Southern Hospitality: Chapter 4 – Expectations

Ash awoke feeling cold, he pursed his lips a little and shivered, curling up a little tighter, nude as he was, the action brought little relief from the cool air. He let out a soft murr of discomfort as his mind shook off the cobwebs of lingering dreams, he could see light through his eyelids and wasn’t yet sure whether or not he wanted to open them to discover its source. When he had fallen asleep he had been snuggled up close to the warmth of Laura and he wasn’t sure where she had gone. With that in mind, albeit reluctantly, he opened his eyes, lifting his head and squinting against the faint light of morning that bled in through the curtains as he looked around.

Laura lay beside him, her back to him, the stolen duvet wrapped around her like a cocoon of warmth and comfort, a bastion against the cold that plagued him.

Biting his lip he inched towards her, finding the edge of the duvet and beginning to unwrap her like the gift she was. He had intended to urge his way under the warmth with her, but as she felt the coolness of air against her unprotected back she stirred.

Ash let out a soft beep of surprise as the sleeping form of Laura moved, she rolled, seemingly still asleep, to face Ash, her arms reaching out from the depths of her cocoon to embrace him, pulling him into the warmth of her fortress and squeezing him to her soft body.

He felt the heat of her arms around him, hugging and holding him, one heavy leg lifting up over his waist, the softness of her thigh resting against his body, the fullness of her massive breasts pressed into his face, the docile, but ever-hungry serpent of her cock pressed to the cool skin of his bare stomach.

They slept nude together, as they liked to do, the experience deeply intimate and allowing them both easy access through the night to the object of their mutual lusts and desires.

Ash blushed warmly as he was kept pressed to her mature form, despite the age, culture and interest gap that lay between the two of them they had been quick to develop a very sexually orientated relationship.

A day hadn’t gone by since she had first persuaded him across to hers that hadn’t resulted in her seed being planted somewhere deep inside his body, and while he had been deeply skeptical at first, he had grown to love it, to love the sensations of being filled and fucked, to be able to bring such intense pleasure to someone as intensely beautiful as the woman that lay wrapped around his slender, feminine form.

But all that, he knew, was about to change. Laura had, he knew, been growing guilty of what she was doing with him, not because she felt she was using him, but because in her mind she believed he was beginning to confuse lust with love.

She had orchestrated for him to meet with her niece, a girl he had never in his life met, but one she was confident would be, ‘the one for him’. Ash was unsure. It was Laura who had introduced him to this life and it was Laura he wanted. But he would, for her, meet her niece. But for this morning at least, he still had Laura.

Feeling the softness of her plush, chubby body against his he found his desires waking with him, biting his lip, even as his face was held gently to the softness of her bust, he gently snuck a hand between their bodies, his fingers finding the hot, smooth python locked between their bodies.

He gently wrapped his fingers around its girth and gave it an experimental squeeze, feeling the still bizarre softness of her huge, flaccid cock between his small delicate fingers.

While it didn’t bring Laura to stir, it did cause her sleeping giant to swell ever so slightly, enjoying the early attention.

Even trapped between their bodies he began to gently move his hand up and down, stroking her soft length and doing his best to entice it awake, feeling it swell in the increasingly tight space between them, filling his fingers, becoming harder under his touch.

The added tightness brought by her swelling cock must have made the position, with her lush body pressed as tight as could be to Ash’s own, slightly less comfortable as, with a soft exhaling sigh, Laura gently rolled onto her back, freeing Ash from her grip and freeing her cock from his.

He leaned up on his elbow, lifting the sheets just enough to allow him to peer down across her form, allowing him to drink in the massive mounds of her breasts, rising and falling softly with her gentle breathing, the softness of her stomach and the contrasting hardness of her now erect cock.

It was eager as if it knew what he offered and it wanted to indulge him in his lusts, always eager to be sated.

After looking at her for several long moments, admiringly, he made his decision, reaching to the bedside table for an almost spent bottle of lube.

Laura felt cool, she had been having the sweetest of dreams but someone was softly saying her name, drawing her from the vestiges of sleep. She could feel the air against her skin, but more so she could feel her cock, hard and erect. This wasn’t a rare occurrence, after all, she often woke with morning wood, but, knowing Ash like she did, she doubted it was all her own doing.

She opened her eyes to see him straddling her, sitting up, his legs either side of her waist and hips, he grinned as she woke, she could feel her nipples were hard and could feel the wetness to them, it seemed he had been gently playing with her, enticing her awake.

“A-ah… Ash… Good-oh!” she gasped.

As she made to speak, Ash lowered himself down, he had seemingly not only wetted her nipples but her cock too as she slept and as he sat down, her thick, hard and, apparently well-lubricated shaft spearing and sinking into the tightness of his ass, his tight ring stretching to accommodate the now familiar girth of her cock, the hot walls of his passage squeezing down as she once more filled his body.

Laura arched her back at the sudden sensation, one hand moving to his hip, squeezing affectionately, the other grabbing a fist full of the bedsheets as she let out an appreciative moan, her eyes were half open but glazed over at the sudden wave of pleasure that swept over her.

Ash, his cheeks flushed with colour, his ass radiating what had once been pain but was now only pleasure, looked down on her pleasured expression, raising himself up, his ass almost sucking on the thick cock, intensifying the sensations as he lowered himself back down, not stopping until he felt her balls press against his cheeks.

“A-ah, good morning, Laura~” he teased softly as he slowly lifted himself up and slowly pressed herself down, the hot friction along her sensitive cockhead making her shiver and squirm in delight, the hot tight ring travelling up and down her lubed shaft practically milking her cock.

“Mm! Morning, sweety, ah! Wow, you, you sure do know how to treat a lady.” she breathed softly, writhing her hips to the slow pace he set, meeting him with each movement to multiply both their pleasures.

He bit his lip and looked at her, admiring her beauty, even without her makeup and with her hair all mussed against the pillows, she looked gorgeous. He wasn’t sure why he had decided to treat Laura like this, perhaps it was because part of him feared this would be their last time together, part of him wanted to make her lust after him more, not letting him leave, and, he knew, a part of him just enjoyed having her cock fucking him. Maybe it was none of those things, maybe all three, either way, he wasn’t likely to stop.

Both her hands moved to his hips, sleep dispelled now from her mind all she wanted was more, she had a hot hole wrapped around her morning wood and already she was thinking ahead to spending her first load of the day, anticipating the bliss that came with her first climax, and any climax brought on by Ash.

Ash felt her hands urging him on and was only happy to oblige, lifting himself up and dropping down on her shaft faster and with more abandon, both their hands on his own thighs for guiding support as he rode her cowgirl, or cowboy, given the circumstances.

The room, with its faint hue of light, began to fill with the familiar sounds of sex, their bodies clapping as they met with each bounce, his vocals becoming more and more pronounced, moans mixing with gasps, hers echoing his almost point for point.

He reached out with his hands, leaning forward with his back bowed, pressing one palm into the bed beside her shoulder, his other hand gripping and squeezing her full breast, enjoying the full softness in his hand and the feeling of her hard, thick nipple against his palm.

