“…And anyway, whatever your feelings about me, I have a boyfriend. Well kind of, I guess. But what I’m saying is, it won’t matter because I’m not really single anyways.” Rachel was telling me this while sitting across from me at the dining room table with the lease agreement and a pen in her hands. She was in the middle of signing when she told me that we should agree to a no-sex pledge and followed up that statement by adding that she was trans.
I would have never guessed she was trans. Rachel was a beautiful woman; a cute woman around my age and I admit that I was a little flustered when she first walked into the apartment to discuss my Roommate Wanted ad I’d posted online. Nonetheless, the reveal threw me off guard only because I wasn’t expecting such a detail. Her being trans meant nothing to me but I must confess that it did make her demand easier to assent. I’m a heterosexual man and so, you know, her penis would get in the way of any sexual feelings I would have towards her. Figuratively and literally.
Regaining my composure in what I hoped was a timely manner, I quickly responded, “Yeah, of course. I think you and I could have a good thing here; you seem cool and I hope you feel the same about me. So yeah, sex would obviously just needlessly complicate things.”
Smiling and nodding, Rachel finished signing and laid the pen on the freshly notarized document and looked at me, “Good good, you seem laid back but also honest so I figured you’d be okay with that condition. Couldn’t help but notice that your face changed a little bit when I revealed my big bad secret. Oh, don’t worry, you didn’t offend me. Your surprise is more of a compliment than anything. As far as your disappointment goes, that’s mixed feelings.” Rachel said this with an air of ease and a teasing quip. She chuckled at my obvious inability to say anything that would be a winning statement. So after some red-faced stammering, I just went with, “It’s true. My lizard-caveman brain turned a frown upon learning we have the same thing going on ‘downstairs’. But, Rachel, I will honestly say you are a beautiful woman, and I’m hoping we’ll be good friends.”
Rachel flashed a genial smile and said, “Me too, James.”
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I was sitting on the couch refreshed from a shave and shower when I caught the scent of Rachel before I heard her soft steps approaching. She had a peculiar fragrance about her, almost like wood, but like, prettier than that. Rachel smelled like a harp, an active harp mused by beautiful passionate hands. It didn’t make much sense, I know, but it’s what I thought she smelled like.
She came into view and plopped down on the couch next to me and then plopped her hand on my scalp.
“Ugh, you shaved it again. Grow it out sometime and you might actually get a woman to date you. You look like a German assassin.”
I chuckled with a small smile and retorted, “I think that only adds to my favor. Women like big scary men, right? I look like I know how to break things.”
Removing her hand and sighing, “Everything but a heart, apparently. I’ve been here, what, four months and the only thing I’ve ever heard come out of your room are the woes of silence and you, big guy.”
My chest and groin did that annoying thing that they do every time she calls me, “big guy”. I always found it difficult to immediately respond afterward and I’m beginning to suspect that Rachel is aware and it makes me anxious. Her being this close to me with her bare legs curled beneath her and her oversized shirt struggling to cover her wasn’t helping.
Rachel was a perfect roommate. Clean, tidy, and respectful of the space. We got along incredibly well; more like friends than anything else. Her boyfriend was rarely over but I wouldn’t care if he were. It’s her house too so her lovers are obviously welcome if they’re respectful of the space as well.
Her only negative was that Rachel got comfortable at one point and it made me uncomfortable. It started gradually. Where she used to wear normal, suitable lounging attire slowly became a sports bra and leggings, then a loose shirt, no bra, and short shorts, then finally to just panties and whatever she could find to serve as a top. I felt bad about wanting to say something about it because it is also her house and she should be comfortable but the fact is Rachel is beautiful. Hot, honestly.
Several times I’d find myself watching her with her back turned and her cute bubbly butt would be mostly bare or I’d catch her from her side in her loose shirt and more than once I would catch a full glimpse of her tiny but perky breasts. And I would have typical male reactions in my pants and would find myself staring at her as she moved throughout the space while trying to steal glances of her taut body clad in whatever she barely threw on. But then I would see her bulge, her very noticeable bulge and it would instantly remind me that I’m getting an erection for someone who could also get an erection and it just twisted my brain and made me uncomfortable.
