bred by squall

by uzumakixxx

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21. ch21

I sigh as I check my phone again, leaning against the wall between the boys' and girls' locker rooms of the high school. Three thirty-five, and she's still not here. She may be a dick, but she's normally right on time. I shake my head, annoyed, my longish blonde hair getting in my eyes. I'm beginning to think that maybe I'm at the wrong place when the girls' locker room door opens up beside me and I'm yanked inside.

'What the-," I start, getting cut off as I'm shoved against the lockers. My phone drops as I regard the girl who's pinning me to them: Mallory Parsons. She's probably one of the biggest bullies in school, or she is to me at least. She's almost a foot taller than me at six foot two, and even though she's pretty thin, that's because she doesn't have a lot of extraneous body fat, the majority of which is in her D-cup breasts and round, bubble butt, which is normally obscured by the loose pants she always wears. As much as I hate her for bullying me for the past six years or so, I have to admit she's gorgeous, with shoulder length black hair with reddish-orange tips that she normally wears in a layered style, the right side of her face usually hidden, and deep brown eyes, although those eyes are typically burning holes in me from the intensity of her glares. She scowls before letting go of me, crossing her arms across her chest and emphasizing her large bust, accidentally I think.

"That paper you wrote for me only got a C plus," she tells me, practically growling as I bend down to grab my phone, checking to make sure it isn't cracked. Thankfully, it's still functioning fine. "I told you I need at least a B to keep my grade in English."

"I'm sorry, but it's musical season, so I've had a lot on my plate," I tell her, shoving my phone away before it "accidentally" breaks like the last one. "I've got lyrics and lines to learn, plus my own homework, too!"

"My homework if your first priority if you don't want to get your ass kicked, choir queer," she scowls, fists clenching. "But you did at least get it done, so I'll go easy on the punishment this time." She grabs me and begins pulling me deeper into the locker room. "I think your hair needs washed."

"No, I can't get a swirly today," I tell her, futilely pulling against her as she drags me by the arm towards the stalls, set in the back of the room beside the open, four person shower. "I've got practice in half an hour."

"Should've thought about that before you fucked up," she replies unflinchingly. I struggle harder as we get closer, grabbing onto one of the benches set in front of the lockers. "Quit struggling or I'll make you drink it, too." She pulls on me again, but I've got a strong grip and won't let go. With an angry growl, she gives me a strong tug and I let go. Her eyes widen as, not expecting me to release the bench, we tumble back, and I hear something tear, a fabric of some type ripping. She yelps as I land atop her, but it's only a momentary surprise. Hell, I'm only a hundred and twenty pounds, so it's not like I could hurt her. She can probably even bench two of me!

"You fucker!" she exclaims, pushing me off her and onto the tile floor, hard. I roll as I hit the ground and quickly get my feet under me, but when I glance back at her, my jaw drops when I see that her pants were yanked down, caught on the bench, and now something is dangling freely between her legs as she stands there, apparently oblivious to the situation.

"What're you staring at?" she asks, glancing down before her eyes widen. "Oh, shit, no!" She moves to pull her pants up, but they're still caught on the bench. Swearing under her breath, she finally gets them free, but it's too late.

"What the hell is that?" I ask, pointing at the behemoth swinging between Mallory's legs, already knowing the answer but needing confirmation all the same, because it shouldn't be there. Hanging between her legs, and easily reaching passed the middle of her thigh, is a large cock, a pair of equally large balls behind it, covered in what looks like a cocksock. A sweatband, or something that looks like one, hands around her right calf, where it looks like it slid down during our scuffle.

"What does it look like?" she snaps back at me, her surprise turning to anger incredibly quickly. "It's a dick, bitch. I'd expect you to know that, being a choir queer."

"I know what a dick is," I reply vehemently. "What I meant was, why do you have a cock?"

She scowls, looking like she's going to ignore my question, but finally she sighs instead, and the anger drops from her face, a tired, haggard look replacing the glare immediately. "Because I was born with it. I'm a hermaphrodite, although I've heard the doctor call me a futanari before, too. Said that was because I'm different from most herms since both my genitals seemed to be fully formed and I didn't have, like, a micropenis or something like most do."

"Yeah, there's nothing 'micro' about that," I reply, a hint of a grin flickering across her face before it's gone. "So, I think I know the answer to this, but does anyone else know about this?"

She shakes her head, a little bit of her edge coming back. "No one, except the faculty anyways, and you'll be keeping this a secret. In fact, get on your knees. I want to make sure you don't blab about this to anyone." I stay frozen, not sure why I don't run, as she makes her way over to me, pulling off the cocksock as she goes to reveal her thick dick completely, although her balls are still cupped by a thong that looks stretched to its limits trying to hold them. She grips both of my shoulders and forces me to my knees, not overly roughly but not gently either, so now I'm face-to-face with her massive member, getting a good look at it close up. It looks like it's almost twice the size of my own dick, lengthwise anyways, even when I'm hard, and it looks as soft as could be! Her balls are immense, too, each nut seeming like it's a little bigger than a tennis ball and easily enough to fill up my hand.

"Give me a minute," she says, leaning down to grab her phone from her pants, which are still around her ankles, so that her dick almost brushes up against my face. I take a deep breath as an amazing scent fills my nose, a mixture of fruit,Her body wash?and something else, something more primal, intoxicating me, and I realize it's the scent of her cock and balls, sweaty from the workout she always does before school ends. She stands back up and begins messing with her phone, one hand casually beginning to pump her cock as I kneel in front of her, free to move but not going anywhere. I tell myself it's because I know she'll catch me if I try to run, but the tightness of my jeans holding my straining erection down tells me otherwise. I watch in awe as her already huge cock, which had to have been at least eight inches long and an inch and a half thick, grows even larger, gaining a couple inches in length and maybe half an inch in girth. "There, that should be enough," she mumbles, more to herself than me, before adding, "open up, bitch."

"Wha-?" I start to say, but she just takes advantage of my open mouth to shove her cockhead inside, my jaw straining to wrap around the engorged head and just barely succeeding. My parents always said I had a big mouth, so maybe this proves it? She groans a bit as she forces a couple inches of her cock into my mouth before stopping, smirking down at me with an evil glint in her eyes.

"There, hold it," she tells me, moving her phone in front of her. "Say cheese!" I hear a click and my eyes widen as she starts chuckling, reaching down to rest a hand on my head and forcing one last inch inside before I start gagging, three quarters of her ten-inch dong still dry. Seeming satisfied, she snaps another couple pictures before letting go of my head. I pull off her cock, coughing and taking deep breaths as she fiddles with her phone, seemingly unconcerned. "There. Now if you tell anyone, I'll send these pictures to as many people in school as I can."

"I*cough*wasn't going to tell anyone*cough*," I manage around my sputtering, rubbing my jaw but still not getting off my knees. "You don't have to blackmail me."

"So you say, but why should I belie you?" she answers, putting her phone away and smacking my face with her rock-hard cock in the process, the first few inches of which are coated in my saliva. "Now I've got insurance that you won't go behind my back."

"Whatever," I say, glancing as her cock twitches in front of my face and I feel an answering twitch in my pants. I glance up to meet her gaze, a knowing smirk coming to her lips as she realizes that I haven't even made an attempt to get up. "So, now we're even?"

