Wide

It has been a while, I know.

This one has been cooking for months. I can say I am not fully satisfied, but eventually we have to let go and accept it is what it is.

I am a huge fan of Gracie Bon, a plus sized model from Panama. She is more than an inspiration for this one.

But I like Tony and have a few ideas to expand and maybe get a few more stories of him. Who knows? For now, I hope you enjoy.

Happy reading!

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"Uhnf... yeah, just like that... fuck!" David grunted, pushing his hips up. Not that there was any way he could push any more of his cock inside her. He could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm was fast approaching. "Fuck I am going to... cum!"

"Yes babe! Yeah... fill me... fuck me." Gracie was bouncing wildly on top of him. As usual, she could barely feel his cock. But she needed it. It was a lot better than her toys and sometimes David even played with her after he came. That of course, didn't stop her from trying. She had spread herself all the way she could and was bouncing her heavy body on top of him as she was possessed. She could feel his head poking inside of her pussy and that was more than most guys that deemed her worth a fuck could actually do. Most would reach her entrance.

David shivered, feeling his balls finally emptying into her. He fucking loved fucking Gracie. Of course, he would never go out with her in public. He was not the most popular guy on campus, but he would never hear the end of it if he was seen out with a girl as fat as her.

That, of course, did not stop him from fucking her whenever possible. He loved how her fat legs weighted on him, how her belly rubbed against his body while she was riding him and how, no matter how hard he fucked him, her folds always took him. He didn't have to go slow, he didn't have to be gentle, he could fuck her with abandon. Her meaty body could always take him without problems.

His girlfriend, Jennifer, always complained about his size. Sure, he had a bigger cock, around 18cm long, and he knew he was a thick guy. And Jenny was tiny, so slim, actually did some modelling when she was in high school. But her pussy was tiny. He could barely move and she would complain. Sure, she was tight, but he enjoyed so little of it.

Now, Gracie... Gracie he could fuck. And every inch of his cock was covered in her flesh. Besides, her pussy was actually tight. Probably not many guys have the equipment to actually reach her. Those fat legs and ass were great, but to actually move past them and reach her pussy a guy had to cover a lot of way.

Still bouncing, Grace started to feel his enthusiasm diminish. Damn. She needed to cum. She started pinching her own nipples, caressing her slightly sagging tits. They were not huge as most fat girls have. She always found that was nature's cruellest joke: A fat girl with medium tits.

She was sweating. She always sweats so much when she gives this hard of a performance. Her long dark hair stuck to her brownish skin as she closed her eyes and focused on her pleasure, fighting a losing battle as the fat cock inside her started to deflate.

She finally gives up as she feels him slapping her jiggly thighs. He always did that when he wanted her to get off him. With a whimper, she moved her weight of the athletic boy, feeling his nut start to leak between her asscheeks.

"That was great, Gracie! You are the best, you know?" He smiled as he began to look for his pants and shoes.

'Yeah, sure, I am the best but you can barely stick around for 10 min after fucking me.' That was what she thought. What she said was

"Thanks, Dave. That was amazing. You know I love our time together."

"Me too, Gracie. But I am already late for my tutoring. See you Sunday?" He looked up at her pretty face. Those big brown eyes, delicious lips, high cheeks. Fuck, Grace would be such a babe if she wasn't so fat. What a waste. Even covered in sweat after a rough fuck the girl still look cute.

"I can't. I told you, I am going home Saturday. 3 Months. Sorry."

That gave him pause. Sitting on the bed, he got close to her and gave her a rare gentle kiss. He made a mental note to get more of those. Her soft lips were actually great for kissing. For the thousandth time since he began that relationship with her, he cursed the fact that she was so fat.

"Fuck, I have actually forgotten that. Damn, Gracie-girl. I will miss you."

"Will you? For real?"

"For real, babe. You know that. I really like you and we have such fun together. Will you miss me?"

"Of course I will!" She was missing him already, like, right now. Her pussy needed something. Asshole! She NEEDS to cum. "I also like our time together." She managed to say without sounding bitter.

"Well, hit me up when you get back, ok?" David gave her another gentle kiss, a once over her large body and left, wondering how he was going to survive his girlfriend sex for 3 months.

Falling back on bed, she grunted, frustrated. Almost instantly, she was fricking her clit, while turning her hard dark nipples, deciding she was going to cum, no matter what. A few minutes later, she grabbed her faithful toy, a huge, fat pink rubber dildo she kept on the bed drawer, shoving it into her wet pussy, some of David's cum spurting out as she moaned, finally feeling her needy sex being filled.

Gracie was almost there when she heard the knock on her door. She actually flailed in bed, kicking her legs in childish frustration.

"WHAT!?"

"Grace? Are you ok?"

Of course it was Anthony, he always visited after one of her boys left.

"Just a sec, Tony!" She made a point in calling him by the nickname he hated. Reluctantly, she shoved the toy back in its drawer, got one of her huge shirts on, the ones she usually sleeps in, pulled her messy hair in a ponytail and springed some water over her face. Looking up at the mirror. She still looked like someone who just got fucked, but at least she was not indecent.

"Hi!" finally opening the door, she did something she rarely gets to do: looked down at someone's face. She was not a tall girl, hitting 1,62m. But Anthony was a really small man. Last time she checked, he was only 1,58m.

Anthony held on without making any kind of a face. The room reeked of sweat and sex. His friend clearly was having another one of her intense sessions. He saw David leave about half an hour earlier and he knew Gracie would go down her spiral soon, so, he did what a best friend is supposed to do: Made himself available to her.

Despite being slightly annoyed by the whole thing, Gracie loved her friend. And she knew why he was here. She gave him a nice long warm hug, feeling his hard body against hers. Despite his height, Anthony was an accomplished gymnast. He had absolutely no fat, all hard and flexible muscles.

He, of course, hugged back. Even though she had a small coat of dried sweat all over her body, Grace always had that smell of powder. And she was so big, hugging her was like hugging a warm pillow.

Finally breaking apart, they moved towards the couch. Anthony smiled at her, his dark blue eyes locked on hers. With the dark hair, he was so handsome. Gracie felt sorry for him. Anthony was every girl's dream come true with the exception of his height. And he was so self conscious about it that he was alone since she met him.

"So, did you tell him?"

"Of course not!"

"Please, Grace, tell me you are not holding hope that he will see you and change his mind. He is not a good guy! You deserve a lot better than that cheating asshole! None of these guys are worthy of you!"

"Oh really. Tony!? And what should I do? Keep standards? Find love? I am a fat latina girl in a white school. Will any of these boys go around campus being all lovey dovey with me? They are not! And I have needs! I don't know how you deal with it, but I need to fuck! Sure, I won't find love, but at least I am not alone! You need to stop being such a prude, Tony! We are freaks! I am a fat bloated fuckhole. You are a tiny action figure boy! Get your head out of your ass!"

It took her less than a second to realise how much she had hurt him. But it was too late. Anthony just stood up. She could read the pain in his face, but he stared at her for a few seconds, turned around and exited her place without uttering a single word.

Grace grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, tears starting to run down her face. She hated it all. She hated the fact that she was fat, that she felt so horny all the time, that her frustration ended up making her hurt the only real friend she had in the campus.

But it all was going to change. Just a bit more. It HAD to change!

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Anthony flexed his back and massaged his shoulder as he was leaving the gym. He knew he was overdoing it again. Actually it was all he had been doing since he left Gracie's bedroom, 3 months ago. She had no idea how much she had hurt him. Of course, she could never truly know that, because he never told her about his feelings.

Tony has had a crush on her since the moment they met. She was funny, witty, that amazing smile and bright chocolate eyes. The pretty small nose, slightly upturned, the dimples when she smiled.

A few months later, his crush had grown into full blown love. He was in love with her and she only saw him as a friend. And he adores her. He had long accepted that they would not have that kind of relationship, but at least they had any relationship.

Sure, things were getting trickier and trickier for him once she decided to share with him her sexual escapades. Specially since he did not approve of the kind of men she had been... Well, dating doesn't seem to be quite the word for it. They had just been using her for sex, doing things their prissy girlfriends avoided.

If he were honest with himself, he would admit that Grace was also using them. He knows she has a high libido and that she enjoys a wide variety of things. Deep down, he wished she would be doing those things with him, even the ones he felt uncomfortable about.

The fact that no one considers him "datable" only aggravated his situation. The Internet loves to talk about "short kings" as long as they are not really really short. Anthony had one girlfriend, during his Senior year. They became intimate on prom night, but it was awkward. He had no idea what to do, she looked scared the whole time and, right after that, they decided to end things.

Technically, he was not a virgin. But in reality, his love life consisted of playing with himself in his room after Grace told him what she had done at her encounters. Ok, that was a lie. He also had a high libido. He had to drain himself 2, sometimes 3 times a day. He could barely tolerate the wait when he was talking to her.

So, in an attempt to control his impulses, he had been working himself almost to exhaustion at gym and practice. He was at a point he had never been before, physically. He could be used in anatomy books right now. Of course, books don't show you are smaller than most teenagers.