I finally had to say something about her state of dress one night when I had come home from the gym and Rachel was sitting on the couch enjoying a cocktail. She turned her head towards me and smiled and leaned across the coffee table to set her drink down. Her tiny pink thong was lost in her gorgeous and enticing ass and I was frozen in place staring at her bent frame. I immediately started growing and as she walked over to me I noticed her bulge was a little more bulgy than usual. I dropped my bag to the ground and was about to make a joke or something to break the confused tension growing in my own pants when she hugged me and settled her head into my chest and held me close and tight. “Oh, your torso feels like soft stone. You smell like you worked hard today, James. Are you glad to be home?” Rachel was running her hands lightly across my lower back and pressing our bodies together. She smelled like a harp in the middle of a melody and her body felt so soft against mine. And I was fully aware of my stiffening member resting and growing against her pubis, and something else taking up space below it.
Rachel pressed and rubbed our bodies together just a second longer and sighed quietly, “Mm it seems you’re pretty happy to be home, big guy.” I stiffened my body and gently, but assertively, broke the embrace. Her bulge was almost a full erection now, challenging the see-through fabric of her panties and my chest filled with very serious confused, and mixed emotions when I realized I had a very noticeable bulge in my own shorts. I looked at Rachel and her face was very obviously embarrassed but I couldn’t help but see her as a stunningly beautiful woman right then and there. For a second, a split second, I almost reached out to kiss her. Press our bodies back together and free her from her panties and… I don’t know. I don’t know.
I did reach out to her but instead, I lightly held her shoulders, and looking down into her eyes I said, “Rachel, you’re the best roommate I’ve ever had. And I would really like to keep what we have here. You’re cool, funny, your presence here is an enjoyable one, all of the time. So please, could you wear more clothes around the house when I’m here? Especially if you’re going to hug me. You’re, uh… you’re at full mast right now and I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate it. Because I don’t hate it when you’re only wearing underwear.”
Rachel’s face took on a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment and she quickly covered up her stiff member with her hands with some difficulty. Her hands were small but her penis wasn’t exactly small as well. Averting her gaze she grumbled, “I don’t think he would care very much at all, actually.” Before I could ask her what she meant and demonstrate some concern Rachel coyly smirked and pointed at the still prevalent lump in my shorts. “And you’re at half-mast by the way, big guy. So yeah, maybe I should cover up more.” When she inflected her voice and raised her eyebrows at ‘big guy’ I immediately started to grow by way of a humiliating and noticeable twitch in my shorts which resulted in a restrained chuckle from Rachel. Covering myself and not being able to think of anything to say to save me I just started trudging off to my bedroom before Rachel interrupted me.
“I am sorry though. I’ve had one too many drinks after a long argument with Andrew, and you’re a comforting presence and I took advantage of that and I’m sorry.”
Rachel looked so sad and honest and vulnerable and I couldn’t just let my friend stand there alone with all of that so embraced her, ardently keeping distance between our midsections but pressing her sullen face into my chest all the same. I’d been aware of her relationship struggles for some time now and I knew it caused her pain.
“It’s alright. Really. Whatever. You’re cute and caught me off guard and I’m sorry that I, um, got a little excited. We’ll just go from here and it’ll be fine. Cool?”
Rachel smiled and settled into my chest once more, our bodies and midsections finding each other again. I felt my member stiffening against her once again and I also felt her starting to stiffen as well. I was telling myself to pull away but found myself running my hands down her back, deeper and deeper until my fingers were climbing the edge of her thong and my heart was like a bomb stuck between our bodies. Finally, I broke the embrace and said goodnight, no longer just at half-mast. Rachel responded in kind, a full erection spilling out of her useless thong, and walked back towards her room. I watched her walk and gawked at her ass swallowing her thong until she got to her room. She turned and stared at the tent in my pants and winked at me before closing her door. I went to my own room and masturbated myself into the one of most powerful and torturously confused orgasms I’ve had in my life.
