Football by Ninth
Chapter 1
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This story begins with football.
Extra-curricular co-ed touch football, to be clear. I signed up to play on a whim and by chance landed on a team with a smoking hot girl. She hailed from a different dorm and somehow we hit it off right away. I never thought I’d be attracted to a short girl, but her sunny personality and off-the-wall sense of humour immediately snagged my interest. The fact that she had to stand on tiptoe for the top of her head to reach my armpit didn’t bother me one bit.
Even though she was short, she definitely wasn’t a pushover. Despite the game being “touch” football (in name at least) she could go toe-to-toe with the biggest guys on the field, in other words: me. I found that out the hard way when a particularly sly hip check left me lying on the ground in surprise. Without being overly muscular she was deceptively strong. Just generally athletic, I guess. Maybe she lifted weights? Did yoga? It was clear she put in some serious work for sure because it showed. Her ripped core, tremendous hips, and magnificent pair of thighs rounded out with… you guessed it… an absolutely stunning butt.
Suffice to say, consider me hooked. After a few weeks of this wonderful summer we were chatting one particularly hot afternoon and found ourselves deep in a conversation that continued well after the end of the game. The field grew empty and soon we were the only ones out there. During a natural break in our talk she glanced around casually then gave me an oddly calculating look.
“Hot evening, eh?” She said nonchalantly, fanning herself with one hand.
I’d worn a t-shirt that day and had time to cool off a bit. She didn’t really look that sweaty either but I nodded along anyway. She took another quick scan of the field then grabbed the bottom of her shirt and stripped it off. My jaw dropped. She was wearing a black sports bra underneath.
“Mmmm, that’s better…” She stretched her arms out, wiggled a little, then slid her fingers into the waistband of her athletic tights. At a loss for words, I watched in delight as she peeled them over her butt then shimmied them down her smooth legs.
She stepped out of them then straightened up and grinned. Striking a pose, she giggled at my dumbfounded expression. I closed my jaw with a snap and swallowed nervously. I tried not to stare but couldn’t help it. A very skimpy pair of black panties, basically a thong, did a wonderful job hugging her curves. It enhanced the shape of her butt and practically hypnotized me.
Noticing my look, she spun around into a different pose, this time with her butt sticking out more in my direction. She arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Is this better?” she smirked. Not waiting for an answer, she grabbed a football and crouched down like an offensive center as if she were going to snap it. With a sly glance over her shoulder, she waggled her rump at me.
The thin strip of underwear barely covered her. I could see the edge of her butthole on either side of the black band of synthetic fabric. That divot seemed surprisingly wide and I did a double take, unintentionally leaning in for a closer look. Thus distracted, she decided to actually launch the football at me. It struck me right in the gut with surprising force and nearly winded me, but I still managed to catch and hold on to it.
She wiggled her butt one more time then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. At full attention in more ways than one, I watched in stunned amazement as she flipped them over, exposing herself completely, then tugged them all the way off.
The full naked magnificence of her rear end was breathtaking. My eyes were immediately drawn to her asshole. Without anything to obscure the view I could see just how unbelievably wide it was. Her sphincter looked deep and seemed to actually gape open somewhat in her semi-squatting position. She clenched, snapping her cheeks together, then slowly relaxed back open. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Hellooo~” she called, waving at me from between her legs.
“Bwuh?” I blurted out with a twitch, realizing I’d been staring in silence for a while.
She giggled. “I’m flattered.” She flipped her hair and grinned. “But this isn’t all. You wanna see something that’ll really blow your mind?”
“Uh… s-sure?” I replied, feeling my face grow red.
She took a breath, clearly steeling herself for something. But I wasn’t expecting what she said next.
“Shove that football in my ass.” She nodded at the ball in my hands and watched carefully for my reaction.
I blinked in stunned confusion. “In…?” I chuckled nervously and held up the ball. It was a regulation size football so it wasn’t small. “Don’t we need, like, lube or something?”
She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Try and see.” She waggled her butt.
I shrugged, stepping closer. Shifting my grip, I carefully placed the end of the ball in the hollow of her booty. Her breath hitched slightly, then as I snugged it in she wiggled her hips against it and moaned softly. Once it was in the right spot I tentatively gave it a firmer push.
She braced herself. For a moment nothing happened. I pushed harder, starting to feel a little weird about this whole situation. The pressure grew and grew and right before I was about to stop, I heard a soft rubbery squick and the ball jerked inwards a short distance. My eyebrows shot up. She gasped quietly and squirmed with pleasure. Her cheeks spread further and further apart as I kept pushing, and with a louder squeak the ball squeezed in a little more.
She moaned, louder this time, pushing back harder. With a series of plasticky chirps and squeaks from her rear end the ball sank deeper and deeper. In just moments I got it more than halfway inside. Her rump was stretched wide to accept the ball’s immense girth but somehow it looked… easy.
I nudged it in a little more. Her butthole crested the widest part of the ball, the seam tickling her and making her giggle and moan. After that point barely any pressure was needed. It was so easy to push it in I eventually ended up with just one finger on the end of the ball. With one smooth shove her rear end engulfed the whole thing.
She clenched down. Her limber ring, which had yawned almost as wide as the ball, suddenly snapped shut with surprising force. Her cheeks clapped back together with the speed of it. The supple skin of her butthole wrapped neatly around my finger before I could yank my hand back in surprise.
She gave me a mischievous look over her shoulder and stood back up. With a groan of satisfaction, she shook her rump a few times before turning to face me. She looked somewhat nervous as she waited for my reaction, but I could barely formulate a coherent thought at that point. My eyes were drawn to the significant bulge in her lower belly and I reached out for it in awe.
She stepped closer to let me touch her and I rubbed my open palm over the bump. The skin of her belly was warm and incredibly soft and smooth.
“Mmm… that’s nice…” she purred.
I jerked my hand away, suddenly embarassed. She pretended to pout, then saw my expression and sighed. She shook her pants off and put them back on. The shirt went into her duffel bag and out came a bulky hoodie that did a pretty good job at hiding the bulge.
“Well?” She said, putting her hands on her hips and looking seriously at me.
“I-I…” I stammered. “Um. That was, uh, pretty neat.”
“Neat!” She laughed and slapped her leg. “Come on. You know, you’re the first person to ever see me do that.”
“You mean you don’t normally ask every guy you meet to shove a football in your ass?” I laughed, a bit more relaxed. “Judging by how easy that was I wouldn’t even be surprised.”
She laughed along with me then suddenly looked serious again. “I mean it. You’re special.”
“Me?” I pressed a hand to my chest and blushed. “I, uh…”
She looked shy for a moment, then jumped up and threw an arm around my neck, hauling me down to her level. “You heard me. Anyway, got any plans?” she asked.
I shook my head, not trusting my voice.
“Great! Let’s head back to my place.” She swung off of me and jounced over to her bag. Bending over, she cast a sly grin over her shoulder, then grabbed her stuff and walked away with a sassy sway of her hips. I followed.
We made it back to her dorm without encountering anyone else. Pretty typical for a summer semester. She unlocked the door and let me in. As soon as we were inside she spun around and grabbed my head, standing up on her toes to plant a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks for not being a jerk about all… this.” she said, stepping back with a bashful smile.
“Who, me?” I replied in mock innocence, rubbing the side of my face. “I dunno what kind of dudes you usually meet but to be quite honest I’m no saint either.”