Glancing up, he saw Alejandra coming his way. He quickly dodged to another path. He had been avoiding her for the last 2 months. She was also in the gymnastics team and she always had a thing for him. But these last months, she was working hard for it. His guess was that she also noted how ripped he had become lately.

Not that she was not hot. Alejandra had the darkest hair he had ever seen, falling towards her chin, always framing her face when she did not pull it up into a pair of short pigtails. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, but green, which could make it look odd, maybe even sinister sometimes. She was also quite athletic. Amazing muscular legs, tight arms, the shadow of a six pack and her main sensual feature: perfect round asscheeks.

But she was far from being a perfect girl. Her face, shoulders and cleavage were covered in dark freckles in heavy contrast with her almost pale skin. Her mouth was a bit too wide, her lips maybe a bit thin and her bright white teeth made her look a bit odd, slightly out of proportion.

She also had almost no hips. And since she was an athletic girl, you could draw a straight line from her waist to her hip bone. It doesn't help that she had no tits at all. Sure, most girls in gymnastics were flat, but the poor girl had nothing.

But what really bothered Anthony was the fact that, even though Alejandra was the shortest girl in the team, she was still his height. Even among his peers, he was a pathetic little boy. Just like Grace told him. Maybe he should listen to her and move on.

Lost in his musings, he missed the girl fumbling with her keys in front of his building. He almost jumped when he heard the playful and hesitant familiar voice.

"Oh, wow, I know I was a jerk last time, but it has been 3 months. You won't even say hi to me?"

"Grace, you are bac.."

His jaw dropped. He knew she was going home to get some work done, from what he remembered, a brazilian butt lift, some tucking and a few other things, but this was not what he was expecting.

Her face was already shocking. She still had some of her cheeks, but they were higher, giving it a new shape. No longer the round face of the chubby girl.

Her belly was gone. She could see it clearly, since she was sporting a white cropped top. Not a six pack, still a bit soft, but her waist was minimal, he could probably fill the whole circumference with his hands.

Which only made her hips and ass look even more absurd. She was impossibly curvy. Her wide hips were now packing what he thought was impossible: An even bigger ass. It was simply huge. The tight yoga pants actually put it even more on display. Even her thighs, still extremely thick, disappeared with that curve. The thing would be comical if it was not utterly sexual. He couldn't define it in any other way. It was impossible to look at it and not wonder how it would feel to touch it, jiggle it, fuc...

Antony shook his head and forced himself to look back at her face. Her smile told him she really enjoyed the way he ogled at her. He knew that was what she wanted: to feel sexy, to be desired. Anthony couldn't avoid thinking that she accomplished it. She looked like a sex doll.

"So, cat got your tongue?" she giggled. He could see the transformation was more than just physical. Grace was confident. She was not only sensual, she felt sensual.

"Well it is a lot to take in, you know?"

"Oh, you think so?" Her smile widens as she turns around, giving him a first hand visual of that insane ass. It was still jiggly and soft. "I guess it is a lot."

"You know what I mean, Grace." He said after swallowing. "You changed a lot. Like... a LOT!"

"I know, silly. That was the whole point!" He could finally see his friend and crush in the smile. "But for real now, how do I look?"

He shook his head and forced himself to smile. He had done it so many times that it came easy.

"Are you happy, Grace?"

"I am, Tone."

"Then, that is all that matters."

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"Yeah... yes... like... that... do it, David! Fuck me!" Grace screamed, pushing back, feeling the smack of his cock against her cheeks as he began to accelerate. She was sure he was going to cum any time now. "Do it babe! Fuck me! Go hard! Harder! HARDER!!!" she was unable to hide her frustration.

He was sweating. Since she got back, Gracie was almost psychotic. Everytime they fucked, she drained him. Before, he would go one, maybe two rounds on occasion, But now? It was always the whole afternoon, all night. And she managed to get his cock hard every single time. Her new body made sure of it. Her ass was insane.

He looked down at the quivering mounds of flesh being pulled by his hands onto his pelvis. He was pumping for all he got, feeling the soft skin give as he pressed against it. The warm flesh was enveloping his cock as usual, pushing him quickly towards the finish line.

Grace had enough. They had been at that for hours and she was yet to really cum. Maybe she had a small orgasm or two, but nothing big. And she NEEDED it.

Shifting her weight back, she pushed her ass against him, making him fall back as she mounted his cock. She sat hard, her cheeks spreading, making David's pelvis disappear underneath it all. She moaned loudly. Finally she felt a good chunk on his cock into her pussy.

"Fuck yeah, David! End my pussy, fuck me!" She screamed again, sitting on him like a woman possessed. She could feel it coming, building into her as she began to twist her nipples.

Suddenly, she hears him grunting and pumping up. For a second, it gave her hope that he was actually helping her, but the next second the warm gooey jizz was filling her pussy and the inevitable deflating of his prick.

"Nooo..." she whimpers, frustratingly bouncing on top of him, only managing to feel his softening cock leave her pussy. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and dismounted him.

David was almost out of it. What was it, his fifth orgasm? His cock was tender and his balls were empty. And he was exhausted. In a few seconds he began dozing off and shook his head awake.

"Damn, Grace, this was amazing. But I really have to go. I have that presentation tomorrow." He gave her a friendly slap on the ass and grabbed his boxers, already scanning the room for the pants and shirt. He still had to see Susan, his girlfriend, today.

Since Grace came back, his life has been like that. Fuck her until he was drained and then try to convince Susan he was studying. And since every single guy in the school was sporting a hard on for Grace, every girl hated her now. And was suspicious. It had been hell. But her ass was heaven.

And he knew she was fucking other guys. It bothered him at first, but now, he thanked the heavens for it. If she were not, he would probably be dead. Besides, he knew he was her favorite. Thanks to his cock. He glanced down at his meat, now soft and still quite heavy. His boy was an MVP.

"That's ok, David, I know." She forced herself to smile. As frustrated as she was, David was still her best option. His cock actually managed to make her cum on occasion.

Who would have thought that her surgery would be such a double edged sword. Sure, she could bring every cock in miles up with a jiggle, and her sex life never had been so active. But her huge ass was an issue. Almost no one got through it with any real effect. David was the biggest cock she scored, and on a good day he could push half of it inside her.

Sure, she could get an orgasm with licking and fingering, but it was not the same. On occasion, she got someone to fuck her missionary. Which actually helped, a LOT. But since most guys were there because of the "thickest ass in college", most of them wanted doggy, standing doggy, reverse cowgirl, etc. Her orgasms were rare and mostly self-inflicted.

As she waved David goodbye, she forced herself not to think of the other part of the problem. She felt lonely. Sure, she could get someone to fuck her, but it was all they wanted. She was a fantasy, a fetiche, not a girlfriend.

And since Anthony began hanging out with Alejandra, he was with her a lot less. She missed her friend. The attention, the care, the long nights watching TV and talking.

But she knew it was not fair to him. She had been using Tony as a step-boyfriend for a while and now he had a girl. And he was a great guy. She only hoped Alejandra was being nice to him.

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Now this was it! Tony took a deep breath. It was finally happening. He was so nervous his hands were actually shaking. He had to consciously remind himself that he was not a virgin.

For the last two weeks he and Alejandra had been dating, and it had been much better than he imagined it would. Turns out the girl was fun. She had an odd sense of humour, was way too much into horror movies for his comfort and so intelligent it actually was scary sometimes.

She was also extremely kind, affectionate and had an amazing hot and needy kiss that drove him crazy. She was also one of the most considerate people he ever met. After their first week together, she made some moves towards developing a more intimate relationship and they talked.

He explained to her his insecurities, about being a small guy, his only experience with sex, the way he felt inadequate when she ghosted and left him after that. And the whole time, her dark green eyes were tender and encouraging. He would probably never be able to tell her all that if she could not see understanding in her eyes.

So, for the last week, they had been going out, cuddling in front of the TV and he felt like things were getting to the point where he would have to swallow his fears and take action. So, he invited her over to his place, planning on something to eat, a romantic dinner and then he could disappoint her with his inexperience and she could be completely gone from his life in a week's time.

For Alejandra things had gone a bit different. She had been lusting for Tony since she met him. He was Gorgeous, capital G. She did not mind that he was a small guy. Anyone with that body and face was a hunk.

For a while, she figured he was gay (so many guys in gymnastics were), since he was always alone. Then, he thought he was into big girls, since he was always hanging out with that girl Grace.

But when they finally got something going, she understood it all. Most guys felt self conscious about their junk. And since Tony was on the smaller side, that was it. He probably had a small penis, and the girl he had didn't say anything but gave up on him.

And now she was torn. She likes Tony. REALLY likes him. Potentially, it could grow into much much more than liking. He was gentle, strong, protective. And his kiss was amazing!

But, on the other hand, she was kind of a size queen. Her first guy was already 19cm long. At least, he was not too thick. The next one, though, was extra thick, maybe a bit smaller. By then she was hooked. Every relationship she attempted with regular sized guys kind of died. She felt the need for something filling her, pulling her open, slightly painful.

