Futa Football
"What's this?" My teammates all question incredulously at what they just heard from our head coach.
"I will repeat. There will be a girl participating in walk-on tryouts tomorrow."
"It's a girl? What the hell is this? This is a mess!" One of the linebackers shouts back at the coach.
"She... guys, I scouted this girl in Japan..."
"JAPAN?!" A small group of players voices displeasure.
"She's not even one of those big girls from Nebraska!" One of the O linemen says.
"She's something special. Something I, no, the world has never seen before," The Coach says.
"Bullshit, Coach." Gregory, the starting right tackle, snarls back at the Head Coach.
"Men, to be honest with you. We need new equipment and funding. As a Division Three program, it is difficult to stay afloat year after year. The administrators are considering shutting us down. After COVID, the school is in a dire financial situation. Since the Football program spends the most money at a low division, they think they need to cut us. We need something special to get funding and the alumni to donate. I believe she is the solution." That's Coach Darnell Williamson, a 54-year-old seasoned veteran of the football coaching world. Cartman University is his first head coaching opportunity. I owe him a lot for allowing me on the team as a walk-on wide receiver and achieving my dream of playing college ball, even if it is division three.
"We're a joke now. Laughing stock. After this year, I'm done." R.J. Duncanson, the number one receiver of the team. He could easily be a mid-major D1 receiver but was kicked off of other D-1 teams during his freshman and sophomore years. Oh, and he committed a felony while at Florida State University during his sophomore year. He's reformed but still slightly mad that he's not a D1. Also, he's a big slacker who relies on his natural abilities. We appreciate him though.
"This is final. I hope you all welcome her with open arms tomorrow during tryouts. Good night everyone." The head coach and the rest of the staff walk out of the lecture hall before any of the other players can raise any questions. The next few minutes are filled with sarcastic laughter and a lot of talk about transferring or quitting the team.
"Do you think this is for real, Quinn? A girl, playing college football? At an actual position? Unbelievable" My friend, Clark, asks me quietly as we sit in the back of the lecture hall watching the rest of the men leave in disgust.
"I guess so. Can't do anything about that now. I'll see you tomorrow at practice. Gotta get home."
"Alright, man. This is crazy, dude. My dad's going to freak out when I tell him I'm about to play football with a girl."
"Ha, like you see the field anyway," I say as Clark snarls back at me as I give him a high-five and leave for my dorm room.
Cartman University. One of the few schools in Colorado that basically admits everyone into the school. Despite a myth going around that the school automatically declines students with the name "Kyle." Apparently, our founder, Eric Cartman, built this school with his own money after he became a billionaire after converting to Judaism. He's been heard saying during the opening of the school, "This school is built on the tears of my friend Kyle so others may thrive." Not many people care about that though.
As for me, I just get to my dorm, lay my backpack on the floor, and head off to sleep. I'm probably the one percent of people here who don't "live it up." The college experience is not really for me. I've always lived by the mantra, "study, football, sleep, repeat." So now is sleepy time.
knock, knock, knock
Oh God, it's probably one of the students wanting to hang out with one of the football players for the night. "Come drink with us. Party. You're awesome." Blah blah. Partying with a football player is like a badge of honor. It's overrated to me.
I open the door, my eyes are blurry from my tiredness. But all I can make out is a tall, athletic figure about the same height as me, around 6' 1".
"How can I help you?" I ask groggily to the blurred figure.
"Oh I'm sorry to disturb you..." I hear a faint, possibly Japanese accent, respond to me, "I was just wondering where the laundry is?"
I blink and casually dispel the dust from my eyes. I mumble, "It's in... the," I take a little yawn and rub my eyes, then conclude, "hall to the..." my peepers finally sharpen as my hand slips from my eye. The figure facing me starts to appear. My face and upper body jerk in surprise and near fright. "...over." the last word drifts as I take in what I can clearly observe now. It's like witnessing an Asian Amazon Horror Goddess. Only dressed in a tight black Nike sports bra and pink Nike swim shorts that emphasize her physique even more. The muscles in her arms seem to have muscles. I don't know if her thighs or her breasts are spinning my head faster. Her long black hair descends right to the hint of her underboob erupting from her sports bra. However, it's her eyes. Her eyes are enormous and her pupils are pitch black. She appears like a bodybuilder or even a foe...
"Good morning... er... thank you." She somewhat bows her head and rushes away with her laundry.
What the hell did I just witness? A stunning being. A frightening adversary. I might have to visit the student gym to meet her. I return to my bed, mystified. Regrettably, I must acknowledge, my thoughts have been consumed by her.
And even more humiliating, I'm currently at the student gym, at 8:30 in the morning, in hopes she's one of those morning workout enthusiasts. I swear I'm not obsessed. I pace around the gym, feeling self-conscious, my eyes like a hawk trying to spot the beauty I observed last night. Everyone is staring at me like a strange peeping tom. Honestly...
"Hey, man! Fancy seeing you here. What's up?" Gregory, the right tackle surprises me as he rises from the bench press.
"Probably stalking some girl, huh?" His partner, Jess says as she glides up to his side afterwards, helping him reset for his bench pressing. I hate the fact that she was right.
I just stood there and sighed. I'm always so envious when I see the content couple together. Their story is somewhat peculiar, more or less amusing. Everyone on the team knew that Gregory was bi. He never kept it a secret. He always spoke about how he enjoyed sucking on a cock over a clit. "I always need a cock to suck before a game. It is my pregame ritual." He would occasionally remind us. So after the multitude of hookups, he found a partner. Jess, the 5' 11" athletic lady also happens to be a transgender female. Her pale skin and silky blonde hair drew the attention of every unknowing man. But the tissue she was harboring scared many men. Until she encountered Greg, who explained, "I devour her cock every chance I get."
And Greg, always taking full advantage of his relationship, took to Instagram, even writing the post in front of the team and penning about how "difficult" it was for him to come out as bi. And how he hopes everyone accepts him for who he is and that "love is love" or some crap like that. This national support led him to acquire a total of two million dollars in NIL money. He is not only the richest player below the D1 level but also gets a higher wage than any of the coaches below D1. As one publication dubbed him, "A real national football hero."
"We're done here, I'm gonna go suck on my girl's cock before practice. You wanna come along?" "The genuine national hero," asks with all the sarcasm in the world.
I should be taken aback by the offer, but he always does this. They are a very promiscuous couple. "No, thanks. I think I'll just do a brisk workout here instead."
"Oh, a self-guided cardio session while hunting for your crush? Fair enough. Enjoy your workout." Gregory strides away, carrying his girl in his arms as they make out for everyone to see. I just roll my eyes as they depart.
