affectionate advance wrought havoc upon him. It was only through an immense exertion of will, realizing he was giving her just what she wanted, that he was able to pull his hand back and away from her warm, inviting skin. Heaven help him, he was not about to wind up doing something raunchy in a school bathroom after class - at least that’s what he mutely swore to himself.

“Ooooooooh ~ I get it,” she coolly mused, standing and removing her sumptuous bottom from him. “You’re more the shy type of guy; I can respect that.”

Turning to face him, brushing her hair from her face, she slowly sank into a deep squat before him. A part of him knew what she was doing, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. As she parted and shuffled between his thighs, hungrily eyeing the growing tent in his pants, she drew her tongue over her lips.

Walking her fingers up his calf, over his knee, and toward his crotch, she glanced up at his wildly blushing face. “I was serious about helping you blow off some steam - heck, between you and me, I wouldn’t mind a bit of stress relief myself.”

His palms were sweaty, knees weak, and his lunch of spaghetti was not sitting calmly in his stomach, comprehending just where her intentions lay. The fact that she was a flirtatious creature was as obvious as the sun in a cloudless sky, but he wouldn’t have guessed she was as openly whorish as she was. Feeling her slender digits brush against his package, stifling a whimper, he reached out and gently pushed her away.

“A…are we really going to do this?” he sputtered, causing her smile to waver. “I…I mean, I w…wouldn’t mind, but in a bathroom ~ seriously?”

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her shirt and began pulling the garment upward. Like a deer in the headlights, unable to look away, he watched the pale, golden skin on her belly come into view. Slowly, moving with all the speed of a seductive glacier, she drew the article up and over her chest, exposing a dark, rock-hard nipple on her smooth, supple pec. There was no way in hell looking at a guy should have been as exciting as it was, but his stark, painful erection spoke to the contrary.

“That enough inspiration for you?” she murmured.

His trembling hand wandered forward, fully intent to cop a feel of her lack of bust, yet he stopped himself. For all he knew, he was her latest victim, just another notch in her belt of carnal conquests, and that thought left a bad taste in his mouth. With his uncertainty beating back his raging libido, he clenched his fist and reclined.

“Listen, as much as I appreciate this, maybe it’s better that we don’t,” he breathed, all but kicking himself for turning her down. “It’s not that I wouldn’t mind fooling around with you, but I’m not a wild fling kind of guy.”

Following a brief pause, her eyes playing over his face, she withdrew ever so slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Maybe if you like me we could go out for a coffee or something.”

Seemingly stricken by his words, she held a hand to her bare chest. “A…are you asking me out on a date?”

Her question caught Anon off guard, making the situation more awkward than it already was. He certainly wasn’t opposed to bringing some much needed energy to his non-existent love life, yet he’d never once considered even trying to date Adagio. Aside from being a rather notorious siren about school, she was way, way out of his league. Unsure of what to say or do, he gave an uneasy shrug.

“I guess? You can be a serious pain in the ass, but I don’t see why we couldn’t try to spend a bit more time together,” he noted, summoning the courage to look her in the eye.

Hasty and admittedly lascivious though it was, he found it nearly impossible to find a reason not to get to know her better. They were both seniors, they had some fascination with one another, and she clearly had no qualms about embracing her sexuality - a fact which was simultaneously frustrating and excruciatingly arousing. Warring with his thoughts, the deafening silence ringing in his ears, he was unprepared when she rose to her full height and dragged her shirt down to cover herself.

“You’re serious ~ aren’t you?” she pressed, leaning in and bringing her face to within a hair’s breadth of his nose. “You do realize I’m a guy ~ right?”

“And?” he smoothly replied, quirking a brow. “Guy or not, you’re probably the hottest chick in this school.”

Adagio stiffened, her cheeks going a brilliant crimson, as she averted her gaze. He’d fully expected a witty or licentious response, and he wouldn’t have been stunned if she’d groped or kissed him, yet her reaction was anything but depraved. Gone was the arrogant, self-assured bombshell he’d grown so used to dealing with, replaced by a demure, almost timid little femboy who seemed just as nervous as himself.

