Living alone in a small apartment with nothing but a bed and a computer will drive you insane. I’m a bit of an introvert and even somewhat anti-social, but eventually even someone like me was going crazy and had to get some kinda excuse to get out of the house everyday… in my own way.
Going to the gym was a great solution. I’ve never been the strongest of guys, in fact I’m downright scrawny. There was only one problem: other people. There was an obvious solution to that: go to the gym at a time when no one else would, something like 4AM. And so, I altered my routine to go to bed at 8PM, wake-up at 4, and drive to the gym. I would be able to get a bit stronger while not interacting with people. Simple, quick, easy.
And for the first few days, my plan was going perfectly. I would show up the gym, swipe my access fob, and get in 30 minutes of lifting. No one was ever there when I arrived, no one ever came in. It was like I owned the place, and I didn’t have to get anxious about anyone judging me or trying to talk to me.
That was until *they* started showing up. These two girls, a blonde and a brunette, starting arriving just after me every morning like clockwork. But there was something different about them, I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but for some reason (maybe just loneliness), I didn’t move my time back an hour to avoid them. I just kept doing what I was doing, I told myself I was trying to “condition” myself to be more comfortable around people. That was a nice thought.
Little did I know that these “girls” would condition me from top to bottom, inside and out.
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“Hey, my dude!” I heard faintly through my head phones.
I racked the bar after I finished the rep, and sat up to find the blonde standing over me. There was something off about her. I didn’t really have time to think about it as I was distracted by everything about her, her outfit, her body. She was wearing a tank top and short volley-ball shorts, and her body was to die for. She looked easily 10 times as strong as me, she was a mix of curves and well-defined toned muscle. I’d never seen anything like it.
“Bruh, you can’t just bench without someone spotting you. You’ll get trapped by the bar if you can’t get it back up.” She said. She had a strange way of talking for a girl. It reminded me of some guy in a fraternity, except with a feminine voice and body. She was standing with so much confidence, like she didn’t care or fear a thing in the world. What was different about her?
“Oh uhhh, I think I’m fine, I usually stop before my arms start hurting…” I said. As I said this, I suddenly became so self-conscious of how weak I looked compared to her. I looked weak compared to your average guy, but she looked like an Olympian. It made me wonder what I had been doing with my life to be put to shame like this.
She laughed. “Nah nah nah, bro you can’t stop before your arms stop hurting. That means you’re not stressing those puppies, and they won’t get any stronger. The pain is how you know it’s working. Also that’s why you need someone to spot you, to put the bar back after you push. Here, lay back!”
I did as she said, figuring it was the only way she’d leave me alone with how energetic she is. I’ll have to start coming here even earlier if I wanna avoid this in the future. I laid back on the bench, she walked around to the back, and towered over me.
“It’s best if you keep it consistent and make sure you always do the same number of sets and reps. But for now just give me like 10 reps.” She said. Her presence above me like that was so imposing, I thought about asking her to take a step back, but then I thought she’d be offended or something? I don’t know, I’m not good with people.
So I just reached up to the bar and lifted it off the rack. I was staring directly up at the bar, with her just and her massive tits just in my vision. I felt her sort of pressed against my head, I could feel her soft.. thighs? I guess. I figured maybe she was standing so close to me for a reason, like to catch the bar, or something.
I could only do the bar, no weights added. Thank god I wasn’t the shortest guy around, height and otherwise, or else I would have practically no physical quality. It’s kind of hell being a guy like me, who both hates people but also hates himself for not being appealing to them. The one thing I could give to this girl is that she seemed relaxed and non-judgmental, but her athletic prowess still made me feel like I wasn’t good enough.
I had managed to get through 6 reps of it when I started feeling my arms hurt, what had previously made me stop. But she said to give her ten, that it was the way you’re supposed to do it, and I kept going. My arms started slowing down despite my attempts to go at a consistent pace, and they started shaking.
“Come on bro, just 2 more, you got this!” She said, her arms at the ready.