I play around the surprisingly busy weight section at 8:45 in the morning. I approach the squat rack area and there's a small group of guys whispering silently.
"Dude, she's amazing." One of them whispers loudly enough for the gang of lads to hear.
"I've never seen a girl squat so much." They whisper among themselves.
There she appeared, the same woman in front of me from last night. With every day that passes, her muscles appear more toned. She gazes into the mirror, determined to squat what looks like 320 pounds. In my semi-conscious state, I hadn't acknowledged her ethnicity until now. Now that her eyes are wide open, I understand that she's Japanese, but also had a parent who appears to be white. She's more stunning than any girl in "South Park." She's mesmerizing. As she makes her way to perform her squat, the boys around me squirm and make unpleasant noises. Her buttocks press together in her tight black compression shorts. As her large breasts bulge out in her white workout top, her attention diverts to the task at hand. After completing her squat, we all stare in awe as her sweat droplets fly off her body while her long, dark hair swings from the force of her lift.
She places the bar back on the rack. She turns toward us with a ferocious stare. The crowd and I tremble in fear. Her eyes are so unnerving. She heads towards the locker room. Our mouths are agape in amazement as we witness her new, toned buttocks dance before our eyes.
Following a training nap, I head to the football locker room to prepare for practice. The room buzzes with talk about her potential arrival, her abilities, and her mixed ancestry.
While preparing for practice, I feel a pat on my shoulder. It's R.J., getting ready beside me, who says, "So I heard she's a cornerback. Man, she's going to be guarding your back on the field."
"Is she going to attend? Aren't we all excited to join forces?" I laugh sarcastically. In my mind, there's no way a small girl can compete against me. Impossible.
As we traverse the football field to begin practice, I notice the tryout participants warming up. The tryouts are already out there, which makes my anticipation rise even more. My attention remains on the receivers. It's surreal being in their shoes one minute and then critiquing their performance the next.
Coach Williamson blows his whistle and yells, "Form a circle!"
"I can't wait to humiliate some women today," R.J. chuckles while huddled with me.
"Which newcomer is she? I've always dreamed of bedding one," A third-string linebacker mentions.
"Calm down, it's time for the tryouts," Coach says, getting the team back in line.
"What's the deal with that girl from the cornerback position? Listen to her name," Coach Williamson directs our attention towards a player in a headgear.
"Toby McCoy, running back," The Delta slouches while pulling off his helmet, avoiding eye contact throughout the process. His doubts about wanting to be a Delta are apparent, I imagine. But one thing's sure: the Delta fraternity will not let him avoid danger.
We listen to each player name themselves and the position they're auditioning for. When the last walk-on steps forward, they remove their safety equipment. I recognize that dark hair and intensely frightening gaze.
"Ahri Yuhara," She speaks in a monotonous voice. Ahri appears cold and aggressive just by glancing at her.
"Word: she's fucking terrifying," One of the guys screeches.
"No, she's hot," The crowd is divided, and even I share that stance, a mix of bewilderment and fascination. Is she a beauty or a Terminator-like figure?
"Dude, she has even bigger muscles than our entire linebacker squad," The kicker comments sarcastically.
"Coach, half of the walk-ons are not Japanese, only Yuhara is Japanese," One of the players points out.
"Stop it, she's half Japanese and half white, her father fought for the Americans, and her mother is Japanese. Her first name is Ahri," Coach Williamson explains.
"Is time backward in Japan?" R.J. asks with disdain.
I keep my eyes on Ahri. Under the facade of determination, there's a hint of sorrow.
"You know what, R.J., you'll be training with the walk-ons today," Coach Williamson instructs.
"Shut up," R.J. retorts, his shoulders drooping.
Ahri's gaze zeroes in on R.J., exuding malevolence. Her freckles were endearing, and her muscles were intimidating.
"Enough. We're off. Everyone with the strength coach. Stretching and warm-ups," the coach commands.
We all take our places and start our usual warm-up routine. The coach's whistle pierces the air louder than usual. He's clearly more fired up about working with the walk-ons.
Most of the walk-ons will likely get the ax. They're probably thinking this is child's play, since it's only Division 3. They'll go back to yelling at the big-name teams they see on TV.
We spread out eight fighters across the 10-yard markers, Ahri positioned toward the back at the 20-yard line. The coach yells for us to widen our feet past shoulder width and bend down. A walk-on yells, "Fuck!" I look back and the guy almost collapses, his face inches from Ahri's asset. All those squats she does, combined with her football pants, nearly cause another walk-on to pass out.
"Get him out of here. No fooling around," Coach Williamson barks. Two assistants haul the man out of practice.
Coach Williamson claps his hands, "Defense and Offense with your respective coaches. Walk-ons with me for the agility test."
The usual drills were performed, nothing special. We had to hide our good stuff from the walk-ons if they got resentful upon being cut.
Everyone's attention shifts to the walk-on challenge. Ahri's performance was astounding. She had the quickest shuttle run and a 40-yard time. She also surpassed R.J. in the ball control, ball carrying, and catching test.
"I'm just playing around, guys. She's not that good," R.J. said, trying to play down his second-place finishes. Even Toby impressed. His agility and footwork finished second only to Ahri.
"Fine, come on, girl. I'll beat you in a 40. Easy peasy," R.J. said, lining up on the end zone line.
Ahri retyes her ponytail and steps onto the line.
"You may smell nice, but you're not beating me. No way a girl with DD cups can beat me," R.J. says, glancing at Ahri's chest and addressing the others.
The strength coach yells, "Go!" Ahri beats R.J. by a step at the first step. Her sports bra struggled to contain what it was meant to. R.J.'s natural athleticism helped keep him in the race, yet Ahri still wins by one step when they reach the 40.
"You're damn right," Ahri boasts, pointing at R.J. Her sweet voice stuns us all. "I'm faster and stronger," she taunts R.J., showing off her flexed right bicep.
"Sorry, kid. She's our new tool," Coach Williamson informs the disheartened R.J.
The receiver's focus is heavily on the race. "Wow, Quinn. She's a superstar," Clark says, finishing his exercise.
"I've got to introduce her to Jess. Imagine those two together. Queen and Amazon. Fuck, I'm horny," Greg comments. "Coach, when can I maul one of these fakes? I'm bursting with energy." Gregory shouts at the coaches.
"Alright, let's do some one-on-one drills. Linemen on the south side. Quarterbacks, receivers, and D-backs on the north. Everyone else with the coaches on the side."
Clark was fortunate enough to face Ahri first. He tried his best maneuver, but Ahri matched him stride for stride and even dragged him out of bounds. She slaps him on the butt when they're done, causing his eyes to light up.