She moaned out deeply, the shift in his body as he moved making his ass rub in a whole new way against her already stimulated cock, one hand moving to her other breast, mirroring Ash’s grab, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh in her own fingers, chewing on her full lip, looking up at the boy as he keenly rode her cock.

“Ash, ah, much more of this, and you’ll ah, make me cum…” she panted out, noting the look of hope and expectation as it appeared on his face, he wanted it, she knew, wanted to feel the climax of her pleasure.

“Please,” he begged softly, looking down to meet her eye as he moved swiftly, his skin gaining a soft sheen of sweat as he rode her, “Please cum in me!”

Laura bit her lip, watching the slender boy with his own hard, but ignored cock, desperate to make her feel good, to get that validation of having made a woman cum, while that sort of satisfaction didn’t come so readily to her, she wasn’t going to deny it from him.

She doubled down, slamming up into him with a force neither of them expected this early in the morning, the bed creaking under their combined movements, her breasts bouncing in their hands, his ass rippling with each deep pounding it took, she felt the heat rise in her heavy balls, the roiling pleasure that she had been swimming in mounting and rising beyond all else.

Finally, it crested, the wave of pleasure reaching its peak and releasing the power of her climax, a torrent of hot, white cum hammering deep into his ass, filling him with its creamy thickness as she cried out unabashed in pleasure.

Ash arched his back, hilting himself balls deep on her throbbing, pulsing spear as it came, shooting heat into heat inside him of. He gasped and panted in a high pitch with each fresh spend inside of him, his cock hard as steel, and though he didn’t cum, his mind was white with intense pleasure. He couldn’t explain how, but the climax of his partner was bringing him more pleasure than any climax of his own ever could.

She gripped his hip hard in one hand, keeping him impaled on her as she tweaked and played with her nipple in the other, eager to milk every last iota of pleasure she could from his tight ass and from the entire, wonderful experience.

Laura didn’t realise it but she had been holding her breath, suddenly letting it out in a long sigh as her climax waned, her cock still throbbing in his ass, spending every last drop it could as she breathed hard, her hands falling limp beside her on the bed.

Ash continued to, almost subconsciously gyrate his hips, continuing to work her cock with his tight love hole, a soft little laugh escaping through his lips as his own sexual high began to dissipate.

“Mm… What’s so funny?…” Laura asked softly, biting her full lip as Ash finally settled and stilled, sitting on her lap, hard cock beginning to soften inside him as his fingertips traced down her body, resting on her hands which were currently settled at his hips.

“Tell me a week ago, that I would be doing any of this and I wouldn’t have believed you…” he said with a soft grin, looking down at her with affection.

She smiled brightly and pulled him down into a hug, holding his head once more to her pillowy breasts, “Mm, I wonder what you’ll be saying that about in a week’s time?”

He smiled too, though it was softened, his head resting on her as he closed his eyes, letting himself recover his breath. He too wondered, given what the last week had brought him, what the next one would and could deliver.

As they cuddled, languishing in the warm afterglow of sex, he found his thoughts straying from Laura to her niece, trying to picture her in his mind. He imagined her looking just like a younger version of the woman, kinkier and with a higher stamina. He bit his lip, if she was anything like he expected their relationship, not unlike with Laura would be focused almost entirely around their sex life.

After a little while, they forced themselves from the loving embrace of one another, rising to stand.

Ash debated for a while staying, showering, eating and doing his whole morning routine here with Laura, but he knew if he did he would be later home than his mom would expect him to be and he was doing his best, even now, to minimise her suspicions.

After he dressed and Laura pulled on a robe they met, Laura’s hands straying to his soft ass, squeezing it desirably as they kissed, passionate and deep, unable to help themselves, “Mm… You have a good day Ash, pass on my best to my niece will you?”

He swallowed softly as the kiss broke and nodded, chewing his lip, “I don’t even know her name?”

“Amy,” she nodded with a slight smirk, “and she’s got your number, so keep your phone close to you.”

He nodded softly and drew in a breath. He wanted to ask about what would happen between the two of them if things changed, but he didn’t want to make things awkward.

“Alright… Well, you have my number too and I’m just next door,” he said with a smile, which she returned keenly.

“I know sweety. Now go on, run along!” she said with a teasing smirk, folding her arms under her breasts and cocking her head to one side.

He smirked a little and eyed her over, briefly considering kissing her again before he persuaded himself to head for the door, offering her a wave as he made his way out into the cool freshness of day.

It wasn’t a long walk home, being just next door, but what little he did have to cover he did so stealthily, checking the windows for any sign of movement, paranoid that his mom would catch him coming out of Laura’s, cutting across the grass and letting himself in.

As he entered the house he peered around, hearing nothing and, with no greeting ringing out, he assumed she was still in bed.

Letting out a little sigh of relief he made his way upstairs to his room, stripping, dumping his clothes in the dirty laundry hamper and making his way to the shower with a fresh towel wrapped around his waist.

He enjoyed a hot shower, washing the sex from his body and soothing his already used muscles, relaxing in the hot steam, being sure to wash himself very thoroughly, he didn’t know anything about Amy yet, but Laura gave the strong impression that she expected them to meet today, so he did his best to be presentable. Despite his reservations about anyone other than Laura, he’d promised he’d do this, so he would.

He stepped from the shower, dripping and reached for his towel, drying himself and looked towards his phone, left on the edge of the sink. He could see his notification light blipping and he bit his lip.

Drying himself off and collecting his phone he made his way back to his room, still with no sign of his mom. He set the phone down on his desk and finished drying himself off, pulling on a plain black t-shirt and jeans that were a little too tight around his ass, but, he had learned that played to his bodies advantages.

With a soft sigh, he sat down in the comforting familiarity of his computer chair, staring for a few moments at the blank screen before he scooped up his phone, wiping a few droplets of moisture from the screen onto his jeans before switching on the screen and unlocking it.

Aside from the multitude of messages constantly spilling from his group chat with his friends, there was a new text, from an unrecognised number.

‘Hey, this is Amy, is this Ash?’

He found himself hesitating, the fear of the unknown giving him pause. But, everything Laura had shown him had been the unknown and he couldn’t deny how well that had worked out for him.

‘Hey, yeah this is Ash :)’

‘Haha great, I thought my aunt was just messing with me, how r u?’

‘I’m good, u?’

‘I’m good too, so I guess Laura wants us to meet up lol’

Ash bit his lip some, ‘Yeah I guess so lol, anywhere in mind?’

‘There’s a cafe in town, D20, do you know it?’

Ash paused, he did know it, it was a cafe and shop for card games, board games and the like, the nerdier crowd tended to gather there to play card games and socialise in the cafe. He thought back to Laura, who had lured him in by using something he was familiar with, computers. He wondered if this was the case too with Amy, inviting him somewhere he was familiar with to make him more at ease, more susceptible to her inevitable advances.

He smirked a little, he had her all figured out.

‘Yeah I know it, when do you wanna meet?’

‘Whens good for u?’

‘2pm?’

