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She Has a What?!

By: MatthewVett



"Roommate needed immediately! Local student looking for roommate. Must be nonsmoker and have no pets. Apartment is five minutes' walk from campus and has two bedrooms, one bathroom, hardwood floors, a kitchen, and a living room. Unfurnished. Rent is $400 per month per person, utilities not included. If interested, please call Megan at..."

I studied the poster. I had showed up to campus a few weeks early to get settled in, and was currently crashing with a friend while looking for an apartment. I had figured all the good places had already been taken, but five minutes from campus? That wasn't bad, especially at that price. I didn't think I'd get a better deal... Hey, why not? I took out my cellphone and dialed the number. 

On the fourth ring, someone picked up, followed by a few seconds of muffled shuffling. "Hello? Are you still there? Sorry, I dropped you!"

"I'm still here. Is this Megan?"

"Yes! I'm me! Who is this?"

"Eric. I saw your flyer about a vacancy in your apartment. Is it still available?"

"Yes! Ugh, it's terrible! My roommate was supposed to live with me this year, but then she got engaged so now she's living with her fiancé and now I'm never going to get a roommate and I'm going to have to pay the whole rent by myself and I'll be lonely every day and-"

"Um, I was interested in taking it?" I offered. "Can I come by and take a look at it? I'm on campus now, I can be there shortly."

"You are? That's great! Um, ya, come on over! I'll get dressed and everything. Do you know the address?"

"It's near Temujin's, right?"

"Right across the street from them! Just ring the buzzer when you get here. It's apartment 1227. See you soon, Eric!"

Excitable girl... I wondered what sort of roommate she'd be. Considering my last roommate and I only really said hello to each other about once a month, I figured it couldn't really get worse. I walked to my potentially future home, going over the few clues I had gleamed from our short conversation.

By the time I pressed the buzzer, all I had come up with was that she seemed eager and bubbly. Not bad qualities in a roomie, but I hoped she wasn't going to want to do everything together.

"Megan? I'm here."

The door buzzed and unlocked. "Come on up!" replied Megan from the intercom. "I'll be waiting!"

I took the elevator up and went to knock on the door, but before my fist could connect, the door swung inwards, revealing a tall, slender, blonde. "Hi! Are you Eric?"

"Uh, yes. Megan?"

"Yeppers! Hope I didn't startle you, but I heard your footsteps so I knew you were coming. You walk really loudly, by the way." She swept her arm across the apartment's expanse, showing it off as though it were a surprise birthday gift. "This is the apartment! What do you think?"

I stepped in and looked around. It looked good. Hardwood floors, air-conditioning, TV, couch... I checked out the kitchen and noticed happily that Meg already had pots, pans, and knives. 

"Let me show you the bedroom and bathroom," offered Meg, taking my hand and leading me across the living room. "This is the bathroom."

I peeked in. "Wow, that tub is massive." It was closer in size to a jacuzzi than to a bathtub as I thought of one. 

"Isn't it? That's why I picked this apartment. I just love bubble baths. No better way to relax after a hard day, as I always say!" She giggled. "Hey, that rhymed!"

"That it did... Where's my room?"

"Right here," she said, pointing to the door nearest the bathroom. "Mine is the room next to it."

I glanced into her open doorway. Her bed sheets and pillows were various hues of pink and purple. Arranged in front of her pillows were a few stuffed animals. Her walls were covered in posters, but rather than musicians or movie posters, they were of maps and classic artwork. At least I could approve of that, if not the rest of her design choices.

My own room was currently bare, inhabited only by a desk, a chair, and a queen size bed. It looked perfect. "I'll take it!" I proclaimed.

"Oh my god, really?! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're such a lifesaver! I thought I'd never get a roomie! It had already been three days!"

Three days? So not a patient girl. "How about we go get lunch to celebrate? My treat."

"Awesome! I think we're gonna be good friends, Eric!" she exclaimed, wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we stumbled out through the doorway. 

"I bet..."

Over lunch, we learned more about each other. She was a history major, specializing in Medieval studies, and had grown up in Minnesota. Her family was of Swedish extraction, although she couldn't speak it. She was just eighteen, and starting her first year of college, whereas I was entering my senior year. 

We got along well. We had similar taste in television shows. We both enjoyed video games. She was perhaps more social than I wanted to be, but I was able to get my privacy. We ended up spending quite a few weekends exploring. I showed her some of the mysteries and wonders of the campus: nearly-forgotten basements, ignored museums, and old traditions. It was kind of nice having someone to take care of.

But there were a lot of other things that you really only learn from spending time with each other. I learned that she wasn't very modest...

She seemed to actively dislike wearing bras. It wasn't as though she didn't especially need them; she was quite a lot more than a good handful. But the second she got in the door, she went to her room, and came back out significantly nipplier. Meg was my first female roommate. I wasn't sure whether her behavior was normal, but it was certainly distracting.

I hadn't taken much notice of her as a woman at first, but that changed as day after day we ended up chatting together on the couch, with only a thin shirt covering her ample breasts and a short skirt that only went down to her knees. I didn't think she was doing it on purpose. She just grew up in a small house with a large family. I think she didn't really "get" privacy. 

She certainly didn't take much notice of how much she was wearing. One time, I was watching TV with a friend, Stephen, when she strode out of the bathroom and asked, "Eric, where are the nail clippers?"

I glanced in her direction, replied, "They're not on the counter?" and spit out my coke into my friend's ear.

"What the hell is your dick problem?!" he shouted, before turning towards Meg. Both our jaws dropped.

She stood before us wearing only a towel from the waist down, and only a smile from the waist up. Her wet, blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, stopped just above her pert, round breasts. Her pink nipples were hard and thick. Her skin glistened with dew, and her smile shone like the morning sun. 

"Meg! Naked! Clothes!" I choked out while tackling my friend onto the couch to block his eyes.

She looked down nonchalantly. "Oh, whoops!" She covered her chest with one arm barely. Her breasts were still easily visible above and below it as they threatened to reveal themselves, but at least her pebble-hard nipples were now hidden. "No, they're not there. I looked everywhere in the bathroom for them."

"Let me go!" mumbled Stephen from underneath me. "I want to see!"

"I think they're in my room," I remembered. "Try looking there. And can you borrow one of my shirt's to put on while we have company?"

"Okay, if you insist..." She sullenly walked to my room, allowing her arm to drop. My cock was throbbing beneath my boxers. I knew I'd have to take care of it the second Stephen left. As she walked, her breasts jiggled wonderfully with each step, bouncing jubilantly. I prayed for her towel to fall, but it cruelly failed to do so. 

After that, I couldn't talk to her without being reminded of her amazing body. I had to be careful not to hug her too tightly, lest she realize whither my thoughts were straying. Nevertheless, her calm, friendly, open demeanor defused much of the tension, and it was fairly easy to live with her, so long as I relieved the pressure every so often. And then Halloween happened...

We had come across a Halloween store selling cheap, plastic Viking helmets, those round ones with the horns, and Meg had immediately decided we just absolutely had to go as Vikings together. I even got some Danish mead to bring to the party we were going to attend. We were all set.

But then, a few hours before the party, Meg ran into the apartment, sobbing, and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I heard the water turn on, and decided to wait until she was done before trying to find out what had happened, although I had a guess. She had already been through three boyfriends this semester, and without fail, they broke up with her after just a few dates. I hadn't pried, but my own personal guess was that they were little horn-dogs who dumped her when they realized she wasn't as easy as they might have liked.

The water had been off for a while. I decided to venture out and see whether I could help.

I knocked tentatively on the door. "Nutmeg, can I come in and talk? Are you decent?"

I heard a gasp behind the door, as well as muffled sniffling. "Huh? Ya, sure."

"OK." I walked in. She was in the bath, covered by bubbles. Her glacier-blue eyes were puffy and red. I averted my eyes towards the wall. "Meg, you said you were decent..."

"I am." She looked down at the bathwater. "Ooooh, you meant clothed. No, I'm not clothed. See?" She sat up briefly in the water before splashing back down, just enough time to reveal her bare breasts, covered with suds. 

My pants tightened as I tried to focus on her face. "Is everything OK? Do you want to talk about it after your bath?"

Her head tilted down, she looked up into my eyes and bashfully asked, "Actually, can we talk here? I just feel more comfortable in the bath. Growing up, my family relaxed in the bath together. I guess I just find it calming..."

"Sure." I sat down on the rim of the bathtub. "So what happened?"

"I got dumped..."

"I thought as much. What happened?"

"I couldn't give him what he wanted..." So, I had been right after all, I thought to myself. She looked up at me, her eyes glistening. "How come all guys are the same? They don't like me for me! I can't help who I am..."

"Hey, it's not that bad..." I rubbed her shoulder while guiltily staring down her moist, soapy cleavage. I swallowed and continued. "Lots of people like you. I like you. You're the best roommate I've ever had. No one else watches old black-and-white movies with me like you do. And no one else helps me make truffles! You're a great girl. Smart, sweet, kind..." Amazingly, wonderfully gorgeous, I added silently.

She faintly smiled. "Thanks, Eric. You know just what to say... Is it OK if I stay home tonight? I'm not really in a party mood tonight."

"Of course! We'll do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Will you...will you take a bath with me? Please? I miss having someone..." My face must have turned as red as I felt, because she immediately continued: "Don't be shy! It's fun!"

"I haven't really known you that long, Nutmeg..."

"I haven't known you that long either, and I'm not shy!" she proclaimed, punctuating her statement by raising her chest out of the bubbles.

"I can see that..." I can see everything... Her breasts glistened. They were perfectly formed, perky, firm... The freckles that were so adorable upon her cheeks were simply seductive upon her breasts. Sitting there, so innocent, with her earnest smile and milky body, how could I resist...

"Fine, I'll do it..."

"Yay! Thank you so, so much!"

I took my shirt off over my head and removed my socks. I was about to undo my jeans when I remembered the fact that I currently had a raging hard-on for the girl who was currently watching me. "Um, can you close your eyes for a second?"

"Why so bashful? I've seen a penis before, you know."

"If you don't close your eyes, I won't take a bath with you..." I warned.

"OK, OK..." She clenched her eyes shut, then covered them with her palms. "Happy?"

"Very," I teased, slipping out of my pants and boxers as quickly as I could before sliding into the hot water opposite her. "You can open your eyes now."

