In the beginning, we were just an ordinary couple: in love, happy. Math helped a bit when we realized it was cheaper for both of us to move in together, so we did. The lust didn’t fade, but there was a barrier. My partner—who initially seemed not to care—soon found ways to break it. But what exactly am I talking about? And why does it matter? Well, after six months, “the volume” had become natural to me. There was nothing strange anymore about feeling it there, but I still didn’t know how much it could sting; and that was the barrier. Carolina carried traces of her past life; there was something of “Carlos” that insisted on surfacing.
It wasn’t something that happened suddenly; it was a process that lasted months. It all started because she complained one day that she sometimes couldn’t reach climax without having to masturbate. I fell into the foolishness of asking if there was anything I could do. She could have just told me, but she preferred to go further: she wanted to show me.
”Get on all fours, go on.”
”What?”
”Relax, babe, I’m not going to put it in; I’m just going to show you.”
I said nothing, just stared at that slim, delicate silhouette under the dim light of the lamp. She stood up and positioned herself behind me.
”Come on, let me show you how to do it. You get it right sometimes; it’s not hard.”
”Can’t you just tell me?”
”Are you afraid I’m gonna eat your little ass? That precious ass. My precious!” she said, imitating Gollum’s voice and laughing afterward. “Go! Trust me, I won’t do anything.”
I took a deep breath and positioned myself. The sheet under my knees felt rough against the tension rising through my thighs. It was through the fabric that I felt her knees approach mine.
”Look…”
I felt her hands grab my waist with a strength I didn’t know those slender hands possessed, pulling me until my body slammed into hers. I felt the soft skin of her legs against mine first, but then I began to feel the volume of her cock growing hot, occupying the valley between my buttocks, right over my “precious.” It had a different texture, rougher than the girl-skin of her legs. With every simulated movement she made, it rubbed against the valley and the door of my anus, her heavy testicles thumping against my backside.
The scent of vanilla from her hair invading my nose still reminded me of the girl I knew, but that raw volume made me realize there was more between us than simple passion.
”You have to grab it like this, see? And thrust just like this, because then your dick hits deep, you know?” she whispered, and the hot breath on my neck made the hair on my arms stand up.
”Hmm…”
”And then, thrust hard,” she said, pulling me back fast and strong, making the flesh of my butt crack against her hips, wrenching an involuntary moan from me.
”Stop messing around!”
She couldn’t help it and burst out laughing at my moan, her body shaking against mine with every laugh. I looked back at that beautiful smile and those rosy cheeks I loved so much.
”Understand?”
She looked like an angel, but what I felt pressed against me was purely demonic.
”And if you want,” she continued, laying her warm, light body over my back to speak into my ear, “you can say some dirty things to me. Tell me I’m your little slut, that you’re going to stretch my ass wide. That kind of thing, lol.”
I tried to hide it, but my dick was rock hard and leaking against the mattress. Not content with all that, she gave my butt a loud, stinging slap—so hard her palm left a trail of fire on my skin. Then, she lay down on the bed beside me, returning to being the sweet girl she always was. However, I saw her differently now: that body belonged to a girl, but that eight-inch, thick penis, which became excited at the sight of me on all fours, represented much more than I had realized until that moment. In that light, it even seemed a few shades darker than the rest of her naked body.
”You’re so sweet to me in bed, love. But I know there’s a beast inside there, dying to devour me.”
Her mouth said she wasn’t the Beauty who turns the Beast into a prince; she wanted to turn me into the Beast. Her cock, however, revealed a different story. Yet, my feelings for her didn’t reflect those things. I could be rough, but not with her; not without a reason. Carolina had a small, thin body; hitting it felt like cowardice. She had a sweet look, despite being ironic, and even though I had sex with her every day, I had trouble seeing her as a “slut.” To me, a slut isn’t loved or doesn’t love; for if she loved, there would be no need to pay for her services.
I think, in that moment, it would have been easier for me if she had asked me to let her do that to me. Not that it would be a simple decision, but it seemed easier. Not knowing what to say, I lay beside her and faced her. I thought about saying what I was feeling, but then another fear came to mind. After I went public with Carolina, I noticed that the friends from the first story started looking at her differently. Before, no one wanted to be with a girl who had once been a man, but after I claimed her, they saw it wasn’t an issue. Surely they, who didn’t love her as I did, wouldn’t mind fulfilling that fantasy.