‘I’ll see you there x’

He read the last text from Amy and put down his phone, smiling a little. He would probably enjoy himself, enjoy the seduction game he was sure Amy was going to play. Having the advantage of knowing she was going to play it, he was curious as to whether there was any way to make it more interesting. Maybe he would play all sweet and innocent, only unleashing himself when she finally persuaded him back to her bed, or wherever for her illicit wants. Or maybe he would play feisty and hard to get.

Despite his concerns, he found himself more and more looking forward to it. He glanced towards the clock on his phone, 2 pm was forever away, which would give him ample time to catch up on his youtube and make a show to his friend’s group chat, not to mention show his face to his mom, when she woke up, and grab some breakfast.

The morning progressed without much incident, he watched youtube, heard his mom begin to move around the house and joined her for breakfast. She was curious, asking lots of questions, always with that deceptively knowing smirk, but he kept his cards close to his chest.

After they were done he faced the same intrigued interrogation courtesy of his friends via Facebook messenger and continued to catch up on his internet content.

By the time one rolled around he was quite relaxed, the normality of his morning after his early encounter with Laura instilling a sense of regularity in him, though he found himself still looking forward to a sex pest version of the already prolific Laura, the prospect fueling his innate curiosity.

He explained to his mom that he was going out, though she just casually waved a hand, a bemused expression on her face as he made his way from the house, running his fingers through his hair and putting his headphones in, beginning the walk to the bus stop.

The short walk was followed by a longer bus ride, the vehicle was pretty empty, only a few others joining him on the journey as he listened to music and checked his phone for texts and messages.

Amy had been quiet since their agreed time and place, though he doubted she would be late.

When the bus pulled into town he found himself in familiar, if not too frequently visited surroundings, he only really came into town when his friends wanted to go somewhere, or there was something on at the cinema, or to go shopping, but he’d been here often enough to know his way around, particularly to D20.

He made his way through the streets, enjoying the contrast between now, confident and ready for the forwardness of Amy, and before, when he had been entirely unprepared for Laura’s advancements.

He arrived at the cafe just a few minutes past two and began to scan the groups of people, picking out a few familiar faces, no one he really knew, but people who he saw here often.

He picked her out almost immediately, sat alone she wasn’t entirely what he had expected, but close enough to draw his eye. She was a curvy girl, not unlike her aunt, with a very full chest partly obscured by her arms holding a cup, her face was quite different to Laura’s and not just for its youthfulness, he could still pick them out as being family, but no one would mistake them for each other.

She sat looking around a little anxiously, her skin pale, her hair, neck length, was tucked back behind one ear and to his delight was the colour of the sunrise, a gorgeous natural array of oranges. She wore glasses over her wide, pale blue eyes and she fidgeted, lowering one hand from her cup to gently pluck at the long sleeve of her emerald coloured turtleneck sweater.

She looked, he thought, like a young librarian, her full longbow lips a vibrant red, a cup of coffee held in one hand which she lifted, taking a gentle sip. He watched with a slight smirk as her glasses steamed up a little, her lips leaving a red tint on the white rim of the cup.


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He approached her and made to sit opposite her, surprised at the sudden company she looked up from her cup, her pale cheeks colouring noticeably as she struggled to see through the fog on her glasses, only once it had faded did her eyes light up with recognition. Ash knew then that Laura must have shown her a picture of him, though he was curious as to which one of their selection she could’ve used.

“Hey, Amy, right?” he said, smiling warmly as he settled in his chair opposite her.

She swallowed gently, “Ah, yes, Ash… It’s er, nice to meet you!” she said, her gentle voice quavering some.

He smiled warmly as she set her cup down, he noticed that her massive bust was, in fact, slightly resting on the table edge, something she didn’t seem to notice.

“You seem a little nervous, are you alright?” he asked with a soft smile, trying to figure out her angle and gameplan.

Her cheeks flushed with a brighter hue, a little embarrassed, “Oh I’m fine, sorry, I just, you know, I’ve never been on a date before.”

“You haven’t?” He replied, voice a little surprised, as he looked her over, her curvy figure with its substantial bust, beautiful face and seemingly lovely disposition, he could hardly believe she’d never dated before.

She shook her head, her arms resting on the table, clasping her cup. “No, never…”

He tilted his head some, pursing his lips, “…I don’t believe you.”

She blinked and looked over at him, her pale blue eyes scanning him over through the slightly reflective glint of her glasses, the slim young boy, as beautiful as the pictures and everything Laura had said he would be. She bit her lip.

“Why… Why not?” she asked, her voice uncertain.

He tilted his head, “Well, I mean, you’re gorgeous?”

She blushed crimson now, lifting her cup to all but hide her face behind it. “A-ah, you’re too kind Ash, really.”

Ash eyed her for a couple long moments, “Mm, I’m just going to grab a drink, can I get you another coffee?” he asked with a smile, though he was a little suspicious.

“Oh, please, um, white, sugar,” she asked and reached a hand down towards her pants but he waved her away.

“I’ll pay, don’t worry.”

She smiled her thanks, albeit shyly and he stepped away to the cafe counter, placing an order for a coffee for her and a coke for himself. As he waited, he watched her.

She was nervous, anxious, shy and embarrassed. As he stood there watching her finish her first coffee, he began to realise just how wrong he had been.

He had thought her to be like Laura, a strong confident woman looking to score a prize, the prize being his ass. But as he watched her he came to the slow realisation that that wasn’t the case at all.

If this was an act, it was flawless, it seemed to him that she was being genuine and honest in her embarrassment.

The serving girl handed him the two drinks and he walked slowly back to the table, re-evaluating Amy as he lowered himself into the seat, sliding her drink across to her.

Her face lit up in a smile as her hands closed around the cup, enjoying the warmth as she spoke, “Ah, thank you.”

He noted as he sipped his coke that she lacked the southern drawl of her aunt. “So… Really your first date?”

She smiled shyly and nodded, glancing about, “Y-yeah, I um… I’m not very good with boys. I’ve had a couple of bad experiences… You know, things go well, we get close, we get closer and… I er, probably shouldn’t talk about my ex’s, should I?”

Ash smiled reassuringly, “It’s okay, it’s good for me to know what they did wrong so I don’t make the same mistake. I guess they were surprised to find out about your…” He glanced down meaningfully.

She blushed very brightly, glancing around as if suddenly the centre of attention for everyone in the room, “You, you know about…”

“Your extra package?” he asked, a soft smirk on his lips.

“O-oh, you do know.” she swallowed, looking at him with a more interested expression, “And… You don’t mind?”

Ash eyed her for a few moments, he was beginning to suspect that she knew nothing about what Ash and Laura had gotten up to. He thought then that he understood, Laura had wanted to keep him, he knew, but she had said she was sharing him with her niece for his own good. He knew now that it hadn’t just been his own good, but the good of her niece. This young beautiful gem, alone in the world because of a few bad experiences. Laura hadn’t only set him up with her, she had practically trained him to help her.

It was quite a contrast, with Laura he had been shy and anxious, her the confident one, but with Amy, the roles were reversed, he was the one confident in what he wanted, she the shy anxious one.

