Big Girl on Campus

Hey Everyone! Been a while! The next thing coming out will be a futa/male story, a spin off of Trashy Suburban Futa that takes place in the same apartment they end up moving into. Different cast of characters however. Feel free to look at my bio for some info on that!

This story was a request from a buddy of mine that I said I would write for him. Commissions are still closed as of right now however. I was a little hesitant to write about someone who was actually transgender and not the classic take on futa, due to it not really being my place and all that, so I hope this story doesn't read as too insensitive in that regard. There isn't really a lot of noncon in this story, just pretty heavy handed seduction, all parties are consenting in this story. As always these stories are just fantasy smut, so please don't take this as license to fetishize and abuse trans people, etc. etc. you've heard it a lot from me already.

Enjoy!

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Deonte was a foster child, and a bit of an outcast. He didn't live a particularly good life, up until the day he met her that is.

Before that though, he was an orphan and a victim of the system. Since he was young and forced into a foster home, just so the caretakers could pocket some government money, he was always given the short end. Despite the caretakers being largely neglectful and cold to most of their kids, Deonte only seemed to get it the worst out of all of them.

He didn't fit in among his fellow orphans either. He never truly learned how to connect socially, or to really achieve that experience of true friendship. He'd look in envy of those kids playing down the street, screaming and laughing, forming bonds that would last into their adulthoods. No, he never had that either in his childhood.

He could see it, even as a kid, those judgmental stares. Those looks that wore an expression of, 'why is he talking to me?'. It would be worn on adults and kids faces all the same. No matter what he did to work on himself as he grew, no matter how much he would apply himself into social gatherings, he could never connect with anybody.

So he gave up on trying.

He pledged he would be the least obtrusive and noticeable person on the planet. He refused to force the situation. He would make connections, friendships, newfound family, maybe even a girlfriend. It would be a while, but all he would need to do is wait. Until then, he was going to stay out of the way and keep his head down. Only answer teacher questions when called, only respond when spoken to, only go to events he's invited to.

It didn't seem to work. Even as he went past puberty, trying to get fit so that people would find him more attractive. It worked to a degree, as he grew he was clearly growing to be a good looking young man. However, you can be a supermodel, it won't change the fact that people don't know you, and aren't going to make the effort to. Even as he entered highschool, looking fit and nothing short of conventional, it's hard to make friends when people don't even know you exist, and the ones that do aren't interested in knowing more...

When he was in his sophomore year, it was then that he met Terry.

One day he was wandering the halls of his high school to look for a good spot to eat lunch without being seen. He found a great spot tucked between some lockers and hit a deep sigh as he plopped onto the ground.

Just as he began to take a bite into a sandwich, he began to hear bickering and murmuring between two people. A deep voice and a feminine, yet masculine, voice sniping back and forth at the other. Deonte didn't want to be rude, but he couldn't help but eavesdrop, they were just some feet away down the hall from him. It was too late for him to pop out and alert them without being perceived and judged. Maybe it was better for him to pretend he wasn't listening.

He heard the deeper voice stab at the other man present.

"Listen. I just don't want people to fucking know. Okay?!"

"Why not?" The femme voice shot back, "Jesus Joel it's not that big a deal."

"It is for me! If my teammates find out... fuck if my fucking Dad finds out?! I'll never hear the end of it!"

"So I embarrass you, is that it?"

"That's... that's not what I mean Terry! I'm saying that... well... if they knew that..."

"That I fucked you in the ass?"

"Keep your fucking voice down!"

"Joel please. You guys rat-tail each other naked in the showers, honestly the shit we have to do in private is straight as an arrow in comparison!"

"Whatever Terry! Just stop telling people that we're a thing! We're not! It was a few times and it was because I was curious okay?!"

"So you fucking used me then?!"

"No! I... look just... let's just fucking stop doing this okay. Just please don't tell anybody!"

"Mhm."

"Terry I'm serious! It's gonna ruin my life!"

"Fuck you Joel. Get the fuck away from me. Keep walking and go have fun taking it from your fucking quarterback!"

"I... look I..."

"GO!" Terry yelled, making Deonte jump in fear, "YOU WANT ME TO KEEP IT A SECRET?! FUCKING GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME THEN! TALK TO ME AGAIN, OR COME CRAWLING BACK, AND I'LL SCREAM 'FAGGOT' AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, UNDERSTAND?!"

He heard Joel stammer and stutter for another minute, then sigh. His sneakers squeaked as he walked away...

Then silence.

Terry sighed, and walked into Deonte's view. He saw him grab his brow and stare out the window for a moment, grunting in frustration.

Deonte kept his eyes to the floor, pretending as though he was in his own world and didn't hear anything that just happened.

Terry turned slightly, nonchalantly tracking Deonte, letting out an amused scoff.

"Heard all that, huh?"

Deonte pretended to snap out of a daze.

"Oh? Huh? Uh... no... sorry I didn't hear anything."

Terry giggled, looking down at him amused.

"It's fine. I'm not gonna get mad at you. Bad day aside, he was a terrible bottom, good fucking riddance."

"Oh uh... hah... yeah... yeah I bet..."

"What's your name?"

"D... Deonte..."

Terry came over and stuck a hand down in greeting.

"Nice to meet you Deonte. I'm Terry."

"Hi Terry."

Deonte meekly shook his hand back.

"Weak ass handshake Deonte."

"Oh sorry. I... I don't shake a lot of hands..." He laughed nervously.

"Clearly." He mused.

Deonte now got a full look at him and understood why he was clearly such an object of confusion. He was very petite and feminine in his figure and form, but had an odd masculine clash to it. Terry was wearing a baggy shirt that slung down a shoulder but hid his figure, coming down to a pair of tight tight tight jeans that clamped around his long legs. His nails were painted black, and he had a little bit of eye shadow over his hazel eyes. His head had a thin ovular shape to it, almost like an egg (in a pleasing way). His jawline was defined and sculpted in a perfect almost V shape, were it not for the flat end of his chin that rang a little masculine to his features.

It was unclear as to what Terry's ethnicity was, his skin was tan and sunkissed. His hair was an average black short cut. His eyes had a flirtatious and lidded look to them. His light pink lips were plush. His nose was average shaped with a strong bridge that pointed perfectly straight and triangularly. Could have been Sicilian, maybe Hispanic to some degree? Unclear all around but a weird thing to dwell on, so he shunted the thoughts out of his mind.

There was something extremely charming about the flamboyant man before him, Deonte couldn't help but feel a sense of awe looking up at this upperclassman.

Deonte realized he had been holding his hand for far too long and meekly pulled his hand away, making Terry giggle.

"You always eat alone during lunch?"

"Uh... well... my friend... uhm, friends, are all out today so I was... yeah..."

"Mhm... Well tell you what Deonte, since your friends are all gone today, do you wanna eat with me? Maybe before you keep eavesdropping on conversations you shouldn't be?"

"Oh uhm.... Y-yeah sure. That sounds great. Sorry by the way."

"Don't be! I don't give a shit, just make sure people like Joel don't catch you snooping on stuff like that, if it was him that saw you here he'd probably beat the shit out of you."

"Right... yeah... glad that didn't happen I guess..."

"Better be. I would have had to save your ass."

Deonte slowly got to his feet and looked up at Terry, who slightly loomed over him at 6 feet. The two started walking down the hallway.

"Did... so you... do you have a lot of guys like that... you know..."

"That I've fucked?"

"Uh... yeah... I thought Joel was straight."

"He certainly claims to be. They all do. Then we're in the back of their car until the windows fog up. 'Straight' men have to be some of the biggest cock-lovers I've ever met in my entire life, it's crazy."

Deonte coughed a bit, now a little wary. Terry caught that and chuckled.

"Oh my god don't worry. Look at your face! It's adorable. No honey, you're not even an adult yet and I like men, especially with a little hair on them, seriously, do not worry! You are in no danger, I promise!" He laughed.

"Oh, heh, yeah... thanks... yeah..." He trailed off awkwardly.

"Truth be told I came over because I saw the Gaga shirt."

Deonte was confused, looking down at his black tee that said Fame Monster on it, it was a hand-me-down from another foster kid that had grown out of it.

"Like Lady Gaga?" He asked.

"Yeah. The singer? You've been wearing that and you didn't know that's a Lady Gaga shirt?"

"Oh... yeah no clue..."

"Better put on something different, else people are gonna think you're like me."

"Like you?"

Terry turned, with an 'are you fucking kidding me' look.

"Dude."

"Wh... what? Did I say something wrong?"

Terry's look melted into an expression of genuine pity and confusion.

"No!" He almost laughed in disbelief, "Of course not! It's just... I don't try to hide it."

"Oh! That... you're uh..."

"A faggot. Yeah."

"I thought we weren't supposed to say that."

"Well you certainly can't, straight boy. I absolutely can though, just look at me."

The two laughed with each other for a bit before finding a place to sit and eating together for the rest of lunch. As short-lived as it was, they were really bonding. Deonte felt comfortable, and safe as well, not judged in the slightest.

He noticed behind Terry that people would gossip and whisper to one another, scoffing or sneering over at him, and probably Deonte as well.

Deonte accidentally looked over at a group of girls gossiping to each other and giggling towards them both. Terry raised an eyebrow and turned to the group of girls. He scoffed and waved at them with a fake smile before turning back.

"Jealous cunts."

"Do they know you?"

"No. Probably just mad because I gave their boyfriends better head than they ever could."

"How... uhm... nevermind."

"What?"

"Nothing. You're... really confident is all, and I just don't get how you don't care."

"I mean fuck 'em right? They can stare and gossip, but I know I'm hot, and I know they know that and they're so scared that they need to talk shit instead."

"That doesn't bother you?"

"Not really. I'm happy as a highschooler can be. Plus I graduate soon, so I stopped caring a while back."

"I guess I have aways to go."

"Why do you care?"

"Huh?"

"You care a lot about what other people think, right?"

"Uh... I mean... well..."

"See? Even right now you're trying to find an acceptable answer. It's fine! Just be honest!"

"I mean... well yeah... doesn't everybody?"

"Are you everybody?"

"I... I'd like to fit in..."

"Why?"

"I... like... you know parties... and-and close friends and..."

"I thought you had friends?" He smiled smugly.

Deonte's face went beet red in humiliation, caught in the most pathetic lie.

"I... well they..."

"Stop. Stop. Oh my god I can't watch this Deonte. I've literally always seen you eat alone, you didn't fool me with that earlier calm down. Listen, you don't want friends with basic people, right?"

"I dunno."

"Are you into football? Sports?"

"No."

"What music do you like? Pop?"

"Not really."

"Do you like reality shows? Real Housewives?"

"No. I like... anime and stuff..."

"Great. So I guarantee you most of the kids here are all into stuff like reality TV, sports, and almost everything you're NOT interested in. So do you really want to be stuck trying to talk to these people for days and days about shit you don't even care about? Or do you want to have a group of close friends that actually want to hear what you have to say? And actually want to engage in the stuff you like?"

"I guess... I guess the second bit..."

"There you go! You get it now! You'd be working yourself to death to impress boring, basic-ass people who can't even form a fucking opinion to save their lives. Be yourself and develop an actual personality and then people will come to you. I see you there sitting all sad and I hate it. I can tell just by talking to you that you're probably into some cool stuff, and probably are awesome to talk to."

Deonte was shocked. Not only was he receiving a compliment, but had his entire mindset shattered right in front of him.

"You're... I mean I don't know about-"

"-UUUGHH stop! Oh my god, have some confidence PLEASE! This is why you don't have friends dude! I know it sucks to hear, but you don't need to be likeable, you just need to express yourself and do what makes you happy! People will flock around that!"

"... Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I graduate this year, and I refuse to get out of this stupid school knowing that your ass is sitting there looking pathetic. So I've decided, I'm gonna be your best fucking friend until I'm gone."

"You don't have to do that man-"

"-Shut up. Enough. I made my call, you don't have a choice anymore." He smiled.

"I-"

"-AHP! Say 'okay', that's it."

"... Okay..." Deonte couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"It's official then! Yay!... Well. Go on then. Tell me about it."

"About what?"

"Your life. We're friends now, we need to spill everything to each other!"

"You... want to know about... me?"

"Go on, spill. I'll do the same."

Deonte stammered, never having really been on the receiving end of this before. He ended up telling him everything and then some, and Terry didn't judge, or yawn, or try and change the subject, he really listened.

Deonte was speaking with more passion and confidence than he'd ever had before in his life. Terry's confidence and matter-a-fact attitude rubbed off on him.

It was as he said as well. The rest of that entire year he had become best friends with Terry. Even though Terry had his own small group of friends, they were joined at the hip whenever possible. Terry learned all about Deonte's life, and gave him heartwarming advice that would stick with him for eternity. Terry would help him study, help him get rides, help him however he could. Deonte learned what it meant to be a friend, reciprocating as much of that platonic affection as he could back at Terry. Deonte would be there to console Terry whenever a douchebag acted out of pocket to him. Deonte would recommend shows that Terry wouldn't normally watch, and Terry would do the same to him. Terry made Deonte discover preferences and personality traits that he didn't even know he had. Deonte was getting the best brought out of him by his new friend in almost every capacity.

By the end, it wasn't even so that Deonte needed a friend anymore. Him and Terry were truly friends out of mutual affection.

But then... then graduation came...

As Deonte went on to become a Junior, he watched painfully as Terry left the school in his graduation gown.

Upon his departure him and Terry had one more night out as they said goodbye. Terry gave him a ride home the same night.

Before Deonte left the vehicle he heard Terry speak up behind him.

"Hey Deonte."

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna be fine. Just don't be shy, open yourself up to people and they'll love you..."

