Part I: He attracts the wrong type of women
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[Characters are above the age of 18] Story contains futa on male, nonconsent and femboys with big butts. If you don’t like the idea, please refrain from reading
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Willow looked at himself in the mirror. Long, chestnut-colored hair that had been tied into a ponytail. Pouty lips, long lashes, and cerulean eyes. A short frame that was no taller than the average woman. But most importantly was his hips that flared out wider than his own shoulders and his doughy ass that made men drool and women green with envy. A twinge of pain flashed past his chest as he remembered how some of these men tried to hit on him, thinking he was just another bimbo with a fat ass they could fuck. He would tell them he was a guy but some of them were still willing to fuck after a quick scan of his effeminate features.
That did nothing for his confidence.
He stood on his side, sucking in his stomach as if that would do anything to his larger-than-average butt. Sighing in defeat, Willow accepted that there was nothing he could do to look anything more than an effeminate little bitch.
Make no mistake, he tried his best and trusted the process as a gym rat friend of his told him when he was doing multiple squats and deadlifts. His fingers trailed over his taut stomach, feeling how smooth his pale white skin was, and saw how it contrasted deeply with the pinkness of his virgin nipples.
As he stared down, he saw the reason he had somewhat given up on being a muscular chad of a man. What sprouted from between his legs was nothing more than a sad excuse for a penis, reaching just above 4 inches when erect and nearly microscopic when limp. After hearing tales of how women moaned for some of his muscular male friends, he knew that he would never get the chance to live their lives.
One of his friends had even joked that he should turn gay, and maybe then, he’d actually get a couple of offers – wiggling his eyebrows at Willow’s large rump.
They always liked to tease him, slapping him on the butt here and there but stopped after he’d learned self-defense. Of course, his butt only seemed to get larger after middle school until now. ‘Go Eagles!’ He cheered in his mind, a doctrine many of the students were forced to listen to every single morning. He brushed his teeth and glanced at the time. 8:50 am. Luckily, today was a weekend, so he was able to get some of his much-needed sleep after a bazillion homework left by his very eccentric teachers.
“Seriously, the school needs a row of replacements,” Willow said, spitting out a gob of toothpaste. “Especially Mrs. Smith, someone needs to tell her that being married isn’t a personality trait. Or, targeting young couples.”
As he got out of the bathroom, he studied his room. It wasn’t too big or too small, a perfect, little snug room that belonged to no one else but him. His walls had been painted white and covered with inspirational quotes and flashing led lights that hung high across his room. A smart chair sat in front of his workspace – an average-sized table that supported the weight of his laptop and shelves of books that he promised he would read one day.
In the middle of his room was an extensive, bouncy-looking bed – a hand me down from his parents that was a little too big for just him alone. His floor had been covered in a fluffy, ivory mattress that had been dutifully vacuumed and cleaned by him. A black wardrobe stood beside his bed, taking up an entire wall by itself as it looked like it held the contents of the universe inside – one of his younger sister’s many envies.
“Samantha…,” Willow didn’t like how his little sister’s name felt on his tongue. Unlike his mother and father, who dearly loved him, his sister was a major exception and always made sure to remind him of that. There wasn’t a time he could remember where his little sister didn’t act like a six-year-old and annoy him to death.
One time, she had cut holes into his pants as he almost walked out of his home and revealed his nude bottom to the rest of the world. Another time she acted like the insufferable brat she was. And when she ate his yogurt, instead of giving him an apology, she insulted him, saying that she did it so that he might actually lose some weight.
He shook his head. Nothing good came out of thinking about his little sister and why she did what she did. Willow dressed in a comfortable, oversized grey sweater that was big enough to hide his black shorts that stretched over his hips. He was about to walk downstairs to grab his breakfast when his phone beeped on his table.
He unplugged the charger – yes, he liked to charge overnight – before he checked his phone. A curse immediately left his lips as he checked the calendar notification.
‘September 30th. Samantha’s friends come over. Parents out for an anniversary.’
His interactions with Samantha and her friends were very limited. He always holed himself up in his room whenever they came for a sleepover. Only a couple of times did he, unfortunately, meet them when he came out to refill his flask of water or to make dinner/snacks as Samantha had forced him to, threatening to spill one of his secrets if he didn’t.
