big butt

*This story was made for people 18 and up. Enjoy!!!*







The party was at Wayne state and it was live. Beer drugs everything. But out of the crowd I saw a girl.



She had nice big lips and beautiful eyes. A brownish caramel skin tone and had long hair reaching down to her lower back. On top of that she had a big massive bubble butt and nice size tits. I was slowly getting hard. Because I felt like I knew her from somewhere.



The booty shorts and tight tigers shirt she was wearing made me fall in love. Her boots were clicking against the marble floor as she walked closer.



I smiled and took a drink my someone made me. And in about teen seconds…. everything started to get blurry.



She made it to me and all I could see was shadows of people go by.



Darkness…..



I woke up in a room and my head was hurting. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was a drugged. My friends must have put me here as a joke. I still had on my clothes. Thank God but… where the heck am I.



I walked around and found out that I was in the girls locker room. The mist made it hard to see the floor even my hands. When I opened a door I heard singing and a shower running.



It was a girl of course… But a nude singing girl! I should have walked out but I didn’t. I slowly walked to the showers. There…. I saw her.



Well her back. Her nice back and big butt. It didn’t take long for me to get hard. My little head was thinking for my big head. But I couldn’t fuck her even if I wanted to; I was too messed up.



But damn. I bit my bottom lip at the thought of it. Me walking up behind her and touch her big bubble butt. And squeeze it till it pops.



Is it soft, hard, crusty, smooth, or muscular. I don’t know and i wouldn’t mind finding out.



I held my big dick and started to walk toward her. But like fate (a big fuck up) there was soap on the floor. I slipped and hit the floor with a bang…. My eyes went to the back of my head.



I could only remember her looking at me… Those big cat type eyes. I was happy I landed on my back. My dick would have broken in half if i didn’t.



I woke up and opened my eyes slowly. There I saw her and her beautiful pussy that had very little pubic hair.



“Are you okay?” And she started laughing with an evil yet sexy smile. Her spanish accent was more then lovely to me. And I knew that it was only a matter of time before she sees my dick in full form.



“You finally woke up”, she said as I was getting use too her voice. I barely understood her!



She rubbed her pussy and I watched as she played with it putting her fingers in and out. She pulled out something that was attached to a string. It was five small pink vibrating balls! She threw it to the side.



Then she smiled at me, and through her heavy breaths she said, “You were out for a while, I had to to something to pass the time. Besides it made it wet for you.”



“So you”- I started to say but she put her finger that she rubbed her pussy with on my lips.



“Lick this, You’ll wake up.” She said with a giggle, yet I knew she was serious. “It’s like caffeine.”



Like a good boy I put her fingers in my mouth. Realizing that it taste like some type of candy. I made sure that my fat tongue went in between each finger. I was saving the taste for later knowing that I will soon have a mouth full of this sweet liquid one way or another.



She fingered her pussy some more as she watched me carefully like a hawk. Her eyes closed as she put the juiced up hand in my mouth. I happily tasted it like a baby taking milk.



“Damn,” she moaned and moved her hands away, “You don’t talk a lot do you.”



“How could I talk,” for my husky body type I was out of shape and out of energy, “Your fingers taste so… Good.”



She pushed me away and on to the wet ground. And she said, “You like that sweet pussy juice, huh. You nasty fucker.” She paused, “You want some in your mouth.”



Like a boy scout I said, “Yes.”



Then turned her ass toward me and she said, “Breath in.”



Then sat down on my face. Cumming automatically making all of her clear sweet juices go down my throat.



I started to eat her out with every bit of energy that managed to show up. Knowing that I tasted this pussy before. She moaned and continued to cum. I grabbed her ass and made her pussy go deeper in my mouth. I sucked it so hard that i just couldn’t stop.



Her ass hole was rubbing against my nose. Her pubic hair was on my chin. Which was ok by me. And her pussy was so tight that I couldn’t put my whole tongue in there.



Still moaning she unzipped my fly and took out my rock hard big dick and said, “Wow your Dick has gotten bigger papi. I haven’t had sex in a while.” She turned around and bit her bottom lip, “So this should be good. And you have some big vains too.”



I kissed and licked her tight pussy one more time. I was about to tell her how I haven’t jack off or had sex in a while too. So my balls were full of cum.



She was right it was was big and vainy. The top half was bigger then the bottom so it looked like a bat. My balls hung gracefully in between my thighs. Even time I ran it would slap against my thighs repeatedly.



But she beat me to the punch when she licked around the head of my dick. Kissed it and put her mouth on it and slowly went down. Tightening her lips hitting every vain. When six inches were in her mouth she slowly went up and down making sure I didn’t cum fast.



I wondered way she stopped going down. Maybe her throat was tight like her pussy. Or that this was her first time. But the conclusion was that she only took 6 of 10 inches.



Two minutes pasted and I was about to cum but she stopped and cried, “You were about to cum in my mouth!” She put her long wet tongue and ran it over my balls. “Weren’t you?”



I shook her massive butt cheeks up and down for yes. And moaned through her pussy, “I’m sorry.”



She started rubbing my balls and said, “Shut up I know I’m good at it papi. But I wont let you fuck me, or cum.”



I got mad and started to push her off me. But she press her pussy and ass hole harder onto my face and I couldn’t breath.



“Lick my ass hole clean and maybe I’ll let you fuck me there… Anal.” She said moaning.



Pre cum was cumming out my Dick and I could not think straight. But I made a choice.



I put her on her back. She smiled lifted up her legs and said, “Good papi. And don’t worry its clean”



“Then why am I cleaning it?!” I asked.



