It had been a while since a date went so well. Like…a *long* while.
Meera, the goddess sitting across from me, rocking the *fuck* out of a buzz cut and sun dress, cracked open her purple-painted lips and smiled. She fiddled with the straw in her drink with skinny, ringed fingers.
“So?” she asked.
I blinked, realizing too late that I was totally lost in her. I must have been staring at her all the way through dinner, dessert, and the check. Honestly, it was hard not to. Meera had been more than a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stale dating life. She’d been ambrosia. Everything about her was soft and gentle and warm. The way she spoke with her spindly, tattooed arms. The way she batted her eyelashes when I complimented her. Even the way she sat — upright but not stiff. She welcomed every topic of conversation the way she probably cooed at every adorable puppy. She wasn’t innocent. Far from it. She’d been making ‘Fuck me’ eyes all night. But she felt…different. Intoxicating. Proud to be herself.
“What?” I asked, shaking my head from daydreams. “Sorry. You’re just…ugh. Perfect.”
Meera batted her heavy eyelashes like I’d been hoping she would. “Do you want to come back to my place? It’s close.”
I agreed without hesitation, slid out of our booth, and offered her my hand. Daintily, she picked up her purse and got to her feet. I couldn’t help focusing on her skinny, pale legs. I wanted to bite them.
Meera straightened her short dress and walked with me through the restaurant, waving to and thanking our waitress as we left. Soon, we were walking down the busy main road of our bustling town, cars whooshing by, sun beating. Normally, I would’ve hated walking down that road. I would’ve hated walking in general. Why walk anywhere when you can drive and listen to music? That’s the question I normally asked anyway. Watching Meera smile at the clouds and greet people passing by, I wondered how anyone could do anything but admire her. The sun hit her bare shoulders the way I wanted to kiss them. The cool breeze rustled the dress around her thighs. Her thin ankles and little feet made her all-black Converse look almost cozy.
Meera led me away from the mall area — where we’d been eating — and down into a subdivision of small family homes. The noise of the city center faded into the background, replaced by Meera’s little giggle every time she looked at me.
“What?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “You’re really cute.”
“So are you.”
Eventually, we arrived at her place, a squat townhouse with a green door and lilies growing in boxes on the windows. Meera fished her keys out of her purse and nervously unlocked the door. I was hit with a flowery, earthy smell as soon as it swung open.
“Shoes, please,” Meera softly commanded. I obeyed.
Her house was full of plants. All kinds. I couldn’t name a single one, but I loved looking at them all. They covered every tabletop and windowsill. They hung from pots chained to the ceiling. They grew up the walls. There was a sense, standing in Meera’s living room, that the whole place was alive and breathing. The air felt thicker in Meera’s house. It wasn’t uncomfortable or hard to breathe. It just felt like a real place — starkly contrasted with the florescent-lighted cardboard bullshit the rest of the world had become.
Meera wordlessly motioned to her couch. I sat. She disappeared somewhere, returning a moment later with a watering jug, and tenderly watered each and every one of her plants, sometimes poking through the leaves, sometimes pausing to smell pretty flowers. She reminded me of a pixie floating through her personal forest. She didn’t take very long, but she still apologized when she plopped down next to me on the couch. It was big and soft and looked at a huge window rather than a TV. Outside, the sun was shining through a fat-leafed tree in her back yard.
“Sorry,” she said, leaning back in her seat and cuddling a pillow to her stomach. “That takes a while.”
“No, it’s okay!” I said, waving off her unnecessary apology. “I like watching you work.”
Meera batted her eyelashes again. God, I loved when she did that.
She was one of those girls who managed perfect makeup. Her eyeliner was straight and sharp. It ended in wingtips that would’ve taken me hours. Her cheeks were rosy without looking too blushed, blended exquisitely with her slender neck. Earrings shaped like starry dream catchers hung from her ears, grazing her shoulders. I should’ve been polite and stopped checking her out, but I let my eyes drift down onto her small, perky chest. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her dress, but her chest was small enough for that not to be a concern for her. Her skinny legs sprawled out on the couch, popping out behind the pillow she clutched against herself.
I was going to compliment how cute her little, painted toes were, but my words were cut short by surprise. Meera tossed her pillow to the side and mounted me, hanging her petite hands on my collar.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
She leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue — like everything else about her — was thin and small. Her lips were juicy. She was a damn good kisser, but I could tell she was nervous, so I tried to assuage her by turning and lowering her back-first onto the couch, taking control. One of her legs wrapped around my lower back. The other hooked behind my knee.