“Ash?” she said, voice tentative, interrupting his train of thought as he had apparently spaced out.

“Hm? Oh, mind? I don’t mind, quite the opposite, actually.” he said with a sly smile.

Amy sipped her coffee to hide her reaction, glancing away.

“So…” he said softly, drawing her attention back to him, “Do you come here often?”

“Not often, but sometimes, I play Magic with a few cosplay friends of mine.” She said, biting her lip.

“Oh, that’s pretty cool. Who have you been cosplaying as recently?”

She looked genuinely surprised that he understood what she was saying, “Just a character from a video game, she’s called Mei who is-”

“Overwatch? Right?” He said, perking up.

Her eyes widened further, “Y-yeah? You know it?”

“I play it!”

You do?” She said, her voice becoming eager, excited.

He nodded and smiled brightly, also finding himself surprised by their unexpected connection.

They couldn’t help themselves, he wasn’t sure what sort of family and friends she had aside from Laura, but with his friends being completely disinterested in gaming and computers, their mutual nerdy interests limited mostly to films like the Marvel and Star Wars, he found it a welcoming experience to find someone to be able to discuss these things with.

The more they talked about things she enjoyed the more she came out of her shell, her personality creeping out, proving to be bubbly and full of mirth. She was quick to laugh and quicker to smile, enjoying his company and their discussion.

The date didn’t go at all like had expected, he had gone into it expecting a farce of a date preluding her real interests and, he thought, his own, getting the formality of conversation at the way so they could indulge in sex.

But the more they talked the less he found himself thinking about it. He had, of course, early in the conversation been stealing glances, like any red-blooded boy, at her huge bust, enjoying their subtle movement as she laughed, but now, more and more, he found himself caught in her eyes, the pale blue of them entrancing as they talked, her gorgeous full red lips almost always curled up in a warm smile.

Their attitude towards one another warmed, their chemistry strong and their hobbies aligned, he found his interests in her deepening. As their couple of hours together passed, he found himself wanting to see her again.

He found out that while her passions were primarily gaming and cosplay, she enjoyed a little amateur photography to go alongside her cosplaying and, professionally, was a graphic designer with, she said, a decent portfolio.

Her smile was infectious and, while his experience with the fairer sex was limited almost entirely to Laura, her interest in him was written across her face and while he wasn’t yet sure just what he had found in her, she had found someone around her age,  with interests akin to hers who was sweet, cute and, above all, accepting of her uniqueness.

Men looked at her often, with a body like hers, without them knowing her secret, she expected it. More and more people were enjoying curves like hers, but she had never felt comfortable under their eyes, without knowing who and what she really was, their looks seemed lecherous.

But with Ash, like the rest of them he looked, and why wouldn’t he, he found her attractive. But somehow it felt different, complimentary, he found her attractive and around him she almost felt it.

“So um… Can we meet again? Maybe I can come across to yours for a few drinks?” she asked, smiling hopefully.

It was his turn, for pretty much the first time since they had met to feel embarrassed, “Ah, I er, still live with my mom…”

She smiled, tucking a strand of loose hair behind one ear, “That’s fine, we’ll work something out, I’ll text you?” she asked, moving to stand.

He followed her actions, standing with her and smiled, “Please do.”

They spent an instant looking at each other, just a quick sweep of the eyes, her taking in the slender frame of his body, him the full curves of hers. They caught each other’s gaze and smiled. It was hard to tell where things could go between them, but he found himself wanting to find out.

They stepped outside together and the coolness of the afternoon sent a little chill down Ash’s back, but Amy, wrapped up warm in her sweater simply smirked, cosily warm in her outfit.

“So um, I’m going this way?” he pointed down the road, smiling a little hopefully.

“Mm, I’m going the other way, so I will have to love you and leave you for now then.” she bit her lip for a moment then stepped in, tugging him into her arms, giving him a tight hug. Like her aunt, she stood a little taller than him and he felt the swell of her huge breasts against his neck through her sweater as she squeezed him, leaning down to kiss him ever so softly on the cheek, “Ash I really, really enjoyed today. I hope I see you soon.”

He smiled brightly, his cheeks flushed lightly with colour from either the kiss or the cold, she couldn’t tell. “You will.”

She smiled and let him go, walking away up the road. Ash stood there for a few moments watching her, watching her figure as she walked, the swaying of her hips, the shifting of her ass under her trousers. She looked back just once, a shy little smile as their eyes met.

She rounded a corner and was gone, Ash let out a low sigh, not allowing himself the guilt of the confliction he felt, he just wanted to enjoy the moment.

His bus journey home was uneventful, but having been fooled once when he first met Laura he made sure to wipe the lipstick mark off of his cheek, not fancying a repeat of the embarrassment of its late discovery.

As the day wore into evening more and more his thoughts turned to this internal enigma. Sat at his PC he reclined, the only light in the room the white hum from his monitor, he picked up his phone and stared at the black screen.

Amy was beautiful, kind, his age, interesting, with a life aligned with his. He thought back to their date, Amy sat across from him, cup clasped in her delicate fingers, sunset hair falling across one eye, her ruby lips curled up in a smirk, her full heavy breasts clad in a size enhancing emerald sweater gently resting on the edge of the table.

Then there was Laura. Laura oozed sexuality, every movement, every action laced with an ingrained passion and desire, pure confidence and lust. Her maturity only serving to add to her, her figure no less attractive for it, her experience alluring.

He wanted them both, but to add a layer of complexity he’d never thought he would experience, they both wanted him too.

Laura may have guided him into Amy’s company, but he knew if he spurned her and burned that bridge Laura would take him back without a moment’s hesitation.

“Uughhh…” he said out loud, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling. Before when he had been unsure about Laura he had had her confidence to guide him, now she was taking a sideline.

So engrossed in his own thoughts he didn’t hear the knock at his door, it was only when light spilt in from the hallway, his door open a crack that he looked towards the door, surprised.

“I’m not disturbing anything am I?” his mom asked, peering cautiously around the corner.

Paranoid, Ash glanced towards his screen, while he knew it didn’t have anything illicit on it, it was second nature at this point, “Er, no?”

She nodded some and smiled sweetly, “Are you okay?”

“What? Sure? Of course I am.”

She eyed him for a moment, her smile turning into a little bit of a smirk, “You can’t hide anything from me you know, I’m your mom… I know all.”

He snorted a little, wondering what she thought she knew, “It’s nothing, really.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing…” she lured.

He sighed, “I’m just… Stuck between two options. I want both options but I can’t have both. I have to pick.”

“Ahhh I see…” she responded knowingly, “And these two options. Are they like, a decision that would affect your day? Your week? Your year? Your life?”

He shrugged a little, “Maybe a week, maybe my life, I don’t know.”

She nodded slightly, folding her arms under her bust and smiling, recognising more of her own features in his familiar face than any of his absent fathers, “So, it could affect your whole life.”

“I guess, I mean it could.”

“Then,” she smiled, “Think ahead ten, twenty, thirty years, what do the options look like then?”

