Pulling Favors

In the heart of Seattle on an October weekend, a buzzer goes off at the door to a highly luxurious apartment in the metropolitan area. Awaiting its call inside was a young man of distinctly Japanese descent, surrounded by furniture and ornamentation to further indicate so.

“Mr. Kuroki,” a doorman spoke through a small speaker on the wall, “Miss Rebecca Hopkins is here to see you.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right. Send her up,” a young man answered the call.

As a recent high school graduate and the son of highly successful Japanese tech executives working in the United States, Mokuba Kuroki had begun to work his family connections in both the education and business worlds, having enrolled at the university in hopes of reaching his parents’ level of income and influence. Now a few months short of his nineteenth birthday, the attire of this young Asian male was a pressed and proper white business suit but this contrasted his jet-black hair that hair he grew out long and unruly. Despite this, he remained home alone, as was common with a family involved in such high-level work, but that suited him just fine as he awaited his incoming guest from a lavish executive chair. Upon hearing a knock and giving his approval to open the door, a female close to his age dressed in the attire of an elite college student with a pink coat, white tie, small reading glasses, and purple skirt stepped into the room.

“Rebecca,” the privileged student greeted his visitor, “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Save the small talk,” she found herself a seat.

“Not even a hello?

“What’s the need? You already know why I’m here.”

The one who had come out to see Mokuba was his acquaintance in academia at the local campus for the University of Washington, the overachieving Rebecca Hopkins. Only weeks older than him, the blond-haired, blue-eyed, moderately curvy, almost stereotypically American girl had done quite well for herself. While Mokuba had been riding through life on money, Rebecca had become his classmate at university through sky-high grades and scholarships. Her greater track in life had already been largely laid out for her, but her business today concerned more recent events as she took her seat in a smaller chair across from him.

“Now, now, no need to be like that, I just wanted to talk a little first. We are friends, aren’t we?

“In a certain way, I suppose. You were a big help on that first group assignment,” she rolled her eyes.

“Darn right, I was,” Mokuba elaborated, “Can’t believe a girl with a GPA over 4.0 would so carelessly spill a soft drink over her laptop the night before the due date. I just happen to know the right people to get such a thing replaced as quickly as possible.”

“Yeah, you sure are loaded, aren’t you?” Rebecca noted, “Plus it would’ve been bad for your grade as well if I wasn’t able to finish my part of the presentation, right?”

“Now, now, no need for that,” he tried to ease the tension, “The time and money is no big deal, I simply happen to have good connections. I just thought having you over would be enough to call us even.”

“Well you do have a nice place here,” the college girl took in her surroundings, noticing distinctly Japanese decor around the living room which included small bonsai oak trees and an exquisitely sheathed katana on the wall, “Were you born in Japan?”

“Almost, my mother moved here while she was pregnant with me. I’ve got dual citizenship though. Some politicians might call me an anchor baby.”

“Oh please, they only care when the person in question is poor,” the student rolled her eyes, “Honestly, you’re so privileged that it amazes me you still don’t have a girlfriend that you’d have me over alone like this.”

“It’s not for a lack of interest,” Mokuba clarified, “It’s more due to general compatibility issues.”

“Compatibility issues?” his guest raised an eyebrow.

“Sexual compatibility to be blunt. None of my high school girls managed to click with me in bed. We tried, but I could tell that it simply wasn’t working.”

“Oh, I see,” a realization seemed to come to her, “That’s why you started doing that.”

“Doing what?” he blinked.

“Stuffing a little something extra in those dress pants,” Rebecca noted the outline on his groin, always present in class but now obvious in a way that it would be spotted even by those who were not deliberately looking for it, “It’s a simple way to get people a little interested in you before you even propose doing anything with them.”

“What makes you think that?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“I understand Japanese guys average out on the smaller side but I think it’s somewhat tragic and cruel that it’s interfered with your ability to develop a healthy sex life.”

“What? That’s what you think?”

“Sorry but you overplayed your and overcompensated a bit too much,” she eyed him over again, “That bulge is looking just a bit too hefty to come off as authentic.”

“Is that so?” Mokuba sensed an emerging opportunity.

“Y-Yes?” Rebecca caught some worrying vibes emanating from his creeping grin.

