Unlearned Lesson

Hello, hello. I'm going back to Futa on male with this one, though this one is a bit special because I have received help from anitragrieg.

Big thanks to them!

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The late afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of the coffee shop, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling little joint in Kyle Walsh's old hometown. The air's thick with the rich, roasted scent of coffee beans, mingling with the low hum of chatter and the clink of ceramic mugs. It's a place Kyle knows too damn well, used to haunt it as a scrawny high school kid, sipping cheap lattes while pretending he wasn't eye-fucking his English teacher across the room. Now, four years later, he's back, and the nostalgia hits him like a sucker punch to the gut as he steps inside with his girlfriend, Patricia, clinging to his arm like she owns him.

Kyle's decked out in a tight black t-shirt that hugs his slim, athletic 5'10" frame, paired with jeans that grip his perky little ass just right. He's fidgeting, tugging at the hem of his shirt like it's choking him, his teal eyes darting around the room. Pat, though, she's all polish and poise. A 5'8" of blonde bombshell in a sleek white blouse and a skirt so tight it might as well be painted on. Her grey eyes glint with that wooly-headed arrogance she wears like a crown, her posture screaming she's got this shit under control. They slide side by side into a small table near the window. Kyle's knee bouncing under the table as he tries to act nonchalant.

Then the door swings open, and in comes Abigail Oaks, Ms. Oaks, Abi, a teacher for Advanced Placement English Literature. She's 6'2" of pure, curvy buxom sin, olive-tanned complexion draped in a red dress that clings to her like a second skin. Those G-cup tits strain against the fabric, her wide hips swaying with every step, and her light chestnut waves bounce just enough to catch the light. Her bright green eyes lock onto Kyle from across the room. The initial raising of eyebrows in surprise is quickly replaced by a predatory smirk spreading across her lips like she's already got him. Her heels click against the floor, sharp and commanding, and Kyle's heart slams into his ribcage like it's trying to break free.

Back in the day, this place was his escape, somewhere to hide from the way Abi's voice would purr over Shakespeare, her sharp gaze slicing through him like she knew every filthy thought in his head. She'd been his fantasy, his dirty little secret, all authority and control wrapped in a body that could crush him. That summer after graduation, when he was 18 and dumb as shit, she'd taken him apart, fucked him raw with that monstrous 15-inch cock of hers, turned his nights into a blur of sweat and cum and shame he swore he'd bury forever. He'd left for college, met Pat, told himself he was straight now, normal, done with that girlcock-fueled madness. But the second he sees her, that lie crumbles like wet paper.

"Kyle Walsh." Abi calls out, her voice a sultry, teasing lilt that cuts through the café noise like a knife. She's halfway across the room, but it feels like she's already got her hands on him. "Well, well. I hardly recognized you. All grown up now..."

Kyle freezes in his seat as he looks up at the towering form of his ex-teacher, his dark brown wavy hair falling into his eyes as his pulse kicks into overdrive.

"Miss Oaks... Abi. Wow, it's been a while." He manages, forcing a chuckle that sounds more like a choke. His throat's dry as fuck, his voice wobbling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pat's grip on his arm tightens, her nails digging into his skin as she yanks him closer, her grey eyes narrowing at the amazon towering over them.

"You two know each other?" Pat snaps, her tone smooth but edged with steel as she sizes Abi up, her blonde head tilting like she's ready to throw down.

Abi doesn't even glance at her, and just keeps those green eyes pinned on Kyle.

"Know each other? Oh, sweetheart, Kyle used to hang around after class more than any of my other students. Always so eager to learn. So eager to please."

Kyle shifts in his seat, his jeans suddenly way too tight as heat creeps up his neck.

"I... just liked AP English literature." He mumbles, but it's bullshit, and they both know it. His 6-inch dick's already twitching, half-hard against his thigh, and he prays Pat doesn't notice the way he's squirming.

Abi leans forward just enough to make her G-cups strain that dress even more, her deep cleaved goodness staring in Kyle's face.

"Mmm. Is that what you told yourself?" Her voice low and dirty, just for his ears.

Pat stiffens beside him, her free hand sliding possessively across his chest, fingers splaying like she's marking her territory.

Abi just smirks wider, unbothered.

"Oh, but you seem to have found quite the girlfriend." Abi purrs, her eyes flicking between them before settling back on Kyle. Her voice dips again, intimate and loaded. "Though I bet some things haven't changed."