Deonte stammered, caught off guard by this tenderness.

"Thanks... thanks Terry."

"Message or text me whenever things are tough though, okay? Or just catch up with me from time to time."

"Okay... yeah I will... by Terry, have fun in college man..."

"Thanks Deonte..." He smiled.

The two hugged and parted ways.

As Terry drove off, he knew that he'd never see him ever again, it was a gut feeling. A moment of intuition that spiked painfully in his brain. As he stood outside his foster home at night, the quiet streets, the pitch black air... he realized it all over again... he was alone...

After a taste of what it was like to have a real friend, that feeling was more devastating than ever...

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Years passed...

Deonte did suffer the rest of junior year, but towards the end he began to find himself. He developed talents, tastes, and tried to get himself out more. It started as he took the initiative to try out for track and field, doing spectacularly during the try outs, he quickly began to develop loose friendships.

When he was a senior, he finally found a clique. He was staying in shape, minding his business where he could, but experiencing what he should have all of high school. The only regret that he had was not trying out for sports sooner. If he had known he could get that taste of true friends again. He regretted not having those bonds last longer.

All of his experiences that year were firsts. His first rager, his first time getting drunk, first time getting high, first kiss, and even first time having sex. Most of that happened within the same night mind you, it was pretty uneventful otherwise. However, getting to spend time with others, being away from his room, all of the little things were what made that experience all that much better. It wouldn't last forever though...

His new friend group departed relatively quickly as senior year came to a close. Passing with great scores, an overall B student. He didn't have dreams of Harvard or any fancy school. He decided he wanted to try and study to be an english teacher. He was good at track, but it wasn't his passion. He liked to write, and he liked to draw. He liked nerdy stuff, and he liked escapism more than he liked reality. He wanted to teach others to properly convey their imaginations. The idea of inspiring a new generation of authors appealed to him greatly.

So he only needed to go to the local uni to get an english degree, and minor in education. It was an easy approval process that he only had a select few to celebrate with. His foster family gave a very half-hearted congratulations, especially since it was nothing exceptional.

It wasn't until his last day at the house he confronted his foster parents about that. They simply stared at him in stunned silence. They apologized, after hearing his true feelings, attempting to guilt him because 'how could they have known since he didn't say anything', but it didn't work. Lingering advice from Terry stuck to the back of his mind as he stood his ground, unsure if he'd ever truly forgive them for a life of neglect.

He had one final party with his friends and clique, they all said goodbye, and all went their separate ways. Just like Terry though... of course they wouldn't stay in touch, even if they said they would. Everyone had their own lives to get to, as sad as that reality is, people will grow apart sometimes. Deonte never really saw them ever again...

When he was done and graduated, he left as quick as he could, excited to get a dorm and a roommate oddly enough. The company would be welcome. It was a fresh start, and that's exactly what he needed. He needed something new, now that he'd come into his own. Even though him and Terry sadly never talked again, the advice that he always gave him was a guiding light in his life, to the point where his voice almost always in his head every time he wanted to cower and live in solitude. He knew how good it felt to have friends now, he would never return to the sad life he had before.

To a degree, it wasn't exactly what he'd hoped for though...

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When he was a freshman, he arrived in a small dorm with two twin beds. His roommate was called Connor. A skinny Korean kid with pale skin, short black hair that was perfectly well kept, he was a little taller than Deonte. He was a skater and fancied himself a nonchalant guy.

Deonte at this point, and for the rest of college really, was about 5'6. Even though he was in track, he never really broke past that point in his height. Deonte was definitely fit looking, with a better definition in his butt, he heard women liked that... Deonte had curly black hair that went down past his chin a little bit, and had a well trimmed and groomed beard. He had a bit of chest hair, but nothing overly-hairy across his body. His skin was a peanut-butter tone and was completely smooth. He wasn't a bad looking guy, if it wasn't for his height he'd probably be way more of a catch.

Connor and Deonte got along for the most part, minor differences here and there, but no animosity towards the other. The two weren't solid friends either however. Deonte was hoping for a new best friend right as he'd show up, but that wouldn't be the case. Deonte was still sheepish despite his new surroundings, it made it difficult for him to break into any cliques. Especially since the clique you form in your dorm freshman year, almost always falls apart after 6 months.

Deonte was hoping he'd be going to parties on the regular, that he'd be so cool that the frats would let him in despite him being a dude. That wasn't really the case. A party here and there sure, but his social anxiety was through the roof the entire time.

It was disappointing to know that even in college you need to break out of your shell even more. So he did his best. It was enough. He was still getting the college experience mind you. He had a solid group of friends by the time the year was done, thanks to his choice in elective. He met a lot of like-minded friends in his creative writing course, and in his editing course.

Deonte was still shy, but could rest easier knowing at the bare minimum he wasn't a virgin (even though it was painfully awkward and he hadn't had any since), and that he had a solid group of friends around him.

Him and his buddies would have watch parties, and would binge anime together a lot, since a few of them were a grade above and had an apartment. It was a peaceful life.

Deonte still wanted more though... he wanted what he'd seen in movies. He wanted to be a catch, to be desired, to not feel so second rate still. He wasn't getting what he wanted, and he knew deep down he deserved to be loved... to go be with anybody who appreciated him more than the decent friends he had now. He still never knew what it was like to have someone show up for you, at least not since Terry. God... that was a name he hadn't thought about in a while... he thought about maybe giving a text or a ring, but couldn't really bring himself to do that, it would be too awkward.

He went on about his life for the rest of Freshman year.

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Sophomore year rolls around. First half is fine. Deonte turns 20.

Deonte's life gets completely flipped in a new way...

He'd just started a new class for the semester, it was an advanced level literature class that he was slogging through.

On the first day, as he was getting settled into the lecture hall, notepad out, and ready to learn, his eye was caught with a shade of hot pink.

He darted his eyes over to a woman, she screamed Barbie Doll. Jesus, she was tall too, around 6ft.

She had perfect platinum blonde hair, almost white, that went down to the middle of her back with lucious waves. Her skin was a nice tan, and her face was... extremely familiar. Somewhat of a sharp jaw, nice cheeks, straight nose, lidded and seductive hazel eyes, plush and thick pink lips, and a thin vertically ovular shape to her head. She was gorgeous whoever she was. She was in a tight pink dress that clung to a pair of long sculpted legs. Pink nails on some long slender hands. Her frame was petite, but had some muscle definition to it. Her cleavage was pushed together and on display through her tight dress. Her hips were wide, she had a full 8 shape to her in the best of ways. Her ass as well, jutted from her backside, and he could swear the bottom of her cheeks were just sticking out underneath the hem of her outfit.

She walked with such a confident stride, that he couldn't help but ogle as she swayed her hips to a few rows over.

He realized quickly that he was staring too long as her eyes slowly shot over to him with a crook in her brow. Deonte got red in the face and quickly snapped his gaze over to the front of the classroom where the professor was walking in finally.

He paid attention as much as he could, but he felt a hot burning sensation on the side of his face. He could see her in his periphery, she was staring at him... a lot...

It made him deeply uncomfortable, he was looking everywhere but her. Was she upset? Was she mad? Did she think he was peeping on her? He didn't mean to, maybe he should apologize? No, that'd be weird! Oh god... what should he do?

His mind raced as he felt her eyes occasionally drift over to the lecture to take notes, but whenever there was a lull her eyes were right back onto him again.

===

As soon as the class ended, Deonte grabbed his backpack, and swiftly made for the exit of the building. He scurried outside and went right for the food court. He had to get away from her, he was so embarrassed and he was so afraid that she thought he was some kind of creep!

He found a table and quickly grabbed some crap food. Sat down, and took a breath before shoving food down his mouth. He always ate whenever he got stressed out, and the way he was overthinking everything now, wasn't helping in the slightest.

He calmed down eventually, but that quickly ceased as he heard a chair get pulled over to his table.

A presence dragged it loudly over to him, swung the chair right next to him, and slammed down, looming over him like she was 50 feet tall. Her elbow knocked onto the table as she rested her head on her palm playfully. A smug smile went up her lips as her eyes were burning into the side of his head. It was the same woman from earlier, a lot closer now, way too close. Deonte almost recoiled as he felt the heat from her body begin to radiate to him. The way her perfume smelled, intoxicating, it made all his senses leap.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. He messed up!

He didn't dare look her in the eyes, he couldn't do it.

"Hi there." She giggled, her voice seductive, smooth, slightly husky, and warmly feminine.

"Oh... uh... hi..."

"Caught you looking." She grinned.

Deonte went bright red.

"Uhm... uhm... I... I'm sorry... I didn't... I thought I knew you from somewhere... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

"Oh you could never. Don't worry about me babe. You look like you're about to melt though."

"S-sorry... sorry..."

"All these years and you're still apologizing for nothing."

"W-what?"

"Oh my god you really don't recognize me, do you?"

"I don't... I don't think we've ever met before... I don't know any women that look like you..."

She giggled loudly, loving this.

"Well that would make sense. I didn't really know I was a woman back then, did I?"

The words hit his brain, puzzle pieces were beginning to click together. Deonte's eyes shot with realization as he turned to look at the woman in her face. He dawned on the answer no more than seconds later.

"T... Terry?..."

She smiled in affirmation, her perfect row of teeth showing, exposing her beautiful grin.

"Tera now."

"Oh my god. Terry- T-Tera! I... I didn't even... woah you look... you look um..."

"I look good right?"

"Uh... y-yeah... yeah you do..." He laughed nervously, overwhelmed.

"You look good too, baby. You grow all that hair just for me?" She giggled.

"Oh... uh n-no. No, haha, I... well it just came in naturally... I thought you were out of state?"

"UGH! I was, but it turns out I fucking hate the cold. Got sick of it after three years and wanted to finish off my bio degree here. The med school program is better here too, turns out."

"You're trying to be a doctor?"

"I know right? Imagine getting a cancer diagnosis and your doctor comes in looking this good. It's gonna be like Legally Blonde, except with medicine instead of law."

"Why were you in Lit 2?"

"Bullshit, fucking credits didn't carry over so now I gotta take a bunch more stupid classes to qualify. Gonna be grinding my ass off this whole semester. Which sucks, because I came here looking for some action too, but I'm not gonna have the time. At least I got my work cut out for me. I didn't have to look too far, did I?" She looked at him up and down.

Deonte laughed it off nervously, assuming she was kidding around, or just trying to fuck with him.

"I'm serious Deonte! You look amazing. Grew a nice looking beard, got in shape, and..." She leered at him, and looked behind him, "... Oh that ass... Deonte... where have you been? Looking like that? Oh man..."

"Uh... th-thanks Tera... yeah you uh... you look great too..."

"Right? Look at my tits, they're fucking awesome." She grabbed her rack tight, pushing them together even more, teasing him.

He looked away quickly, making her laugh.

"You can look man, I don't care, I can tell you're not perving on me. Unless you are... in which case I'm happy to get you closer to them... not a fan of guys looking at me like that, but maybe I'll make an exception for you..."

"Stop..." Deonte laughed nervously, "That's not funny, c'mon..."

She cackled loudly, causing a few people to quickly look over at the bombshell clearly flirting with a decent-looking 5'6 man. A few people were jealous that they weren't getting the same kind of attention from a woman like her.

Deonte was confused though, deeply. He didn't have feelings for Terry like that. Tera though... Tera was intimidatingly sexy. It's not as if he was any form of transphobe, he wasn't uncomfortable with that. It was more the deep platonic feeling he once felt for the person who changed his life, was now sitting next to him, and he couldn't help but shift uncomfortably as her mere voice was sending new feelings into him. He was trying to play it cool, but he was visibly humiliated.

She let out another soft chuckle, then laid a smooth warm hand on his gently. Unclear if it was meant as flirtatious or simply a gesture she did being naturally flirty. Either way it made him almost jump out of his seat.

"You know... I'm having a party at a friend's house tomorrow night, you should totally come by. I'm not gonna know anybody there except the host, and she's gonna be busy with her friends that I fucking hate. It would be nice to catch up, see what you've been up to all this time." She said breathily.

"Oh. Uh. Yeah that sounds... that sounds awesome, I'll be there."

"Great. My number's the same so I'll text you the addy."

"Thanks."

"Be seeing you Deonte!"

She shot up and dragged the chair back, then walked out. He couldn't help but peak at her ass, that she almost seemed to exaggerate as she swayed out of the food court.

He let out a breath of relief, his anxiety was choking him up. His whole body felt hot and nervous.

He tried to stuff down these feelings he felt, and was going to do his best to interact with Tera like he did back in high school, friends nothing more...

===

The next night, Deonte found himself trying on multiple outfits, Connor raising an eyebrow seeing Deonte put in more effort than usual. Deonte was wearing a form-fitting black band shirt, and some nice jeans with clean sneakers on, ones he'd only bust out in emergencies. He considered this an emergency.

"What's got you all dressed up?"

"Uh. Going to a party tonight."

"Oh for real? Can I tag along? I'm bored as hell."

"Uh... yeah... yeah sure." He said with uncertainty

"You don't sound sure dude, I don't have to, don't worry about it."

"No I mean... yeah it's fine man."

"Ohhhh... I know what's going on."

"What do you mean?"

"You're trying to get some tonight, aren't you?"

"What? No! No, my friend from highschool Tera invited me, I just haven't seen her in a while and I don't wanna look bad."

"Uh huh, your 'friend'?"

"No I'm serious, I would never, Tera was like a sibling to me."

"That's why you're getting dressed up then?" He chuckled.

"No. I mean. Whatever dude, It's a party, I just don't wanna look bad."

"I dunno man, never seen you look at yourself in the mirror this much."

"You know what, yeah you can tag along."