I bit her lip and she moaned, then worked my way onto her neck. She gave little shudders underneath me, her fingers grabbing my biceps, grazing my own neck, and running through my hair. I nibbled on her a few times before making my way down to her chest, most of which was exposed by her dress. I kissed her there too, licked up and down her sternum, then looped my fingers underneath the strap of her dress and stopped.
“Can I pull it down?” I asked.
She nodded, her lips pressed together, big eyes silently pleading for more.
I pulled the strap down over her shoulder, did the other, then slid Meera’s dress down and away from her bosom. Her tits were perfect. Small with puffy, pink nipples. I took one of them in my mouth and sucked, pulling a squirm out of Meera. I lightly pinched her other nipple with my hand. Another squirm. I worked her chest for a little while, enjoying the little moans she gave me, breathing in the earthy smell of her plant-filled living room and drooling as it mixed with the sweat forming on her neck and chest. Slowly, her taste transformed, switching from sweet to salty. Now and then, I stole glances at her. She writhed in her spot, eyelids fluttering in ecstasy.
I moved down from her chest, kissing her stomach and biting her ribcage over her dress. I grabbed the rim of her dress, which had already come up tantalizingly far, and drew it up.
Meera pulled me back up hastily. Nervously. Her eyes still sparkled with deep desire. Her chest heaved. She was biting her lip. But she seemed…flustered?
“Wait,” she said.
“Are we moving too fast?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No! No. It’s just…I don’t know if you’ll like my body.”
I grinned. “I *definitely* like your body.”
I tried to return to my work, hoping I could please away her worries, but she pulled me back up to face her.
“I really like you,” she said. She was looking deep into my eyes. Deeper than anyone had in a long time.
“I like you too,” I said.
Meera licked her lips, let out a big sigh, and lay back on the couch. Her hands played through my hair, clutching a little more shakily than they had before. She was clearly concerned. I didn’t want to push her too far past her comfort zone, so I moved slowly. She was a small, gentle girl. Maybe she hadn’t been with very many people or maybe one of her exes had abused her body. I had dated plenty of girls who were ashamed of how they looked because of some asshole ex. The last thing I wanted to do was exacerbate that. So I slowed myself down and gave Meera every opportunity to fall back into the pleasure and feel at ease.
My hands found the bottom of her dress again. This time, I drew it up her legs an inch at a time, giving gentle bites on her thighs as I went. I checked her face. She was looking up at the ceiling, eyes open, blinking, biting her own lip. Good. I let my eyes fall back to my work. Her dress kept rising, revealing more of her smooth, thin legs. The bottom of a perfect, little ass. White panties.
I kept going, closing my eyes, soaking in the moment. I tried to be gentle. I kissed down her inner thigh, tracing soft skin down to her crotch. She shivered.
My lips found the inside of her hip, the crease between her leg and her pussy, and finally…finally…
Something hard.
The surprise made me open my eyes again. I looked up to see Meera peering down her gorgeous body, dress drawn up around her ribs, nipples hard atop her beautiful breasts. Her brow was knitted with worry.
There, beneath Meera’s tight, white panties, was a throbbing, rock-hard dick. It swelled underneath my lips. A little spot of wetness drew through her panties at its tip.
*Oh.* It took me a moment to process what I was feeling. I had always been a lesbian — the male body had never interested me. I’d never been with a man sexually or even seen a penis beyond the few failed attempts at watching boring straight porn. I’d met plenty of transgender women, of course. They frequented the gay bars downtown. But I’d never been intimate with anyone who had a cock. I guess I wasn’t opposed to it. I just wasn’t expecting it.
Meera moved to get out from underneath me. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Instinct made me clutch her hips and hold her still. “Wait,” I told her. “It’s okay. Really.”
“I should’ve told you,” she said. She grabbed the pillow from before and buried her face in it.
I looked down at Meera’s dick. I could tell it was huge, even stuffed as it was in her panties. The sun dress suddenly made a lot of sense. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it, but I could make a few educated guesses.
I liked Meera. I liked her a lot. And sure, staring down a dick hadn’t been part of the game plan, but I wasn’t about to let it be a deal-breaker. I could try, at least. She deserved that.