Emboldened by the sudden and wholly unforeseen turn of events, he extended his arm and gingerly held her hand. In spite of his studies and upcoming exams, the possibility of courting someone so attractive and fearless, no matter how remote, was too good to pass up. Lacing his fingers with hers, without her giving the slightest bit of resistance, he anxiously laughed.

“S…so how about it?” he stammered, doing his damnedest to tamp down his welling anxiety. “Maybe in an hour or so, after I’m done going over that stupid algebra, we can go to the - Mmmph?!?”

He was cut off in a flash, as she shot forward and locked lips with him. His body went rigid, tensing from head to toe, and he genuinely thought he may suffer from a heart attack, feeling her breath wash over his face. Out of all the things she could have said or done, not the least of which being a continuation of her amorous onslaught, the deep, passionate kiss was quite possibly the most incredible thing she could have done.

Bringing his hands to her hips, having seized his free wrist, she plunged her tongue into his mouth and softly moaned. He would have never thought his first kiss would be quite literally stolen by a crossdressing, supremely bewitching dude - on the other hand, it wasn’t like he’d ever shackled himself to the self-imposed confines of heterosexuality. Filled with a righteous determination borne of his desires, he gripped her hips, pulled her to himself, and returned the kiss with a passion all his own.

There was only so much a teenager his age could endure, and her merciless, erotic taunting had pushed him well beyond his limits. Slipping a hand to her ass, getting a fistful of yielding, doughy tush, he groaned into her maw. If it had been her intention to provoke him into sensual action, by all the stars in the night sky, that’s exactly what she was going to get.

The moment his digits sank into her rump, she reared back and conceitedly giggled to herself. “Looks like my new boyfriend isn’t as timid as I thought.”

“I’m - uh -” Anon faltered, fretfully watching her unbuckle her belt, “I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend already.”

“Would you believe me if I said I’m single?” she snickered, deftly popping the button on her shorts. “It’s not like I haven’t wanted a boyfriend, but my approach can be a bit intimidating.”

Anon could sympathize with the poor, prospective lovers that had slipped through her delicate fingers. Though she was relatively short and slender, by no means imposing in a physical sense, her personality more than made up for her stature and build. A veritable titan of sexual power, indomitable and rivaling that of a full-fledged porn star, she stood head and shoulders above the comparably amateurish salacious might of her fellow students.

Hooking her thumbs over her waist band, giving the slightest glimpse of the violet panties clinging to her hips, she stopped dead and flashed her teeth at him. “Would you like to do the honors?”

With an overeager nod, slid one hand around her hip and to the front of her shorts. In a sad, almost laughable way, having been reluctant to do anything lewd mere moments ago, his hesitation had been drowned out by his lust. His studies could wait, his impending exams were of little consequence - for fuck’s sake, in that moment, he didn’t even care if he was going to graduate on time. Then and there, languidly hauling her shorts down her legs, the only thing he gave a damn about was finding out just what she was packing.

As her groin was unveiled, uncovering a neatly trimmed heart of bush on her crotch, he was given the first glimpse of her endowment. Inch after inch of long, impossibly thick, bronze-colored shaft appeared before him, nearly causing his jaw to hit the floor. He fully grasped that she had a cock, that was no mystery whatsoever, yet he had underestimated just what sort of equipment she was packing. She didn’t just have a dick - no, she quite literally had a stallionhood.

Disbelieve couldn’t begin to describe what he was seeing, yet his eyes definitely weren’t playing tricks on him. At nearly a foot long, throbbing and with a fat, angry vein snaking along one side, her endowment was that of a horse - an actual fucking horse. Fuck if he could explain what he was looking at, but the sight of her long, semi-rigid length was quite possibly the hottest thing he’d ever seen. As her shorts and panties drifted to the floor, fallen from his grasp, he reverently drew her fingers up her shaft.