“Well, that’s more than a little insulting. If you’re going to make such bold generalizations like that, why not directly verify it first?”

“How?”

“How about you unzip me a bit and take a look for yourself?”

“Huh? That’s ridiculous!” she scoffed.

“Why? Do you just get to make borderline racist accusations, and I get no chance to rebut them?”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Then give me a chance to defend myself,” he proposed much more seriously than before.

“Forget it,” she suddenly changed her tune, “I can only blame myself for making assumptions off of ethnic stereotypes, but it still doesn’t feel right to me, trying to get your pants off when I barely know you.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you a bit” he rose from his chair, “That said, why not come with me to check out somewhere where it will feel more right instead? This was actually what I was planning to show you next before we got off-topic.”

Ushering her to follow his lead, Mokuba led his guest out of the living room and around the corner towards the bathroom which he revealed to be directly styled after a Japanese bathhouse with both an area for sitting in a sauna and bathing.

“Now THIS looks expensive,” Rebecca needed a moment to take it all in.

“Shared nudity isn’t as big a deal in eastern cultures as it is around here,” the Asian boy explained, “Would you care to let off some steam with me here instead?

“Wellllllll…” the varying sources of temptation bore down on her, “Maybe just a little bit.”

Mokuba immediately went on ahead of her into the bathroom while Rebecca looked for the best place to take off her clothing before going in. Upon being asked, her host was kind enough to hand her a towel to wrap around herself before going into the room where he was already waiting around the steaming sauna.

“Looking good, Rebecca,” Mokuba patted the wooden bench by his side for her to join him.

“You too…” was all she could murmur, “You too…”

The boy sat with his own towel tucked around his waist but it left little to nothing to her imagination. A bulge protruded from his groin no less than the size of her fist. It instilled a little self-consciousness in her regarding how her own towel clung around the shape of her chest and hips, Still, he said nothing regarding her obvious noticing of the protrusion in question, but his eyes were obviously following along with where hers were looking.

“Don’t know why you seem so surprised,” he played coy, “I wouldn’t come in without a towel while you’re still wearing one.”

“Yeah, thanks…” she tried to tune out his presence and focus more on the steam against her skin.

Having gotten accustomed to the chilling air of autumn in the Pacific Northwest, the simmering humidity of the miniature onsen was much more soothing to Rebecca than she had anticipated. She even wondered if coming in regularly could be why Mokuba’s chest turned out to be so much leaner than she would have expected. Not exactly muscular but any trace of excess fat was seeming burned away. On her end, this only contributed to how the steam sizzled away at not only her stress but her lingering sense of reservation and inhibition. Mokuba’s eyes seemed to be taking a rest as he grew quite relaxed himself and drew her to look over his body more closely, temporarily freed from the pressure of his gaze judging her.

“It’s hard to believe you’d have compatibility issues with anyone when you can pull them into a place like this,” Rebecca spoke up.

“No matter what, it always fell apart after the towels came off,” he replied nonchalantly.

“So you normally are nude in here?”

“Naturally, as that is what’s most natural.”

“Why aren’t you now then?”

“You still seem uncomfortable with it. I can respect your cultural norms as you do mine.”

“B-But I mean you can if you want,” she began to stammer, “I mean… if you want to…”

“I guess this towel definitely feels a bit tight on me,” the boy raised a finger to his lip.

With her stare creeping back down to his waist, Mokuba chose that time to release just enough of his still teenage libido to cause his bulge to make a noticeable jump, visibly enlarging and squirming underneath the material. The girl was too astute for the message to be lost on her as she virtually froze in place.

“What’s wrong?” he now wore a fully devious smile during this momentary pause.

“…So, you’re for real then,” she flatly cut to the chase.

“As real as anyone has ever been.”

“And your ex-girlfriends?”

“Too big for them. Much too big,” he clarified.

“So then… I’m still allowed to take it out, right?” Rebecca inquired.

“Hm?”

“So… earlier you said I could take it out to have a look,” she reminded him, “Does that offer still stand?”

“I can tell you’re sincere now. I was just having a little fun. It’s not necessary,” he handwaved her away.

“Yeah but…,” the university girl stated with some trepidation, “You’ve got me kinda curious now.”