She did and grinned. "You're such a great friend! You're the best!" She leaned towards me.

"No hugs right now!" I directed, holding up my hands to keep space between her and my throbbing secret. "Naked time is not hug time."

She pouted, but accepted it. "Isn't this nice?"

I had to admit, I kind of was. "Ya. It's actually pretty relaxing." It had to have been over a decade and a half since my last bubble bath. It was kind of nice, and the tub was roomy enough that we both easily fit without any contact, thankfully.

She sighed deeply, her breasts heaving just beneath the water. "I just don't get how one little thing about a girl can turn guys off so completely. Does everything have to be perfect?"

"Nobody's perfect. If you think someone is, you're probably only seeing a fantasy, and not the real thing," I opined. "The guys you're dating are just immature if they think they can get every ideal in a single real human being. You need to find someone older and wiser.

"Life is too complex for there not to be a few contradictions and special cases. You can't have it all. You just need to find what's important and be willing to compromise otherwise. If you can't compromise, you'll never be happy."

"I wish I could find a guy like that: someone who's willing to see me as a whole package, not just a bunch of parts." She pouted and looked at me from under her bangs like a soaked kitten. Her lower lip was trembling. Even I could take the hint.

I sloshed forward in the water and embraced her. Her arms wrapped tightly around me as she loudly sobbed into my shoulder. I rubbed her back softly, gently, trying to ignore the heavy weight of her breasts against my chest. "Hey, forget about that idiot. We'll have our own party at home. We still have our costumes, right? And I've got a bottle of mead with your name on it. What do you say?"

She wiped the tears out of her eyes and sniffed. "Sounds good," she said, with a weak smile.

"I'll go get things ready. You stay here and relax a bit if you need it," I instructed. I stepped out of the tub, temporarily forgetting my condition. I was instantly reminded by Meg giggling and covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes fixated on me. All I could do was grab my clothes, hastily cover my exposed crotch, and walk backwards out of the bathroom. Well, at least I made her smile, I thought to myself...

I hooked up the television to my laptop, put on my helmet and costume, and got the drinks set up. I initially put out shot glasses, but when Meg saw them, she traded them in for the biggest steins in the kitchen, yelling, "Vikings quaff mead! No shots!" I wondered whether she had started without me...

Finally we were both dressed and ready. Her costume's helmet had long, blonde braids. It was skimpy as you might expect a college girl's costume to be: there wasn't much to it besides boots and a short, fake-leather skirt. If not for the helmet, you'd be hard-pressed to identify her. Not that anyone would have minded. The skirt's low top combined with Megan's assets were nearly enough to ruin the idea of wearing a skirt in the first place. They threatened to overflow her top with an unusually deep breath. She was wearing a bra for once, but by the looks of it, it had to be a push-up, which didn't help my over-active imagination.

We put on Casablanca and drank. We made a drinking game of silly accents, but couldn't stick with it for long if we wanted to end the night alive. As she drank more and more, she became more and more maudlin. By the film's end, her eyes were watery as she blubbered and bemoaned her fate.

"I'll never find a guy like Rick!" she whined, pushing her face into my shoulder while hugging me tightly, a position that forced her cleavage into my view. 

"Hey there, it's OK, Nutmeg." I tried to think of how I had cheered up girls in the past. "Want a backrub?"

She looked up at me and nodded sadly. I gestured for her to offer her back to me, and she did so, continuing her litany. "Everytime I get close to guy, he gets scared off! And it's all my fault..."

"It's not your fault. It's the guy's fault. Why wouldn't a guy want to be with you? You have brains, looks, a big heart, a great personality..."

"A penis..." she mumbled grumpily.

"That's OK. Lots of girls have a...what. Did...did you say...?"

"I have a cock, damnit!" she screamed, throwing her fists into the air. "A dong, a weiner, a dick, a baloney pony; whatever you call it, I've got it! And guys don't want chicks with dicks! I'm gonna be alone forever..."

"Hey, it's not that bad... Even if you have a...that, you're still a great lady."

She punched the couch with both fists and wailed, "And worst of all, I'm always so goddamn horny!"

My cock stirred, rising against her backside. "Well, why don't you, you know, masturbate? That's what I do."

"Um, I don't actually...know...how..."

"What? How can you not know how?"

She looked away as a blush spread across her cheeks. "I just learned how to give blowjobs before handjobs, and after that, guys never complained... No one teaches girls how to masturbate when they have a dick."

"You never explored yourself?"

"I was afraid what might happen... I mean, I have wet dreams sometimes, but that's really it... I need someone to teach me or something," she pondered.

"...I mean...I have experience..." I could hardly believe what I was saying. Was I really offering to teach my gorgeous roommate how to masturbate? Oh god, she must think I'm a pervert...

"Would you really?! Oh thank you thank you thank you!" She turned around and hugged me forcefully, pushing me onto the couch. She lay on top of me, her tremendous chest inches from my face. I suddenly realized I could feel something hard pressing against my thigh. 

Wow. So that's what one felt like... I forced myself to keep my hands to my sides, to resist reaching down and cupping her cock, feeling it right away.

"Okay, so um, how about you take off your costume, and I'll grab some lotion, OK?"

She nodded eagerly and was already stripping as I went to the bathroom to grab my moisturizer. I looked at myself in the mirror above the sink. Was I really doing this? Why on earth was I so turned on by the thought of it? Was I gay? No, I didn't want a guy. Why did I want a dick, though? I splashed cold water onto my face and tried to push aside my worries. I'd deal with them later.

I came out, and nearly dropped the lotion onto the floor. Meg was sitting on the couch, entirely naked. Her wavy blonde hair tumbled down her body like a gilded waterfall. Cute freckles dotted her rosey skin. Her firm breasts stuck eagerly outwards, seemingly awaiting me. She was smiling at me shyly, yet made no effort to hide herself.

My eyes slowly lowered down to her crotch. Beneath a short bush of blonde hair, it arose. Her cock was enormous, easily an inch larger than mine, and thicker, too. I felt a brief pang of envy, quickly replaced, though, by arousal. It was deep pink, especially her swollen head. It bobbed gently with her heartbeat, throbbing with desire. 

She must have caught my expression. "Is this okay?"

"Ya, ya, it's-it's fine. Really." I swallowed deeply and sat beside her, silently, awkwardly for a few moments.

"Sooo..." she added, slowly moving her hands downward to cover her erection. 

"Sooo..."

"How do you want to do this?"

"Well, I guess it'll be easiest if we have the same point of view, so how about you sit on my lap?"

"Sounds good." She climbed onto my lap and sat down, wiggling her tight little butt against my hard cock. "Oh wow!"


She Has a What?! Ch. 02



"What happened to you, Megan?!"

"It's nothing," she said, smiling weakly and holding up the blue cast on her right arm. "Just had a bit of a tumble during the break. It's almost all better; I've already had it on for two weeks."

"Geez, you're just a klutz everywhere," I teased, grabbing her bags and bringing them to her room. I placed them on the floor before turning back to her lovely smile. "I missed ya, Nutmeg."

She beamed. "I missed you, too, Eric! I can't believe it was only five weeks; it felt like forever!" Her tight hug nearly knocked me over, but I just barely managed to keep my balance. I wrapped my arms around her. Her perfume wafted into my nostrils as my heart fluttered. Her heavy breasts pushed against my chest, and I discreetly pulled my hips away from hers in an attempt to hide my arousal. 

She pulled away and smiled at me, her large, deep, blue eyes shining. "I brought you a gift!"

"You didn't have to do that..."

"I know, but I wanted to, Eric. Hold on." She crouched down and fumbled with the zipper of her luggage. She mumbled and swore under her breath as she struggled with it before I kneeled down next to her and helped. "Thanks. I'm still not used to doing things with just my left hand, I guess..."

"Don't worry, Nutmeg. Until your cast is off, I'll take care of you, okay?"

"Really? Thank you so much!"

"Hey, you'd do the same for me. We're friends, right?"

"Right. Friends..." She took out a boxy package from her bag, wrapped in green and silver wrapping paper, topped with a crimson bow. "Open it, open it!"

I unwrapped it, grinning like an idiot. I couldn't remember the last time someone had gotten me a gift for no reason. I tore off the wrapping, revealing bluish faces and the words "Stanley Kubrick." I turned it over in my hands, admiring it. "You got me the Stanley Kubrick collection? I've been wanting this!"

"I know, you mentioned it when we were watching Doctor Strangelove, so I figured...hey, why not, right? Do you really like it?"

"I love it! Thank you, Megan!" I embraced her and squeezed, holding her tightly against me. 

After a few silent seconds, she pulled back with flushed cheeks. "Hey, the flight took a lot out of me. I think I'm just gonna rest for a bit, is that okay?"

"Sure. I'll be watching a movie if you want to come and hang out a bit," I offered. I walked out and closed the door, sat down on the couch, and unpaused Monsieur Verdoux. I couldn't focus on it, though. Images of Megan filled my thoughts. Her glacier-blue eyes, her wavy, golden hair, the way her whole face lit up every time she smiled... 

My cock stirred in my jeans as I thought about her other assets, too... Her firm, round breasts, with their perpetually hard little pink nipples. Whenever she walked around the apartment without her bra, her nipples always poked through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, teasing me, inviting me to suckle them, daring me to lift up Megan's shirt and...I shook my head. These were not the thought to be having about my roommate. And yet... 

My hand lazily wandered down between my legs. I began to caress the outline of my cock with the tip of my finger. There was another reason I was suspicious about my desires: Megan had a cock.

She had a big cock, a thick cock, a long, girthy, pink cock... I remembered how hot and hard it had felt in my hands when I had taught her how to masturbate. I could linger upon its every detail: her cute brown circumcision scar, her large, swollen head, her thick veins, her blonde bush... Who would suspect that such a beautiful, busty, blonde girl hid such a secret in her pants? What did it mean that I was so attracted to her? Christ, what would my friends say? Or my parents...?

"Eric?"

I jerked upright. "Megan! I didn't hear you coming..."

"I got bored in my room alone. Can I join you?"

"Of course." My heart was racing. Had she seen me stroking myself? If she had, she betrayed nothing. I scooched to one side, giving her plenty of room, but she sat down as close as she could to me and leaned against me as a pillow. She had changed out of her travel clothes, and was now wearing solely an extra-large pink t-shirt that went down to her mid-thigh, her usual pajamas. I stared down her neckline at her deep cleavage as I put my arm around her shoulder.