She purses her lips, crossing her arms in a mock thinking expression, an idea clearly already in her mind. "Not yet, I'd say. I mean, look at this. You got me all hard, so how am I supposed to make this go down? I definitely can't put it back in my pants like this, it would be so obvious."

Technically, she had gotten herself hard, but I don't point this out, not wanting to have my teeth knocked out as well as not wanting to derail the direction this is going. "You could just jerk yourself off," I suggest, although I know that's not how either of us want this to go if the twitching of her cock in front of me tells me anything.

"But you're the one who got me hard, so I think it should be your responsibility to fix it," she replies, her smirk returning, but there's no malevolence behind it like normal. In fact, I swear I think I see a little bit of humor in her expression, the corners of her mouth tilting up towards a small smile. "It's only fair, don't you think?"

"Whatever," I say, rolling my eyes, but I'm pretty sure she can see through my protestations fairly easily. "You just better finish quick, 'cause I'm not being late for practice."

"No promises, bitch," she says as I reach up a hand and wrap my fingers around her dong, unable to fully reach around her incredible thickness. She hums, eyes closing and head tilting back as I slowly begin stroking her massive member, using my leftover saliva as lube and having to take much longer strokes than I'm used to because of just how large her cock is. Her cock is warm to the touch, throbbing beneath my fingers, and I even spy a few blue veins coursing down the shaft as I stare at her erection, amazed that a dick could be this big. A slightly unkempt bush of pubes ring around her base up her pelvis, not overgrown but definitely in need of a trim. I lick my lips unconsciously and she chuckles, making me look up at her. "You know," she starts, cutting off with a groan, before continuing, "I'll probably cum faster if you use your mouth, too."

"If it'll make this go faster," I say, Mallory easily seeing through the reluctance in my voice. I drop my gaze from her eyes and begin licking at her swollen cockhead, the taste of her permeating my mouth. She tastes pretty good, actually, although it's hard to describe. I hear her moan as I begin to wrap my lips around the tip of her cock, a hand now resting on the back of my head, not forcing me to do anything but letting me pleasure her as I see fit. I begin fitting an inch of her cock into my mouth at a time, slowly working my way down her shaft, reaching as far as I had her in my mouth before, and swirling my tongue around it along the way, eliciting more and more moans from Mallory. "Hey, look at me," she says, and I look up to meet her gaze, no harshness in them, just something I can't quite make out. "Shit, I lo-like, seeing your eyes while you blow me." My cock twitches as I look up at her, her big tits only slightly obscuring my view of her face, but I don't mind. Those are fun to look at, too.

I begin working more of her cock into my mouth again, not breaking eye contact as I feel her head push against the back of my throat and I stop, her moans gratifying to hear. I try to take her deeper, attempting to fit her cock into my throat, but it's too thick to fit, my gag reflex flaring up as her head hits my uvula. My brows knit as I pull back a second, breathing through my nose and growing heady from her aroma, before trying again. Again, though, I'm forced to quit before I make myself vomit, which I think might kill the mood a bit.

"Hey, it's alright," she says gently, which is an adjective I never thought I'd use to describe her before. "It's okay if you can't go any deeper. It feels really good anyways. Don't hurt yourself." There's that hint of something in her beautiful brown eyes again that I saw before, but I put it out of my mind for right now, because I have more pressing matters to worry about right now. More specifically, the giant cock stretching my jaw to its limit.

Steeling myself, I begin bogging my head on the few inches of cock I can take in my mouth, my jaw beginning to cramp, but I persist through the pain, while I jerk the six or so inches of dick I can't fit in my mouth. With my other, I'm unzipping my jeans and slipping a hand inside to whip out my own dick, beating myself off while sucking Mallory's cock.

"Fuck, you're pretty good at this," she says, her hips now moving slightly as I begin to get used to the sensation of having my mouth filled to the brim with her dong. "Heh, you seem to be enjoying yourself, too." I raise an eyebrow at her, expecting a mocking jibe, but I'm pleasantly surprised when she just says, "Good," and goes back to slowly thrusting into my mouth, always letting me control the depth so I don't gag. I suck on her cock for I don't know how long, but all I know is that it feels too short as I feel my balls tense up and know that I'm about to cum. I must have made some expression, some muffled grunt, because Mallory says, "Go ahead and cum, I'll clean it up later." Mentally shrugging, I don't even try to fight off my orgasm, instead just shooting onto the locker room floor, my other hand not ceasing it's jerking of Mallory's cock the entire time. When I finally come down, I glance up at Mallory, who's chuckling with a smirk. "Wow, I didn't expect you to cum that quick from sucking my dick."

I glare at her as she giggles, spreading her legs a little more as her thrusts begin speeding up. She begins getting rougher with me, taking control of the blowjob until she's fucking my face, although she does refrain from making me take her any deeper. "Fuck, I'm getting close. Just a warning, I cum a lot, so I hope you're hungry." I whimper around her dong, frightened, but she either doesn't hear or doesn't care. Now that I'm finished jerking myself, my wilting cock dribbling the last of my load onto the floor, I reach up and begin playing with her balls through the fabric of her thong, feeling behind them as well to find that she really does have a pussy, too. She gasps as I cup one of her nuts through her underwear and squeeze gently before moving behind them and slipping a finger into her cotton underwear and her tight, dripping snatch beyond. The double stimulus must be too much for her, because I can feel her tense up, balls churning against my hand as I continue to finger her, before her dick twitches and I can feel the cum surge through her shaft.

With a last, loud groan, she releases her first shot, thick and warm as it fills my mouth around the few inches of massive cock still lodged in my mouth. I swallow the load down quickly, but her second shot comes just as I finish gulping and fills my mouth with just as much semen as her first one. I'm just barely able to keep up for the first few shots before I finally have to pull off her still cumming cock, angling it away so she's shooting at the lockers behind me, her semen like a stream as I cough, trying to catch my breath. Finally, after what seems like forever but what surely isn't more than half a minute, her flow begins slowing down until the last of her seed is now slowly leaking from her urethra, onto the ground in front of me and splattering on the tile. She sighs, muscles relaxing as she comes down from her climax and her cock starts to soften in my grasp. Spying a few drops still clinging to her dong, I wrap my lips around her head and suck out the last of her cum, licking the tip of her cock clean as she groans. When I let her go, she backs up and sits down on the bench behind her, hard, cock slowly wilting as it shrinks down to its still incredible flaccid size. "Fuck, I've never came that hard before."

"Uh, neither have I," I admit, glancing down at my load on the floor before peeking behind me and seeing that she's glazed a portion of the locker there, even just the cum I couldn't swallow easily three times as large as my load. "Holy shit, you weren't lying."

"Huh?" she asks, clearly confused, before her face clears. "Oh, yeah, heh, told ya. I'm actually a little impressed you were able to swallow as much as you did." She wipes her brow and stands back up, grabbing the sock she'd discarded on the bench. She slides it on and I feel a slight disappointment as her dick disappears back into its container, although I can't complain too much. I mean, it still looks pretty sexy covered in her cocksock, too. "Whoo, that was fun, but I guess it's time to clean up. And it's only fair that since I said I'll clean up your mess that you clean up mine, right?" she says, smirking at me teasingly.