‘I have no reason to retract my proposition if that’s how you feel…” he decided, “But that means you have to come and take it out if you really mean it.

Both parties reveled in what had become so heated between them so quickly as she cautiously made her approach. Starting with a hand on his thigh, Rebecca took her sweet time fishing out and freeing his manhood, probing the fabric for anything seeming less than genuine and testing out a few other theories still lurking in her head. Her facial expressions as she went through the motions were all the entertainment that Mokuba needed until she finally tugged his meaty member out from his towel. She was too professional about it to give off any outward expressions of shock, but Mokuba could interpret what her muted reactions really represented within her brain.

“All of this and barely even hard,” his squishy appendage still provided more than a fistful for her to hold, “I thought maybe you had already popped a boner but…”

“You have to work it a bit more than before for that,” he declared. “But it’s all on you now. I’m grateful that you humored me as it is.”

“Sorry but I only have a few high school flings under my belt,” Rebecca grumbled, “I’m limited in my expertise in how to handle a man or what arouses you.”

“Yeah, this is the part where the compatibility issues typically come up,” the teen reflected, “I mean this was all back in high school, and I still haven’t stopped growing yet.”

“Really?” she gawked.

“Here,” I’ll show you he rose from his seat, giving his member a daunting moment to hang at eye level with her.

Scurrying off to his room and back, Mokuba quickly returned with a series of tape measures, each with markings varying in the range from five to over eight inches.

“Are these what I think they are?…” she ascertained their purpose in moments.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I’ve been privately tracking my growth more or less”

“The numbers here say you started when you were fourteen.”

“Yeah, I watched my first porn video then. The girl acted so impressed by the dude’s dick and I didn’t get it since my own looked bigger to me. After that, I started to do the research.”

“You were over six inches heading into high school.”

“Yeah, I thought it was great and imagined losing my virginity like in one of those Pornhub vids but it never quite went that smoothly,” Mokuba rubbed the back of his head, “I went into senior year at eight inches and couldn’t get in halfway before it got awkward.”

“No surprise,” she remarked, “Says here you were packing six inches in girth as well then.”

“And that was the point I lost interest in keeping up. Never bothered doing one for eighteen and I’ll be nineteen in mere weeks so…”

“Same here, actually” she looked up at him, “But that means there’s still time, right?

“Yeah but…” he was about to object before catching the hint, “Oh, never would’ve figured you to be all that into big dicks, Rebecca.”

“Call it my intellectual curiosity,” she laughed uncomfortably, “I mean, I made erroneous assumptions about you before based on your ethnicity. Shouldn’t I seek to better educate myself?”

“If that’s what you call it. Be warned that my name can be taken to mean Wooden Horse in English,” he suppressed a laugh, “It’s fine with me, but please don’t get me too worked up.”

“I’ll try my best,” she readied the tape measure

Starting slow, she prepared him for a simple, flaccid measurement, but, from the moment she grabbed it to hold up, Rebecca knew for certain that Mokuba’s resting size in her hand was already greater than any erect penis she had ever encountered.

“Six and a quarter inches soft,” she read, “Already superior to even the highest erect averages.

“Yup, still growing,” he sighed as she finalized her calculation, “by nearly half an inch since last time.”

“And now erect,” Rebecca steeled herself for the real work.

“Well, if you want to see that, you’re going to have to work it around a little bit.”

“Seems like you’ve started without me,” she noticed it stretching out towards her face.

“Yeah… maybe I find you to be just a bit cute playing with my dick like that,” Mokuba was forced to admit.

“I’ll take that as a compliment and be thankful for the convenience,” the college girl was pleased with how his ascension had already gotten started.

Getting started with her hands, he didn’t have to get much larger than he already was to be able to accommodate both of them. Being up so close Rebecca found herself becoming equally impressed with his manhood’s odor as well as its size. It brought back memories of a certain treatment she had only tried once before on a piece of meat nowhere near as appetizing as this. Calming her nerves and using a hand to support the base, she only needed a second’s hesitation to will herself to pop the top half of his shaft into her lips. She took his expansion in her mouth accelerating to a greater rate than anything she had ever expected as a positive sign at least. He hummed in delight from her but never lost the smirk that she took as a personal symbol of dominance towards her. Instead, it was the grin on her face that was wiped off quite literally as his girth swelled against her jaw to a degree that she had never practiced for. She stubbornly tried to force her way through it but the pressure forced her to pull herself off of his dick before her jaw dislocated altogether. Mokuba was a tad irritated by the slight scraping his dick got from her teeth but the taste of victory more than made up for it.