That was two weeks ago.
So, I’m sitting on the couch thinking about the sex appeal a German assassin might have on a woman when I smell and hear Rachel returning to the couch. She has a couple of drinks in her hands and a complicated, sullen look on her face. She leans to set the drinks down and her shirt pulls up to reveal a pair of red, modest panties and a bulge. She bends a little too long and I stare a little too much before she sits down again. This has been fairly normal since two weeks ago.
Reaching and teasing me once more to get her drink, she takes a sip and says, “Andrew and I broke up.”
I immediately go through the obligatory condolences and rub her shoulder. She kisses my hand and goes back to her drink. She again reaches across the table to get the one she poured for me. Her panties have been a little taken over by her butt now and I can see more of her bare bottom and bulge and fuck the tumultuous emotional barrage that assaults me and my groin drive me insane. She hands me my drink and continues.
“Don’t worry about it. This was a long time coming. I should have ended it a long time ago. He was such an asshole anyways.” Rachel took a long, gulping swig from her drink and when she drained it she grumbled, “Still being an asshole actually.”
I returned her swig with a draining one of my own, prepared to walk the fire with my friend, “Well, you want to tell me about it?”
Rachel stared at me pensively for a moment before tossing me her unlocked phone and grabbing my empty glass from my hands and standing up with both glasses in tow.
“Open up the messages, and tell me what you think.”
Rachel took the empty classes to restore their contents and I did as she requested and was disgusted. Andrew, her now ex, had sent her pictures of himself with a woman and a cascade of messages detailing how he was disgusted with himself for dating a trans and disgusted with her. There were many more abhorrent messages but by then I’d seen enough and Rachel had returned with refreshed drinks and her sullen face.
She handed me mine and sat down, looking at me.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to say. “He’s a fucking bastard and a coward. A vile cretin. I’m sorry”.
Rachel smiled softly and took a hearty sip. I reciprocated.
“It’s fine. Really. I don’t let losers like him bring me down. But. I don’t let them get the final word either. If he had just broken up with me and been polite I could have let bygones be what they are. But instead he… you know.” Another sip. A small silence.
“So, what are you going to do, Rachel?”
Rachel tapped her glass a few times and took another big swig. She looked at me and I did the same. Taking a big breath she looked at me intensely and said, “I have a favor to ask. A petty one. An immature one. But one that I know will make him cower and quiver and never show his face to me again or ever speak to me again or ever speak to someone like me again. And I need your help.”
Pondering this and her intensity, I tapped my glass a few times and looked at her, “I will do most anything you need right now. But. I won’t harm anyone. Like, physically. I won’t go to his place and break his bones if that’s what you’re about to ask. I just can’t do it, Rachel. It’s not who I am. And it’s not who you are. That’s my line in the sand. Besides that, ask me anything.”
Rachel smiled softly but brightly, stared at me a moment, and responded, “I wouldn’t ask that. And what I’m going to ask will hurt him more than all of his bones shattered at once. I know him. However, if you still choose to say no, I won’t be upset. I won’t think of you differently. Not to sound shallow but I don’t need you to do this. I just want it to be you. I know he would hate it more than anything else.”
Feeling a little apprehensive and buzzed I grasped at straws at what she could mean. Rachel downed her drink and raised her eyebrows at me. I polished off mine and handed her my glass. She proceeded to reach across the table to set down the glasses and lingered a moment. Her red panties were now basically a thong inside of her perky ass, and her bulge like a runty apple. My mouth was watering staring at her and my cock was rapidly stiffening.
Looking over her shoulder still bent she confidently said, “Come to my room, big guy. Andrew’s demise lies there.”
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“Remember. You can say no. Seriously.” Rachel was sitting on her bed, her shirt no longer bothering to cover anything. And I was supremely confused and anxious about how turned on I was and how much that I didn’t care that her bulge was less than flaccid inside her panties.
I was standing in front of her trying to hide my own growing lump and said, “Well, tell me what it is you want first and then we’ll see.”