Samantha’s three friends were very beautiful, not to mention a lot taller than him or Samantha. Which was a surprise as she stood at around 5’7” despite being younger than him and had enough strength to wrestle a boy. Another reason he listened to her.
The few times he managed to meet her friends, they never failed to make him feel either humiliated or objectified as he could clearly hear them giggle when their eyes laid on his butt or his face. They seem to still have a problem believing that he was a boy. Once he could hear the hushed gasp of shock one of the girls had when his sister told them that he was a boy.
Since then, they always made it their job to tease him, locking him between their strong arms or forcing him between their bountiful chests–which was easy as his full height only ever measured to their shoulder– or their recent obsession with fondling-slapping-molding his large behind.
From how they acted, you’d think they were perverted old men. Every time they went back home, they never failed to leave him with a boner and a blush on his face. They were bullies, is what they were.
The only reason he didn’t practice his self-defense on them was that he could tell they were abnormally strong for women. They were definitely stronger than most of his guy friends, something he could tell from how hard it was to get out their chokeholds.
He shook his head. This time he was ready. It wouldn’t go their way again. Willow had crafted a foolproof plan to deal with these harassing friends of his sister’s.
Willow closed his phone and headed downstairs for breakfast, thinking to himself that nothing would go wrong this afternoon at all.
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Samantha absolutely hated her older brother. Ever since they were young, he had always taken everything she liked. And it annoyed her further that he seemed to have done it unconsciously. From the hello-kitty bag she loved to her boyfriends, he stole everything that was hers and always acted like a moral compass – something she absolutely hated about him.
Now, Samantha wasn’t ugly or anything. In fact, she was a very pretty young woman with long, blond hair and blue eyes- appearing as if the female version of her father. She was somewhat tall for a woman, standing at 5’7, and looked as if one of Victoria’s Secret’s skinny-fit models. Her body was toned and fairly athletic from all the long hours spent on the court, doing suicides and cardio-oriented drills that always left her gasping for air.
But none of that mattered as most of the boys she brought home — usually tall jocks with broad shoulders– always seemed to question about the curvy girl that ran around the house. She always got pissed at the specific question as it meant that they were somewhat interested in her brother – they always looked so shocked when she revealed his gender — which poked at her insecurity of being less feminine than Will.
Many times she caught her man making moves on her brother before they knew his gender as their eyes never left his ass.
‘God, his ass,’ Samantha gagged as she cringed at how a boy could have something so clearly, feminine-ly seductive attached to his behind.
She knew that despite his…looks, her brother still liked to think of himself as a man rather than some effeminate faggot. Samantha counted down the days it would take before he came out of the closet and announced his new sexuality.
She was spread-eagled on her bed, bored out of her mind. She was about to indulge her brother in many of her pranks before a couple of notifications popped up from her phone. Opening it, Samantha saw that her girlfriends had been tagging her for something in the group chat.
(Sammy) U all sure abt the sleepover? (Gloria The Queen) Yeh, pretty sure. (Rubes) Nothing but positive here! (Bree) Anything to meet that cutie bro of urs, sis. (Sammy) Uh-huh. Srsly, I don’t understand y’all’s obsession with him.
Samantha regretted sending that message as immediately, her eyes flashed with the number of messages appearing in her phone. She had to even mute her phone temporarily from how annoying the notification bell sounded. Soon enough, they ended the many reasons they liked about her dummy brother as they all agreed on one thing.
(Gloria The Queen) His ass, sis.
(Bree) Definitely that thick, fat ass of his.
(Rubes) It looks really big. Heh
Samantha rolled her eyes as she felt a little pissed off again. These three dummies were her closest friends –both in and off the court– to the point, most of them knew nearly everything about each other, from their cringiest moments to their deepest, darkest secrets.
One such secret was that all three of them had very large cocks attached between their legs and liked to use their gift on unsuspecting, adorable boys. Of course, she was surprised once they told her that since she thought that they’d somehow rape her or something, bringing a loud array of laughter and giggles from them.
Telling her that they much preferred boys and should basically be considered straight women…with something extra, they assured her that they wouldn’t touch a single hair on her.