She had never been with a small guy. Why does it had to be Tony? He was such a hunk. And if she ditched him after, what would it do to the poor boy? He was clearly already traumatised, it could end him.

Either way, she had to give him a chance. Actually, she had to give them a chance. There's potential for love there. She had to try.

So, for tonight, she put on a tight short black dress, barely covering her muscular thighs and her firm butt. The back was fully open, showingall, from her toned shoulders, almost to her butt crack. The objective was to drive him crazy. If Tiny Tony had a small dick, the least she wanted was him to be very, very in the mood for it.

Light makeup contrasting with a dark red lipstick and a deep green eyeshadow to match her eyes. Low strap sandals (she could never put on high heels with him. It would destroy the guy) marking her calves. The mirror check in the elevator confirming: She was there to be fucked.

It had the desired effect. The moment Tony opened the door and took a glance at her, his face told her she had hit the nail. She slides inside, arm going under his for a hug and a kiss, a way more intense kiss than she expected.

Leaning into it, she pulled herself against him. It took a while for her to get used to kissing a boy with the same height as hers, but she liked it. It put a lot of less strain on her neck, that is for sure. Speaking of it, she felt Tony's hand on her neck, pulling her to his lips, his gentle tongue caressing hers.

She moved her hand up his back, feeling the tight muscles there. He was a sculpture, all hard muscles. She pressed herself against the hard leg and her nails threatened his shirt. When they finally break the kiss, she opens her eyes to find his beautiful blue ones staring at her, filled with lust, both their breaths quick and hard.

"Damn, Lej, you look so hot! I mean, hotter. And I never thought that could be possible."

"Well, I am glad you liked it." She smiled. He always said the right thing, this pretty, hot boy. Fuck, the universe was so unfair to her. Such a fine guy with a tiny cock. So unfair. And she was so horny. She moved her hand to his chest, enjoying every bump and curve of it, her slim fingers playfully fidgeting with the top button "I am pretty sure you are quite hungry. So am I. Like, really, REALLY hungry."

Tony almost growled. He had been so nervous for this night that he had held up on his relief routine for the last two days. And she was looking so hot. He let out a low grunt as his hand slid down her back and grabbed her firm bubble butt, pulling her back into a kiss, actually lifting her up while kicking the door close.

Alejandra giggled in his kiss as she was so easily carried towards the couch. Although she was small, her body was very built, she was not a dainty little model. She was heavier than she looked and Tony was carrying her like she was nothing.

Moving her hands through his hair, she brought the kisses down to his neck, licking and nibbling on his jawline, reaching his ears, sucking his lobe and moaning as he suddenly laid her gently on the cushions.

Tony looked down at her. The dark hair just slightly messed up, the tight dress had lifted a bit, fully exposing those amazing muscular thighs. She was actually licking her lips, a hunger in her eyes that was driving him crazy.

He pulled his shirt up, exposing the chiselled body. Alejandra could feel her panties get wet. Fuck, this guy was so hot. Quickly, she pulled her dress up, exposing her own firm body, laying now with only her see through black panties, her freckled chest fully exposed.

Tony went all in, his hands beside her head as he slowly leaned down, teasingly passing her mouth and leaning into her chest. Alejandra had literally no tits. It was like a teenager boy. But her nipples were dark and quite big, pointing up, looking hard and needy. Somehow, it worked. She looked sexy as hell and he intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

He brought his mouth over those hard nubs, turning from them at the last second. He was rewarded with a hard breath from her as he kissed her sternum, feeling her hands on his hair, as he started to lick his way towards the dark nipples, his hot breath over it until he finally went in, sucking it.

"Fuck, Tony, yeah... like that. Oh! Just like that!" her voice went on a high pitch. It melted into a loud moan as he bit her rock hard nipples, his tongue flicking on it, followed by a gentle sucking action. Alejandra pushed her hips up, grinding against his body, her soaking wet panties against his skin. "Fuck me, Tony! I love when people play with my titties."

"They are amazing, Lej." He smiled and flicked his tongue once more over it, before starting to move to the other one. "They really are. And I think they like me too." as he dived into it, licking, drooling and giving it small nibbles.

Alejandra went crazy. Even though she had a child's chest, her nipples were extremely sensitive and not everyone gave them the attention she liked. She kept grinding against him, her hands locked on his head, pulling him closer to her, as she felt a sudden pang and held a high pitched scream, a small orgasm making her whole body shiver.

"Fuck, I love it!" She panted as he came up, a cocky smile locked on his lips. "Damn, Tony, you do know how to treat a woman's nipples."

"Was that...?"

"Uhum!" She nodded, smiling.

"Just from some kissing?" He looked down, amazed.

"Well, not just kissing, I would say!" she laughed, pulling herself towards him, kissing his mouth. "But yeah, I am rather sensible there and you did an amazing job!"

"Just there? Maybe you are sensible somewhere else?" He smiled, pushing her back on the couch and bringing himself down, kissing her six pack, his thumbs going inside the hem of her panties, as he looked up, asking for permission.

She nodded and Anthony pulled the soaking panties off. They were basically see through by now, but he still took a breath of excitement as he glanced at her pussy. Alejandra shaved it completely down there. Some of their competition outfits were very tight and eventually she decided keeping the small strip wasn't worth it.

Her lips were dark, almost as dark as her nipples, and the knob of her clit was visible. It was all shiny with her grool, and it did not look like a tiny, quaint vagina. This was a pussy: Wet, trembling and it looked delicious to him.

Anthony went down, eagerly, but held himself at the last moment. Remembering the effect it had on her nipples, he began to teasingly lick her inner thighs, over the mound of her pussy to the other thigh, letting his warm breath tease her wetness, intoxicated by her smell.

Alejandra was squirming under him. Who would have guessed Tiny Tony was a teaser. It was driving her crazy. Everytime she pulled her hips up to get his mouth on it, he dodged it and went back to teasing. Eventually, he looked up at her, with a boyish smile on his face, his eyes all cocky as he saw her face, the needy expression on it.

"You jerk! Eat me! Now!" and she placed both hands on his head while pushing her hips up, this time connecting it with his lips, feeling his wet tongue against her clit, moaning loud. "Fuck yeah! Do it, you motherfucker! Lick me! Make me cum!"

Anthony was going on overdrive himself. He always imagined Alejandra was a high energy girl, but he never imagined he could be getting anyone like she was right now. Her hands were on his hair, forcing his face against her soaking lips, her hips were bucking back and forth as she kept cursing and moaning, like she was possessed. Her legs were on a full split, her muscles tense as she was clearly facefucking him, her hard clit pushed against his mouth and lips roughly.

Even with his lack of experience, he could feel the tensing of her muscles and tightness of her grip increasing, indicating her approaching orgasm. Opening his mouth, he locked his lips on her clit, sucking it while flicking his tongue and shaking his head side to side, while his hand moved up and gently pressed one of her hard nipples.

The effect was instantaneous. Overloaded by the stimuli, Alejandra convulsing, this one not a tame little orgasm. This one hit like a truck. She let go of his hair and covered her face, licking her fingers. But she did not actually let him go. Her legs wrapped around his neck as she began bucking her hips, her whole body covered in shivers.

Eventually it all was too much and she let go of his face, trembling all over, pulling her legs up against her body and holding them, falling to the side on the couch, breathing hard, unable to think, speak or act.

Anthony was beside himself. Luna, his one and only ex, had nothing even close to that in their only night together. Sure, they had only had penetrative sex, awkward one at that, but she barely moved, moaned or made any noise beside a few low whimpers and, what looked like to him, painful moans.

Licking his lips, he stared at the still trembling gymnast in front of him. Her pussy and ass exposed in that position, some humidity still leaking down her round asscheek. He did that. He actually made a girl cum. At that moment, Tony felt like a giant. His height didn't matter. He could make a girl feel good.

On the flip side, his cock was aching. He had pushed it down his tight boxers before Alejandra arrived to avoid walking around with tenting jeans. He did not want her to think he was a creep. But now, his erection was fighting the tight fabric.

And then, it hit him. Sure, he could make her cum with his hands and mouth. But that was a lot easier. He had a lot of control on his hands and tongue. But with his cock? No experience whatsoever. Sure, he could pump in and out. But would he be able to last? Would he be able to make her feel anything? And with that, once again, he was Tiny Tony, shy, awkward, inadequate.

Alejandra was finally getting her faculties back. That was a real good one. The boy had a lot of potential. Not the best orgasm of her life, but a damn good one. It gave her a lot of hope. Maybe she could come to appreciate it as much as a fat cock. Maybe those oral and hand skills could make up for his tiny cock.

Forcing her eyes open again, she took a deep breath and looked at him. Not what she expected. The boy was on his knees, naked from the waist up, her juices on his face and some on his chest and he was staring at her with a mixture of confusion and fear in his shining blue eyes.

"Hey, what's up?" giving him a reassuring smile. She had to remind herself that, even though he was 24, he had almost no experience. "Don't be scared, I am ok, I promise. Better than ok. It was amazing!"

She kneeled beside him on the floor, giving him a kiss, her hands on his strong shoulders, giving him a small kiss, tasting herself on him, playfully licking his chin.