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Pat snaps, her hand tightening on Kyle's wrist till it hurts. She's glaring at Abi now, but the woman doesn't even flinch, just keeps that shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

"Relax, darling." Abi says, finally sparing Pat a glance, though it's more dismissive than anything. "Just reminiscing with an old... student."

She straightens up, towering over them both, her red dress hugging every curve of that thick, lewd body. "Kyle was always such a good boy. Weren't you, Kyle?"

His face burns red, shame and arousal twisting together in his gut. "I... uh..." He can't even finish the sentence, his mind stuck on the image of Abi's 15-inch bitch tamer slamming into him, her G-cup tits bouncing as she fucked him stupid. He's sweating now, his perky ass clenching in his jeans like it remembers the stretch, the burn, the way she'd owned him.

Pat's not having it. She pulls him closer, her nails digging into his chest through his shirt. "Well, whatever little games you played back then? It's over." she says, voice low and possessive, like she's daring Abi to try something.

Abi chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that makes Kyle's dick twitch harder. "Over, huh?" She tilts her head, eyeing Kyle like he's a gourmet dish she's about to devour. "Funny, he doesn't look so sure about that." Her gaze drops to his lap, and yup, she can tell he's rock-hard, his 6-inch prick straining against the denim like it's begging for her.

"Pat, it's fine." Kyle mutters, his voice shaky as he tries to de-escalate, but it's a lie. Nothing's fine. His heart's pounding, his balls aching. He's torn, caught between the past, where Abi ruled his filthy fantasies, and the present, where Pat's supposed to be his future. But that old pull is clawing at him, and he can't shake it.

Abi steps closer, her heels clicking like a fucking war drum, and leans down just enough that her perfume, a mix of spice and sex, hits him hard.

"Tell you what, Kyle," she murmurs inanimately, making it feel like a dirty secret.

"We should catch up. Properly. You know where to find me."

She winks, slow and deliberate, then turns on her heel and saunters off, her thick ass swaying like a goddamn invitation.

Pat's fuming beside him, her grip on his arm bruising now.

"What the fuck was that?" She hisses, her eyes blazing. "Who is that bitch?"

"Just... an old teacher," Kyle lies, his voice cracking as he watches Abi disappear out of the coffee shop.

~A few days later, at a bookstore.~

The bookstore is tucked away from the city's bustle, a quiet little hole where the dim lighting throws soft shadows over stacks of dusty shelves. Shy and introverted, this was one of Kyle's places of refuge and for the last few day's he's been trying to hide from Abi while also blowing off Pat's intrusive curiosity into his past, thankfully, Pat and books don't match together so the old store was a safe heaven for him.

He sits hunched over a row of beat-up novels, his hoodie and jeans clinging to his slim frame, trying to think of ways to convince Pat to go back to their college town, away from Abi and his past.

His solitude is short lived as Ms. Oaks strides into view. She makes every man in the place drool in that tight purple dress, every curve of her 6'2" voluptuous body on display, breasts straining the fabric, wide hips swaying like a promise of ruin. As she approaches, her perfume hits him once more, spicy, warm, and laced with sex. Kyle stiffens like a deer caught in headlights. Abi just smirks, leaning against the shelf like she owns the place, her presence suffocating him in all the right ways.

"So, is she always that possessive?" Abi purrs, her voice soft and teasing as she drags a finger down a book spine, never breaking eye contact. Her lips curl, daring him to squirm.

Kyle forces a laugh, but it's clear it's forced. "Pat? She's just protective." His voice wavers. He hates how weak it sounds, how his hands are already shaking.

Abi tilts her head, that wicked smile deepening. "Protective? Or threatened?" She's watching him like she's peeling back every lie he's ever told himself.

He shakes his head, eyes darting away. "You're imagining things." But his heartbeat is hammering, and he knows she can smell the bullshit.

She steps closer, her heat pressing in, voice dropping low and lewd. "Am I? Then why are you shaking?" Her fingertip grazes his arm, sending a jolt straight to his balls, and Kyle's breath hitches like a bitch caught mid-moan. Her closeness is a real chokehold, making his skin prickle, and his dick twitch in his pants as she leans in, lips brushing his ear. "You don't have to say it. I already know." she whispers with her smirk.

"K-know what?"He croaks, swallowing hard, throat dry as hell.