That brought a curious question out of her. Why didn’t they go after girls? They only gave her a knowing smile, shaking their head as they told her it just didn’t feel right – comparing it to how Samantha would feel if she were to lick a pussy. Being as straight as a pencil, she stopped her intrusive questions there.
(Sammy) I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.
(Bree) Aww, don’t be such a prude, sis. You and I both know that ass is phat as fuck.
(Gloria The Queen) Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. God, the things I’d do to him.
(Rubes) It is really big.
Samantha groaned. Even sweet little Ruby was praising her brother’s ass. She didn’t know whether to feel disgusted or scared from how eager her friends were, basically telling her that they were willing to fuck him senseless if her brother hadn’t holed himself in his room whenever they came over. Wait a minute, weren’t they coming over a little too much recently?
(Sammy) Please do it somewhere other than here if you’re planning to fuck him.
(Bree ) Of course, sweet cheeks! (Gloria The Queen) Idk. It kinda turns me on to do it in your home.
(Sammy) Ew, Gloria. Wtf?!
(Gloria The Queen) Jk, jk. You know I love you, sis.
(Rubes) True.
(Sammy) Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I doubt the dummy will even come out of his room. I saw him rationing enough shit for like a week. Lmao
It was true. She had caught her brother rummaging through the fridge before carrying them upstairs. He had frozen like a deer caught in headlights as he met her. Samantha had to fight the urge to gag as his asscheeks literally clapped against the air as he ran up the stairs to avoid her.
(Bree) Don’t worry about it. We have a plan. Dibs btw.
(Rubes) No fair!
(Gloria The Queen) Wtf Bree!
(Bree) What? Had to call it.
(Sammy) Aandd, I’m out.
Samantha rolled her eyes, apathetic that she had essentially pimped out her brother before going into the bathroom to take a shower as her phone dinged rapidly, a huge battle occurring amongst her girl-friends over the rights to her brother’s disgustingly big butt.
*****
Willow nodded to himself as he looked at his master plan. Laid out on his bed was an assortment of snacks, drinks, and refrigerated food that would last him for like a week. Call it too overkill but he liked to be safe, knowing that his parents liked to get carried away and spend more time than necessary on their anniversaries. He really wished lightning struck at their vacation home or something so that they could come back home quickly.
Right beside his bedroom was an old, small refrigerator that couldn’t be any taller than his knees. He had plugged it in, and luckily, it still worked, releasing cold air as he opened it to stuff his rations for the week. A scented humidifier stood next to the mini-fridge, right under the air-conditioner, spewing out a moist, rose-smelling air around his entire room.
Willow received a notification on his phone. Checking it, he saw that it was from his parents, sending him a picture of themselves with a Hawaiian Lei around their neck and a big smile on their faces. He sighed as at least some of them were having fun.
Looking around him, Willow let out a chuckle as it looked like he was rationing for a zombie apocalypse or a deadly virus. There were a couple of other plans he had. One being that he could sleepover at one of his friend’s houses. But most of them were outside of the state, spending their holidays at the beach picking up tanned, blond babes or with their girlfriends.
He sighed. His looks and effeminate nature made it hard for him to get a girlfriend as most of the girls either had one of two reactions when he confessed.
1). They’d laugh at him, telling him that she only ever thought of him as one of the girls.
2). They’d curse at him, saying that they didn’t want to be seen dating a little faggot.
It was a shame most girls had the second reaction. He checked himself in the mirror again. Thinking that he didn’t look that feminine, he saw that he looked like a pretty girl with a curvaceous body and felt disheartened when he could see his butt even from the front.
Placing both of his small hands on his butt, he noticed that they looked so small on his large, round white ass and felt pretty bouncy as well from the number of squats he did. He remembered a time they looked flabby and weak. If he had a genie, he’d immediately wish for a more muscular, manly body like Henry Cavill.
Soon enough, the doorbell to their home rang, sending a streak of arousal and fear through Willow’s chest. His stomach did flips as he heard his sister’s voice, yelling, “Coming!” as she went to open the door for her friends.
Hearing a ding from his phone, he checked it to see it was from his sister.