I struggled through the next one, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes under the strain, and after lowering the bar, preparing to lift it the 10th and final time… I couldn’t get it back up. It was stuck on my chest. She leaned forward over me to grab the bar and place it back on the rack.
And that’s when I realized it, that’s when it hit me, as “her” package was pressed into my forehead, I exactly what was different about her. But, her tits, her hair, her face, it all looked so real. I’d known trans women before, and they always couldn’t get rid of that last bit of male features, whether that be the width of their hips or their jawline. She looked so convincing, like she was a thick girl, just with a dick. A big dick. Normally to look like that you’d have to be 2D.
She came around to the side and gave me a hard pat on the back.
“That’s what I’m talking about bro! That’s what getting after it looks like! Good job man.” She said.
I could clearly see her buldge through those orange short shorts. How didn’t I notice before? It’s like she’s not even trying to hide it. What is she? trans? non-binary? I guess it shouldn’t really matter. After I got over this little moment of realization I felt really good actually. Though my muscles were sore, the way she encouraged me like that was something that made me feel really warm inside. Like I had accomplished something even as weak as I am.
“So you ready to do another set?!” She said, clapping her hands together and smiling. I was still out of breath.
“Uhh. I don’t think I have any more left in me.” I said, trying to avert my gaze from her body. I don’t think she noticed me staring.
“Oh, no worries bro. We’ll just do ten again tomorrow and see how it goes.”
“Tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yeah dude, tomorrow, same time. You’re gonna be here right?”
“Uhh… yeah…” I said. Am I going to be? Ah fuck, I’m already committed.
“Awesome! What do you got left to do? Squats? Treadmill?” She asked. Her little smile somehow managed to stay through the whole conversation. Me, I could barely bring myself to smile most days. But I couldn’t help but get swept up in how much positive energy she had in my head. Maybe it was cancelling out all my negative.
“Uh, just some, uh, running on the treadmill. Hey um, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
Fuck did I say that? Fuck! You idiot! Why would you ask about it? I could feel my face getting red already, or maybe that was just the exhaustion.
“Sure bro, shoot!” She said. Shit, I guess I just have to ask.
“So, uhm, are you like, trans?” I asked. I’m amazed my voice didn’t crack as the anxiety ripped through me. Why am I freaking out about this? Will she be offended? Probably. But what does it matter? Didn’t I want her to leave me alone anyway?
“Nah bro, why?” She said, seemingly without pause. Can nothing break this girl’s positivity. It was like the question was meaningless to her.
“Well, because like, at first I thought you looked like a girl, well I mean you do look like a girl, you still look like a girl. But I couldn’t help but notice, your, you know?”
“Oh you mean my dick?” She reached down and lifted her bulge slightly, and then laughed like a maniac.
“Uhhh, yeah. So are you like, a he, a she, or non-binary, or trans…?” I asked.
“Who cares bro?” She laughed “I’m just a human, a human with both parts I guess. Most people use ‘she’ given you know, the tits and all.” She then used both her hands to lift her giant tits, and then laughed like a maniac, again.
“Wait, you have both?” I asked. I couldn’t stop asking questions.
“Yeah bro, I got the means to give and take pipe. Same thing with Val over there.” She pointed towards her brunette friend, who I had almost forgotten about entirely, who was just dead-lifting on the opposite side of the gym. She was facing towards the mirror on the wall. She was wearing black sweatpants, compared to… wait, I don’t even know her name. Wait did she say “same thing” with her friend over there?
“Wait, so you both… have both? You’re both hermaphrodites?” I asked. Jesus listen to yourself, you fucking weeb.
“Hermaphro-what?” She asked. That infectious smile remained, like nothing I could say could shake her mood.
“Hermaphodite, that’s the medical term for someone with both parts.” I said.