"Quinn, did you see that?" Clark says to the group.
"Yeah, she creamed you," I comment briefly.
"No, well yeah, but she slapped my ass. She slapped it harder than my dad," Clark claims, rubbing his rear.
"Seems like she's getting comfortable out there," I say.
Most of the walk-ons head home after their first one-on-one drill. The only two left are Ahri and Toby. Toby feels scared yet is nimble as a bee. He's small but eases through his movements. He does get tackled several times but gets up each time. His frat brothers ceased ragging on him by the shoulder-high fence surrounding the field, sensing that Toby had earned the respect of the coaches.
It was time for R.J. to seek revenge against Ahri. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she prepared to play. The starting quarterback, Kyler, cried out "Hike!" and R.J. managed to gain a step on Ahri, blocking her path. But Ahri quickly recovered and thwarted R.J.'s attempt. Kyler threw the ball ahead so that R.J. could catch it in stride. Ahri lunged forward with her hand, knocking the ball away.
R.J. slowed down, looking dejected. Ahri approached him, delivering a shoulder check as she returned to her position. She had a grin that left everyone stunned. It was the kind of grin that could've made her look like a horror ghost, but under normal circumstances, it caused her to seem like a K-pop idol. We all knew we had a real problem now.
"That throw was terrible, Kyler," R.J. exclaimed, throwing his arms in frustration.
"No, it was perfect. You just needed more distance from me," Kyler replied as he executed a flawless pass during the next pairing.
I was the next player to face Ahri. I could see the terror in her eyes as she gazed at me through her helmet. Kyler signaled the ball, but my attempt at a 'go' route was reckless. Ahri was right on top of me, and I couldn't get any separation from her. She outmaneuvered me during the hand fighting, preventing me from making the catch. She was a true Deion Sanders. I managed to grab the ball, but my footing was off balance. Ahri tackled me, her body landing on mine. I learned two things at that moment. She was better than me and stronger than me.
I tried to push myself up but she simply lay on top of me, not budging. Her eyes never left mine. It took a few moments for me to feel her soft breasts against me. It felt like a warm, heavy blanket on my shoulder pads.
I panted out, "I'm Quinn. I guess you're my new teammate." She didn't say anything, just kept her gaze. "Are you okay?" I inquired.
That seemed to break her trance, and she got up. She offered her hand to help me stand. I took it, startled by how easily she lifted me.
Ahri called out to Coach, her voice soothing, "Coach, I need medical attention!"
Coach Williamson responded, "Of course, Yuhara. Take your time."
The energy of practice decreased significantly as others exited, leaving the tryouts transformed into a standard practice. The unexpected surprise was not Ahri, but Toby. The incredibly agile player had been averaging five yards in our 7 on 7 drill.
"Dude, have you played football before?" I asked him on the side of the field during a drill.
"No, I only played field hockey at home. I was never into sports. I just came here to party with girls. Now, I'm putting my life at risk playing football just to stay in this damn frat."
Fair enough. But I believe he'll have a football future.
We did some light contact scrimmaging to finish the practice. Ahri returned from the locker room, subbing in for one of the safeties who had made a mistake.
I was playing the slot. I faked a flat route and ran a slant. I managed to get past my defender, leaving a large gap in the middle. Kyler threw the ball a little too high for me. I used all my strength to reach for it. Just as my hand touched the ball, I felt the most powerful hit of my life. My eyes were closed, and my body slammed to the ground. The team was more concerned with congratulating Ahri for her intense hit than tending to my condition.
"Are you alright?" Clark inquired as he crouched down beside me.
"I'll be fine. Did I get hit by a train?" I asked, dazed.
"No, you were hit by a woman, my friend," Clark said, joining the team's celebration of Ahri's hit.
The coach blew his whistle, signaling the end of the practice. The team shuffled back into the locker room, leaving me alone to feel miserable.
"Come on, Quinn," Ahri removed her glove, offering me her bare hand to assist me up for the second time that day.
I grasped her bare hand with my bare hand, and a jolt of electricity shot through me, focusing on my cock. I stood up and we remained facing each other for a moment.
She murmured, "Interesting," and entered the locker room with the rest of the team. Interesting indeed. It's one thing to be knocked down. It's quite another to feel aroused after being knocked down by her. My safe space for football was no longer so safe.
Everyone applauds as the coach announces the two walk-ons for this year - Toby McCoy and Ahri Yuhara. The team gathers around them to celebrate.
I also congratulate them both.
"Let's celebrate! You two will be at my party tonight," Gregory states.
"I can't really make it, I have some fraternity duties," Toby replies sheepishly as Gregory looms over him.
"Screw those losers. You're a college football player now. They thought they could get you laid. Wait till you see what we have planned for you," Greg says firmly, holding Toby in place. Toby nods in agreement.
"And what do you have for me?" Ahri questions. The room falls silent, surprised by her response.
"Anything you want, superstar! You'll be leading us to a championship!" Gregory tells her, ruffling her hair.
"No, I'm going to lead this team," R.J. asserts, sitting in his locker.
"Shut up. We have a true superstar now," Gregory counters.
The weightlifting coach brings a cold pack for my injured ribs. I sit on my bed and examine the damage. Yup, I've got some pretty nasty bruises.
"Sorry I hit you so hard, Ahri. You hit pretty hard as well. Just make sure to do that to the other team next time," I reply to her. We bump knuckles, but the same reaction occurs.
"You seem a bit flushed. Are you okay?" Ahri inquires. Oh no, she noticed.
"Perfect. I just need to stop by the trainers to look at my ribs," I respond quickly. I make my way to the trainers.
"It'll take about a week for your ribs to heal," they tell me. Ahri packed one hell of a punch - possibly more force than an NFL player. I couldn't tell if she was human or not.
I manage to make it to my room and start studying, but the exhaustion from practice knocks me out. I hit the open book on my head, falling asleep instantly.
My phone wakes me up with a series of texts from Gregory. The last one catches my attention: "Dude! This girl is drinking everyone dry. You gotta see this!"
Okay, okay. I pop open a soda, drink it quickly, put on my jacket and head towards Gregory's apartment. Luckily, it's not too far from the dorm. With all of our team's NIL money combined, Greg could easily afford a two-bedroom apartment right downtown and still have plenty left over for good food and drinks. Especially with Jess's - our teammate's - increasing social media popularity, these two make quite the power couple at our school.
Gregory's parties are always chaos. The first one I went to last year, after I made the team, left me praying in the bathroom all night after taking tequila shots with everyone on the team. Afterwards, I learned to not give in to peer pressure.