“Hey now, no biting,” Mokuba playfully scolded her while she tried to regain her breath.

“Keep that up and I’ll bite it clean off,” she remained defiant until she got her first unobstructed view of just what it was she was trying to force her mouth around, “Should be plenty ready to measure now though.”

“Not to sound ungrateful for the kind treatment but this is still just a semi for me. I can still get a good deal harder,” he informed her as her true surprise finally became too much to properly suppress.

“Bullshit, how is that not a full erection by now?” she weakly objected

Rebecca found her swiftly rebuffed by Mokuba’s loins tensing up and continuing to freely expand right before her eyes, fueled by his fresh excitement at her eagerness yet helplessness and evoking images in her mind beyond even the mightiest men she had looked up online.

“How is that even possible?…” the university girl stared in shock

“Okay, I admit it. Watching desperately try and fail to handle my dick like that is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Mokuba spread his legs fully to give his loins the space they now warranted, “You at least gave it your best effort which is more than can be said for most of the others. Before you actually try to measure it properly though, I’ve got something for you to try.”

Shuffling through the breast pocket of his shirt lying on the floor, Mokuba fetched out a condom that Rebecca’s eyes could identify as the largest regularly sold on store shelves. Upon having it handed to her, she could only meekly tear it open to confirm what she feared and what he knew was inevitable. The thin material stretched to its limit just to get over the head and began to show signs of tearing by the time she had rolled it a third of the way down his shaft.

“Damn it,” she gave up before even getting halfway down, “How are you supposed to practice safe sex if this is all the pharmacy has to offer?”

“Yup, I’m special order only now,” he boasted by using his rigid mass to shred the rubber entirely.

“And what do you expect me to do with that… monster,” she bit her lip with frustration masking a new sense of arousal.

“Well, I think it’s at least fair to expect you not to leave me hanging like this. Since we’re lacking any adequate condoms, you could at least jerk me off raw.”

“That’s not fair. You could’ve just as easily ordered some!”

“I was too busy shopping for new underwear to better accommodate that bulge you so rudely pointed out.”

“Fine, just let me go get some better condoms and we can finish up next time.”

“Next time?” he incredulously flexed his burgeoning manhood, “I have a boner now! Do you think it’s remotely easy having a hard-on while hung like this? You can’t imagine what blue balls are like for me. It’s a major reason why I broke off those old relationships”

“Cut me a break here, Mokuba. What am I supposed to do?” his goading wore her down, “I can’t… you’re… I mean it’s too…”

“Too what?” he leaned in an ear

“It’s… it’s too much… you’re too big!” she gave up at last “I’m not ready to deal with that. I’m not one of the floozies who comes in every other week looking for a free meal. I’m just a nerdy girl without any real skill dealing with men.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Mokuba consoled her despite having gotten the forfeit he was all too used to in past relationships, “Lately, I’ve had girls not even willing to try getting their mouth on me. The effort you gave is admirable in its own way.”

“But that’s all I have in me to give.”

“I never said we couldn’t be gentle. That’s just what you assumed you had to do. Just because I have a porn star dick doesn’t mean we have to do it rough like one.”

“I don’t know what else I can try to do.”

“Just start easy and only go as far as you think you can.”

“Will that really be enough?”

“Here, I’ll show you,” the Kuroki boy reached out for her hand.

Taking her wrist, Mokuba guided her hand back to his shaft that was more solid than ever. He surprised her with how he shuddered at the contact, but even more with how he carefully and slowly led her hand up and around his length. No longer consumed with the need to prove herself and finish him off, she could appreciate all the other ways it had matured from before.

“It’s surprising that it can stay so hard while so big,” she murmured.

“Sometimes it is a challenge, but that’s how much you’ve turned me on here,” he released her hand to continue moving independently.

