Rule 34 was lonely, and to tell the truth, it had been a while since she'd had any sexual relations with other concepts. Nearly six months of loneliness, and she felt the tension growing in the room. As she walked down the staircase, her heaving 20T breasts swaying, the chilly room raising her nipples slightly, notifying all who watched her gradual entrance into the room of her frustration.
The room was dark, foreboding, and and only one other concept met Rule's quiet gaze as she descended the creaking staircase into the old pub, now nothing but a meeting place for only the most desperate of concepts. Rule was merely average, her corporeal form easily forgotten at a mere 5'8" with a typical human-like hourglass form. Rule was, in truth, quite self conscious about her slim 40" 20" 40" build. Rule was so frequently ignored in favor of more appealing concepts. Geometry had it so easy. Everyone knows about Geometry. Rule could only hope to attain Geometry's fame, and so here Rule was. Walking into a nearly unknown pub in a dark alley searching for another tired old concept seeking to end a long dry spell.
And there he was. Geometry itself. Geometry, the eternal concept. Geometry, six feet tall, dark and handsome, met Rule's self conscious gaze with one of Geometry's own. Geometry radiated confidence, meeting the obvious amateur with acceptance in the emerald orbs of Geometry's corporeal form. Geometry stood up, taking in Rule 34's stunning beauty, which was only enhanced by her obvious self-consciousness. "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction played overhead, providing all the confidence Geometry needed to fix his emerald gaze on her plump red lips.
Rule could barely contain herself with excitement. She turned her attention to his lips, and gently moved closer to him, whispering a question she never believed it possible to ask. He agreed and moved even closer, their lips delicately meeting in a chaste kiss. They parted, for a moment, their bodies still intertwined as they reached towards each other again, Geometry's tongue grazed her lips, begging for entrance to her mouth, that sweet chasm. She smiled, and he gained entrance. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, a game of give and take that she ultimately conceded, allowing his rugged essence to overtake her gentle feminine mystique. They kissed a few minutes longer, enjoying a brief respite from the lonely nights they were both so accustomed to.
Minutes of hungry kisses over, Rule whispered yet another question, begging for his consent to take it farther. He responded in kind and so it began. He procured a condom, taking a moment to check that it was not expired, and Rule gently edged his pants downwards, smiling up at him, trying her best to contain her surprise at his 13 inch member, throbbing with arousal as she edged the condom over the blood-filled organ. Once again asking for his consent, she smiled at his nod and proceeded to slide her mouth over his member. He moaned as the act continued, her teasing lips edging him ever closer to release. She stopped short of his orgasm, smiling at his confused moans. He skillfully flipped her on to her back, stripping her of her skimpy dress, and then slowly beginning to thrust into her tight hole. He thrust for nearly a half hour longer until they reached their simultaneous climax.