“Because I told you to,” she said, “Tonight your mine. So start licking…”



I smacked her ass five times as hard as I could. She yelled and moaned letting me know that me hitting her right there not only hurt…. But made her more horny too.



“Yeah I’m a bad girl.” She laughed. “Punish this bad girl papi.”



I smiled put my head closer to her ass. She spread her cheeks apart and I saw her ass hole. It was pretty.



The color of it was pink and brown. Cum from her pussy ran down to it and some soap leftovers were still around it. But the truth was that i would love to eat ass!



I licked it without a second thought. I moaned at how good it felt to smell her pussy and have her messaging my head.



Some say an asshole taste like pennies. Others say it will taste like you-know-what.



But her asshole taste was… I don’t know… tangy. It was more like a peeled grape. Only this grape was swollen and pulsing.



I have to say that I didn’t enjoy licking her ass hole as much as I did licking her pussy. But soon more of her juices came down to her ass hole and I loved it!



I was ready to fuck her. I didn’t care what she said. I don’t have a condom so I’ll just go with out it.



I got up on top of her and i kissed her and that transferred to a make out.



Our tongues touched and ran over one another. He big lips nearly took mine away with every suck and kiss.



Of course. Even though I wanted to do it… There was also another plan.



She probably thought that I was rubbing her ass hole with my fingers. Not knowing that I was just lining up my dick for the big moment.



I stopped and looked into her eyes and slowly put the head in. It went in easy. But she looked worried.



“Aye papi… Oooohhhh,” Knowing what I was about to do. She moaned as her face turned red as the rest had some difficulty fitting in.



“Don’t do it papi!” She pleaded, “At least take off your pants first right! You don’t-”



I put my finger in her sweet pink pussy and moved it around. My thumb was rubbing around the rim of her ass, and my dick.



I took out my finger that was soaked and put it in her mouth. She sucked on it like it was a lolly pop; much like she did my dick.



My dick was trying to jump up and down with horny excitement. But because of the tight surroundings it couldn’t.



I smiled and said simply, “No.”



I forced it in her tight ass hole. The softest popping sound of her booty getting stretched made me push it all it. This in turn made her cum so hard that her cum was landing on my stomach; she was a very strong squirter.



I could feel it. Her ass hole tighten around my ten inch dick. Her hormones racing.



I moaned like a little bitch and pulled my dick half way out. And pushed it back in. With every thrust her ass started to turn red. Her tits were moving around so much that I thought it would be best to put one in my mouth. I did!



It was a mouth full and I sucked on them like there was no tomorrow. I moaned again as she yelled my name. Making my ears ring and head hurt.



There was now a beat to it. I would lick her neck and stay in her for five seconds while rubbing her pussy lips. She would grab my ass and squeeze it telling me to fuck her.



Twenty six thrust later I yelled. “I’m about to cum!” And I started to pull out.



She quickly grabbed my ass like normal and forced me back in. I screamed. She bit my ear.



And I thrust my big dick in her ass hole two more times. Before my feet curled.. my mouth opened as I grunted, “Oh shit!”



I shot my load in side of her, stream after stream came out. And because of my size it wasn’t leaving. “Shit papi… Aye you fuck good. I wouldn’t have drunk all that cum!” She screamed and I made her take three fingers in her pussy. “I’m cumming with you!”



I was still cumming even after one minute pasted. I felt happy when my Dick wasn’t as hard. But sad when I started to pull out and noticed all the cum coming out her now open asshole.



When the whole thing was out she licked her juicy lips looking sexy as eve. With one hand she rubbed around her red open asshole and with the other hand she rubbed her nipple.



I helped her clean up after that.



Cleaning up her cum infested ass hole wasn’t easy. But her singing, ‘my hips don’t lie.’ Kelp my hands moving.



I kissed her and with so much love in my heart that I started to blush. As we were kissing I put my whole hand in between her cheeks and rubbed her pussy again.



Needless to say she came and she was thankful… so she gave me head.



So in the end I came twice and she came like eleven times!



We both sat down on the ground next to the door. And fully dress no less. “What’s your name?”



She laughed and said, “You just fucked me raw and you don’t know my name,” she paused and put her hand on my ear and said, “It’s Roxiana Lopez but my friends call me Roxy.”



“It’s nice to met you Roxy my name is Clay.” I said and she got up slowly… To slow. “What’s wrong?”



“You fucked my ass ruff making me cum.” She laughed and i watched as she walked over to her purse, “What do you think is wrong? My ass hurts papi.”



I laughed and rubbed my dick, “Yeah well my dick hurts. Maybe your ass was too tight.”



“Umm….. Give me your number.” She asked. And i did. Happy and yet sad that I didn’t ask. “You are so lucky.”



“How so?”



“The door is open.” She walked over to it and pushed. HOW THE HELL DID I NOT TRY THAT, “You never liked trying to open doors. And if you did you wouldn’t have fucked me.”



The hallway was dark and I followed her not knowing were I was going. I was secretly scared of the dark. So I was close to her.



We made it out at 2am. The dim skies of Detroit and the lack of street lights made it hard to find my dads car.



“Hey?” I turned to her. She was wearing my coat. Her eyes made her look sad like she was disappointed that I was lost. “You want to come in for a night cap and stay the night? Maybe I’ll give you more caffeine.”



“Yeah I can’t wait. I love coffee with a side of pussy juice.” we laughed as I pulled her close.



Not knowing that in this happy moment, that here was a force at work. I never knew what it felt like to be in love. And if this is Gods plan… I would be a fool to question it.



To be continued. . . . .

Rick and Carol went to high school together and were really close friends. But nothing ever happened romantically… tonight would be decidedly different.