He thought for a moment. He let his mind fill with thoughts of Laura, she was older than him by a fair bit, twenty or thirty years was a long time, he thought about sex, what would it be like, would she even still be interested in him as he grew older?

His mind switched to Amy and was surprised at himself. He wasn’t thinking about sex, he had no basis to go off of, he was thinking video games, Netflix, friends, family, home, a life. He smiled a little.

“Looks like I can still help from time to time, mm?” she said, recognising his expression.

He bit his lip for a moment and smiled towards her, “Y-yeah, yeah you did. Thanks, mom.” he said, then looked suddenly uncertain.

“Mm, now you’re thinking about how to break the news to the other option, right?”

He blinked at her and nodded meekly.

Her smile was more than a little sly, “I think this is what the other option planned all along… I think the other option just wanted to have it’s fun first. The other option is like that.”

She winked and without another word left his room.

Ash stared at the closed door, utterly bewildered.

Then he started to text Amy.

He told her he’d had a wonderful day and couldn’t wait to see her again. They talked about gaming, about computers, about their daily lives. He discovered she was a few years older than him, obviously not that he minded, they talked about her work as a graphic designer and her passion of cosplay.

‘Do you want to go out drinking tomorrow? To a club or something?’ he messaged her.

‘Idk, I do want to see you again, but I just don’t feel comfortable in groups, I always feel out of place, like I’m being stared at.’

‘But you cosplay right? At conventions and things?’

There was a long pause between messages before she replied.

‘That’s different.’

‘How? :)’

‘It’s just when I go out as myself people see this awkward, shy, nervous big girl. I feel everyone’s always looking at me, judging. But when I go out in cosplay, people look at me and don’t see me, they see her, the character, you know what I mean?’

‘I think I understand, It’s alright, I’ll think of something 🙂 I’ll message you, okay?’

‘Okay! x x’

Ash pursed his lips some and leaned back, thinking for a while, turning a few potential ideas over in his mind, then opened the group chat with his friends.

‘Hey! I know it’s a little last minute but would you all be up to coming along if I had a little party at mine tomorrow? It has to be a costume party!’

The girls were hesitant, it was very last minute and the idea of having to come in costume put them off a little, but he had one last trick up his sleeve to convince them.

‘My girlfriend will be there?’

Understandably, the chat exploded.

It took him a little while to pull himself free from the chat, unable to answer half the questions they were throwing at him about Amy as he himself knew very little about her, it was a little presumptuous of him to call her his girlfriend, but he doubted she would mind.

Tearing himself away from the frantic bustle of the group chat, allowing them to speculate amongst themselves he began to scour the internet, for something he had been looking forward to all day since their date.

He had worried he wouldn’t be able to find it, that she may have used a tag or a pseudonym, but, to his luck, he found her cosplay and photography Tumblr. It seemed she valued having her name on her work above that of her privacy online and he could see why, the pictures she had posted on her blog were stunning and were worth being proud of.

But despite how beautiful her urban and nature pictures were, it wasn’t what he was there for. He found what he was looking for easy enough and, to his delight, he found it in abundance.

She took photos of her cosplay outfits, not posing erotically or modelling them, but, it seemed, simply showcasing her designs and outfits, again, proud of her work. She seemed to focus her cosplay efforts on accuracy as opposed to sexiness, though, in several cases the two overlapped.

Despite her efforts not to draw attention to her body and figure, hoping it seemed that attention would be drawn to the details of her outfit, some outfits just flaunted her sexuality.

He was sure that it would be these outfits that she would be the least confident in as their designs, while plain, worked because of her substantial curves.

Notable, was an outfit that, according to the captions and dates she had only recently finished and not yet had the confidence to flaunt.

He bit his lip, scrolling through the pictures of Amy as Natasha Romanova, Marvels Black Widow. The black fabric clung tightly to her curvy figure, the low v of the unzipped top display a very generous quantity of her cleavage.

He felt a tightness in his boxers and found himself subconsciously shuffling his butt, feeling the beginnings of an itch, but forced himself to stay focused.

He messaged Amy again, ‘Hey! So um, I’m going to have a party tomorrow night, a costume one! I know you said, you weren’t into groups, but, I figured if it was costume you could come in cosplay? I’ll be dressed up too! And there won’t be any strangers, just you, me and my friends.’

There was a long hesitation before she replied, ‘Ahhh, fine, alright, only because I really want to see you again. Now I just have to figure out what to wear.’

‘You know, I really liked the look of that Black Widow outfit!’

‘You really liked that one? I didn’t think it suited me x’

‘I think you looked absolutely stunning Amy x’

‘Hmm. Okay, but if I want to leave, I leave okay? Xx’

‘Okay :)’ Ash hit send and set his phone down, thinking ahead to tomorrow and thinking about his friends.

They weren’t PC owning gamers like him, but they would recognise her stunning Black Widow outfit. Hopefully, that combined with what he had told them would instantly endear her to his friends, letting her easily fit in.

Now he only had to figure out what he was going to wear.

The next day rolled around and he texted her frequently throughout, even as he had made his way into and back from town, visiting a costume shop for his own would be costume.

His plan was riding on the reaction of his friends, which he could be pretty sure of, and her reaction, which he felt a little less sure about.

But first, he had to overcome another obstacle before him.

He poked his head around the kitchen door, spotting his mother standing by the kitchen table, folding clothes, a radio in the background playing pop music that she slowly rolled her hips to. He wanted to quip that she was a little too old to be dancing like that, but it wouldn’t be a strong opening for what he wanted to ask.

“Mooooom?” he asked, stepping into the room with a vibrant smile.

“Uh oh,” she said, smirking as she looked up at him.

“What?” he said, trying to sound offended by her scepticism.

“You know I know that that specific tone means you want something.” she tilted her head, “So, what is it?”

“Well… Do you want to go across to Laura’s tonight?” he asked.

She raised her eyebrows, stopping her folding as she eyed him curiously, “You mean like, together?”

“Well, no, not exactly… I mean, just you.”

She smirked then, “Uhhuh… Got a girl coming over I guess?”

“Probably eight or nine?….”

“Ash!” she gasped, but he raised his hands defensively!

“Just my friends just my friends, jeez!” he laughed a little and she shook her head sighing.

“I guess I have no choice. I would be a terribly uncool mother if I prevented my son from hanging out with eight or nine girls,” she said, mirth in her voice.

He smiled, “Thanks, mom.”

“Yeah yeah, I best go around and make sure Laura will be in this evening hm?…”

He smiled plaintively, “I’ll uh, finish folding the clothes.”

“Oh well that alone makes it all worthwhile,” she said, voice oozing with sarcasm as she smirked, making her way from the room.

Ash smiled as he heard her put on shoes and leave the house, his hands folding the clothes slowly, but with precision.

It was all coming together. All he had to do was not fuck it up.

Calling in another favour from his mom after she returned and informed him that she would be spending the evening at Laura’s he managed to persuade her to go on a run for beer and snacks, she was hesitant about the beer part, but recollected her own youth and the fun she had had at Ash’s age when a little alcohol was involved.