"Are you ok?"

"I am." She was relieved with the genuine smile he gave her. "Just kind of... impressed? I guess. Was it all that?"

"Uhum!" She nodded, quickly and playfully, giving his chin another lick. "I can positively say you are not the only one impressed. Are you sure you only had one girl? Cause that was some professional level shit!"

Anthony rewarded her statement with heavy blushing. But he kept smiling.

"I just did what felt right. And kept doing what I felt you responding too. I am glad it worked. Didn't feel very hard, though..."

"Oh, wow, one orgasm and you are already getting cocky?" She slapped his shoulder playfully.

"Two."

"What?"

"Two orgasms. You had another one before, remember? The one by those?" he smiled, actually feeling a bit cocky, raising his hand and placing his palm over her hard nipple.

"Mmmm. Yeah, ok, two." Moaning, she reluctantly removed his hand from her chest. "I guess I get to have a turn now, huh?" She took a glance down to his crotch, disappointed beside the expectation she had, with the absence of a bulge.

"I guess... erm... I mean, if you would like to..."

"Oh, for crying out loud, Tony!" she motioned him to get up.

He did and leaned down to help her up but she batted his hands away. Looking up, she grabbed the button, unfastening it, unzipping the pants and began to pull it down, her gaze never leaving his. He gave her a good shake, the least she could do is at least give the boy a nice blow. He earned that much, pencil dick or not.

Anthony was trying not to pass out. Anxiety, fear and a lot of hornyness were fighting in his head. Her eyes on his, commanding attention, he couldn't avoid thinking that, even though Alejandra was not what one would call a classic beauty, she was so fucking hot. The eyes, the promise of that wide mouth, the contrast of her hair and freckles against her skin. But mainly, the fact that she looked like a starving woman in front of a hearty meal. She could see the hunger in her eyes. She could give some pornstars pointers for how to nail a look.

Finally, Alejandra broke eye contact and looked at the tight boxers. At first, she felt that her predictions were true. The tight boxers had almost no volume in front. But as she pulled the pants down she noticed something very odd. Between his legs was quite a volume.

Anthony did not understand the puzzled look on her face, but he felt like his cock was almost breaking. He needed to relieve it from that prison.

"Sorry, Lej, I have to..." he pulled his boxers down at once and his cock sprung free. "Ah! Finally." he whispered, feeling his erection unravelling, his prick suddenly pushing forward and. To his dismay, hitting Alejandra right in the chin.

She fell back on her bum, stunned in many ways. Her jaw dropped as she moved her hand to her chin, her wide eyes never leaving what could only be described as an insane cock. It was so thick, so long. And it was not even fully hard.

That beast must be at least 20 cm long. The head was starting to peek out of the uncut tip, as it kept gaining length and girth. The balls underneath it were packed tight, almost like the skin couldn't handle all the weight, stretching it.

"What the fuck is that!?"

"I, I... I am sorry Lej. I don't know. It is... well, my penis." Anthony could expect a lot of reactions, but for that he was not prepared. He tried to cover his growing member, failing, obviously.

"Anthony! That is like... HUGE! Like, I mean, really really huge." She was recovering from the mental backlash. Getting back on her knees, she leaned forward, studying the massive thing with glee.

It was still growing, but probably not much more. The shaft curved upward, and now that it was fully extended, the head was popping out, all wet from his precum. She could see the veins running along that monster, giving it a threatening look. Hell, probably not just a look, considering how thick it is.

The whole thing with his old girlfriend was seen in a whole new light now. Poor girl had to get this monster inside of her without ever being with anyone else? The fact that she didn't just scream and ran was a tribute to that girl. She probably felt sore for weeks after.

"How the fuck are you not passing out from blood loss, Tony?" she finally placed her hands on his thighs, watching the now throbbing 25 cm shaft drooling precum in front of her. Compared to his height, the thing looked even more insane. "Tiny Tony my ass. You are a fucking giant, Tone!"

It was impossible not to smile. His whole life, He had been self conscious about his body. He never felt like he was enough for anyone. And here he had a hot girl blown away by him.

"Camon, it is not like that."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She finally moved her hand up, hesitantly encircling her slender fingers around the base. She could actually close them. "Fuck, look at how thick this is. Don't kid me, Tony, You know you have a weapon here."

"I... I do?" He looked down at her, holding back a moan as she grabbed his cock, her warm hands feeling so good he moved his hips back, making her jerk him just a bit. "I really didn't know that, Lej. You know I..." he blushed heavily. "I don't have a lot of experience, you know?"

"Yeah, sure, you don't have a lot of experience, ok, but haven't you ever watched porn?"

"I did, sure. I thought I was just an average guy."

"Average!?" She lifted another hand, this one cupping his heavy balls while moving her hand up the shaft, feeling every vein and bump on it. She could feel her pussy being flooded as she began wondering how the hell she was going to be able to take all that massive beautiful thing. "You think porn is average? You are not shitting me, are you? Fuck, Tony. Even for porn this is big. You are massive."

"I... Are you serious? Like for real? Am I really that big?" She could see some shine in his eyes, something waking up in him. She also noticed his hips bucking a bit. She better begin dealing with it seriously.

"You are huge, Tony!" She found out she was salivating. This thing was so big. She was actually afraid she was not going to be able to take him in her pussy, no matter how wet she was. There are limits to her body. Physical limits. But her mouth had never let her down. "Like the biggest guy I have ever seen. Probably the biggest guy I will ever see!"

She looked up at his face, enjoying his smile as she grabbed the base of the massive shaft with both hands, sure that maybe if she had a third one she might be able to cover the whole thing. She winked, playfully, and opened her mouth wide.

Alejandra was once self conscious about her mouth. It was wide. Like, really wide. She has been called 'The Joker' since kindergarten. And to make things worse, her lips were thin. For a long while, she hated it. It made her face look odd.

But since she began interacting with boys, it changed. She had an amazing kiss and she knew it. Besides, since she had a preference for bigger sizes, her mouth was actually able to deal with it.

Anthony put her to the test. She got the head in while opening wide, but she usually managed to lick the base of the shaft as she sucked. This would not be possible here. She began pumping his cock while pushing her head in, driving the massive head inside her.

This was a trick she had used before. Drool sliding down his shaft, into her hands, giving him the feeling of a sloppy blowjob while slowly negotiating that massive prick really into her mouth.

Moving her jaw and leaning forward, she prepared herself to slide it into her throat. She was quite surprised when he bucked his hips forward, shoving that massive prick into her. Something she hadn't had happened to her since her first blowjob ever happened: she gagged.

To his merit, Anthony immediately pulled his hips back as she began to cough and wheeze, leaning in and gently caressing her cheek.

"Sorry Lej! Did I hurt you? Are you ok?"

She began laughing and trying to breathe and felt his hard on subsiding a bit.

"I am ok, Tone!" She grabbed the dick once more, pumping his wet shaft quick and tight. "Just wasn't expecting it and it is a fucking huge cock." She licked the head, drooling on it, her eyes with some tears. "I actually enjoy being facefucked, but I will need you to help me with it."

His cock instantly jumped and she could feel it hardening quickly as he nodded, eagerly.

"So, I am going to slowly put it into my mouth. When I reach around here..." She grabbed around the middle point of the massive thing. "You will grab my head and fuck me like a cock hungry slut that I am. Can you do that for me, Tone?"

He was about to answer when she shoved his head into her mouth and began sucking like her life depended on it. Anthony threw his head back and grunted, using every inch of willpower not to grab her head.

When he looked down again, she was almost at the mark. Her eyes were open, staring directly at him and she winked. That broke the last of his will and he felt instincts taking hold, like an animal.

He grabbed her head with both hands and held it still, while his hips began pumping. Slowly at first, then faster, faster and faster. Soon, he was fucking her face like it was a sex toy. He could hear her wet throat every time he shoved it in and out.

It was all too much. It was kind of his first time and he felt that he could burst at any second. He felt his balls tightening and the build up increasing.

"Fuck, Lej, I'm gonna cum..." he pulled his hip back, trying to unlock it from her lips, but Alejandra had other ideas.

She grabbed his ass and pulled him, her body leaning forward to allow the massive member deep into her throat. She never felt so full. Forcing herself to look up, her eyes begging him for his jizz.

She was rewarded immediately. His cock jerked and spilled a warm, thick goo deep into her. She couldn't taste it, but it was so much she couldn't hope to hold it in. She let his cheeks go and pulled back, the massive hard volume being replaced with a liquid one as the cock went out.

Reaching the head, she locked her lips on it and licked while her hands pumped his cum into her mouth. It was slightly bitter, a bit sweet. She kept sucking until he ended the stream and was so sensitive that her tongue gave him shivers, pulling out of her.

He finally could breathe again. Looking down, she was beaming at him, liking her lips. It was sexy as fuck. Sluty, also, but super sexy.

"Fuck, that was amazing, Lej!" He shivered again, his cock finally free of her mouth and hands.

"Yummy!" She winked at him, swallowing the rest of his load. She then focused on his eyes as he helped her up from her knees. "Thank you for feeding me, Tone."