It was after midnight on a Friday night… so really it was early Saturday morning. And I found myself wandering the aisles of the local 24 hour Safeway grocery store. I was on a mission, but I kept getting distracted by things I normally looked for when shopping for groceries; meat, soda, candy. It didn’t help that my goal wasn’t where I thought it normally should be.



I was on the hunt for condoms. A friend from high school, Carol, had come to town for the weekend. She sent me a simple text message yesterday “Hey Rick, we need to go out.” We went out to a bar together, had a few drinks. One thing had led to another and she’d asked me to come back to her hotel room. Knowing I didn’t have any condoms and wondering where, precisely, this night was going I just came out and asked her “Are we going to fuck?”



We’d never had sex or anything like that before. Carol and I were really great friends in high school who have lost track of each other over the last four years. But we were always very open with each other as friends, and we had really talked about a lot during dinner and at the bar. So I felt pretty comfortable asking her such a straightforward question and Carol gave me a straightforward answer in return; “You bet your ass we are.” Then she kissed me. Maybe it was the alcohol talking for both of us.



So, I let her know of my situation and she decided it would be a good idea to go get some. When I got out of the car she only said one thing “I’m allergic to latex.” I knew what that meant and it didn’t make me happy. In my somewhat limited experience I’ve found that non-latex condoms can sometimes be hard to find. Seems like a store only sells one brand, and if they are sold out… you have to look elsewhere.



I felt pretty confident we’d be ok, if I could just find where the condoms were located. Normally they are in the pharmacy section, but they weren’t there. The next most likely spot is what I’ve seen many store refer to as the “Family Planning” section. They weren’t there either. Finally I located them with the soaps and shampoos. What they’re doing there I don’t know, but I was very happy to have finally located them. Seeing them made me think of putting one on, which made me think of getting inside Carol… of seeing her naked body and having my way with it.. and that got my dick hard again.



Their selection was surprisingly large, I actually had a few choices for the non-latex variety. I found what I had been hoping they’d have, Lifestyles Skyn Large. I’m not a porn star or a huge dude, but my dick is pretty big, 8 inches long and pretty thick. When I’d first started having sex I had used the regular sized condoms and they had been pretty uncomfortable. I had done a little research and decided I needed to use the larger size. Depending on the brand they tended to be meant for guys that were 7-8 inches long. Having had two steady girlfriends in the past I had settled into a preference for Trojan Magnums. Unfortunately they were made from latex, which left me with the Lifestyle brand. They’d do in a pinch, but they too felt a little uncomfortable from time to time if I was really aroused. Like I am… right now. Recently I had noticed that Lifestyle started making a slightly larger size of non-latex.



I picked up a box of three at first, then decided to get the 6, because what if we spent tomorrow together? Wouldn’t that be exciting? I could always save them for later anyway. I wiped the smile off my face and picked up a few seemingly innocuous items from around the store. I always felt like I had to get more than just condoms, especially late at night, as if the people checking me out were judging me. Part of me thought, “So what if they are judging you? You’re about to go have sex, let them be jealous!” But another, shyer part of me thought “They think you’re a sex pervert.”



So, I tried to seem casual as I walked up to the sole check-out aisle with my soda, candy, ice cream, bread… and a box of condoms. I was especially dismayed to see the lone customer service representative was a really pretty girl. I did a double take when I first saw her. Five foot five, fit looking, a very impressive looking chest, beautiful blonde hair and a very pretty face. She looked to be anywhere between 18-25. I read her nametag and noted it said “Lois.” Lois was reading a magazine and didn’t look up fully until my items had found their way to the scanner. She said “Hello” and then started running everything through the scanner and putting them in bags.



Looking closer I could tell she was tired, I also noticed a book bag at her feet with the logo for the University of Maryland on it. I figured she must be working to help pay the bills at school, and had to work the night shift out of necessity. Just as I wondered this the condoms came up to the scanner.



I froze, embarrassed that I had been checking her out and now she had her hand on my condoms. She picked them up, ran them through the scanner, and then for the first time glanced at me with just the hint of a smirk on her face. Only for the briefest of moments. I did my best to stay stone faced as she quickly looked away, pretending I didn’t even notice her look at me.



I could tell as she placed them in a bag she was still thinking about me, everything else she had put away without thinking, just like she had put tens of thousands of other items into bags before. She seemed to hesitate a little as she put them in the bag. Maybe this was the first customer she had checked out who had bought condoms? Or maybe the first one who had bought the large variety? No, that can’t be right. I decided I was being ridiculous, my hormones were getting the best of me, making me think I was gods gift…



We finished the transaction without incident, my receipt printed out, Lois grabbed it and wrote a quick note, then handed it to me. I said something like “Have a nice night” and glanced over her body one more time before turning and exiting. I found Carol in the car and deflected her question about what took so long and why I got so many items. As she pulled away she put her hand on my thigh just as I looked at the receipt. Curiously, the handwritten note on the back that simply said “@Lois1234″. I shrugged, folded the receipt and put it in my wallet, refocusing my attention on Carol and what she was doing with her hand.



Carol started the engine and ran her hand up my thigh and brushed it against my crotch. Between thinking about sex on the way over here, and thinking about sex while looking at the condoms, I had been hard for a long time. But I definitely got a little harder and more excited as Carol gripped my crotch for a few moments before driving out of the parking lot and heading down the highway towards her hotel. I gazed at her as she drove, taking the time again to examine her body, her hair, her pretty face. I’d always thought she was pretty, but the slight maturing she had done since we graduated made her even more beautiful. Her form was stunning, at least from this angle.