“Really, this much? I didn’t think I was your type. I just got a little good at using my tongue.”

“I get all sorts these days, but you have an appeal that goes beyond a nice pair of tits.”

“Like what?”

“You’re so much feistier than the others, much more inquisi6.”

“Inquisitive how, exactly?”

“Plenty of girls will simply grab my dick, but I can tell you’re studying it even now with how you move your fingers.”

Mokuba stopped talking so that she could refocus on what she had continued to knead him almost subconsciously in her palm. Rebecca remained at a loss for what to say, think, or do, but that only amplified the tension between them as Mokuba’s excitement skyrocketed through the gradual breaking of her prim and proper facade. The entire situation was unlike anything she had ever imagined in her life, yet nowhere in her did she feel truly bothered by it. Her demeanor was primarily one of patience and even some curiosity as he said. While she had been trying to take the lead before, Rebecca was content to now go with the flow to feel out where it was going to lead. The composure she now demonstrated while working her hand along his shaft put Mokuba in position to now be the one impressed with her. Even as the boy himself believed he was as hard as he could get, he could feel himself somehow continuing to expand, lengthen, and widen, and Rebecca could certainly see how he stretched further out towards her.

“Unbelievable, you’re still getting bigger…” she clearly observed.

“So how’s that for a wooden horse?” he growled.

“How much larger can you get?

“Don’t know. I’m still in something of a growth spurt?” he teased, “Weren’t you supposed to be the one to find out?

“Yeah, I really want to.” she couldn’t help but admit.

“To be honest, you’re the first person to have me feeling quite like this. It’s so hard it almost hurts, yet I’m so fired up, that I don’t want it to stop.”

“What do you mean?” she embraced her dirty curiosity more openly.

“I love the stern way you’re staring at it right now,” Mokuba looked into her eyes through her glasses while they remained trained on his dick, “Even after all that trouble, you somehow really do want to see me get bigger, and it makes me want show you how much more I still can grow.”

“It’s certainly a sight to behold,” Rebecca smiled at how his shaft rose just a bit more through her fingers, “But I’m getting a tad impatient here. No matter how sexy you find me, you’ve got to stop at some point here.”

“I never knew I was even capable of getting this excited before you came along,” he confessed with another slight swell in girth, “I can’t remember ever managing to get this hard on my own. I’d love to see what number comes out with you measuring it now.”

Rebecca nodded more confidently than before and started to knead his member in ways aimed at drawing out any latent energy dwelling within. Making full strokes from head to base had it get a little longer with each completed motion. Kneading the softer areas would bring about a thickening that would pry back at her fingers. It took so much out of his racing heart to support it that Mokuba wondered if he’d end up passing out, but, at that point, Rebecca had settled herself in enough to work up the nerve to stick out her lips and plant a kiss squarely on the glans. This prompted all that he had left of his adolescence to come rushing out all at once to bolster his manhood to a dimension on par with the very best he had ever checked out on an adult video. He could only hope their still youthful bodies would be able to handle it.

“I would’ve arranged for a more proper scientific measurement if I knew I’d be running into something like this. Even so I can safely say that it’s certainly no less than nine and a half inches long and six and three quarters around now,” she analyzed him with a casual run with the measuring tape from earlier, “A dick overqualified for even the internet.”

“Aw man,” he was now the one left stunned, “Guys in my position typically have to pay up for sex, but I might be at the point where people would pay me for a go at this dick.”

“Now, I think It’s more than safe to say that my hands won’t be enough.”

“Yeah, I know it’s a lot to ask you to take all the way but would you at least put your lips around the top,” he was surprisingly considerate.

“Alright,” she licked her lips and went in on him much more well prepared than before.

What she struggled with earlier was out of the question now but she was still able to do what was absolutely necessary and get the glands along with the upper portion of the shaft into her mouth for her to run her tongue along the underside. The spike in sensitivity that accompanied this level of arousal was made immediately apparent like how even a basic look could elicit a shudder from him. The flavor obtained a fresh zest that she had never spotted before or at the very least never properly appreciated. The movements of her tongue that were designed to hit him where he would feel blessed we’re now aimed at sampling and savoring the new taste in greater detail. She soon wound up taking the head out of her mouth so that she could run her tongue along the entirety of his member.