(Meathead) You better not fucking come out of your room.
He gave a reply.
(Disappointment) K.
He rolled his eyes. He may not have known what he did to gain his sister’s ire like this, but it certainly didn’t excuse her poor attitude and behavior. His stomach did flips when he heard the giggling and mumbling of his sister’s friends as they walked upstairs.
Quickly grabbing his ‘Don’t Enter’ sign, he ran to his door and hung the sign on his door as he caught the forms of Samantha and her friends on his peripheral vision before closing the door.
Hopefully, they’d get the sign. Get it?
Willow smiled at the brilliant pun he’d just made before he wondered what he should do for the afternoon. Turning his attention to his laptop, he remembered that there was still a couple of unfinished works like the erotica he was working on and decided to get to it. Grabbing his laptop and a cold drink of cola from the mini-fridge, he relaxed on his comfy bed and typed away.
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Samantha studied her friends.
First of all, there was Bree or Breona Williams – the confident, proud captain of their volleyball team and its tallest member. She was a dominant African-American woman with eyes a deep shade of dark and sensual curves around her body. Keeping her hair in a long frizz, Breona was a girl who liked to take charge in whatever she did – excelling as a captain in whatever group project or team she was in. Being an outgoing, social girl who always put on her iconic smug smile, many broad-chested jocks in their school asked her out for dinner. Hell, she was popular enough to attract the local college frat boys.
The second was the wing spiker and ace of the team – Gloria ‘Mary’ Cinders. She was the definition of graceful beauty, possessing a lithe body that was 90% legs, something she never failed to show off in her tights. Another beautiful feature of hers would be the striking emerald eyes she’d inherited from her Scottish father and long, blonde hair from her Italian mother.
Another thing you’d want to remember about this girl was that if Breona was considered confident, this girl was downright arrogant and haughty. But of course, you grew to accept it as her quirk after you realized that her parents were one of the wealthiest people in the state. Why on earth she was attending a local school instead of one of those prissy private ones was beyond her.
The last of them was a sweetheart, an adorable jellybean of a woman – Ruby Hart. Just like her name suggests, she had short, curly hair that she’d dye strawberry red, a color that just absolutely fit her image. She was the shortest amongst them but also pretty tall for a woman, standing at 5’7” with the personality of a golden retriever. Her body was all-around modest, not too big, not too small…until she dropped the skirt. Samantha still couldn’t believe that such an adorable girl could pack immense heat down there.
Breona sat on her leather chair recliner, leaning forward as she played a game of Streetz Futa against Samantha. Yes, Samantha was secretly a gamer even though she had mocked her brother multiple times by calling him a geek or a nerd. Gloria was lying on her bed, flat on her stomach as she twiddled with her phone, snapping multiple pictures of herself – probably to snap to her multiple boyfriends or boy-whores as she’d like to call them. Ruby on the other hand, simply sat on the carpeted floor adorably, watching her friends play an intense match.
“Oh, that’s bullshit,” Breona said as her fighter was subdued in a headlock and a three-point combo. “Stop fucking spamming that.”
“Get better, scrub,” Samantha smirked. This match was too easy.
“Oh! She’s right there!” Ruby yelled, pointing at where Breona was hiding and charging up her ulti.
“Ruby, you little snitch!” Breona yelled as she was found out.
“Thanks, babe,” Samantha said. “Here’s an early Merry Christmas present for you, Bree.”
Immediately, the game was over as Samantha landed combos after combos on Breona’s fighter, not allowing even a single twitch from her character as Breona was utterly pounded into submission. A huge “Game Over!” was heard as Breona hissed and cursed, calling hacks as she leaned backward with a defeated sigh.
Samantha showed a victory smile. “You’ll get better one day, scrub.”
“God, I hate it when she’s all smug like that.” Gloria sighed. “Couldn’t you have lasted a little longer, Bree?”
“Oh, fuck you bitch. Like you’d know any better at lasting longer,” Breona said with a teasing smirk.
A blush crept onto Gloria’s and Ruby’s cheeks, uncomfortable and somewhat horny that the sex was being brought up. It had been a while since Ruby had let her little puppers release. Meanwhile, Samantha let out a laugh as her friend had been outed as a premature ejaculator.