Suddenly, the image of Ramon fucking my Carolina’s ass hard, while Miguel—the one who showed me the photo of Carlos—shoved his dick into her mouth without any love, flashed through my mind like lightning. There was no turning back: if someone was going to do that to her, it had to be me.
Seeing that I was hesitating, she moved her face close to mine and gave me a moving kiss.
”Don’t be afraid, love; I’m stronger than you think.”
The kiss still lingered on my lips when a different kind of heat began to rise in my chest. Her voice, the strength in her eyes, the fear of Miguel… it all mixed into a slow combustion. I took a deep breath, feeling my pulse quicken.
”Carolina…” I began, my voice raspier than I expected, almost a whisper. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and murmured into her ear, my throat tight: “You… you little slut.”
She laughed, a low, melodic laugh. She pulled her face back slightly; her eyes sparkled in the shadows.
”Just that, love?” she provoked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “I thought you were a man.”
That made my blood boil, and I let it out.
”Ah, fuck you, Carolina!”
She gave a great laugh. “I looove it!”
”You want to see the man?” I growled with a deep, possessive voice. “I’ll show you the fucking man I am, you bitch.”
Her eyes widened a bit at the abrupt change in my tone, but a wild, hungry smile spread across her face.
”I’m going to stretch that little ass until you cry and beg me to stop!”
I jumped up and got on my knees right in front of her face.
”Come on! Suck this cock, you whore!”
Carolina didn’t flinch; she swallowed my rod as if she were starving. I flipped her body over, leaving her ass up.
”Lube it up well, because I’m going to shove it all in there,” I said, already shoving my fingers in, forcing the entrance, one by one.
Her heavy breathing betrayed an excitement I had never seen until then. It was the panting breath of someone running a marathon, and she kept taking my dick deeper and deeper into her mouth until she suddenly stopped breathing. Her nose was crushed against my lap, and the tip of my dick blocked the passage of air. She pulled her head back, and her lungs filled. She seemed like a different girl.
”Slut!”
Her little hole clenched around my fingers. We always keep lubricant by the bed; while she sucked me, almost making me cum, I smeared it on my fingers and thrust them in again.
I pulled my dick from her mouth and ordered her to get on all fours at the edge of the bed. I put one foot on the bed beside her and, without ceremony, buried it all inside.
She let out an “ah” that grew louder and louder as I went deeper, but she didn’t run; on the contrary, she threw her body against me, encouraging me to thrust harder. The bed shook; sweat poured from my face, my belly, and her back. Our skins met, splashing drops of sweat. I didn’t see her climax; she didn’t tell me; I found out later that she had come right after my second thrust. And I kept hammering, grabbing her hair like the reins of a mare.
She hugged my pillow, and I did exactly what she had shown me. I paused the movement, laid my body over hers, pulled her hair to the side to expose her ear, and whispered, “You hot little bitch!”
I thrust once with force, like a hammer; she moaned loudly and squeezed the pillow against her chest. Then I increased the pace again. She told me later that it made her climax a second time. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I stopped and told her to turn over. She was “soft”. I found it strange, but I was so excited I didn’t care. I held her legs in the air and showed no mercy. She was hot, sweaty, with red cheeks.
She looked at me with those blue eyes through her black hair and said, ”Fuck me!!! FAST!!!”
I slapped her face—it wasn’t hard, but it was loud and gave her a small jolt. And I thrust. I wanted her to cum first, and she came even with a soft dick; she came a lot, too. Then I ramped up the rhythm and came until my legs shook.
I laid the full weight of my body on top of hers, fitting into her and feeling her heart beat hard along with mine.
”Love!” she interrupted, catching her breath, “you hot animal!”
”Me? What about you? I’ve never seen you like that.”
Our bodies fit together so perfectly it was hard to leave. Her cum slid between our bellies, finding its way to the mattress, and our hearts beat together, our lungs too, in almost divine perfection.
But that couldn’t last forever. When I lifted my head and then peeled my body away, she looked at me with a smile and pointed to the spot where she had been on all fours before, where there was a puddle of cum—the proof that I had earned my title.
”Did you know the greatest turn-on happens when a man makes us so much of a female that we cum even when we’re soft? One day, I’ll show you how good that feels.”
”God forbid!”
She laughed; she laughed so much, her whole body shaking with every laugh.