“Oh fuck, Rebecca,” he shuddered as she went at him like an ice cream cone, “When did you find it in you to do it like that?”

“If I’m the only one who can make you this big then I have to be the one to see what you can really do when you’re fully aroused,” she squeezed the top and licked the bottom, “You did say I was the only one, right?”

“Yeah,” he somehow still felt the urge to grow even more excited and hardened in her grip to a nigh impervious degree, ” I couldn’t even deal with this on my own anymore. Please, I beg you. Don’t think about stopping.”

“As long as you give me my turn later to do my own study on this beast,” she offered, taking some time to massage his balls that had gone neglected before now.

The rush of energy emanating from his burgeoning manhood combining together with their natural youthful exuberance forced Mokuba to fall all the way back on the bench. His neck and back arch as his head turned upward to release a groan into the air. Rebecca lifted her head to place his glands into her lips once more with both hands tenderizing as much of his meat as they could. By now, she had already had some of his pre-cum leak onto her face and hair, and now had it pooling on her tongue. Now she was handling him more like an ice pop, working hard to squeeze out his succulent juice. Working up the courage to go from a third to a half of him wound up being the final ingredient she needed to trigger his eruption which had increased in virility and volume in direct proportion to his member before. The spurts she was accustomed to now came out in full-on streams far too turbulent for her to take in her mouth. She pulled off before her mouth could overflow completely but pumped her hands all the way through as his excessive release leapt out into the air and rained down on her from above, making its way all over her hair, face, and back. It was a climax that both would remember unlike any they had seen before it.

“How’s that, Mokuba?” Rebecca was just as amazed with him for what he just did as she was with herself for causing it.

“Money can’t buy something like that,” he sat up, still short of breath.

“But it did buy me my new laptop which I’m still thankful for,” she reminded him.

“Of course, of course,” he gradually composed himself until taking a good look at the girl before him coated in his essence, “Oh, wow…”

“What?”

“You might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen right now. My cum really got all over.”

“Ah shit,” Rebecca never realized just how extensively he had coated her with his seed, “Even my glasses.”

Seeing her delicately pull out a cloth to wipe his splooge from her lenses that had already fogged up from the steam was the final straw for him. All of his arousal that had dissipated in his release came flooding right back. His manhood shot back to life as if nothing in the last few minutes that even happened at all only now with an even more urgent need coursing through it.

“Rebecca…” Mokuba sighed just loud enough for her to hear.

“Yeah?” she turned back to him only to get quite the startle when she spotted his member still standing as tall as ever.

“I need you,” he took another deep breath.

“I can see that…” she laughed awkwardly at his erection, “But I already held up my end of the deal.”

“I know but that was just a favor because I helped you before. This time I truly need you,” he emphasized to which she understood but was unsure of how to proceed.

“What? So I need to do that all again?”

“No, that won’t be enough. After seeing what I did on the outside, I need to see what I can do on the inside.”

“You mean… you want to be in me?”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, I did it once with a guy I dated briefly, with a condom, and a lot less meat than you’ve got on you.”

“Please?”

“I don’t know if I can. I can’t conceive that I would be able to after all that it took just to do it with my hands and mouth.”

“But you still want to at least try and see if you can do it? Right?”

She couldn’t deny that the challenge was an enticing one. If could take that then what would there be that she couldn’t take? What would it feel like to be spread open that far and reached into that deeply? All of a sudden, the seat in his lap was starting to look more and more comfortable. Before she realized it, her own juices were trickling out of her skirt and onto her thigh, causing Mokuba’s erection to twitch in delight when he noticed it as well.

“I get to be on top though,” she set her final terms with the horny teen, “I won’t be having you tear me in two with that thing.

“No problem, do it however you like,” he accepted.

Loosening her own body towel was the only bit of preparing that Rebecca still needed to do. While initially bashful towards exposting her C-cup breasts and petite waist, nothing else she felt now compared with the daunting task of taking his beast into her womanhood. She stood from her spot and moved to where she was facing him with his member pointing right up into her, placing her hands on his shoulders for her final bit of mental preparation.

“Damn, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered before finally letting her hips begin to drop.