Staring at my groin and my hands crossed on top of it, she looked up at me and laid out her plan of destruction, “Andrew is vividly insecure about his, like, size and body. And he was insanely jealous. He hated, absolutely hated that I lived with you, someone like you. He constantly accused me of cheating on him with you. Also, he and I haven’t had sex almost since the time I moved in with you. He claimed it was because of this or that but I knew it was because he felt insecure about your presence specifically. I made a remark about your body once and he absolutely lost it and we pretty much never touched each other after that.”
Rachel moved from the bed and to her dresser. With her back to me, she removed her shirt and slowly removed her panties. From her dresser, she pulled out a white tank top cut off at the middle and a lace, see-through, tiny thong and slowly pulled them on. I could feel my erection fighting against my shorts and hands as she did this. She turned to face me and her own penis was mostly flaccid and snug in her little thong completely filling it. She looked me up and down and her panties twitched and grew.
“I’m not asking you to fuck me. Or touch me. I just… I just want you to allow me to tease you a little bit on camera, your face won’t be in it. My plan is to like, sit on your lap, give you a lap dance, rub you through your shorts. Touch your dick a little with my hands just to show you off on camera. And maybe, if I can make you hard, put your dick in my mouth for a few seconds at the very, very most just to really drive him insane with sick jealousy. You see, you’re bigger than him, a lot bigger. Your body and that thing between your legs. I can tell even though you’re covering yourself. I’m bigger than him too and it really upset him. Also, you’re bigger than me, I can tell, and it would absolutely drive a stake through his heart.”
Rachel was sitting on the bed again and breathing deeply and a little quickly, excited for the plot. So excited that I don’t think she realized she was softly stroking herself over her thong while she was telling me her plan. And I was still trying to hide my engorged penis.
I cleared my throat and tried to think of something rational to say. “Ahem. So, like, he would know it was me in the photos/videos we take?”
Rachel smirked extremely coyly and spread her legs ever so slightly, springing like a pole, “Oh videos, huh? I was only thinking of pictures you naughty boy.”
Rachel spread her legs more and lightly touched herself on her shaft and lower and I couldn’t help but move my hands and let my full tent join the conversation.
“Fine. I’ll do it. So long as our faces aren’t in it then, sure. You can use me however. For you.” My voice was deep and assertive but behind the portrayal I was excited. Too excited. I wanted to feel Rachel’s body against mine and feel our skin make heat together.
Rachel snuck her hand under her panties and stroked her cock for a few seconds while staring at me and causing my cock to twitch in response. She suddenly got up and walked towards me and hugged me tightly, our cocks dancing with each other.
“Thank you. James. I know this will really destroy that piece of shit. And, hopefully, be at least a little fun for you. Definitely for me.” Rachel looked down and ran her finger down my full erection over my shorts causing me to twitch in response.
“Lie on the bed please.”
I did as she asked and watched her as she retrieved her phone. She bent with her legs straight and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the bottom dresser, taking her time in that position and looking at me. I moaned silently and rubbed my cock for her to see and she bit her lip.
Rachel then walked back to the bed and sat on her knees at my feet. “Are you wearing underwear?” She asked. I nodded and she proceeded to pull off my shorts taking care to brush my fully hard dick with her hands and wrists and she pulled them down and tossed them aside.
Rachel handed me her phone with the camera already open. I took her phone and felt Rachel’s hand wrap around my hardness through my boxers. She stroked me up and down a few times looking me in the face and I was struggling to recall when I had been more turned on. Rachel started her game plan while stroking me. “Uh, so I guess I don’t have to worry about you getting hard.” We kind of chuckled together through the slight awkwardness and Rachel stroked a little harder and faster which definitely helped me forget the tension.
“So, um, I figure we can start by taking a few pictures of me rubbing my ass on you through your underwear. We’ll get started that way.” Without waiting for a response, Rachel turned around straddled me backward, and began rubbing herself on me slowly. I watched as her taut flesh swelled and swallowed my dick and she would grip my phallus with her horny bottom each time her asshole reached the apex of her humping. She had pumped me a few times with her body before I remembered to take pictures.