This party seemed to be more intense. I had to step over six passed-out people just to get to the door. As I entered, the loud music hit me. Most people were either on the floor or on the couch, practically unconscious.
"Kobe! Kobe! That's another one!" Ahri's voice rang out, letting us know that she made another shot in their game of beer pong. She was currently slamming back a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Finish your drink, buddy," she instructed the linebacker who reluctantly downed his cup while Ahri took a serious swig herself.
"Man, I would've made it if she didn't flaunt her damn boobs!" R.J. yelled from the couch as the sexy blonde girl who was on top of him pushes him away.
"She's all talk and no action, dude," Ahri sneered as she dropped another ball into a cup, turned to R.J., and grabbed his crotch.
"Bullshit," R.J. backs down, knowing he wouldn't win against her.
"I'll show you. Take off your clothes, Trisha," Ahri commands the cute blonde girl R.J. was clutching. The girl jumps up and prances over to Ahri, wearing a blue denim top tied above her midriff, revealing a little bit of underboob, tight jeans, and knee-high cowboy boots.
"Dude, she's so damn hot. How is she our teammate?" Clark says, standing by my side, holding his drink.
"What I would do to have Jess and Ahri in the same bed," Gregory remarks. [
One of the guys' jaws drops as the woman named Ahri pulls another girl into a kiss. This girl, Trisha, practically melts into Ahri's chest while moaning out her delight. The attention to this fantastic scene causes everyone to pause. Trisha's reaction is so intense that it quiets the whole gathering.
A string of saliva connects the two, marking the conclusion of their passionate kiss.
"Did she just have an orgasm from a kiss?" a person named Clarks wonders aloud.
"I think she did," says someone else matter-of-factly.
"Oh my, she certainly appears to have," Jess confidently states, walking over to join the rest of them. While she approaches, she kisses Greg on the neck, smiling at Ahri's display of dominance.
"Ahri, you're better at this than you're giving yourself credit for," Ahri tells Trish, leaning in to give her more affection.
"Pipsquek?" R.J. questions disruptively.
"You, Ahri. So much better," Trish murmurs, still awestruck.
Ahri curls her tongue and makes a contemptuous expression at R.J. R.J. gestures at Ahri before exiting the scene.
"My goodness, my friend, you are incredible!" Jess hugs Ahri, expressing her admiration.
" Girls must establish their superiority at times, Jess, "Ahri explains tersely, casually flicking her hair.
Jess identifies the annoyance of R.J. as she adds, "He thinks he's something extraordinary. You've dropped him a level."
The gathering has dwindled so that right now, there are only four people left.
"Mmmm, yes," Greg enthusiastically downs his beer. "Best against best." The group heads to beer pong table.
Jess ties Ahri's shirt around her midsection, kicking off the psychological warfare. Seeing Ahri and Jess together is a delicious sight. Jess has been blessed with perky breasts, while Ahri's are the stuff of urban legends.
"We'll allow you guys to go first," Jess invites them with a cheeky grin, and Gregory snickers in response. Ahri shares a seductive look with both Jess and Greg as the game commences.
"Love that look," Gregory playfully hurls a bouncy ball into the air, aiming at the cups aligned before them. His shot clears the path into the cup in the third row.
Jess sticks out her tongue as she drinks her chosen cup. She doesn't gulp it down, however. Girls Ahri and Jess grin at each other, kissing while giving the boys a gleeful grin. Jess then proceeds to make her shot. Greg and Quinn accept this outcome.
"I can handle this, both of you," Clara teases Greg, motioning for Quinn to lead their game of beer pong. As Greg steps up, I can't help but notice again how her magnificent breasts catch my attention. Ahri joins in by grabbing Jess's breasts and jiggling them. My mouth fills with saliva, and I struggle to focus. I seize the ball, mentally debating focusing on the game or her tits.
"Don't make a miss," Ahri blithely attacks. She continues twirling the small ball idly in her hand.
Having removed my shirt, I snap back. "Show me what you got, lady." Quinn flexes his abs, attempting to bait Ahri on.
Ahri laughs and boldly slams the ball into the cup. "Drink up," Ahri orders with a frightening expression. I gulp my beer so she discontinues her light teasing.
"Umm, you two have a unique relationship," Gregory declares while sipping on his beer.
"Oh, so you found out we share more things than one," Ahri confirms, still looking at Jess.
"It's true," Jess responds by wrapping Ahri in a hug.
"Obviously a hot, mysterious fellow," Gregory observes.
"He's not that impressive. Tall, dark-haired, well-toned, but only average in every category," Ahri remarks, staring me down.
"Umm, receiving yards leader in the past year?" I boast, hooking her before she can attempt another shot. Her face appears creased in thought.
" Disappointingly average," Ahri judges as she sinks another shot. "Drink up," she tells me purposefully, grinning evilly.
As we take turns, Gregory and Jess spur each other on for each shot. It's hard to clap back at Ahri because her breasts distract me whenever she bends down before I shoot. We've got to three cups each.
"It's time to bring out the big guns, sweetheart," Jess remarks as she and Ahri disrobe down to their underwear. Instruction: Draw drops again. They both present their enticing asses. Jess's is flawlessly tight and well-proportioned, while Ahri's is ample and supple. Any admirer would want to indulge in them for hours on end.
Despite facing the other way, we can't help but notice Jess's bulging boy parts. But it's Ahri who leaves us speechless.
"Holy hell, Ahri! You're even bigger than Jess," Gregory observes, stunned. "Man, chicks with dicks - nothing beats it!"
I join in, "Yeah, you're..."
Teasingly, they call themselves "goddesses", "queens", and even "succubi" in turn. Ahri's cockhead taunts against her underwear, gaining in size as we watch.
In the blink of an eye, Gregory storms off with Jess, taking her into his bedroom.
"Mmmh, suck me, big boy," Jess calls out, loud enough for us to hear from the other side of the door.
I will my nerves in check and look towards Ahri, who admires me. "I'd love to see you in that position too." Ahri knocks one more shot in, leaving us with just two cups.
Her cockhead is now quite visible through her panties. Ahri's sexual appeal overwhelms me - I'm a puddle of sweat, lost in my desires.
"What's appealing about you? Jess asked playfully as she swung her hips.
I attempt to deflect, "I never imagined you'd be a trans woman like Jess."
"I'm not trans," she clarifies. "So your instincts were right." [Ahri's multiple physical traits don't align with common signs of a female who's gone through transitioning].
My brain whirls. From her voluptuous breasts to her towering organs. It completely amazes me.