Carol was thin as she had always been, but it seemed like she had added a few pounds of muscle of the years, which evened out her form a little. Personally, my favorite part of a womans body is her chest. I prefer big boobs. Not extremely big, but I do like big breasts. Carols had never been that and they weren’t now. But they were plenty and they fit the rest of her figure perfectly. If I had to guess I’d say she was a C, which on her somewhat slim figure looked really good. Awesome really.



I noticed as we were driving that Carol didn’t seem to be going towards her hotel room. She had told me earlier that it was in Silver Spring, but we were heading away, towards Columbia. Which is where we went to school. I assumed she wanted to take a look at the old high school. I saw it every now and then, but Carol probably hadn’t seen it in a long time.



My suspicions were confirmed as we drove into the empty parking lot and stopped the car on the farthest edge. The campus was lit up by security lights that flooded everything; we could see all the main buildings and the track, the distant football field. The parking lot itself was less well lit, and where we were was near a large group of trees and essentially in darkness. Being out of the lights meant we could see the school, but we didn’t have anything amounting to high powered security lights anywhere near us.



Carol opened up her door and got out, so I did too. The air was a nice temperature. May in Maryland can have some pretty warm days, but the nights tend to be a nice mild temperature. Carol walked in front of the vehicle, a Chevy Tahoe, and just looked at our old high school, James Madison. After a couple minutes she said, “It looks the same.”



“Yea, pretty much. They’ve renovated one or two buildings and painted things here and there, but mostly its the same. We’re the ones who have changed so much.”



Carol looked at me. “We have. I use to think I knew it all back then, even as far back as being a freshman I thought I knew it all. I thought I had all the time in the world too.”



“Well, you do. I mean we’re still so young. We can do anything we want to do.”



Carol looked back at the school for a second and said, “We sure can. Rick, how come we never dated or anything in high school? I mean, I thought the world of you…”



“I don’t know. I use to have some very… um… romantic feelings for you sometimes. It just never seemed like there was a good time. I always felt like a lot of our friends were watching us, waiting, expecting us to get together or something. Judging us. Made it awkward to even do a little friendly flirting. Which of course we did, but there never seemed to be a good moment to try and test the waters for something more serious. Or meaningful.”



“You think people were judging us?”



“Oh yea, definitely me anyway. Whenever a school thing would come around like prom, or homecoming or whatever, a lot of our guy friends would pressure me to ask you out. Some of the girls, like Jenny, would see us do something a little flirty and would start asking me if I liked you or if we wanted to date. Jenny would ask me if I wanted her to talk to you for me, see if you liked me, stuff like that. It was a lot of pressure sometimes. And it made me kinda, pull back from the whole idea, just because it seemed like there was so much interest in the whole subject.”



“Yea, I guess you’re right. I did experience that kind of thing. When those types of things would come up, some of the girls would ask me why you hadn’t asked me or if we had ever kissed or anything. Now that we’re away from all that pressure we are separated. But I think we can test the waters some…”



Carol walked to the back of the big SUV. She had backed the truck in, so the front end where we were was facing the school, and the tailgate was up against the small forest of trees. I saw her open the tailgate and climb into the back. This… was unexpected. Like many things about this evening. But I was excited to see where we’d go.



I met her at the back and saw her putting down the second row of seats, so that the storage area was effectively doubled in size. Carol lay down in the back and put her head near the back of her driver seat. I took off my shoes and placed them in under the tailgate and climbed in. I laid down next to Carol and put my right arm under my head, forming a little pillow for myself. Carol sighed, “It feels nice being here with you Rick, it feels right.”



She rolled over and put her head on my chest, wrapping her right arm gently around my waist. After a few seconds she lifted her head and looked at me, “Your heart is racing!” She smiled. “Little excited about something?”



“Well… like I said. I’ve had some uh… more or less romantic thoughts about you in the past.”



Carol kept smiling, “Oh? Only in the past?” She leaned down and kissed me lightly. We kissed a little more. I put my arms around her back and pulled her a little closer. It felt so right. We kissed deeper and opened our mouths, breathing heavier as our mutual excitement grew. Carol rolled completely on top of me, her chest pressing against me. I wrapped my around around her again and slid one hand down her back, resting it on her butt. Which, now that I was getting acquainted with felt really good. Carol was slim, and had been really slim in high school, but it seemed the intervening years had added a little extra to her rear and it felt awesome. My dick throbbed as I pictured grabbing her naked flesh.



Carol looked at me and smiled again, she rolled off me, “geez, seems like something is poking me….” she looked down at my crotch to my visibly tented pants. She placed her hand over my crotch and leaned in for another kiss. Somehow the connection of her grabbing me and kissing me felt ten times better than one or the other by itself. I touched her face and pressed in for a deeper kiss.



Carol sat up again and undid my belt. I didn’t know what she had planned exactly. I’d never done anything remotely sexual in such a public place, but I didn’t want to break the mood by interjecting. Carol unzipped me and I helped her pull them down to my feet by lifting up a little. She sat staring at my red underwear, my penis straining against it as if making up her mind. She grabbed the elastic and yanked them down to my knees, gasping a little when my cock bounced free.



I stared at her, speechless. My hormones were racing and my heart was pounding. She leaned down and kissed the head of my penis. Then came back up. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so… substantial.”



“I’m happy to have surprised you.”



Carol leaned back down and grabbed the shaft of my fully aroused dick with one hand and lowered her mouth onto it. God it felt so good. I placed my right hand on her back and moved my left under my head, providing comfort from the floor of the car and also allowing me to lift my head a little and look at Carol. It was dark, everything was shrouded in shadow… but I liked what little I could see.