"Okay then. You don't mind if I try and get with Tera then, do you?"

A pang of jealousy hit him like a bullet, which only confused and frustrated him more.

"Uhm... yeah... yeah it's fine."

"Bro you have such a crush, you're so bad at hiding it."

"I don't! I'm serious, go for it!"

"Alright bro, whatever you say..."

Connor hopped out of bed and started getting changed.

===

The two story house was thumping with bass music, laughter, screams, and drunk prattle. Connor and Deonte walked up, Deonte looking like a deer in headlights. It was the first time he'd been invited to a party this big. He'd been to ragers before, but this was the kind of party where people were doing coke casually, he could even tell there was a few post grads there too.

Connor seemed right at home though. Even when he was a Freshman he frequented parties a lot. He was cool, he was nonchalant, confident, and the opposite of Deonte. Deonte felt threatened by him, especially now, he was going to make him look bad. He needed to try and replicate the energy as best he could.

It wouldn't work. These upperclassmen would see right through it as they entered, pushing their way through the crowd.

Connor was already detaching, leaving him alone as he was already mingling with a group of stoners.

Deonte squirmed through the tight crowds, the loud bassy rap drowning the sound of his own thoughts.

He went to the kitchen where he finally caught a white tank top clutched around perfectly round breasts, exposing a tight belly with the outline of abs. A wide set of hips put into a tight black mini skirt, barely containing the bottom of her cheeks. There was Tera, she was speaking to a Chinese woman who was similarly built, black curtain bangs and perfectly straight silky hair going down the small of her back.

Deonte, red faced, wandered up to the two of them. Tera not having noticed him yet as he lingered behind her awkwardly. Her and the other woman cackled with laughter as they yelled to each other over the music. Deonte opened his mouth to try and get her attention without touching her.

"Uh!..." He stammered, "Ex... excuse me?"

"OH MY GOD! HE SAID THAT?!" Tera screeched.

"HE DID! HE DID! THEN HE LOOKS AT ME DEAD IN THE FACE AND HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS... Oh Tera! Is that your man?!" The woman looked over at me inquisitively.

Tera gasped and turned to see him, looking down at him with all her height.

"OH MY GOD DEONTE! YOU MADE IT!"

She came down and wrapped him in a tight hug, pushing his face right into her breasts. He turned his head away quickly, barely reciprocating the hug. Tera was clearly a little drunk, he could smell the booze mixed with that expensive perfume.

She pulled away, grabbing his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs on them as she looked him up and down, beaming with what he could only assume was excitement. Her look was... odd though. There was more intention behind it, he couldn't tell what.

"Uh... h-hi! Good to be here... th-thanks for inviting me..."

"Glad you made it! I have been waiting for you ALL NIGHT! This is my friend Lena!" Tera gestured over to the woman across from her.

"Hey Deonte!" She smiled, "Tera wouldn't shut the fuck up about you, thanks for coming."

"Hi...!" He said sheepishly, shaking her hand as she stuck her long arm over the other side of the island.

"Yoooo! Deonte! You gonna introduce me to your friends or what!?" He heard behind him.

Connor came in with that same chill expression, oozing confidence.

"This is Connor, he's my roommate!" Deonte exclaimed over the noise.

"Hi Connor." Tera said bluntly.

"Hi Connor!" Lena said, interest in her voice.

"How are you ladies doing tonight!? You're Tera right!?"

"This is Tera. My friend from high school." Deonte introduced her.

Tera looked at him judgmentally, the nonchalant schtick wasn't working for her, and she clearly didn't like the mannerism he presented, that skater boy smarm.

"Uh huh. I'm doing fine, thanks Connor." She said plainly.

"You look great! I didn't know Deonte knew so many hotties!" He smiled confidently.

Deonte looked away in agony, he'd seen Connor steal women like it was no problem before. He had to pretend he didn't care, whatever would happen would happen. To Deonte's shock though, Tera's hands were still grabbing his shoulders, maybe even tighter now.

"Well I didn't look this good back then!" Tera smiled, "I didn't know Deonte had friends like this, either."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Connor smiled.

"Fuckboys from the looks of it." She looked him up and down.

Connor laughed, pretending that didn't affect him at all.

"Fuckboys?! I'm not a fuckboy, come on! Deonte's the real player here, don't let that shyness fool you, he's a real slut this guy!"

"That right?" Tera looked back down at Deonte, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

"Oh uh. No. No he's joking! I promise! I could never..." He laughed nervously.

"Hm. Well you'd have better luck with Lena babe." Talking to Connor again, "She's really into douchebags."

"Yoo-hoo!" Lena waved, "Over here fuckboy, come on!"

Connor looked over at her, less interested in her, but loved the game and loved to flirt. He snickered and grabbed his drink and sauntered over to Lena's side, away from the two of them.

Lena had a somewhat round face, small broader nose that sat perfectly in the center of her face, and prominent heavy eyes that leered over Connor. She liked him and he could tell almost instantly. She was wearing a white tank top and black pants that fit her similarly built figure, equally as much of a bombshell as Tera.

"Come on, let's get away from them." Tera gestured outside toward the back porch, "I wanna catch up with you baby..."

'Baby' hit him like a brick, making him choke.

"Oh! Uhm! Y-yeah! Sure!"

"You're so cute. Come on..." She took him by the hand.

Deonte turned nervously to see Lena take an aggressive stance with Connor, Connor almost looking like the tables were flipped on him, laughing a little too much in surprise. Good god, they just got there, and Connor was already getting hit on. Deonte vowed to play it cool and not let his feelings get in the way of Tera's friendship with him. Even if he did have a fat crush on her now.

===

She led him outside to a set of outdoor couch placements on the back porch. She put him in the corner of one end, and leaned back into the other corner. Her beautiful legs crossed over the other while she bounced her foot.

Deonte was dead quiet, feeling her gaze burn into the side of his head.

"Sooo..." She smiled, "Catch me up Deonte. What have you been doing?"

"Oh... me? I mean... a lot more's happened to you..."

"Uh huh, but we're not talking about me right now, I wanna know about you. I missed you a lot you know? You never called or texted me..."

"Yeah... I know, I'm sorry. I just was trying to take your advice and work on myself a bit."

"Well you never called. So I guess you didn't have any trouble did you?"

"Uh... it was definitely better..."

"Oh really? Make a lot of friends?"

"A few."

"That's good! A lot of women?"

"Sorry?"

"Any women? You said you always wanted a girlfriend. You single still?"

"Uh... yeah... yeah I am right now..."

"Mhm."

"What?"

"Couldn't stay satisfied with one woman then?"

"What do you mean?" He laughed nervously.

"What your douchey friend said. Sounds like you've been getting plenty of action. You certainly look a lot better than you did back then. You been sleeping around?" She raised an eyebrow, she almost sounded annoyed at the thought.

"Oh, n-no I think Connor was trying to wingman me."

"That right? You trying to get in my pants?"

"Woah! No! No! I think... he just thought..."

"Go on..."

"He saw me getting ready, and I was kinda nervous... he thought... well he thought I had a crush on you. I think he was trying to hit on you to tease me a bit."

"So do you?"

"What?"

"Do you have a crush on me?"

"Uh..."

"It's fine if you do babe, I know I look good."

"No... no I just... you look a lot different than you did back then..."

"Fuck yeah I do. I look a lot better too, any problems with that? It's clearly affecting you a bit."

"No! No I really don't care. I don't. It's just new is all."

"New how?"

"Like... I dunno... I'm not into guys... I'm straight, so..."

"So you feel a bit differently about me now, don't you?" She teased, pushing his leg with her black heel.

He simply laughed it off.

"I'm not hearing a nooooo~" She chimed.

He simply stayed silent, smiling, terrified, looking away from her now. Her smug grin, he could feel it looking at him.

"You know I didn't feel any type of way for you back then, just to clarify."

"Oh yeah. I figured."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"It's been years, you're what, 20 now? You're still putting yourself down. You look good Deonte. You look really good."

"Th... thanks... well when you just got guys like Connor around you..."

"Ugh! What about that idiot?"

"Well he's better looking than me, it's hard to compete."

"No he's not. Oh my god. I can't stand that fucking skater bullshit. It's all about preference, Deonte. Objectively, you look just as good as him, it's a confidence problem more than anything."

"Yeah... yeah I know..."

"Then you don't look bad, do you?"

"I... I guess not, yeah."

"Lots of women like guys like you, that's why I get so jealous."

"Jealous?"

"You sound surprised."

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Oh Deonte..."

She sat up, leaning forward and scooting down. Closer and closer to him, closer, closer, closer, closer, until she was right against his side. His shoulders went high and his eyes went wide, looking down at the floor.

Her perfume drifted over and swam into his senses pleasantly, but bristled him as he felt the heat coming off her body. Then her arms came around, resting behind him and pulling him closer to her. His hands shot between his legs that were now closed tightly. Her soft hand came to his other cheeks and slowly stroked his beard, and ran into the side of his scalp.

"... I told you what my type is, didn't I? Do you remember?"

"Uhm... I-I-I-I forgot I th-think?..."

Was this really fucking happening right now?!

"I said. I like a man with a little hair on him. A 'man' being the operative word there Deonte... and you... you're definitely a man... my type of man... all grown up... and still just as shy..."

Deonte tensed up, even moreso, like his shoulders were about to cramp with how tightly wound they were.

Her breath came out as a deep whisper, breathing soothing tones into his ear, surrounded by her warmth and musical voice.

"... Lots of women want a guy that's confident... I'm sure if you switched that charm on you'd be swimming in it... but I like you like this more... it's adorable... it makes me wanna just go crazy..."

He swallowed.

"... When I saw you in class I thought a cute guy was just checking me out so I had to double take... and then I recognized you... and I couldn't help but notice how sexy you got all these years later..."

"Oh... oh th-thanks..."

"Nervous?"

"Uhm... I don't... I don't know..."

She giggled, slyly, she knew exactly what she was doing. She nestled her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder, laying breath across his skin. A chill shot up his spine, he couldn't even begin to understand the feelings coursing through his brain.

It was wrong, it was his friend hitting on him right now, surely this was some breach of boundary. The other side though, the other side was enticed, and he felt himself slowly slipping under her control of the situation.

"Don't be nervous baby... I'm not the same person I was back then... we can pretend this is a nice fresh start between us... how does that sound?"

"O... okay..." He whispered.

"Mhm~" She chimed.

Her arm that was draped around his shoulders, closed tighter, so he was pressed against her as much as possible. The hand that lazily hung over one of his pecs, began to softly circle it with her nail. Her sharp acrylic was leaving a trail of electricity behind it as it burned into his skin with sensation.

"That's what I thought..." She whispered back, "You're so easy Deonte... you know that? You need to stick up for yourself more... a woman like me can come along and snatch you up just like that..."

"R-right..."

"... You seem so tense baby... do you want me to stop?"

Every word was like a verbal massage to his brain, tantalizing him.

"I'm... I'm okay..."

"Good..." She breathed, "Is this the closest you've ever gotten to a hottie like me?"

"I... I guess..."

"I can tell. Were those other bitches not to your liking?..."

"Uh... I dunno..."

"Yes you do... go on... you're not a virgin, are you?"

"N-no..."

"Tell me about them."

"It... it was just one woman... I haven't been with anyone since..."

"Tell me about her then... what was it like?..."

"She... I met her at a party..."

"Oh, familiar."

"She was my first kiss too... and I wasn't very good... but she kept going with me anyway... and we did it... in her bed..."

"Did you like it, Deonte? She rock your world?"

"It was... okay..."

"Uh oh. Not good for your first time?"

"Uhm... it was a little awkward..."

"Why?" She smiled knowingly.

"I... I didn't really... really know what to do..."

"... And she wanted you to take charge I bet..."

"Y-yeah..."

"And did you?"

"I... uhm... tried..."

"And did you like it?"

"Y-yeah... I guess..."

"Don't lie to me babe... You hated it, didn't you..."

"I... I don't know..."

"Yes you do... did you cum?"

"N... no..."

"Did she cum?"

"... No..."

"Sounds terrible... and you haven't been with anyone since?"

"I tried a couple relationships... but... but I couldn't get them to work... they got bored..."

"Do you think you're a boring person, Deonte?"

"Maybe a bit..." He squeaked out.

"I know better Deonte... I know you... and you're not boring at all... I just think you've only been with basic-ass boring cunts, who don't know how to satisfy a man right... all men are the same Deonte... you're no different..."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Her lips brushed the side of his neck as she leaned in even closer, drifting her head up until she was right next to his ear, breathing across his face.

"You like it when a woman takes charge, don't you baby?..."

"I don't... I don't know..." He whimpered out between quivering lips.

"Yeah you do... quit lying to me... say it..."

"I... I wouldn't know..."

"Would you like to find out?"

He nearly passed out hearing that. He couldn't even suppress the tent in his pants right now, painfully keeping it down between his legs as he stammered.

"Well?~" She chuckled.

"I don't... I don't know..."

That only made her smile more.

"We're gonna go upstairs now, okay honey?"

"O... okay... what are we gonna do up there..."

"I'm gonna make those bitches a distant memory." She said bluntly.

Then suddenly he felt her hot plush lips press together and smooch the side of his face, a long deep breath through her nose as she held herself there for a good long while. Deonte was stunned silent. His eyes wide and his lips pursed together tightly as he couldn't help but squeak slightly. Tera turning him into a mess with just a kiss on the cheek.

With a wet click, she finally let go, a small wet spot searing the side of his face as she returned to his ear.

"Get your ass off the couch and start walking." She growled.

He shot up to his feet, like she'd placed him under a spell.

She giggled at his compliance, standing behind him, rubbing his shoulder some more.