"That you still want me." Abi says, pulling him closer, her lips ghosting his. And then she's on him. Soft at first, teasing, before it turns hungry, demanding, her tongue shoving into his mouth like she's claiming it.

Kyle's fucked. Her fingers slide up his neck, tangling in his hair, yanking him in as he melts against her curvy frame. One hand slips down his back, cupping his perky ass and squeezing hard, possessively. Her scent fogs his brain, and a muffled moan slips out before he can stop it. His cock's rock hard now, throbbing against his zipper as memories crash over him like a goddamn tidal wave.

He's back there, 18 and horny, pinned under Abi's bigger frame, her 15-inch fuckmeat stretching his tight shitter wide. Those massive breasts swaying above him, her fat nipples in his mouth as she growled. "Suck 'em, slut!" And fucked him senseless. Nights of raw, primal pounding, her balls slapping his ass, her thick load bloating his guts till he was leaking her spunk. She flipped him over, spanked his cheeks red, and rammed that monster cock in doggy-style, whispering filthy shit. "You're my little cumrag, Kyle, beg for it!" Till he screamed her name and came. The taste of her jizz on his lips, salty and creamy, her moans echoing in his ears, it's all slamming back. All this just from a kiss.

He pulls back, panting, lips slick with her spit. "I... I can't." He gasps, voice shaky.

Abi just smirks, brushing her thumb over his lower lip. "Oh, sweetheart. You already did." she says, her tone dripping with smug victory. She's got him, and they both know it.

Kyle stares at her, heart pounding in his ears, will cracking like cheap glass under those green eyes. She leans in again, lips a breath from his ear, voice low and commanding. "Tomorrow, 3 p. m, my place."

Kyle gathers the remnants of his resolve and gulps before opening his mouth. "N-no! I.. I won't! I am with Pat, I l-love her!"

The mature woman smiles disdainfully. "Love her? Cute. Will your love last a second if your prissy little girlfriend finds out how you used to swallow my cock every day? How you used to do drink my cum like wine? How you used to have to skip days of school because your balls hurt with how much you came taking my cock? Up to you, slut."

His whole body's trembling, shame and need twisting his gut. He lowers his head in defeat. "O... Okay..." He whispers, barely audible.

Abi pats his cheek, condescendingly. "Good boy. And don't be late." She steps back, leaving him a shaking mess, her scent still clinging to him like a brand.

He stands there, chest heaving, only lifting his head to gaze at her bountiful ass swaying in her dress as she leaves.

~The next day, at Abi's place.~

Kyle steps into Abigail's living room, the late-afternoon sun snuffed out by thick, heavy curtains, leaving the place steeped in a dim, suffocating glow. The dark wood furniture looms, that plush red couch squatting in the center like it's waiting to swallow him whole. The air's reeks of Abi's musky arousal, her olive-tan skin already shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat that makes his stomach churn with dread and want. He's wearing his grey hoodie and tight jeans, fingers trembling like a junkie as he clutches an untouched drink, pacing near the window like a bitch on the edge. His teal eyes dart around, heart slamming against his ribs. Pat's face flickers in his head, her sharp voice, her possessive grip, but he's doing this for her, right? Its all so she doesn't suffer from his past mistakes.

Abi's sprawled on the couch, a sheer black robe hanging loose and untied, her 15-inch futa cock half-hard and swaying between those thick, meaty thighs like a goddamn battering ram. Her softball-sized balls hang low, heavy with cum, radiating dominance that screams she's about to own him. She smirks, green eyes glinting with dark amusement as she watches him squirm.

"You can keep pretending to think this over... but we both know why you're here!."

Kyle exhales sharp, voice cracking like glass.

"This is... this is insane. This isn't right, Abi. I have Pat... I..." He's grasping at straws, words tumbling out in a pathetic stutter, but she cuts him off, rising slow and predatory, her lips curling into a grin that says she's gonna chew him up and spit him out.

"Mmm. Maybe. But does that really matter?" She's inches away now, her heat slamming into him, gaze darkening as she towers over his shaky 5'10" frame.

"Tell me, Kyle... what are you afraid of?" His jaw clenches tight, lips trembling, body quaking as shame and hunger slug it out in his gut. She slides her hands up his arms, caressing the tense muscles under his skin, purring low and dirty. "You're shaking again, you little bitch." She purrs softly. Then she snaps like a fucking trap. Yanking his hoodie off, tossing it aside like garbage, she shoves him hard against the wall. Her massive tits mash into his back, heavy and hot, her fat fuckmeat grinding against his ass through his jeans, pressing into his crack. "You want this. You've always wanted this, you cock-hungry fag." she growls in his ear, voice oozing with command and mocking amusement.