Carol spent a little time with just the head in her mouth, licking it, kissing it, sucking it, bouncing up and down a little on it. Then, slowly she started to take me a little deeper. I moaned and told her how I felt, “That feels incredible.”



She kept going for a few minutes, then sat up, a little breathless. “Rick, you’re so big and your dick is on fire.” It’s true, my heartbeat was really up there and I could feel the temperature in my penis felt like it had skyrocketed since she put her mouth on me. She sat staring at me, her hand still on my dick and jerking up and down. That felt amazing to. I struggled to speak.



“Sorry, it just feels really good.”



“Don’t apologize, it feels amazing in my mouth.” Hearing her say that it was amazing to have my dick in her mouth made me feel really good, special even. All of this felt pretty special; her saying “amazing” made me think she felt the same way. Carol reached down to her waist and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she pulled her skirt off and stashed them both somewhere close. She crawled back to me on her hands and knees. Damn, she looked amazing. She was wearing a black bra and panties. Her body looked delicious. My opinion of her might have been elevated by the hormones racing through me, but she looked tremendous. Slim, but with curves in the right places. A slightly wider waist then she’d had in high school, her butt filling out her underwear fabulously, and her breasts dangling down towards me as she leaned in and kissed my forehead. She took of her bra, I couldn’t help myself as I sat up and placed my hands on her breasts. They were gorgeous and her tight nipples felt great in my hands.



Carol laughed and shoved me back down, lowering her mouth back down on my throbbing dick. This time she placed herself so that her butt was pointing up towards my face as her mouth moved up on and down. I cried out as she increased her tempo and I gave her butt a little spanking. She moaned at the tap I had given her, she grabbed onto my shaft with one hand and my balls with the other, moving her hand up and down with her mouth.



I shouted now, “oh my god, that feels incredible,” I was breathing really heavy now. Carol sat up again, “I love doing that to you, Rick. I’ll do it more later, believe me.”



I breathed out heavily, thinking that this was it for now and we’d get in the car and drive away. Instead, Carol slid her panties off her legs and straddled me. She laughed at my surprised look and kissed me deep, guiding the head of my penis into her. She repeated the process she’d done when she first started sucking on my dick, taking only the head inside her and then working her way down slowly. She felt tight.



When she felt comfortable Carol started moving her body up and down on me, her breasts in my face, allowing me to lick her tits a little. I said, “I’m not wearing a condom.”



She grimaced a little as she pushed her body all the way down my long shaft, then smiled, “I know baby, but god damn, you feel so good. Just don’t cum okay? Let me know if you can’t hold back.”



I said okay as she increased her pace of fucking me. It felt incredible. Sweat broke out all over both of us. I grabbed her back and pulled her close to me, kissing her deeply; I took over control a little and powered my dick into her, she moaned. Then she sat up and continued to ride me, I grabbed her breasts and fondled them. Carol grinding her body against me, hard.



Everything felt so incredible, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I was going to cum, and cum big. Breathing heavily I said, “Carol, I’m gonna need to cum soon.” She shouted and said, “god, ok baby, can you hold on a little longer. I’m almost there I promise. Please.”



I said OK and tried to think about something other than exploding inside of her. I wanted to cum of course, needed to release my orgasm. But another part of me wanted to cum inside her, sans condom, and release my seed into her. Call it being an asshole, call it some kind of primal need, but thats what part of me wanted. I was doing my best to ignore it. But the feeling was there.



Carol was slamming herself up and down on me now, grabbing onto my shoulders and squeezing tightly. “Damn your dick feels so big, I’m gonna cum Rick, I’m gonna cum right now, OK?”



She looked at me, a little sweat glistening on her face, her eyes pleading with me to hold on. She kissed me and said, “Can you hold on while I cum baby? Your dick feels so good and I don’t want to ruin it right now with a condom.”



“I’ll try ok, I’ll pull out if I feel like I can’t… you feel really amazing.”



She laughed, smiled, and immediately went back to riding the hell out of me. Two minutes later, it happened. I could feel it building in her, her breathing got very erratic and her insides were clenching me like I’d never felt before. She bit her lip and looked into my eyes, then said, “I’m cumming!” She yelled incoherently and her face contorted. She may have moaned/screamed my name a few times. I was a little preoccupied trying to not explode inside her as I felt her pleasure burst all around me. I felt a very strong biological urge to cum inside her and shoot my load of sperm deep into her body, but I held back. I grabbed her hips as hard as I could and waited for her to finish.



It felt like forever to me, as I desperately held onto her hips fighting his my own orgasm, but eventually Carol slowed and took my penis out of her, rested her head on my chest and breathing deeply. Trying to catch her breath she said, “Rick, seriously, that was um… really good. Thank you.”



I smiled and said, “No problem. You felt pretty awesome yourself.” I breathed out, the incredible urge to cum subsiding somewhat now that I was no long inside Carol and being ridden so hard.

Episode 2: “Freakybutt!”



by Phantasy_Star © 2012



“God damn, girl. Hold still, will ya?” Nicole grunted through sneering, pierced lips. “Don’t be such a friggin’ baby. It’s just a tattoo.”



She squinted exactingly as she repositioned the needle, and then resumed tracing the stencil on her roommate’s forearm.



Her plump bottom tensed under her shorts as she squirmed in her seat. She squeamishly watched the ink seep into her pale flesh. The pinpricks trailing down her forearm were tolerable, but every so often she couldn’t help but wince or jerk a little.



“I’m sorry,” Jenney responded weakly over the din of hardcore blaring out of the stereo. It was moments like these that she had difficulty curbing her impulse to apologize.



“You sure say sorry a lot,” Nicole said with a probing smirk.