I could definitely feel her own penis and testicles rubbing and melding against mine, but the scent of a harp and her lithe body teasing my cock was more than enough for me not to care. Or maybe even enjoy the added sensation.
Rachel did this for a while and at some point I put my hand on her bubbly ass and she responded by humping me faster and deeper and I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my throat. My cock finally spilled out of my boxers and our flesh was gasping for each other between pumps. When her asshole, protected only by the string of her thong, started kissing my cock during her humps I completely forgot about the pictures and just lay there humping her back feeling the warmth of her asshole trying to swallow me.
“Ah, fuck. Mmm, big guy. Uh, you’re taking pictures right?” I barely whispered ‘yes’ and she kind of panted and humped me harder, almost pushing the tip of me through the useless barrier of her fabric. I could feel my precum wetting her asshole through her thong driving me insane with lust.
Rachel slowed her pace and dismounted me, placing herself right between my legs. She laid her head down on my thigh and rubbed my cock. I was exposed by this point and Rachel softly rubbed my length with her palm while smiling wickedly. “I know you’re doing this as a favor for me, but uh, it seems like you’re liking this big guy.” Looking at my pulsing erection in her hand she gripped it a little and whispered, “Like a lot.”
Trying not to pant, I responded to her, “Um. So what do you want to do next?” I barely tried to hide the excitement in my voice. Truth is I was trying not to cum with Rachel’s head in my lap and her palm trying to convince my desperate penis to cum.
Rachel sat on her knees with her mouth just centimeters from where she was still rubbing me. She looked at me like she was waiting for something. I just stared at her and couldn’t stop my rapid breathing from betraying the cardinal lust building inside of me. Rachel’s breath was kissing the wet spot left by my precum and her thumbs were massaging the soft flesh under the head of my dick. She applied a small amount of lubricant making me slick and shiny and her hands like velvet on my flesh. When I uncontrollably humped up a little to match her rhythm that’s when she finally spoke, “Ok big guy. Take some pictures of me holding your cock like this. I may stroke you a few times to, uh, keep you hard…God you’re almost purple baby I wanna just – Ahem right so just some pictures of me working you with my hands so we can show how big you are.” I wasn’t really listening.
Rachel stroked me with relish and intimacy starting slowly taking her time to squeeze and mold her hands to my flesh. When she sped up and squeezed a little harder and pumped me vigorously my hips lifted in the air and I was humping her hands. Rachel put her lips against my pole and whispered, “Oh my god James I love stroking your cock I’d do terrible things to you if you wanted…” I was gripping the sheets and panting, Rachel’s lips were still pressed against my cock as she stroked with a passion I’ve never experienced and my orgasm was about to fucking erupt out of me as she squeezed and churned and tugged and whispered and I was thinking fuck I am going to cum–
“Um, James. Are you taking pictures?” The abrupt question and the cease of the holy handjob dropped like an anvil on my chest. I looked at my hands to see that I wasn’t even holding her phone and didn’t even know where it was. Rachel was sitting on her knees now, her beautiful face looking down with a smile and a wink, her fingers lightly teasing my twitching shaft.
“Umm. Yes. Yes indeed I just, ah, lost the phone at some point. I was about to tell you…” Rachel raised her eyebrows coyly and continued to lightly run her fingers over my sensitive, thoroughly edged penis, “You weren’t about to cum were you? I swear that when my lips were teasing your cock I felt something wanting to blow out of your beautiful penis. But I’m wrong, right? You’re not like, super turned on right now, right?” Rachel was smiling menacingly and started stroking me again waiting for me to reply. All I could do was stammer a response and try not to cum with her hand pumping up and down making desperate ‘cum for me sounds’.
Rachel smiled and giggled and said to forget it and that it was okay. She asked if it was ok to take off my boxers and I relented eagerly and enjoyed the view as she pulled them off of me. My budding orgasm was thankfully fading until she suddenly kissed my fully exposed shaft and then while looking at me licked all over my painfully erect flesh while rubbing my abdomen with her fingers.