"That's right. Good boy, doing what you're told... I'm just gonna show you my favorite room in the house..."

"Okay..." He whispered out.

"Get walking."

CLAP!

He jumped as her hand came down and slapped him on the ass, scooting him forwards as he briskly walked towards the door back inside...

She sauntered seductively behind him.

===

As he walked back in, he passed by the kitchen where he saw a daunting sight.

Connor had his back pressed against the fridge, while the other partygoers were mingling around him. Lena was in front of him, a hand on his ass, squeezing it tight. The other hand was on the side of his face, stroking his cheek while she seemed to almost be gnawing on his neck harshly.

He'd never seen Connor make such a face before, completely flustered and bright red, humiliated as Lena was emasculating him in front of the entire party. He couldn't move though, he was locked in her embrace as she held him tight. Her hips were grinding against his, and he saw her head stop biting on his neck and whisper something in his ear. She was harshly whispering something, something that was making Connor's expression melt even further before she jammed her tongue in his ear.

The last thing he saw before Tera pushed him forward, was Lena grabbing Connor with one hand, the other latched onto his butt still, and ramming her mouth into his. Connor swooning deeply as she began to furiously eat his face.

Tera caught him peeping, smiling, knowing that Deonte wanted the exact same treatment from her.

===

Deonte nervously made his way through the party, Tera like a panther stalking behind him as her burning gaze seemed to force his legs to move forward.

He'd turn just slightly to see if this was really happening, if his best friend from highschool was now about to take him upstairs and... do whatever they were about to do. Sure enough Deonte would swing his gaze back to the front after just barely meeting her lidded expression. What changed? Why was this happening? Did he have feelings for Tera after all?

Certainly not in high school, even from her, she never showed any interest in him. Did he really change that much? So much that an absolute bombshell like her would pursue him with such interest?

They made their way up to the second floor.

As Deonte stopped at a forked hallway, he suddenly felt a hot hand grab him by the shoulder and shove him forcefully into the closest room. He yelped as he stumbled into an open door.

Tera stormed in violently behind and SLAMMED the door closed, isolating the two of them from the rager down below.

He stammered as he watched her expression change into something scary. Her smile dropped, and her lidded eyes now wide with some sort of hunger. Her long fingers came down, without a word, loudly locking the door. Nobody was leaving.

"Did... did I do something wrong?" He cowered.

She surged forward, walking, but somehow gliding across the floor.

She grabbed him by the throat and swung him into the nearest wall, pushing him up and locking him against the hard surface. Her body came forward and pressed tightly against his. His chin resting right on top of her ample cleavage. Her breasts smelling rich with perfume and a sweet natural musk. Lotion from moisturizing joining the flavor, intoxicating like fine wine as she pressed him tightly against her. The first woman he was with was nowhere near this aggressive. He was already losing control. He didn't know what to do.

He raised an arm, but her other hand shot forward and slammed his wrist against the wall as well, making him gasp. He looked up in fear and terrified arousal.

"I-I I'm s-sorry-"

"Shut up." She grunted.

Her fingers squeezed tighter around his neck, under his jawline, forcing him to look up at her as her beautiful face shot down to his. Her eyes closed, her head cocked at an angle, her massive lips opened to a breathy gasp, the void of her mouth yawning as she attacked.

With barely a second for Deonte to understand what was going on, he felt an explosion go off in his mind. Electricity shot up the muscles around his mouth, tantalizing him, tears behind his eyes as sensation bombed his senses.

Her plush pink lips chomped down and smacked onto his. They were soft, smooth, moist, and tasted incredible. Deonte's eyes went wider than ever, darting between her face and down to her lips that were slowly massaging against his. Her eyes opened just slightly, a hazy look on her face, a look of approval. A look that said, 'just stay still'.

With a deep husky coo, she groaned, opening her mouth again and pushing his lips apart. Then her tongue came next.

It was slippery, thick, and tasted like booze in the best of ways. It slithered into his mouth and massaged his tongue, swirling into his mouth for a moment before it retreated back into her. A disappointing emptiness that made him crave more. The kiss alone to make him forget about masculine pride and make him swoon harder than Connor was. He gasped and opened his mouth wider, meeting her clicking rhythm, and getting an affirming groan from her as her tongue pushed back into his mouth, his tongue meeting hers and dancing with it passionately as she exchanged with him.

Her hand moved off his throat and moved up to his cheek, stroking it with her thumb, the pad of her palm warm across his skin. His expression melted, and his wrist went limp in her grasp. Sensing his surrender, and leading him deeper into her spell, she let go of his arm and let it flop beside him as he was put under a daze. He caved instantly, a wash of pleasure forcing it's way across his body, starting at his lips. Each loud passionate smack of her hot lips sending a bigger and bigger wave of sensation, like the tide rolling in. Every time her tongue came forward it was like a surfer's wave crashing down, then pulling back for the next tidal surge.

It was the best kiss he'd ever experienced in his life. Her hot breath filling him, blasting across his face as she continued to eat his mouth, slowly and passionately gnawing on him. He subconsciously returned the energy, trying to wrap his tongue around hers, chasing after it as she tugged her own wet muscle back and forth out of his oral cavity. She was in charge, she was making it clear, making him melt against her body like he was ice cream on a hot day. Turning his brain into a puddle as she cast a spell on him.

Her cheeks contorting and hollowing faster and more violently, as his mustache tickled her, turning her on even more. Her head pressing harder against his, and trapping him between her and the wall.

Her free hand was sensually stroking his waist for a while, pulling him into her crotch. Then she slid her hand up his shirt, he moaned as it glided across his abs, her long nails scratching the skin and going to the small of his back. She scratched him in a small circle, only making him melt faster as he whimpered in her embrace.

Under the realm of masculinity, it was a pathetic display for a man to be mewling like this under a woman's embrace. It was always meant to be the other way around in his head, but he could never exude the dominant energy required, not like Tera was in this moment. Not to imply she was performing in a masculine way, if anything it was the opposite which created such a flurry of shame in his mind. Her over-femininity clashing with this display of control over him, while he whimpered like the sub he was, it was a painful realization that he couldn't help but embrace in this moment. He was so scared she would cringe and hate this display of surrender, being such a confident woman, there was no way she was into men as wimpy and pathetic as he was right now. So he thought at least, but the more noises she was coaxing out of him, the harder and more violent she seemed to be kissing him. The more he surrendered to her, the more it seemed to turn her on...

So perhaps then, it was a betrayal of everything he thought a man should be in a situation like this. The destruction of his own male pride and degradation of his mindset. All of it flew out the window as she took full control over him.

The kiss he was trapped in was enough to have him seeing stars, his eyes going into a haze as he spaced out and simply lived in the pleasure. As she noticed his comfort, she decided to tease him even more.

She opened her mouth wider, plunging her tongue deep as it could go in his mouth. Her hand on his back slid down his pants, right past his underwear, and grabbed a sharp handful of his bare ass.

His yelp was cut off as her lips stopped any sound escaping, and her tongue began to violently spin circles in his mouth. The thick appendage swirling round and round inside him while she harshly grabbed his ass even harder. Tears going down his face from pure stimulation as his cheeks began to show her tongue punching through either side, drool pouring down their chins as she growled into him.

Her acrylics stabbed his skin, only adding to the pleasure as she kneaded and massaged it. Her tongue was spinning again and again. Then she broke the kiss by grabbing his tongue with her lips and sucking it out of his mouth, loudly slurping on it for a mere moment before pulling it as far as it could go and letting go with a loud 'mwah'. His tongue clicking as it smacked back into his mouth. He panted in a pure hypnotic state, embraced by the goddess before him. Her hot body now grinding against his.

The two silent in a shared arousal. Her seduction effortless and far too easy. She loved it. She loved how easy it was to turn him to her whim, even as scared as he was, all it took was a quick make-out session for his tune to change. She liked her men weak, pathetic, and meek. All the better when they'd try their best to fight that part of themself. The easier it was, the better, and she was about to strip Deonte down until there was nothing left...

"Did you like that, baby?" She breathed.

Deonte nodded hypnotically.

"Do you want more?"

He nodded again.

"Say 'yes Tera'."

His face went red as his spell broke a little, he wasn't a big fan of talking.

"Hey. Look at me." She ordered calmly, lifting his chin with a finger, "Do what I say."

"... Y..."

"Go on."

"Yes Tera..." He whispered out.

"I love hearing my name from your lips honey. So fuckin' sexy. I'll kiss you a lot, okay? You're a good kisser. I'm gonna need you to do some things for me if we keep going, okay?"

"O... okay..." He breathed, not aware of what he was even agreeing to.

"Good boy." She smiled, whispering softly.

A new feeling hit him like a bullet as she said that. He swallowed audibly, making her giggle.

"You like it when I tell you what to do, huh?" She cocked her head.

He stayed quiet again, looking away. His embarrassment only turned her on more. Her head came down and moved to his ear. Her wet breath blasting inside his ear canal, sending a bristle up his spin as he almost passed out from the brand new sensation. Her whisper like sweet music to him.

"Answer me baby. Come on..."

"I... uhm..."

"So shy... don't hide from me honey, I know you love it. I wanna hear you say it for me... do it and I'll make you cum so good... I'm gonna make you forget all about that bitch that took your virginity... just be a good boy and answer me..." She nipped at his ear lobe.

"Uhm... y-yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... I... I like it when..."

"Mhmmmm?~"

"... I like it when you tell me what to do..." He cringed out, beet red in the face.

She let out a loud giggle in his ear, a high pitched lilt as she latched her lips onto his neck and bit down. A hot hickey was forming on his skin as he let out a sharp gasp, never having this feeling before in his life. He thought he was about to pass out. Her tongue swirled across his flesh, tasting him as she cooed seductively. Her tongue massaging his muscles and vampirically sucking the masculinity out of him, feeding on it as he melted into putty in her hands.

Pulling his hair, his head tilting away from her so she got better access to the crook of his shoulder. Her other arm wrapped around his waist and pulling his crotch to hers, the two of them grinding their bulges against the other, which only sent more confusion into him, swiftly replaced with the success of her seduction. Sucking on his neck for another minute, chewing on it, before letting go with a loud wet POP!

He groaned as a massive hickey was branded into him like a mark of ownership from her. His body was hot and weak, he felt like he was equally drained and yet riding the biggest coke high of his life. His heart was beating like crazy as he was overwhelmed with feeling.

"Now go get on the bed. Lie down on your back." She ordered, smile gone.

She stepped away from him and gestured towards the twin bed in the corner. He didn't hesitate, instantly gliding across the room to the bed.

As he got there though, the implications of what may be happening began to dawn on him. He remembered Tera in high school specifically mentioning she was a total top, only bottoming in special cases... Was he going to be a special case right now? Was she going to fuck him?

Then he heard the horrifying sound of a pant zipper, and clothes hitting the floor.

He turned to see her stepping out of her bottoms, and tearing off her top. Her caramel skin was soft and matte. Her breasts, mouthwatering, perfect, round, and perky, massive as well. Her figure curving down her waist, and going out in an incredible 8 figure. Her ass, incredibly smooth and toned in a perfect heart shape, connecting to smooth hardened thighs. The light definement of her muscles and abs clashing with the incredible feminine assets. Her look, seductive and hungry with a knowing smile across her perfect lips. Deonte's eyes wandered down, knowing what was between her legs already. He couldn't help but react non-subtly upon seeing it.

It was darker than the rest of her body, long, girthy, and perfectly smooth all over. It was massive though. It was erect as well, he could feel it when she was grinding against him. 10.5 inches at full mast and as thick as her wrist. Her balls were each the size of a plum, throbbing with lust. It was like a pistol aimed right at him, twitching in the air, her hard cock pulsing with blood.

"You like it?" She smiled, "It's good right? I used to make the entire football team squeal at the end of it... if you remember..."

"Are... you gonna... are we..."

"Not yet... don't you worry, you're not prepped for this just yet... that doesn't mean I'm not gonna get you two acquainted..."

"I... I don't know if I'd be any good..."

"You don't need to do a thing except lay down on the bed like I asked before... so do it..." Her smile went away again.

He swallowed and got on his back. Despite how comfortable the quilts on this bed were, he felt dread come up the mattress and grip his shoulders. His stimulated mind mixed with the pure anxiety he was feeling. Frozen as she began to make her way over to him. As her shadow cast over him, so too did her cock, a few feet above his gaze, looking at the underside of it as she looked down at him dominantly. Her hands on her hips, and her long legs power stanced in a triangle, making her dick move with her mind, almost waving it in front of him. Its snake dance almost seemed to bind him, he couldn't stop looking at it!

"Take your pants off." She breathed out.

He hurriedly hooked his pants down to his ankles and threw them off the bed. He held his hands over his package.

"Shirt too, let me see how good you look Deonte, don't be shy..."

He slowly took his shirt off and tossed it off the side of the bed.

"Mmmmh... that's good... you look fucking great..." She softly gasped.

Her hand came down and rubbed his torso sensually, gliding her fingers between his pecs and abs, tracing along every hard ridge she could. It made her cock jump even more. He didn't know what to do except stare at the ceiling.

Then her hand came down and began to stroke the minor dough at his sides, that went down to his admittedly larger butt. She seemed fixated on it, her fingers sending a ticklish pang up his body, making him twitch slightly, and making her giggle.

She stopped finally.

"Now... I want you to keep your mouth open... and when you feel like you're choking, just swallow, okay?"

"Uhm... okay..."

"Take your hands off your junk, you wanna cum too right?"

"Y... yes..."

He complied and put his hands at his side. He didn't know what was about to happen but he had a vague idea. That thing between her legs was scary, it didn't discount her from being a woman certainly, but good lord was it intimidating.