“D…don’t worry too much,” Adagio muttered, rubbing the back of her neck and looking away, “that’s about as hard as it gets - not like that’s a problem for a b…bottom like me…”

Though he wasn’t quite what he’d call straight, the news that the lithe femboy wasn’t a top was both immeasurably relieving and a turn-on. He wasn’t totally opposed to playing with, sucking on, or even getting fucked by a dick, but jumping from no anal experience to taking something bigger than his wrist and nearly as long as his forearm! Experimentally wrapping his digits around the bobbing length of her shaft, only barely able to touch his middle finger to his thumb, he felt his mouth begin to water.

Without the slightest thought, caving to his impulses, he leaned forward and brought his face to the trunk-like root of her tool - that was until she placed a hand on his head and brought him to a halt. Only then becoming aware of what he was doing, he peeked up at her flustered, smirking face and reclined. He couldn’t exactly say what he would have done had she not stopped him, yet that was of little consequence.

“Soooooo,” she purred, gradually lowering herself back into a squat, “I know you said you wanted to take it slow, but I’ve always been the type of girl who eats her dessert before dinner.”

Minutes prior, back when his judgment hadn’t been clouded by his youthful exuberance, he’d put an end to her trying to get in his pants - now, having seen her goods and gotten a deep kiss, he was far more inclined to let her do as she pleased. Sliding his ass to the very edge of the toilet, he spread his legs and gave her open access to his crotch.

Coming to eye level with his groin, she cautiously extended her arms and started fiddling with his pants. Intended or not, moving at a snail’s pace, her meticulous movements did nothing to quell his mounting excitement. As she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his fly, allowing his manhood to spring into the open air, she retracted a hand and wiped a bead of drool creeping down to her chin.

“Oh yeah,” she whispered to herself, squeezing and lovingly stroking his dick, “come to Mama.”

As if seeing her so enthused wasn’t inspirational enough, the sensation of her soft, nimble fingers against his sensitive flesh. His hips reflexively jerked and sent his shaft through her grasp, bucking at her face, while he fought to contain himself. As a virgin, having only ever gotten himself off, the stimulation she afforded, though relatively tame, bordered on the divine.

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, maintaining eye contact, Adagio drifted closer to him, angled his cock to her face, and wrapped her lips around the tip of his shaft. The hand-job, though fleeting and pleasant, was overshadowed in the blink of an eye by the warm, wet, and superb feeling of her tongue gliding around his glans. The entire situation was like something out of a cheesy porno, the type of thing guys like him dreamed about, and he had little doubt that the memory of it would give him comfort on long, lonely nights.

As she worked his length into her maw, lightly bobbing her head and mopping his length with her pouting lips, she snaked one hand down and between her obscenely parted thighs. Though he couldn’t quite see what she was doing, it didn’t take him long to figure out what she was up to. It was only then that it dawned on him - she was just as or more thrilled to suck his dick as he was to get some oral action.

Had he known how his afternoon was going to play out, he would have done things differently, possibly inviting her back to his house for a cram session - alas, there was no sense crying over spilled milk. Caressing her cheek and wrapping his fingers around the back of her head, giving a pleased hum, he guided her movements. It wasn’t like he had any experience with blowjobs, either giving or receiving them, but he’d watched enough smut to have a basic idea of how to help.

“F…fuck,” he huffed, wincing as she fixated on the head of his cock, “you’re really fucking good at this.”

Pulling away and withdrawing from his member with a soft pop, she beamed up at him. “Thanks. I guess all that practice paid off.”

Mere moments from slipping his length back into her mouth, she leaned back and sheepishly laughed. “You’re - uh - actually the first guy I’ve done this with…”

He balked in disbelief, his jaw working noiselessly in disbelief. “Bullshit.”

“No, really,” she insisted, pressing her cheek to his shaft. “I’ve only ever done this with dildos before, but this is way, way better than sucking on a piece of silicone.”

With his curiosity briefly overshadowing his lust, he tempted fate. “So you’re a virgin?”