“Sorry. Uh, I try not to. It just slips out sometimes,” Jenney said, averting her gaze.



“Mm kay. Whatever,” Nicole concluded, tapping the needle a few times before wiping an antiseptic cloth over Jenney’s nascent body art. “Looks like we’re done. Take a look.”



Jenney stood up, fixing her dense specs over her cupie-doll nose, and then looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes suddenly widened. Immediately she fell in love with the intricately rendered sci-fi wires and microchip designs running down her arm.



“Oh my God, it’s awesome, Nicole!” she shouted, her face aglow.



“No prob,” her roommate said as she walked over to the sink and washed her hands. “Looks pretty good on you. Perfect for a nerd, huh? I’ll just make sure to give you a few shots of whiskey next time so you’re not so jumpy.”



“Haha, maybe,” Jenney replied distractedly, still smilingly admiring the patterns flowing across her reddened skin.



Nicole handed her some sanitary napkins and mercifully turned the stereo down to a less abrasive volume. Jenney looked down at her friend, admiring her lithe body as she crouched over her backpack, placing her equipment away.



Bear in mind, Nicole was not a typical teen beauty. Although her skin was quite clear and even-toned, it was also a sallow, bloodless complexion. Further, her teeth were slightly crooked; her clothing was crumpled and drab; Her nose hook-shaped; a labret piercing ran through her prominent underbite; her unkempt eyebrows were similarly adorned with metal studs; her eyes dull and prematurely sunken.



Yet somehow, the sum of these parts—the full picture, complete with her defiant attitude—remained an alluring one, at least in Jenney’s arguably distorted perception.



Jenney’s eyes suddenly fixated on a detail she hadn’t noticed before. The tattoo on Nicole’s lower back, exposed through the small smooth space between her black sleeveless and her shorts. She found it surprising.



“Um. Does that say what I think it says?” Jenney asked, trying not to sound too interested. She looked at it again. In plain typewriter-styled letters it read, “PROPERTY OF”.



“What? Oh, yeah. I got that so that when one day when I find out who I belong to, I can have their name placed at the end,” Nicole said matter-of-factly as she stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips.



“Oh, wow,” Jenney said, flashing back to the feeling of being “owned” and anally trained over Summer vacation by that mysterious dark goddess at the gym.



Part of her wanted to brag about that wild experience. Perhaps it would impress her tough and seemingly unshockable new college friend. But she didn’t know her well enough yet, and couldn’t risk the awkwardness if her story fell flat. So she merely chuckled with affected naiveté, and added, “that’s interesting.”



“Think so?” Nicole said, turning on the elevated heels of her steel-toed boots and walking over to the window to light a cigarette.



“Kinda,” Jenney said, feeling another sting shoot through her arm. “I mean, that’s pretty cool, knowing what you want, right?”



“Mm. We’ll see. It’ll only be cool if I find someone cool enough to make it cool,” Nicole said, blowing a puff of smoke out of the window. She ran her fingers through her thick bird’s nest of short black hair, feeling the shaved sides of her head.



“So, what about you?”



“Me?” Jenney said, pausing in her seat tensely.



“Yeah, you. I noticed something got mixed up in my laundry and I figured it was yours,” Nicole said, turning her head in profile to look at Jenney with her mischievous brown eyes.



Jenney’s heart skipped a beat. “Uhh, what do you mean?”



In a dorm room that small, laundry mixups were both common and informative. For instance, Nicole’s pert breasts, taken at face value, appeared a size larger than the rest of her slight figure would suggest—and this effect, Jenney soon discovered, was mostly attributable to heavily-padded push up bras.



But there was little shame such a normal detail. By contrast, The prying tone of Nicole’s smoke-rasped voice indicated to Jenney that she’d found something abnormal. “This yours?” she asked, her smirk returning as she walked over to her laundry bag. Rifling through it, she retrieved a familiar sight.



The harness.



Jenney’s face went rose-red.



Wrought of thick constricting leather and adjustable metal bands, Its design was devilishly concise. The elaborate and rigid weavings that bound it curved in such a way that one could wear it under loose-fitting clothing without drawing attention.



If that were all there was to it, Jenney might try to explain it away as a curiosity. However, the large black butt plug saddled on the interior of the device was its most incriminating aspect, as well as its literal centerpiece.



She swiftly felt a combined rush of embarrassment and irritation as she saw how vividly her roommate was deriving enjoyment from unearthing this dirty little secret. At first she attempted to shrug it off. “Oh, whoa Nicole, what is that anyway? Haha! That looks really weird, where’d you find that?”



Taking a step closer, Nicole’s voice suddenly became hushed. “On the floor. In front of your bed.”



Grinning a devious grin, she waved the dark heavy harness in her hand. “It’s pretty heavy duty, Jenney. A lock? Kinda medieval,” she said with perverse amusement as she noticed the latch and keyhole in the front.



Her mocking tone grated on Jenney, and she felt frustration mount. “Okay okay, it’s nothing special. Just give it back, please,” she replied, trying her best to sound assertive as she trembled. Nicole simply dangled the harness teasingly, looking at it again curiously, then stifling explosive laughter as she took a second look at the thick plug sitting in the middle of it.



“Make me,” she whispered.



“What?!” Jenney squeaked, feeling helpless. “Please, Nicole, can you just give it back? It’s not your business, okay?”



“Make me,” Nicole said quietly again, staring Jenney dead in the eyes.



“Give it back!” Jenney yelled, clumsily lunging towards her with her hands outstretched. Nicole effortlessly ducked under her flailing arms and shoved her to the floor with a startling amount of force. She landed on her hands and knees with a painful thud. Jenney recognized in this moment that this girl was tougher than her, despite being smaller.