"Yeah, for sure," I reply sarcastically, a grin tugging at my lips despite myself. I grab several paper towels from the dispenser and set to work cleaning her jizz from the locker. We work in silence for a little while, awkward because neither of us knows what to say right now, before I finally speak up. "Oh, uh, before I forget. Could you, um, send me those pics you took earlier?"

She glances at me, having finished cleaning up my load and now lingering as I finish cleaning hers. "Sure, queerbait. You wanna jerk off to them later tonight, huh?"

"Don't call me queerbait, bitch," I retort vehemently, finally finished wiping down the locker she had plastered white. "I'm not gay."

"Says the guy who just came from sucking my big, fat cock," she replies, scowling and shaking her dangling dong, which she hasn't tucked back into her pants yet. "Hey, I don't mind. I should've realized it, 'cause you're such a good cocksucker."

"I'm not gay," I repeat, getting a little heated myself. "If we're done here, I've got play practice to get to."

She bites her lip, like she wants to say something, but I don't give her a chance before I rush outside and make my way to the auditorium where people are beginning to show, the locker room semi-attached as that's where we go to change into our costumes before the show.Why'd she have to go and say that? I was starting to think she might've changed. Feeling pretty bad about how that all ended, I push it from my mind to focus on remembering my lines and trying not to wonder how tomorrow's going to go.

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The next few days pass pretty uneventfully, which surprises me. Mallory had sent the pics like I'd asked her to, but she went out of her way to avoid me for the rest of the week, not even telling me to do her homework for her over the weekend. I spent the weekend working on lines and learning the music numbers, although I didn't get the main male lead like I had wanted to, so I have to learn a few different songs and harmonies than I had already started on. Granted, I'm not much of a tenor, so it made sense I was put in the role of the baritone lead. At school on Monday, though, things finally took a turn for the weird.

"So, since we've already applied the ratio test to find the interval of convergence, and by extension the radius of convergence, we now need to check each of the endpoints of the interval to find if they converge and, if they do, whether the convergence is absolute or conditional," Mr. Morris, my calculus teacher, drones on as my classmates and I take notes. Well, as they take notes. I'd already finished the question and had started doodling in the margins of my notes as I'm wont to do when I'm bored. We had just started learning about series and sequences, and I have to say, they suck. Everything up until now has been pretty easy, and, while I understand what we're doing pretty well, this just seems like a bit too much. At least derivatives and integrals were more than just memorizing tests for convergence and finding the correct one to apply. As Mr. Morris starts plugging in one of the end points to check for convergence, though, there's a knock on the door, followed by Mallory poking her head in. She catches my eye for a second before glancing away, blushing and looking to Mr. Morris. "Uh, Mr. Morris? John and Brian are asking for Phil to help them set up sound equipment in the auditorium."

"Can't it wait? We're in the middle of a very important lesson," he asks impatiently, gesturing to where this problem has taken up almost the entirety of the chalkboard already, mainly because he's been showing extra steps for some of the students. "He can set it up during lunch."

"Actually, Mr. Morris, I understand this section pretty well already," I tell him, wanting to get out of class for once, which doesn't usually happen in my AP Calculus class. Anything to avoid this stuff, though. "I already know that it's absolutely convergent at three and divergent at negative one."

His brows raise in surprise, glancing at his notes to check and make sure I'm correct. "Well, I suppose that's alright, then. Just make sure not to forget your homework."

"Of course, Mr. Morris," I reply, quickly packing up my books and heading to leave, before he can find a reason to change his mind. I don't know why he's so surprised, though, considering he's the one who keeps telling me to major in math at college, or engineering at least. Mallory steps aside to let me out and huts the door behind me. "Um, hey."

"Follow me," she orders, although it's closer to a plea than a demand. I shrug and let her take the lead, even though I don't know why she thinks she needs to lead me there or why John and Brian thought to send Mallory for me. Taking my free arm, my books tucked under the other, she leads us to the auditorium, but takes a turn early, instead heading to the locker rooms outside it. Wondering if maybe she was wanting to do something like last Wednesday, I don't protest, although I'm still mad at her for calling me gay.

She pulls me inside the girls' locker room and around the bend that curtains off the main area of the room, so that it can't be seen when the door swings open. Letting go of my arm, she bites her lip like she did last week, looking at the floor. I don't think I've ever seen her look nervous before, but I can't think how else to describe her behavior. "Hey…"

"Why'd you bring me here?" I ask, setting my books on the nearest bench and crossing my arms, a little anger from last week coming back. "Wanted to make fun of me again? Call me a bitch, queer, gay? I'm getting pretty tired of all the names."

"Um, actually, I wanted to apologize," she says, surprising me and taking the wind from my sails, so to speak. "I'm sorry for calling you names, and I know you're not gay, being mean is just my coping mechanism when I'm in an awkward situation. And I don't know about you, but I felt pretty awkward at the end there."

"No, I understand that," I admit, feeling slightly ashamed for losing my cool. "I didn't really know what to say, either."

"Yeah…," she trails off, an awkward silence falling over us again. "Oh, hey, I wanted to show you something!" Suddenly, her face lights up and she rustles in her pocket before pulling out a paper folded quarter-wise. She straightens it out and shows me an, fairly wrinkled, English paper, a large, red A written on the top along with a "Great Job!" written right beside it. "I got an A all by myself!"

"Wow, impressive," I tell her, genuinely a little impressed considering she hasn't written a paper herself in the last six years. "Congrats. Why did you need me to write all your papers for you if you're that good of a writer, though?"

Her smile falters, although it doesn't fall completely. "Well, uhm, I actually have another secret that I don't want getting out even more than the other one. Not even the teachers know about it." She bites her lip and I'm about to tell her she doesn't need to tell me if she doesn't want to, but she says quietly, "I have dyslexia."

"Oh, that's it?" I ask, wonderin what the big deal is. "Plenty of people have dyslexia, Mallory. And a lot of them have went on to be very successful, too."

"I know, but if people found out, they'd make fun of me," she says, looking vulnerable, which is something I didn't think she was capable of being. "Please promise you won't tell anyone."

"I promise I won't tell anyone," I tell her, meaning it. Hell, if I wasn't going to expose her for being a dickgirl, I think I could handle keeping her dyslexia a secret. "Although, you really shouldn't feel insecure about either of your secrets, in my opinion. I'm sure no one would pick on you for being dyslexic, and I'd be willing to bet that if the girls at school found out about your dick that at least half of them would want to have sex with you since you're probably twice the size of most of us guys, if not bigger."

"Yeah, right," Mallory responds dismissively, sitting on the nearest bench dejectedly, on the side opposite my books. "I'd think you'd understand, since you get picked on a lot for being the smartest in our grade. They'd make fun of me for needing to spend six hours on a single-page paper because I need to constantly go back and correct my spelling, and the only reason I know I need to correct myself is because of spellcheck. Or for having to take at least three minutes just to read through a single math story problem geometry as a senior. Everyone else in the class is only a sophomore, and there's even a few freshmen! That's not even mentioning that they'd all call me a freak for being a futa, let alone what else they'd call me after they find out how big I am," she adds, gesturing down at the loose jeans she's wearing. Now that I know to look for it, I think I see that of the legs looks to be a little fuller than the other. "And even if they did want to have sex with me, they're all bitches, sluts, or both anyways. They don't deserve to get with me!" I chuckle a bit and she turns on me, glaring intensely. "What's so funny, bitch?"