“Are you serious right now, bitch?” Gloria muttered, trying to hide her furious blush and anger.
Bree simply raised her hands. “Hate the game, not the player.”
“Oh really? Are we spilling secrets now?” Gloria smirked, glancing at the uncircumcised cock hidden in Bree’s pants. She pinched her nose. “Oh by the way, have you been washing yourself properly? I’ve heard complaints of your…odour.” Gloria wiggled her eyebrows at Breona’s crotch.
Now it was Breona’s turn to blush in shame. Samantha giggled but not before cringing away in disgust from the captain of their volleyball team. “Seriously, Bree? That’s disgusting!”
Ruby nodded in agreement as well. “I think you should be diligent with hygiene too, Bree.”
“Huh, so you’re ganging up on me too, Rubes?” The look on Breona made Ruby regret joining in on the fun. “Fine then. Oh right Sammy, you’re mistaken if you think Ruby’s an innocent, little naive girl who doesn’t know what porn is.”
“Oh?” Samantha raised an eyebrow. Ruby’s face turned as red as her hair as she tried to cross the distance to cover Breona’s mouth.
Breoena, however, saw her coming as she spun in her seat, dodging the girl. “You won’t believe the amount of boytoys that had to be sent to the E.R because of her…fetishes.”
Ruby let out a yelp as her neck reddened. One of her greatest –albeit very badly kept — secrets was just spilled like this!
“It’s not my fault they’re so soft, so good, and just so trusting….right after I fuck their brains out! I mean, think about it–”
“Ugh, there she goes into her little world again,” Gloria leaned over the bed and waved a hand in front of Ruby’s dazed expression.
“Anyway, since we’re on the topic of mind-fucking boys now,” Breona started with a nasty grin on her face. “Where’s the snack?”
Samantha groaned, knowing that she was talking about her brother. Up to this day, she still didn’t understand how they found her effeminate faggot of a brother attractive, perhaps even too attractive, remembering that they’d even secretly created a group chat where they’d sneak pictures of his vomit-inducing fat ass or his nipples. Seriously, did they think they were sneaky?
“The little faggot’s still hiding in that cave of his. Something tells me he’s going to be in there until either mom and dad comes back home,” Samantha said. “…or, until you guys leave.”
“I see,” Breona said with a look of interest as if she’d just been challenged. “But before that, why do you hate your brother that much anyway? Man, I wouldn’t know if I could hold myself back if I was living with a brother that has an ass so wide you could call it the moon.”
Gloria peeled her ears to listen attentively. Even Ruby had snapped out of her delusions of breaking in boys as she also listened. To girls like them, they really couldn’t understand Sammy’s unfound hatred. Sure, she didn’t have a cock that could break the boy with the wide hips in. BUT that didn’t justify why she hated him so much. Many of them had their theories, but they needed to know the actual truth.
Samantha let out a huff of irritancy. “He’s just — ugh– so freaking annoying. Like one time, I had my boyfriend over–”
“The dude with the chiseled abs and broad chest? What was his name again?” Breona pondered, stroking her chin.
Ruby chippered in. “Oh, that guy! Uh…Brad! Yeah, his name’s Brad Fort something.”
“Brad Forthard,” Samantha massaged her temples, annoyed that they had interrupted her. “Anyways, mom and dad weren’t home that night, so I thought I could call him over to give me a good dicking, you know.”
“Ew, gross,” Gloria said before she was faced with a deadpan from everyone else. “What?”
“And?” Ruby asked, wanting to hear the end of the story.
“And, unfortunately, Mr. Shithead was home. There weren’t any problems at first since I told him not to come out of his room or I’d spread pictures of him playing with his ass,” Samantha saw the look of interest on all of their faces, especially Gloria. “…I’m not selling them.” Their shoulders slumped in disappointment.
“But apparently, he didn’t get the message and came downstairs anyway, thrilled to meet the boyfriend of his little sister,” Samantha said, cringing at the memory. “….with nothing but a towel and his booty shorts on. I always had a suspicion that Brad was somewhat gay or at least, a little bi.”
Breona laughed out loud. “So-So, your brother stole your boyfriend from you? Is that why you’re such a bitch to him?”