"Fuck, can't believe a man of his size...," my voice trails off as I spot a nipple leaking. Nips oozing made me involuntarily hard. And right when I thought things couldn't get hotter, Ahri's phone buzzed loudly.
"No no no," she groans, trying to steady herself on the table.
I charge towards her. "What's the problem? Do I need to find something?"
"Medicine. I gotta get home for my medicine."
I hurry to Greg's room, even though it's loaded with the sounds of sex. Fortunately, he didn't lock the door. But I'm shocked by what I see. Greg's hulking frame is on all fours as Jess straddles him.
"Uh, Greg, I need your keys to drive Ahri home."
"Uh, she probably just drank too much," Jess suggests, continuing to stroke into Greg's large ass.
"Think for a second, where's your keys?"
"On the nightstand," Greg indicates, not breaking his rhythm.
Unable to believe what I'd witnessed, I take the keys and vacate the room, leaving them to their passion. In retrospect, they might've helped had they listened, but apparently, they were too affected by Ahri's supposed inebriation.
I run back and Ahri's bent over, groaning. "Leave me alone, Quinn. You can't be with me right now." [Ahri wants to be away from the reminder of their physical disparity at this moment]. I seize the keys and hand Ahri a water bottle to quench her thirst. She tosses it away and says, "No, just go away."
What's your deal? You're just tipsy. Drink something and you'll feel better in the morning, I say as I drag her massive body through the facility. But I'm experiencing the same sensation I felt on the field. Touching her sends an electric shock through my body. I'm intensely aroused the more my hand is on her skin. I'm struggling to maintain control. I have to get her back. I believe we're each fighting our individual battles. Mine is much less crucial than hers. So I must prevail.
"Come on, here we go. A quick drive and we can put you to bed," I tell her as I strap her in.
"Quinn, you just don't understand," her eyes roll back and her head drops. Christ. I've got to get her home. She may be drunk. I couldn't even tell. She appeared so in control.
I start the car. There's little traffic on the street. I keep glancing over to see how she's doing. She's still unconscious. I reach over and massage her shoulder, "You'll be okay. Just had a little too much. Nearly home." I'm not sure if I'm trying to console her or myself. But a blinding red light forces my focus back to the road. I slam on the brakes and narrowly avoid colliding with a car stopped at a red light. The abrupt halt awakens Ahri. She lets out a soft groan that awakens something inside me, too.
"Quinn, I told you beforehand," Ahri's groans disrupt her speech, followed by her eyes rolling back again. Her hand slips into her panties. She's massaging her balls with a seductive rhythm.
I slap her arm, "Stop being so bizarre. You drank too much. Do that when I get you back. I understand you Asian girls are passionate, but damn."
"I'm not drunk, moron. I'm..." One loud moan as she aggressively strokes her balls. Now I possess a set of balls but rubbing them that way hasn't elicited that type of moan.
"You're in what?"
"I'm on heat," she pants
The light changes green and I swerve to overtake the vehicle in front. Ahri is vigorously massaging her balls away as I desperately try to extract myself from this situation. Practice is going to be incredibly uncomfortable. This scary, athletic girl is masturbating in my friend's car. I don't know how we'll recover from this. For the time being, I simply need to get this girl home.
"Quinn, Quinn, remember when I thrashed you in practice?" Another moan interrupts her question as if she's masturbating to the idea of beating me.
"I doubt I'll ever forget," I answer as I park the car in the lot.
"What did you feel after I thrashed you?"
"My ribs shattering, thank you," I remark with a wince.
Ahri chuckles as she emits another moan, "I know that. But emotionally. How did you feel? Please be truthful, my life is on the line."
"Cut the theatrics, Ahri," I attempt to elude answering the query.
As I unbuckle the seatbelt, she stares at me with her most genuine eyes and pleads again, "Please, what did you feel?"
I fumble with the buckle and honestly say, since she'll forget in the morning due to her intoxication, "A strong attraction. Touching your skin produced vivid energy in me. It rejuvenated me with an atypical energy surge."
"So you get completely turned on and all you can think about is fertilizing me?" Ahri inquires in a whirlwind as her head slowly convulses.
"To put it that way," I respond with a grin.
"Okay, get me to my room. Now!" Ahri orders. She finally withdraws her hand from her pants. Her body loosens once more and I push her out of the car.
"Anything you ask for. Let me help you to bed." I support her with my shoulders as we plod through the dorms.
Ahri is so heavy. All muscles and natural weight are causing my shoulders to ache as I support her to walk because she can't possibly carry me when I'm drunk. Maybe she could carry me the next time. Ahri whispers something inaudible.
"Huh?" I inquire slightly irritated.
"I said I need your cum, now," she says softly.
"What sort of lustful act are you committing?" The resident assistant questions as she opens her door.
"She's simply tipsy. I've got her. Don't be concerned," I reply.
"Sure, so you say. I'll check back in ten," The RA shuts her door.
What type of girl is this? I grabbed her head and was heading towards her door. I mucked about in her pocket, attempting to find her keys, and unintentionally brushed against her firm penis. The tingling sensation returned. Perhaps I'm just excessively horny. I found her keys and opened the door. The room appeared typical, except for the peculiar sexual gadgets on her desk.
Ahri slammed her head into me, pushed me against the wall, and uttered, "Give it to me," her frightened tone startled me.
I patted her head and attempted to disentangle her from me, "Simply climb into bed, Ahri. I don't intend to execute this if you're intoxicated."
"I told you, Quinn, I'm not drunk, I'm in heat. And those silly gadgets won't function on me, so I need your penis in my mouth," Ahri stated as she glanced up and opened her mouth, showcasing its moistness.
She pressed her physique against me and groped me. My entrapment by her flesh had me cornered, and her muscles were flexing to keep me immobile. She lifted her upper body and kissed me. The impact of her lips drove me insane.
"Indeed, that's it. I'm taking whatever I require since there isn't much time remaining. Please ejaculate for me," Ahri said as she plunged to her knees.
Her audacity turned me on. I succumbed to her control, discarding my apprehensions. She controlled me as I cast aside every restriction. Though Ahri wasted no time in descending the entire length of my penis. Damn, she was an excellent cocksucker. Her mouth sucked like she was attempting to extract me. Her tongue flicked my sensitive regions with every ascent. I was on the verge of fragmentation. She was driving me insane with her mouth. Suddenly, I experienced an impending release of my balls. Her hand enclosed my testicles while her fingers stroked and massaged the back of my testicles.