"Nothing," I reply, before relenting, "it's just, even when you're so down on yourself, you're still so confident. 'They don't deserve to get with me!' Sorry, I mean, I can agree with you, but I just found that really funny."

She blushes, grinning bashfully. "Well, you've gotta be confident in yourself about some things. And even though I don't have any…practical experience, I have watched a lot of porn, so I know what I'm doing."

"How much is a lot?" I ask, genuinely curious and wanting to compare to my own habits.

"Uh, about two hours a day, maybe a bit more on weekends," she replies with a shrug. "Sometimes I have to keep it under one, so I can do homework, which, now that I don't have you doing my Math and English, is happening a lot more often. I workout a lot, too, and that helps keep my libido down, for the most part."

"Jeez! Don't your parents care that you jerk it that much?"

She shakes her head, beautiful black hair swaying with the movement. I've always loved the way she wears her shoulder-length hair: a layered style that covers the right side of her face, her reddish-orange tips adding something extra. I feel a twitch in my pants and subtly shift in my seat to hide it. "Nah, not really. They know about my overactive sex drive, so they don't mind. Actually, they're the ones who suggested I do it so often. 'Better you clog up the pipes than knock up a bunch of girls,' as my mom always says."

"Wow, your mom sounds cool," I reply, laughing.

"Yeah, my parents are really supportive, although they don't know all that goes on in school," agrees with a small smile. "And by that, I mean they don't know that I've had you doing my homework for me for the last few years. Although, I'm going to start doing it myself, from now on."

"Well, uh, if you ever need any help, I'd be willing to tutor you," I offer, blushing. "Free of charge, of course, although play practice comes first."

"Really? Even after how shittily I've treated you all these years?" She regards me suspiciously, as if expecting some trick, which I suppose I would, too, if I were in her place.

"Yeah, I mean, I can only imagine how difficult writing papers must be for you. That's not really fair, if you ask me," I reply honestly. "We could even do something where I type up the paper, while you tell me what to write, so it's still your work."

"Um, that sounds really nice," she says, blushing as she meets my gaze, doubt obvious her deep brown eyes. "But why are you being so nice to me? I figured you'd hate me for being such a dick to you and practically raping your mouth last week."

"I don't think I'd call it 'rape' since I kind of wanted you to do it, too," I tell her, glancing away in embarrassment. "And, as for why I want to help you, I don't really know either."

She fidgets on the bench, as if debating with herself. "Oh, well, at least let me repay you, then." I'm about to ask what she means by that when she gets off the bench and kneels in front of me, spreading my legs. My eyes widen as she begins pulling my gym shorts down, with me lifting myself up briefly to make it easier for her. She bites her lip as she pulls my underwear down enough to expose my semi-hard dick, maybe four inches right now since I'm not fully hard yet. "It looks pretty different," she mutters, more to herself than me, before wrapping one of her strong hands around my member, her skin incredibly soft despite her grip. I groan as her soft hand grasps my dick, easily getting harder quickly until I'm hard as a rock, about five inches long and an inch and a half or so thick. I expect her to say something about how much smaller I am than her, but instead she licks her lips before kissing my head. I groan again, gripping tight to the bench as she begins to give me a blowjob, taking my head into her mouth with ease as she jerks the rest of my cock with quick, short strokes. I've only had a few blowjobs before, mainly from a couple of girl friends who had been curious about how to give them. While she's pretty inexperienced, it still feels amazing on my, otherwise virgin, dick, her mouth warm and wet, wrapped tightly around my head as she swirls her tongue around it, occasionally darting it farther down my length and jerking my cock.

"Okay, let's try this…," she says, pulling off my dick just long enough to say that before she dives back in, taking more of my cock in her mouth this time. My legs jerk in reflex as she takes half of my dick inside before stopping, the tip of my dick brushing the back of her throat and the entrance to her throat, her tongue running along the underside as she gags slightly. I almost climax just from the surprise, but I hold back, wanting to prolong the pleasure. She hums around me, backing off just a bit, not letting me fully out, before bobbing forward again, stopping at the halfway point. She starts into a rhythm and it takes all the willpower I have not to cum too quickly, her lips wrapped tight around my shaft while her tongue alternates between teasing my tip to running along the length she's taking inside. At some point, I don't know when, she begins taking me even deeper, gagging as she tries and fails to take it into her throat. After a few attempts, though, she finally succeeds and I can feel the tightness of her throat squeezing my cockhead, and there's no turning back.

"Oh, shit!" I shout, my hands turning white as I clench the bench so hard, my orgasm rushing at me, unflinching. Her eyes widen as she feels my dick pulsing in her mouth before I shoot my load straight down her throat. She glances up to meet my eyes, giving me a grin around the dick still in her mouth, as she pops my dick out of her throat and into her mouth, beginning to swallow the rest of my load, humming the entire time. My orgasm lasts about half a minute, my hands finally relaxing as I shoot the last of my load into her mouth, panting as I look down and meet her eyes. She winks, giving me one last once over before pulling off my cock. Opening her mouth, she shows me a portion of my load inside, saliva mixing with the white liquid to look like there's more there than there is, before she shuts her mouth and swallows. She opens her mouth again with a smile, as if saying,Look, all gone!

"Hell, you're going to get me hard again if you do that," I tell her, laughing as she moves to retake her seat on the bench beside me, a tube-like bulge now fairly visible along her left pant leg. "And you've really never done that before?"

"Nope, that was a first," she replies, snickering. "I take it you enjoyed yourself?"

"Fuck yeah!" I reply enthusiastically. "That was amazing!"

"Glad you liked it. Now you have to help me with my homework," she adds, laughing. "Hey…," she trails off, glancing to the side, as if considering something, before she continues, "fuck it." She turns back to me and leans in quickly, her lips pushing back against mine briefly before she backs away, her cheeks crimson. "Sorry," she says, glancing down and away.

"You should be sorry," I tell her, moving closer. She glances at me with a hurt expression before I add, "That was the sorriest excuse for a kiss I've ever seen. This is how it's done." Her eyes widen as I gently caress her cheek and pull her down, leaning in and kissing her. She hesitates for a second before kissing me back, leaning into me, too. It's only for a couple minutes, but it's probably the best kiss I've ever had, even if her breath still smelled like my dick.

"Wow, I'm having a lot of 'firsts' now," she says as we break apart, my hand somehow ending up in her hair, which is now tousled, and hers on my chest, underneath my shirt.

"That was your first kiss? Damn, you've got some natural skills then," I tell her, chuckling as she blushes, pulling her hand free.

"So, um, I don't know if you're still in the mood, but I kinda have a situation here," she says, her eyes darting to her crotch and back. I follow the motion to see that she's still bulging out her pant leg pretty badly. "Would you mind?"