“Stop laughing!” Samantha hissed before seeing the others joining in. “It wasn’t just that! He’s been nothing but a pain in my ass since we were kids!”
“Oh, I’ll give him a pain in the ass,” Breona wiggled her eyebrows at Samantha.
Gloria scrunched her nose in disgust. “Please. Have some class, Bree.”
“Oh, come on. That’s what we’re all here for, isn’t it? To get into those fat, white globes of his,” Breona said, confirming Samantha’s theory that they came over just to drool over her brother.
“I mean, look at Rubes. She’s been trying to hide her hard-on since she had a scent of him!” Breona pointed at Ruby as the adorable red-head tried to cover her skirt that was beginning to form a tent.
Ruby was flustered. “N-no! It’s just — He’s just– God, I haven’t really done it in years, Sam. I know he’s your brother, but he’s just so cute! I just really want to see those eyes on me when he’s gagging on me.”
“Indeed,” Gloria nodded. “We love you, Sammy, but I might have to cheat on you if I see that big derriere one more time.”
Samantha cringed in disgust as she listened to her friend’s very vocal descriptions of wanting to screw her useless brother senseless. But also, a wet patch was starting to form in her panties as she thought of the tears he would spill if she gave him to them. If she pimped him out. She took a good look at all of them and they had expressions of hunger – constantly swallowing their drool and trying to hide their obvious erections. She knew that there was no way they could break open his door and fuck him….unless they had the spare key to his room.
Her pussy throbbed. Her fingers played with the spare key in her pockets. Samantha closed her eyes and thought of the tears, a look of fear and pleasure that would flash past his face as her friends raped him.
She took out the key. Their hungry eyes immediately locked on the spare key dangling in her hands as their erections had grown so big they could no longer hide it. Her stomach did flips as she prepared to hear his screams from across his room.
A deranged smile came upon her face. “I think I may have a solution.”
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Breona’s hands trembled as her hands touched the doorknob, feeling that the path to the cute boy next door was clearly locked. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down as she tried to remember the last time she’d been this excited. Seriously, if her girldick grew any bigger, it’d tear a hole straight through her ripped jeans. Ignoring the fact that it had been a while since she’d gone through her last boytoy, there had always been something about Samantha’s brother – about Willow that just pushed her buttons.
Maybe, it was the way he so easily blushed whenever one of them tried to jab a flirt at him. Or maybe, it was how his eyes looked down in submission whenever she cornered him before he rushed to his room in shame. Or maybe it was just his fat, juicy ass that clearly needed a cock stuffed inside it.
Her balls flexed at the thought of breeding him – a fantasy that she’d been jerking off to before bed in the recent nights. She heard the many groans of disappointment and frustration from across the hallway, grumbling at how they lost the rights to claiming his virginity. Breoana smiled, spreading her palm into the shape that made her win. Paper. You always won with paper.
Breona heard a whine from beyond the door – a sweet, little mewl which was almost enough for her to cum right then and there. She decided to calm herself, thinking to play the long game with the femboi before she keyed in his door as it opened with a click. The scent of freshly opened doritos and cheetos wafted around her nose as she walked inside.
Comparing Willow’s room with Sam’s, she knew that his was significantly larger despite being the son. Another reason as to why Sam was always so jealous of her brother. She let out a sigh as she loved her friend with all her might but sometimes, you had to pity the boy as well.
“W-Why are – How did you get in?” Willow muttered in shock. He clearly remembered locking the door behind him.
Breona checked the boy before her. Oh, he was beautiful. Even looking at him from the front, the only masculine thing about him was his short, cocoa-colored hair. She preferred longer hair as it made for great handlebars but oh well, this style made him appear like an innocent, cute little fairy anyway so it didn’t really matter. Her eyes travelled down his body.
He’d been dressed in nothing but an oversized white T-shirt as he sat on his gaming chair, his thick legs tucked in before his chest. Then, when her eyes laid upon the apparent swell of his hips even through his shirt, her jeans felt a little too tight. He was perfection and more to women like her.
There was a time Breoana thought she could herself back. Now, she wasn’t as stupid.
“On your knees,” Breona growled.