His eyes were fixated on it, and he watched as it swayed in the air, moving up past his periphery. Then he felt the bed begin to squeak as she climbed on.

The dick a lot closer to him now, threateningly close as he looked at it right down the barrel. Her legs swinging over his head, and her dick and balls dangling right above his face. On all fours over him, 69ing herself over his prone body. Her lovely legs poised powerfully above him, ready to swing her cock down into him.

He was staring that beast right in the eye, and watched a glisten of something at the tip. He could smell it, the intoxicating musk coming from it paired with her perfume. Lost in time admiring it as it aimed right at him.

Her head went down to his penis, and he felt her heavenly hands wrap around it, it was enough to make him shudder as his dick almost instantly sprang to life.

"Ever suck dick before Deonte?"

"N-no..." He whimpered, eyes still glued on her thick cock.

"Mmm... you'll get the hang of it... just swallow remember... like this..."

With a breathy gasp, her mouth opened, drooling for it as she locked her lips around his shaft and immediately began to slowly but violently suck his cock.

Just as his mouth opened with a shocked gasp.

"HAUH!- MGLK!"

He was cut off. Her hips flung downwards harshly, blinding him as her smooth balls smothered his vision. Her shaft buried right down his stretched throat. He choked and began to cough and sputter. He began to kick his legs in alarm.

She simply grunted, grabbed his thighs and pinned them to the bed, and continued.

Tears poured from his eyes, watching her shaft slowly withdrawing from his mouth, looking ten times as big in his POV. His own spit glistened on the diamond hard cock that was slowly exiting his mouth. He gagged as it was pulled out. It was hot, rubbery, and he could taste the pang of sweet and salty as her precum hit his tongue. She held her hips above him a moment, sensing his struggle, then pulled herself off his dick.

"Swallow baby, I told you... You don't get to cum until I do, and we got aaaaaall night..."

Before he could protest again her dick came down again, slower this time, and as soon as it entered his mouth, it turned on the submission switch in his brain. His lips automatically sealing around the shaft and wrapping his tongue around it, craving the texture of the hot rod of flesh in his mouth. It went back further and further until he felt his gag reflex kick in. He swallowed, and the cock guided itself back down his throat, lodging itself for a second. Then she pulled it back up.

"Good boy... like that..." She whispered.

Her cock raised halfway out of his mouth before she began to slowly push it back down again. He repeated the motion, beginning to grasp the hang of it, but it was annihilating his throat and was causing his eyes to flood with tears. His body reacting to the foreign invasion of his faculties.

She guided him again, making sure he was getting the hang of it before she decided to go a little faster for him. Her cock felt incredible in his mouth, it was perfectly shaped for it. Having him struggle around it only turned her on more.

"There you go... there you go... Fuck yes... suck that cock baby... you're a fucking natural... oh yes... fuuuck..." She breathed between cock thrusts, her hips raising and lowering at a steady pace.

His whimpers and swallows were loud and audible, creating a wet orchestra underneath her that made her bite her lip in pleasure.

"Good boy... oh god yes... now you get some love too..."

She gasped again and her heavenly mouth went slurping ravenously on his cock.

"MH!" He whimpered, still throating hers.

The two of them 69ing at an uneven pace. Her hips going down steady, but her mouth moving violently up and down his cock. The room lit up with wet moans and gasps, loud slurping and choking.

She was a master, despite being a top. The way her tongue slid around it. The way her mouth warmly enveloped it.

Deonte was barely hanging on by a thread. His balls were already getting tight, his guts buzzing with pleasure. His legs were still writhing under her grip as she pinned his thighs. His toes curling and flexing. His mouth drooling over her thick rod of meat that went in and out of his throat. His eyes crying with pleasure and from the choking. His whimpers and groans cut off by her hot dick spearing past his lips. Her balls hypnotically flopping up and down, hitting his forehead and resting briefly, blinding him in her soft flesh as she brought them back up, then slapping them back down.

The warm rubbery flesh was so comfortable in his mouth, vibrating and throbbing in his throat. Powerful meat, but equally elegant and soft all at once.

The sensation of it was spellbinding him, as he sucked on it like she wanted. Still struggling, but it barely bothered Tera, she was going at her same pace without mercy. The way she would just use him, it started to make him go crazy.

"Mmmghh! MMMmmghh! MMH! MMMHHH! MHHH!" He began to cry around her cock.

With a wet pop her lips left his cock, looking under her body to see Deonte's melted expression, heaving.

"Getting close baby?"

"MHM! MMHMM!"

"So fast. Bad boy."

"MMHGH! MMGHH!" He throated desperately, seeking any return to the electrifying pleasure.

"You really love it don't you? If I make you cum now, I'll need to punish you for not waiting for me, kay? Still want me to make you bust?"

"MHM! MMHMM! PHLSH!" His eyes rolled.

She smiled sadistically.

Her lips smacked around his cock again and she began to suck violently.

Then Deonte was blinded by her sack.

She wasn't pulling her cock out!

She slammed her hips down harshly, planting her dick down to the base, smothering his face in her swollen nuts. She grinded her hips left and right as he struggled to breathe. As the oxygen was depleting from his brain, the terrible pleasure down below was rising just as fast.

He struggled subconsciously, writhing, but her iron grip still held him still as she grinded her hips into his struggling face.

"Mmmm~" She cooed, vibrating his cock.

She sucked him with such haste and physical prowess yet was hardly breathing heavy, or showing any sign of struggle. Calmly throating him with an ooze of domination and confidence.

Continuing to vibrate his dick while she plunged her lips down on his shaft, getting him closer and closer and closer.

Then finally, as his vision began to blacken, he felt the buzz in his stomach as consciousness began to depart. Like he was being sucked stupid.

"MMMH!"

"PWaH!" She gasped, jerking him rapidly, "Cum for me baby! Cum! Cum for me!"

"MMMMGHHHGHMHMHMMMM!" He shrieked.

His toes curled up, almost cramping his legs as they went stiff as metal.

His entire body vibrated, and right as the first spurt of cum left his tip, she attacked again. Loudly, she sucked his dick once more, purposefully making obnoxious sucking noises, slurping the cum right from his balls. Her lips were sealed around it, loudly swallowing his load down as he bucked his hips as best as he could. He felt his lower abdomen seize and pulse, like the soul was getting drained right from his body.

His eyes rolled back, feeling only pleasure as he was suffocated.

She let out another groan of approval, putting her lips to his base, contracting her throat.

Finally, she dislodged her cock from his throat and let him gasp for air. He heaved and panted, her cock still dangling above him.

She released him from her mouth, letting his wet flaccid cock flop from her drooling mouth. His stomach heaved up and down as he rasped for air.

She let go of his legs and climbed off of him, letting him rest for a small minute. His body twitching, thighs still spasming. Deonte threw an arm over his head, lightheaded and dizzy from such a powerful orgasm.

Tera was a succubus, or some kind of otherworldly being, it was the only explanation. Deonte didn't know such pleasure could be achievable.

His throat felt sore and empty. Did he really have her cock in his throat just then?

His thoughts were quickly cut off as she violently pulled him horizontal, his head hanging off the end of the bed.

His gasps were cut off as her hand wrapped around his throat that held him still, her other hand steadily jerking herself off in front of his face, loudly squelching with the leftover spit coating it. He couldn't help but watch, hypnotized, her knuckles tight, going up and down, stroking the shaft of her beautiful dick.

"Punishment time baby. You came too quick, so now I get to use your throat until you swallow my load, 'kay?"

"O... okay..." He whispered half consciously.

"You're gonna get a great view of my nuts from that angle too, enjoy it you little slut..." She growled.

Deonte watched her, his vision upside down, as she harshly grabbed the base of her cock and lined it up right to his lips.

Then with no mercy, she shoved her entire dick down his throat, holding it there, pulsing her balls against his face. The leathery warm skin gliding across his face as she pumped precum into his throat.

"UUUUUGHH! Yeah! Struggle on it you fucking pussy!" She grunted, sawing her hips.

Deonte coughed and sputtered, arms flailing. Her hand remained around his throat though, holding him down against the bed. She let loose three harsh short thuds against his lips with her smooth toned pelvis. Then extracted her cock out, coating it in a firm layer of spit.

Deonte coughed and gasped for air, mouth still open and welcoming though, craving more of it.

"Fuck yes. Beg for it Deonte. Come on!"

She rammed her cock back down his throat, and began to instantly skull fuck him.

Her hands went around his neck as she held him down, and fucked his face. Her cock pulling all the way to the tip and slamming back into him.

"GLKMH! GLK! GLKH! GLKH! GLK! GGLK!" He choked out between swallows.

Wet sucking and gagging noises emanating below her. Her husky moans and groans dominantly rang over them as she took full control of him. Using his throat like he was some inanimate fuck machine.

Her balls rapidly slapping against his forehead, blinding him again and again and again.

"Hauh... fuck. MMghhh... fuck yes. Fucking swallow it. Take it. Take it down to the b- UUGH YES! Just like that! Down to my fucking balls you eager bitch! COME ON!"

"MGLK! MGLK! MGLK! MGLK! MGLK! MGLK! MGLK!"

Her eyes were shut, her face snarling as her lips curled back, hissing, letting out feminine exhales that were deep and sexy. Her shoulders tensed as she nearly began to choke poor Deonte below her. Her perfectly shaped ass bouncing as she smacked her hips against his perfect lips.

Saliva coating her entire front pelvic region and dripping off her sac. Deonte's face a complete mess as she throat fucked him on the twin bed.

Deonte was barely alive, fully broken into this new subservient role before her. Happy to be used in his broken state. Hypnotically under her spell as she ruined his face. His eyes going to the back of his skull as she hilted her goddess cock right to the base. Pulling out quickly, stretching and pulling his lips across her shaft before throwing her hips forward again and bashing his chin, plugging his airway, and then forcing him to inhale the intoxicating feminine musk of her pubic region.

Her pace picking up rapidly, Deonte didn't know what was going to happen when she'd cum. Was he supposed to swallow it? Would it taste bad? Would he somehow mess that up too? His paranoia and anxiety built with every rapid plap of her firm waist against his face.

Her dick spewing hot precum, lubing his throat as he rapidly swallowed her cock as best he could, spearing in and out of his mouth. The lump of her shaft sliding up and down his throat visibly, his adam's apple moving up and down. Deonte's face covered in his own spit as she mashed it against his skin.

She was close now, and he could tell. Her nails were digging into his neck. She was being so violent his neck was craning painfully backward as she was basically slamming her hips down instead of back and forth. Stepping forward over him and grinding her teeth as she grunted.

"UUGH! YES! YES! YES DEONTE! YES! FUCK YES!..." She groaned.

"MH! MH! MH! MH! MH! MH! MH! MH!" He throated out.

Her balls buffeted his forehead, slapping against his face rapidly.

"uuuuUUUGHHH! UUUGHH! UGHH! FUUUCK! FUUUUUUCK! OH FUCK BABY HERE IT COMES!"

"MGLKHH! MMGLLHKK! MGLLGKK!" He nervously choked out off tempo.

Deonte reached up, attempting to pry her hands off, scared of what would happen when she came. Even as much as he tried though, her hands wouldn't move, good lord she was strong, maybe it was just the angle, but she was making it clear that this was going to happen. He couldn't do anything. Maybe that was the reason his cock began to spring back to life at that moment.

"UUUGH! UUUUGH! UUUGH! UGHH! hHHHHHHHUUUUGHHH! UUGHH! HAUH! AUGH! FUCK!"

"GLLHKM! MMGKHLKM!..."

"OH FUCK TAKE IT ALL BABY!"

PLAT!

Deonte saw it in first person. Her balls slid all the way back, her lightly toned abs shooting forward, and her firm thighs crushing his head as she squeezed his skull between them.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUUUCK YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS! UUUUUUUUGHHHH!" She screamed dominantly.

Deonte's eyes went wide as he suddenly felt heat travel down his throat, he suddenly swallowed it as fast as he could, subconsciously.

Then she slid her cock all the way out until it was just the rubbery thick tip plugging his mouth. Her hand came down and began violently jacking her shaft as she growled like an animal above him. He saw her nuts pulse together and saw the mounds of cum travel down her shaft and begin to fill his mouth to the brim.

It was salty, sweet, and... addictive. He wanted more, it tasted so good!

"RRHGH! HHHGHHHRRHH! FUCKIN' SWALLOW IT! GUUUGHHHHH! UUUGHHH!" She rasped.

Deonte swallowed it down in loud gulps, showing her that he was doing what he was told.

"GOOD BOY! GOOD BOY! DRINK IT DOWN! NURSE MY FUCKING COCK YOU SLUT!"

Mgolp! Mgolp! Mgolp!

He kept swallowing the endless ropes of delicious cum, filling his mouth, streaming down to his stomach.

She slid her cock forward again, choking him now, her hands fully gripped around his neck now, choking him.

He felt her hot balls boil and pulse against his forehead as he felt her use him.

Suddenly out of nowhere, Deonte's cock electrified.

"MMGHHHHH!" He squealed.

His thighs tensed up, and that same orgasmic feeling took over. He couldn't control it.

"Oh baby! YES! YOU FUCKING LOVE IT DON'T YOU?! CUM FOR ME! CUM FOR ME BABY! COME ON LET IT OUT!" She cheered hysterically.

Deonte's cock was shooting cum in massive ropes, going across his body as she grinded her pubic mound painfully into his face. The stubble of her shaved crotch scratching his face as she rotated her hips in small harsh circles.

The last weak spurt of her cock injected her cum directly down his gullet.

"UUUGH! UGh! Ugh... fuck... fuck baby..." She let go of his throat.