She yawned and pouted. "I'm sleepy."

"You should go to bed, then. That's not a hard puzzle to figure out."

"I was lonely! I wanted to see you, it's been forever..."

"I'll be here tomorrow," I reassured her. "And the next day, and the next day, and the next day..."

She nuzzled up against my chest, resting her cheek against me. She looked up at me with moist eyes. "I wanted to see you now..."

"Alright, alright," I surrendered, tussling her hair. "So you had a good break?"

"Besides the arm one?" she giggled. "Ya, it was nice being home again. I've missed it. I got to visit my favorite statue, too."

"You have a favorite?"

"Yep! Roger Williams!"

"...Never heard of him. Who is he?"

She sat up and pushed my chest. "Never heard of him?! He's the best state founder ever! If you took an average person from the 20th century, sent them back in time 300 years to when Roger Williams lived, they'd probably still be behind him ethically.

"He created our conception of separation of church and state, and he respected the Native Americans' cultures enough not to proselytize. He got kicked out of Massachusetts for insisting that the state shouldn't enforce religion. You know, people who say the Pilgrims came here for religious freedom are wrong. They came to America to practice their one religion. Roger Williams was the one who actually celebrated freedom of religion.

"He always did what he thought was right. I think that's why I always looked up to him." She blushed a bit and looked away. "I talk to his statue sometimes, when I have problems and worries, you know? It makes me feel better to get it out, and I try to think about what he would do. Even when he knew he'd be kicked out of the colony in the middle of winter, he did what was right. I don't think he could have done otherwise..."

My heart gnawed at me. I knew I didn't have that kind of courage. I was hiding my own feelings from everyone, and why? Because of what she had in her panties? That was a stupid reason, wasn't it? It's not as though the people whose judgments I dreaded were going to get in them anyway; why should it matter? I sighed. "He sounds very brave..." 

"He was... When I don't know what to do, I try to act like him, but it's hard..."

We ignored the movie and caught up. Despite the brevity of our break, it really had felt like much longer to me. Megan had gone home to visit her family, while I had stayed here. Having the entire apartment to myself had been lonely and dull. I hadn't realized how much fun I had when Megan was around until she had left. Without her...

"...and remember Professor Fedoruk? His wife caught him with one of his TAs, and now there's pressure on him to resign. It's a shame; he was one of my favorites... Megan?" I looked down at the soft bundle resting on top of me. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was shallow. She looked like a perfect little angel. I considered waking her up so she could get to bed, but I couldn't bring myself to end her slumber so cruelly. "Goodnight, Nutmeg," I whispered, and kissed her softly on the forehead. As I closed my eyes, I could swear I saw the briefest of smiles pass her lips.

I woke up sore. My neck and back cried out their bitter recriminations at my brain for its stupid decision to sleep on the couch. Had Megan gotten to bed? I glanced down, but she was still there, snoring softly next to me. My breath caught in my throat. Her erect nipples poked through her shirt: two small peaks jutting out from her soft, round breasts... My eyes went lower, and widened.

Her erection proudly thrust skywards underneath her t-shirt. The fabric stretched against the head of her cock, revealing its outline in exquisite detail. Her morning wood was rigid and firm. "Megan?" I asked quietly, my eyes never leaving her dick. "Megan?"

She didn't answer. I reached a hand out, trembling, and gingerly brushed my fingertips against her massive hardness. Her lips parted, and a lustful sigh escaped, but she didn't stir. I was just exploring a little, right? Surely there was no harm in that... I gripped the head of her cock between my fingers, swirling my thumb in circles against it, using my middle finger to stroke the underside of her shaft as softly as I could. 

I worried what she would think if she woke up, if she saw me fondling her in her sleep, but I didn't care. My cock was throbbing inside my boxers, eager for its own release as I selfishly attended to another's. Megan's cheeks reddened as I continued to caress her, grazing my fingernails down the length of her shaft, massaging her cock gently. 

"Eric..." she moaned. I froze. Slowly, dreading what I would see, I brought my gaze to Megan's face.

But her eyes were still closed. She was still sleeping. "Eric..." she moaned, again. Was she dreaming? Of me? Her cock was throbbing. Her shirt had a distinct moist spot at the peak of her penis. She must be having a wet dream, I realized. She must be close... 

I should get up now, I reasoned, but something stronger kept my hand wrapped around her. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to hold her in my hand as she orgasmed. I boldly reached under her t-shirt, and grabbed her bare shaft.

It was smooth and hot. Precum leaked onto my hand as my fingertips fondled Megan's manhood. Sweat began to dew upon her brow. She groaned. Her cock shuddered violently in my grip as she came. I milked her cock gently as cum surged forth, dampening her t-shirt and coating my hand. Warm, sticky semen dripped onto me, and as her cock began to slowly wilt, I pulled my hand back, wiping the evidence off on my pants.

Megan's eyes opened. "E-Eric? Oh wow, I just had a wicked crazy dream..."

I swallowed deeply, hungry for details. "Oh ya? What happened?"

"We were..." she closed her eyes as she remembered, then blushed furiously. "Um, I don't remember, actually. Isn't it crazy, the way you can just forget a dream like that?"

"Very crazy." I nodded down towards her lap. "Must have been a good dream, though. Do you need to clean up, Nutmeg?"

She looked down. Her face flashed crimson, and she covered up her soaked crotch with both hands and tried to avoid my look. "Oh my god! Don't look!"

"It's okay. It happens to everyone."

She looked relieved. "Thanks... I guess I do need a quick shower."

"Will you be okay with your cast, though?"

She bit her lip. "I think so... I'm sure I can manage it."

"I'll help you, Megan. I told you last night I'd take care of you, after all," I reasoned.

"Really?! Okay!"

My heart skipped a bit. We went into the bathroom together and I turned on the water. Megan lifted her shirt up over her head. Her freckled breasts bounced gloriously as they lost the support of the fabric, revealing her rosy nipples. Her flaccid penis still glistened with ivory semen. As she turned and stepped into the bath, I admired her firm, toned ass, round and high, as I imagined my lucky cock nestled between her cheeks. I disrobed, and joined her in the hot, steamy water.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up, Nutmeg. Make sure you keep your cast dry," I warned. I pulled her towards me, grabbed the soap, and began to lather up her long, sleek back, gently massaging her body all the while as warm water pattered against her chest.

She moaned softly. "How's it feel?" I asked.

"Amazing, as always. I think I missed your backrubs most of all..."

"Well I am amazing at it, no doubts there." I slid my hands down and grabbed her butt firmly, savoring its soft plumpness in my hands as I covered her body in suds. "So, your back's all done...ready for the front?"

She gasped softly, but quickly recovered. "S-sure. Go ahead." I eagerly did.

I wrapped my arms around her body and cupped her breasts. She sighed and fell against me, forcing my hardening cock against her bottom. She stiffened, but didn't resist my touch. Her little pink nipples were already hard, grazing my palms as I caressed her full, heavy breasts, rubbing them in slow circles. 

"Eric? I think they're clean."

"Oh? Oh! Sorry, I, uh..."

"It's okay...you're taking care of me. I'm lucky to have someone who cares so much about my cleanliness," she tittered.

Blushing, I continued my task. My hands wandered across her arms and down her stomach, before hesitating. Slowly, anxiously, my hands lowered, inch my inch, and took hold of her soft penis. It was so small now; her cock and balls fit comfortable in a single hand. It was amazing how much it could grow... She tried to stifle a moan, but it escaped her lips nevertheless. 

I fondled her dick, lovingly washing it, cleaning off her spent semen. I wonder how she tastes. No! I shouldn't...I shouldn't think such thoughts...should I? She started to grow in my hands. Her cock slowly bobbed to life and thickened as it grew larger, thicker, and harder. I gripped her tightly. I wanted to feel her dick get big and hard for me... 

"Eric...ow, it hurts..."

"What?" I fell out of my fantasy. "Sorry..."

She gently eased my hands off of her. "It's okay. But I just, you know, had a special dream, and I'm still sore..." She turned to face me. "Thanks, though..." She leaned up and kissed my cheek, pressing her chest and hard cock against my body. "Sorry for...reacting so easily. I haven't been able to masturbate at all with this cast. I tried a few times with my left hand, but all I did was tease myself. I've been on a hair trigger for days. "

I looked down at her innocent face, her soapy cleavage pressed against my broad chest. "Well, I said I'd help you out until you got that cast off, didn't I? If you want, I can, you know, try to help you out with that, too..." Oh god, did I really say that?!

"You don't mind?" she asked bashfully, biting her lower lip.

"No," I said honestly, happily surprised that her reaction had been so postive. "It'd be my pleasure."

"Thanks. Well, I think we're both clean. Are you hungry?"

"Ya, a little."

"Alright, go get dressed. I'll take care of you for a bit. Are strawberry pancakes alright with you?"

"You remembered my favorite..."

"Of course I did!" She stepped out of the shower and toweled off. "I'll go cook. Meet you in the kitchen."

I watched her ass swagger out the door in a daze. What was I getting myself into? Had I really just offered to jerk her off the next time she was horny? And she had agreed! I sighed, got dressed, and walked into the kitchen.

"Megan? Why are you...?"

She looked down at her apron. "Oh, I didn't feel like going through all the trouble of getting dressed, so I just put an apron on. How do I look?" She twirled, showing off her outfit, causing the hem to waft upwards, revealing her firm ass briefly.

"You look amazing..." I confessed. The apron looked like it had been bought from a traditional French maid. It was black, with white covering the top and the middle. Its trim was white lace, and the part of it below her waist resembled a skirt as it fluffed outwards. But the thing I really noticed about it was that it was far, far too small for a woman of Megan's generousness. The apron's neckline was just a hair's breadth above her areolae. The mounds of her breasts threatened to spill out of her apron with every step she took. The way they jiggled as she moved was hypnotic; I could barely take my eyes off of them. Her rigid nipples drilled through the fragile fabric. The bottom of her apron didn't even reach to the middle of her thigh. I was certain that were she to get excited, the tip of her cock would peek out beneath the lace. I silently hoped for her to start thinking dirty thoughts.