She waved off my remark. “You know, you’re the first guy I’ve invited over since I started classes here.”
“Really.” I gave her a deadpan look that she returned with equal force for a moment before turning away to try to hide her blush.
“Really?” I repeated to her back. Her head bobbed in a nod as she went upstairs. I tagged along, once again unable to keep my eyes off her ass.
“Quiet building,” I commented. She glanced back at me and I immediately pretended to look at the ancient stucco on the ceiling.
“… Yeah,” she replied with a smirk. “I’m the only one on my floor for this term.”
“Cool.” I couldn’t help but think about how much privacy that gave us.
We walked the rest of the way to her room in silence. Outside the door she took a deep breath and put her key in to unlock it. Before twisting the knob she turned me and put her hands on her hips.
“Before we go any further, I need you to swear you won’t tell anyone else.” She looked at me expectantly.
“About being your girlfriend?” I joked.
She punched me in the arm, hard enough to hurt. “I’m NOT your ‘girlfriend’.” She quoted sarcastically with a glare. “Yet.” She muttered.
“Ow! Fine, I won’t tell.” I rubbed the spot gingerly. “Not like anyone would believe me, anyway.”
“Swear it!” She growled, brandishing her fist at me.
“Ok! I swear! I swear, I won’t tell a soul.” I raised my hands and patted calmingly at the air.
She squinted at me suspiciously, then opened the door. I stepped in after her and got my first look at her room. Pretty standard for a girl’s room. Surprisingly tidy too. Neater and more organized than mine was, anyway, which wasn’t saying much. There was nowhere to sit other than her bed, so I decided to lean on her desk instead.
She cast her bag aside then went over to the window and peeked outside. She frowned and closed the curtains. Turning back she frowned again when she saw me standing there dumbly.
“Uh, why are you still dressed?”
“Uh, well, I, uh,” I stammered.
She burst out laughing and started pulling off her clothes. “I’m kidding. But seriously, take ‘em off.”
She was already half-naked. I quickly followed suit and soon was down to just my underwear. I shivered a little though her room was quite warm. Leaving her panties on, she tugged off her sports bra with a little difficulty. It whipped free and she sighed, arching her back and thrusting out her chest.
“Ahh, that’s SO much better.” She winked at me then laid back on the bed with long exhale. She closed her eyes and rubbed her hands over her ribs and under her small-ish boobs, cupping them in her hands then lightly tweaking her nipples. She seemed pretty relaxed for someone with an enormous bulge in her lower belly and a guest in their room.
She cracked an eye and grimaced to see me still standing there like an idiot. “Get over here.” She grumbled.
Her bed was tiny, only a twin, but there was enough space for both of us to lie down if we were sandwiched together. She scooted over towards the wall as I approached. I sat down carefully next to her while she toyed idly with a lock of her hair.
She gave me a level look. I noticed she looked kind of tense now that I was so close to her. Was she waiting for me to do something? I mentally slapped myself.
“You want me to, uh, rub your belly?” I asked.
“Yes please.” She laid down beside me with a small smile, then closed her eyes and sighed.
I gently placed my palm on her midriff and slowly massaged in a small circle. Her skin felt just as soft as I remembered from before and I took my sweet time to carefully rub all over her amazing midriff. Her soft purring moans grew louder as I continued.
At one point I had my palm right overtop of the lump of the ball within her. Her hand shot up and grabbed my wrist to hold me still. She arched her back and pressed the bulge up against my touch. Her gut emitted a loud groan and she moaned, jamming my hand down harder until there was another, louder, groan. She sighed and squirmed then let go.
I tentatively continued my massage but something was different. The lump started to shift around, but not back downwards like I expected. Instead it sank inwards, even deeper inside her. I ran my fingers over it as it wobbled on its own, then simply held on to her waist and stared as the bulge rolled up her tummy. There was a long, low grumble and the lump kept going, sinking down into her body just above her belly button. Her middle went flat and once again my jaw dropped in shock.
She opened her eyes when I stopped massaging and raised an eyebrow in response to my dumbfounded expression. She glanced down at her front then back at me. “Pretty neat, huh?” She bragged casually.
“Uh…” I grunted dumbly. She shrugged and patted her gut, looking somewhat smug. It gurgled softly in response.
This was a bit too crazy for me. “Ok, I think maybe I should-” I went to get up off the bed but she grabbed my arm and held on tight.
“Wait! Please. Gimme a chance to explain before you go anywhere.”
I laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, stewing in a confusing mix of conflicting emotions. She propped herself up on one elbow and leaned over until the only thing I could look at was her face.
“I know this is a lot to handle but I want you to trust me.” She gazed down at me. Her eyes were dark and soft and surprisingly vulnerable.
I gazed back for a moment, trying to ignore the tug at my heartstrings. “We just met.” I mumbled. “How can I trust you?”
She sighed, then looked around her room. I watched her eyes wander then eventually come to rest on my boxers, which were tented with a significant erection. She raised an eyebrow, reaching out to run a finger up my length.
“Trust… is earned.” She said thoughtfully. A small smile played across her lips as she twiddled the tip of my cock through the thin fabric.
“So?” I reluctantly agreed, squirming a little with the stimulation.
“So… let’s take things slow. Stay with me tonight.” She grinned hopefully.
I tried to muster up some other response but she’d slipped her hand under the waistband and started fondling my balls. I sighed, letting my head fall back on the pillow.
“Alright.” I whispered.
“Yesss…” she hissed back. “Let’s see what we’re working with here…” She tugged my underwear down, freeing my cock. It bounced up, firmly erect, already throbbing with my arousal.
She grinned eagerly at the sight. Scooting down the bed, she pulled my boxers all the way off, then crawled up between my legs. Carefully taking hold of my package with both hands, she leaned down to run her tongue up my length. I sucked in a breath, grabbing handfuls of her bedding, trying to hold myself as still as possible for her.
Her fingers danced dextrously, handling my bits with delicate care, and pressed and rubbed on just the right spots. I clenched my teeth with the surge in pleasure, instinctively bucking my hips. She lowered her head, taking me into her mouth, and I groaned.
She sucked down with a bob of her head and I bucked my hips again, unintentionally driving my cock into her throat. She emitted a soft gagging slurp, then a muffled giggle. She gulped, slurping over my length. I let out a sharp exhale as she massaged in small circles right at the base of my cock. I tried to hold back but I couldn’t stop the familiar surge of orgasm.
“I-I’m gonna…” I tried to speak through gritted teeth. She didn’t hear me or she didn’t care. Either way, she grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me close, her lips pressed down almost to the base of my cock. I came with a grunt, spurting hard, and heard a gulp in response and felt her tongue ripple over my length.
She hummed and sighed as I came down from my orgasm, still gently toying with me. Finally she drew back and let my member fall free. She licked her lips and swallowed one more time. I gave her a woozy look, flushed and spent.
She winked and crawled up beside me. I helped pull the covers over us while she snugged herself in as the little spoon. She pressed her butt back into my lap and my half-erect cock ended up sandwiched comfortably between her glutes. The warmth and closeness of her contact plus the post-cum relaxation lulled me to sleep right away.
Chapter 2
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The next day found me back in class and thoroughly bored. I stared out the window and daydreamed, idly wondering how soon I could see her again.