Her hand reached down to hold Mokuba’s member upright and he watched with wonder as she brought it up to her the moist lips of her pussy. By no means was it their first time, but it might as well have been with how much stretching it took just to get the head in. Getting the first few inches of his swollen, rock-hard, and substantial shaft inside created the image in her mind of a large cucumber penetrating her womanhood.

“Oh God, I really can’t believe I’m doing this,” Rebecca’s voice went up an octave once she got past the quarter mark of his manhood.

“Take it easy. You’re doing fine,” Mokuba encouraged her while mesmerized by the way his member pried open her vagina inch by inch.

“Mmmm, so fucking big, so fucking big…” she bit her lip and repeated while she continued her way downwards once she took in the first half.

Her body almost did finally give out when she got to the last two inches, but Mokuba’s surprisingly thoughtful arms reached around her to support her for the final stretch as she fully planted herself onto his rod and into his lap. Even after amazingly taking in all he had, the feeling of such a behemoth making itself at home within her took a good deal of time and several deep breaths for her to accustom herself to. The new sensation of his flesh being directly bonded with hers was a lot for Mokuba’s mind to adjust to as well.

“Oh… shit… Mokuba… It… It’s like…” she eked out between pants.

“Yeah, it’s something else,” he kept his hands firmly on her back but pulled her a little bit closer.

“It’s… It’s… Ooooooh” one single tremendous shudder rushing through her body seemed to refresh her ability to speak in complete sentences, “It’s almost beyond belief…”

“Yeah, I didn’t think it’d be like this either,” he agreed with a glance into her eyes.

“It’s just so… gargantuan,” she spoke more closely into his ear, “I never fathomed that I would ever have this much cock in me all at once.”

“And I never imagined you would take it all at once,” he gently laughed back at her.

“Oh Mokuba, I don’t even know what to think right now,” she grabbed onto him as he maintained his hold on her, “It’s stretching apart my womanhood so thoroughly that my entire body feels like it’s being filled by it. Every inch feels so monstrous, aching to tear me apart completely, and yet, somehow, it actually feels kind of nice.”

“Really?”

“It’s crazy, I know, but there’s something oddly fulfilling about giving all I have to this mammoth member of yours. It hurt a bit at first, but after a certain point it simply overcame me just what an amazing thing this is to have in me.”

“Well, you have me feeling pretty nice too. I mean, it might as well be my first time right now,” Mokuba confessed.

“Yeah, mine too,” Rebecca agreed.

“Yeah but not just that. I was thinking that it’s also been a long time since I felt like I had enough room down there,” Mokuba clarified.

“Oh?”

“It’s not easy. I mean it’s fun to gloat about, but my pants have only been feeling more and more restrictive and I always ended up forcing it so much with the other girls I dated. This is the first time since these growth spurts kicked in that I really feel comfortable, you know, like I have enough space to just… let it out,” he confessed.

“Ooooh,” she felt herself become even more at ease with him, “Well, it’s so rigid that it’s kind of just doing what it wants in there, but that hardness feels really good too.”

“And your pussy is super soft, warm, and mushy. Slipping into it feels so natural for me,” he even started to blush, “It’s great. Thanks, Rebecca.”

Even as deeply connected as they were, for some reason a kiss still felt awkward for such an informal relationship, but both found a hug more than appropriate for the moment. The intimate exchange of thoughts inspired Rebecca to make her first motions since reaching the base of his shaft. They were only light rocks of her hips but each tiny plunge onto his manhood offered a more electrifying spark than the one before. Its shape was more deeply ingrained in her mind each time his head brushed against her cervix with her awareness of his more minute features increasing in clarity aided by the slick coating of her juices tenderly applied along his length by the lips of her furtherly aroused vagina. His hands seemed to make their way lower down her back in proportion to the rising heat between them. So much so that she undid and fully discarded the towel that still hung loosely over her shoulders.

Oh fuck, you’re really taking the whole thing,” Mokuba let out a gasp, “I’ve never had it being squeezed all at once like this before.”

“You certainly aren’t making it easy for me,” she huffed, “Always using a rubber thoroughly failed to do justice to this incredible texture. That fat head of yours is scraping me so much that going any faster might make me lose it.”