"Thank you!" She carried a steaming plate over to the table, and placed it down. "Eat, eat!" she insisted.

I sat down. It smelled wonderful. "What is it?"

"Pork with pear and ginger sauce. There's a little bit of wine in the sauce, too..."

I tasted it hesitantly, then eagerly. "It's delicious! But where's your plate?"

"Oh, I'm going to have something else for my lunch..."

"What do you-" 

She put a finger to my lips. "Shh. Your time to be taken care of. Just sit back...and enjoy." She got down on all fours and crawled under the table towards me, before deftly unzipping my fly. I was frozen, shocked, but delighted. Was she going to...?

She tugged off my pants with relish, releasing my rapidly hardening cock. "Mmmm, you look delicious..." Staring into my eyes, she opened her plump, scarlet lips and wrapped them around the shaft of my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head as she began massaging my cock with her tongue, swirling it around my thick, throbbing shaft. Her head bobbed back and forth rapidly. My fingers dug into her shoulders as my pleasure grew.

She stroked the underside of my shaft with the tip of her tongue. She worked her way down the rest of my shaft, taking it inside her lips, until she reached the base. She began to hum deeply, and the vibrations worked their magic. I tussled her hair and caressed her cheek, trying to congratulate her on a job well done. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. My hips bucked against my will. Her breasts heaved within the confines of her apron, trying to escape. A moan escaped my clenched jaws. 

Her tongue lapped at the underside of my cock as the circle of her lips enveloped me. Her cheeks bulged slightly as I filled her mouth. She pulled back and released my cock, moaning in delight, before she rested it on her lower lip. Then, while staring up at me, she flicked the tip of her tongue across my head as fast as she could. The pleasure was unbearable. All I wanted was sweet release. I reached down to try to finish myself off, but she pushed my hand aside insistently and deep-throated my cock again. 

She impaled herself upon my painfully hard cock, fucking me with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down rapidly. Her eyes never broke away from mine. Her loud slurps seemed to echo across the room. Her cheeks sunk in and filled out in succession as she sucked the shaft. I felt myself cross the point of no return and felt a combination of excitement, relief, embarrassment, and fear. I dug my fingernails into her shoulders. I cried out loudly, wordlessly, an animalistic utterance. Powerful waves of pleasure coursed through my whole body as I orgasmed, emptying myself into her. Her eyes widened in surprise as the first spurt of cum gushed into her mouth, but she simply flared her nostrils and began sucking down my semen. 

Finally, exhausted, I was spent. I panted as she milked my cock for its every last drop of cum, suckling the tip greedily. "Wow," was all I could say.

She released my wilted manhood. "Was it good?"

"That was the best I've ever had..."

She smiled proudly and blushed slightly. "Thank you." She stood up and sat on my lap. I noticed that she was pitching a tent underneath her apron. 

"Looks like you enjoyed it, too," I said, nodding downwards.

She glanced down and back to me. "I did... " She bit her lip. "Can you blame me? You just have a wonderful dick..." She gently fondled it in her hand as she enumerated its praises. "Nice size, big head, good and hard... And I love how fast you get it up... Even when we hug I can feel you getting stiff. It's a turn-on, to be honest..."

"Stop, you're making me blush, Nutmeg... I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

"I did. Your cum is delicious...it's like a dessert. It's a bit embarrassing, but I've always loved the taste of semen. So far no guys have complained..."

Ya, I bet not, I thought to myself. 




She Has a What?! Ch. 02



Megan suddenly noticed my untouched plate. "Eric! Eat, quick! While it's still warm!" She got off my lap and grabbed herself a plate, sitting down next to me, still wearing her exhibitionist apron. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her tempting cleavage for the whole meal.

After we ate, we opened up my gift and put 2001: A Space Odyssey into the DVD player. I turned out the lights and we sat next to each other on the couch, my arm around her shoulder, talking occasionally while the movie played. About halfway through, she slid down out of my embrace and lay down on the couch, her head resting on my thigh, snuggling up against me. "I bet this is what it's like to have a boyfriend," she cooed.

"You've had boyfriends before, Nutmeg. I've met like, four of them."

"Those weren't boyfriends, Eric, they were carnivores. They were just satisfying an appetite. I was a cheeseburger to them, and I know it." She wrapped her arms around her chest, pushing up her enormous breasts. "Do you know how hard it is to get a guy to notice your personality when you have these? You're the only guy I know who looks past them. I feel like guys always and only want a physical relationship from me.

"I guess it's my own fault," she sighed. 

"Hey, it's not your fault if guys are assholes."

"I encourage it, though... I use blowjobs to try to keep guys around, to make up for me being, well, me." She sat up and faced me, her sapphire eyes shimmering with moisture. "My first boyfriend? He told me he loved me. When he found out I was transsexual, he dumped me and told the whole school. The teasing and torment at school was so bad I almost cut it off before my mom caught and stopped me. We had to move, and I never even tried dating again until college."

"I-I had no idea, Megan..."

"No one does. You're the first person I've told... You're the only guy who doesn't mind that I have a dick. I guess I'm just overcompensating... Guys like girls who give them blowjobs, so maybe if I give enough, a guy'll like me. I know it's dumb, but I just worry...what if I'm going to lose my Mr. Right because I wasn't good enough for him?"

"Your Mr. Right won't mind, Megan. He'll like all of you, not just bits and pieces." And then something else she had said ringed a chime inside my head. "Megan? Is that why you gave me a blowjob earlier? So I would like you?"

She silently looked way.

"I'm not going anywhere, Nutmeg..." I pulled her close to me, overcoming her weak resistance. I stroked her thigh comfortingly. So, who are you, Eric? Are you going to do what's right, or are you going to care what everyone else things?

"Megan...will you be my girlfriend?"

She spat out a bitter laugh. "Heh, I don't need pity, Eric..."

"I'm not asking out of pity. I really mean it, Megan. I like you. A lot."

"...really?"

"Really," I promised. A wicked idea and a bolt of courage shot through me. I glided my hand across her thigh, and kept going. I cupped her soft crotch and whispered huskily in her ear: "Let me prove it..."

I slid off the couch, my hand never leaving her crotch. On my knees, I flipped up her skirt, revealing her soft, tender penis. "Going commando?"

She shifted a bit in her seat. "Panties are too constraining..."

I grinned, lightly fondling her, caressing her, massaging her, coaxing her to erection. She squirmed in my grip as her cock thickened and stiffened. I loved the thrill of being in control of her pleasure, her desire. My own cock hardened as I considered how much power I had over her body right now...

I stroked her shaft, playing with the blonde bush at the base of her cock. I rubbed and stroked her in her most sensitive areas; knowledge gleamed from being the one who had taught her to masturbate in the first place. Her cock was hot and huge. I wasn't used to being so close to it, and suddenly, it looked a lot larger than I remembered. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and took her cock inside me.

I went slowly. It was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth. I gently eased her tip between my lips, and softly suckled her. She rubbed her own breasts, succumbing to ecstasy. I could see that her nipples were hard through her shirt, threatening to poke through the fabric at any moment.

Gradually, I took more and more of her shaft deeper down my throat. I looked up into her eyes, but they were closed in pleasure, her lips parted, as she panted heavily. I stroked the base of her shaft with my hand as I bobbed my head up and down, fucking her cock with my face, eager to experience her orgasm with her.

"Eric..." she choked out, "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop..."

Good, I thought, and kept going. I wrapped my tongue around her, caressing her cock with it, suckling her cock like a popsicle, hungrily sucking her shaft. Her cock throbbed angrily in my mouth. I could tell it wanted to release its load. It spasmed between my lips. A thick jet of hot cum shot down my throat, and another, and another. I swallowed it ravenously, but despite my best efforts, streams of it leaked out of the corners of my mouth. It was salty, a bit bitter, but the knowledge that it was Megan made it delicious.

I removed her cock from my mouth and looked up at her. She was exhausted, dewed with her own sweat. I licked my lips, greedily swallowing the last drops of her cum, and snuggled up to her, holding her in my arms.

"Yes," she said.

"Hm?"

She took my face with both hands and kissed me deeply. "Yes, I will be your girlfriend, Eric." 

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She Has a What?! Ch. 03



Author's Note: Hi readers! This is the third part of the series, but it stands alone. If you want to learn more about how Megan and Eric ended up together, read the first two parts, but they're not necessary to enjoy the story. Happy reading!

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"Megan," I asked, muting my cell phone, "how do you feel about a little weekend vacation?"

"Sounds fun! Where?"

"I'm talking to Steve, and his dad got him tickets to a little mountaintop hot spring resort. He has an extra pair, so he was wondering whether we wanted to go on a double date with him and Radhika."

"Hot springs?!" she bubbled. "I've always wanted to try that! Say yes, say yes, say yes!"

"Hmm...I dunno, what do I get...?"

She pouted adorably. "You get to make your girlfriend happy, jerk!" she exclaimed with a shove to my shoulder.

"Alright, alright, it'll do..." I unmuted the phone. "Hey Steve, still there?"

"Ya, I'm here. What'd she say?" he asked.

"She-" I gasped. Megan was unzipping my fly and unsheathing my cock. With a mischievous grin, she began to slowly stroke my manhood on all fours, offering me a delectable view down the plunging neckline of her tight, pastel t-shirt at her massive breasts. Stop it, I mouthed, but she ignored it and kept pumping away.

"She's up for it," I choked out. Her breasts swayed as she brought her hand up and down. I clenched my teeth and tried to ignore her deft fingers.

"Sounds great, man. What time do you want to meet up?"

"Whatever's good with you."

"Is 7 o'clock okay?"

"Yeahthat'sgreat," I said. Just shut up, I thought. My hips were bucking of their own accord as my cock sought its release. And the way her sapphire eyes stared into mine oh-so-innocently...god, I wasn't going to last long...she knew exactly how to get me off. Of course, she did have a pretty good explanation for being good at handjobs. She could practice as much as she wanted, after all.

"Cool. I'll email you the address then, Eric. And uh, there's some co-ed hot springs, so make sure that double-D girlfriend of yours brings a skimpy bikini, okay? I'll make sure Radhika wears something scanty," he leered. "She can't fill out half the bikini that yours can, but they're fantastic all the same."

I blushed a bit, but put on an air of machismo. "Yea, I'll make sure she shows off. See you then."