"Damn, yes, I'm ejaculating, I'm ejaculating," I yelled. She engulfed me in her throat as spine-tingling muscle contractions caused each burst of sperm to exit my cock. I was no longer in command. Her throat contractions compelled each spurt of cum out of my penis. She maintained me in her throat for approximately thirty seconds. As she distanced herself from my penis, a mishmash of her spit and my sperm formed a string linking her mouth to my chin.
Ahri twisted the string around her finger and licked it clean. Fuck, this girl is delectable. I desired to seize her and make love to her in her bed. However, one, she's far stronger than me. And two, for the first time in my life, my balls genuinely felt empty.
"So this is what it's like to swallow semen from someone you're bonded to," Ahri murmured to herself. Her inebriated, horny demeanor gradually subsided. Possibly she's a nymphomaniac. I laugh inside at the notion of semen brining about relaxation.
I intervened as she conversed with herself and said, "Connected? What's occurring, Ahri?"
She placed a hand on my relatively relaxed shoulder, stared at me with her dark eyes, and answered, "Quinn. I am a futa."
"A what?" I inquired, puzzled.
"A futa. Follow me," Ahri peeled off her jeans and removed her panties. Her penis was even greater now than when it was at the party. It had to be at least ten inches - the size envisioned in porn. She then led me by the hand and brought it to her penis.
Despite being in a state of emptiness, simply touching Ahri's penis provoked me. I yearned for more of Ahri's penis. My cock pined for her penis. I begged her to push my palm further into her length. And she agreed.
Then, she instructed me to touch her anus. "What?" I exclaimed in astonishment.
"Futas possess both," Ahri said while kissing me as I examined between her vagina and her balls to ensure I wasn't hallucinating. My fingers even penetrated deeper to ensure her anus was genuine. Sure enough, she did. Then, she steered my hand toward her cunt.
"How?" I questioned perplexedly.
"Futas possess both, Quinn," Ahri clarified, kissed me, and snuggled closer. "Now, the challenging aspect, Quinn," Ahri said as she inched my fingers down to her taint.
"What the fuck?" I remarked in disbelief.
"Futas possess both, Quinn," Ahri stated, kissing me while I played with her pussy and her scrotum to ensure I wasn't losing my mind. I even delved deeper to confirm that she indeed contained an anus. Indeed, she did. She embraced my middle finger with her anus for a brief period as I delved deeper. [
"I don't comprehend," I state. My whole fingernail was lodged in her anus.
"Futas possess two," Ahri said, moving away from me and settling on her bed. She spread her legs, displaying her penis, which grew by at least two inches, and her vagina. "My mother was a futa. And so am I. My father told me a Japanese medical corporation produced countless futas after World War 2 to boost the Japanese population."
I sat next to her on her bed. I was engrossed, so I yearned to learn more, "How does everything function then? How did you transform into a futa?"
"Only a futa can birth another futa. I had no power over what I am. They had their fairy tale romance and had me." I sensed Ahri was concealing something. Her demeanor changed. The smile was forced, but I did not want to push her.
She observed my scrutiny. She leaned over, touched my leg, and redirected the subject, "I'm sorry about what I just did. I was in heat and I required your sperm or I would be in a mess right now." She laughed.
"This entire 'in heat' thing. Are you like a cat or something?"
"In a sense. You see..." Her hand moves up to my chest, "Futas need to ejaculate every six hours to remain stable. You witness all those devices on my nightstand?" I scrutinize her WMDs and observe her collection of dildos and strikers. "Those assist me with my... problem."
"Time vanished for me tonight. Just give us a notice next time," I chuckle.
"Nobody is supposed to know now. You simply appeared at the right moment and you are mine." Ahri says as she moves her hand lower to my revealed penis.
"I'm not the only one, huh?"
"No. You are the first one," She says, grinding her ass on my penis.
"What transpires if you don't receive my sperm?" I ask as she straddles me and presses her vulva on my penis.
"Septic shock, seizure, brain hemorrhage," She says casually.
"That's not ideal," I attempt to hold a moan back as the heat from her anus and penis while she grinds me restimulates me.
"No, it's not ideal, Quinn. Henceforth, you will be my hottie lifesaver," Ahri says, grinding harder.
"Is there a choice?"
"No. You were born for me," She leans over, bites my neck, and then kisses it, propelling me back into euphoria.
"Are you in heat again?" I inquire as my penis reacts to her nibbles.
"No. I merely desire you to make my penis release." Her hand guides my lower chest down onto her bed as she straddles me by my nipples.
I look up at her in astonishment as her penis is nearly touching my forehead as she straddles me by my nipples. I cross my eyes as I look up at her gorgeous penis and the blood-red head.
"Simply surrender. You know you yearn to taste it," She says rubbing the lower length of her penis. She was correct. I had to taste it. My lips encircle the middle of her shaft as I taste the skin of her penis.
"It's so hot," I utter unintentionally as I kiss more and more of it. I encounter a vein and flick it with my tongue. Her penis has me fully captivated. My body feels like it's running on nitrous as I lick and grasp her. I believed touching her was intense at football practice, this was an entire new world.
Ahri beams down at me. She opens her mouth widely, revealing what she wants me to do. I nod and open my mouth as broadly as I can. She grasps hold of her large-sized penis and feeds it to me. The invasion makes me gag, but I endure it. My tongue tries to defend my throat by obstructing the head of her penis from advancing. However, the taste of her pre-cum is delightful and makes me long for more. I lick and swipe her head, making her moan and chirp. But Ahri's sinister, seductive grin has me relinquishing all control.
Ahri's weight on her knees drops, and I sense the entire force of her body. However, more than that, I sense her testicles on my throat.
"I can't... can't inhale," I suffer in agony as she shifts her enormous scrotum to the side.
"I apologize, darling, I apologize," Ahri says, ruffling my hair. "I haven't been on top in a while. Forgive me for not recognizing my strength." She crawls to her pillows and lays on her back. She strokes her colossal sized penis with wicked desire in her eyes and says, "Keep worshipping me, Quinn."
I'm mesmerized by the sensation of moving towards her. Ahri's large female bulge captures my attention more than anything else. I grasp her substantial base and give her a lustful blowjob, making her aware of my yearning for more of her pre-cum. She holds my head in place while I produce noises I've never made before. I kiss and lick down her phallus and make my way to her big, smooth testicles. It feels like my intuition and instincts have taken control, allowing me to find her sensitive spots easily. Perhaps all the porn I've watched in the past aided me, but it was simple to please her.
I inch down closer to her hot zone. To reach it, I have to lift her balls with my free hand. I envision her wetness and imagine how her vagina might taste.
However, just as my tongue is about to lick her other moisture, she strikes me on the head with her penis, "No," she announces.
"What? Why not?" I question.