I gasped and tightened my body while meeting her gaze fighting to keep my ecstasy at bay as her tongue circled my head. Rachel suddenly stopped and said she wanted to do the next part. Rachel straddled my hips facing me and I admit I was transfixed on her hardness trying to pierce her thin panties and the feeling of my happy dick disappearing under her soft horny ass boiled me. She moved her hips on me and put her hand under her thong and jerked her very hard dick while on top of me. I rubbed her thighs while she did and seriously considered just taking her cock in my hand to help her out when she began speaking.
“You mentioned videos so let’s do a little one. I want to kiss you from your neck down to your – your big fat cock that my ass is happily riding. And maybe a bit more, while you record. If that’s ok, big guy?”
I was breathless and responded by placing my hand on her hip, brushing her cock as I did so. My heart fell to my bladder as I did and Rachel gasped and looked at me intently and bit her lip.
“Oh fuck James. Ok. Start the camera.”
I did as asked and Rachel lowered her face to mine. She kissed my cheeks lightly. She brushed her lips against mine and softly licked my lips almost like a kiss before moving her mouth to my neck. Her full hardness was pressed against my cock and she humped me just like that for a few seconds while kissing my ears and neck. The feel of her lace covering her hard erection while grinding my cock was turning me on in an insane way and I was almost disappointed when her cock departed as she traveled downward.
Very quickly she kissed me from my chest down to my pubis and she grabbed hold of my stiff member and pumped me hard. Rachel then kissed and licked my shaft deeply and slowly. At times she was just making out with my cock, snaking her tongue wherever she wanted and taking in full kisses of my bare flesh, lapping up my skin like milk. She kept teasing more and more of my pulsing erection, taking more and more of my flesh into her mouth before, finally, she took my full girth in her mouth and blissfully used her tongue lips, and throat to stroke me. The warmth and wetness stroked me feverishly and I pulsed in her mouth.
Rachel stroked me with her jaw and throat for a few seconds taking me all the way down her throat. Not being able to stop myself I started pumping into her mouth before she suddenly stopped and softly started stroking me with her hand. My revere was violently broken and I looked up with an unhidden look of disappointment.
“Oh god, I’m sorry James I got carried away. I meant to just suck it a little bit…” I just gawked at the gorgeous woman whose face was breathing against my shiny saliva-soaked cock as she softly stroked me. I noticed she was jerking herself with a look of small panic on her face and I couldn’t help but get even more turned on.
“But can I keep going, baby? It’ll make the video sooo hot – I mean really make him jealous. If you don’t like it I can stop…” Rachel swallowed me whole again and looked up at me while she devoured me up and down, up and down with her saliva spilling from her mouth making me so slick inside her mouth. All I could do was tense my hips and whisper “Don’t stop.”
With her mouth still full she nodded and smiled and mouth stroked me aggressively. I was pumping her face again when she stopped suddenly and said, “Big guy, one thing, please. Don’t cum. I mean, I would love for you to cum for me right now. And honestly, if you do it’s ok I’ll just keep sucking you until you’re hard again, if you are ok with it. But try not to cum deep inside my slutty little mouth. I want this to last. For the video of course…”
OK.
Rachel sucked my cock like she was trying to change the color of my skin. A few times she removed her mouth just to pump me with both hands and look into the camera and tell it how much she loved my dick and how badly she wanted my cum and then she would go back to fully swallowing me and stroke my full length with her mouth like her jaw was glued to my erection.
More than once I had to tap her arm and she would remove my dick from her mouth and slowly stroke me or kiss my testicles and lick my shaft until she went back to making unholy sucking noises on my cock. Her mouth was burning warm and succulent and tight it felt like the best pussy I’ve ever felt was cruelly milking my cock for cum. Rachel circled my head with her tongue and then swallowed me whole and repeated like that, pumping me in between. She sucked and licked the hole of my penis while pumping me with both hands. She made out with the bottom of my head, licking vigorously and sucking every part of flesh with deep satisfying, sucking strokes.