"See-" he began, but I had already turned off the phone and thrown it across the room at our recliner.

"You tease!" I spat out...

"That's what you get for needing another reason to go with me, Eric..." She slowed down her hand. "Now then, what do I get if I let you cum?"

"Anything," I sighed. My cock was throbbing. I was desperate for release.

"I'm not sure if you deserve it..." she teased. 

"I'll..." My mind raced, trying to think of a suitable bribe. "I'll do those stupid dick puppet shows you love!"

She gasped. "You'll do the Cocktacular Penis Puppet Performance?!"

I winced. For reasons I couldn't understand, she adored puppet shows, and her absolute favorite was for it to be performed by me giving my dick a goofy voice and acting it out. "I'll do one performance."

"Just one...?" she asked sweetly, grazing her fingertips slowly and softly against my shaft.

"T-two?"

"Just two...?"

"Just tell me how many you want, Nutmeg!"

"Five!"

"Five? No wa-" I began, but she started to pull her hand away. "Okay, five! Are you happy now?"

"Yep! And now it's your turn to be happy, too..." she cooed, sitting up. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up off her head, revealing her massive breasts, barely held in by a small, black bra. "Do you want to do the honors?" she asked.

I nodded slavishly, and reached behind her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply as I undid her bra. I could feel her hard-on pressing against my thighs. "Someone's excited..." I commented.

She giggled and blushed. "I love knowing how attractive you find me..." she whispered in my ear before pulling back. Her bra fell off of her, and her heaving breasts jiggled, suddenly without support. She slid off of me, onto the floor, and positioned herself between my thighs. "You really love these, don't you?" she asked, nodding down towards her breasts. I could only nod. My hard cock was inches from her face, her heavy breasts were resting on my thighs... "Good," she purred, taking my cock into her mouth.

I moaned at the sudden rush of pleasure. She gently positioned my cock between her breasts and began to bob herself up and down, using her cleavage to massage my shaft while suckling the head of my cock. Soft friction surrounded my manhood. I gripped her shoulders tightly and threw my head back, clenching my teeth, willing myself not to cum so I could enjoy this heaven just a second longer.

Her saliva dripped down my shaft, lubricating her tits, increasing the sensation as she went faster and faster. She held her breasts tightly together with both hands, her cleavage gripping me tightly as she sucked and licked the top of my shaft, using her tongue to caress the underside of my shaft, teasing me, lapping up my precum as my orgasm built.

"Megan!" I groaned, as my cock spasmed inside her mouth. She locked her lips around me, taking my shaft as deeply as she could, swallowing every last drop that spurt out of my cock. She kept suckling, even after my cock had begun to wilt, greedy for my cum, until finally even she had to admit it was dry.

"Mmmmmm, you're so delicious, Eric..." she purred.

"So are you," I said with a tired smile.

She climbed onto my moist lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. The front of her short, navy blue skirt was pointing upwards. I slid my hand up along her hot thighs slowly, inching closer and closer to her skirt. "But it looks like I'm not the only excited one, Nutmeg..." I teased.

She blushed and tried to pull down her skirt, but her bulge couldn't be hidden. The thick, long outline of her hard cock showed clearly through the fabric of her skirt. I could even make out her swollen head. I traced my finger slowly against her outline, savoring the way she squirmed in my lap. 

I knew she didn't like to admit it, but she was even friskier than I, and she couldn't handle being teased. I didn't blame her. She had spent almost two decades without masturbating. If I had gone that long without jerking off, I'd be making up for it for a while, too. Now, whenever she got hard, she usually had to take care of it, one way or another, and I loved being the reason for her lust. One time at the movie theater, the NC-17 film's sex scenes had gotten the better of her, and she had insisted I take care of her right there in the seats.

I smiled at the memory, and continued my torture of her. Her cock throbbed underneath her skirt. Her chest was flushed. I decided to have pity on her... 

I slid out from underneath her, and took her position on the floor, where so recently, she had been, and lifted up her skirt. An enormous cock sprung forth, lightly bouncing a few times before coming to a rest, pointing almost straight up. I couldn't help it; every time I saw her massive package, I felt a twinge of envy. She had to be at least a full inch bigger than me, and maybe more. I took her dick in one hand; it was hot to the touch and deep pink. She quivered in my grip, squirming, wriggling. I loved the feeling of power I felt whenever I had her cock in my hand, the power to make her orgasm or not, the power to bring her pleasure or torture her more. 

"Eric..." she mewed. "You're evil..."

"I know," I smirked. I licked the length of her shaft, from base to tip, slowly, oh so slowly. She shivered at the touch of my tongue. I took a deep breath, and took her into my mouth. She was rock hard. My mouth could barely fit her all in, but I took her in as deeply as I could. Megan grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me towards her, impaling my head on her cock. I loved when she took control like that, and I gladly surrendered to her.

I sucked her cock, licking it, playing my tongue against her shaft. The sweet smell of her loins wafted off of her body as her hips bucked, trying to force herself further into me. I loved the way she lost control of herself, the way she ached for orgasm. I began to caress her heavy balls with one hand, using the other to stroke the base of her shaft rapidly. Her moans grew louder and louder. Her breasts were heaving as she panted. She furiously groped her tits, desperate for release.

Her cock began to thrash inside my mouth, gushing thick, hot cum into me. I grabbed her toned ass, forcing her deeper into me so I wouldn't miss a single drop of her delectable dessert. Her cum was barely bitter, almost savory. I couldn't even handle all of it, and I felt it dripping down out of the corners of my mouth. 

"Eric...you're so good at that..." she sighed contentedly.

I licked my lips clean and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Well you let me practice every day. I ought to be good at it by now, don't you think?" I lay down next to her on the couch and held her in my arms as we cuddled together, nude. She pawed at my flaccid dick like a cat with a toy, playing with it gently, batting it around until it was tumescent again.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"Mhm! I just love making you cum..." she confessed.

"Me too..."

A few days later, it was already time to go to the resort. I made sure to convince Megan to pack one of her smaller swimsuits. The drive to the resort was uneventful, and after only fifty minutes, we had arrived. Steve and Radhika were already waiting by the time we arrived. "Finally..." sighed Steve as we got out of the car, although I noticed he smiled at the sight of Megan bouncing up to say hello, and his eyes were about a foot too low to be making eye contact with her. I rolled my eyes and ignored it. If I got annoyed every time a guy checked out my Nutmeg's breasts, I'd have no time for anything else. Heck, even before we had started dating, I had scoped them out every chance I got.

Besides, I was able to repay the favor easily enough with Radhika, his new girlfriend. I had never met her before, and I was a bit stunned when I first saw her. She has long, sleek black hair that went halfway down her back, creamy brown skin, large, chocolate brown eyes, and a big, white smile. I went to give her a handshake, but instead was greeting by a tight embrace. "It's so nice to meet you, Eric!" Radhika squealed, pressing her firm tits against my chest. The sudden pressure had an immediate effect on my cock, and I made sure to keep air between my hips and hers so she wouldn't be able to tell.

"Nice to meet you, too," I stammered out.

"Are you ready for the hot springs?" she bubbled.

"Ya, I can't wait!"

"Eric! I'm hungry..." Megan whined. She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest, looking up at me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. She nuzzled her hips against my own, and I felt her tumescent cock against my thigh. 

"Ya, me too," added Stephen.

"I told you to have a snack, Stephen," sniped Radhika. "I want to check out the hot springs first!"

"Why don't we split up for an hour or so?" I suggested. "Radhika and I can check out the hot springs, and Steve and Radhika can get something to eat, and we'll meet back at our rooms afterwards?"

"But I'll miss you, Eric..."

"Would you rather wait another hour to eat, Nutmeg?"

"...Okay, we'll do it your way."

"Great! Let's go drop off the crap in the rooms so we can eat, then," Steve said. "I'm starved."

Steve showed us in.  He had already been before with his father, so he knew the place fairly well. It was clearly designed to evoke a close-to-nature Orientalism. Every employee I saw was wearing a yukata, and most of them were slight, East Asian women. The walls were thin and white, decorated with depictions of bamboo and pagodas. Zither music played from invisible speakers.

Once we entered the resort, we had to remove our shoes and were given cotton robes to wear that resembled kimono. We briefly split up in order to change before reuniting for the walk to the room. We reached our rooms, and set down our things. Our suite consisted of a single central shared room, with two attached bedrooms, one for each couple.

Our bedroom, fortunately, was a bit more vibrant than the hallways had been. The walls were a bright scarlet, as were the bed sheets. The bathroom was large and luxurious, with a bathtub big enough for both of us to comfortably share, and, judging from Nutmeg's smile when she saw it, she planned to do so. Opposite the bed was a large window, giving us a gorgeous view of forested hills as the sun began to descend. 

Megan unpacked while I changed into my swimming trunks for the hot spring. "I hope they have tonkatsu!" Megan wished. "And I want to try lots of sake! Do you think they'll have a sushi bar?"

"Hopefully. Just don't drink too much at dinner, Nutmeg. You don't have the best tolerance," I reminded her. And I don't want Steve playing grabass with you, either, I thought to myself. 

"I'll be careful. I wouldn't want anyone to take advantage of me in my drunken state," she teased, batting her eyelashes at me. "What if we get back to bed and I'm not able to resist you? Would you take advantage?" she asked, sauntering up to me and opening up her robe to reveal her deep cleavage.

"O-of course not. I'm a gentleman." She pouted a bit, but quickly hid it beneath a plastered-on smile. I knew she wanted us to take things to the next level, but I still wasn't sure how I felt about anal sex. I had never tried it before with a previous girlfriend, and I knew Megan was a virgin, too.

Truth be told, I was worried about hurting her. I was already reading about how painful it was for girls. I knew she wanted it, but I didn't want to hurt her, either. Of course, there was a second option... 

I involuntarily clenched as I imagined Megan taking me from behind. What would it feel like to have her giant cock inside me? I could barely fit her in my mouth... What did it mean that I kind of wanted to try it? Was I gay? How could I be gay when I wanted to be with a girl? Was I a freak? Was I normal, and everyone else just kept their desires secret? Why did I care what other people thought, anyway?

"Ready to go?" she asked. "I'm hungry!"

"Yep! Let's head out, pumpkin."

We walked together part of the way until we reached the restaurant. "I'll see you later, Nutmeg."