She spins him around fast, ripping his jeans down to his ankles, and lets out a dark, sensual laugh at the skimpy purple lingerie clinging to his slim frame. The thong's obscene, barely holding his leaking 6-inch prick, the fabric stretched tight and soaked with pre, and the bra's a sad little joke on his flat chest. She lands a hard sideways slap on his ass, the crack echoing through the room like a gunshot. "Look at this. You actually remembered, huh?"

Kyle gasps loud, body shuddering as shame floods him, his cock drooling more pre into the thong, the wet spot spreading. He opens his mouth to protest, to beg, but Abi shoves him to his knees, her thick cock slapping his cheek with a wet smack, smearing pre across his face as she grinds it over him. "Open wide, Kyle." She taunts, voice dripping with dominance as she forces his jaw apart.

"Come on slut, don't play hard to get." He gags hard as her fat cockhead pushes past his lips, stretching his mouth wide, a muffled moan slipping out as he grips her thighs to keep from falling.

"No... I... I can't... It's too big." He mumbles pulling off her dick, voice shaking like a leaf, but Abi threads her hands into his dark, wavy hair, shoving his mouth back on her hog, going in deep till his throat's bulging.

"Too big? Bitch please, that throat of yours is a bottomless pit." She snarls, her behemoth slamming down his gullet. "Yeah, choke on it, you cock starving slut. You've been craving this fat fuckmeat since you walked through that door."

His eyes water, tears streaking as she fucks his face, her cum-tanks slapping his chin with every brutal thrust. He's trembling, gagging, but his prick's throbbing harder, soaking the thong with his slutty juice, the fabric clinging to his twitching shaft.

Abi pulls him off her cock with a wet, sloppy pop, dragging him to the bed like a ragdoll. She shrugs off her robe, climbing in naked, reclining against the pillows like an absolute empress. Her fat horsepipe fully erect now, 15 inches of pulsing girlmeat standing tall, a glistening glob of pre-cum dripping from the tip like a fucking tease. She yanks Kyle into a 69, his face shoved between her gorgeous thighs, drowning in her musk as she mashes his face into her dick and heavy balls, smothering him in their sweaty heat. His smooth, round ass perks up in front of her, thong stretched tight across his cheeks, his cock drooling steady trickles that drench the purple fabric, leaving it dark and sticky.

"Mmm, look at this tight little pussy." Abi whispers, voice low and dangerous as she parts his cheeks past the thong. Her fingers slide into the crevice, slowly teasing his twitching pucker

"Let's see if much this fag hole remembers its owner." She leans in, tongue swirling over his rosebud, slow and sloppy, licking long stripes to slick him up. She laps at his hole till it's dripping with her spit, the wet sound filling the room. Kyle moans into her cock, face pressed into her nutsack, her musk choking him as she slides one finger into his ass, slow and deep, curling it inside.

"Ohhh fuck, Abi...!" He whines, voice hoarse and shaky, his ass clenching tight around her digit. She pumps it slow, dragging it out, then back in, hitting his prostate just right, making him buck hard, a desperate. "Ooooh gawwwwd!" Spilling out as his cock leaks more pre, soaking the thong further.

"Come on open up, bitch." She snarls, spanking his ass with her free hand, hard, sharp slaps that turn his cheeks pink and stinging. She licks his rim again, tongue digging in deep, swirling around his pucker as she works that single finger, pumping it steady.

Kyle is trembling, moaning loud as she rims him sloppy, her spit dripping down his crack, lubing him up for more. She pulls back from his hole, sitting up on the bed, and grabs Kyle by the waist, throwing him face-down across her lap like a goddamn toy. His cock and balls mash into her thick thighs, his thong-soaked prick grinding against her sweaty skin, pre-cum slicking her lap. "Alright, foreplay's over. Time to put my cock in your guts." She growls, one hand pinning his back while the other spanks his ass raw, crack after crack, each hit harder than the last, his cheeks turning a blazing red. Kyle's face is pressed into a pillow, teeth biting the fabric as his screams of pain mixed with pleasure and need muffle into the pillow. "Look at this fat ass, your mother must be proud." She mocks, smacking him so hard the sound bounces off the walls.