He pushed her to him and kissed her. Hard. Deep. One of those kisses done with the whole body. He could feel her tight, sweaty body against his, her tongue playing with his mouth, the slight aftertaste of his own juice, but nothing mattered.

Alejandra felt his semi hard cock stiffening once more. She broke the kiss, smiling and looking down to the image of his massive prick against her abs, lipstick smudges along the whole lumpy veiny length.

"Oh wow! All that and he is already ready to play."

"Well, it is your fault. You are too damn sexy, Lej." He embraced her again, mouth closing in on her neck, his cock pressed against their muscular bodies, humping slightly between them.

She moaned, her own body writhing as she felt the meat club against her skin. She was actually going to do it. She was actually gonna get fucked by that huge stick. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, making him look at her starving eyes.

"Anthony. I need you to fuck me." She sounded calm, categorically, but her body was burning and her eyes were only lust. "I need to feel you spreading me with that huge... fat... insane cock. Fuck me Tony! NOW!"

He wasn't going to make her demand it twice. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her up and laid her back against the couch. One of the few advantages of being small: it was a lot easier to align his cock to her pussy even on top of the short couch.

She yelped and fell back, giggling. But when she saw that massive dick approaching her pussy, she couldn't hold back a wave of terror.

"Go slow, kay, Tony? Or you will break me. It is huge. Go slow."

He nodded, adjusting expectations. He grabbed the now throbbing cock and began pushing his head up and down her wet pussy.

"Damn, Lej. Look how wet you are. You really need my cock, don't you?" He watched delighted as she squirmed, her hand moving up to pinch her nipple, hard, her hips moving with him, eager. She nodded, fast.

He pumped his hips forward, his head pushing her lips apart but springing up, the bumpy shaft sliding against her clit.

"I need you to say it, Lej."

"Oh, fuck me, Tony. I need that thick prick. Fuck me, please, baby, ruin me for every other man, shape my pussy with that huge cock, please?"

Anthony smiled and pushed it against her once more, this time with his hand steering it, he did not let it slide out. He watched her eyes go wide and her mouth open in a silent scream as his head slowly slipped in. He stopped for a bit, waiting for her to start breathing again.

"Fuck, Tony. So big." Alejandra looked down and could not believe that this was only his head. Her hand moved up to his chest and her fingers locked on his shoulder. "You are going to kill me, Tony."

"Shh. I will go slow, Lej. I am going to move now ok?"

Her eyes went wide in panic for a second. Anthony almost laughed. Instead, he leaned in, kissing her deep. When he felt she relaxed, he pulled back and then in again, sliding a bit more inside her. He felt her tongue stop and her moaning into his mouth. When she felt her relaxing once more, he did it again. And again. And again.

Alejandra was incoherent, babbling and moaning. A stream of moans, pleadings, promises and curses were coming out of her mouth. Until she finally felt his head reach the end of her channel. It was too much.

"Fuck meeeeEEEEE!" She screamed, feeling her body begin to convulse. Sinking her nails on his back, she threw her head side to side. "You fucker. It is so big. You... mmmmmhn ahhh! Destroyed... uh, uh, uh! My pussy! My poor pussy! AAAAaaaahhhhh! So full, so full. Ah, Ah, ah, AH! Oh god! Oh God... oh GOOOOaaaaaAAAAWD!"

That display was a lot for Anthony. If he hadn't just cum, he would have bursted into her right there. She was so wet, warm and tight. Fuck, that was one tight pussy. Taking a deep breath, he waited a bit, kissing her neck and lips, until she calmed down.

"Fucking fuck, fucker!" Alejandra almost blacked out. But she was back. Keeping her hands on his neck. She kissed him deeply and moved her hips. "Oh! I almost went again. Damn, Tony, you are so BIG!"

Smiling, he pushed himself up with his arms, looking down at her twisting body. Alejandra also looked down at that amazing body, but when she gazed a bit lower, she could not believe it. At least a fourth of his cock was still out of her.

"Oh, Tony! I am sorry! I don't think I can take it all. Oh my gawd, I can't believe it! I can't take it all." It was surreal for her. And a bit frustrating."All that meat, and I can't take it. Forgive me Tony." Her pleading was separated by moans as she began moving up and down. "I wanted to feel your balls against my ass. Sorry.... Sorry... Sorry..."

Anthony was not the most savvy guy, but it didn't take a genius to decide to move again. He began slowly.

"No, no, no!" Alejandra grabbed his head with both hands, forcing him to look at her eyes. "No more of that bullshit. I might not be able to take it all, but I am no delicate flower." She placed her hands on his tight, muscular ass and pulled, gasping. "Fuck me, Tony! Make me your slut! Mould my pussy to the shape of that monster cock."

Anthony did not wait for a second invitation. His hips were thrusting faster almost immediately. It was tricky, holding back enough not to hurt her but keep a good pace, specially with the tightness fighting him every time he had to shove it in again, despite her being soaking wet.

It didn't help that Alejandra was going wild under him. She was moaning, squirming and cumming like crazy. He was under the impression she was just in one long orgasm. It was slightly interrupted when he lost it a bit and poke her too deep. She would yelp, slap his arm or drag her nails on him but went right back to moan and writhe the second he pulled out and back in.

She felt her pussy tighten again and a pang deep into his balls. He could not take it anymore.

"Hmm. I am going to... cum, Lej!"

"Uh, what?" Alejandra was barely conscious right now. Her whole body was a mix of muscle spasm. Her brains felt like mush. She had completely lost track of time. She felt like he'd been fucking her for hours. She did not understand why, but suddenly, her pussy was so empty. "No nonononon!" She whimpered, looking down, watching that huge veiny monster simply burst into a white jet of jizz all over her.

The warm gooey spurt hit her face first. She closed her eyes but not her mouth, as it once again tasted his juice. The next spends coated her chest and her abs, as she twisted and moaned, her pussy feeling so void it almost made her feel like she needed that massive cock in her permanently.

"Why!?" She whined while lifting her hands to his contorting face, pulling him in, his cumming cock between their bodies as she kissed his face and neck, still wiggling her body under him. "Why did you pull out?"

"I didn't know if I should cum in." Anthony was breathing hard, enjoying her warm body against his, his cock still sensitive, but slowly beginning to deflate.

"I am safe, silly!" Alejandra giggled and embraced him, her last orgasm interrupted, making her restless but quite tired after all that. "And I wanted to feel you filling me in with your cum." She grabbed his ass and moved her hips against him, feeling his hard shaft hesitate between resting and going again. "You think maybe that big boy there had another one in it? I think maybe if you get it on my ass you might be able to actually slide it all... the way... in..."

She got the reaction she expected. He lifted himself on his arms and looked down on her, his insane cock slowly rising again.

"You mean...?"

"Destroy my ass, Tony. I want you to fuck me so deep I will feel it in my throat."

His answer was, finally, a growl.

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"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

Grace was jumping and shouting along with the rest of the party as Pete Ericson was trying to down as much beer upside down as possible. She was also quite aware that her bouncy cheeks were giving a show to half the drunken boys, the wide round curve threatening to escape her tight short skirt with every move.

She could not believe how much her life changed in the last 3 months. She went from being a fat side chick to the most desirable woman on campus at that time. Damn, she was even best friends with cheerleaders.

Looking up and around she was, as usual, surrounded by her `besties´: Daisy, your typical tall all american blondie. Down to the fake tits and almost absent ass. Not that Grace could judge anyone for getting work done. On the other side, Jessica, thick, bubbly and the biggest slut redhead that Grace has ever met. They both were almost double her height and since she became a thing, they began orbiting her.

Suddenly, she felt herself being embraced by big muscular arms, and a drunken beer tasting kiss was just following. She leaned in on it, while Anders, now her regular guy, kissed her deep. He was one of the stars on the football team and almost a star on her bed.

He was strong, dark hair, darker eyes, VERY good with his fingers and, from what she could tell, the biggest cock on campus. And he still couldn't reach all the way inside her. He actually made her cum with his cock once, but drunk as he was now, she knew tonight was not gonna be the encore.

Their kiss ended abruptly, one of the guys calling him, and he spun her, slapped her ass, that started a giggling fest between her and her friends. She lost a bit of her balance and bumped a bit hard against someone. She could hear the splash and a few drops of whatever drink this person was having felt on her leg.

"What the actual fuck!?"

Gracie cursed himself. Not only had she bumped into a person that was clearly drunk, she had bumped into Alejandra, Tony´s girl. And by the slur in her voice, she was drunk.

She and Tony had been together for the last 3 months. And the gymnast REALLY did not like Grace. Sure, she was polite the 2 or 3 times they talked to each other, but she knew. Her tone, eyes, posture, they all scream the feeling.

"Perfect. Just perfect. That now really makes this the perfect fucking night!"

"I am sorry Alejandra, I kind of lost my balance and didn't see you there..."

"Why would you!? You never look around you anyway, you entitled little... Look at what you have done!"