"Bye Eric. See you soon." We kissed lightly and parted.

I made my way outdoors to the hot springs behind the resort. There were a number of pools, but right now, all were empty except for two, one where Radhika was already relaxing in her swimsuit, and another that currently held a trio of chattering girls. I made my way to Radhika's pool, took off my robe, and got into the water alongside her.

I briefly admired her form and swimsuit. She was wearing a one piece swimsuit that hugged her body perfectly, emphasizing her hourglass curves. It was black, except for the chest, which was a brightly colored geometric pattern that resembled something you'd see in a mosque. The chest itself clung to her breasts like wet tissue paper. I wondered whether she had had it personally tailored to get such a close fit. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and the curves of her round, firm breasts were bare before me.

"Like what you see?" Radhika asked.

"Sorry! I was, um, just..."

She smiled broadly. "It's OK. I wouldn't wear a suit like this if I didn't enjoy the looks," she explained with a wink. She looked my body up and down slowly herself. "Besides, you're cute. Megan's a lucky girl."

"Thanks. Steve's lucky, too."

"I know. How's the water for you? Not too hot? There are cooler ones if you like."

"No, it's perfect." The water was hotter than I usually bathed in, and I had quickly acclimated. The steam from the pools gave the area a lovely mist, and the whole area was surrounded by thick bamboo that formed a sort of fence. There were about four springs, each with signs explaining the temperature range and properties of the water. The water, I was a bit disappointed to learn, didn't bubble up naturally, but was pumped up from true underwater springs and carefully prepared for human use. Ours was about 106 degrees Fahrenheit, and contained sodium bicarbonate. A girl on the sign cheerfully proclaimed that the water was good for your skin, and helped bathers recover from fatigue as well. I normally didn't trust cartoons that smiled too much, but I had to admit, my muscles were already feeling great. "This is such a great way to relieve stress."

"I know, isn't it? There's a masseuse at the resort, too. I'll have to visit her later."

"Oh, do you want a massage? Megan says I'm pretty good," I offered.

"Really? I'd love one, thank you so much!" She turned, presenting her long, brown back to me. Her swimsuit ended just above her butt, leaving the rest of her behind bare. I shuffled into position, trying to find a comfortable position, but Radhika settled the matter for me by shoving herself between my thighs without a word. My lap was just an inch away from her behind, and I wished I were wearing something more restraining than trunks.

I began rubbing her back, caressing her shoulders. "Is this okay?" I asked.

"Mmmm, go harder," she insisted. 

I pushed harder, eliciting a deep moan of contentment from her. We talked while I continued to massage her back, working my way down from her shoulders to her lower back before returning back up. She had a few knots in her shoulders, but I was able to work them out easily enough.

Her skin was slick and smooth. Her wide hips nestled neatly between my thighs. As I massaged her, I began imagining what the rest of her body felt like. Were her breasts that soft? Was her pussy? It was hard to imagine that it had been over a year since I had felt a girl's pussy. I missed their softness, their wetness, their smell... Without warning, Radhika scooted back against me, pressing her behind against my hardening cock. I grabbed her hips to try to keep her from making contact, but I was too late.

"Radhika, I-" I began, but then I realized something. "Are...are you...wearing a suit?" It was a stupid question. But when I grabbed her hips, it didn't feel like a suit. But she wouldn't be naked, would she?

"Oh, you noticed..." she sighed, turning around to face me. "I need to be careful about people getting too close from now on... Doesn't it look real, though?" I took a long second look. Unless I had known what to look for, I doubt I would have noticed the barely noticeable divide between her areolae and breasts. The geometric pattern hid any pattern beneath the body paint almost entirely. I couldn't believe she had been naked all this time, and practically in my lap! "I'm wearing bottoms, though," she continued, "but I just hate having to wear a top if I don't need to. Boys are lucky, you get to go topfree whenever you like. But girls are indecent..." She exhaled petulantly. "I don't think these are indecent, do you?" she asked, arching her back, pushing her pert breasts towards me.

I couldn't take my eyes off of them. The knowledge that she was completely topless right in front of me, and had secretly been so, was intensely arousing. I was silently thankful she was no longer between my thighs, for if she were, she would know immediately what kind of thoughts I was thinking. Two small nipples poked out of her large, beautiful breasts. Her round breasts were so firm and perky they almost floated. "They look good to me..." I confessed.

Radhika looked behind me. "Those old biddies left. Do you want to give 'em a squeeze, Eric?"

"What?"

She titled her head and smirked. "I see the way you're looking at them. And I could feel this," she said, grabbing my hard cock under the water, "every time I backed up during the massage. It's okay, it's natural. But you must be curious, aren't you?"




She Has a What?! Ch. 03



I licked my lips. I sorely, sorely was curious... "What about Steve?"

"They're not his tits. What I do with them is my business. Besides, he's the one who painted me up like this, so he can't mind all that much, can he?"

"What about Megan?" I was quickly running out of excuses not to surrender to my desire. Her tight grip certainly wasn't helping matters. She started coaxing her hand back and forth slowly.

"It's just a squeeze," she reassured me. 

They were right there. They were so close. They were so luscious and firm and suckable... "I can't. It wouldn't be fair to Megan..."

She removed her hand and smiled. "Alright." She checked the small clock against the outside wall. "Our hour's almost up. We should head back to the room."

"Sounds good to me..."

We headed back. Fortunately, she put her robe back on. She was far too distracting without it. Had she been nude, I probably would have only taken her in once or twice, but the body paint added an element of suspense, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her painted bosom. 

By the time we arrived, Steve and Megan were already there, talking and laughing, both of them in their robes. Radhika and I joined them, and the conversation continued for a while until suddenly Steven said, "Hey Eric, did you see that tall Thai girl hanging out in front of the massage room?"

"No, I missed her."

He shook his head sadly. "Too bad for you, man. She was hott. Tall, nice hips...it's a shame..."

"What is?"

"That she's probably packing under those shorts of hers."

"You mean she's...?"

"A shemale, probably. You know Thai girls. You can't trust them without checking under the hood first."

I noticed Megan cringe when Steve said the word 'shemale.' "Well, what's wrong with that? Even if she is transsexual, does it really matter?"

"I could never be with a chick with a dick," he professed. "You might as well just date a guy."

"I don't think it's like that, Steve..."

"What? Are you saying you'd date a shemale, Eric? Are you seriously into cock?"

All eyes were on me. I saw Megan's moist eyes pleaded with me from the corner of my view. "Well, I-" I didn't know what to say. "I mean..." How could I admit it? That I loved Megan's cock? "I think..." What did I think? I wasn't even sure...

"Eric?" asked Megan softly, almost whispering.

"Of course not," I lied.

"Eric...?"

I felt a sharp pang in my heart as Megan began sobbing next to me. "Megan..." I began, but she had already stood up and ran out the door. Radhika and Steven just watched in silence. "I-I have to go," I stammered, and got up to follow her, running into the halls. I just hoped I hadn't ruined everything.

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Thanks for reading! Sorry to end on such a cliffhanger, but while writing Part 3, I decided it would work better as two stories, and this seemed like the best place to end it. Don't worry, Part 4 is nearly done, and should be up in about a month or less. 

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She Has a What?! Ch. 04



Author's Note: This is pretty much a direct sequel to She Has a What?! Ch. 03, so I recommend reading that one first if you haven't yet. Enjoy! And it begins with regular female action, but keep reading, and you'll find the good stuff.




I chased after Megan, but her footsteps were already quiet whispers. I picked a path and went down the hallway, hoping to run into her, but after almost half an hour of wandering the halls without success, I decided to wait for her at our room instead, and headed back. I walked past an open door labeled "Massage Room." I peeked in out of cuirosity, and saw a tall, thin woman lounging lazily in a chair, reading a thick, black book. 

"E-excuse me? Are you the masseuse?" I asked.

She looked up at me. Her large, honey eyes briefly looked me over. "Yes, I am. Are you interested?" she asked with a slight accent and a slighter smile. 

I thought briefly of Megan, until the masseuse stood up. She set down her book and walked over to me as I considered my answer. She must be the Thai woman Steve had mentioned, I thought to myself. She was only an inch or so shorter than I was, with long, sleek, ebony hair. Her skin was a shining golden-brown, as though she were lit up from the inside. 

"Well?" she repeated. "Are you interested?"

"Very..." I sighed. "I've had a rough day..."

She smirked. "Rough days are why I have a job. Please undress and lay down on the table," she instructed, indicating a massage table nearby. A thin sheet lay on top of it. On the wall next to it was what could have served as a spice rack in a kitchen, but here held at least two dozen bottles of oil, each a different color, held by a differently-shaped container. The different glassware reminded me of the various bottles behind a bartender.

The masseuse closed the door and quietly locked it. "Do you want some privacy while you undress?" she asked.

I looked her up and down. Her shorts were tight around her thick thighs, and ended midway down them, revealing a pair of long, muscled legs. She had some hips on her, but her chest was almost completely flat, the thin fabric of her shirt barely affected by the breasts beneath. Two hard points poked through, though, revealing that she had elected to go braless that day. I felt my cock stiffening beneath my robe, and decided it'd be less embarrassing for both of us if she didn't see the state I was in. "Yes, please."

She turned around, and I stole the opportunity to admire her plump behind. I saw no pantylines through the delicate fabric, and silently wondered whether she was wearing anything underneath. I hung up my robe and approached the massage table, unsure of what I should do. Did I go over the sheet, or did it go over me? I didn't want to be naked when I wasn't supposed to be. Would she call security if she thought I was trying to get a happy ending? I decided to play it safe, and slipped underneath the sheet. "I'm ready," I announced.

She turned around and put her hands on her hips, shaking her head sadly with a giggle. "No, no, no...you're supposed to be on top."

"Oh, sorry." She walked over and pulled the sheet off of me.

"Get up," she ordered.

I tried to stand up while using my hands to preserve my modesty, but she took pity on my awkward prudishness and just laughed. "I have seen cocks before. There is no need to be so shy."

I blushed, chagrinned. But she was right... I stood up modestly, willing my hands to my sides, trying to appear as though I possessed more sang froid than I really did. She lightly lowered the sheet back onto the table and straightened it out, getting the wrinkles out before gesturing to me to lie down again. I did so, acutely aware that I was completely exposed.