Checked the clock on the wall. Still mid morning. Ughh, I mentally groaned. My phone buzzed and I fumbled it out of my pocket to see a notification from an unknown number.
“oh hey” said the message.
“Who is this?” I tapped back.
The next message was an emoji of a football, a peach, then a winky face with the tongue sticking out. I frowned. “How’d you get my number?” I replied.
“Team roster has contact info” she responded. “Whatup”
“Class. Bored. Thinking about you” with a kissing face emoji.
“Aw so sweet” and a heart eyes emoji. I rolled my eyes but smiled.
“Looking forward to more <peach emoji>” I sent her.
Another winky face and “soon” was the message. “How about <soccer ball emoji>?”
“When?” I typed back.
“Now? left door”
I frowned, confused, then craned my neck to look around at the exits. Sure enough I saw her waving at me through the window of the door at the back of the lecture hall. I hurriedly threw my stuff in my bag and left.
She smiled through the glass at me as I approached. Closing the door quietly behind me I turned back around and almost knocked her over: she’d come up right behind me to give me a hug. Stepping back, I noticed she was wearing a figure-hugging long-sleeved shirt, a short skirt that came down to about half her thighs, running shoes, and had a brand-new soccer ball under one arm.
“Hi.” She said, raising an eyebrow in wry regard when she noticed me looking her over.
“Hi…” I responded, still confused. “Seems you know my number and the classes I’m in too.”
She waved off my comment. “Coincidence. Actually I don’t think you noticed but I’m in this class too. Skipping today since it’s so nice out.”
“Yeah?” I frowned, trying to remember if I’d seen her in the class before, then shrugged. “Cool. Yeah, that’s the trouble with summer classes.”
“Yup. Feel like kicking a ball around?” She gestured.
“Sure.”
We walked side-by-side and chatted. I noticed we were headed back to the same field as before. This early in the morning before lunch there was no one else around. She tossed the soccer ball down and jogged off, dribbling it skillfully.
I watched for a moment, admiring her nimble movements, then ran after her. We played a short game of keep-away, then practiced more and more elaborate ways of passing it back and forth. During one particularly challenging pass, she swung a leg just so, throwing her skirt up enough to briefly expose her panties. I flushed, pretending not to notice, but judging from her smirk she knew I’d seen.
After a while we stopped for a break. She zipped open her bag and pulled out a pair of sandwiches, two bottles of water, and laid them out on the grass on the far side of the field in the shade of a tree.
“You made lunch for me?” I asked in surprise.
“For us,” she corrected. “Can’t game on an empty stomach, after all.”
I nodded sagely, giving her the side eye as she made quick work of her food.
“So,” I ventured, still chewing. “About yesterday…”
She let out a low breath and reclined back on her elbows, her shirt pulling up a little to expose her bare, toned midsection. She tossed her hair over one shoulder and gave me an airy look. “Uh huh?”
I gulped and took a swig of water. “What’s the story with, uh…” I glanced at her belly.
She sighed, letting her head slump back for a moment. She sat up, leaning in closer and giving me a serious look.
“Before I tell you anything, I want you to remind you that I’ve never told anyone else what I’m about to tell you now.”
“Never?” I chuckled. “So I’m your first?”
Now it was her turn to blush.
“Wait,” I sat up straighter. “Am I really your first? The way you phrased it yesterday…”
She waved her hand dismissedly and ignored my question. “I mean it. This stays between you and me and no-one else. Right?” She spoke softly but the gleam in her eye gave her words a different kind of volume.
“Right! Right, of course,” I leaned back a little. “I’m only curious, you know, considering…”
“Considering that it’s impossible?” She gave me a look then then shrugged. “Ok. Here goes.” She took a deep breath and began.
“I was on vacation with my family a few months ago when I got cursed. We have a place out in the country that we visit every year, and-”
“Sorry, did you say you were cursed?” I broke in, eyebrow raised.
“Don’t interrupt!” She swatted my arm. “As I was saying…” She glared at me. “The property’s belonged our family for ages and there’s old abandoned buildings all over. Exploring is awesome cause you can almost always find something cool, but usually it’s just old junk like toys or magazines. One day I found this weird clay jar.”
“No way.” I leaned forward on the edge of my seat.
“Totally. Well, actually, I found it by accident after I stepped on a rotten board, broke through, and heard something shatter. I dug it out and in amongst the shards was this piece of paper with some writing on it, like it had been baked into the pot. But that’s not the weirdest part. You know how, in a dream, it’s impossible to read? Like, the words don’t make sense?”
I shrugged.
“Right. I take one look at the gibberish on the paper and whoosh.” She snapped her fingers. “It burst into flames.”
I blinked. “So then what happened?"
“Nothing, at first. We had to leave the next day anyway. It was only after about a week or so that I started to realize that I, uh, hadn’t, you know…” She tucked her hair over one ear. “Uh, used the bathroom.” She muttered.
She blushed at my incredulous look and sat up straight. “Anyway. At first I was worried. But time went on and I didn’t feel sick or anything and I never told my parents. How could I? I never even told my friends. I could pretend things were normal. And after a few weeks I guess I kinda forgot about it."
“Sure, that’s understandable I guess.” I raised an eyebrow. “And then University?”
“Yup.”
I frowned. “Ok… so how did you find out about the, uh-“ I pointed down.
“Oh! Right.” She slapped her forehead. “I forgot the best part. A few weeks ago, before I had to leave, I was rushed getting ready to go out and my foot got caught in my pants like an idiot. I fell awkwardly, my water bottle was on the ground, and…”
I winced sympathetically but she shook her head. “That’s the thing! I fell right on my ass, right on that water bottle and… boom.” She smacked her fist on her palm for emphasis. “I clenched, felt it slip… in… and that was it. No more water bottle. I couldn’t feel it, couldn’t reach it, so at first I’m super worried. But a few more days go by and I’m fine. The bottle’s just… gone. So, just to be sure, I tried it again…”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, feeling a shiver of excitement. This was unbelievable.
“Only a little bit. I was busy packing to leave and didn’t have a lot of time to really explore it, you know? Plus, I couldn’t risk my parents finding out. Then I started here and I met you, and, well…”
She gestured expansively at the field, then looked at me expectantly.
I had so many questions, but I held on to most of them for now. “Thanks for sharing that with me.” I gave her an encouraging smile. She blushed again, looked at me carefully to make sure I wasn’t joking, then scooted closer. “So what makes you think you were cursed?”
She shivered. “Oh, I dunno. It seems accurate. I kept the shards, there’s weird symbols all over `em. Seems kind of cursed to me.”
“Ok.” I put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a little side hug. I couldn’t resist asking at least one question. “Cursed or not, I have one more question.”
“Shoot.” She said quietly.
“Was that the first time it was a football?”
She nodded slightly, then sat up. “Honestly, I don’t quite know what came over me… I felt this urge, and you made it feel so… good. When I tried it on my own it wasn’t anywhere near that much fun. Yesterday was…” She shivered. “Way better. I’m glad I asked you.”
“And it was the biggest thing so far?”
“Uh, yeah.” She gave my a sly look. “What do you mean by ‘so far’?”
I glanced over at the soccer ball. She followed my gaze and her eyes went wide. “Excuse me?” She said in mock outrage, getting to her feet. “Do you really think.” She walked over to the ball and bent over, wiggling her rump teasingly at me as she picked it up. “That I’m going to just let you tell me.” She walked back over. “To put this whole soccer ball in my ass?” She placed the ball on the ground in front of me and put her hands on her hips.