“Well, at least you got some spunk. You totally left yourself open though, Jenney. I could have knocked your lights out right there, but thankfully you’re too cute for me to do that,” Nicole said as she walked over Jenney, her boots resting on either side of the girl’s heaving, flushed chest.



Jenney looked up at her, defeated. “Please, Nicole. Please just give it back, and don’t tell anyone,” she begged, her glasses magnifying the tears beginning to form in her hazel eyes.



“Ew, gross. I can tell you’ve been using it, too. It smells like ass,” Nicole said, sniffing the air dramatically as she ignored her pleas. Slinging the belt over her shoulder, she looked down at her roomie and snickered brattishly. “So…Jenney,” she said with something wild glimmering in her eye,



“Ya like big black things up your butt, huh?”



The girl paused on the floor, speechless and ashamed, feeling as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.



“Well anyway, you won’t get it back until I see you with it on,” Nicole asserted, tapping her heavy boots on the carpeted floor next to Jenney. The helpless girl felt the residual sting her new tattoo swell on her forearm again, seeming to almost react to this dreadful new scenario.



“Oh my God, Nicole!” Jenney let out. “I really, I can’t do that! I, it’s not, uh, it’s not what you think it is,” she stammered as her toes scrunched inside of her red Converse. She tried shutting her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream, but the voice above her persisted.



“Whatever, it’s your choice. You either put it on, or it’s mine. I dunno what I’d do with it, maybe I can sell it online. Actually, I bet there are some fetish pervs out there who’d love to buy this thing, especially if I told ‘em a teenage girl used to own it,” she said, walking a few inches towards the door.



There was no way she could allow her harness to be taken away this easily. She had grown so attached to it over the past few months, both mentally and physically. It would be the ultimate disrespect to Ms. Adara to let it slip away at the hands of this nosy brat! she thought to herself guiltily.



“Wait, no!” Jenney cried out, turning over on her stomach, making sure to avoid touching her tender arm to the floor. “Wait…”



Nicole turned, placing a hand on her thin hips and looking back at the groveling girl on her floor.



“I…I’ll do it.”



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Jitters seized her as she stood alone in the bathroom. Her jeans and underwear down around her ankles, her sex was already oozing its thick dew to her own chagrin. One thing she was quickly realizing about herself was that in some subtle way, she clearly sent out signals that attracted these kinds of people to her. The tingle deep in her crotch confirmed that there was little she could do to avoid it.



“Don’t come in, okay?” she pleaded through the flimsy wooden bathroom door. There was a taped-up hole where a doorknob used to be. The dorm facilities and maintenance were, to say the least, bare-bones.



“Uh huh, whatever. I just want to see you wear it. It’s not like I have the hots for you or anything,” she heard mutedly.



She bent forward slightly. Whimpering, her slippery little index finger pressed up against her young sphincter. With hesitant twiddles, she began to smear the lube around her rim, and then spiraled her digit upwards, slipping past her taut anal ring. She gritted her teeth.



Feeling resistance, she grunted and pushed harder, finally sliding it all the way up into her warm rectum. Nicole merely stood by the windowsill, gaze averted. She seemed more interested in smoking and passively watching the ant-farm traffic of college students moving across the lawn.



For a moment, the new intrusion of her finger made Jenney feel like she needed to shit. It was a familiar consequence to her by now, but this particular situation made her feel especially vulnerable. “Almost done…please don’t come in,” she repeated again nervously.



“Yeah. Whatever,” was all she faintly heard in response.



Her rear hole properly lubricated, she slipped her harness up around her legs and up to her hips and tightened the straps, huffing as the macochistically wide plug parted her fat butt cheeks. Another tug at the straps and her anus caved inward painfully, stretching to a size far exceeding that of her own wide open mouth.



Finally, Jenney emerged from the bathroom. Her cotton tee shirt clung to her cello-shaped frame, rising just enough to reveal her deep, doughy navel. Beneath it lay the bounds of the object in question: the harness, neatly and tightly affixed to her hips. The look on Nicole’s face revealed more than she’d probably intended; something visibly ravenous began to simmer beneath her eyes as she stared at it.



Despite its sturdiness, its design was quite minimal and revealing. With the straps pulled tight, Jenney’s bare thighs were clearly visible, wide and creamy white, and freckled with just the smallest amount of auburn hair at their convergence. The plug-secured thong closely flossed the sweaty inner arch of her huge buttocks, running down in a straight line to rendezvous with the small slitted patch covering her thick labia.



“Well I wasn’t expecting that,” Nicole said with a smirk as her eyes widened dramatically.



“What do you mean?” Jenney replied, clamping her little teeth in rectal discomfort. Unable to relax, she felt the plug widen her asshole as it slid more deeply up her hot, greasy crevice. It felt much bigger in situations like this when her body couldn’t relax.



“I just mean I was expecting you to chicken out. But you actually did it. I guess that’s impressive,” Nicole said, feigning casual as she took another drag from her cigarette. “Well, well. You’re a freaky lil’ girly, you know that?”



Jenney didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t particularly enamored of being thought of as “freaky”. Still, she knew the truth. It simple wasn’t normal for a girl her age—or any girl, for that matter—to enjoy having her anus habitually stretched as much as she clearly did.



“Y’know, I’ve also noticed you’ve got a pretty fat ass, Jenney,” Nicole said, crossing her heavily-inked arms and flashing a toothy grin. “It’s kind of weird, actually, especially for a white girl. Turn around and let me see it.”