"Do you have a favorite scent?" she asked, examining the rows of bottles.

"Umm..." I tried to think of something... I guess Megan always wore that lavender perfume... "Do you have lavender?"

"Lavender, lavender...I know I do... Ah, here it is," she said, lifting up a tall, thin bottle in victory. She uncorked it, and a floral scent began to fill the room. "So why are you having a rough day...?"

"Eric," I supplied.

"Eric?"

I sighed. "My girlfriend and I had a fight..." I admitted. "What should I call you, by the way?"

"Vivian is good." She poured some oil onto one palm and rubbed her hands together. She then approached the table and began to rub my back, making long, slow strokes with her palm, from my neck down to my tailbone. "What did you fight about, Eric?"

"My friend was insulting girls...like her, and I didn't stand up for her. She feels like I'm embarrassed by her."

"Are you?" Vivian asked.

"No...I mean, I don't mind it. I'm just worried what my friends will think if they find out she..."

"She what?"

I took a deep breath. I had never told anyone else about Megan... "She's a... She has a... She has a...dick."

Vivian began to knead my shoulders. "Ahhhhhh. I understand. And you are worried that if your friends find out your girlfriend has a cock, they will think you are gay?"

I bit my lip. "Ya, I guess that's it..."

She climbed on top of the massage table and straddled my thighs, working my back forcefully. I squirmed underneath her, trying desperately to stop myself from getting too aroused by the scenario, but I could feel my cock growing against the sheet underneath me. "Is your friend straight?"

"Yeah."

"Have you ever seen his girlfriend's pussy?"

"No, of course not."

"So then, it is not what she has in her pants that makes her a woman, is it? A woman is a woman. You can have a cock and still be a lady. Am I any less of a woman for having no breasts?" she teased.

I smiled. "Of course not. But this just feels different..."

"Well, I think people fetishize cocks and pussies too much. You do not fall in love with body parts, but with people. Why should a cock stop you from loving someone? But so many people will not even consider somebody who has the wrong equipment. It is crazy, ya?"

"I never really thought of it that way," I admitted. "But I mean, what if you're straight and just into guys?"

"It is like saying you are only into redheads, and can only ever be attracted to them. We would consider that an extreme fetish, but because somebody says they can only love somebody who has a pussy, we think it is normal because it is traditional. Trust me, 'tradition' is the last justification of a totally irrational argument. 

"You might prefer them on your own, but if you only want one tiny segment of humanity, you were probably taught that way. When people are not taught such things, they love without limit. Would you love your girlfriend more if she had a pussy?"

"No...I like her just the way she is."

"Why should it matter to your friends, then? They will not be doing anything to her cock, will they?"

"I hope not," I laughed. "But I don't know, you don't think it makes me less of a man to like a girl who has a dick? I mean, she's bigger than me..." 

"Eric, you are more of a man because you can be honest with yourself. Manliness is being brave enough to follow your own conscience, not conforming yourself to society's. What kind of man would be too scared to love a woman because he is afraid of his friends?" She stood up. "Turn over. I will do your front."

"Um, I'm kind of...well, the massage was really...stimulating, you know?" I hinted. "I think I need a minute..."

She sighed with faux exasperation. "What did I say about not being shy, Eric? I massage a lot of guys, I have seen many erections."

"Not mine," I countered. 

She shrugged her shoulders and looked up, apparently silently asking God why He had seen fit to make such a fool. "Fine. I will join you, then, and maybe you will be less shy, ya?" Before I could ask her what she meant, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her head in one swift motion.

Her petite breasts were beautiful, delicate, barely there at all. No wonder she went braless, she didn't have any need of one. She would barely fill my palms, yet I found myself as attracted to them as I was to Megan's massive melons. Her chocolate-brown nipples were pebble hard and pointing straight out eagerly. She turned to me, and I averted my eyes, trying to disguise my ogling. "Are you still shy, Eric?"

"Yeah..." She certainly wasn't helping my problem at all... My cock was now rock-hard, and I had lifted my hips off the table, trying to reduce any pressure against it, trying to resist my body's urge to orgasm. 

She tilted her head to one side and sighed, rolling her eyes. Turning away from me, she grabbed the waistline of her shorts and wiggled out of them. I watched her ass, mesmerized, as she pulled down her shorts, revealing a bright scarlet thong that perfectly framed her zaftig butt cheeks. There wasn't a single tan line on her whole body, and my eyes widened as I realized she must tan nude. She turned back around to face me. "Are you still shy? Or do I need to take off more?"

I was stuck in a losing situation. "Okay, okay, I give." With Vivian's eyes locked firmly on my body and a wide grin on her face, I slowly rolled over. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see her expression, but I heard her giggle.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. The table creaked as she climbed back on top, and she sat on top of my legs, her thick thighs straddling me, my hard cock pressing gently against the front of her thong. She leaned down and began to rub my chest with oil. I opened my eyes to her smiling face. Her small breasts lightly jiggled as she caressed my body. She grazed her fingertips along my chest and abdomen, stopping just millimeters from my trembling cock. "Is your day less rough now, Eric?"

"Very..." I squeaked. Although it's a lot more hard, I thought to myself. 

She gazed at me with a serious look. "Eric, would you feel better if you fucked a pussy?"

"What?!"

"Do you want to fuck me?" She caressed my cheek and leaned down towards me until her hard nipples were just inches from my chest. "You are worried about not being manly enough. Will you feel better after you fuck a pussy?"

"I-I-I have a girlfriend, Vivian..."

"So? If you are hungry, you go to a cook. If you are ignorant, you go to a teacher. Your girlfriend cannot be everything. If she is not satisfying your sexual needs, what is wrong with coming to me?"

"It's different..." I stammered, although honestly, I couldn't explain why. She made a good point... Would I feel more virile if I had a pussy again? Would I have more confidence? 

Her fingernails reached my cock and softly grazed along the length of my shaft. I could feel the heat of her moist pussy through her thin, crimson thong. "Are you sure? I can make it feel very, very good, Eric."

"I shouldn't..."

"You will feel better afterwards. Very manly. No more worries about your sexuality, either, I promise."

I thought about it. For longer than I would have liked to admit. "No," I said, gently pushing her off of my chest. "I love Megan! I love all of her, and that includes her cock!"

Vivian kissed my forehead and smiled. "Good, now tell her and your friend that, Eric."

"Thanks, Vivian. I really needed that," I exclaimed, hugging her tightly. Her hard nipples grazed against my bare flesh and I nearly succumbed to temptation, but the thought of Megan kept me faithful. 

"You're welcome," she replied as I got up and put my robe back on. "And if you change your mind, I am always here," she reminded me.

I marched down the hallway, back to our rooms. From the outside of our door, I could hear Stephen and Radhika, too. I threw open the door, revealing the trio.

"I love Megan!" I announced. Steve and Radhika looked at me blankly, but my Nutmeg's eyes lit up. "And I love her no matter what! So I don't want to hear you insult her again, Stephen!" His brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could speak, I decided to show him what I meant. 

I pulled open Megan's robe forcefully, revealing her body to the room. Both Steve and Radhika's mouths dropped at the sight of her massive cock, hanging between her thighs. "Just because she has a cock doesn't make her any less of a lady! She's my girlfriend, and I love her, body and soul!"

"Oh Eric!" Megan cooed.

"Come on, I owe you something," I told her. I picked her up over my shoulder and carried her into our room, leaving Steve and Radhika behind in shell-shocked silence.

I threw her onto the bed, her open robe revealing her firm, luscious breasts and her long, flaccid cock between two creamy thighs. I climbed on top of her and began to kiss her collarbone and neck passionately.

"I'm so sorry, Nutmeg," I apologized in between kisses. "Can you ever forgive me? I-I was a coward. I don't care what the world thinks, only you. Please say you'll have me back."

She moaned and cooed as I spoke. Her eyes were moist. "Of course, Eric!" She hugged me tightly. "I just need to hear it. I need to know you love me...all of me. You do, don't you?"

"I do," I told her. I let one hand wander down her body, and I gripped her rapidly hardening cock. "How can I show you how much I love all of you? Just tell me, and I'll obey."

"Let's just cuddle for now, Eric. I want to hold you...is that okay?"

"Of course, Nutmeg," I said, kissing her forehead. "Of course." I lay down beside her, and let her wrap her arms around me. Her firm breasts, pressed against my back, and her hard cock nestled between my buns. Its eagerness sent naughty thoughts running through my mind, and I did my best to keep my own hardness concealed. Her cock was throbbing gently with each heartbeat, its heat burning against my skin.

She stroked my hair, and I could feel her wet eyes against the back of my head. "I'm sorry I'm so emotional, Eric. It's just...ever since I was a little girl, ever since I knew the difference between girls and boys, I thought I was a freak. Every boyfriend I ever had, as soon as he found out I had a cock, didn't want anything to do with me. They all hated my dick more than they liked me...

"And then you came along," she sniffled. "And you were different. You loved me. All of me. I've...I've never had anyone love me before, not like this. And...and when I thought you were going to turn out like, like all the other guys...I just...I..." She began sobbing loudly.

"Hey, it's OK, Nutmeg." I turned around and held her tightly against my, her head buried in my chest as her body quivered against me, her blonde hair hiding her tears. "I promise I'll never leave you. I love you. I worried what people would think of me if they knew I loved someone with a cock, but I know now it doesn't matter. I love you, Megan. I don't love you for your genitals, I love you for your personality, for your heart, for your soul. Why should I let what's between your legs affect my feelings for me? Besides," I added, softly stroking her dick, "I like what you're packing down here..."

She smiled and looked up at me, her face streaked with moist paths. "Promise you'll never leave me?"

"Promise," I said, sealing it with a kiss on her lips. "You mean the world to me. Besides," I joked, "Stephen and Radhika already know I love a girl with a cock, I might as well enjoy it, right?"

"You better. I'm all yours, Eric..." she cooed, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Do you want to...to fuck me, Eric? I want to give you my virginity..."

"I have a better idea, Nutmeg. Do you want to fuck me?"

She gasped. "Really?"

"I want to show you that I love all of you," I said, squeezing her manhood gently, bringing it to hardness. I began rubbing my thumb around the edge of the head of her cock. "And I can think of no better way than this..."

"B-b-but," she stammered, "what if I hurt you?"