With the alcohol in, his mom out the house and just about everything ready, he had but to wait.

The evening rolled around and his friends arrived, they were all dressed in a variation of slutty this and barely covered that, providing plenty of eye candy that usually would’ve given him blue balls, but today he hardly even noticed.

They met him with smiles and hugs, lamenting that it had been so long since they had all been together and as the girls filed in, the music started, the lights dimmed and the party begun.

His friends, the girls, were all well accustomed to partying together and he was sure it only took two of them to get a party going in full swing, so having the full gaggle made it easy.

They all laughed and joked about his choice of costume, but that was a necessary component of the evening, he had bought himself the worst Hulk costume he could, a padded onesie providing the general outline and fake muscles, combined with a simple plastic mask for effect, in the room of beautiful girls, dressed to the nines with luscious outfits he recognised as mostly being from the previous year’s Halloween, his poor costume stood out, which he hoped, would alleviate some of Amy’s embarrassment.

She arrived on time, and as he opened the door, they took each other’s breath away.

He had seen pictures of her online, in her Black Widow outfit, but it hadn’t prepared him for seeing her like this, the black outfit clinging to her lush curves everywhere but her breasts, which, as per the costume, was unzipped enough to show the premium amount of flawless cleavage.

Amy, on the other hand, as a cosplayer looked shocked, “…Oh, my god Ash that has to be the absolute worst Hulk I’ve ever seen!”

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head and raising the uncomfortable mask as he stepped aside, letting her walk in in her heels, “I know, I-”

He didn’t even manage to get out a full sentence before the first of the girls approached Amy, they were so just curious they just couldn’t help themselves.

“Isn’t it awful!?” she giggled lightly, “He’s hosting this party and he’s got the worst costume here!” she grinned, bumping her shoulder against his, “But he’s our idiot I guess!” she paused, turning her attention to Amy, smirking, “Well, your idiot now, I guess?”

She opened her mouth to respond but another girl stepped up, “Oh my God!! Is that a Black Widow outfit?! You look so good!!!” she took Amy by one arm and tugged her deeper inside, the other girl walking alongside them, Amy flashing Ash a helpless, ‘help me’ look as he shut the door, smirking.

Amy was flustered and way out of her comfort zone as the girls all but swarmed her, her anxieties and nerves almost getting the best of her as they talked about her, it wasn’t until she started to actually listen to what they were saying that she started to think otherwise.

“Oh my god I wish I had a figure like that! Look at the size of these! They’re so big I’m so totally jealous.”

“And look at her hair! That’s not a wig! That’s actually her hair, do you think it’s dyed?”

“I don’t think so, that’s her natural red!”

“And her makeup is on point!!”

Before she knew what was happening she found a beer in her hand, a comforting addition which she sipped from eagerly, as she tried to answer all of their questions about her hair, makeup, outfit, bust size, butt size, clothes, other outfits she had, hairstyles, methods, everything!

Ash, couldn’t help but smile, he loved his friends, he really did, her social anxieties he could tell had almost turned against her, but his friends had instantly made Amy one of them, their friendliness and keenness to meet the woman who had caught Ash drawing her out of her shell without her even realising what was happening.

It took some time, but Ash was finally able to pry her away from them and they began to talk amongst themselves, drinking, dancing and generally partying.

“W-wow… Your friends are um… Really nice,” Amy said as she sank down into a chair beside Ash, eying his costume once more with disdain before she smirked, “Though I feel pretty socially exhausted.”

He laughed a little and nudged her a little, drawing a wider smile from her, “Yeah, but you’re enjoying yourself?”

She nodded without hesitation, “Yes, I am, actually.”

He smiled and they relaxed for a while together on the sofa, talking and drinking, a buzz coming across them as they nattered on.

After a while they were playing games with the girls, card games and drinking games, their inhibitions lowering with each drink.

They played, they drunk and they danced and as the evening wore on and the alcohol ran out, the girls decided they were going to go to one of theirs to continue to the party where the beer was plentiful.

Ash and Amy were both invited, but to the amusement and subsequent catcalling of the other, they both refused.

To avoid the embarrassment Amy tidied away the worst of the mess, just distracting herself as Ash said goodbye to his friends, seeing the last of them to the door and out into the night.

As he shut the door, he felt Amy’s hands on his waist, her body to his back.

He looked over his shoulder and up at her, smiling.

“Can we… You know…”

He nodded and smirked, “You know, I didn’t really think all this through, I’m never going to hear the end of that ‘Hulk smash’, joke.”

She giggled some as they walked upstairs, each holding onto the handrails for support, both of them with cheeks flushed with colour from the alcohol as they made their way towards Ash’s room.

As she walked ahead of him he smiled up at her, her ass, clad tightly in its black bodysuit was rounded and wonderfully full, but despite himself, Ash found himself looking higher, at the smile on her full red lips as she looked back, meeting his gaze.

They walked into his room and he shut the door, closing the mess of the after party behind him and turning to look to Amy, smiling shyly as she eyed him.

“Well?” he asked, grinning knowingly.

She moved towards his bed and sat down on the edge, “Well… I had a wonderful time, Ash… Thank you, for you know, getting me to come out and do this. It was so much fun.”

Smiling and tossing his mask aside he moved to sit beside her on the bed, delicately placing his hand on hers.

“The fun doesn’t have to be over yet, you know.”

She looked at him and bit her full lip, uncertain, “Ash… I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

He smiled warmly, reassuring, “I do?”

She swallowed, her reservations and her confidence issues showing on her face, she still didn’t believe anyone could truly be interested in someone like her, he could see her expression, it was like she was waiting for the prank to be revealed.

“So… What you just take it out?” she said.

He laughed a little and shook his head, “No, no, that’s not where we start.”

She blushed, “Then… Where do we start?”

“Here,” he said softly, and leaned up and in, his lips finding hers, pressing in, warm and brief.

She tilted her head down into the kiss that only lasted a couple of moments, their lips parting, her forehead and nose resting against his, eyes closed.

This time it was Amy that sought out the kiss, again pressing her lips to his, each enjoying the plushness of the other’s lips, the sweet taste of what they had been drinking and the desire that built up inside them.

Their kiss broke, but only briefly, they met, again and again, a series of gentle, tentative butterfly kisses as he rested a hand on her thigh, her moving to rest hers on his arm.

She moved her arms around him and he repositioned his body to make the turn of his head less awkward, her full breast pressing at his chest through their outfits as they made out, their hands caressingly lightly over each other, though they kept it PG.

After a few long moments, Amy broke the kiss, her lips parted, her eyes searching as she looked deep into his, “Do you… Do you really want me?” she asked, her voice uncertain, she was making herself vulnerable.

“I want to love you. I want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you.” he bit his lip a little, “And I really really want to make you feel good.” he said, the alcohol opening him up to her.

She stared at him for a few long moments then smiled a little, sheepish, “At Least that means we’ll get you out of that ridiculous outfit.”

He grinned a little and stood, turning and unzipping the back of the costumes top, he worked it down his body, all the while under the watchful gaze of Amy.