Willow’s expression sharpened into a glare. “What the fuc-Hngh?!”
Breona had walked the distance and forced him down, kicking away his chair as it slid to the corner of his room.
“Hey, that’s a rare series! Be gentle with it!” Willow screamed, trying to get up but found it impossible due to the inhumane strength of Breona’s grip. He saw the look on her face and the bulge on her jeans. “W-what are you going to do with me?”
Wrong move. He shouldn’t have asked such a teasing question like that. Breona gripped onto his soft locks of chestnut hair, forcing him up so that he stood at his full height – barely above her breasts and saw how flushed his face was when he stared upon her boobs. A growl left her lips as she leaned down to force his lips into a kiss, her free hand wrestling with the waistband of her jeans.
“Mmph!” Willow moaned into their kiss. His face blossomed into a huge blush. This was his first kiss – a kiss that he’d remember for the rest of his life. And, it’d been taken from him by a dark-skinned goddess who had rather questionable plans with him.
Breona on the other hand was leaking serious precum. The way he was avoiding her eyes in embarrassment and how his soft lips felt on hers, were all helping her reach an orgasm quicker than she thought. From just a damn kiss.
Willow quickly snapped back to reality, realizing that if he didn’t stop her right now, he’d be losing more than just his first kiss. He didn’t know how a woman like Breona had a cock but he didn’t care at the moment as all that was on his mind was to run the hell away from that thing.
With all the force he could muster, he pushed himself away from her lips and fell back onto his butt. His chest heaved with each heavy breath he took, tears in his eyes as he gently touched his lips. Looking up, he saw that Breona wasn’t any better – her eyes glazed with lust, her lips into a scowl as if mocked that he dared pull away from their kiss, chest heaving with frustration.
He tried to get up, to walk – to do anything that would put him in a far away place from this.. this beast! But his arms and legs felt like noodles. His brain still stupefied and turned to soup from the most amazing kiss of his life. Well, the only kiss of his life really.
Watching how Willow looked so weak and feeble, moving around like a newborn fawn stroke the flame inside her. She sauntered over to his kneeling figure, kicking apart her offending jeans as his eyes widened when he saw how her she-cock pushed against her black boxers.
“That felt fucking amazing. But,” She wagged her cock side to side. “Something else needed attention. You going to help me with it or do I need to force it out of you?”
Now tears were falling down his cheeks. “Pleas-please Breona. Please don’t do this.”
A shiver ran down Breona’s spine as her cock throbbed. “Keep begging. It’s just going to make me harder.”
“You have two choices. One, you give my big girl a tongue bath with those fuckable lips of yours and make it wet. Or,” She rubbed her cock, smearing her precum all over. “I fuck that fat ass of yours dry.”
Willow stifled a sob. “P-please don’t d-do this. I-I’ll scream!”
That made Breona laugh. “Go ahead. I’ll wait. But before you do, just think. Who do you think gave me the key to your room?” When Breona saw the look of realization and crestfallen he got at his sister’s betrayal, she could no longer wait for his answer.
She crouched slightly, positioning her big, black cock at his nose, spreading her powerful musk over his senses before peeling her foreskin back.
“I-it stinks!” Willow whined, cringing at the powerful smell of dried pee and aged cum. He tried to pull his face away from the lava-hot cock but her powerful hand at the back of his head kept him in place.
Breona took a sick sense of joy when he insulted her cock. For all the prissy shit Gloria liked to say, she wasn’t wrong about Breona. She loved marking her territory and prey with her scent just like this. It just felt so good. She tried to fuck past his mouth but his lips were tightly pressed shut. It felt good just smearing her precum over his lips like this but she wanted more.
So she squeezed his nose shut, forcing him to part his lips. She grinned. “Open wide.”
“Wa-wai – Grhg?!” Willow was immediately forced six inches of her thick meat slab.
“Oh fuckkk. Your throat pussy’s so fuckin tight, bitch,” Breona closed her eyes and moaned. She let a hand rest on his head as the other played with her nipples. She paused for a moment to take in the sight of his tear-stricken eyes rolled up to his skull as his mouth bulged obscenely with the girth of her head. “Aight, that’s enough rest. Get to suckin. I’m going to fuckin breed you tonight, bitch.”