"I guess it's only fair," I tell her, although I know she can tell how eager I am. Having her suck me off was just as fun as sucking her off, so I'm definitely up for this. I hurriedly get down on my knees in front of her, tugging the zipper of her jeans down and unbuttoning her pants. She groans as I yank down her pants, exposing a few inches of her thick, hard cock covered in a black cocksock like before. Her huge balls are cradled underneath in what looks to be a thong, although I can't tell for sure without seeing her ass. She lifts herself up so that I can pull her pants down farther, needing much more space so that she can free her dick, tucked down her left pant leg. Finally, when they reach her knees, her cock pops free, jutting out in front of her at its full, ten-inch length and pop-can-thick girth. She smirks when I don't hesitate to rip her sock off, exposing her massive member, which is currently throbbing and leaking a good amount of clear precum. Not wanting to put it off any longer, I wrap both hands around her dong, and press my lips against it, giving it a kiss.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," she moans, her hand moving to rest on the back of my head as I begin bobbing on a few inches of her cock, swirling my tongue around her cockhead and occasionally darting it out to ick along some of the length I can't fit in my mouth. Her fingers twist into my hair, but she doesn't force me any deeper, instead letting me suck her as I see fit. I try and take her deeper, her head prodding the back of my mouth and my throat, but my gag reflex kicks in again and I'm forced to quit unless I want to vomit. "Hey, it's alright if you can't go any further," she tells me, making me glance up to meet her beautiful brown eyes, my view sort of blocked by her D-cups, but I'm not complaining. "I like it like this." I'm a little disappointed I can't take her into my throat, but I guess that'll hopefully come with practice, so instead I go to town on the few inches I can take.

I continue bobbing on her cock, my jaw aching from stretching so wide, but I persevere because the pleasure far outweighs the pain. Mallory mainly just lets me do what I want, occasionally moaning quietly or giving me words of encouragement a I suck on her cock, the first four or so inches coated in my saliva, while I jerk off the other six inches with both my hands, using some of my extraneous slobber as lube. I remember the last time, she seemed to love when I played with her balls and pussy, too, so I reach down and shift her underwear to the side to begin playing with her soaking wet slit as well. She moans loudly, fingers tightening in my hair as she begins making short thrusts into my mouth, forcing me to take a bit more of her cock. I let her take control as she begins fucking my face harder, although never pushing so deep that I can't handle it with a little gagging, as I start to play with her pussy more, my fingers sliding easily inside her slippery pussy.

As I gag and slurp on her dong, Mallory's thrusts grow rougher as she approaches her orgasm, now going a bit deeper than I can comfortably take, but I don't complain. Granted, I don't think I can make a noise other than gagging, but that's beside the point. At first, my gag reflex puts up a fight, trying to keep her from pushing into my throat, but after so many attempts, it's finally battered into submission and I begin to take her cock into my throat, with a little help from Mallory of course. My eyes begin to water as I look up, trying to catch her eye, but her tits are in the way, quaking with each thrust she makes into my throat, burying more of her massive cock inside with every movement. I feel cum churning in her balls as I continue to finger bang her pussy, and as they tighten and ascend, I know what's coming. "Ugh, fuck!" is all the warning she gives me before her cock twitches and pulses in my throat, pumping a huge load of jizz straight into my stomach. I groan, my jaw screaming at me as my stomach is filled incredibly quickly, her jizz warming me up from the inside as she pumps load after load in me. Her orgasm lasts for nearly a minute, like last time, but I have to pull off halfway through, my jaw unable to stay stretched that wide for so long and my stomach now full with her cum. I angle her cock to blast the floor beside me, painting the tile white with the last shots of her semen.

"Ah, fuck, that felt amazing," she says with a sigh, grinning down at me as she braces herself against the bench. I smirk up at her, not for the first time noticing how toned her arms are when she flexes, muscles standing out from her tanned skin. "You learn really quick, Phil."

"Wait a second," I say, letting go of her cock as it flops between her legs, softening, "did you just call me by my name? Wow, I didn't think you even knew my name."

"Of course I know your name, bi-I mean Phil," she replies, blushing. "I mean, I've been picking…no, I've been bullying you for how many years now. I know who you are, and, um, I really want to apologize for all that shit I did to you back then. I know you probably don't forgive me, and I don't blame you, but I want to try and make it up to you."

"Did you say you'll do anything?" I ask, getting up to sit on the bench next to her.

"Uh, no, actually, I didn't," she responds, giving me a confused look.

"I know, but you can't blame me for trying," I reply, giving her a crooked grin. She rolls her eyes with a chuckle, playfully shoving me. "It may take a bit, but we'll take it one step at a time, alright?"

"Alright," she says, glancing down again. "Hey, by the way, your friends actually did want you to help them out with setting up sound equipment for the play."

"What!?" I yelp, getting up quickly. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Cause I knew you wouldn't want to do this if you knew they were waiting," she replies with a little snicker. "You didn't expect me to do a one-eighty that quickly, now, did you?"

Now it's my turn to roll my eyes, although I'm laughing, too. "I suppose you've got a point. Well then, I guess it's your turn to clean up while I go and try to figure out an excuse for why I'm late."

"Ugh, fine," she shoots back teasingly. "Have fun with your nerd shit, then. There's still some time before lunch, so I might try and hit the weight room."

"Have fun with your jock shit, then," I shoot right back, smirking. She laughs as I head out of the bathroom, a high, clear laugh that sends shivers up my spine, and I jog into the auditorium, ready to help my friends set up sound equipment with the remaining time left in the period, which really isn't all that much. I emerge from the small hallway that leads to the auditorium to find my two friends, Jake and Brian, each setting up a speaker on either end of the stage, with two others still needing set up in the middle, although it appears that most of the wires are already running across the stage. Brian sees me come into the room, jogging down the aisles to the stage at the far end, and gives me a wave before pointing to the other speakers. I take the hint and climb onto the stage, moving to set up one of them while they head over to say hey.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Jake asks when they pull up close enough to not need to shout, even though we're alone in the room. "We sent for you, like, twenty minutes ago!"

"Ah, sorry, Mallory must have taken a while to find me," I lie as I lift up the speaker with a grunt. "Plus, Mr. Morris was reluctant about letting me leave early."

"Why? You could practically teach that class," Brad says as I swing the speaker over my head and set it on the stand. "Also, you said Mallory came and got you? I figured it would be Debbie, since she was getting up to turn in her test as we were leaving."

"I guess Mallory must have finished her test right after you left," I say, shrugging as we move to the last speaker. "Either way, sorry I'm late, but it looks like you guys had it handled."

"Yeah, but if you were here, we could've gotten done quicker and have more time to screw around," Jake replies, laughing. He sniffs a couple times before adding. "Either of you guys smell something funny?"

Brad and I sniff and I think I know what he's talking about: I reek of sex and my breath smells like cum, my lifting of the speakers not helping. I shake my head, quickly setting the last speaker on the stand, before backing away surreptitiously. "I don't smell anything."

Brad sniffs as he moves closer to me, eyes narrowing. "Probably because it's coming from you, dude. You smell like sex." He grins, elbowing Jake. "You were late 'cause it took Mallory a while to find you, huh?"

"Yea," I reply, although I can tell they don't believe me given the shit-eating grins they're both wearing. "What?"

"Come on, man, you don't have to lie to us," Brian says, chuckling. "You got lucky, didn't you? Where'd it happen? I bet that's why you said it was Mallory who got you, so we wouldn't suspect anything considering how much you hate each other. Damn, man, I'm jealous. I'd love to get some action from Debbie."

"I'm telling you, Mallory was the one who got me, and she took a while to find me," I tell them, still trying to keep up the ruse. "Besides, Debbie's a slut and popular; she'd never give me a bj."