“Oh, yeah I guess we’re both herm-a-whatevers.” She said. “So hey, when you’re on the treadmill, make sure you try and push through if it starts getting hard. That’s the key to self-improvement there too. And bring a water bottle next time, it means less trips to the water-fountain. Good hustle today and make sure to keep coming back, else all your effort won’t mean anything! See you later dude.” And with that, she turned and starting walking back toward her friend Val.
“…See ya later.” I said, quietly, to myself.
I watched as she walked across the gym. Her tight ass just held my eyes like that, her legs, her blonde hair, everything about her. I watched as she walked over to Val, the brunette, and gave her ass a surprise smack, sending the two into a fit of laughter.
Look it goes without saying, I haven’t had a lot of social interaction in life, and like the introvert I was my social battery was at 0%. I needed to go, not because I wanted to leave – no, I wanted to stay and finish my work out like she said, but because my mind was just filled with with my own voice yelling “What? What just happened!? Was that real?” and I couldn’t take it. I got my things and left.
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On campus that day I couldn’t focus worth a damn. I kept reliving my interaction with… fuck, I still forgot to ask her name. Anyway, I kept just remembering every detail of my interaction with her. It felt good on some level, she was so positive, so encouraging, so relaxing to talk to. I had never really felt anything like it. And of course I had a little crisis in terms of my self-conception of my sexual orientation, because like, I was sure I was straight, but later that night what do I find myself doing? Jerking off to fantasies of her, same as any other girl who had given me any bit of attention. Fuck, I guess I’m bi. Does it count as bisexual if the person has both? Isn’t that like, cheating? I don’t know.
So after finishing and cleaning up, there I was, 8PM. I set my alarm for just before 4AM, I guess I’m going to keep going at that same time. I guess I’m not going to avoid her after all. I laid down and for once, I felt a bit excited. Like I was finally looking forward to talking to someone.
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I had managed to get myself a water bottle while I was on campus, she seemed like the expert in this stuff, I might as well do what she said. I rolled up to the brightly lit gym under the night sky, to see the blonde and the brunette already there.
“Hey, you showed up!” She said, greeting me as I came through the door. “As they say in college, showing up is half-way to an A. Though I flunked out. Anyway!” She laughed. Today she was dressed in a similar outfit as yesterday, still a tank top and brightly colored volley-ball shorts, this time seemingly even tighter and shorter than last. You definitely would have to be caught quite off-guard not to notice her package. It was like talking to a super-human, it was fucking huge. You could clearly see the bulge of her shaft and balls and everything. Fuck, stop looking at it.
“Hey so, I actually didn’t catch your name yesterday.” I said, trying to feign laughter. Wow, I… almost sounded normal there.
“Jules, short for Juliet. The name Juliet is just like, way to uptight.” She laughed. “Anyways, we got work to do dude, so hustle over to the bench and I’ll be there in sec. Oh, fuck, right, what’s your name?”
“It’s Noah.” I said.
“Noah. Noah. Alright, hustle to it! I already finished my work-out today, so I’m free to help with anything.” She said, turning and walking away with a smile. She walks around like she owns the place. I hustled over to the bench, set my water bottle down, took the weights off the bar, and waited.
Finishing the set was just as hard as last time. But I made it through, managed to just barely get up that 10th rep, my arms hurting just like last time. Her encouragement and up-beat attitude was like a drug, it was infectious, I couldn’t get enough. Which is why when she asked me if I wanted to do tricep curls, she helped me do that too, and when she asked me if I wanted to try dead-lifts, I hustled right over and did it. I couldn’t do much, but no matter how poorly I thought I was doing, how skinny and scrawny I thought I must seem to her, she always gave me a slap on the back and told me I did a good job. I had never had so much positivism in my whole life. Hell, I was even *smiling*. I felt good. Fuck, my life was depression compared to how I felt around her. Fuck, do I have depression?
“Good work out today dude, you really got after it.” There it was, that same glaring invigorating smile. I almost forgot entirely about the fact that she had a dick.
“Thanks. I guess I’m gonna go home now and collapse or something.” I said.
“Aren’t you gonna shower first dude?” Jules asked.