She leaned over him, catching her breath, then pulled her clean flaccid cock from his gasping mouth.

Deonte was a mess. His eyes were rolling, his mouth rasping for air and dripping with cum and spit. Precum coating his lips as he groaned and gasped.

"Mugh... ugh... ugh..." He whimpered.

The two were in a brief silence as she recuperated. She rested her sloppy wet cock against the side of his face for a moment, finally unsticking it from his cheek as she stepped away.

"Ouh... fuck Deonte baby, that was great. You're a fast learner, I love that." She cooed.

She grabbed her panties and put her bulge away quickly, resting nearly in the hammock of her underwear, and pulling her clothes back on.

"Well you have my number doll, text me!" She chimed, as if this hadn't just occurred.

The door shut behind her.

Deonte was left alone in the room with a deafening quiet. The room thumped from the party below, but nothing else could be heard in the room except for his loud pants. He laid there catching his breath.

That must have been a dream... what was that? It was... so good... He'd never felt anything like that in his life. No feeling had ever made him feel more whole or complete than being at her mercy like that, just being used like a machine.

The thought of her doing all sorts of dominant things to him made his dick throb a bit.

He couldn't help but feel disappointment. Something was missing. As much as he liked being used like that, there was something unsatisfying about this...

He couldn't put his finger on it.

He groaned, clutching his painfully sore throat. He got out of bed soon after and grabbed his clothes.

Soon enough he exited the party, no reason to stay longer.

He was spacing out the entire time, his legs moving on autopilot as they carried him back to his dorm...

===

When Deonte arrived, he came back to an empty, black, and hollow room.

He simply threw his clothes off, climbed under the sheets, and stared at the ceiling.

This went on for a couple of hours...

The door finally creaked open, the light of the hallway hitting his eyes painfully.

He watched Connor step in, Deonte sat up to greet him, maybe he could explain these feelings he was having.

"Hey man." Deonte said raspily.

"Hey." Connor replied bluntly.

Connor didn't look at him, throwing his clothes off too and getting into bed.

There was an awkward silence lingering. Deonte could tell Connor was having similar feelings as him right now. Both of them quietly looked at the ceiling parallel to each other.

Finally Connor broke the silence.

"So, uh, how'd it go for you?"

"Huh? What?"

"Tera... you guys uh... you end up having fun with her?"

"Uh... yeah... I dunno... I guess..."

"Cool... Cool..."

"You and uhm?... What was her name?"

"Lena." Connor replied far too quickly.

"Yeah, her. You and her?"

"Uhm... sorta, yeah..." He responded.

Deonte had never heard his nonchalant roommate sound this shaken before.

"You alright Connor?"

"What? Yeah. Yeah why wouldn't I be? I'm totally fine man. Why are you asking me?"

"Oh... uhm... nothing... you just seem a little quiet."

"I'm good. I'm totally good man... how about you?"

"Uh yeah... yeah I'm fine..."

Another awkward quiet lingered.

"Tera came on kinda strong tonight, and I was having some... feelings about it..."

"Oh, like, uh, what kind of feelings?"

"Uhm... I dunno..."

"Yeah me too." Connor replied bluntly and honestly.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Go to bed man."

Connor turned away from him and pretended to be asleep.

Deonte dropped it and did the same.

===

Deonte and Connor maybe slept a few hours each.

Deonte woke up sore and exhausted. As morning light came in, he groaned and reached for his phone. He was disappointed to see no text from Tera.

The entire night, the events of the party were on loop in his head.

To be clear, Deone didn't feel raped or violated. He was consenting last night, and he was eager. That's what was bothering him the most.

Society, and everyone around him had always claimed that men are supposed to follow a certain role, especially amidst women like Tera. Hyper feminine women. Deonte shouldn't crave to be so weak and pathetic, to crave her in such a way. It's weird to be depraving yourself as a man. At least that's what he was taught all his life... so why did he find such completion in being used by her like that... and why was he upset that she left so bluntly afterwards... did it mean nothing to her?...

'Of fucking course it didn't. Dumbass' He thought to himself.

A woman like Tera, she saw a quick and easy lay with him obviously, and that's all it was... and that was fine... he didn't want to bother her or be desperate. Maybe it was a drunk accident after all, she was pretty loopy last night.

No need to bug her then. Just let it lie in the past. Don't be weird about it... just move on...

He tried to at least... it wasn't working... the seed of obsession was worming into his mind. His mouth ached for her taste more, he wanted more... but he knew he couldn't get it. A woman like Tera being involved with him more than anything than last night, it was out of the question. He wasn't desirable like other guys on campus, she could easily replace him. It's not worth it to ruin whatever friendship they might still have over personal feelings.

Thoughts of being a creepy guy best friend that cringely admits his feelings to his girl best friend played on loop in his head. He didn't want to be that guy at all.

There was also a question of fetishization. He didn't want Tera to think he was some kind of gross chaser too. She's probably dealing with enough in that area to begin with.

No need to pursue this, or even think about it more for that matter.

He was snapped out of his thoughtful daze after he heard Connor's phone begin to ring loudly.

Connor groaned as he answered it.

"Hello..." He said groggily.

There was a feminine voice on the other side, whoever it was, it was enough to get his head to spring out of bed, still turned away from Deonte.

"What? Right now?"

...

"C... can I at least shower before I... Yeah but... yeah it's just that... it's a little embarrassing..."

...

"... Okay... I'll... I'll be over soon... s-sorry..." He said shakily.

Connor quickly put his phone away and leapt out of bed, like he was late to something, grabbing his clothes frantically.

Deonte's eyes widened as he saw Connor's face and body.

His entire neck was covered in massive black hickeys, going down his pecs, and even his abs. His mouth was messily smeared with red lipstick, like he was wearing Joker makeup. Red kiss marks were coating his entire face, back, lower back, stomach, and even between his legs. He noticed his throat was bright red as well.

He could also swear that there was some white crusting his face, but it was too brief to be sure...

"You okay?" Deonte asked.

"Yeah." He replied bluntly again.

"Okay... well see you I guess-"

"-Bye." He said abruptly.

Connor flew out the door and slammed it behind him in a desperate rush.

Whatever had him out the door was clearly some kind of emergency, what else could it be to have him reacting that way?

Deonte soon followed, plenty of time before his first class of the day, but he wasn't going to be able to sleep again today...

===

Deonte avoided Tera as best he could, even skipping the class he had with her that day.

Even though he was avoiding her, he was still disappointed to see that she hadn't texted, confirming his suspicion that it meant nothing to her.

There were two sides to him at this point.

One side of him dealing with the fact that one of his best friends from high school was now a bombshell, and how the defeat of any platonic feelings were flooding away from him. How he should really try not to pursue this any further at risk of damaging their relationship as friends.

The other side was trying to not send blood pumping to his cock thinking about what happened last night. How he shouldn't press this further at risk of losing one of the best sexual experiences he'd had in his entire life. How he desperately wanted more though.

The two sides of him butting heads like bulls.

===

A few days later he went to the food court.

He was spacey and half paying attention as he ordered his food.

Taking his seat at a small table in the court, he simply stared at his plate, unmoving.

The silence in his head lingered until a voice snapped him out of it like cold water on his back.

"Deonte!"

Dressed in high cut jorts, and a loose white tee that hung off her shoulder, Tera was making her way over.

Like a train of emotion, the feelings inside him boiled, and it made him quickly turn away from her, like he didn't earn the right to even look at her.

She sat across from him, putting her bag on the table, moving the chair over so she was diagonal to him, instead of across.

"How's it goin'?" She smiled.

"Uh. Good." He said meekly, looking down at his food still.

"Well great."

An awkward silence.

"You okay, Deonte?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah. Yeah I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Uhm... yeah totally..."

"I got a discount at a local juice bar if you want me to show you? It's been a while since we hung out!"

"Oh... yeah I'm good..."

Her smile dropped.

Deonte could feel her lean in, scanning him.

"Hm."

"What?"

"See if I didn't know better, I'd think you're avoiding me... but you wouldn't be doing that, would you Deonte?"

Deonte went red.

"Uhm n-no. No never."

"So why didn't you text me after that night?"

"Uhm... I... uh..."

He stammered, feeling her gaze searing into the side of his face like two spikes of liquid nitrogen.

"Go on..." She tilted her head threateningly.

"After... after we... you know... I uhm... I got really weird. I'm feeling like a lot of things right now and I don't know how to articulate it..." He stumbled the words out.

"Did you want more from me Deonte?"

Her mannerism shifted. Her look quickly turned into one of sadistic teasing.

She was piecing together what he really meant by his rambling.

"Deonte." She smiled.

Deonte refused to look at her.

He heard the chair next to him scoot closer.

Her body heat was intense. He could feel her next to him.

A hand landed on his thigh and squeezed tight, making his eyes bulge.

Her lips came close to his ear.

"I asked you a question baby... answer me..."

"..."

"Should I ask again?..."

"..."

"I said, 'did you want more', Deonte?"

"Y... I, uhm."

"Yes or no. Say it."

"Y-yes... yes I did..."

"You were sad I didn't stay? Hm?" She rubbed his leg.

"... Yes..." He squeaked.

"So why have you been avoiding me, Deonte?"

"I... uhm... I... I..."

"Go on."

"... B-because you're really pretty, and I didn't want to mess it up... because we used to be friends... and I don't know what to do now... and I figured you wouldn't be interested in me..."

Silence.

Deonte was too frightened to look and see her wicked grin on her face.

She put the grin away, containing herself.

Her hand came forward and glided across his neck, then gripped tight around it, making him gasp as she pressed her face into his ear.

"You and I need to have a nice... long... conversation... I think..."

"O... okay..." He whimpered quietly.

"You were still rude to me though... so we need to punish you for that first... so now you're gonna have to do something for me... 'kay?"

"Okay..."

"What's your dorm room."

"Uh... F-Fielder... 8F..."

"I'm gonna drop a box with some instructions at your door... if you really want more, then you're gonna do exactly as I say on those instructions... and then you're gonna meet me on Saturday at 1pm at my apartment... and then we're gonna have a nice... long... talk..."

Every word, every syllable was exaggerated, every letter backed with a hot breath into his face and right into his ear.               Every click of her tongue, every pop of her beautiful lips, all of it was audible. All of it was putting him back under her spell. The husky tone hitting the right vibration in his brain, cooing into him sensually, melting his consciousness away into submission.

"Say you understand." She breathed out.

"I understand." He trembled, legs shaking.

She let out a sinister giggle and planted one hot, wet, kiss on his cheek, holding it there for a moment, humiliating him in front of the entire food court. She let go with a loud click of her plush lips, then gave his leg another squeeze before getting up and walking out of the food court like it was nothing.

He sat there, letting a breath of relief out, an uncomfortable erection tenting through his pants.

What did he just agree to? What on earth would be in that fucking box?!

===

Racked with fear in the unknown, Deonte came back to his dorm to see a plain brown parcel sitting right in front of his door.

He swallowed, walking towards his door. He picked it up.

He was about to open the handle, but saw a lanyard tied around it, the sign from Connor not to come in because he was getting laid.

In fact as Deonte lingered there he could hear them inside. He was shocked to hear it though, usually when Connor needed the room it was quiet.

Deonte could feel the vibrations in his feet though, and whoever the woman was in there he was really giving it to. He never knew a woman could make those noises before, it was squealing, really high pitched, and ultra feminine. Yet it was husky and raspy at the same time.

"WHOSE PUSSY IS THIS?! HUH?!"

"Y-Y-YOO-O-OUOOUUURSS-S-S-U-UHUHGH!"

"UH HUH! TAKE MY COCK YOU BITCH! TAKE IT UP THAT TIGHT LITTLE HOLE FOR ME! EARN THAT LOAD!! EARN IT! FUCKING EARN IT!!!!"

Deonte couldn't help but put his ear to the door, Connor sounded pretty feminine too though, he could hear his hips clapping against whoever else was in there... wait... was that Connor giving it? Or... no... a world where Connor would ever bottom is foreign and distant, Connor of all people?

Though the other night... when he and Lena were making out...

Deonte shook his head, realizing he was creeping on his roommate having sex and walked into the bathroom instead.

As Deonte sat in a stall, the box was barely sealed with some desk tape.

Deonte opened it up slowly, time distorting as his anxiety peaked, scared of what was in this damn package.

As the contents revealed themself to him... Deonte gasped... surely she wasn't serious...

===

THURSDAY... 12:30PM...

Deonte was hobbling, walking funny, as he paced back and forth in his room.

The phone screen read a text from Tera that he'd received a few minutes before.

The address of her apartment was plastered on screen, with another text under it that said, 'don't keep me waiting'.

Could he really go through with all this? What was she going to do to him? He thought he knew, but... he didn't want to assume... all the prep she made him do the day of though, at least according to the lengthy and specific instructions she gave in the package... could he back out now? Of course he could... he could...

... He couldn't... every inch of doubt and fear in him was instantly repulsed out of his body, like Tera had some curse on him, drawing him to her immense orbit.

Even across campus she had a leash on him.

He could feel it pulling him out the door. Every step in front of the other felt heavy. Every inch towards her apartment on the other end of campus felt like an hour each.

When such imminent change is inevitable in one's life, fear is only natural, because he knew he wouldn't walk away from this the same.

===

THURSDAY... 1PM...

It was a nice stack of luxury apartments, clearly marketed to college students who wanted to live close to campus. Nice flat carpets, bright reds, dark blues, and modern greys. Each door a key fob activated hunk of metal and wood.

He rode up the elevator, scared out of his mind as it hummed quietly.

Like a deathly bell toll the doors opened and dinged.

He walked out into the cold quiet hallway. The silence was maddening.