Ahri now strikes me on the cheek with her hefty penis. The weight of it forces me to adjust my jaw. "You need to win against me," Ahri states with determination before hitting me again with her slab of meat.
She exits the room, leaving me wondering how to achieve her approval. Her wetness drips to her anus and smears the bed. "How do I win?" I inquire, eager for release.
"You must compete with me," she declares. "If you defeat me, and impress me, you can have me in any way you choose. But until then, you're only allowed my penis and anus." Ahri smirked.
Her domineering nature drives me wild. I suck a little further and groan in approval. One hand massages her testicles, while the other twists her penis as I suck with tears forming in my eyes.
"Oh my god, you're so hot, baby," she says, arching her back as her pelvis pushes her penis farther into my mouth. "That's right. Take my penis baby, take it, take it..." Ahri's moaning intensifies, indicating her impending orgasm. She makes one final thrust before her body stiffens and fills my mouth with her semen. I swallow as much as I can, as Ahri doesn't give me an option due to her penis still lodged in my mouth.
I gulp for air as she pulls out of my mouth. The tip of her penis glistens with my saliva and her cum.
"Sorry, I didn't realize I had you pinned down like that," she apologizes.
I take a few deep breaths, realizing my heart is beating quickly and I feel a surge of energy. It's like an endorphin rush, although not sexual. I learn that when a person linked to a futanari consumes their cum, they become rejuvenated. Ahri tells me this as I jump up and down.
"What exactly am I?" I ask, startled.
"A futanari. Now you're a futanari as well, Quinn. You better get used to me," she says with a smirk, pulling me back into her embrace.
Ahri once again exerts her dominance, spooning me as I snuggle against her. She strokes my hair and caresses my body. My quick energy burst quickly turns to complete relaxation. Sleeping beside Ahri provides a comfortable, serene feeling. I drift off to sleep, dreaming of a breathtaking beach. I'm soaking in the sun as the waves crash against my lower body. Oh, that feels wonderful. The water is warm and soothing. But then, I feel a pinch on my thigh. Then another. The most agonizing one hurts me so much it wakes me up.
"Damn, that stings," I yelp, suddenly aware of her blowjob as she possesses my stiff member.
"Good to see you awake," Ahri says as she strokes my wet cock, "I need your cum, Quinn." She indicates her 'heat clock' timer.
It's been six hours. Ahri requires my semen.
Ahri speeds up, her movements drawing my gaze. She takes me into her mouth, her throat enveloping my cock with just the right amount of pressure to bring me to the brink. The first burst lands at the back of her throat, triggering her clock to reset to six hours. It wasn't a bad way to start the day.
"We should prepare for the practice session. Do I need to return to my dorm?" She inquires, tonguing the remaining semen off her lips.
"Probably. I can't practice in jeans," I answer, stepping off her bed. The way she had given me a blowjob leaves me feeling rejuvenated.
Leaving her room felt odd, as does every college hookup. She guided me a few steps to her door, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a long, lingering kiss on me. I was left kissing air for a moment before I left.
I returned to my dorm room and felt elated. I had just slept with a futa. Hell, I even gave my first blowjob. It wasn't as strange as I thought it would be. Even though her cock was far bigger than mine and my jaw almost broke, the sight of her pussy made the process more bearable. The "in heat" thing still seemed odd to me. For the next couple of weeks, I'll be checking the clock to see if she's using her devices or having sex with others.
I packed my bag for practice and walked to the exit. A soft cushion and a firm chest greeted the top of my head.
"Come on, dear. We should get ready as Coach will make us run today," Ahri purred as she wore a black Nike sports bra and skintight black gym shorts. My mouth hung agape, drinking in every curve and muscle. I nodded, too stunned to speak.
We strolled to the practice field with Ahri. She asked about growing up in this area, and I shared tales of the crazy people from my hometown and our hometown. Ahri found the story of "Randy Marsh" amusing, a man who ran the worst and most lucrative weed farm in the state. The teenagers' favorite tale was about when the internet went off for an entire week, and what Randy did during that time.
Ahri sealed our parting with a deep kiss. She had to leave to her own locker room because, in her words, "the NCAA is so stupid."
"Here he is!" Greg yelled as my arm raised in triumph when I entered the locker room. "He's already bedded Ahri! I didn't even get a chance to talk to her, and I'm way more attractive!" One of the players commented.
"I bet she made him take it in the ass with her strap since she's twice his size," claimed R.J. There was some truth there.
"Shut up, R.J.," I scolded. The team responded with faint "ooooooohs."
"Does this mean you're dating after one night, dude? I heard Ahri was texting Jess nonstop about you while you slept," Greg teased.
"I don't know about all that. We were just hanging out," I replied.
"If you're not dating, I suggest claiming her before someone else does," Greg advised as he led me to my locker. R.J., being the pervert he was, added, "So, dude. Trans girls, huh? or am I right?"
While it was accurate to call her a trans girl, I decided not to correct him. He only knew about the size of her cock from our beer pong game.
"Yeah, dude. There's nothing like Ahri," I said.
"So, you two are dating after one night? Jess said Ahri can't stop talking about you," Greg shared, chuckling.
"I don't know about all that. We were just hanging out."
"Fine. Just make sure to claim your territory, brother," Greg said before leaving for his locker.
The smell of the locker room filled my nostrils as Coach entered, followed by Ahri in her gear, her outfit highlighting every muscle. "Gentlemen, the media is here for our newest player. Expect a news focus on Ahri. Today's practice will be light, with some scrimmaging at the end for some TV footage. We'll run our basic plays. Quarterbacks, we'll use some disguise calls and checks just in case the mic picks up on the cast."
Ahri sneaked in behind Coach, looking like a predator. Not only did she have a monster cock, but her strength and speed made her a force to be reckoned with. It was incredible to witness these godly athletic skills. She wasn't just a pretty face; she was a smooth operator and an amazing player. She'll be someone who gives our team an edge on the field.
All of us say "Yes, coach" before forming a huddle and running onto the practice field. I suspect that the number of media members may have been underestimated by Coach. It appeared as though everyone was present: locals, students, and journalists clashed for space by the sidelines. The cameras were all directed downward as the players began their exit onto the field. Some players were actively requesting photos. However, all attention was focused on one individual. Ahri was the final player to step out. The sound of camera clicks was continuous as everyone snapped photos of her. She flashed a smile at me as I raced beside her. Nevertheless, the attention gradually wore on her.