Kyle raises his head off the pillow and squeals, voice high and broken, "OaARgh!! S-STOOOP!!" But his prick's drooling all over her lap, soaking through the flimsy thong, pre-cum pooling under him as he squirms. She slides one finger back into his bunghole, slow and teasing, pumping it deep while her other hand keeps spanking ~SMACK~SMACK~SMACK~ his ass burning under her palm.

"Take it, you cock-loving whore." She taunts. Before parting his butt-cheeks and leaning down to lick his rim again, her tongue slobbering over his hole, adding more spit as she works that finger in and out.

"Ahhh, OOOAaaaHHH!" He moans frantically as she finger-fucks him, curling into his prostate with every thrust. After a moment she slides a second finger in beside the first, scissoring them slow to stretch his tight ring. "Feel that stretch, you dirty little fag?" She snarls, spanking his ass harder, his cheeks glowing red and raw.

Kyle's thrashing across her lap, moaning like a bitch in heat, his cock grinding into her thighs, leaking steady streams of pre that slick her skin.

She keeps going, adding a third finger, slow and deliberate. "Such a greedy cunt." She taunts, pumping them deep, scissoring them to spread his hole wider. "Mmm, now we're talking. Look at this shitter gape for me." She laughs, licking around her fingers, spit running down his crack as she slams his prostate over and over.

Kyle howls, unable to string two words together anymore, his body jerking, his thong-soaked prick twitching hard against her lap.

"Four fingers, bitch." Abi snarls, shoving them in deep, practically fisting his wrecked boy pussy before she rims him one last time, tongue slobbering over his stretched hole. "Come on Kylie, cum for Abi." she growls, her fingers massage his prostate relentless, driving him insane.

Kyle's a wreck, wailing loud, his balls tightening, his cock jerking as she mercilessly rubs his bitch button. The relentless prostate milking and the stinging spanks push him over the edge, and he cums hard, spraying thick, hot spunk all over her lap, soaking her thighs. "Ahhhh! Ohhh gawwwwd, Abbbbieeeee!" He screeches, legs twitching, body convulsing across her.

She flips him off her lap, dragging him back into the 69, his face shoved into her cock again. "Worship my nuts, cumslut." She commands, jamming his face into her groin, her balls smacking his mouth with a wet and heavy ~PLAP~.

Kyle's tearing, trembling face presses into her musky nutsack, slowly licking at her gonades. She lifts his face by his hair and impales his mouth back on her cock, his throat choking on her fuckpipe as she sinks her digits into his doughy globes, her cock pulsing against his tongue. "Good boy." Abi snarls, thrusting harder, her balls slapping his forehead. "Just like old times. God I missed this." She presses his face deeper between her thick thighs, her 15-inch monster choking him, her fingers milking his prostate till he's screaming around her dick.

She let's go of his head and he wrenches it off her cock, his throat making a wet, sloppy slurp as the slimy rod slides out. Kyle gasps for breath, his body convulsing in pleasure, his ass ring twitching around her unstoppable fingers plunging deep plundering his prostate.

"Uurgh, shit! D-don't stop...!" Kyle squeals, legs jerking as he cums from being fingered in the ass, helpless, spunk soaking the thong and dripping down his thighs in thick, gooey ropes as Abi grins, victorious. The young man collapses ontop of her, a trembling heap, gasping for air, his face a mess of sweat, pre-cum, and spit, his teal eyes glazed with lust and shame.

"Good boy. I'm the only one who can break you like this. And that was just my fingers, wait till your favorite slab of girlmeat joins the fun." Abi laughs, her voice dripping with smug triumph. Without giving him a second to recover, she grabs his limp, fucked-out body from off her thighs with no effort and plonks him back onto the mattress of her king-sized bed.

She yanks his purple thong aside with a rough tug, ripping it clean off his spanked-red ass, the fabric tearing with a sharp snap. His useless bra's next, a discarded heap on the floor, leaving his body naked for her to do as she pleased.

She licks her lips before she slams him onto his back in missionary, pinning him with her raw futa power, her massive horse schlong pressing hard against his stomach, smearing a wet streak of spit and pre across his skin that glistens in the dim light.