“Then at least let me feel a little more of you,” he used his hands resting on her waist to guide her into longer strokes.

Wait, wait, shit!” the sudden change in his motions introduced more new sensations into her mind than she was ready to handle at once, “Oh fuck, Mokuba!”

“How’s that?” he was now going in and out about a third of the way with his member.

With her mental faculties momentarily disrupted, her body resorted to making its more natural responses to him. Her vaginal walls began tightening on his erection in random, frantic intervals. It appeared to be a way of indicating he was too much for her yet only served to invite her to go even farther. He mustered all of his self-control to keep himself from going any harder before she was ready again, but all of that pent-up desire only made its way straight into his member, solidifying and bloating it into a distinctly erotic new shape for her womanhood to contend with which it did with a fierce climax. The boy paused to experience the waves of orgasm crashing over her, both in how he could see her body quivered all over and he could feel it all coming down on his manhood. It was all a shock like he had never known.

“Did you just… cum?” he murmured to stunned surprise.

“Yeah, I think so,” Rebecca had slumped back but pulled herself back up with the help of his shoulders

“Wow, that’s actually a bit of a first for me, having a girl cum right on my dick.”

“Hm?” still re-gathering her strength.

“I’ve always been too much for them before I finish, but you really did it.”

“Uh-huh, I guess I did,” she confirmed.

“You’re pretty amazing, Rebecca,” he gave her a refreshed grin. His erection suddenly had a new sense of pride emanating from it that had her eyes springing back to life.

“Damn, how does that body of yours have a heart strong enough to keep such an enormous dick this hard and have it throbbing so much all over? It’s like a jackhammer in my belly,” Rebecca was taken aback by his renewed and even further enhanced vigor, so much so that she blurted, “How am I ever supposed to go back to my vibrator?!”

“So, I’m better than a vibrator?” Mokuba seized on her gaffe

“So much better!” she didn’t even attempt to deny it

“Thanks, you’re a lot better than any toy too,” he cradled her, “I outgrew my fleshlight too, you know. Couldn’t even get in halfway before.”

“I think I can manage at least that much for you since I came first.”

“Sounds like we have a new arrangement then,” he announced.

“Huh?”

“I don’t mind letting you have some fun with this cock of mine if you ever happen to be feeling frisky. This pussy of yours will make it more than worth it on my end.”

“Well, I guess I probably won’t ever be casually finding a subject like this on the street or in a science book,” Rebecca noted the outline of his penis within her still extending upwards and past her navel, “I suppose I still have a lot I could stand to learn here.”

“So? Still friends?”

“Just a little more than, actually,” she was finally primed to begin moving again.

Rebecca promptly re-assumed her prior pace without his assistance. There was still some visible strain to it with every ounce of excitement from his manhood running through her each time she went up and back down to the base, but she was able to remain smooth and consistent with her motions. Her next challenge came when Mokuba began to add in his own movements. He was past the point where he could keep his hips completely still in his seat and the continued pressure of her vaginal walls bearing down on his erection was soon accompanied by some increasingly ferocious twitching from him.

“It really is like a wild animal,” she moaned, “Rampaging against all of my most sensitive areas. Fuck, I love it.”

“Because you don’t let up even when I’m about to explode. If I made you cum once, I have no qualms about making you cum twice.”

“Not until you finally cum.”

“Even if it’s inside you?”

“It’ll be our new contract with each other.”

“Seems like a binding agreement to me.”

In accordance with her promise just earlier, Rebecca pushed herself to get her hips humping along a solid half of his length, maybe even a bit more. Her canal opened itself to accept a ravaging more intense than ever. Now, the bulbous glans she had become enamored with was alternating strikes against her G-spot and cervix. Each time she bottomed out had a healthy thump to it with his lust testicles brushing against her when he gently bucked his own hips in rhythm with hers. His hands drifted from her waist to her hips to provide a little bit of lateral movement that he was yearning for. Sporadically, he would feel a tightening around his base that would creep its way up her walls and along his shaft, concluding with a tense squeeze of his head at the end of her passage. In all, it had been way, way too long since Mokuba could revel in being enveloped like this, and it was an even more spectacular sensation than any he could ever remember.