“Oh uhhh-” I stammered.
“It’s always best to shower right after your workout bro, hot water helps get the hurt out. Plus the showers here are super nice, we got big fresh towels laid out and everything.” She said. I had said yes to everything to far, I figured, what the hell could go wrong? I can shower in a public bathroom, no big deal, it’s not like I have anxiety or anything. Heh.
I put my stuff away in one of the cupboards and went to the showers without second thought. My mind was on other things as I went through the door.
It helped a lot that it was empty inside. The room was a pretty open space with nothing but a row of 4 sinks against a large mirror, and 4 showers embedded in the wall opposite the sinks, each with a curtain, and stacks of fresh towels laid out next to the sinks. The room was white, clean, relaxing; it soothed my anxiety away and I got to just revel in a day already well spent, even with the soreness and practically struggling to walk.
I grabbed a towel, stepped in, stripped, and felt the warm glow of hot water rush over me. It did help with soreness, it helped a lot. It felt like mostly the hot water just distracted my senses from the aches, but it was welcome all the same. I stared down at myself in between reliving all my interactions with Jules, her energy when I talked to her was just like the glow of hot water rushing over my body. Or like stepping out into the sun on a spring day, but I wouldn’t know what that’s like, judging by pale I am. Even in this glowing white room I look pale as fuck. I need to work on that – I need to work on everything really.
It was just then I heard the door open. Had some other guy been working out that I hadn’t noticed? This is the men’s room right? Yeah this is definitely the men’s room, I saw the little guy on the outside and everything. My anxiety instantly returned, but that made me angry. Why is it so difficult for me to do things like this? It doesn’t have to be this way. There is no reason at all that I should feel awkward about being naked in the same space as some other guy, I mean it’s not like he’s going to be walking around naked when he can just wrap a towel around himself.
I returned to my absent minded thought, purposely forgetting the situation entirely; maybe this is something I can do. Maybe I’m not so anti-social after all, my brain feels like it’s just been reset entirely after today. Maybe things can be different.
The other dude had finished showering before me, and I figured I had probably been in too long. I dried myself off, put my clothes back on, and confidently swiped the curtain to the side ready to just wash and my hands, say goodbye to Jules, and get on with the day.
That is until, standing at the mirror, not a towel or stitch in sight, was a strong, thick blonde girl with an extra asset.
“Hey dude! You have a good shower?” Jules asked, that same positive energy as usual. As if everything was fine, and I totally wasn’t staring at her completely naked body. I froze there, totally stunned, fucking stun-locked, just staring at everything. She was standing on the left-most sink, and in the mirror and from where I was standing, I could see everything. **Everything.**
Her ass and tits were even more heavenly and bigger than I even thought. She stood confidently at the mirror, unashamed, and how the hell could anyone be ashamed about *this?*. And I know what you’re thinking, can’t you see what’s wrong with the picture Noah? But even her dick, it just fit. It belonged on her body, hung between her legs in all it’s uncircumcised fully-shaven glory. I could suck that dick, that dick looks delicious, if I could even fit it in my mouth.
“Yo, earth to Noah?” Jules laughed.
I kinda jolted forward. I couldn’t really think straight but the last thing I remembered I was going to do next was go to the sink and wash my hands. Wait, why am I even doing that? I just showered! But I had already started walking towards the sink, I was basically already at the sink, so I just tried to look natural. I could feel myself flustered just barely over the soreness as I walked over. My eyes sort of glossed over, I knew there was no way my eyes could focus on anything without glancing at her, so I just kept them forward and pretended like none of the colors meant anything to me, pretended like the ‘seeing’ part of my brain wasn’t anything I was consciously aware of. And it worked, I thought, it seemed like I was keeping my cool.
But was I was washing my hands she turned towards me, two sinks over, and started walking her way over. Her footsteps on the tiled floor, steadily advancing towards me, made my heart beat faster and faster with each stride she made towards me. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t stare. Oh jesus she’s right next to me, she’s facing right towards me, looking right at me. Fuck, fine!