So I leaned back in and I kissed her dick, right over her panties. It gave a little jump at that. I guessed that meant it felt good. I kissed it again, and again, working up and down it, not quite sure where the most sensitive place was. Meera squirmed most when I kissed the tip, so I put that part in my mouth and let hot air escape my throat, warming her panties. She moaned at that. I figured I was headed in the right direction.
“You don’t have to,” she said, voice muffled by the pillow she still had her face buried in.
“I want to,” I said. I ran my hand over her legs and licked my lips. I badly wished she had a pussy. I had to admit that. I wanted to bury my face in her and listen to her yell my name. But underneath that was a desire to make her feel good. To please her. Ultimately, it didn’t matter what equipment she was working with.
I heard her gulp when I slid a fingertip underneath the top of her panties and gently pulled them away from her dick. She lifted her butt enough for me to slide them down past her knees and over her little ankles. I dropped them to the floor and looked down at Meera.
Her body was spread out before me, half-twisted. She kept her face in the pillow. Her yellow sun dress was bunched into a coil just over her belly-button. Her wide hips surrounded a dick as big as any toy I’d ever used on myself. A little bit of cum dripped from the head and onto her flawless skin, leaving a thin thread between her cock and the bead it formed.
I ran my hand up her bare leg, gently scratched the inside of her hip, and curled my hand around her dick. It throbbed underneath my fingers.
I tugged at Meera’s shoulder and finally got her to pull her face from her pillow. She’d been crying a little. I kissed her on the lips and stroked her cock. The motion wasn’t practiced or easy, but I thought about it less as I kept going. Meera eased underneath me, turning her body so she was once more flat on her back. Her hands found my hair again. They grabbed my tits. Rubbed my crotch. Whatever embarrassment she’d faced melted underneath passion.
Something came over me then. A desire I never had before. I wanted Meera deep inside me.
It was a little awkward stroking her and kissing her and trying to slide off my shorts, but I managed it. No sooner had I stepped out of them than Meera’s thin fingers found my crotch. It took her a moment to lube me up. I wasn’t as wet as I wished I was. She didn’t seem to care.
Her big eyes glanced down at her dick, my hand pumping over it slowly, pre-cum moistening my fingers and slicking my palm. When she looked back at me, pleas in her eyes, I knew exactly what she wanted to say.
She kept rubbing me as long as she could while I threw my leg over her and mounted her. Thankfully, the couch was big enough for both my knees. I had to let get of her dick while I straddled her, but I found it again by diving one hand between my legs. The tip of it, wet with pre-cum, grazed against my inner thigh.
I’d ridden girls before, of course. I tended to be the one in control, but I sometimes hooked up with a dom or a switch that got me hot enough to bend my typical role. Hovering over a real dick felt different, though. Especially when it was attached to the hottest woman I’d ever been with. I liked it. It being attached meant Meera could feel it. I knew the frustration of fucking a woman and not being able to feel my strap-on inside her. Meera was blessed. So I made sure she knew it.
I ran the tip of her dick between my pussy lips and slid my now-wet crotch up and and down her shaft. Meera’s dick jumped happily. She moaned, arched her back, then smiled at me, those purple lips parting for the smile she’d entranced me with.
I let go of her dick and pulled away my tank top, letting my tits bounce a little on the way out. I pulled my hair over my shoulder and leaned over her, hovering, my warm, naked body tan in contrast to her pale skin.
“Put it in?” I asked.
Meera nodded, keeping her smile, and held the back of my neck. Her other hand glided over my body, sailed over my curves, and eventually found her own dick. She pulled it up, pressed the tip against my pussy. I ached to feel it go in. It was so big.
She pushed up with her hips and down on my neck. I let my weight carry me the rest of the way. Meera’s dick parted me, opened me wide, and sank into my deepest reaches.
I couldn’t help but let out an airy, “Oooh *fuck*.”
Meera’s cock was huge. I knew that when I held it in my hand. But taking it inside me was entirely different. I felt like I was being stretched apart. It almost hurt. It took a moment of readjusting and wiggling before it felt okay. I nearly worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle it. But Meera licked her fingers, wetted herself, grabbed my hips, and buried her dick even farther inside me. All apprehensions vanished when it found its place, fit perfectly between my legs.
I shivered. Meera smiled. I started fucking her with everything I had.