“That’s not a problem ~ is it?” she countered, her grip on his manhood tightening.

Swiftly shaking his head, Anon swiftly threw his hands up in surrender. “Not at all - in fact, I haven’t ever fooled around with anyone either.”

“Oh really now?” she hummed, steadily standing. “If that’s the case, how about we really make this a moment to remember.”

Turning on her heel and facing away from him, she kicked her panties and shorts to the side. He would’ve been overjoyed with a blowjob - shit, more than happy, yet seeing her succulent ass him pine for more. If she was up for it, he definitely wouldn’t mind mutually punching their v-cards. As she bent forward and pressed her thighs together, giving him a spectacular view of her rump, fat balls, and drooling stallionhood, he gave her tush a playful smack.

Reaching back and prizing her buns apart, gleefully showing off her winking hole, she peeked over her shoulder at him. “You don’t have any lube, do you?”

“No, I’ve - wait,” he coughed, wrenching his bag from off his shoulder.

Frantically rummaging about through his things, his prayers were answered. About a month ago, after a painfully awkward presentation in his P.E. class, he’d been given several condoms and individual packs of lube from his teacher. While he’d played off the lecture at the time, falsely assuming he’d remain chaste for months or even years, he found himself immeasurably thankful to the nameless health department educator who’d come to talk to his class about safe sex.

Tearing open one of the packets of lube, he slathered his manhood in the cool, slick substance - sure, he may have been getting ahead of himself just a bit, but he was too damn horny to care. With his cock coated and ready to go, seeing she hadn’t budged an inch, he eyed her backdoor. He’d looked at more booty than he could count on his phone or computer, yet actually having one, and a damn fine one at that, within arm’s reach was totally different.

“Go ahead,” she quietly urged, shuffling back and bringing her backside to within inches of his face.

The thought of fingering her and warming up was replaced in a flash, as he buried his face between her pillowy buns. The scent of sweat and feminine musk flooded his sinuses, sending his passion into a roaring inferno. God forgive him - he’d always had a weakness for asses, having fantasized about getting to play with one since for almost as long as he could remember, and now his lecherous dreams were made manifest.

With a contented groan, she rocked back and ground her hole against his lips. “Just so ya know, I may have fucked myself this morning before school. Feel free to - Mmmmmmm!”

Plunging his tongue into her, coating his taste buds in the bitter, vaguely sweet flavor of her depths, he cut her off. In truth, given how worked up he was, he wouldn’t have been bothered if she hadn’t cleaned and diddled herself earlier. His eyes drifted shut, and his hands wandered up to her slender waist, while he feasted on her rump.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” she timidly chuckled.

Though he didn’t say a word, enjoying himself too much to stop, he shook his head. He could scarcely believe that he was eating one of the hottest asses he’d ever seen in one of the student bathrooms of his school, yet there he was doing just that. As he gradually lost himself, kneading her supple flesh and savoring the sensation of her pucker clenching around his tongue, she shifted ever so slightly.

Leaning forward at the waist, she slipped a hand behind herself to stroke herself off. It would have been more than understandable if she’d shifted her positioning and allowed her dick to spring forward, out of view but in a better position for her to sate herself, yet she remained where she was. Left to presume she didn’t move purely for his sake, with her fat nuts resting against his chin, he issued a silent thanks by redoubling his efforts to loosen her snug backdoor.

Sadly, though he couldn’t say how long he’d been rimming her, his good time was brought to an all too abrupt end. Taking one large step forward, she freed his face, wheeled around, and spread her legs just enough to let her stallionhood spring toward his open, saliva streaked lips. For a split second, the blink of an eye, he thought she’d wanted him to put his oral skills to another use, yet she had something else entirely in mind.

“Sit back,” she sternly demanded, pushing his shoulder and shoving him into a reclined position. “I’m not trying to rush this, but I can’t take it anymore.”