“Umm, what’s… up, Jules?” I said, keeping my eyes focused on her face to the best of my ability.
“You’re looking a little bit tense there man.” Her smile was still there, but it was different, it was sly and mischievous. It cut right into me. What did she want?
“You want me to help you get rid of some that, *tension?*” Jules asked.
“What tension?” I asked.
“This tension.” She took a step towards me, and her hand traced up my thigh across the fabric of my sweatpants and grabbed my dick. My fully erect cock. I hadn’t even realized – Fuck, I was so out of sorts I didn’t even notice. I was pitching a tent in my sweatpants right in front of her; because of her.
I gasped, literally gasped a bit, when she grabbed it. Her body was pressed up against my side, I could feel some tension of her’s pressing into my hip. I could smell her, feel her silhouette against me. The truth of the situation finally hit me, she was coming on to me and coming fast, and butterflies went through my whole body, I practically shook.
“You want me to help you relax a bit?” Her voice had changed, far from the chill and loose voice I heard earlier, it had turned into a sultry and inviting voice that felt like it was cutting through all my mental barriers.
“Come on, turn towards me, let me get those pants off.” I could feel the redness in my face, the tightness through my whole body, I was almost scared. But I turned towards her anyways. I let my eyes look again, really look at her.
“You definitely need a good fuck, I can tell.” She said, as her hands slipped into the waistband of my sweatpants and underwear on either side of me.
“Jules, i-isn’t someone, probably going to come in here, and catch us?”
“Who cares dude? Let’s just fuck. Right here, right now.” She laughed, and slipped my pants off. God, even the feeling of the clothes being taken off was heaven. I could only imagine what sex must be like.
“Jules, I’ve never even… I’ve never even kissed someone before.” I said, finally letting out that old truth. Something I had lied about many times.
“Oh..” Jules said. The smile was suddenly gone from her face, her blue eyes stared right into mine. “That’s… that’s a down-right crime, dude.”
Without another word she moved even closer to me, the front of her body pressed completely against mine. She placed her hands around me, around my shoulders and neck, and moved her lips close to mine she could before stopping just short. My lips had already involuntarily opened, when she said:
“I’m going to take… every single one of your virginities, you little cutie. Staring with this one,”
Her lips touched mine and locked in, the feeling of her lips was a heaven that washed over me. I felt it, like a warm feeling, like a key unlocking a door, it spread through my whole body. Her kiss alone was enough to relax me, I could feel my own body again, the anxiety was stolen right along with my heart. Each time her lips kissed over mine, I felt myself opening up more and more, my lips would push for deeper kisses, and she would push back even deeper, pressing her whole body into me as she silently taught me to really indulge in it, to wrap my arms around her and press myself into her right back.
She released my lips just to let each other breath, our heads resting against each other, our bodies wrapped around each other. I only caught a few breaths before she pushed in for even more, and then gently nudged my head to the side and brushed past my cheeks, her lips landing softly on my neck and making me audibly gasp.
Did she take my clothes off or did I? I couldn’t even remember, but I felt so much liberation and a rush of confidence as they were tossed straight to the other side of the room. She kissed down my chest, down my stomach, and got down on her knees to take another virginity of mine.
She wasn’t one to hold back, or tease, I had to hold on to the counter with one hand as she wrapped her lips around the tip and just took it all the way in, down to the base, in one fluid motion. She was definitely familiar with the equipment. The pleasure of her warm, wet, silky-smooth suck was unlike anything I could’ve ever hoped for, she would dive down to the base and then rise back up before just sucking and licking on the tip, just to dive back down again. She gave it several more strokes before pulling her mouth off.
“I think you’re ready.” She said, holding my cock against her cheek and staring up at me. “Trust me, I wasn’t lying, I got a tight wet pussy down there and it’s 100% the real thing. Definitely counts as losing your virginity.” She laughed.