I stared up at her for a moment, at a loss for words.
“Well, you’re right.” Before I could respond she reached under her skirt and yanked her panties off. Stepping out of them completely, she crouched down to stuff them into my pocket then spun around to face away. Carefully rearranging her skirt to cover things, she got down on her knees and straddled the ball. Then she turned her head to look at me square in the eye. I reached out to hold her by the waist but she took hold of my wrists and slid my hands under her skirt to place them on her bare hips.
Leaning forward a little, she shifted her weight from side to side, then settled back. She bit her lip then let herself relax. Though I couldn’t see it, I could feel her butt flex outwards a little as her weight pressed down on the ball. I slid my palms down until they each cupped one of those amazing round cheeks, gave them a quick squeeze, then stroked inward until they tapped the ball.
Using that as a guide, I massaged around from back to front, then reached down to cup her cheeks again. I lifted, spreading her a little wider, rewarded with a soft rubbery creak as the ball squeezed upwards. Her breath caught in her throat as it sank deeper into her crack. I massaged a bit more then spread her again.
“Ooohh, that’s nice…” she sighed.
She sank down more noticeably this time, her butt stretching noticeably wider between my hands. Moaning softly, she slowly gyrated her hips. Inch by inch she worked further and further down while I cradled her ass. Then she started to bounce, at first merely a gentle hop, but as each rebound got more and more intense she began to gasp and pant out loud, bouncing higher and higher.
With a sudden muted pop she dropped almost all the way to the ground. She bit back a squeal of pleasure and lifted up, clenching hard. With a drawn-out squeak, the ball wedged all the way in. She clenched down and shuddered, her cheeks clapping softly back together. I ran my hands up over her butt and hips, then slid them forwards around her waist. The bulge jutted out low on her front and I leaned closer to try to reach around it.
Instead, she grabbed onto my arms and scooted back to sit down right on my lap. My rock hard erection pressed up through my shorts and in between her buttocks. At first I tried massaging her belly but she had other ideas. Briefly lifting back up again, she scrabbled blindly at my crotch until she found the waistband of my shorts then yanked both them and my underwear enough to free my cock. Then she sat right back down on top of me. The head of my cock jammed up against her butthole then with a few careful wiggles popped inside. She moaned and my eyes went wide, my length sliding in a few inches.
She clenched down, surprisingly tight on my poor member. Under my hands, the ball slid rapidly upwards then further inwards. She moaned louder, pressing her rump down on my lap. I managed to get my shaft in a little further, but the position and sheer depth of her crach made it difficult to really get in there. But it didn’t matter. She started bouncing again regardless, just far enough to keep my tip in, clearly close to some kind of orgasm.
The slick rolling glide of her powerful ring over my cock brought me close just as quickly. In only a few more bounces I came hard, hugging her tight as she sat back with a long gasp and moan. Either she’d already reached her own peak, or she was in the middle of it. I grunted, trying to thrust deeper, and then it was over.
I sucked in a breath, leaning back and letting go of her. I looked down and jerked in surprise. Somehow I’d managed to wiggle myself right up in between her cheeks and ended up snug against her. Those perfect orbs were spread wide, covering the tops of my legs. Before I could get a better look she freed me by lifting up with a soft sucking sound and a quiet gasp.
Her belly under my hands was back to normal. That was it. The ball was gone. She tried to stand up but her legs gave way. On the second attempt she succeeded.
“Ooooh…” She hummed, running her hands over her body with her eyes closed in bliss. “Damn, that was really…” Then she appeared to come to her senses. She sat up and smartly brushed herself off, then began to straighten her clothes, her cheeks flushed adorably.
“You really know how to show a girl a good time,” She poked me in the chest. “Skipping right to second base, eh?”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Hey, I think I hit a home run.” I looked down at my drooping cock, mildly surprised to see it totally clean apart from a bit of slick wetness. I tucked it back in and pulled my pants back up.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” It was her turn to roll her eyes. Getting to her feet, she swayed for a moment, then took a deep breath. I stood up beside her just in time for her to swat at my junk and spin away playfully. Hooking her bag with one hand, she strolled off nonchalantly.
“See ya later,” She winked and waved.
I waved back and watched her go, then checked my phone. Almost time for afternoon classes. I sighed and headed off in the other direction.
The game that night was a semifinal. Our team won handily and there was a bit of a party afterwards at a different dorm. It was pretty late by the time that was over and we both went straight back to her place.
A bit tipsy, she stumbled into my back and giggled as we entered her room. Her hands slipped under my shirt and over my abs and she made an appreciative sound. I turned to face her as she pulled the fabric up over my head, tossing it aside.
She leaned against me, making me shuffle back until I made contact with her bed, then I fell onto the mattress and she fell onto me. Her lips found mine and we made out for a while, both our hands exploring each other as if they had a mind of their own. Eventually we both had our hands in each others’ pants and soon those pants were on the floor.
We got more and more into the kiss until we finally had to stop to breathe. Rather than wait, she crawled up my body until she was straddling my chest, then took the opportunity to pull her shirt off.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her boobs sprung free, a soft sheen of sweat on them visible in the low light. I reached up to fondle them but she slapped my hands away and scooted herself further up my chest.
I could feel the heat of her crotch on my face, and the smell of her sex was intoxicating. She looked down at me and grinned.
“You ready?” She asked.
“Ready for wh-” I began, but she lifted herself up and dropped her pussy right on my mouth, interrupting me.
I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her lower lips. She moaned, spreading her legs a little wider and grinding on me. I grinned, my nose buried in her folds, licking all over before spearing my tongue up inside.
She squealed and tried to close her legs but only ended up squeezing my head in between them. I reached up and grabbed her ass, holding her in place, then slurped enthusiastically. Her thighs shuddered and relaxed a few times, then she curled forwards, pressing herself down harder.
She straddled me like that for a while. I didn’t mind. This was heaven. I loved the weight of her body pinning me down. All I wanted to do was lick her delicious pussy. But it couldn’t last. After I thought I’d made her cum at least once she finally lifted away from me for a break. Her lower lips drooled, slick with my saliva and her juices.
“Ah, unh, I-” she panted,“I need-” She tried to get up but her legs were too wobbly. Instead she sort of fell back, caught herself at the last moment, then spun around so she was facing the other way. Swinging her leg back over, she planted her pussy right back on my face and simultaneously took my cock into her mouth.
She licked all around my tip, making me groan, then sucked down. I twitched, thrusting up a little, and heard her giggle around my member. She sucked again and her lips slipped down my length. She bobbed her head and I took that as my cue to grab hold of her hips.
I sealed my lips over her pussy and twiddled at her clit with my tongue. My nose ended up sticking right in her ass. The hot sweaty aroma of her musk suffused my brain, making my eyes roll back. Her butt looked gigantic from this angle, two round pale moons eclipsed my vision, gleaming in the dim light cutting through the curtains. I gripped and kneaded, massaging her hips and glutes and working my tongue in and out enthusiastically.
She shuddered, squeezing her thighs on my head again, her butthole clenching on the tip of my nose. I grinned, redoubling my efforts, rewarded by a more intense shudder. In response she slurped up my whole shaft. The tip of my cock pressed tightly against the back of her mouth. Then she gulped. The sensation of her undulating throat opening up around my member tipped me over the edge.