"I didn't say anything about a bj," Brian replies, his grin growing as the bell for lunch rings. "Hah! Caught you! You'd better fess up and give us the details after lunch."

"But-I," I try to weasel my way out of it, but they don't give me a chance. Sighing and rolling my eyes, I head to the cafeteria and eat lunch by myself, catching up on some homework for Calc and Physics. My appetite is fairly diminished, which isn't too surprising considering the amount of cum Mallory pumped into my stomach five or so minutes ago. After I finish, there's still about ten minutes left of lunch period, so I head to the auditorium, where several people are sprawled around the room, almost all members of the play or part of the stage crew. I grab a seat near the stage, hoping to evade Brian and Jake for a bit, but they quickly find me. As they're sitting down, though, another person comes over.

"Mind if I sit with you?" Mallory asks me hesitantly, blushing. I can faintly make out her anaconda stuffed down her right pant leg, dormant for now after I just milked it. She blushes harder as she catches my glance.

"Sure," I tell her, giving her a smile. She answers sheepishly with a smile, taking the seat right beside me as I turn back to Brian and Jake. Both of their mouths drop as she leans into my back, not saying anything, only sighing. I let my arm swing down and grab her hand when I feel it, smiling as I go back to talking with Brian and Jake about the play, laughing inside as they skirt around the topic they really want to talk about.

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"You sure you're fine with this?" Mallory asks as we relax in the parking lot of the school, sitting on the tailgate of her truck as we watch the rest of the students in play drive away. Spring had finally really hit, the weather turning to that perfect temperature where it's not too hot nor too cold.

"I told you I'd be cool with helping you type up your papers," I tell her, swinging my legs as we enjoy the sun. Play practice had just finished, a short one today, and Mallory had come to watch. I'd even caught her singing along to some songs, and she's an amazing singer. I told her that she needed to try out, that it wasn't too late for her to get a part, but she vehemently refused, saying that something would happen and her secret would be exposed.

"I know," she replies, blushing as she recalls our bathroom meeting from the beginning of the week Monday. We had started texting each other throughout the week, in an awkward, flirty fashion, and I think word was spreading around school that we were kind of a couple, but I didn't really mind. I may still harbor a little resentment at the way she treated me growing up, but she's been trying her best these past few days to repent, so I'm willing to give her a chance. Plus, her being incredibly attractive doesn't hurt. "I just wanted to make sure you're still cool with it."

"Yeah, play's done today, and I finished my homework in the down time, so I've got the whole weekend to do nothing," I laugh. "Probably spend it working on lines and practicing piano."

"Well, if you get tired of that, maybe we could hang out for a bit?" she asks, cheeks red as she stares determinedly at the ground. "You now, play some games or go for a jog in the park or something?"

I smirk, watching her cheeks grow redder with each passing second. "Are you asking me out on a date?" She bites her lip before nodding, still looking at the ground. "I think I'd like that," I tell her, scooting over and wrapping an arm around her. She finally glances over at me and I pull her in for a kiss. She answers immediately, leaning down and meeting my lips eagerly. We kiss for a little bit, secure in knowing we're the only two people left in the parking lot, before we break apart, our jeans a little tighter than before. "So, should we head over now?"

"Yeah, that might not be a bad idea," Mallory agrees, the two of us jumping down from the tailgate. I have to crane my neck to meet her gaze, since she's almost a foot taller than me, but I don't mind. That just means that it's easier for me to sneak a peek at her big, D-cup tits. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you before we head over."

"Yeah…?" I reply, wondering where she's going with this.

"Well, I'm not the only futa in my family," she admits, making my jaw drop in surprise. "One of my moms is also a futa. She's actually the one who convinced me to keep my dick a secret, since that's how her parents raised her. People just think they're a lesbian couple because my mom is really good at hiding her cock. I'm surprised you haven't heard that before."

"I don't pay much attention to gossip, 'cause it's normally not true," I reply with a shrug, still trying to process this revelation. It's a lot easier this time, though, since I've already come to terms with Mallory having a giant cock. "Thanks for the heads up, though. That could've been awkward."

"Actually, that's only part of it," she continues with a wince. "See, since she has to hide herself in public all the time, she likes not having to hide it at home. And I don't mean that she, like, goes around naked all the time, although some of her shorts are short and tight enough that she's practically not wearing any, but I just mean she likes wearing clothes she couldn't wear outside of the house like yoga pants and booty shorts. I mean, I normally wear stuff like that around the house, too, but I just thought you should know so it doesn't catch you off guard."

"I appreciate the heads up, but I think I'll be fine," I tell her with a laugh. "I got used to yours quick enough, so this shouldn't be too difficult of an adjustment. Does that mean I'll be getting to see you in short shorts, too?"

She smirks, yanking open her truck door. "If you're lucky, I might even wear my swimsuit for you. It's just too bad we don't have our pool ready yet. I'd love to see you in a speedo."

"Are you trying to make me jump you?" I ask, laughing as I open my own car door, having moved over and parked next to her after school.

"Maybe," she shoots back, sticking her tongue out at me. "Come on, I already texted my parents that we're on our way." She climbs into her truck, the engine roaring to life quickly as I clamber into my sedan. It's not exactly a great car, but it works and can get me from point A to point B without any problems, so I'm not complaining. She pulls out of the parking lot, heading east and out of town, so I follow. Our town isn't huge, maybe seven thousand people tops, and a majority of those are over thirty five. It's a rural town, where practically everyone knows everyone else, although from what Mallory's told me, I'm surprised no one's found out her and her "father's" secret before. She said that she came from another town, her parents meeting while they were in college, so that makes sense. But with how intrusive everyone in a small town is when it comes to sticking their noses into other people's business, I'm pretty impressed they've been able to hide it for so long.

The drive to her house is pretty uneventful: a lot of fields and a few barns pretty much the only scenery after we left the town limits. I spy a forest in the distance, surrounded on all sides by empty fields, except for a large house on the side nearer us. She turns onto the road leading to the woods, and I'm a little surprised when she turns into the drive of the house I'd spotted. It's not a mansion, but it's fairly close: a two-storied, Victorian-style house with a nice, white front porch and a fair-size yard around it, reaching to the woods themselves. Hedges and shrubbery line the edge of the yard, a freshly tilled garden set to one side of the house, with a white picket fence surrounding it. The driveway opens up to a large, clear, concrete space that looks like it could house a few cars nicely, with a small, attached, two-car garage catty-corner to the garden and leading to the parking area, a short hallway leading from it to the house itself, and cutting off my view of the backyard from that side. A small, stone path leads around the house on the right(east) side, but I can only make out a small portion of an in-ground pool from the road as I pull in behind Mallory, parking right next to her.

"Wow, your parents must be rich," I tell her as we get out of our cars, unable to tear my gaze from her house. "This place looks amazing!"

"One of my moms works as a nurse while my futa mom is a supervisor for Ford," she replies, pulling her backpack from the passenger seat and swinging it over and onto her back, her black hair swaying in the breeze. I've always liked the way she wears her hair: a layered style that covers a portion of the right side of her face, with red and orange highlighted tips. "You'd be surprised how well a factory supervisor position pays, although she does have to work ten to twelve hour days quite often. At least she gets weekends off."