"Mmh, I missed this view, you know? I mean I've rearranged other boys' guts but you? You've got something that just makes me wanna ruin you to hell and back." Abi growls, her voice a filthy snarl as she forces his legs apart rough hands, spreading his thighs wide till his spit-slick, finger-fucked boy cunt is raised up fully exposed. She hawks a thick glob of spit onto his quivering hole, the wet splat echoing, then lines up the mushroom-shaped head of her monstrous cock, pressing it against his pucker slow and deliberate, the blunt, bulbous tip starting to spear him open. Kyle whimpers as his ass clenches in futile resistance but she's relentless, pushing in with a brutal, unyielding force.

"OooUuuhhhh! G-GOOOOAWWWD!! UURGHH!" Kyle screams, voice cracking high and desperate as her fat ramhead breaches his tight sphincter, stretching him wide. His teal eyes roll back, hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, his slim frame bucking under her as she starts thrusting that massive shaft inside, slow and savage, every inch splitting him apart. Her massive tits dangle over his face, heavy and ripe, brushing his lips as she pins him in place, her thick thighs flexing as she rams her fuckrod into his quivering anus. His screams now turning to whines as his body begins remembering the otherwordly feeling of it's master's fuck log. His voice breaks as his body shakes, as pleasure he can't fight floods him from his wrecked hole.

Abi hilts all the way in, grinding her pubes against his stretched perineum, before reversing. The dull ache in his rectum starts to subside as the friction of the retreating cock sets the nerves in his velvety anal walls tingling. Just before her head pops out, she reverses direction again, bottoming out in his stretched rectum with a low grunt that is reciprocated by his shuddering gasp as he remembers to draw breath. Abi starts sawing her slut wrecker in and out of his faggot pussy in a steady rhythm. The bed creaks under her assault, the air thick with the musk of her arousal and the wet, rhythmic slap of her softball-sized balls smacking his red-raw cheeks. She grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up hard, forcing his mouth to her fat nipple. "Suck these fat tits while I pound you, I know you missed them, you horny slut!" she growls, her voice dripping with crude command as she slams her fuckpipe deeper, her balls slapping louder, wet and heavy against his ass. Kyle's protests choke out fast. "I-.. Not... slut" He mumbles between mouthfuls of heavenly teat, but they melt into pathetic, slutty moans as his lips latch onto her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling over the sensitive nub.

His ass throbs like a beaten drum, the inner walls of his rectum hugging her monster cock like a tight, needy glove, every brutal thrust rubbing his prostate raw, sending electric jolts of ecstasy ripping through him. Her 15-inch fuckmeat grinds against that sweet spot, relentless, and his 6-inch dick bounces helplessly against his belly, drooling pre-cum like a broken faucet, the sticky mess pooling on his skin. He's a moaning, trembling wreck, shame burning out under the heat of her dominance, his straight-boy facade crumbling to ash as she owns him. "That's it, slobber on 'em, you greedy bitch." Abi snarls, thrusting harder, her tits jiggling over his face. "Feel that cock hitting your sweet spot? Only I can fuck you this good... say it, scream it!"

"It's... so fucking good... Abi, only you..." Kyle gasps, voice cracking with lust, his hands clawing at the sheets. "I shouldn't want this... fuck me harder, please!" His ass is on fire, stretched beyond limits, every stroke of her massive fuckpipe sending waves of pleasure crashing through him, his prostate screaming under the pressure. He reaches down, desperate to stroke his leaking prick, fingers trembling as they brush his shaft, but Abi slaps his hand away hard, the sting of her palm biting his skin.

"NO!" she roars, voice low and dangerous, eyes flashing with sadistic glee. "You get your pleasure from my cock, not yours, like a good faggot! You're my bitch now, and that little dicklet's fucking useless!" She hunches down fast, smothering his mouth in a rough, aggressive kiss, her tongue invading deep, shoving past his lips to claim him. Kyle gasps into her mouth, a choked moan spilling out as she picks up the pace, fuckpipe slamming balls-deep into his gaping shitter, stretching his anal walls stretched so wide he feels like he's gonna split in half. Her balls slap his ass with wet, heavy thuds. The taller, better woman grins, her voice a filthy purr as she pounds him relentless, her cock throbbing inside his wrecked hole. "I can feel your fag cunt pulsing around my fuckmeat. Natural fuckin' bottom. I fucking love it when bois cum around my cock."