I tried not to thrust up too hard, but still ended up bucking underneath her as I came. She let me finish before swallowing, then let out a long sigh of satisfaction through her nose. Pulling back, she ran her lips up my length and gulped, letting my now semi-erect cock flop out of her mouth and onto my belly. She arched her back, pressing her pussy against me, then slid forwards a little onto my chest.
Thus freed, I took a deep breath. She twisted to give me a satisfied look then giggled at my happy grin. I wiped at my face, realizing just how wet it was, then laughed along with her.
“God damn,” she panted. “You know, you’re really, really good at that.”
“Oh yeah?” I felt a swell of pride for some reason. “Hey, thanks.”
“No, I’m thanking you.” She poked me in the gut then idly trailed her finger around my belly button. She licked her lips thoughtfully and looked back at me again.
“Round two?” I asked.
She tilted her head and looked down her back at her butt, then at me. She bit her lip and twitched those two big cheeks.
My eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I see.” I grinned, grabbing hold of her rump.
She wiggled in glee then got serious. “You’re really sure you wanna, um…” she trailed off with a blush.
“Damn right.”
With a grin and shrug, she lifted off me a little and shimmied back. She leaned forward, letting me part her cheeks, then sat back carefully on my face. I lapped gently at her pussy lips, making her squirm, then over her perineum and into her butt. Her skin was just as slick and soft there too.
I massaged her cheeks, feeling her skin tug and pull at my face, then spread them. My nose slid forward until it pressed gently against her tailbone. I licked slowly, then wiggled the tip of my tongue deeper. Her butthole was tight yet just stretchy enough to allow me to keep pushing.
She moaned, sitting back more. The back of my head pressed against the mattress. She didn’t stop, and as more and more of her weight came down my face sunk deeper and deeper between her cheeks. Soon each of those orbs came to a rest on the bed on either side of my head. Still I kept licking, finding her inner flesh delightfully springy and tasty.
She squirmed, her cheeks spreading even wider. The incredible supple band of her anus relaxed outwards, creeping up over my forehead then down over my chin. With a soft flup my mouth slipped inwards. As I continued to massage, I realized it wouldn’t take much more for my whole head to get in there. But the angle was awkward and I was starting to run out of air. I slapped her thigh a couple times and she quickly sat up.
With a soft sucking shlup her butt relinquished my face. I panted, taking a few deep breaths of sweet cool air. She twisted around anxiously with a concerned look.
I beamed back up at her and pumped a fist in glee. “Yes! That was awesome!” I practically yelled, wiping off my face with the sheet.
She gave me an uncertain look. “Really?”
“Hell yeah. Turn around, I gotta try something.”
Still uncertain, she turned around on her hands and knees until her butt was facing me. “Ok, you ready?” I asked her.
“For… what?” She asked, but I didn’t answer. Instead I leaned down, grabbed hold of her hips, and took a deep breath. “W-wait! Don’t just-” her words cut off after I shot my head forwards and her butt covered my ears.
Her protests immediately turned to moans when my head sank inside. Her inner ring was tight at first but rapidly became pliable enough to allow the width of my skull to wedge between her cheeks. I closed my eyes as I slid further, her soft inner flesh giving way with gentle ease. Smooth slippery skin rubbed down my nose and ears, over my mouth and around the back of my head, then down over my chin. With a quiet floomp her butthole sealed shut around my neck.
The tops of my shoulders pressed firmly against her pillowy booty. I held there for a moment, enjoying the insistent pounding of her heartbeat and the deep thrumming vibrations of her panting breaths. Then I placed my hands on her cheeks and pushed. Slowly, my head shlorped back out of her ass.
I drew in a lungful of fresh air and sat back with a satisfied grin. Wiping off my face with the sheet again I opened my eyes to see her sitting on the other end of the bed, beet-red and glaring with fearful anger at me.
“Don’t ever do that again without my permission. OK?” She hissed.
I raised my hands, the grin falling from my face. “Sorry. I-I was just-”
“Please.” She interrupted, giving me a serious look.
“Ok.”
She crawled over and gave me another vaguely worried look, then leaned in and kissed me. “I-I love you,” she stammered softly.
I blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. “Oh, uh, I… I love you too.”
She smiled and laid down, pulling the covers up, and I snuggled in behind her.
Chapter 3
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Things were cooler for a bit after that night. Whether that was because she was worried about me and wanted to keep her distance or merely making her personal boundaries clear, I couldn’t really tell. But I respected it either way. I mean, I was kinda embarrassed about my behavior too, now that I’d had some time to think back on it… I’d had a few drinks, so maybe I did get a little carried away… but who wouldn’t, in my shoes, right? Right?
Anyway. As hard as it was to think about something other than her butt, the change in our relationship had handed me the opportunity to get to know her as a person better. For us to get to know each other better. That’s what it was, now: us. We went out on a couple of normal dates for once, and the more time we spent together the more it really cemented my feelings for her. She was the one, man, there was no way I was gonna let her go!
That resolution might’ve been the reason it hurt so damn much when I finally found out what she did for ‘work’. The summer term had drawn to a close and with the fall term coming up we were both due to find housing off-campus. So, of course, we decided to split a place not too far away. She’d avoided the topic of income so far, and in my head I’d thought of her as having rich parents, ones who paid for both her rent and tuition with a little leftover allowance. We were out for dinner one night when the conversation came around to the topic again.
“You paid for it yourself?”
I was impressed. I’d had to work part time at the gym to afford anything on top of the meager payout from the education fund my grandparents had left me. My parents were supportive… just not financially. The added load of a job on my schedule made it hard to keep my grades up in class, but I managed. On the other hand, she seemed to have an awful lot of free time… judging from how much of it was spent bothering me in said classes.
“Uh huh.”
She took a sip of her drink, nonchalant, then raised an eyebrow at my incredulous expression.
“What?”
“You got a lot of savings or something? You still haven’t told me where you work.”
“Ah. Well…”
She chuckled with a familiar twinkle in her eye that instantly put me on the alert.
“Does the name ‘erinlove19’ ring any bells?”
“Erin…?”
I frowned for a moment. That seemed… familiar, and she grinned as the realization dawned on my face. A wave of shock and embarrassment rolled over me. How had I not noticed? All the pictures I’d seen had her head and face artfully cropped out. I mentally slapped myself.
Erin was actually laughing now, a hand over her mouth as her shoulders shook. She looked around the restaurant and leaned across the table.
“So then. You know I have an IndieIdol page. My ass literally pays my bills.”
She sat back with a smug look on her face while I struggled to prevent the bottom of my stomach from falling out.
With a bit of effort I tried to look at the positive side of things. Honestly, this was pretty fantastic. All those other faceless followers were out there spilling their wallets for a glimpse of someone who was sitting there right in front of me. I mean, I wasn’t going to out and out admit that I already had a bunch of her pictures saved on my laptop… because that might lead to her finding out I had a bunch of other pictures saved too. I resolved to delete them all as soon as I got home.
On the drive back my mind kept replaying what she’d said. I really didn’t like the thought of her… selling her body on the internet. But isn’t that what labor was? I literally helped people lift weight for a living. What she did felt… unfair in comparison. I hadn’t spent money on any kind of porn myself, only gleaning what I could get for free. And you could get a lot for free on the internet. But wasn’t that worse? Didn’t that mean I had been… taking advantage of her, somehow? My hands kneaded the steering wheel, the fake leather creaking in my grip, and she glanced over and gave me a warm smile as she put a reassuring hand on my thigh.