"I know how much a line worker makes, so I can imagine," I tell her, grabbing my own, significantly lighter, backpack that's only carrying my musical stuff. "So, uh, any advice for me?"

She purses her lips, looking me up and down. "Just be yourself. I'm sure they'll love you."

"They're not the ones I'm trying to make love me," I quip, not realizing what I'm saying. Both our eyes widen as realization dawns on us. "Sorry, I didn't just say that," I try and take it back.

"Say what? I didn't hear anything," Mallory says, her cheeks blushing as red as her tips. "A-anyways, let's get inside before we don't say something else."

"Right. After you," I gesture, my cheeks blushing as well. She quickly starts walking, her gait setting her ass to swinging, and I can't help glancing down a few times. Even in her loose jeans, it still looks amazing. I follow her up the front steps of the house, across the immaculate porch, and finally inside. You know how, sometimes, houses look bigger from the inside than they do on the outside? Mallory's wasn't like that. Don't get me wrong; it's really big. Just not bigger than it looks from the outside.

"Mom! I'm home!" Mallory shouts, kicking her shoes off next to the door where a few more pairs sit: a pair of steel-toed work boots, a pair of bright white sneakers, a pair of running shoes, and three pairs of flip flops. A large, spiral staircase sits against a wall to the left, a small hallway separating that wall from the outside. I spy a living room off in that direction, currently dark, as Mallory drops her backpack off on the stairs, motioning for me to do the same. I slip my shoes off as well, placing them next to hers, and set my backpack to hers as she makes her way to an open doorway behind the stairs, large enough that a set of double doors would have fit perfectly. The doorway leads to a beautiful dining room, dominated by a six-seater table at which sits two gorgeous women, who have to be Mallory's moms. Behind the table, set into the backwall of the house, is a glass door that leads out into what looks like a sunroom, although I can't see into it clearly. I can see the family resemblance between her and one of her moms: she's got the same long, black hair, although she wears hers in a practical ponytail, the same cheekbones, and similar facial features, although she has blue eyes instead of brown. Unlike her daughter, though, she's a bit on the thicker side, with tits even bigger than Mallory's, a bit of a stomach bump, thick thighs, and a fairly large, squeezable ass. I wouldn't call her "fat," but she definitely has a little bit of chub. A warm smile lights up her face, and I get the feeling that she's a very loving person. She's wearing a tight fitting tank top, which hugs her curves nicely, and a pair of yoga pants cling to her legs, highlighting her thick thighs.

Mallory's other mother, though, doesn't resemble her much. She's got short, blonde hair with pink highlights throughout, one side of her head shaved short while her hair is thrown to the other side. Her deep brown eyes, though, are perfect imitations of her daughter's. Unlike her wife, she's very much in shape, with toned, muscular arms shown off due to the tank top she's wearing, and even though I can't see her lower half through the table, I'm sure her legs are just as toned. While not flat, her breasts aren't near as big as her daughter or wife's, most likely on the upper end of a B cup. She's wearing a smirk as Mallory and I enter the room, and I see her give me a once over before nodding as if she's alright with what she sees. "Hey, Mal. So this is the mysterious Phil you haven't been able to quit talking about this week."

"Alex!" Mallory whines, her cheeks blushing red as her other mother gives her a hug from the chair. "He's been here all of a minute and you're already embarrassing me."

"That's what moms are for," Alex says, chuckling and standing up. "My full name's Alexis, by the way, but you can call me Alex." I glanced down as she stands up, confirming my guess about her legs being toned, as well as spying a large bulge in her lycra short shorts, letting me know that she's definitely the futa. From the size of her bulge, I'd have to guess that she's a little shorter than Mallory, but probably just as girthy.

"I'm Phil, although you already knew that, apparently," I tell her, grinning, as she walks around the table. I reach out to shake her hand, but she just lifts her eyebrow questioningly before wrapping her arms around me in a powerful hug. I can feel the bulge of her cock snaking down her leg against my hip and I try to suppress my boner. I'm honestly afraid my bones might crack by the time she lets me go, which helps keep my dick under control. "Well, I can tell where Mallory gets her muscles from."

Alex chuckles again, moving around the table to retake her seat. "I like him. Come on and sit down, Phil. Hope you like hamburgers."

"Hamburgers sound great," I reply, taking a seat beside Mallory's other mom as she stands in the doorway.

"I'm gonna change into some shorts first," Mallory tells us, heading to the stairs. "I'll be right back down."

"Take your time, honey," her other mother calls, also giving me a once over. "It'll give us plenty of time to get to know your boyfriend here."

"I'm going to change as fast as I can," Mallory shouts, rushing upstairs making both her mother's laugh.

"I'm Becky, by the way," Mallory's female mom continues, giving me that warm smile again and shaking my proffered hand. "As you might have guessed already, I'm Mal's female mom. It's so nice to finally meet you."

"You, too," I reply, glancing at both. "Your house is beautiful. The Victorian style really suits it."

"Why, thank you, Phil," she replies, taking a small bite of her hamburger, although she's not using buns for some reason, cutting it up with a fork and knife. "We put a lot of effort into making it our dream house, and we're very pleased with the results. So, how long have you known Mallory?"

"I've known her since kindergarten, but we only started talking over the last few years," I tell them, lying to corroborate with Mallory's story that she told me she told them. "I actually didn't even know she was a futa until last week, when I accidentally walked in on her in the locker room. I was helping set things up for play and didn't think anyone would be in there for practice yet, but obviously I was wrong."

"I'll bet that was a surprise," Alex says around a mouthful of hamburger. Becky shoot her a glare and she withers, swallowing before adding, "Sorry. Anyways, Mal said that you were very open-minded about the whole dickgirl thing, which is awesome if you ask me. I had a similar situation happen to me back when I was in high school that didn't end so well, which is why I moved far away for college."

"I'm sorry," I tell her, helping myself to a hamburger and some tatter tots, "that must have made school difficult."

"Just a little," she says with a laugh, sharing a meaningful glance with Becky. "After that, I swore off guys, since I figured they'd all react the same way, and started dating women instead. It was tough going at first, but then I ended up getting a reputation with some of the girls around college, and it became a lot easier. Then I found Becky, and I've never looked back."

"I always love when you tell that story," Becky says, gazing at Alex, and I can see the affection in that look. "Plus, when you got me pregnant with Mal, you didn't have much choice."

"Details, details," Alex says, making the three of us laugh. Just then, Mallory comes back down, wearing the same shirt as before, but now wearing a pair of shorts that reach her midthigh, a huge bulge packed into the front of the loose material. I watch, entranced, as her bulge bounces with each step, her breasts shaking as well and telling me she's not wearing a bra, and her nervous smile utterly enchanting me, until she takes a seat beside me. "Uh, Phil? Something the matter?"

"Huh? Oh, no, everything's fine," I reply, blushing hard as I realize I had been staring pretty obviously. "So, Becky, Mallory tells me you're a nurse?"

She nods, finishing her chewing before replying, "Yes, I'm a nurse practitioner, actually. We're similar to nurses, but the difference is that we can treat patients ourselves and prescribe medications instead of needing referrals from a doctor. We can still make referrals to specialists, of course, but we have a lot more freedom than your standard nurse." She gives me a quick grin. "Plus, it pays a little more than your average nurse, too."