His altered fate was right at the end of the hall.

His steps seemed to glide across the floor, arriving at the door too soon.

Last chance to walk away.

He froze, hand lingering in a knocking pose...

...

With a sharp breath...

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

Silence.

Maybe she wasn't home?

...

His legs trembled.

Just as his cold feet set in, he took one step backward.

The door SWUNG open!

Without a word, her hand grabbed his shirt and YANKED him inside.

He yelped as he was thrown inside the two bedroom apartment, stumbling into the living room.

SLAM!

He jumped as the door violently closed behind him, quickly followed by a loud click of a lock.

He turned to see her in nothing but a white lace bra, and lace panties that were clamped tightly around her bulge. Her full tan glory on display in front of him, making him gawk. Arms and legs toned, abs barely visible, ass wide and round, breasts heavy and cleavage ample. Slightly petite and athletic, a goddess...

Her face was terrifying, that same hunger from the other night.

"Couch. Now." She said coldly.

Deonte gulped and briskly walked over to her nice couch and sat in the middle.

Without even hearing her, she was already a few feet away.

Just as his butt connected with fabric, she leapt on top of him. Her crotch against his, her chest pressed right onto him, and both of her hands on either side of his head, nails digging into his scalp. Heavy breaths from her dripping mouth as she knocked her forehead against his.

"Comfortable?" She breathed.

"Y-yes..." He admitted, heart pounding.

"Ready for our talk?"

"Yes..."

"Good. Let's get started then. Open your mouth."

He complied and opened his lips slightly.

With a hiss and groan her head cocked and her mouth opened, tongue first.

He gasped as her tongue punched right past his lips and right into the back of his mouth. Loudly making out with him instantly. Her lips gnawing and eating his face out, sharp clicks of her perfect lips, smacking violently against his, pushing and pulling her tongue in and out of his gasping mouth. Jaw contorting on his, eyes hazy and half open to gauge his reactions, only getting her harder as she ground her crotch onto his bulge.

Her legs tightly kept him on bottom, closing firmly around either side of his thighs as she sat on top of him. Her heart-shaped ass resting on his knees as she massacred his face.

He couldn't keep up with her, to the point where he was simply just moving his mouth along with hers, attacking his lips so violently. Not even that fast, but there was just such power behind every tongue punch and jaw movement, that it was locking his face to hers.

Methodically grinding on him to get him deeper into the mood, obliterating his doubt and fear in seconds as she made it clear who was in charge. She was his now, and he wouldn't leave, even if he wanted to for whatever reason.

Leaving seemed a distant prospect, the way her beautiful face smothered his, keeping him tongued down on the couch.

She continued to suck face with him for a few minutes until she went right to his ear again, whispering into his brain.

"You did everything I told you to?"

"Y-yes." He gasped.

"Good. Get up and show me." She ordered huskily.

She got off of him, sitting beside him and gesturing him off the couch.

Humiliated, he stood up in front of her. Her legs wide as her hand began to sensually stroke her thick bulge. Her lidded eyes looked him up and down.

He pulled his shirt off, trembling.

"Slower." She grunted, kneading her crotch.

He complied, going a little bit slower as he finished taking it off and throwing it to the floor.

"Mh. Now turn around, pull your pants down and show me that ass."

He turned, hooked his thumbs into his jeans and slowly pulled them down like she asked.

His ass slowly revealed itself to her, her eyes going wide, biting her lip furiously as more and more was shown.

Finally his cheeks poked out from the top, completely hairless and shaved. A moistness to the crack which he had lubed up as instructed.

Sitting tightly, poking out of his asshole, was the end to a very small black buttplug.

"Oh that's good. That looks so fucking hot." She smiled.

CRACK! A slender hand came up and slapped his ass, burning a handprint into him.

"Auh!" He jumped.

She giggled hysterically and landed two more. His butt rippling with pain.

CRACK! SLAP!

"MNGH! You're fucking blessed Deonte! Take that shit off!"

Her hand came to the rim of his pants and YANKED the rest down to his ankles.

Before he could even react more, her arms grabbed his waist from behind and pulled him right on top of her. Her massive breasts pancaking into his back, her head resting right next to his as she pulled him tight. Her embrace was warm and heavenly, enough to make him melt.

She was still taller than him, so even sat down, his ass was right above her crotch region.

She began to pepper his neck in kisses, then biting on the flesh aggressively. Every action purposeful and meant to elicit submission into him. It was working.

"You were a good boy doing what you're told. That ass is nice and prepped for me, isn't it?"

Deonte was red in the face, manhandled and sat on her lap. Her arms tightly binding him to her.

"I asked you a question."

"..."

"Come on baby. Tell me, did you get that ass nice and wet for me?"

Deonte nodded slightly, feeling his manhood get sucked out of him with every word from her mouth.

"I wanna hear you say it. Tell me babe. Talk to me."

"Y... yes..." He whispered.

"Hmmm?" She chimed.

Her hips came up and began to bounce him on her lap slightly. Not in a parental way at all, purely sexual aggression coursing through her powerful hips.

"One more time?"

"Yes." He said a little louder.

"Uh huhhh~" She grinned, "You know what happens next then, don't you?"

"N-no..." He said, willingly ignorant.

Her hand came down, slithering past his inner thigh and down to her panties.

"Normally... Guy like you, and a bombshell like me... you'd be fucking this pussy on my bed and turning me into a real slut... but I've always gone by a different rule to check who's on top..."

She fidgeted with her underwear, letting her cock flop out as she pulled them to the side.

"I always say whoever's bigger gets the other's pussy for themselves... and I'll let you know a little secret baby..."

Her hands moved, one still wrapped around his abdomen, the other slowly, but aggressively massaging his head. The hand in his hair pushed his skull so he was looking in between both of their spread legs.

Her cock rapidly stiffening, feeling Deonte's ass on top of her, so close for the taking.

Deonte knew how big her cock was, but seeing it again, especially compared to his... it was like a shark fin cresting the water...

It loomed, stiff, and throbbing with pure smooth sex. It twitched, slapping the underside of Deonte's inferior cock.

"... I haven't met a single guy bigger than me..."

He stammered, looking at it, thicker and longer than his.

"You're... you're gonna... we're..."

"Mhmmmmmm~" She cooed, "All. Fucking. Day."

"That's... that won't... how..."

"What did you think the plug was for, baby?"

"It... it wasn't as big as... that..."

"You're goddamn right it wasn't..." She whispered, "Better than nothing though, right?"

Her hand came down again, leaving his waist, and grabbing his terrified flaccid cock, and gripping it around her confidently erect one.

She began to slowly stroke the both of them off with one hand, his soft dick rubbing against her hot and hard cock.

He couldn't help but groan as the terrifying heat of her dick matched divinely with the softness of her palm. His dick suddenly trapped in a prison of sex flesh.

His dick already hardening, and still not getting any longer than hers.

Her lips were pressed right behind his ear, grunting, cooing, and slithering words into his grey matter while she slowly jacked them both off sensually.

"We're gonna play an honesty game now Deonte... get this 'conversation' going..."

"O-okay..." He whimpered, his dick wrapped in heaven.

Deonte was unable to look away from the superior cock sliding against his. His hips began to move on their own, bucking up and down slowly with the rhythm of her hand.

"I'm gonna ask some questions... and then you're going to answer me honestly... and if you lie... I'm gonna stick this little clit of yours in a cage and make it so you never cum again... understand?"

"Y-yes!" He breathed out, tears of stimulation in his eyes.

"Good... first question..."

Her hand still pumping their shafts together, pearls of precum beginning to leak down both of their cocks, lubing them with a moist sheen. His dick at full mast, the head of their cocks now at the same height.

"Did you want me stay with you a little longer the other night, Deonte?"

"Yes."

"Did you want me to take you home with me?"

"Y-yes."

"Do you like me, Deonte?"

"Yes." He panted.

"How much."

"A-a l-lot..."

"So why have you been avoiding me, Deonte?"

"I... I don't know..."

"Yes you do. Be honest."

"I... I uhm..."

"Do you not like this?"

She tightened her grip, squeezing their dicks together.

"Ouh... I... I do..."

"Then answer the question, answer it and I'll give you heaven babe..."

"I... I didn't... I thought you wouldn't like me back... s-so I didn't want to c-come off desperate or anything... and-and I uhm... I wanted to do more... but I was too scared to ask..."

"Mm? Too scared? To ask for what exactly..."

"Th-this..."

"Just this?"

"No."

"What else."

"S-stuff..."

"Stuff?" She chuckled, "Stuff where you would be bottoming for me?"

"..."

"Come on baby..." She grunted, jacking them off a little faster now.

"Y-yes!"

"Why would you be scared to ask... is there something wrong about that?"

"N... no, I don't know..."

"You don't know if a big strong man like you should be squealing on the cock of a girl like me? Is that it? Makes you a little embarrassed?"

"Y... yes..." He whimpered.

"Oh baby... that's part of the fun though... watching a hot little stud like you bottom for me... turn himself into a mess just for me... I can't ask for anything better... you sure seem to like that idea too, don't you?"

"I... I don't know..."

"You don't know?"

Her hand suddenly left their cocks, Deonte couldn't help but let out a whimper in disappointment.

Her lips went right into his ear this time.

"Let's find out." She growled.

Deonte was tossed to the side of the couch.

She stood up over him.

Her hands went behind her back as she unclipped her bra, letting her mouth watering breasts hang out. The nipples small and dark at the ends. Perfectly round and heavy, enough to make anyone look twice.

Her legs stepped over her panties as they dropped to the floor, letting her cock throb in the air perfectly perpendicular to her.

She looked down at him, a sly but hungry look in her face.

"Up. On my bed. All fours."

He said nothing, standing up on orders and briskly walking into her bedroom.

He got onto her wide queen bed, a pillowy and cushy comforter with a black floral pattern on it. Plenty of nice looking throw pillows lining the head of the bed.

He got on the center, butt naked, ass in the air, wondering what the hell he was doing.

He heard the door close behind him. A terrifying silence in the air.

He could only feel the weight shift in the bed as she got on with him, on her knees, coming up behind him.

A hand softly began to rub his right ass cheek, testing the weight, moving it, prodding it, kneading it. Awkwardly quiet as she inspected him.

"Aren't you curious?"

"A... about what?"

"If I like you back?"

"Uhm... I-I didn't really... I was scared to ask..."

"Are you scared to ask now?"

Her hand began to move to the buttplug, her index finger pushing on it lightly as she teased him. The object inside him slightly stirring, making him grunt.

"Uhm... I guess not..."

"So why aren't you asking me." She said bluntly.

"D... do you?"

"Hm? Do I what?" She teased, prodding his plug a little harder.

"Do you like me... too?"

"I'm about to make it very obvious for you baby... next time if you like someone though... you should tell them... if it was anybody else they'd probably love that confidence... lucky for you... I prefer you like this..."

"L-like wha-aAUH!"

He yelped as her fingers hooked around the buttplug and popped it right out of his asshole! She flung it behind her and let it hit the ground. A small spray of lube shot onto her covers.

She moved her thumbs, spreading his asshole out as she breathed and gasped, looking at it with hunger. Seeing how clean he made himself for her.

"Shy. Humble. Cute. Obedient. Respectful of my boundaries... and best of all... as I found out the other night..."

She took her hands away, leaned back up, then slid her hips forward. He squeaked as she smacked her cock right between his cheeks, sandwiching her dick in crack.

"... A real slut in bed..."

She began to slide her cock back and forth, the tip of her cock poking out at the top and spurting a hot drop of precum on his lower back, making him bristle.

He whimpered as he suddenly felt a cold slimy liquid hit his crack and both cheeks. She was dumping an insane amount of lube behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a mega bottle of it drizzling down.

She viciously coated her dick in it, slathering it loudly with wet schlicking noises, each one a bell toll to an inevitable fate.

She generously lathered his asshole, and poked it inside him with a slender finger, making him mewl softly as he tightened up. She loved how his ass would wrap around her index finger, pulling and sucking on it, hypnotizing her with lust. Any remaining lube she slathered on either of his ass cheeks and got them nice and shiny for her.

She let loose a loud CLAP on one of his cheeks, smacking oily lube everywhere as he gasped in pain.

She let out a sinister giggle as she began to prod her head against his hole.

He swallowed.

"Don't be nervous baby... just relax..."

Her dick began to line up with his somewhat open asshole, the tip and shaft far thicker than the starter plug was...

"... And take my cock..."

Then she pushed.

Deonte's eyes went wide as he felt the tip suddenly begin to push inside of him!

"Ouuughh... fuuuuck baby, you're so fucking tight!" She lit up.

"MMNGH! MMMMMMMMMMMGHHH!" He bit down on the covers.

The cock was thick as hell, sliding into his guts with his barely loosened asshole. It was too much to bear for him. He groaned painfully into the sheets as tears rolled down his eyes.

"Yeahhh... fuck yes baby... let me in... let me in baby..."

"MMMGH! MMMGHH!"

"Uh huh! Uh huh! Yes baby! Yes! LOUDER! LET ME HEAR IT!"

She grinned with sadism and began to push her hips forward more. Her rigid hardness so diamond-like that it was pushing past the resistance of his asshole and spearing further and further in. It was like a hot cylinder of burning throbbing metal was impaling him! She lifted him up by the hair, removing his teeth from the covers and making sure she heard every squeal and whine from his mouth.

"NNGHHH! ANGHHHH! AUUGHHH!" He cried out.

"Tell me to stop at any time slut! I KNOW YOU LOVE IT! LET ME HEAR YOU! STRUGGLE FOR MY COCK, LOVER!"

More and more and more feeding into him. Looking down she could see the amazing ass cheeks wrapped around her thick pole. Inch by inch disappearing into Deonte.