Having pushed his back against the inlet pipe, she whipped back around and faced away from him. As she shuffled back and lowered her hips, bringing her bottom toward his boner, he grabbed her wrist. While it would have been incredible to watch her impale herself on him, he couldn’t bring himself to let her do it - not because he didn’t want to get laid, but because he wanted the magical moment to be extra special.

Glancing back at him, she scrunched her nose and piqued a brow. “What are you -”

“Turn around and straddle me,” he humbly yet firmly requested. “I want to face you when we do it.”

Her face somehow going an even darker shade of red, she did as he asked. “Now you’re trying to get me riled up.”

Anon grabbed her backside and helped her keep her balance, as she swung one leg over his hip. “Not really, no. Can you blame me for wanting to see that beautiful face of yours?”

Slowly, carefully, she seated herself on his lap and sandwiched his dick in the cleft of her ass. Her scent was ambrosial, her visage was like that of an angel, and the warmth of her tush against his manhood were like gifts from heaven itself, yet the heat and weight of her massive log of flesh pressed to his abdomen was like that of the sinful abyss. With one arm around the small of her back, and his other resting against her thigh, she lifted herself slightly and reached behind herself.

Gently clutching and guiding his cock to her entrance, she rubbed his shoulder with her free hand. “You ready for this, stud?”

No sooner did his cock kiss her pucker than he tenderly forced her down and sheathed her on his length. If having her jack him off had been good, and her blowjob was great, the feeling of her sweltering confines was a gift from god. His toes curled, it took everything he had to keep from thrusting into her, and his thoughts raced, having crossed the threshold and become a man.

“You’re so fucking big,” she murmured, fully hilting him.

Railing against the impulse to go wild, he gave them each a moment to adjust to the sensations accosting them. Considering it was a first for both of them, the shrewd pause was probably for the best. Though he couldn’t speak for her, uncertain of just how close she’d gotten from the foreplay and dirty talk, he wouldn’t be surprised if his endurance would be lacking.

After a moment passed, experimentally constricting her backdoor around the root of his shaft, she flexed her legs, raised her hips, and freed herself from the base of his dick. There were points in life when words weren’t necessary, when nothing needed to be said, and they’d both gone well beyond that juncture. Staring into each other’s eyes, they committed themselves to their longings.

The closest either had gotten to sex was consuming porn and imagining what it would be like, yet they knew just what to do. Moving in tune with each other, Adagio slammed her tush down while Anon bucked his hips upward. The first impact of their bodies was met by a second, then a third and a fourth, until the rhythmic drumbeat of their fucking echoed throughout the tiled chamber.

Pinning her dick between their chests, she took to the endeavor like a fish to water. Had she not mentioned being as big of an amateur as himself, he could have sworn she outstripped his experience by leaps and bounds. Lifting her waist and slamming her ass against him, meeting every ounce of his zeal, she milked his shaft like some sort of sexual savant.

As his heels pressed against the floor, he shifted his focus from her face and down to the bloated, battering ram-like tip of her stallionhood. He still didn’t understand how or exactly why she had such an endowment, yet he was compelled to give her unusual and enthralling package a bit of attention. Dipping his head and extending his tongue, he lapped at the head of her cock.

The additional stimulation had an immediate and profound effect on Adagio. Her stuffed whole seized, her movements faltered, and a guttural, whorish moan crept past her lips, as she threw her head back - mercifully for her, Anon was quite capable of picking up the slack. The speed and force of his plunges doubled, driving her upward with each thrust, compelled by a domineering side he didn’t know he had.

If there were a more perfect combination of sensations that a mortal could experience, he couldn’t fathom it. The aroma tickling his nostrils, the exotic flavors on his tongue, her tight hole clinging to his pistoning length, and the depraved, intensely perverse noises she made were beyond reproach, culminating in an almost sanity-shattering level of arousal. Receiving the first taste of her salty, cloying pre-cum, he did everything he could to earn his title as her boyfriend.