She watched as it fell away to reveal his slender boyish form, smooth and delicate she felt her arousal stir, he worked the suit down over his hips, revealing grey boxers as he continued to let the fabric slide to the floor.

He stepped out of the costume, bare now save for his boxers and socks and looked back to her with a sly smirk, “See something you like?”

She nodded meekly and stood too, fingers toying with the zip of her outfit, her face flushing crimson, “Can… Can we turn the lights off?”

He eyed her for a moment, recognising her desire to continue conflicting with her doubts, he nodded amicably, “Of course.”

He did as she asked and stepped to the door, flicking the lights off and plunging them both into darkness, the only lights in the room now just a couple of LED’s on his sleeping PC monitors.

“T-thanks,” she said and he moved towards the bed, sitting down heavily so the noise would indicate to Amy where he was.

He heard her moving, heard the sound of fabric over skin and heard her moving around. It took a few minutes longer for her to free herself from her outfit than it did for Ash, but he knew it would be worth the wait.

He felt the bed depress slightly to his side and knew that she too had sat down, in the same positions as they had been before, except fewer clothes and in the dark.

He reached his hand out and it brushed against hers, he caught it, holding it and giving it a squeeze as he leaned in. His lips pressed against her shoulder, skin bare and warm under his lips and he adjusted his aim, kissing up her shoulder to her neck, smelling her perfume, now mixed with the scents of the party, he kissed there too and she sighed, tilting her head a little to the side, allowing him more access.

He kissed over the soft skin of her neck then up to her jaw, as he did she turned her head and met him once more in a kiss, as before it started slow, soft and gentle, but the pace was far greater this time, it deepened faster and before either of them knew it, as they had been before, their tongues were dancing, mingling and exploring, they were clumsy, inexperienced and inebriated, but they didn’t care.

He placed a hand on her bare thigh and squeezed the bare flesh, soft and giving, he caressed over the silkiness, her own hands grew bolder, one on his upper back, the other on his stomach, caressing, learning.

She broke the kiss and his hands left him, he sat there, uncertain as to if she had gotten cold feet, “Are you okay?…” he asked, breathily.

“Just… Just getting my bra…”

He heard the soft noise of fabric hitting his floor and felt his heart skip a beat.

Biting his lip he moved up the bed, laying down on his side, “Come join me?…”

After a moment he heard her move, felt her settle beside him and he leaned across, resting one hand on the smooth skin of her supple stomach, leaning in to once more find her lips with his.

He could feel the warmth radiating from her cheeks as they kissed, her hands slinking around him, one on his hip, one on his lower back.

Their kiss deepened and he gently slid his hand up her side, the tops of his fingers meeting the warmth of the underside of her full breasts.

She didn’t pause or hesitate so he continued, raising his fingers, pressing his palm into the underside of her weighty breasts, his fingers sinking into the softness as he lightly squeezed, one fingertip falling atop an erect nipple.

He adjusted his grip slightly so the thick nipple fell between two of his fingers, which he squeezed, she broke the hiss to exhale against his lifts, a soft moan coming with it.

As the kiss broke he took the opportunity to lower his head, his lips finding and locking around the nipple between his fingers which themselves moved lower to cup the breast, she let out another soft moan as Ash pressed his face into the softness of her breast, his nose and chin pressing against her as he sucked on the eager nub, his tongue working around her nipple.

She reclined on the bed, feeling his hand and mouth explore and enjoy her full bust, the pleasure causing her cock, still confined in her underwear to swell.

One hand moved from his hip to his head, lacing through his silky hair to hold his mouth a little tighter to her nipple, her other hand slid down from his lower back, under the elasticated band of his boxers to rest on the plushness of one of his cheeks.

His other hand worked down to one of her thighs as he continued to tease and pleasure her nipple, pressing his ass back into her hand, prompting her to start groping and squeezing him, her breathes coming faster.

After a couple of minutes of groping and squeezing had passed, Ash having switched to give her other thick nipple the same treatment, not wanting it to feel left out, he leaned up and kissed her, gently biting at her thick lower lip for a moment, “Want… Want more?” he asked, soft and keen.

“Y-yeah…” she replied just as softly, audibly swallowing between pants.

He nodded a little and moved down, but as he did she moved to lay on her side facing him, “Turn around…”

“Like, with my back to you?” he asked, unsure.

“N-no… I mean… Top to bottom.”

Uncertain but happy to oblige he did so, after a moments manoeuvring he felt her hands on him, urging him closer. He moved as directed and felt her breasts pressing against his stomach, her stomach to his chest, and realised they were, in essence, sixty-nining on their side.

She hesitated for a moment, anxious and he took the first action.

She inhaled as she felt his fingers hook under the band on her panties, the thin lacey fabric being urged down over her thighs.

She mimicked his actions with his boxers, tugging them down slowly as she felt his fingers, gently and questing find her cock, caressing the semi-hard length and wrapping it around the base, weighing it, judging it’s size in the dark based off of its girth and weight.

It felt bigger than his, but smaller than Laura’s, eagerly, he lifted it to his lips and kissed what turned out to be a hooded tip, it was a new sensation for them both.

He felt her following his footsteps, her hand closing around his hard cock, her lips bumping against his sensitive cockhead.

He moved his hand to the middle of her shaft and pushed, the hood of her swelling cock pulling back to reveal her own cock head, which he instantly took into his mouth, the wet warmth of his tongue and cheeks closing in around the virgin tip, welcoming it into a new world of intense pleasure.

Amy gasped, momentarily taken aback by the rush of pleasure, that all but removed her hesitation, the pleasure overriding her lack of self-confidence and any reservations that remained.

She pushed her head forward, taking the length of his cock into her mouth, feeling the hot tip rub against the entrance to her throat causing her to gag a little, blush and focus instead on the length and tip that she could take with ease.

He moaned around her cock as he felt the heat of her mouth surround and engulf his own, the heat and wetness driving him to deliver the same experience to Amy.

Fully erect now she was a different experience to her aunt, her cock was shorter but fatter, thick like a beer can that stretched his lips, the head of her cock engorged, the tip incredibly silky under his lips and tongue as he worked it over, focusing on rolling his lips over what he knew to be the most sensitive part of her.

Amy let out a shuddering gasp and caught Ash completely off guard, his mouth suddenly flooded with her hot seed, he moved his hands to her thighs, squeezing and moving, on instinct, to pull back, but he found a hand on the back of his head, holding him there his lips just over the crest of her crown as the hot seed pulsed onto his tongue, the size of the load was impressive and with no other option presenting itself, he began to swallow, his throat expanding as he let the thick load slide down his throat.

The tip of her cock was swollen between his lips, his jaw wide and his own cock, for the moment at least, forgotten as Amy lost herself to the pleasure of her first climax without using her hands, her sizable smooth balls twitching as they spent their pent up load.

As her pulses slowed to a trickle she slowly began to grind her hips forward, working the thick tip deeper into his mouth, milking out every last moment of pleasure that she could.

After a few moments had passed he felt her start to move, releasing his head, he was worried she would be embarrassed for having finished so quickly, or suddenly apprehensive, as he sometimes felt after climaxing and suddenly wondering to himself how he had been enjoying what she was watching.