I was used too following her instruction at this point. She stood up and grabbed a few fresh towels from off the counter, laid one flat across the floor and made a pillow out of another two, and made me lay down. She straddled me, she took a hold of her cock and balls and lifted them up, and started grinding the area under them across my cock. I could feel it, I could feel it lubing me up and the smooth slit gently stroking the back of my cock. she bit her lip, before she lifted herself up and guided me in.
My head tilted back as she slid down it, her thick ass practically slamming into my thighs. My legs involuntarily spread just a little bit, and I moaned, really moaned for the first time in my life. Her hands placed themselves flat against my chest and she started riding with reckless abandon. My hands went to her tits, I squeezed and played with them, right before she leaned down and shoved them in face. I just started sucking on her nipples, I couldn’t help myself, I started going crazy. My hips would buck up to meet her downward thrusts in perfect sync.
You think it would feel strange, that along with her ass bouncing and tits smothering me, that her giant dick was stroking across my stomach. You would think that – and before I felt it, I had thought I was completely okay with her having a dick. The truth is, it wasn’t until that moment that I realized that on some level, I hadn’t really understood. Her dick wasn’t some oddity, some male thing on an otherwise female body, but it was a just more of her to play with. It was a nice, hard, thick piece of meat; a toy for her and I to play with. It was just that: more fun. More to fuck. More to please and give pleasure. More possibilities.
I reached my hand between us from the side, and took hold as she kept riding and moaning, I wrapped my hand around her thick cock, gripped the skin tight around the head, and started stroking her. Her moans doubled in volume and depth, but she was way farther from orgasm than me. I felt it, the way it builds up, the way it feels like your balls are ready to drain themselves dry.
“Fucking give it to me baby, yeah that’s right, that’s a good boy. Cum for me, fill up my tight cunt.” She moaned.
The speed and force of us slamming ourselves into each other seemed to double almost instantly. I moaned, deeply into her heavenly tits, and as soon as she felt it start to spurt she slammed down and kept me deep inside of her. Every single spurt made me shutter, and it just kept coming, waves of pleasure kept washing over me. After what felt like enough to fill her insides twice over, it finally wound down.
She relaxed her body onto mine, the post-orgasmic bliss of her skin against mine dominated my mind. I felt true contentedness; as if I could lie there with her for all of time, she kissed my cheeks and forehead, as my gradually softening dick rested in her. We lay there for a while, a smile across both our faces.
Wait, what is she doing… is she moving her hips?
“Jules, I don’t think I got anymore left in me, that was so amazing…” I said. She was slowly moving up and down, just bouncing a little bit, just millimetres back and forth. But she was doing it, and she wasn’t stopping.
“Jules, are you sure-” I started, moving my hands up towards her shoulders. But she grabbed my hands and forced them down to the floor, and leaned real close to my face with a sly smile and a crooked expression.
“We’re not done yet cutie. I said I was going to take ALL of your virginities, and there’s still two left.”
I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I knew what she was going to do, what she wanted to do, and I felt just that little bit nervous. But as she grinded around my cock, I felt it getting hard again. I felt my hips wanting to move again. The nervousness passed, and that big cock was starting to seem more appetizing.
She lifted off my cock and moved upward, now straddling my chest; she let her thick cock hit my face. I felt the length of it, how it was longer than my whole face as she grinded it across. I opened my mouth and licked, as she stroked it across my lips and cheeks while grabbing and squeezing her own nipples. Her eyes had a fire in them, a lust that must be satisfied… I could already feel my asshole almost tingling in excitement. I wanted her to play with me.
But first she wanted my mouth, so she slipped in into awaiting hole. She was gentle, ish, as she slammed into the back of my throat. It was never going to go any other way. I even liked the taste on some level, I liked *knowing* what a cock like this tasted like. I liked knowing what it felt like for it to make my gag-reflex trigger, what it felt like to lick at it and let it fuck my face.
“Yeah that’s right, fucking take it, just like that… you’re doing so good…” She said, giving me the encouragement that I craved. It only made me suck harder.