The contact helped a lot more than I expected. By the end of the drive I’d almost put the whole thing out of my mind, intending to ponder it more later, when we arrived back home and I almost tripped over something sitting in front of our door. A plain long rectangular cardboard box. I unlocked the door and bent over to pick it up, finding it surprisingly dense. Reflexively checking the label, I found nothing really obvious apart from it being addressed to a certain Erin Love, which was definitely not her last name.
“Expecting a package?”
I asked as I handed it to her and her cheeks flushed a little, which was unusual. She hesitated for a fraction of a second then smirked and pushed it back. I held on to it and tilted my head, confused.
“Here, hang on to that for a sec…”
Her words came out a bit too fast as she brushed past me into the house. Her hip rubbed across the front of my legs, ever so slightly bumping against my junk. I caught a glimpse of a slight smile on her face and knew it wasn’t an accident. I turned to follow without a second thought.
She beckoned me into the house after we’d removed our stuff and walked across the darkened living room into the hall. As I trailed after her, wondering what she was up to, I glanced around our place. She’d insisted on having her own room even though we had planned on sharing the bigger bed in “my” bedroom.
Our bedroom. We did share a single bed. But she still had that separate room. I hadn’t questioned it, and after she’d moved in the door remained closed. I’d chosen not to snoop. I hadn’t even checked if it was locked! I didn’t care. If she wanted privacy she was more than welcome to it. On my end, between school and gym and work, I simply didn’t spend a heck of a lot of time at home anyway.
One hand on the mysterious door, she paused and turned to face me with a sly grin.
“Before we go in here, were you ever a… subscriber?”
She tried to make the question sound casual but I could tell she was hiding a bit of nervousness. But why…? I shook my head.
“Never bothered, to be honest. Seemed like a waste of money.”
“O-oh. Well, that’s good, because then this will be totally new for you.”
She deflated a bit at my response but resolutely straightened up again, turning the doorknob and opening the door to reveal… a surprisingly intimate little den.
Strips of LED lights ran along the edges of the room, flicking on automatically to shed a green glow throughout the space as she stepped inside. I followed, totally caught off-guard by her setup. A decently expensive looking camera rig with a couple of lights stood next to one wall aimed at a sort of half-bed half-couch piece of furniture with comfy blankets and pillows all over it. A unique blend of art and knick-knacks covered that wall and a couple of shelves, with a powerful-looking PC at a desk on one side.
“How the hell did I miss all this?”
I muttered, mostly to myself, casting an incredulous gaze across the sheer variety in the size and shape of the various toys scattered here and on the shelves… and on the floor… and on the couch… Wow, she had quite the collection! Erin just chuckled at my expression.
“Not hard. You’re kind of clueless, in case you didn’t know.”
I turned to face her, outraged, but the dancing gleam in her eye and the triumphant smirk on her face told me she was just teasing. And right. I huffed and tipped my head to concede the point, willing to admit that much.
“I… guess.”
I forced myself to look back at all the stuff arrayed around her space. Where had she gotten it all? Oh… of course.
“Your… supporters paid for all this?”
I gestured, trying to ignore the churning in my gut at the thought.
“And that.”
She nodded and pointed at the box in my hands.
“I have a wishlist.”
“Huh.”
She waved a hand in the air at my grunt of a response, that faint flush rising back to her face, then spun around and pointed back between her shoulders.
“Mind giving me a hand?”
I could do that much. Trying to gather my thoughts, I unzipped her dress with a steady pull. The slinky garment fell to the floor in a heap along with my jaw. The smooth curve of her body was unbroken by any other clothes. She wasn’t even wearing panties! Now it was my turn to blush. Had she planned all this?
I couldn’t be sure. Ignoring my amazement she kicked the dress aside carelessly and sashayed over to the couch, climbing onto it with a familiarity that spoke of frequent practice. She waggled her butt at me, then spun around and sat down, fiddling with the blankets and pillows around her to tidy her spot. She found a small vibrator in the pile and tossed it away with a grimace before turning my way with a surprisingly apprehensive look on her face.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you do this all the time?”
She shrugged.
“Every week or so. For VIP subs. But in front of the camera, and not…”
“Me?”
I pointed dumbly at myself and she chuckled and nodded. I felt a stir of pride at that, once again reminded of the incredible good fortune I’d had to meet her.
“And no anal stuff, either.”
She added, to my surprise. Alright, I couldn’t believe that. At my look she blushed.
“I-I…”
She gulped and looked around the room then back to me.
“I won’t do it on camera. I can’t risk… You know. Besides, I get paid more for pictures and, uh, the sexy modeling type stuff.”
“Ah.”
I made a bit of a face at that and saw a brief flash of panic in her eyes. Changing tack, she glanced significantly at the box I’d somehow forgotten I was still holding and leaned forward, striking a lovely little pose that thrust her chest out at me, arching her back so I could see the curve of her butt over her shoulder.
“Hey, mind opening that up for me? If it is what I think it is…”
She pointed at the box, her voice trailing off as she grinned at me. I pulled out my keys, arching an eyebrow at her again as I tore into the packaging. She watched me eagerly, her lip caught in her teeth, while I removed a bunch of crinkly paper stuffing to reveal… something really big and weird looking.
“… The hell is this?”
I pull the… thing… out of the box. It’s heavy, several pounds at least, and massively thick. It’s recognizable as something phallic, at least, but it’s not a human cock. For one thing, it’s green, and second, it’s rippled like a column of vines. It’s more square than anything else, almost the same width as a full four-pack of beer, and more than a foot and a half long too.
I looked over to see Erin squirming on the bed, torn between eyeing the toy with an eager expression and watching me with nervous uncertainty. She blushed even more when she saw the dubious look on my face as I hefted the toy up.
“Stan.”
“Huh? Is that the name of the guy who got you this?”
I wrinkled my nose and almost tossed the toy away.
“No!”
I furrowed my brows at her, confused, and lowered my arm.
“It’s… ugh. It’s the creature.”
“The creature’s…”
I glanced at the toy again, resisting the urge to actually drop it this time.
“Oh.”
“Here, give it-”
She huffed, making grabby hands from where she was sitting until I handed it to her. She sprayed the toy down with something that smelled nice then wiped it clean with a towel and set it down on the couch between us. For lack of a better term it loomed there, a curved pillar of solid silicone, but Erin didn’t seem intimidated by it. In fact, she was giving it a rather hungry sort of calculating look.
“You did plan this, didn’t you?”
I wagged a finger at her. The grin on her face only grew at that and I couldn’t help but smile along too.
“So what, you want me to-”
“Yeah.”
She nodded enthusiastically. I was already getting down on my knees in front of the couch to hold on to it for her. The thing wobbled precariously, barely firm enough to hold itself upright, so I gripped it by the bottom with both hands to keep it stable. As I did so Erin turned around again and leaned forward to show off her astounding rump. She tweaked her glutes, making them dance and wobble in a mesmerizing pattern, rubbing and stroking over herself in the process, shooting me the occasional smoky glance to make sure I was still watching.
She didn’t need to worry about that. How could I possibly look at anything else right now? The world seemed to recede until it was just the two of us while she performed a special and incredibly erotic dance just for me on the couch.