She's not lying, his love tunnel is hugging her steely girth like it was made to be her dick-wrapper, every thrust slamming his prostate and sending his mind spinning. His cock's drooling pre in steady streams now, the sticky mess coating his stomach, his balls tightening as the pleasure builds to a breaking point. He's moaning loud, a slutty symphony of "Ohhh fuck... Abi... gawd, it's too much!" Spilling from his lips, his body rocking under her brutal rhythm.

She grabs his thighs, forcing his legs wider, her thick fingers digging into his flesh as she drills him deeper, her big boobs bouncing wild over his face, her nipple slipping from his mouth as he gasps for air. "Work that tongue, show me how your girl likes it." she growls, taunting him, yanking his head back to her tit. "Suck it like you mean it while I wreck this tight little boypussy!"

Kyle obeys, his whole body trembling, sweat pouring off him as he fights to keep up with her pace. The pressure's too much, her massive cock slamming his sweet spot again and again, stretching his guts, filling him with that raw, primal heat he can't deny.

"Ahhhhhh, OOOOHHHHH FUCKKKKK!!" Kyle screams, his voice raw and shattering as he cums hard, his ass clenching uselessly around her steely girth, trying to milk her but failing against her rock-hard fuckmeat. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! AABBIIEEEEE!!" His 6-inch prick spurts thick ropes of spunk across his stomach, splattering up to his chest, his legs twitching wildly as the orgasm rips through him. His hole spasms around her cock, but Abi doesn't stop, she fucks him through it, relentless, her 15-inch monster pounding his wrecked ass pussy as he rides out the climax, his screams echoing off the walls.

She's a goddamn machine, her cock still rock-hard despite his clenching ass ring. "Take it, you cock-drunk slut!" she snarls, her voice dripping with triumph as she slams in deeper, her thick thighs flexing with power. Kyle's a mess, spunk coating his stomach, his ass throbbing, his mind blank except for the overwhelming pleasure she's forcing into him. His straight-boy bullshit's gone, burned away by her dominance, and all he can do is moan her name,

"Abi... fuck... Abi..." as she keeps going, her fuckpipe owning him completely, his body still convulsing from his second orgasm wrung from wrecked body.

She slows her thrusts, pulling out of his devastated anus, her cock glistening with his sloppy juices as it slides out of his wrecked mancunt. "Well, well. Looks like I was right, Kylie." she growls, voice low and taunting. "You came on my cock like a bitch in heat! I proved my point. Wanna go and join your GIRLfriend?"

Before the dickmilf could tear the head out of his twitching cockmilker, Kyle's legs snap around her waist fast, locking her in tight, his voice breaking into a desperate, slutty plea.

"N-no... K-keep going. I want more... P-please Abi fuck me more!" His eyes are wild, glazed with lust and shame, his body trembling as he clings to her, begging like a cock-starved whore.

Abi smirks, a filthy, triumphant grin splitting her face as she grabs his hips and flips him onto his knees with a rough, brutal shove. His face slams into the cum-drenched sheets, the sticky mess smearing across his cheeks as she spanks his already-red ass hard ~SMACK~ the sound ringing out like a fucking gunshot. "You asked for it, you filthy little whore!" she snarls, mounting him doggy-style like a goddamn beast, gripping his hips with bruising force. She rams her 15-inch fuckmeat deep into his stretched shitter, balls-deep in one savage thrust, his belly bulging slightly as her massive cock rearranges his guts.

"AAAARRRUUGGHGH!" A high pitched girly wail is torn out from his throat at the spike of ass pleasure impaling him.

"Look at that ass jiggle, you dirty slut," she taunts, voice dripping with crude menace. "Gonna ram this cock so deep you'll feel it in your fuckin' throat!" She spanks him again, harder this time, her hand leaving angry welts across his raw cheeks as she pounds him relentless, her balls slapping his thighs with heavy thwacks. Kyle's moans turn to raw, guttural screams, his body rocking forward with every brutal stroke, his cum slimed dick bouncing untouched under him, drooling pre-cum onto the sheets in thick, sticky streams.

The boy wails, voice hoarse and cracking, his ass clenching futilely around her steely girth as she wrecks his prostate with every thrust. His hole's a sloppy mess, stretched wide, hugging her fuckpipe like a greedy glove, the friction sending white-hot jolts of pleasure ripping through him.