She took it from my mouth, and stood up. I simply stood up with her, and let her position me as she pleased. She guided me to the counter, facing towards the mirror. She took my still wet cock in her hands and stroked it, getting all the wetness and lubrication she could and slathering it on her massive dick, and took what had been leaking from her pussy and added that too, stroking it tightly to really spread it from tip to base. She leaned me over the counter, so my ass was ready for her to pound.
She was a bit more gentle with my asshole compared to my mouth, she pressed ever so gently. In my tired and post-orgasmic state, I was relaxed enough that the tip could shove it’s way in with relative ease, relative ease here meaning me grunting and gritting my teeth. I understood her attitude, she was a hedonist at heart, that attitude had overtaken my mind and I almost welcomed the pain, if just to indulge in another feeling, and with the comfort of knowing my tight hole was giving her exactly what she wanted.
The next feeling came on suddenly, and despite the continued presence of pain, I thanked god I weathered through it. Once the tip was in, and the shaft pressed deeper, I felt how it stroked the guy’s equivalent of the g-spot, the spot in your ass that borders with other spots of your body, the spot that gives you that hint of feeling like you’re about to cum, that tiny almost other worldly pleasure. The shaft pressed even further into me, stroking that spot, I felt her spit on the base before giving a hard shove to get it all the way in.
Her legs were spread wide as she started to thrust in and out. She took hold of my hips and her pace wound up, each stroke was this mini-orgasm in my body of pleasure in pain, like she was perpetually holding on me on the edge of orgasm. The tip would stoke past and press into that good spot, and the faster she bucked, the harder she thrust, the more it seemed to cry for more. The pain subsided, too small in comparison to that pleasure. It was so divine in the way it built up but couldn’t bring me to orgasm, it just held me there through every thrust, I could feel my cock practically begging for a touch but knew I would be getting nothing but the hard pounding of cock.
I started moaning right along with her as she just destroyed my ass. I watched her in the mirror, her eyes transfixed on the action, her moans and breaths heavy, her plump tits bouncing and jiggling back and forth with each thrust. Her blonde hair had become a mess, her body dripped with sweat, and no matter how hard she thrust it just seemed to get harder and harder.
I started throwing it back, meeting her thrust as her moans picked up and her held tilted back. She let out a burst of thrusts and I could hear that she was so close. I wanted it inside me, I wanted her to fill me even more, I wanted her to empty those huge balls in my guts if just to hear the way her moans turned into guttural groans.
She hit orgasm and her whole body had to wrap around me just to handle the intensity. She slammed her cock as deep as it could reach, she wrapped her arms around me and held on tight as it let loose everything it had, spurt after spurt, I could feel the ropes of cum shooting up inside of me like she was literally pumping it up my ass. It kept coming, it kept coming longer than my orgasm had lasted, like her massive balls committed to just draining themselves empty.
There we were again, holding each other in that post-orgasmic bliss. I was beat, there was no way I was doing anything else but go home and sleep for the rest of the day. It seems even Jules was a bit tired, but it was something like 6AM by now, and so she pulled out. Quite slowly too, maybe because she wanted to be gentle, maybe because she just enjoyed the feeling of pulling her wet half-limp dick out of me.
She handed me my clothes and quickly slipped on hers before slipping me another kiss.
“Fuck, Noah, that was so fucking amazing.” She said. She started walking towards the door with her things. “Shit, I can’t wait to tell Val about this!” And she closed the door behind her, leaving me with cum in my ass, all my virginities gone, and dumb smile on my face.
Wait, what did she say?
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*Hey, thanks for reading. It was a bit longer and a bit slower than my usual stuff, I hope you all enjoyed it. Writers write more when they get good feedback! So if you really liked it, let me know what you thought in the comments.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g02olv/who_cares_dude_lets_just_fuck_mfuta
That was a great read!! Can’t wait to read more!!
This was such a fun read ! So very hot and definitely something I’ll be returning to ?