Just when I didn’t think I would last any longer, Rachel tapped my arm back and raised her eyebrows with my cock still in the bottom of her throat. I quit the recording and she came up for air.
Wiping her mouth with a victorious grin and sitting between my legs, she gleamed, “Mm James. I’m sorry but I have to say. I fucking love sucking your dick. I almost came just by being turned on by it.” Rachel’s penis had come out of her thong at some point and was gently gliding along my shaft as she spoke to me. I could see our two poles mingling together, almost like they were hugging and I did absolutely nothing to stop it. She was hard to the point of busting and her precum left little streaks everywhere like a little flesh kiss. My heart was racing and pushing blood out of my organs and into my desperate stone-like cock.
We rubbed cocks together for a few seconds and then Rachel lay down on my chest, still humping our hard parts together and I humped back. I held her close and she kissed me lightly on my cheek and neck and whispered, “James, oh god I’m so horny. You’re so beautiful, thank you for doing this. There’s one more thing I want to do but – oh god you’re so hard against me you feel so good, ahh – I don’t know if you’ll be ok with it?” Rachel reached down with her hand and pumped both of our cocks at the same time and I grabbed and stretched her hot little ass and rubbed her hole while she did, lifting her slightly in the air. Rachel gasped and moaned as she pumped our cocks together. I put my mouth to her ear and softly asked, “What did you want to do babe? Please tell me quickly so we can just do it.” I pushed her hand away from our tangled dicks and replaced it with my own. She gasped and tensed, “Oooh that do that oh James fuck my cock is leaking on you baby I’m sorry…” I feverishly pumped us, pressed my lips to hers, and pushed our bodies together generating burning heat between us. I moved my body against hers as if I was inside of a woman’s cunt and acted as if I was fucking Rachel right there. Putting all of my passion into my touch and rubbing every part of her body doing whatever I could to bring us closer.
“Ooohh mmmy god. Ok. Ok. Big guy stop I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over you…”. I ignored her moaning and groaning mind fucked her harder and rubbed our tangled cocks harder. I pushed a finger in her asshole and manhandled this horny fucking girl. “Mmmmmuuhhhhmnnnnn Jaaammmeesss please please please stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna oh my god stop not yet not yet baby pleaasseeee….” I did stop, but not abruptly. Gradually and softly and still touching her to show I was still very very excited.
When her breathing slowed and her cock stopped twitching she planted a heavy kiss on my lips and pushed me on my back. She pulled off her panties, poured a little lube on us, and straddled me swallowing my elated dick with her soft perfect ass. Her panties were now gone and her free, shiny hard dick slightly bounced as she ground on top of me. Her cock would twitch in the air like a pole in the mighty wind every time her soaking asshole slid over my dick threatening to take me whole and I… succumbed.
In the middle of her grinding, she started to say something but I interrupted her by grabbing her by dick and lodging my very lubed penis right on her puckering, very lubed asshole. Immediately a portion of my cock entered her hole and using both of my hands to grab her hard flesh I used it like an anchor to rub her back and forth on top of me, pushing the tip of my cock inside her.
Rachel gasped and arched her back and reactively clamped her asshole and I returned her reaction by grinding harder and pumping faster. Rachel then sat down hard on my cock, pinning it to my pelvis with the tip of me still inside her. She slid on top of me with her asshole spread wide using it to smother my cock in soaking strokes of her very inviting fuck hole. We did that while staring at each other until Rachel closed her eyes and lifted her head and she grabbed both of my wrists with surprising strength.
“James oh my god I’m so fucking turned on I’ll do whatever you fucking want; tell me what you want…“
I grabbed Rachel and flipped her on her back. I placed myself between her knees and started kissing her neck and quickly traveled down her breasts. Her stomach. Her pubis…
“Baby what are you do…“
Her cock was hard and fleshy in my mouth and took up a lot of space. I didn’t really stop to think how I felt about it. I just sucked as hard as I could and as deep as I could. I stroked her while I did it and I took her cock as deep as I could manage all the while trying to maintain a good pace. Her gasps and moans filled the air along with the sucking sounds and she clawed my head with her nails. She started fucking my mouth and almost squealed when her almost full length traveled down my throat back to back to back again and again and again. I pushed her hips down to the bed and sucked her hard and furiously soaking her flesh with my eager drooling.