It took real work to please a dick that big. I couldn’t just bounce on top of her like I’d done with dildos in the past. I had to think about how she could feel it. I planted my hands on either side of Meera’s body and really worked my hips. It was a little difficult, and it made me tired pretty quickly, but it was worth it. My wet pussy slid with relative ease over Meera’s thick cock, gliding up and down, dripping over her smooth hips. I didn’t need to tighten myself around her. I couldn’t if I tried. She filled every centimeter of me.
Her little tits bounced with mine every time I took her all the way in. I fucked her harder, faster. One of her hands found my hip. The other found my chest. She helped me as much as she could.
Eventually, though, I got too tired. My hips went weak and my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore. My arms shook underneath me. I leaned over top of Meera, our bare chests meeting, and I let her take over. She spread me open with her hands on my ass and started pounding me. It felt amazing, but I could tell the angle was difficult for her too. If she wanted to move, she probably wouldn’t ask. So I did that for her.
“Do you want to get behind me?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” she hummed.
We repositioned. I draped my tired upper body over the back of the couch and pulled my hair over my shoulder again, popping my ass out so Meera could take it all in. Luckily, there was a mirror near the couch. I watched in wide-eyed, lip-biting satisfaction as Meera took her giant dick in her little hands and fed my pussy with it. She drove it to the root.
I could’ve gagged on it. She grabbed my hips and worked it nice and slow for a little bit, careful to hit all the best angles, before she just started railing me. I’d never been fucked so hard. Especially not by someone so tiny! But Meera did better than anyone I ever had before. I watched in the mirror, my face contorting in a mix of pleasure and pain; Meera’s face red with effort; her abs, ass, and legs clenching tight with each powerful thrust she jammed into me.
I could feel her cock swell inside me. It somehow managed to get even bigger. I didn’t understand it until she huffed, “I’m going to cum.”
“Do it inside me,” I said. The words came out before I could think about them.
I had never felt that before, but I was always curious about it. Meera felt so fucking good. The thought of her getting off inside me made my pussy clench. She seemed to like that because she moaned.
I wanted to see her when she did it. I had to. I pushed her off, flipped around as fast as I could, and use my feet to guide her body back toward me. She plunged into me again, one knee propped up on the edge of the couch, little tits bouncing, beads of sweat dripping down her perfect chest and toward her navel. I looked down at her giant, veiny cock pumping in and out of me. I grabbed the sun dress still coiled around her waist and held onto it like reins.
“Come inside me,” I begged. “Please.”
Meera was emboldened by that. She grabbed the back of my legs and fucked me even harder, ramming herself deep inside me, letting out a huff every time her hips smacked against the back of my legs.
I could feel my own orgasm coming on. My toes curled. As much as I wanted to keep my eyes open, I just couldn’t. I braced and held my breath. Dug my fingers into the soft cushions of the couch.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” I think I said.
It happened at the same time. A tiny implosion of pure satisfaction gave way to an eruption inside me. My eye snapped open to find Meera’s. Her mouth hung open. Her cock, buried as far inside me as it could go, swelled bigger than it had ever been and then released. A tidal wave of sticky warmth shot inside me, filling me up, and sent a rush of heat through the rest of my body. Simultaneously, my body was electrified by my own orgasm. I shook on Meera’s cock like a leaf in a breeze.
Meera shuddered against me for a moment. All she could manage was a stuttering, “MmmmMMmMMmm.”
I pulled her close, grabbed the back of her neck, and sank my tongue into her mouth. I held her inside me by clutching a hand around the dress still coiled on her waist. She shook, her knees wobbly, until I eventually let the dress go. She slowly pulled her cock out of me, whimpering a little more every inch. Our cum mixed together and made her shaft shine. All sorts of things gushed out of me, leaking warmth down into my ass. It didn’t feel as gross as I thought. It actually felt sort of good. In any case, though messier, it was *way* better than a fake dick.
“Wow,” I said, looking down at Meera’s still-firm cock. It looked giant in her little hand.
“Yeah…” she said, breathing hard.
I licked my lips. “So, uh, how long until you can do that again?”
Meera’s smile returned. She batted her lashes. “About the time it takes for the shower to get hot.”
“Well let’s go,” I said playfully, resting the bottoms of my bare feet on Meera’s hips. “I want that a *lot* more.”
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