"I'll be fine. It's easier for guys to take it than girls, even with your package..." I looked down at her cock, stiffening in my grip, turning hot and red at the thought of penetrating my ass. Not for the last time did I look on it with a twinge of envy. It was longer and thicker than mine by quite a bit, with a large, plump head. "I want to give this to you, Megan."

"Okay...if you're sure you want to..." she said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. "So um, how do we start?" she asked.

"Well I need some lube before I even think of taking you inside me. Where's the stuff we brought?"

"The Liquid Silk? It's in my bag, I'll grab it." She crawled over to her bag and began searched for it, her ass wiggling in the air, as I disrobed.  Whether it was anxiety or the cool air conditioned room, my dick was flaccid, almost shriveled up. I took a deep breath and focused.

Was I ready for this? It was too late now to back out... What if it hurt? I wondered what it would feel like...would I enjoy it?

"Found it!" she sang. "Are you ready?" she asked. I turned to look at her, kneeling on the floor. Her robe was open, falling off of her shoulders. Her bare, ivory shoulders were slender and smooth. Her huge, heavy breasts hung from her chest, her pink nipples were pebble-hard. Her stomach was toned and tight, and between her thick thighs, her cock was rigid, pointing skyward. It was already an eager red, and it bounced slightly with each heartbeat of hers.

"Ready as I'll ever be..." I got down on my hands and knees in front of her, raising my ass towards her. I felt vulnerable, unable to see what she was doing. "Lube yourself up, and put some on me, too, okay?" I called back to her.

"Okay." I heard the bottle squeeze, and then a sudden coldness against my asshole. I clenched my teeth at the shock, but slowly relaxed as she began to gently rub circles against the edge of my asshole, lubricating me up for her enormous cock. It felt good, really good, in fact. My cock began to stir back to life. I made a note to myself to remember this for later... Next, I heard the familiar slicking sound of her rubbing her own cock. I gripped the pillow under my hands tightly, preparing myself for what was coming next. I heard her shuffle behind me, and felt a soft poke between my cheeks. "Are you sure about this?" Megan asked, her hands gripping my thighs.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want to do this with you, Nutmeg."

"I'm glad," she said, the smile audible in her voice. Her grip tightened with one hand, and I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming as her thick, hard cock slowly made its way into me. It felt enormous! How on earth was there room for it to fit inside me? Oh my god, is this how it felt for a woman to be fucked? I promised to send apology cards to all my exes. Inch by inch, her massive cock slowly penetrated me, going deeper and deeper as I squirmed and wiggled, trying to stay relaxed enough that she could go further.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I grunted, squeezing the pillows beneath me for dear life. I was panting hard, trying to ignore the temporary pain. I could feel my body adjusting to her cock, opening up for her. Endorphins were flooding through me, dulling the pain, and I began to notice the pleasure underneath.

"I'm going to start thrusting now, Eric. Let me know if it hurts too much, okay?"

"Okay," I promised. Her cock slid almost entirely out of me, and then pounded me again. Each thrust left me breathless as she fucked me hard. Her pelvis slapped against my ass, slowly at first, then more and more rapidly. Her hot cock throbbed against my ass, filling me up, her huge girth thick inside me. I worried she was going to tear me apart, but it felt amazing. I had never experienced anything like it. My cock hardened as she worked, and I felt myself anticipating each thrust with an eagerness greater than any I had had while fucking a vagina.

I wasn't sure what was happening inside of me, but my cock was aching for release. "Keep going," I moaned. "I'm loving it." She hastened her pace, and I began to move my body with her, prolonging her thrusts, increasing the friction of her cock inside me.  I felt as though an invisible hand were stroking the base of my cock deep inside me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I didn't know how much longer I could last.




She Has a What?! Ch. 04



"I'm close, Eric," Megan squealed. "Can I cum inside you?"

"You better. I want to feel it..."

She pumped away, her thrusts were violent and hard and powerful. My pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. I tried to keep it at bay, just a second longer, a second longer. I wanted to cum with her. 

"Eric!" she cried. "I'm cumming!"

I surrendered to ecstasy, and gave my body release. Our cocks spasmed together. I felt her hot semen spurting inside my ass, filling me up. My cock quivered in the air as I came onto the sheets underneath me, over and over, as cum gushed forth from me. I couldn't believe how much I was cumming... It was endless, making a puddle underneath me, while Megan's own cock released an even bigger load of cum inside me. I felt her cum leak out of me and drip down the back of my thighs. Slowly, she stopped thrusting, and I heard her deep breath panting.

"H-how was it?" I whimpered. 

"Amazing," she replied. "I loved it. Did you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, gesturing underneath me.

She held a hand up to her face and blushed. "Oh wow! I've never seen so much..."

I lay down on a dry patch of blanket and gestured for her to join me. She happily fell into my arms, her head nuzzling against my neck. "I love you, Megan."

"I love you, too, Eric. Thank you."

"No, thank you. That felt incredible."

"Sooo..." Megan asked, her hand folding my wet, soft dick, "when is it my turn?"

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Thanks for reading! Hope this chapter is more to everyone's liking. Sorry it's so action, but most of the prelude was in the last chapter, so there just wasn't as much talking to be done here. I think it turned out well, though. As always, leave comments and constructive criticism! I love hearing from readers!

As for the series from here, I definitely want to keep working on it. I know these last two chapters were a bit heavy, but the next few will be lighter and softer. Except for the cocks, those will stay rock hard, as always.



She Has a What?!



"What?"

"Nothing...nothing..." she said, but nevertheless, she distinctly wiggled her ass a few more times before settling down. With my heart booming, I slowly and shakily squirted some lotion into my right hand, and gripped her cock tightly.

It was warm. It was hot. I was surprised how much blood was pumping through her thick, hard cock. It hardly seemed possible that one girl was both so womanly and so virile. She moaned softly at my grip. I used my other hand to hold the base of her shaft steady, while with my right hand, I pumped her shaft up and down.

"Well," I lectured, "the basic technique is this: stroking the shaft up and down with one hand. How does it feel?"

"Amazing! Wow... Can you go faster?" she pleaded.

I quickened my pace, moving my hand faster, describing what I was doing to her as I tried a few tricks that I used on myself: twisting my wrist as I came to the head of my cock, using one finger to quickly caress the underside of the top of the shaft, and using both hands to alternate pulling upwards, for constant pressure and pleasure.

I didn't want her to cum too fast. I was savoring the feeling of her cock in my hand, knowing that I was controlling her pleasure, that I could make her cum at any time I wanted. I slowed down and decided to tease her a bit. I thought back to what former girlfriends had done to me that had driven me wild, and began to softly graze my fingertips along the length of her shaft.

She groaned and shuddered on top of me. "Eric...what are you doing?"

"Just showing you what feels good. You need to explore your body if you're going to masturbate properly," I lied. I squeezed her shaft rhythmically and rubbed the crown of her head with my thumb. I slowly began stroking her again, slowly. At first, I only went a short distance, but with each stroke, I covered more and more of her cock.

"Eric...I think you should stop because it'sfeelingreallygoodrightoo-" she warned as she broke off into a loud moan. Her head tilted back against mine and she grabbed her breasts tightly as I felt her cock spasm passionately in my hands.

Jet after jet of hot, thick cum spurted out of her cock as I slowly milked out every last drop from her. Her warm, sticky cum coated my hands and her torso. We panted together in the silence.

"So that's what the big fuss is about..." she suddenly commented, and the absurdity of our situation finally hit us, reducing us both to giggles.

"See? Easy as pie, Nutmeg. What did I tell ya?"

"Thanks, Eric. But I want to get a bit of practice myself tonight, and I couldn't help but notice that you were kind of really, really hard...is it alright if I help you with that?"

Is it alright if I help you with that? Surely, sexier words had never before been heard. Not by me, anyway. This blonde angel wanted to jerk me off just for the practice. "S-Sure," I stammered. 

"Thanks! Okay, lay down," she instructed, as I obeyed. She straddled my legs, and undid my pants, sliding them off me. My hardness was bulging out of my boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of me straining against my thin fabric, and she delicately removed my boxers, too, freeing my cock. She sat down on my thighs and stared deeply into me with her own glacier-blue eyes. She slathered lotion onto her hands, and began.

"Like this, right?" she asked, as she started to stroke my manhood, pumping away slowly, but firmly. 

"That feels perfect," I confessed. Her enormous breasts were bouncing and jiggling as she stroked. I wondered how it would feel to have my cock between her two silky smooth tits, to have her caress me with her body. I imagined myself cumming onto her face, covering her with ivory semen. I opened my eyes and came back to reality as she continued to caress my cock.

She was breathing heavily, her bosom heaving. She smiled ecstatically as she used both hands together to stroke my shaft. I clenched my teeth, but grunts and moans escaped my mouth against my will. Her own cock was hard again, too, and the tips of our cocks were nearly touching as she continued to masturbate me. 

My hips bucked as I tried to force more friction against my dick. Her excited eyes were wide as she went faster and faster. My pleasure grew. I felt myself reach the plateau. I wouldn't last much longer. My cock was throbbing within her hands as pulse after pulse of indescribable pleasure coursed through my body.

"I'm cumming..." I warned.

"Good." She went faster and faster, until her hands were a blur and her freckled breasts crashed up and down; her pink nipples were erect, and her cock red and hard. 

I gripped the couch tightly and moaned: "Megan!" My cock released its load onto her body. My cum shot out, hitting her face, her breasts, her thighs, her cock. Pearly semen dripped slowly down her body. She licked her lips, smiled, and swallowed appreciatively. 

"Did I do a good job?" she asked hopefully.

"You did an amazing job," I assured her. "You're a natural."

She slid down on top of me, pressing her heavy breasts against my bare chest, our cum covering our exhausted bodies, and she nuzzled her face against my neck. I closed my eyes to rest, but Megan gently cupped my flaccid penis and spoke up.

"So Eric...when can we practice again?"

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Thanks for reading! This was really a new type of story for me. I had a bit of writer's block during it. I really had to work to finish it. I hope the ending isn't too rushed because of that. As always, I'd love to hear any comments and constructive criticism you have. I'll try to respond to any private messages, too, and if you want to ask me questions, I have a Formspring account. Just check my profile for details. Thanks again for reading! Hope you enjoyed!