I have no idea how long it lasted. Slowly she made her way closer and closer to where I was holding the toy out for her. Finally, at the pinnacle of her performance, she posed there again, kneeling on the bed, looking back at me over her shoulder, and sat back until the end of the toy bopped up against her butt.
“Oooh, what’s this?”
She pretended to be surprised by it as she reached back to fondle the tip.
“So big… how will I ever fit this monster into my cute little butt?”
She put a hand to her chest as she spoke in a breathy voice and glanced at me. Not so little, I thought, my cock surging in my pants as if straining to get free. But my hands were occupied holding the toy for her and I was happy enough to let her follow through on this little scene.
She sat forwards a little and tucked the end between her cheeks with one hand, bracing it between her legs with the other to prevent it from falling over. It nestled there easily, pushing the squishy globes of her rump apart, and she let herself slowly lean back against it. It bent underneath her and I could see her flexing on it, squeezing with careful deliberation, but it didn’t seem to-
schLOP!
The toy jerked, springing back upright and driving the first few inches up her ass. Her cheeks spread easily to accommodate it and she let out a long sigh, sinking back a little more as she worked her hips from side to side to slip it a little deeper, then began to bounce up and down on it. The toy squashed and bobbed underneath her along with faint squeaky sounds while I watched, totally fixated on the sight of her amazing ass claiming the huge toy bit by tiny bit.
She got about of a third of the way down when she decided to clench and sit up. Her cheeks gripped the toy, tugging it out of my hands, and I let her lift it up and swing around with it held there before she sat down on it again. With it pinned underneath like that she rearranged herself, making sure it was steady before straightening up to curl a finger and beckon me over to her.
I immediately obeyed. As I walked my knees onto the couch she leaned forward to slip her hands under my clothes, nimble fingers weaving against my skin as she opened my shirt and tugged my already loosened pants down.
My cock sprung free, eagerly thrumming in the air between us, and she gave it an appreciative grin then looked up at me. Kneeling on the couch she was a bit lower than I liked, but I didn’t mind. She guided my cock and thus the rest of me down to her level as she inched a little closer.
“Ready?”
She asked, as if she needed to. I raised an eyebrow, about to answer anyway as I lowered down to meet her, but she swung one leg out before I could do so. I hooked my arm underneath it to support her weight as she lifted the other, folding herself in half with delightful flexibility. Without anything to stop her from swinging towards me, her inner thighs slapped against my hips, sandwiching my cock between my belly and the wet heat of her sex.
Somehow she kept the toy in place and she looked up at me with a delighted and horny grin, reaching up to lace her hands behind my neck and pull herself close.
“Mmm, you’re so strong, Davey boy…”
She purred, tilting her face towards mine. I leaned in for the kiss and she curled forwards, tipping her hips up just enough for the tip of my cock to hook between her lower lips.
“Oh fuck~”
She moaned as she arched her back, taking most of my length inside with soft slick sound. The steamy heat of her passage enclosed me, making me grit my teeth at the sheer pleasure brought by the incredible rippling grip of her inner muscles. I was about to lift her up a little to get things going but she let out a hiss of breath at the movement and I froze.
“What?”
I whispered, feeling her clench down on me after I stopped.
“H-hold me here… Get a little lower…”
She murmured against my chest. Ah, I got it. I spread my legs and settled down, driving her body down over the top of the toy. She moaned again as the toy jerked, slipping inside her a little more. I could feel the inner band of her butt undulating along the texture of the thing, sending little ebbs and flows of pressure over my cock inside her at the same time. I’d… never felt that before. Pretty fuckin’ hot!
I groaned and her eyes fluttered and rolled back. I spread my legs, lowering down until I guessed she had about two thirds of the toy inside her. There was some tiny change in the pressure that let me know that we’d reached the “base”, if that was even a way to describe the lower parts of the thing.
Then I lifted her back up, accompanied by her excited squeal and squeak as I dropped her back down again. It was a bit of a workout to hold her like this but I could reliably squat more than her weight at the gym and at any rate the hormones pumping through my body let me ignore the little things like burning muscles.
Even my stamina had limits, though, and after a while I began to get a little tired. For a fraction of a second I lost the rhythm, making me lose my balance. Erin’s eyes snapped open as I tipped forwards, sending us toppling onto her back. I managed to curl forwards enough to avoid crushing her underneath me as I dropped, slamming onto the couch with my forearms instead. She snapped her legs around my hips to hold on, bracing herself only to let out a loud gasp as she hammered down onto the futon on her back.
She immediately reached up to desperately grip one of my arms while I reached down with the other just to quickly check and- yep, my fingers tapped the fat base of the toy, finding it wedged up snug between her cheeks. She felt the touch and looked up at me as I brought my hand back up to brace myself, her chest heaving.
We made eye contact and had a few seconds of unspoken respite. A moment of synchronicity lined up between us, each instinctively knowing the other’s thoughts. I nodded at her smoldering needy expression and lifted myself up a little, angling my hips just so, then pounded down onto her.
A huff and a short cry burst from her lungs, half forced out by my weight and half from the sheer spike of pleasure in receiving a healthy dose of dick delivered by my dominant position on top. I was confident she could take it. She would’ve already told me otherwise if it was a problem.
It wasn’t a problem this time either. My hips met her thighs with a loud smack, then I raised back to do it again, then again, taking full advantage of this opportunity to fuck her senseless.
“OooOoOOoh AaaAAAaaa fuck-!”
She moaned, her voice oscillating wildly with each resounding smack of our contact. I could feel her clenching and wriggling underneath me, trying to press herself closer at the same time. The toy sat perfectly in her ass, the shape of it making her sex extra tight. Agh! I grit my teeth, trying to hold back as long as I could to prolong this wonderful moment.
Thankfully I could tell she was getting close too. At a particularly deep thrust a strange look came over her face. She twitched, her thighs quivering and clenching as she pressed them up against me. Then she bucked, rolling her hips desperately. Her inner muscles clamped down with surprising strength and I heard a dull creak as her cheeks strained and flexed around the toy.
“Ah~!”
She gasped, the sound becoming a squeak as her eyes went wide. I pulled back, raising an eyebrow in question, but she wasn’t paying attention to me anymore. Instead, she arched her back again, pushing up against me with her belly to force her butt to mash down against the firm surface of the couch. She thrashed there, squeezing her eyes shut, and for a moment I was worried something had gone wrong. But then she suddenly relaxed, almost going limp underneath me, and completely tensed up one last time.
GLURP!
“AAaaAAHHHNN~!”
She squealed and clamped her thighs like a vise on either side of my body. I held myself there as her pussy doubled in tightness, the mass in her rear end shifting, forcing her to squeeze my shaft even tighter. My eyes went wide as she thrashed again, rolling her belly against me, then her hips. The tightness abruptly passed as something massive squished up past my length and I pushed myself off her in shock.
She shuddered through an incredibly potent climax, totally lost in it, giving me plenty of time to look down and see her belly jutting out under me, a very odd looking bulge distorting her gut from her lower belly all the way up to her ribs. Slowly she came down, tipping her head to look where I was gazing at as well.
She froze. We both stared at the lump of the toy inside her, our chests heaving as we caught our breath, my one hand still pinning her arms over her head. I lifted the other to run my fingers over the bulge in awe.
“FUCK!”