Abi grabs his sweaty lush hair, yanking his head back hard, forcing him to arch his back as she drills him deeper, sweat dripping off her thick frame. "Beg me to fill you, you cock-junky." She growls, her voice a filthy command as she slams in harder, her balls smacking his thighs like a fucking hammer. "Gonna bloat that fag belly with my load. Scream for it, you pathetic bitch!"

Her desire is his command and Kyle lets out a high-pitched, broken. "Fuck... Abi, fill me... pound my ass... make me yours again!!" Spilling from his lips, his face buried in the sheets, spit and cum streaking his cheeks as he takes her pounding like a champ.

She picks up the pace, her thick thighs flexing as she slams into him balls-deep, her 15-inch fuckmeat stretching his guts to the limit, his belly bulging with every stroke like she's molding him to her cock. "Take it, you greedy fag," she snarls, her hand comes down his ass again ~SMACK~SMACK~SMACK~ becoming a blur, turning his cheeks into a burning, welded mess. "Feel that cock stretching you? Gonna flood your fag hole! Scream my name, you worthless cumrag!" Her balls tighten, heavy and full, slapping his thighs with wet, obscene smacks as she roars like a fucking animal, cumming hard, flooding his wrecked hole with thick, hot spunk. The sheer volume bloats his stomach, his guts swelling with her load, a sloppy river of jizz leaking out around her cock and dripping down his thighs in gooey, molten streams.

"Arrghh!! GOD! ABBBIIIIEEEE!" The slut shrieks, his voice shattering as he cums a third time, cock remaining untouched, spurting ropes of jizz onto the sheets below, splattering the black fabric with his slutty release. "Ohhh FUCK, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" His body trembles, legs shaking like a newborn colt, his ass clenching uselessly around her steely fuckpipe as her cum gushes inside him, bloating him till he feels like he's gonna burst. His screams echo off the walls, a raw, primal sound of surrender, his prostate screaming under the relentless pounding, his mind blank except for the overwhelming pleasure she's forcing into him.

The milf stud keeps thrusting through her orgasm, her cock pulsing inside his wrecked shitter. "Ah... Good God... What do we say, now, slut?"

Kyle's face pressed into the cum-soaked sheets, his ass leaking her thick load, his belly swollen and sloshing with every move. "Th-thank you Abi... Only you can... fuck me like this..." he whimpers, voice cracking as she pounds him through his third orgasm, his prick twitching and spurting weak, watery ropes onto the bed, his balls drained dry by her dominance. She slams in deep one last time, her load still trickling out of his gaping hole, pooling under him in a sticky mess. His ass is a throbbing, wrecked crater, stretched beyond limits, the inner walls pulsing around her fuckmeat as she grinds against his prostate, milking every last drop of pleasure from his broken body.

"That's right, you're my cumdump now. Well, you always were, you just forgot." She taunts, yanking his hair again, forcing his head back as she thrusts one final time, her balls slapping his thighs with a wet, heavy thud.

He rocks back against her, his ass jiggling with every move, his body helpless under her raw power. His thighs slick with her load leaking out of his wrecked shitter. His resolve long gone, burned away by the brutal, unfiltered heat of her fucking. She's turned him into a cock-drunk slut, his straight-boy bullshit shattered, his body owned completely by her massive futa fuckpipe.

She continues to use him to milk herself for a few more minutes until finally, with one last roar, she slams into him and pumps the last of her load into him, her balls emptying every drop into his bloated guts. "Take it all, you dirty little whore." She snarls, her voice a mix of triumph and exhaustion as she finally slows, her thrusts turning lazy but still deep, grinding her fuckmeat against his prostate one last time.

The boy has lost his voice by now, leaving only his body to do the talking by jerking as the overstimulation fries his nerves, his ass leaking her cum in thick, gooey rivers, his belly sloshing with the sheer volume she's pumped into him.

"Fiou, that's what I call a good FUCKing afternoon." With a loud wet ~PLOOOORRRP~, she pulls out and collapses beside him, panting hard, her thick chest heaving, breasts slick with sweat and his spit, she catches her breath. Her hand slides into his dark waves, stroking his hair gentle now, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking she just gave him.

"We're picking this up tomorrow." she murmurs, voice softening, a promise laced with dominance as she pulls him close. "You're mine, ain't no escapin' this."

Kyle whimpers, too fucked-out to resist, his body trembling as he presses against her, submitting fully with a shaky, broken sob. "Yeah.. I'm yours..." His voice barely a whisper, his mind and body shattered by her relentless control.

The End