“Jamesssss if you don’t stop I’m going to – fuuuuuck you’re so good you’re so – he never – OH OH – big guy yes fuck suck my fucking cock you’re so fucking hot god damnit I always wanted you to touch me – fuuuckkkk I’ll be your little whore whenever you want baby fuck I’ll let you fuck me in my fucking sleep god suck me harder please please please please ooooh- unnnghh James you’re too goooood mmm I’m gonna – I’m going tooo oh FUCK I’m cum- “. Taking her cock out of my mouth and clamping hard with my hands I felt her orgasm come to a halt. Rachel started bucking in my hands and pleading.
“Oh no no let me cum! Baby lemme cum lemme cum I’ll do anything please please James. I’ll do anything!”
Stroking her soft and long I pushed the head of my dick against her slick asshole. Rachel bit her lip and aggressively rubbed her asshole against my invading flesh.
“Anything, babe?”
“Yes, big guy. Anything, please. Just let me cum.”
I stroked her faster and pushed my cock against her harder, threatening to just completely pop inside of her. Rachel started bucking and whining.
“Big guy big guy big guy fuck just…”.
“Yes? Just what babe?”
“JUST FUCK ME PLEASE JUST FUCK ME-“.
Together we pushed my cock inside of her and all pretense faded as I took her like an enraged animal.
Every pump into her made her squeal and she brought her knees to her head as I pounded and pounded. Every impact made her bounce and every stroke made her twitch and whine. Her asshole clung to me soooooo fucking tightly and warm and wet I went insane with kernel fucking lust and want and satisfaction. Her cock was like slick steel in my hands and I stroked her furiously as I filled her tiny gripping asshole.
Rachel came in a few seconds with choked-up sobbing sounds, her ejaculate so strong it splattered her face and neck, and chest, spilling all over my hands which made the stroking of her cock worse. She was still hard when I came about a minute later. Cumming like a hose inside of her.
We lay there, panting and smiling. We kissed and held each other and giggled and felt each other’s warmth in our feverish bodies. But there was a happy problem. I could feel Rachel’s hardness against my torso as I lay on top of her in all of our mess. And I was still hard inside of her. In fact, all of the cum and sweat and leaking pleasure was making it difficult not to hump into her. Her asshole was so goddamn slick and tiny and squeezing me again.
I kissed her fully and softly rocked my hips into her. Her warmth and softness were licking my flesh in her tiny hole and I was quickly getting irrationally turned on again when she said, “Baby…Wait. Wait. One more thing, please?” It took me a few seconds of pumping into her before I could finally convince myself to stop and I took myself out of her gulping asshole. We were sitting on our knees facing each other breathing hard. I stuck out my hand and stroked her slick and shiny erection while looking at her. She bit her lip and arched her back allowing me to pump her fully before I asked, “What do you want from me, Rachel?”
She panted a bit and humped my hand, “Lie on your stomach let me…let me rub you.” Not really thinking I did as she asked and Rachel lay next to me on her side. She snaked her tiny hand under me and rubbed my still achingly hard penis. She rubbed the back of my thighs and my ass and was scooting closer to me, her hardness humping my thigh.
Finally, she straddled my legs and rubbed my back, her cock going back and forth in the crevice of my buttocks. Her stiffness spread me gently. Gliding softly. Her grip on my cock tightened.
“Um. Oh, James. Lift…um lift your hips a little. So I can stroke you better.” My heart was beating like it was screaming. I knew. I knew what was happening.
I lifted my hips and her hand pumped me harder and fuller and her cock dug deeper into me.
Her cock pushed against my hole. Stroking me, humping me. The pressure on my asshole building, the defense breaking.
“Rachel…”
“Shh big guy. You can say no.”
And…
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