Alejandra was wearing a black skirt, a very short and tight one, showing her muscular legs. A small white top, exposing most of her toned stomach held by thin straps, also displaying her toned back and shoulders. Even though Grace was much more comfortable in her body these days, she couldn't avoid feeling a bit of envy of the athlete's body.

Or should she say once white top, since now it was soaked in red liquid and quickly getting transparent. Sure, the girl had no tits at all, but the nipples were quite large and poking obscenely out.

Even though she knew it was not her fault, Gracie felt bad for the girl. She could see Jessica by her side staring at the almost naked chest, hungrily. Not many people knew, but the fiery red haired woman was a closet bissexual and Grace had to cut her advances many times, specially when they drank a bit.

"Oh! So sorry! Listen, I do have an extra top up in Ander´s room. It will be a bit big on you, but..."

"Yeah, sure, of course. Not like I was going to get any tonight either way, so..." She quickly talked to Xiang, one of the other girls from the gym team and gestured to Grace to lead the way. The four proceeded up the stairs, Gracie leading the way, followed by Alejandra, Daisy and Jessica closing the line.

"So, Tony is not coming to the party?" Grace tried to make conversation while looking for one of her tops, one that could maybe fit the tiny girl.

"Why would I know?" She sighted and her voice trembled. "We ended... He ended things 3 days ago." She let herself go on the bed, a tear staining the dark mascara.

"Oh, sorry to hear that, honey! It sucks." Jessica sat next to her, embracing her by the strong shoulders, a hand patting her knee, trying to console the girl. Gracie knew better. She glanced over to Daisy, which rolled her eyes. Alejandra was sure to finish the night with a red between her legs.

"I am sorry to hear it. You guys made a cute couple." Daisy was trying to be nice, but deep down, even she knew she was being condescendant. The gymnast knew it too, but now she was having a hard time holding back the tears.

"What happened? You guys seemed to be doing so fine." Grace followed, giving her the top.

"You actually don't know, do you?" Alejandra got up, taking her skimpy top off, exposing the thick dark nipples. She kept going, now fury spilling from her eyes. "You know what went wrong? I am not a fat cow with an ass like a pornstar and a toxic personality to boost it all! You are going to stand there and tell me you never notice his puppy dog eyes looking at you? He loves you, you dumb cow!"

Gracie blushed badly. Of course she knew Tony had an interest in her. But she never gave him any hope.

"I am sorry, Alejandra, but I never fed it. I can´t be blamed for his feelings for me."

"Oh, but you did enjoy cuddling with him, using him as an emotional blanket. You want him as a boyfriend, just not as a real boyfriend." She turned, bumping into Jessica. The big girl embraced her, pulling her close, mashing her against the generous freckled cleavage and letting her sob.

"There, there, girl. It will pass. Guys are all like that, a bit dumb. We've all been there. They never get us and they are always chasing what they don't have. A great girl like you and he dumped you because he is 'in love' with another. They don't even know what they are feeling." Jessica kept massaging her hair, tenderly embracing the crying semi naked girl. "You should try a girl some time. We are much better than them."

"Oh, fuck me, I wish I could. But there is that part missing, you know." She finally lifted her head up to the red. "I don't think I could live without it."

" Aw camon, girl. You were with Tiny Tony!" Daisy interjected, giggling, followed by Jess. "Not like there was much to be missed, huh?"

"You know nothing, blondie!" Alejandra turned, eyes shooting daggers at the tall girl. "You bimbos don't bother looking for anything but appearances and you end up missing so much... so fucking MUCH."

Daisy raised an eyebrow and Grace held her breath. That couldn't be, could it?

"You mean Tiny Tony..."

"There´s nothing tiny there. Fuck, how will I ever cum again?" The drunken girl's eyes glazed as she remembered these last few months. Jessica, with her eyes glued to those insane large nipples in such a flat chest noticing the nubs hardening and engorging. She couldn't avoid licking her lips.

"Nah, there's no way, he is too small..." Daisy insisted, but her curiosity peaked.

"Huge. Like insanely huge. Like pornstars wished they had a cock like him. And he is so good with it. So gentle, so nice. And he fucked me every single day. It has already been 3 days and I am so empty. I will never be filled like that again. Never." She began sobbing again, and Jessica embraced her one more time.

The red nodded towards the door and the girls took the hint, leaving them alone. Gracie once again felt sorry for the girl. Jess was about to take advantage of a horny, sad girl. Probably never to look at her again. But, hey, this is college. This is the way things are, right?

She did not have much time to ponder all that, considering fate decided to throw her no one else but Tony himself at the bottom of the stairs. The fact that she had just talked to Alejandra made her think that he looked kind of sad. But Tony always had that sad puppy face.

"Oh, hello there, Tony! Just the guy I wished to see!" Daisy stepped forward, all smiles, leaning in, exposing her very generous cleavage down to her pink nipples.

Grace could not hold back her expression of disgust at the slutty behavior. Not that she herself was against that, just that the little whore was acting like that just because of what they just heard from Alejandra. Actually, she herself let her eyes down to check his crotch, but it looked like a normal guy. Alejandra was tripping, for sure.

"Oh, hi Daisy." Tony gave the tall blonde a faint wave, glancing quickly at Grace, confused. "Are you sure you were looking for me?"

"Oh silly, of course I was!" She giggled and playfully placed a hand on his arm. "Oh, wow, I keep forgetting how strong gymnasts are. But anyway, I just mentioned you to Gracie, like, you guys are such friends and I am, like, her bestie. Sure we should get to know each other more. Right?"

"Riiight, I guess..." Tony always felt uncomfortable around Daisy. Besides being an objectively gorgeous woman, she was very tall. Almost a head above him. Which placed her huge fake breasts right at his eye level.

Daisy was not the kind of girl he would go for, but then again, he was human and she was very, very fine. So he let himself be moved with the blonde to the yard, with a small detour to get some beers on the way. They found a set of benches and sat down, Daisy very close to him (and yes, even sitting down, she was clearly taller) and Grace on the bench just in front of them.

"So, Tell me Tony, how are things? Enjoying your year? I heard you got yourself a girlfriend, now that should be fun, right?" Daisy kept a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to listen to him, her breasts almost shoved at his face.

"Yeah, it has been an ok year. But me and Alejandra actually broke up a few days ago." He sipped his beer, trying hard not to stare at the massive chest by his side.

"Oh no! What happened!? Are you ok?" Daisy laid it on thick, arms embracing him in an awkward hug, being all supportive.

Grace rolled her eyes one more time. No way Anthony was falling for this bullshit, right? Then again, he kept glancing at the blonde's cleavage. Which she guessed was inevitable, considering how much of it was on display, but she was so obvious. And Anthony was a smart guy.

She kind of lost track of the conversation, but was unable to tune out their body language. Daisy was very close, being very touchy with him. At one point, Grace thought the tall blonde was going to actually sit on his lap.

Anthony, on the other hand, was being his usual shy self, clearly uncomfortable with the proximity. But Grace knew him too well. She noticed how he was relaxing while they talked, laughing discreetly at her jokes. Damn, men. They are never able to resist the attention of a hot girl.

After some time, Daisy was actually sitting on his lap and they were both laughing at something. Anthony hadn't even glanced at Grace's direction for a while now and it was píssing her off. He was her friend after all.

And to make things even worse, they all saw Jessica walking towards their group. Her hair was a bit messy and she was touching up her red lipstick as she walked.

"Hey guys! What are you up to!?" She waved her whole body jiggling.

"Not much, just cheering up Tony here, since he had a nasty break up with one dumb girl who can't appreciate a real man." Daisy kept on his lap and her tits were practically under his chin.

"Oh, hey Tony, almost didn't see you behind Daisy's fat tits." Jessica jabbed, not even considering sitting beside Grace, actually squeezing next to Anthony, the small guy now surrounded by voluptuous flesh from all sides.

"Who are you calling fat, cow!?" Daisy replied, giggling. She leaned in and kissed her friend in a very non friendly way. That was actually tongue on it and Jessica brought up her hand to Anthony's leg.

And that is when Grace saw it. Down his other leg pants, almost at his knees, a twitch. Her eyes went wide. It was all true. She could see the line of an insane tool against the guy's jeans. The girls kissing on top of him got a reaction.

Her head began to spin. How had she never noticed that before? The guy had a crush on her, for fucks sake! How was he able to hide THAT from her? Was she always that blind?

Her head was spinning. The mental whiplash was a bit much. She realised she couldn't even imagine a tool like that on him. Even seeing the bulge, it looked like something fake, like he had stuffed something down his pants. It was hard to believe that the biggest cock on campus was just down the hall this whole time.

A second later, one other realisation hit her: Those sluts were going to fuck her Anthony. She could see Jessica's hand sliding down his abs, after the girls broke the kiss. Daisy had switched from her mouth to his, while Jessica was nibbling his neck.

"Oh Anthony..." She mumbled. And to her surprise, he broke the kiss and looked at her, making both girls stop. She blushed. What right does she have to keep him from it? She had her opportunity, right? Or maybe...

"I... I am not feeling too well." Grace fired him a sad smile. "I think I will call it a night and go home. You guys have fun."