Willow obeyed her, seeing the hard look of lust on her face. At first, his tongue was careful, tentatively licking and poking around this hot, hard flesh in his mouth. He had never sucked cock before and the only visual experiences he could mimic were the ones he saw from porn…and how he’d like having his cock sucked. A moan from Breona told him that he was doing a good enough job.
The taste of salt and flesh spread throughout his taste-buds, dominating his senses with the powerful musk of Breona. Soon enough, he relaxed. His eyes cloudy and dazed, he started to really work on the job, sucking in a couple inches deeper like a natural.
“Oh, wow. I can’t – ugh – I can’t – fuuck -,” Breona closed her eyes shut from the pleasure. “Your tight little throat feels so good..” She was starting to drool from how velvety his throat was.
“Fucking boy bitch!” Breona growled, clamping down on his hair. “I always knew you were a little slut. Fuck! My black cock’s gonna ruin you for other cocks, slut.”
Willow’s eyes widened, snapped out of his reverie as his mouth was stretched wide. Breona didn’t want to play gentle anymore as she forced an orgasm out of his mouth, rutting in and out of his hot throat as her large balls slapped against his chin.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Breona fumbled with his hair. “Those pretty, little white lips deserve to choke on my black cock. Every white boy should get fucked by a black girl like me at least once in their life. What do you think, white boy?”
Willow couldn’t even hear most of Breona’s racial supremacist words over the pounding of the blood in his head as he was made to choke on a cock far too big for his poor, little mouth.
Breona laughed. “Mm. What a good little white boy.” She lightly slapped his engorged cheeks before holding a powerful grip on his pretty head. “You’re fucking mine, white bitch.”
Immediately, Breona went feral. Her hips turned into a blur, forcing her big black cock down his throat – ignoring that spit and slaver sputtered out of his throat as he gagged from her dominating approach. Willow was pushing at Breona’s powerful thighs to free himself but she was too strong – two of his hands wouldn’t even be able to wrap around one of her thighs. Her big, black cock sawed in and out as she just started to fuck away, grunting and slamming at her face, balls slapping against his chin. He tapped at her thighs, opening his teary blue eyes and looked up at Breona – an attempt, a plea for her to stop.
Unfortunately, it only made it that much hotter for Breona. Breona let out a deep growl before she wrapped both of her hands on the back of his head and pushed forward, bottoming out his throat. “I’m going to cum inside you. A load of black cum right down your white throat. Fuuuck.”
Her warm cum flooded his mouth. For a moment, he forgot to breathe which only made his throat squeeze onto his rapist’s cock who let out an appreciative growl of pleasure. From peeking between his lashes, he could see her balls flexing up, pumping out more and more cocksnot down his throat.
The both of them froze in time. Breona arching her back, leaning her upper torso on his head as her hips gently thrusted into the comfort of his mouth. Willow, on the other hand, froze in his kneeling position, trying his best to swallow her cum and not drown in it. He gagged a bit, shooting out some remains of loopy, stringy she-cum out his nose and onto Breona’s pubes but she only found it hotter.
Breona pulled her hips back, reluctantly reeling out her big, black cock from within his velvety confines as her knees were buckling from the pleasure. She stroked her cock lazily, aiming the last bits of her nut over his face, as the last few ribbon of cum splattered against his palate, and the rest rained down on her face as she smugly smiled in pride, her semen splattered all over his face, forcing him to close his eyes. Once she was completely spent, she sagged in place, panting and weary from raping her newest little white slut.
She heard a couple of notifications from the group chat, all three of them asking how it went as she simply took out her phone, grabbing a pic of him with a satisfied proud smile on her face. He was good, far better than the loose boy-whores she was used to dealing with and came faster than she ever did – and she didn’t even touch his juicy-looking ass!
He was good enough for her to start developing a possessive feel for him, to simply make him her little white slut and not have to share with the other two who were definitely anxious to take a bite out of this delicate treat right now.
She smiled. Well, even if they did try him out, he’d eventually just come back to her since he’d tasted black cocks now and everyone knew white boys loved black futa cocks. “You’re mine now, whore.”