"Big isn't it, baby?!"

"MNGHH! GUUUUUGHHH!"

"Answer me bitch!"

"Y-YES! IT'S BIG!"

She snapped her hips forward, pistol-shooting another inch inside abruptly making his voice raise five octaves.

"Yeah?! How big?! Tell me!"

"GUH! UUGHH! FUCK! B-BIG!"

"I know it's big! I asked you HOW big!"

"REALLY BIG- UGH! GOD! OH FUCKING GOD!"

She shot another inch inside, almost to the base now, her balls pulsing as the hot walls of his ass wrapped and squeezed her incredible dick.

"Hard to take?! Huh baby?!"

"YE-YES! UGH!"

"Want me to stop?!"

"MNGH!"

Slowly sliding it in now, stretching him to his limit. Why wasn't he telling her to stop?

"ANSWER ME! WE CAN STOP RIGHT NOW!"

"N... NO!"

"Louder!"

"NO!"

"Want more?!"

"YES!" He grit his teeth, tears rushing out of him.

"Fuck yes baby! I'll give it to you! TAKE IT ALL!"

She dug her nails into his hips and SLAMMED her full weight in, he yelped as he flopped face first back into the sheets.

Her head knocked back as her dick connected inside like a fit jigsaw piece.

"UNGH yeah! Fuck it's so tight Deonte!"

"MNGH! MNGH! NHHGH!"

He whined into the pillow as she gyrated her hips in slow small circles.

He could feel every pulsing inch inside, her heartbeat, and the twitch of her rubbery head as she buried herself inside. Her smooth balls resting against his ass and throbbing against his skin.

He was in another world, of burning pain, but total and complete submission. A feeling that made him complete in an indescribable sense. Like a nirvana reached through pain and suffering.

Her nails went to his shoulders, massaging him a moment, then dragging them down his back harshly as she grit her teeth, smiling like a maniac. Her eyes wide with hunger.

"I'm gonna fuck you now Deonte... I'm gonna mold this ass around my cock and use you like a fucking fleshlight... 'kay?"

"MGH!" He grunted in response. Drooling on the pillow.

"That's what I thought. I'm gonna start moving. So sit there and take it like a good boy." She demanded above him.

She slid her hips back and forth slowly at first, loosening his ass up as best as possible. Taking a small inch out and prodding it back in slowly, massaging his insides invasively. A foreign feeling shooting up his spine with every thrust back inside. Her cock sliding in and out slowly, nesting itself inside him.

She would intentionally throb her cock as hard as she could, reminding him how deep inside she was. His asshole bright red and stretched around her thickness.

"Come on... struggle for my nut bitch... such a good little hole..." She breathed, knocking her hips against him softly.

His dick was now painfully erect, dangling in masochistic pleasure, twitching with precum as his prostate was crushed.

His rigid tightness finally began to subside as he whimpered through the pain. His ass finally began to loosen up.

Sensing this, she began to pick up the pace. Her hands searing into his hips as she began to thud back and forth in small bursts, enough to send ripples of new pleasure up his back. Prostate pleasure now truly coming to his brain, as her cock brought forth intangible ecstasy.

His eyes were rolling in his skull as her petite frame dominated him from behind. His mouth silently screamed into the pillow as she slammed him into submission. A monstrously hot woman, effortlessly obliterating him.

Then the plowing came. Not a care towards his wellbeing, just getting off on him moaning and begging for more. Her lust and hunger growing.

PLAP!- PLAP!- PLAP!- PLAP!- PLAP!- PLAP!-

"UNGH! YEAH! FUCK YEAH BABY! TAKE THAT FUCKING COCK!"

"OUGH! OUGH! OUGH! OUGH!" He bellowed out pathetically.

Slamming her hips in powerful thrusts, rippling his ass cheeks as she fucked him doggystyle.

Deonte's head tossed back and forth as he finally raised his head off the pillow, drooling with an open mouth gasp.

How could someone so traditionally feminine be so good at dominating men like this... even if he was just being used.

She collapsed onto his back like a falling blanket, angelically, wrapping her arms around him and slowing down.

A hand came up and crushed his cheeks between her thumb and her fingers, squeezing him messily as she slid her head beside him.

"Good baby?"

"UNGH!" He yelped as she still harshly sawed her hips, stabbing him on the prostate.

"It's fucking intense isn't... so fucking good for you I bet..."

Her glutes crushing together as her ass powerfully flexed, churning his ass into a loose pussy for her enjoyment.

She gave a wet kiss on his cheek as she whispered into his ear.

"Still worried you're messing this up? Hm? This is what you get for trying to run from me... hear me... NOBODY runs from me... I don't care if you were scared, you should have come back to me on your fucking knees begging me... understand?!"

"UNH! Y-YESH!"

"Yeah?!"

"YEEES!"

"Uh huh! Show me baby! Show me how much you love me!"

She peeled herself off then resumed slamming into him, even harder than before, faster this time too.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"COME ON BITCH! LOUDER!"

"UUNNGHH! AUUGHHH! UUGHHAHHHGHHH! UUAHHGHH!" He screamed against the loud clap of his ass cheeks.

She grabbed him by the arms and tugged on them like reigns while she delivered her message loud and clear.

Fucking him just like this for another five minutes. Making him scream for it while she plowed him mercilessly.

"SAY MY NAME NOW! SCREAM IT!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"TERRA! TEEERRAAUGHH! TERAAA!" He sobbed.

"GOOD BOY!"

She let go of his arms and pushed him down on the bed. Furiously she yanked her cock out, jacking herself off harshly and slowly.

"On your back. Look at me while I fuck you."

Deonte groaned, already spent, already sore, already weak. He grunted as he meekly pushed himself up and then onto his back, limbs sprawled.

She yanked her legs into place, then painfully spread them apart.

"Legs straight, keep that pussy tight."

Deonte could only gasp as she pulled him toward her waist, and held his ankles apart at an obtuse angle.

With barely any lead up she angled her hips and slid herself in. Deonte shrieked as it pushed its way up into his guts, feeling like it was about to burst out of his stomach.

Impaled on her cock as she instantly began to plow him at the same pace.

He saw it all this time. Her perfect body, her arms flexing, her tits throwing in circles as she clapped her hips against his rippling ass in short abrupt bursts.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"UGH! OUGHH! OOGUH! UUGH! UOUGH!"

Her look was terrifying, her eyes looking down at him with control and domination behind them. Barely a twitch on her face, fucking him with absolute determination. Her nose flaring as she heaved breath, grunting as she fucked his body back and forth with such power and force, it was enough to make the world shake around him with every clap.

Deonte's eyes were all over the place, mainly looking down to see her cock exit and disappear between his legs, hammering him back and forth. Like a battering ram getting ready to knock down his castle, rearing back with every thrust.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"Look at me." She grunted.

Deonte did his best to look into her eyes, matching her gaze, her glare catching him in a snare he couldn't escape from. He was entirely at her mercy, entirely at her pleasure. Her frame looming over him between his straightened legs. Her slender hands crushing his ankles.

"Eyes on me baby. Don't look away."

"AUHG! AUH! AUH!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Deonte sobbed loudly as she began to monologue at him while plowing away between his legs, inserting her throbbing dick in and out of him at a steady violent pace.

"I'm gonna make you my bitch Deonte." She said matter-a-factly, "I'm gonna knock you up and turn you into my personal bitch... like that? Huh?"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"Gonna make you take me on lovey-dovey little dates, hold hands, and smooch over the table, just to drag you back here and plow you until you can't fucking walk..."

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"Everyone's gonna know we're together, they're gonna be so fucking jealous, thinking it's you pounding me every night..."

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"But I'm gonna make sure this whole fucking building- no- this whole fucking TOWN knows who the real bitch is! Uh huh! You ready for that baby?! Ready for everyone to know who Tera's knew whore is?!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her eyes fixed onto his the entire time she spoke, making it clear this wasn't just nonsense, or dirty talk, this was a fact. This was truth. There was no escaping the fate she had in store for him.

Every word began to make his insides buzz, the images filling his mind of being leashed to this woman. His dick began to harden, and a pit built in his guts.

"Gets you hard just thinking about it baby? Huh?... You were born for this..."

"AUUGHH! AUUGHH! ST-STOP! STOP! HOLY FUCK! SOMETHING'S H-H-HAPPENINGGGNNGN!"

"Oh? You're gonna cum?"

"I DO- I DON' KNOOUGH! UUGHH! UUGHH! SLOW D-DOWN! PLEASE!"

"Slow down? After all the hard work you just did for me? No baby, you deserve this..."

She shunted her cock inside once more, slamming him, and then adjusting her stance.

"Wai... wait... I... UGH! UGOUGH! OUGH! OUGH! OUGH! OUGH! OGH!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her hips thundered like a jackhammer, and at the same time her hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him viciously.

Her hand moving at lightning speed, but hitting all of his sensitive areas like a pro.

He began to shriek, she smiled, watching him get overstimulated, watching him squirm on her dick while she destroyed him.

"Cum baby. Do it. Do it for me. Come on. Cum while I fuck you..."

"AUUGH! AUUUGHH! OH GOD! GOD! FUCKING! AUGH!"

"Yeah? Gonna cum while I fuck a load out of you? Hm?"

Deonte thought he was really about to die, his entire body was spazzing, and his brain was going into a state of alarm. His anxiety was at its peak, like the top of the best panic attack he'd ever had. His legs were shaking with pleasure, and his asshole contorting around her cock, while she stimulated him to the worst degree.

"FUCK! FUCK!" He sobbed.

She still was loudly squelching her hand up and down his dick, spitting on it for lube, aiming it to the ceiling.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her evil look was so focused on him, despite her sweating profusely, she was barely letting a breath out. Her hair tossing back and forth with the loud destruction of his asshole. Like a machine gun firing off on his ass.

Then it was too late.

The pit in his gut exploded. His balls seized together as his entire body exploded in electricity.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! HGAAAAAAUUGHGHGH!"

"CUM FOR ME DO IT- YEAH! YYYYESSSS! YES BABY! YES! LOOK AT THAT!"

His dick began to geyser hot cum all over himself while she pushed the orgasm out of him with her dick. Every hit to his prostate shot more cum from his tip. He felt like he was pissing as he lost control of his body. His hands in his hair as he sobbed and cried, coated head to toe in his own massive load. It was mind blowing.

Her hand wrung it out. More and more coming out of him until his balls were completely drained.

She wasn't stopping though...

His body was twitching and spasming as she continued to fuck him. Removing her hand at least as the pit in his stomach began to build all over again.

She shot forward, slamming her chest against his, not caring about the mess across his own chest. His legs folded back now, fucking him passionately in a tight mating press. Her cock pistoning down at a slightly slower pace.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

She ran her hands up the side of his head, then dug her nails into his hair, holding it tight while she made him look into her eyes. Her breathing was heavier now, an evil toothy smile across her face while she gritted and grunted dominantly, and almost bestially. Her shoulders tensing and flexing as she painfully yanked on his roots.

"AUH!" He moaned out, his cock sandwiched against her stomach.

The two of them grinding his cum against the other while she slid back and forth across his body.

"This answer your question?... Huh baby? Still think you're messing it up??"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"AUH! AUGH! AUGH! UAH! AUGH!"

"I'm gonna keep you all to myself! Hear me?! If ANY other bitch looks your fucking way I'll strip you down in front of them and fuck you just like this! Nobody is coming near my fucking man! Hear me?! You're mine!"

"AUGH! AUHGN!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"I'm gonna keep you REAL fucking close to me at ALL fucking times! Gonna teach you all about how to make a woman feel good! All day! Every fucking day!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Want that baby? Huh? Answer me and I'll give you such a nice load... I'll fill you up so fucking good... come on baby..."

"AUGH! Y-Y-YE-E-E-E-E-SS-U-U-U-UU-U-U-UGH!"

Her face beamed with insanity as she shunted her hips harder into him, but just as fast.

She was getting close.

"Uh huh. Uh huh! Wanna be my bitch?! Huh?! Take cock like this every day?!"

"Y-E-E-E-ESS! AUUGHH! UUUGHHH!" His eyes rolled in his skull.

"Yeah?! Oh fuck! You're so fucking cute! OH GOD! I'M GONNA FUCKING DEVOUR YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! FUCKING TAKE THAT COCK DEONTE! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!..."

"AUH! AUH! AUH! AUH! AUH!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

She furiously locked eyes with him, the two building in the heat of pleasure. He didn't care anymore, dropping all guards and worries, just existing in her dominant embrace. Fuck what society tells him, fuck whatever a man is supposed to be, fuck anybody that judges him. This is heaven, this is pleasure. The irony, in that at his most 'pathetic' state of being, is somehow him at his most confident, at his most brave, and his most himself. Submitting to the goddess plowing him had given him such satisfaction... so fuck it...

He was hers. He was going to do whatever she asked. He'd give her the entire world for this feeling to continue...

Upon that realization, the look of true bliss and submission curled across his face in an adorable smile that made Tera's cock throb even harder.

She growled while she gnashed her teeth and shot her head down.

The two locked into a new make out session. The two trading passionate lip smacks as he submitted to her, and let her have her way. Her tongue tasted like heaven, the texture of it was enough to make him cum right there had he not just orgasmed minutes ago. Her lips were incredible, massaging his own, even in this desperate grunting animalistic pleasure fest. Fireworks going off in his head as their tongues collided...

She held his head down while she clicked her lips harshly onto his while destroying his ass.

"MMH! MMMH! Fuck. MMH! MGH! MMH! Fuck baby..." She grunted desperately.

His screams cut off by repeated lip smotherings while the two exchanged with each other. Her a