ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ.
There is something unrelenting about the way he thrusts his cock into me. He holds me and makes me fuck back. I moan at how entitled he is regarding my pussy. It blooms around him and yearns him to continue. Veins, blood, and flesh — swollen to perfection. A bulbous head plumbing my depths. His balls colliding into me, reminding me that mine are gone. Reminding me I have already forgotten what it felt like to have them.
ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ.
It was a couples weekend, all-exclusive — much needed after a hellish finals week at our university. The fact I took gender pills helped us get 50% off. How did we decide it was me? I lost at FIFA. We had enjoyed a long day out yesterday before returning to our hotel. The tension was palpable in the elevator of the hotel. The cool air condition blowing all around us. Blowing over my long hair and up my skirt. My panties clung tightly to me. They clung because I was wet. We were going back to our hotel room. And we were going to fuck. He looked me up and down. And I stood there and let him. My panties had soaked through. Little drops of my new juices ran down my inner thighs. My lips were syrupy and sweet, budding and buldging in the crotch of my underwear.
ɢᴏᴅ, ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ. . .
It takes a minute for it to sink in. It takes a minute to really feel it. Penetration is part acquired taste, part freight train. I tried to rationalize how quickly my panties came off. How quickly I fell to my knees. He told me he couldn't believe how tight was. He told me he loved my pussy. "Oh fuck, Parker, I love your pussy." He rooted in, using my lubrication, searching to spread me more and move deeper. Eventually he was successful.
ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪᴍ. ꜰᴜᴄᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇꜱᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ.
I cast a glance at the mirror behind me. He had reached a rhythm and little cooing moans were now escaping my throat every time his cock neared my cervix. I was stretched around him, stuffed full, and being fucked. I couldn't look long in the mirror. It was too surreal. I felt like I had the biggest erection of my life but when I flexed my muscles the feeling grew fainter, melting around his cock. I squeezed again — still fainter. I was no longer well-hung. I was cut smooth and wrapped around him. He held me and fucked me.
ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ?
I leaned forward and let him slip out — it was a maddening sensation of delight and loss, for he had rewritten my needs in the short time he was inside of me, and I knew where cock belonged now. I needed him there again. Immediately. I couldn't explain it. Still I fought myself and settled my pussy into his lips for their attention. He tongue spread me, to tease, but I wanted to play for awhile and reconsider the cock that had been inside of me. To taste myself from it's length. The reluctance I had about his cock had vanished. I had thought about it all day, in terror, knowing it was in his jeans. Knowing he might find me attractive. Now, like most fears, I realized my concerns were unfounded. Cock was my favorite now. And when it was covered in the sweetness of my pussy, it was a delicacy. I remembered Joel had said his ex Anne never wore lipstick. And she was bad at sucking cock. I'm not going to be.
ᴏʜ ɢᴏᴅ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ!
Fuck, I look good in the mirror. I like that I can sit back and let him do the work. He's eager and I know he likes the view. I can't blame him. Though I can't fathom how he lasts so long. Fuck — his hand on my tummy. There's something so primal about it showing up there. We didn't pack protection for the trip. This wasn't a consideration. I like feeling him. There's an intimacy I hadn't realized. There's nothing more profound than skin on skin, his cock inside. I balance the arches of my feet on his knees and let him thrust inside of me. And I look at the mirror and wonder what my dad and brother's would think if they could see me. It makes me flex my thighs back. I want to be spread. Because I look a bit like mom. I really do. He puts his hand back on my tummy. I can feel converted balls — my ovaries — still sore inside of me from the change.
ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍ. ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.
It was around 4pm. The day was young and he was about to come. We lay together and I hooked my leg around his. I pulled myself close to his softening cock as we lay there. I had to feel the disparity of my flat crotch against him. We fucked again, until we were hungry. Then we had a rushed dinner in town. He held the door for me. He paid for dinner. Had he forgotten who I was? I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to interrupt the new air between us. He hailed a cab and held me close. Then he fingered me in the elevator and carried me back to bed.
ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ. ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ.
"This has been fun, but we need to leave it here. In tonight." "I agree." I nodded. "I'm glad. Now. . . come in my mouth. I want one final taste." He liked that. I could see echoes of Anne in his eyes, her mindless neglect. There would be no neglect in the bed we shared. Not tonight. I took my time and let him enjoy it and when his eyebrows and moans signaled his explosion I didn't change my pace. I took him all the way, and savored every last drop.
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ʀᴇʟᴜᴄᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ.
I guess we both slept on it. I guess he decided my decision was rash. My body and how he treated it sung one clear tune. He was in charge. I was his to fuck. We both knew it. So when he peeled my panties away in the morning I didn't move. It was clear what he wanted.
ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
A night of sex had provided me an education, and also a rapport. My pussy was growing familiar with Joel's cock — what he liked, what made him well. My pussy's kiss is hard to fight. It's clinging and tight and yearning and in no time he's there. I'm working on finishing moves. Sometimes I just want to make my man come.
ᴏʜ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋ! ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ.
I look in the mirror. I look at my form, positively transfigured. I imagine myself in a beautiful dress. I imagine my dad walking me down the aisle. I know Joel will be nice and let my brother's be in the groom's party. It's nice to feel it: like I'm owned. He fingers me while I go down on him and I wish everyone could. see. Oh, I like my thoughts of the men in my life, me included, left at the alter. And Joel walking me away. Joel is my man now. My pussy craves him. Who will your pussy crave?ᴏʜ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋ! ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ.
"ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ."
"ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ."
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