She lifts up and turns to the exit, not straightening her skirt right away, giving the trio an eyeful of her huge ass curve, before sensualing pulling the tight skirt down from her hips. She took a few steps, making sure to sway those insane curves as she went.

For her own astonishment, she believed that he would actually just let her go. That she actually had screwed up for real, and that the opportunity was forever gone. She looked down at her feet.

"Hey, Grace!" She shot her head up, turning back. And there he was, smiling gently at her. "If you are not feeling well, maybe I could walk with you? I wouldn't be able to enjoy the party if I was worried about you."

Grace nodded as he walked beside her. She embraced his strong arm and turned her face slightly to her 'BFFs'. Both shoot daggers at her but it did not matter. She cosies up to Anthony and they begin walking back to their compound.

To both their surprises, after a few minutes of awkward silence, they slowly came back to their old habits. Conversation came easy as always, they were laughing, telling stories and teasing each other like the last six months haven't ever happened. The only real difference was that Grace never let go of his arm.

Before they noticed, they were back at the door of Grace's apartment.

"Thank you For the 'ride' home, Anthony." She smiled, looking at his blue eyes.

"Anytime you need, miss Grace." he jested, feeling the absence of her huge hips against his side now that they were back.

"I am sorry I made you miss the party."

"No problem at all. I just hope you are feeling better."

"I am. Very much so." She lowered her eyes and bit her lips. "Well, I kind of have a confession to make. But I am afraid you will be very angry with me..."

"Really?" He smiled, not taking her very seriously. He gently touched her chin, making her big brown eyes gaze into his. "It can't be too bad. What is it?"

"Well, I was not feeling well, it is true but it was nothing... well, physical. I just..." She took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes once again. "I think I was jealous of you and the girls."

Anthony froze. No way. Was she actually saying what she was saying? He had given up on her for so long now. How?

"I know, they were all over you and the thought of those sluts having you... I just couldn't take it."

"Are you fucking kiding me?" as she looked up he could see his eyes in a way she had never seen before. A mix of betrayal and actually some rage. "Just tell me you are kidding me, Grace. You have to be, right?"

"I... I mean, I know this might be surprising, I was surprised too."

"No shit I am surprised." he began pacing from one side to the other in front of her, his voice rising, not to the point of shouting, but for sure higher. "Specially considering you know I have a crush on you since... well, since forever. And you know it!"

Grace's eyes fall from his face, blushing heavily. Of course she knew. How could she not know? He was always so obvious. But before she could say anything, he kept going.

"And now, I am finally getting out of my shell, you know? Having a life! And, who could have imagined, people have actually noticed me. Surely enough, now Grace has to come in and make a mess." His pacing becomes more frantic, his arms waving side to side, but he never glances back at her. "Because of course she will. I am no longer at your back up and call, I am not there to pick the pieces when these assholes hurt you. So, you want me to continue to be your emotional support. What about my feelings, Grace!? Do you even care? Or am I just one more tool for you to use? The queen needs everyone to be her pawn!?"

Grace feels her eyes swelling with tears. Mostly because, in a way, he is right. She had used him in the past, both as an emotional support and as a confidence boost. And, if she was going to be honest with herself, if she had never known about his special features, she would probably never actually be interested in him this way.

But on the other hand, she genuinely likes Anthony. He is fun, they have lots in common, and he is truly a good man, a true friend. Sure this can go somewhere, right? This isn´t just sexual frustration, she likes him. Maybe not love, but love can happen. People grow in love much more than fall in love.

"I am sorry, Anthony. I was dumb. An idiot, actually. And I hate that it hurt you, but, please, it was never my intention, I swear, I..." She looks up to find him very close to her. His eyes were still hard, but she can see his love and admiration in them too. And she can see them soften as he watches her tears.

Suddenly, without warning, he steps forward and pulls her in, his mouth on hers as he embraces her.

Even through the shock at this bold move from her tame friend, the first thing in her mind is how soft his lips are. Even if his breath still carries the alcohol from earlier, it is a soft yet intense kiss. She never kissed anyone that was about her height, and it was quite an odd experience. Not bad, her neck sure was more comfortable, but definitely new.

The second thing through her mind is how hard his arms and chest are as he pulls her soft body against his. Of course, she had felt it before, when she cuddled against him last year, when he was just the chubby girl no one wanted to be with. But now, this was different. He was not comforting her, he was kissing her. On his terms. If any part of her ever questioned if she could see him as more than a friend, this kiss dissolved that notion. Anthony was clearly much more sensual and determined than she could ever imagine.

As if he could read her mind and was ready to prove a point, he opened his mouth, his lips pulling hers apart as his tongue slid in. Not forceful, but clearly not tame. His hand moving down her back, stopping just before her ample cheeks were reached and pulling her even close to him, his strong thigh between her legs, spreading hers just a bit, enough for her to grind slightly against his.

She takes a deep breath, inhaling his. His other hand moved up her neck, calloused fingers entangling on her hair, caressing the skin, and the kiss quickly became a dangerous one to be having in front of the building.

Suddenly, she feels his hand close on her hair as he firmly pulls her head back, breaking the kiss, but not letting go. She can see in his eyes how much he wants her. Not only how he feels about her, of course, it is there, but there is more. That is lust. Animal lust.

"Anthony, I am sorry I..." She whispers.

"Shut up!" His voice is firm, but that is no anger. He is clearly taking the reins of this event. It is disconcerting, it looks so little like the Anthony she knows, but it sure works. She can feel her nipples harden and her already wet sex get flooded. "Come!"

She grabs her hand and pulls her in. When they get into the elevator, he kisses her deep again, grinding his leg against her desperate sex, she moans in his mouth. When the door opens, he once again guides her out, like she is just a timid, inexperienced girl, being led by her man.

He stops in front of her apartment and nods to the door. She lets her head fall a bit and tries to find her key with trembling hands. When she finally opens the door, he gets in, without asking her, without excusing himself.

When she locks it, she can feel his strong hands on her waist, turning her to face him. He is once again, right against her face. She can feel herself flustered and breathing heavily.

"Say it!"

"Anthony, I... I don't know..."

"If you don´t know, I am leaving. I am not playing games anymore. You said it. You say you want me. You say I can do... whatever. You open to me for real, at least once. You do it now or I am leaving. This is not a bluff, this is not manipulation, this is no game. You say it or I leave. Choose."

She gulps. She can see it in his eyes. He is not kidding. This is him putting his foot down. And he is, as usual, giving her the choice. She is either letting this happen or he is leaving. Probably to fuck someone else.

She nods.

"Nope. You are not taking the easy way out. Say it! You want me to stay, tell me. Make me believe."

She squirms against his body. Why does this heavy handed, harsh Anthony turn her on so much?

"Please, don't leave. I... I need you. Like, physically need you. You have driven me crazy. I am so horny right now, Anthony. Please stay? Please, fuck me!? Make me yours, Anthony. Please!"

She tries to lean forward to kiss him but he pulls his head back. A smile she had never seen before spread on his mouth. Confident. Excited. With maybe a hint of wickedness in it?

It is just a moment, He once again moves in, pressing her against the door, his tongue taking possession of her mouth again. But she kind of yelps and then melts as she feels his hand moving to her breasts, massaging them, roughly but dexterously, circling his palm against her hard nipple, making her moan in his mouth.

Soon they were spinning around the small apartment, hands and tongues exploring each other. At some point, Grace pulled his shirt up, ripping it a bit, but exposing his tight muscles, as she grinds her teeth and tongue over them. His hands grab a handful of her ass, massaging those insane round cheeks, barely believing the girth his hands were working with.

Eventually, Grace ended up at her sofa, her dress and hair dishevelled, breathing hard, her soaking thong exposed, looking up at a smiling shirtless Anthony. How the fuck had she not noticed how gorgeous he was. Those dark blue eyes, the wide ching, strong nose. Now that she was looking up at him, she finally understood how an amazing man he was.

He enjoyed the way she looked at him. It has been years of crushing hard and here she was, panting, wet, needy, all for him. And now, he knew he had one other card to play. He was still doubtful of Alejandra's description of his manhood, but this was his moment. He looked down at her and with a confidence that surprises even himself said:

"Go on. Open it."

She felt a shiver go through her body. This was it. Moment of truth. Was she lied to? Was Anthony really all that?

With unsteady hands, she reached for the button of his jeans. Undoing it, she quickly unzipped and pulled it down. She couldn't keep the disappointment off her face when she saw the empty crotch.

Then she looked down. Anthony was wearing long and tight white boxers that stopped a few centimeters from his knees. Against his left thigh, she could see the fabric straining to contain the thickest, longest meat log she had ever got her eyes on. The flare of the head was showing against the slightly transparent fabric, as his own excitement had drenched the underwear with his own precum.

Her jaw went slack. Her hands paralysed, thumbs hanging inside the hem of the packed underwear as her mind adjusted to a reality where such a thing existed. A quick flash of images went through her mind of all the things such a hefty thing could do to her, for her. She whimpered and, without even noticing, licked her lips.

His cock jumped, straining the fabric once again. Her face and the cold breath against his wet head were having an effect on him. Anthony held back the temptation to chuckle at her.