Just as her cock head was about to pop free from his lips, the member regaining a little bit of its spongy softness she rolled, to his surprise, towards him. He let out a muffled gasp as he found himself on his back, suddenly feeling her above him.

She rested, panting softly, a thick plush thigh either side of his head, her cock, deflating softly still between his lips, as the warmth of her chubby form rested atop of him, pillowy and soft her body was luxurious.

“S-sorry… It’s my first time…” she said, her voice heavy with lust as her tongue dragged up the length of his still hard cock.

He wanted to tell her it was okay, but pinned to the bed with her cock still between his lips, even in it’s softening state, the head slipping back behind its hood, he couldn’t talk.

She lowered her head, her breasts weighing heavier on his chest as she sank down, taking his cock back between her lips, continuing her own efforts and enjoying the warm sheath her semi-hard cock was in.

He moaned around it, feeling the tight suction of her lips rolling over his shaft, her tongue pressing against the top of it as she worked him over.

As she sucked his cock, focused entirely on her task her felt a forboding throb, her cock, invigorated by youth and eagerness was once more swelling in his mouth, her second wind already upon her even as he began to draw close.

Her hips, almost subconsciously began to move, pushing her cock down deep into the welcoming pleasure she knew his mouth offered, her mind fully focused however on his cock, drawing to draw him to climax even as she started to slowly make love to his mouth.

Encased under her warmth he was helpless to protest as the thickness stretched his lips, the lowest point in each of her movements resting the heavy orbs of her balls against his face.

He felt his climax start to rise as her pace picked up, her thick cock slamming into the back of his throat, causing a slew of wet sticky noises as it tried to press into his throat, but was unable to find the angle.

His eyes closed, his hands gripping the sheets he felt the sudden electric pulse of his cock, the tensing and hardening, his breaths coming harder, when they could come at all, around her hard, sticky shaft.

He vaguely heard her whimper in surprise as he erupted into her mouth, returning the gift, if not in quite as great a volume.

He spent his ropes of cum between her lips, the pleasure rolling through his mind in waves of ecstasy, before, sooner than hers had, he felt his orgasm begin to subside.

As he pulsed his last onto her tongue and, as he had done for her, waiting until the mouthful was collected, she wallowed, panting softly as she drew back, kissing his cock as it started to wilt.

After several long moments, she swung her leg off of him, the coolness of the air hitting him like a wall now that the softness of her chubby form was no longer on top of him.

“A-ah… Amy… That… That was-”

“Can I fuck you?… Please?” she said, cutting him off, an edge of eagerness in her voice as she moved to kneel in the dark, his eyesight, adjusted now to the black room just able to make out her form and figure above him.

“O-okay?” he said, still recovering his breath from before.

She hesitated for a few long moments, as he leaned up on his elbows, trying to decide how she should go about this.

As she started to move around towards his legs he took the studious decision to wet his fingers, reaching between his cheeks and wetting his hole, her cock was glistening with spit, cum and pre, but every extra drop would help, and he could tell she was so singularly focused on the goal she would forget such a trivial matter as lubrication.

It seemed he was right as, urging him onto his side she straddled one of his legs, raising the other to rest over her hip.

He felt her shuffle, felt her fat cock slide up between his cheeks to give his hole a delicate kiss, then she pushed forward.

He gasped, feeling the head, thicker than any he had taken before begin to push inside his body, his noises, squirmed and the sensations of heat and tightness beckoning to Amy were more than enough to convince her to continue, one hand squeezing his plush cheek, the other gripping his leg and holding it in place as she continued her conquest.

Slowly but without pause or hesitation, she fed her cock into him, millimetre by millimetre, gasp meeting moan as their bodies connected.

Ash felt sweat on his skin as his hole was stretched, each new inch of meat pressed into him raising him to new heights of both pain and pleasure, it wasn’t pleasant, but he wanted it all the same.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he felt her heavy balls press up against his ass, but the pain was already dulling, she seemed to have recognised his discomfort in his movements and noises as she paused once fully inside him, both relishing the new portfolio of pleasure that surrounded her cock and allowing him time to adjust to her.

“Are… Are you okay?” she asked, tentative.

“Y-yes…” he said softly, even as his hands gripped the sheets, his own cock soft against one thigh.

She hesitated, then began to move, pulling her cock from him till only the tip was held within him, then pressed forward, slow to begin with, but he was sure that would change.

He felt so spread, so stretched, so full, his entire body was being rocked by her thrusts and the abundance of pre his ass was milking from her cock helped to make her bareback play easier for them both.

Before long the bed was creaking under their weight, her heavy sack caressing up and down his thigh as she fucked him, the heat, the friction of his walls, the squeezing of his ring, it blanked her mind under a white carpet of pleasure, it was addictive and she knew she would never be able to just jack off again, she needed someone now, someone to fuck, or, make love to.

Ash panted and moaned, his eyes closed as his whole body bounced with the mounting force of her thrusts, each drive pushing the air from his lungs in a gasp, the sounds mixing with the slap of flesh on flesh.

Having already spent one load the second wasn’t so forthcoming and, as the minutes wore away, Amy found herself tiring, careful not to draw her cock from the sheath that was his ass she lay down behind him, one hand keeping his leg up as he leaned back into her breasts, her breath, hot at his neck as she kissed and bit him, pumping her cock in and out him, the two laying beside each other.

He moaned more from the pleasure than the pain now, his cock growing hard once more as she picked up the pace, the clapping of their bodies echoing as she bit and nibbled his ear.

Whispering softly she dug her fingers into the softness of his raised thigh, her cock growing harder in his ass, a sensation he knew all too well, “A-ash… Ash, I’m…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, she didn’t need to, grunting and gasping, pressing her face to his shoulder to feel him close, her second load began to fire off inside of him, instinctually she bucked her hips with each pulse of cum, a primal urge to breed ensuring that her cum pulsed from her cock at the deepest point of each thrust, a wasted effort, but one that felt amazingly irresistible.

As she spent her load she let his raised leg fall to press against his other, her arms moving to snake around his body, pulling him tight to her pillowy form, comforting the pair of them as her cock finished spending its smaller load inside of his body.

They lay together, her cock softening inside of him, her arms around him and her lips against his skin. The afterglow was wonderful, her sex had been, surprisingly, baser than Laura’s, relying more on just pure rutting than any particular position or skill, but there had been something to it, an emotional connection that added layers that Ash had never expected to find.

“H-how… How was that?”, he asked, exhausted in her arms.

“It was amazing… So good… I, I hope I was okay?” she asked, her voice nervous.

He let out a soft little laugh, “Oh my god, Amy, you were just… Just perfect.”

She laughed a little too and kissed the back of his shoulder and a twitch inside of him drew his attention, “So… Can… Can we do it again?…”

As he felt her cock begin to swell inside his already cum filled ass, he realised just what he might’ve gotten himself into and for the most part, he couldn’t wait to find out.

“Y-yeah.”

(Art by LazorCHEF, check out their stuff!)

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