On and on he went, basking in all the sensual delights she had to offer.. Sexy, assertive, and somehow having an otherworldly package, his newfound girlfriend was the embodiment of his yearnings and more. Feeling her thob against his lips, listening to the sound of her hitched breaths, he realized he was about to achieve the unbelievable - he was about to outlast her.

“I…I’m g…gonna,” she weakly croaked, her hips twitching and stallionhood flaring.

Had someone told him that morning that he’d end up sucking on a horse cock and getting a mouthful of jizz, he would have laughed in their face and called them a lunatic - nevertheless, that’s exactly what fate had dealt him. With few other options available to him, unless he wanted to get slathered in spunk, he clamped his lips around her bloated cock-head, angled his manhood to directly assault her prostate, and fucked the cum out of her.

Her orgasmic wail was as melodic as it was intoxicating, as seething, thick seed surged through her pulsing length and straight into his maw. Unprepared for the sheer quantity of her load, gouts of cum sailed from his nose and crept past his stretched lips. Though he nearly choked on the tsunami of her essence, he was blindsided by an even bigger problem - he was about to blow his load.

Pulling her down and entombing his length, his balls snuggling up to his groin, he peaked seconds after her momentous final moments. His output of may have been dwarfed by what had to be at least a pint of her nut, but his deposit wrought havoc upon her. The pitch of her howl raised an octave, she quaked atop him, and she fiercely held him to her stallionhood, while he gulped down her rich, creamy sauce.

He’d cum more times than he could count over the years, having gotten himself off in a number of places and to all manner of lewd imagery, yet each and every orgasm he’d ever had paled in comparison to the ecstasy which washed over him. It may have been impossible, but the thought of breeding her ass was the figurative icing on the cake. Joining her at the gates of nirvana, he grew still and gulped down the final ropes of her baby-batter.

A small eternity passed as they sat motionless, grappling with the rapturous enormity of what they’d done - what they’d given to one another, until Adagio wearily shifted. Clutching his hair and wrenching his head back, unlatching him from her dick, she huddled over and drove her tongue into his mouth. He hadn’t expected her to so fiercely make out with him after the deed, especially given his cum slickened countenance, yet make out with him she did. Eyes shut, they reveled in the messy aftermath of their hedonistic romp.

Only eventually did Anon pull away and lose himself in her eyes, a silly little grin plastered on his spunk-glazed face. “I fucking love y-”

“Sssssssh ~” she hissed, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him, “save that for later. No sense getting ahead of ourselves.” Giving a triumphant wiggle of her tush, she pressed her cheek to his and brought her mouth to his ear. “I didn’t want to say it out loud, because I didn’t want to jinx it, but I think the feeling is mutual.”

With a parting kiss, she withdrew and placed her hands on her hips. She really was a wonder to behold, a stellar mix of sensuality, confidence, and just the slightest bit bashful, and she was his and his alone. Nodding to the door, he patted her hip and sighed.

“We should probably sneak off to the gym for a shower,” he whispered, regretting that their tryst couldn’t last longer.

Waving a hand and getting her feet under herself, she stood and removed herself from his softening tool. The cool, uninviting air against his manhood was a tragedy beyond compare, but his sadness was fleeting. As he looked down at his sullied pants and glistening shaft, she extended an open hand.

“Come on,” she began, hauling him from the toilet seat, “let’s head back to my place to get a shower. My parents won’t be home until tonight, I live right around the block, and there’s some frozen pizza in my fridge - oh and you can help me study a little bit.”

Ecstatic with the development, Anon hastily straightened his clothing and bent over to grab her discarded shorts and panties. “I just have one condition.”

“And what condition is that, lover boy?” she cooed.

Handing her her garments, he smiled from ear to ear. “That we get to spoon on the couch afterwards…”

Her astonishment faded, replaced by a girlish snicker, as she got herself dressed. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Well,” he mumbled, holding her hand, “we could always go out for something to eat next weekend - you know, after exams.”

Pulling him to herself, pressing their chests together, she craned her head and smirked up at him. “It’s a date…”