"Don't just stare at it, Grace. Set it free. I really like these boxers, would like to be able to use them again."

Slightly trembling, grace pulls down the hem, steadily revealing the fleshy member. So thick, veiny and so fucking long! When she finally reaches the head, the shaft bobs up, the glistening tip almost slapping against her chin. She leans forward to remove the boxers, looking up at the impressive tool, his smell making herself even damper.

Without being asked, she grabs it by the base. Or try it. Her tiny hands can't reach around the girth. She watches in fascination as the insane dick engorges and swells, quickly reaching its full size. It is unbelievable. Anthony is a monster. Damn Alejandra wasn't lying.

She leans in, licking the wet tip. He also tasted good. Strong, tart, so manly. Grabbing the thing with both hands, she pulls his skin back and locks her lips on it, lapping the tip as she pumps it, moaning.

Anthony could not believe the look on her face. He always found Grace to be extra sexy, but the way she looked and grabbed his cock, like a desperate woman. Like she doesn't want him, she needs it.

"Hmpghnft" he groans, before sliding his hand to her face, gently making her look up at him. "Grace, you can't suck it. No one can. You know what you want don't you?"

She nods, licking her lips. Suddenly, in a burst of motion, she turns around and lays herself on the couch cushions, pulling her drenched thong to the side and exposing her thick, wide and plump bottom.

Anthony could not believe that sight. Sure, he had imagined it before. But here it was: Gracie's huge ass, given to him, trembling abundant flesh he had only dreamed before. He saw her looking back, her eyes full of need. It was time, he had to act.

He places both his hands on those huge mounds and pulls them apart. Her flesh was soft and pliable under his fingers, as he spread those cheeks, his cock being pushed against that crack, as he moved it up and down the globes, hotdogging his crush.

Grace was beside herself. She could feel the veins pressing against her ass, the massive volume between her cheeks like she had never before. This was it! Finally! Eager to finally feel it, she leans forward even more, pushing her ass up and spreading her thick legs even more, trying to get him to do it.

Anthony needed no other invitation. Grabbing his meat by the base, he slides his wet head up and back down, poking for her folds. It was not hard to find it, her wet pussy was wide spread and exuding needy warmth. With a smile and a grunt, he moves his hips forward, pushing her lips apart with the wide head, hearing a squish sound as some of her fluid squeezes out.

"What - the - fuuUUCK!" Grace screams, feeling herself melt as she is forced open like never before. "OH MY GOD... Anthony! Anthony! So big! So BIG! "She squeals, some deep part of her mind aware that this was just the head, that there is so much more to come.

He couldn't hold back the smile. Grace was so much softer than Alejandra. Every bit of her flesh trembling, jiggling, comfortable and accepting, so unlike his ex body, so tight and muscular. He could feel her voluminous ass against his cock, wrapping even the part that was not inside her in warm flesh. And the inside of her? So hot, he felt almost like his cock head was burning. It takes a lot of him to hold back and not simply push inside. His previous experience taught him that people would need time to adapt to his size.

Gracie was having none of it. This was finally a cock that could properly fuck her and she was not waiting anymore for it. She looks back, throwing her hair to the side, watching his smiling, tense face looking down on her from the mounds of her ass and moans, pushing her body back, forcing more of his shaft into her, feeling her leg tremble.

"Do it, Anthony. Mmhf... Fuck.. oh gawd, fuck me... I need it. I can... oh damn... I can take it. I need it... do it! Do me! Do me! Do meeeeAARRRHHTMMM!!!!"

She screams as he holds her by the waist and pulls her by the hips, forcing a large chunk of the massive prick into her at once. She can feel her trembling under him as her scream turns into a high squeal followed by a silent scream.

"Fuck, you came." He mumbles to himself, impressed by her responsiveness. Her face never turned into pain, just pleasure. That was a new one. Both his previous experiences had come with the girls expressing some level of pain when he first got into them. Alejandra once had told him that it was good pain, that it was actually something she liked. But Grace? Grace showed nothing but bliss. She actually came when he pushed in.

She was babbling and moaning on the couch, barely believing she came from penetration. Her throat was a bit sore making her realize how loud she screamed. She tries to lift her head, talk to him when she feels him move, pulling it back out. Turning her head, about to beg him not to take it out, she was surprised with the wicked little smile in his face as he slams it back into her again, going even deeper.

"Well, you clearly can take it." He pants, pulling slightly back and plunging back in again. "So, I think I will give it to you."

She can't respond, just moan and squeal, each thrust amazing her even more of how big he was. She couldn't believe how full she was. How deep it was. How could that be possible? Soon, each thrust was making him slap his hips against her ass, a sound she always dreaded, because it meant the guy was tapped, that was all she was getting and that was always so little. But she was full. She was tapped. And she could still feel some of his shaft against her cheeks.

Anthony was also amazed. He could never really let go in his life. Sure, Alejandra kept him busy, and she was wild. But he never felt his cock so completely encased. He could never move with abandon, he could never thrust freely. All of this is gone now. He was thrusting with energy feeling his whole cock being sleeved into Grace's flesh, each thrust making waves on that giant ass.

And the sounds she was making, the moans, the muffled curses and the varying squeals marking each orgasm. This was sex as it was meant to be, enjoyment without worries, without anxiety, just pleasure.

Feeling bold, he grabs her hair and pulls. Her body turns into an 'U', her waist bent, ass up, head grabbed and he pumped in. She was grunting now, her voice hoarse, deeper, each thrust a grunt, both reduced to horny animals, enthralled by their most basic instincts.

He could feel it rising in him. Each thrust brings it closer. Slowly, he was losing the rhythm. He had no idea if she could sense it, but he could not stop it, the same way he could not stop a moving train.

Grace had no idea how long it had been. She was out of breath. Between the ecstatic sensations, she tries to remember herself to breathe. She never came like this. Suddenly, she feels him slapping her ass. She screams and feels his head pokes her deeper than ever, and the warmth fills her insides. He can hear his voice as he moans her name and she comes again, her legs failing, her body resting against the cushions, his hard body leaning on top of her, his thick cock pulsing inside of her, for once, well worn pussy.

They keep that position for a bit, both breathing hard, feeling each other's sweat and warmth, his cock deflating a bit, but still plugging her.

"Fuck, Grace, that was amazing." He finally says, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulders, gently. "I mean, I could never.."

"I know, right? Like, fuck, Anthony. I have never... damn!"

Smiling, he lifts his torso from her and pulls his hip back, finally pulling his dick out of her. Grace whimpers, never feeling so empty in her life. She turns and slides her back against the couch, sitting on the floor. Anthony was looking down at her with his goofy, loving expression. His huge cock drenched in her juices heavy between his thighs. It was such an odd image, this small, really buff guy with that enormous thing between his legs.

"Damn... Who would have thought. Tony, the Titan!" She giggles, reaching for the shaft, once again impressed by its weight. She licks the head, lapping while looking up at his eyes as they move from love to lust. "Do you have another one in you, my titan?"

"Oh, yeah!" he grunts as she cleans his cock, feeling it swell again in her hands, amazed by her pretty sparkling eyes, that perfect smile shoved against his cock. "As many as you require, Gracie."

"Good. Cause I am going to lick it until it is iron and you are going to fuck me in the ass." She winks and locks lips on the head once more, letting go with a pop. "Then we are going to take a shower and you will fuck me again. And again. Until I pass out and I can no longer walk. Until all my holes are leaking you. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am" he nods, his cock jumping in her hand. "Sounds like a plan."

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The referee ends it. The whole stadium jumps up, hats, ribbons, popcorn in the air. Grace screams and claps. They won the finals. Anders MVP, of course. She sees him dodging the cheerleaders, Daisy giving him the stink eye, as he runs towards her. She giggles, feeling his strong black arms around her, pulling against his sweaty body, kissing her, showing the whole school that their champion was hers!

That was a rush she could not let go. There is power in that, in the attention, the envy of every girl on campus. The fat kid she once was revels in it. Feeds on it.

Lifting her arms, she embraces her champion, kissing back. His hand slides down, grabbing her ass and she breaks the kiss, slapping his arm, giggling. She can hear the laughter around her. They are THE couple.

"Get ready, babe." Anders smiles, leaning to whisper in her ear. "I am going to rail you like never before tonight!"

She freezes for a split second, hoping he does not notice, but he is already back at his teammates, celebrating. Her eyes moved up the benches, where the gymnastics team was. Alejandra. Xiang, the exchange student. Luigi and Mario, the 'gays'. Anna, the muscle bitch. And Anthony. Tony the Titan.

It was never gonna work out. Anthony loved her but she was not focused on him. She enjoys the attention, the parties. She enjoys being queen of campus. He enjoyed her but hated it all.

Their eyes lock as the gyms are gathering their things to leave. He is still hurt. She does not like it, but she swallows it. She was desired. She saw Xiang grabbing his arm and glancing down at her, shooting daggers.

He turns back to Anders and shakes her head. Rail her like never before? Pfft. Sure, he was big, he was good. He was no titan.