At the touch she yelled, startling me, squirming a different way this time, trying to sit up and get her hands free. I jerked my arms back as I shoved off the couch, drawing out of her depths with a short shlp. Any shudder on her part was quickly suppressed as she managed to prop herself up on her elbows, staring down at her belly in… disappointment?
“Huh?”
I asked after she made a frustrated huff and looked at me, clearly upset.
“I can’t lose that toy! The sub’s already paid for a private show!”
I scoffed and waved a hand dismissively.
“So what? Cancel it, or say it got lost in shipping.”
Erin groaned in dismay as I looked around for something to clean up with, settling with a… hopefully clean towel tossed over to one side of the couch.
“There’s tracking on it… I can’t just cancel… And besides, do you have any idea how much I charge for a private show?”
She grumbled and looked at me. I shrugged.
“Rent!”
I jerked in surprise as she raised her voice again.
“A month’s rent! If the check bounces, that’s more than a thousand bucks, gone.”
“Damn… Alright, easy…”
I patted at the air, alarmed at the amount. I had no idea she could earn that much for fifteen minutes of sexy acting on the internet! For a total stranger too. She huffed again and crossed her arms as she glared at me. I rubbed at my head, trying to think.
“Uh… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Can’t you just… push it out?”
I did a bit of a gesture as if to demonstrate and she scoffed at me.
“Hah! Good one. You wanna see what happens if I do that?”
She uncrossed her arms and gestured at her belly. I glanced down then back up at her, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“Watch.”
She lifted her legs and… pushed. I could see her belly heaving as it made a faint groaning noise. She let her breath out in a whoosh then sucked in another, pushing down even harder this time. Her butt pushed outwards, her ring squishing out and spreading into a perfect pink little donut, even opening up a little to display a glimpse of the deep dark pink of her insides.
gWOoOORP
Abruptly the toy shifted, popping deeper into her body. Her breath hitched as the lump of the massive toy inside her slowly flattened out under the relentless squeezing of her abdominal muscles, accompanied by a long gurgle.
She let out her breath again and relaxed, gesturing at her belly one more time with a grumpy expression on her face. The toy was now obviously a lot further inside her than before which didn’t really make any sense.
“If I do that again, it’s gone for good.”
She told me in a flat tone of voice, looking up at me in resignation, and sighed.
“Oh well… not like it’s the first time this has happened…”
She shrugged, muttering a little under her breath, and prepared to ‘push’ again.
“Wait!”
I blurted out before I could think twice about what I was saying. She paused to listen expectantly.
“What if I help get it out?”
My face went red at the offer. My mind immediately went back the memory of my head squeezing up between her cheeks and I quickly shook it away as I waited for her reaction. She didn’t immediately balk, which was a good sign, but she looked nervous all over again.
“I-I won’t… I promise, I won’t go in any further than my arms. Elbow deep, that’s close enough to be safe, right?”
She stared up at me for a long moment, then finally nodded.
“Fine. But no deeper.”
The implied threat of an ‘or else’ there was spoiled a bit by the tremor in her voice. I smiled warmly and bent down to get closer.
“I trust you, Erin.”
I met her eyes there on the futon with me on my hands and knees above her while she laid on her back with her knees up by her chest in a rather vulnerable exposed position, giving me full access to her lower parts. She stared back for a moment then blinked and seemed to relax a bit, and I took that as a sign to glance down too.
The smooth curve of her belly shone faintly in the blue-green LED light as I ran my gaze and my fingers over it down to her groin where the deep divot of her asshole awaited, nestled below her perfect pink flower.
I raised both my hands, clasped together in a sort of prayer like position, and gently shoved my knuckles up between her cheeks. Her breath caught in her throat as both fists slipped up inside her with ease, the silky skin of her anal opening letting me enter her with barely any issues. I sighed as her hot slick heat enclosed my fingers up to my wrists and paused there for a moment to enjoy it.
“H-hurry up, I think I can feel it-”
“Yeah, yeah, hold on…”
My lip twisted a little at her urging, but I could tell there was a bit of movement there, like her insides were already squeezing the toy in deeper on their own. I shuffled forwards, sending my forearms up inside her as well, spreading her cheeks further and further apart. She moaned at the stretch even though I hadn’t done anything more than what the toy had done already, and I couldn’t help but grin as she squirmed a little on the bed, her eyes closed.
Another few inches and my fingers tapped the gigantic base of the toy. Thankfully it had a good lip around the bottom, so I curled my fingertips around that and got a solid grip.
Then I pulled.
“AhhhhHHH~!”
Erin’s moan turned into a cute squeak as her whole body jerked with the tug. The toy barely budged, somehow remaining firmly wedged inside her. I frowned, shuffling forwards a little closer until I could brace my knees against the bottom of her pelvis, then tugged again.
sCHLuuuUUuORCK
This time the toy moved, but it was with a very heavy sort of slurp that emanated from deep between my arms. Some kind of… suction…? I grit my teeth, making sure my fingers had a really good grip on the base, then tugged again.
SCHllllooooooOOOOR-
I managed to get it ‘loose’, but as it withdrew with an agonizingly slow wet sucking sound I winced. Erin’s eyes went wide, then squeezed shut. Her hands pressed down between her legs as her thighs quivered. The toy jerked out a little and she squealed, clenching down on my arms and forcing me down a little.
The toy stopped as she held it in place, shuddering through an immense climax. Using the breaks between each contraction, I yanked and pulled and bit by bit managed to draw the base entirely back out into the light. With a soft plup the rim of the toy flopped out of her butt, then inch after inch I drew the entire thing free.
Erin had gone limp by the time I’d gotten halfway, which made it a heck of a lot easier to get the rest of it out. With her no longer clenching or anything I managed to free the toy completely.
I did a double take after I casually dropped the toy to the side. Its exit had revealed a veritable abyss leading deep into Erin’s rear end, a squishy dark tunnel curving away, following the bend of her torso into… Huh? What was that?
I tilted my head as I peered a little closer. A faint sort of pink light was coming from somewhere deep inside her, just around the furthest curve of her anal cavity I could see… I leaned in, trying to get a better angle, when Erin abruptly sat up, crossing her legs as she stuck her hands down in front of my face.
“No! Bad Dave, you got it out, that’s enough.”
She scooted away from me on the bed, giving me a suspicious look at my innocent expression, and I sat back and let my arms rest on my legs. My hands and forearms glistened with some kind of slick, almost oily sort of substance. I rubbed it between my fingers as she collected herself, giving me an almost imperious sort of glare.
“What did you think you were doing?”
I chuckled at her accusing tone.
“I… I thought I saw something. A glow?”
I curled an eyebrow, watching her expression, but she merely blinked in surprise.
“A glow?”
She echoed my words in disbelief and looked down at her belly as I nodded.
“Hm.”
She grunted acknowledgment as she chewed at her lip, her eyes darting to the side.
“What’s wrong?”
At my question she looked at me again and shook her head and waved a hand in the air as if to swat it away.
“Nah. It’s fine, it’s… It’s nothing. Thanks for getting it out. I’m tired, let’s go to bed.”
“Okay…”
I followed, helping her gather our things. She was still subdued as we got ready to go to sleep, but she did thank me again before turning off the light.
I laid there in the darkness for a while, unable to get the memory of that strange glow out of my head. I’d seen something… It was a mystery, and now it was driving me crazy!
Still, sleep eventually claimed me, and that was that.