As she received her first pass, all cameras were trained on her. It wasn't surprising, as she was both attractive and well-built. I knew those perverts on the sidelines were fixated on her derriere. Her unease with the attention became evident as she sought refuge behind me during receiver and defensive back drills. She hurried to depart the drill once her turn was up. Our tiny D3 school was inadequately prepared for this level of press.
The scrimmaging period approached. I was once again in the slot and Ahri was defending. This play called for me to run a deep digging route. I outran my defender and received a well-thrown pass just as I arrived at my spot, but Ahri had anticipated it, stepping into my path and intercepting the ball for a touchdown. The crowd's excitement escalated. They soon realized that Ahri was a serious player.
Several plays later, I found myself out wide with Ahri guarding me. I ran a hitch route and timed it perfectly, earning a pass. However, second before I could run with the ball, Ahri grabbed me from behind and executed a suplex, sending me crashing onto the ground with my shoulder blades landing first. This garnered even more attention from the media.
Afterwards, the field filled with players who couldn't stop talking about Ahri's achievement and how it had drawn such a large audience. It didn't take long for videos and pictures of the practice to start appearing on social media. Then Greg informed me of what I was dreading:
ESPN. Damn it. ESPN had publicized the video of Ahri tackling me from behind, forcing me to my back. That couldn't have gone any worse.
Coach suddenly ordered me to visit Ahri's locker room. I reluctantly complied with the order. When I entered, Ahri was showering - her wet, ripped back facing me.
"You wanted to see me?" I inquired.
She turned around, revealing her massive cock. It seemed normal when flaccid but her body shimmered beneath the shower. My pulse picked up and the headache I had vanished.
"Enter, Quinn. Plenty of space in here," she suggested as she lathered her hair. Her large breasts bounced as she stroked her hair. I discarded my clothes and joined her. The water seemed warmer in her presence.
"You caused quite a commotion," I mentioned.
"Unwanted attention?" she said as she washed my hair. "Did I cause you any harm?"
"Well, you hit me pretty hard on the last play," I stated.
"All right, let me help you," she said, taking her finger once more and rubbing herself. She forced me to suck on it. Taste of her down there uniquely reminded me of a kind of painkiller. My painful neck and headache vanished. Her juices, it seemed, were like a natural pain reliever to me.
"I'm so glad we're connected," she whispered.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked again because she hadn't explained last night.
"Simply put, all femdoms have a soulmate. Once we locate ours, nobody else can compare," I surmised. She needed my sperm to regulate her heat cycle. She couldn't find random guys for this anymore.
"If you mean that our relationship is special, then I am happy to be your soulmate," I responded, wrapping my arms around her. Kissing, we exhaled deeply. Her scent felt intoxicating. My skin's sensations sent tingles through me. [1][1]
"I guess I might've made you feel uncomfortable." She meowed.
"How can I make up for it?" I inquired.
Ahri didn't respond. She used two of her digits to brush against my backdoor. I tensed, but she stimulated my pleasure center down there. I relaxed and kissed her. As I became at ease, she stretched out my asshole. I returned the favor by gripping her member and jerking it. My strokes grew longer because her cock was getting larger in my hands.
"It might seem strange at first..." She said but I covered her lips with my palm.
Unexpectedly, I found myself announcing, "I want it." I removed my hand from her lips and clenched her member. An uncontrollable primal force took hold of me. My spirit and posterior were craving her. I needed her penetrating me.
"I'm going to claim you." Ahri turned off the water and scooped me up. She transported me to the wooden plank and stationed me on my back.
It was a formidable sight: this attractive Asian titan looming over me, sporting a tremendous appendage in one hand and lathering up my hole with her spit in the other.
She stroked her rod now as she said, "You are mine now." She hugged me and inserted her tool into my anus.
My eyes widened, and my body stiffened, as I acclimated to her girth. Jesus, she was large! She stayed entered within me as she kissed my neck and then my lips.
"How does it feel?" She inquired.
"It hurts, but it's not terrible." I gritted my teeth. I couldn't believe it. My rear was relaxing and accommodating her probe. It felt right. As if my anus was readying itself for her intrusion.
"Give it a moment or two," She advised as she stroked my hair. Her comfort soothed me. My back unwound, and her initial thrust made me experience divine bliss. My eyes rolled back, and I let out a deep, lubricious moan. She understood I relished her moves and began sliding into me slowly. I developed an enjoyment for the stuffed sensation. It was still disconcerting having something inside me, yet it felt natural. Like she belonged within me. Each thrust registered on my prostate, and she had me moaning shamelessly.
Then I observed a fluid dribble down my chest. I assumed it was a bead of sweat or a trail from the shower. But she bobbed up and her enormous breasts caved as milk from her breast were gushing out of them as she sexually penetrated me.
"That's damn sexy." I declared, not taking my focus from her breasts.
"Hmm, good. Female penis-wearers release lactation when fucking. Try tasting mine." With all my might, I lifted my head and sampled her breast. Shot after shot of her milk flooded my mouth, and it was the most delicious milk I had ever devoured. It was sweet and unctuous. Each sip went down smoothly, and I was yearning for more.
"Baby, her penis-wearers' lactation is so sensitive. If you keep behaving like that, I'm going to climax inside you." She moaned as her frequence increased, aggressively pounding my anus now.
"I can't resist sucking. The milk is so tasty." I exclaimed, concerned that some of these blessed fluids discharged from her breast as I communicated.
I plastered my lips on her dark areola and gulped more of her lactation. Ahri had become exhausted with me and plopped me back down on the plank. Her eyes were captivating, and she seemed irate.
"You drive me insane," She claimed as she resumed entry.
"Are you experiencing arousal?" I pursued, writhing as a result of her massive tool.
"No. I simply aim to fuck you." She propelled my legs up and apart, granting her simpler access to my hole. I honestly felt that our weight could've caused some damage to the bench. bench.
Ahri pummeled my prostate until I witnessed specks of darkness appearing in my field of vision. She was launching me to the stratosphere. My erection was alight, and I could feel my juices accumulating. Her movements were slower but more abrasive. She was caressing my sex gland until I was pleading in lust.
"Fuck, woman, your buxom ass is so sensual, Quinn. Cum together with me, baby." Ahri withdrew one last time. I could see my midsection protruding as her mammoth erection expelled multiple waves of her sperm inside me. The heat generated by her ejaculation sent me into orbit. She manipulated my genitals, and I coated my skin with my semen. I was convinced I was about to pass.
It took us a few minutes to exit our euphoric stage. I was ablaze, endlessly grinning from ear to ear. My ass was tender, but my body was bursting with delight. Ahri dropped down on me. She hovered over me as she stated, "Become used to this, my love." I embraced her. She's right; I could potentially acclimate to this. bench.
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