“Oh, uh,” Jenney started, her short mop of tousled brown hair shagging over her glasses. “Okay,” she said as she turned in hesitant agreement. Her head hung low. She hadn’t measured her butt since her Summer vacation experience, but it certainly hadn’t shrunk any since then.



Compounding the issue was the fact that, as she matured away from her high school self, her long legs seemed to be tapering to her calves at an increasingly severe angle, giving her body a “pear in a cosmopolitan glass” effect. The final stroke was her significantly decreased waistline, thanks to the lasting effect of Ms. Adara’s dietary “guidance” and tutelage. None of these recent developments did much to de-emphasize her posterior; rather the opposite.



“Yer a weirdo, you know that?” Nicole said, blowing a sour cloud of smoke in her direction as she eyed her friend’s strap-saddled backside. “So what’s that feel like, anyway?”



Jenney kept her eyes fixed downwards, anxiously attempting to wrap her stubby toes under the balls of her feet. “Um. I, I dunno,” was all she could manage.



“What do you mean you don’t know? You’re standing right there with a gigantic bung up your bunghole, you friggin’ weirdo.”



“God, I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. Nicole, can I please take it off now?” Jenney said, scrunching her feet so tightly now that she was beginning to lose balance.



“Nope. Answer my question, freakybutt. What’s it feel like? I mean, you must like taking big dumps too, right? Isn’t it, like, kind of the same thing?” she asked as she blew second puff of smoke at the trembling object of her amusement. Jenney coughed, her cheeks burning crimson as she became acutely aware of how foolish she’d been for her indiscretion.



“Uh, oh God. No! No, I really don’t like doing that, Nicole. I mean, not in that way,” she stammered confusedly, a flashback of the stringent and degrading bathroom regimen she’d once been subjected to darting through her mind. “I mean, it feels a little bit like that at first. But you get used to uh, that toilet feeling, and then it starts to get better—”



“Haha! Ew. Whatever, freakybutt,” Nicole said, then sighed, looking satisfied with Jenney’s bumbling non-answer. Jenney turned her head.



“Please don’t call me that,” she implored weakly, attempting to look Nicole in the eyes unsuccessfully before resuming her carpet-gazing.What the hell is wrong with me? she thought to herself as the telltale fluids of arousal again began to seep uncontrollably from her crotch, thick and ripe. It was that same electric flutter she felt when Ms. Adara scrutinized her body months ago.



“Wait. Do you ever wear it to class? Were you wearing it when we first met?!” Nicole persisted in an an gratingly excited manner, hoping to unearth more fodder for her cheap enjoyment.



“No!” Jenney replied. “I only do it when I’m alone, okay?”



“Hmm,” Nicole said with a pause. “Not anymore you don’t,”



It was then that the girl heard a chiming sound from behind her. “See, freakybutt, I have the key to that lock on your little plug-undies. And from the looks of it, you’re stuck in ‘em without it.”



“Oh my God!” Jenney screamed, suddenly swinging around on her heels to face her room mate. It was her worst fear: the squat silver key to her harness, dangling from her roommate’s finger.



She thought to lunge for it, then hesitated, quickly remembering how that ended last time. Defeated, she buried her rosy face in her palms and heaved.



“Nicole, please, I’m begging you, just give it back. It means a lot to me. It’s really important. Please, I think I feel sick,” she said, your wavering voice finally collapsing into a tremulous sob.



“Damn, you’re so sensitive, freakybutt! I don’t even wanna know why your lil’ plug undies are so important to you. Look, I’ll give you the key, but only on one condition.”



Bleary-eyed and emotionally drained, Jenney looked up at her giddy torturer and awaited the conditions. She sensed that whatever they were, they wouldn’t be a walk in the park.



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Nicole’s smile widened as she took a few steps forward, placing Jenney eye-level with the tight black denim triangle of her crotch, and then turned in profile, clearly displaying her relatively flat and inconspicuous bottom.



Jenney had always envied that about her friend’s figure; unlike her own, it didn’t draw undue attention. Everything was trim and proportionate. She didn’t, however, envy her lack of hygiene; at this distance, the girl reeked heavily of cigarette smoke. Jenney tried not to turn up her nose.



The raggedy girl then stepped a few inches past her and sat in her nearby swivel chair. Crossing her legs, her impish face became aglow with the light of her iPhone. “Alright, look. You see this guy?” she, tapping at the tiny screen.



Jenney got up from her bed and walked over to look, seeing the social profile of a student she vaguely recognized from class. The Legal Ethics course with Mrs. Diaz she attended on Fridays, in fact. She merely nodded, her nerves still on edge.



“Anyway, you may not have noticed it because you’re a space cadet, but I’ve caught him and his ‘homeboys’ checking you out when we leave class. They’re not looking at me, just you. Now gee, I wonder what it is they like about you?”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jenney said unconvincingly, her brow creasing in offense.



“Admit it.”



“Admit what?”



“You like big black cock, right freakybutt?” Nicole said with a wry arch of her lips.



“What?” Jenney replied, taken completely aback. She wasn’t sure how to respond.



“You heard me. You like walking around with a big black cork up your ass, it’s obviously a substitute for the real thing, isn’t it?” Nicole said snippily, cycling through the boy’s public photos. “His name is Merv Jordan-Casey. 19 years old. You know him, right?”



“Uh, I don’t know him really. I mean, we have an class with him, but—”



“Just admit you like big black cock.”



She tensed, the unmoving plug starting to make her anal ring feel sore from this much involuntary flexing. “I uh…Nicole, what are you trying to say?!”



“Look. We talked about the campus patriarchy, right? And how we wanted it to fight it?”



“Yeah, but um—”



“And we both agreed that the campus is overrun by these entitled, bigoted, sexist frat boys, right?”

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