"That it does," Alex adds, chuckling around another mouthful of food. She ignores her wife's annoyed look this time, swallowing before going on, "It better with how much schooling it took. What do your parents do, Phil?"

"Well, my mom works as a bank teller, and my dad is a mechanical engineer for a small workshop," I tell them before taking a bite.

"An engineer, huh? I can see where you get your brains from," Alex says, making me blush. "Mallory always talks about how smart you are."

"Alex!" Mallory cries again, her cheeks blushing as red as the tips of her hair. "You're embarrassing me!"

"I don't think Phil minds," she replies, laughing. "Besides, isn't that my job?" After that, Mallory's parents begin asking me the standard questions: who are your parents, do you have any siblings, any plans for college, etc. Mallory keeps fairly silent throughout the meal, her cheeks still crimson, as I ask them about themselves as well. Turns out, Becky is allergic to gluten, which is why she ate her burger without buns, and they're both really young to have an eighteen-year-old daughter with Becky only being thirty seven and Alex a couple years older at thirty nine. After supper, we make our way into their living room, which is a little smaller than I initially expected, but still large. A huge, L-shaped couch takes up one corner of the room, situated for a perfect view of the television, which looks to be at least a sixty inch, mounted to the wall. A few game consoles sit on an entertainment center below: a Wii, Switch, and Xbox One. A cabinet full of games stands to the side, not full but with a decent selection, and another cabinet sits on the other side, full of movies and board games. A liquor cabinet, filled with a wide assortment of drinks, hands on the wall abutting the kitchen, and both Becky and Alex pour themselves a glass of Jack and Coke before the four of us sit on the sofa, Mallory and I on one arm while her mothers occupy the other. We keep the small talk going, using the television mainly as background noise, until a movie comes on. "Oh, this is my favorite movie ever," Becky sighs, cuddling up to Alex, who puts an arm around her shoulders. "Have you seen it before, Phil?"

"I don't really watch a lot of romances," I reply, trying to place the movie. I may not watch them much, but my mother loves the Hallmark channel, so I've seen more than I would like to have. "They're not really my thing. I'm more of aLord of the RingsorMonty Pythonkind of guy."

"Oo, I loveMonty Python!" Alex says, grinning hugely. "'Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elder berries!' Oh my god, it's been too long since I've watched that. I'll need to break the DVD back out."

"Oh, great, look what you did, Phil," Becky groans. "Now she's going to want to watch it, like, ten times this week."

"What? It's such a good movie!" Alex argues.

"It is, but that doesn't mean I want to watch it every day, or even twice in one day."

"Okay, fine, how about this. Next time Phil comes over, we'll have a movie night and watch it together. That sound good to everyone?"

"No complaints here," I tell her, Mallory nodding agreement as she subtly shifts closer to me. I slip my arm behind her back as she sidles up against me, my hand resting on her hip.

"Fine, just hush up so I can watch the movie," Becky says impatiently, eyes riveted on the TV. "Would you mind grabbing us another couple cans of Coke and the Jack Daniels for us, Phil? We're running a little low."

"Uh, sure," I reply, reluctantly getting up and heading to the kitchen. I hear some whispered conversation as I leave the room, but I don't try to eavesdrop. Instead, I just try to move as fast as I can without shaking the cans and bottle they had left on the dining table. The whispers die down as I come back, Mallory significantly redder in the face than before, as Becky asks, "Would you mind turning the lights down as well? It really sets the mood for the movie."

"Alright," I say, a little confused but not wanting to disappoint them. So far, they seemed to like me, but I don't want to take any chances. I turn the light, which is on a dimmer switch, until it's barely more than a glow, sort of how it is in the movie theater. I make my way across the room, handing Becky and Alex their drinks, before taking my seat beside Mallory, who immediately cuddles up with me, her head resting on mine due to the height differential. I wrap an arm around her back, my fingertips brushing against her muscular abs. She sighs as she flips an arm behind me and squeezes me tight.

The movie goes pretty normally for a while, just your average chick flick. Girl is dating some guy she doesn't actually like, but falls for this other guy she just met after bonding over a mutual interest in writing. I don't know what movie it is, or what the characters' names are, because I've been focused on Mallory holding me tight, her breasts, pushed against my shoulder, rising and falling with every deep breath. Then, the tone takes a slight turn. The main girl and her love interest end up being locked in a store all night, alone. Things start getting hot and heavy, and I glance down, embarrassed. I could never watch risqué scenes with my parents, let alone sex scenes, because it always felt wrong. I definitely didn't feel comfortable watching them with my girlfriend's parents, either.

My eyes widen when I spy Mallory's bulge begin growing as she watches the scene, her cock plumping up and getting longer as I watch, pushing up one leg of her shorts. I feel an answering twitch in my own jeans as my dick starts getting hard, too, so I glance away again, not wanting to pop a boner in front of Mallory's parents. Apparently, though, she isn't the only one getting turned on.

I can't believe my eyes as I glance over at Alex and Becky, only to find Becky's reached over and is stroking Alex's cock through her tight shorts, her hand making long strokes up and down her thigh as she feels up her wife's huge cock, with what looks to be about a quarter of it poking out the bottom of her short shorts. Unable to look away, my jaw almost drops as my gaze travels up to see Alex groping Becky's breasts, the arm around her shoulder giving her the perfect vantage to play with her wife's prodigious chest. My cheeks heat up as my gaze continues upward to their faces, Becky's still trained on the movie, if a little redder and breathing heavier, but Alex's glancing my way. She gives me a grin and a wink, her cock jumping in her shorts and making them slide further up her leg to expose more of its thick, veiny length, when we make eye contact, and I barely stifle a gasp when I feel Mallory's hand, the one she had slipped behind my back, begin feeling up my crotch.

"Well, as much as I'd like to finish the movie, I think it's time we went to bed, don't you?" Alex announces as I look away, heart pounding, dick getting harder, and cheeks cherry red. I glance at the clock to see that it's not even nine thirty, so I know something's off.

"Oh, alright," Becky sighs, her hand pulling away from Alex's thigh, the tight material failing to contain her throbbing cock which has grown almost down to her knees and looks to be almost a foot long, held against her leg very tenuously. "Good night, you two. Make sure to keep it down, alright?"

"You guys do the same," Mallory replies, pausing in her groping to watch her parents get up and leave, Alex's hand squeezing Becky's ass and her cock still in plain view.

"Well, that was awkward," I whisper, chuckling. That's all I can manage, though, before Mallory tackles me into the couch, lips locking with mine as her hands roam all over my body. Caught off-guard, I only hesitate a second before returning the gesture, entangling the fingers of one of my hands in her hair and kissing her deeply, eyes closed as I savor the taste of her lips. She opens her mouth, so I let my body take the lead, letting my tongue embark on a journey to meet hers as we have a brief bout of tongue fencing. My other hand starts on the small of her back, pressing her lower body into mine as she grinds her cock against my leg, before questing lower and cupping her round ass, my hand just barely large enough to grasp one full cheek and squeeze. She groans into our kiss, one hand running across my chest underneath my shirt while her other hand entangles in my too long, blonde hair.I need a haircut, flashes through my mind for a second before all higher-level thought is driven from me as her hand wanders lower and begins grabbing my dick through my jeans.

She pulls back, panting, as her deep brown eyes meet mine, a hungry, lustful, longing gaze staring back at me. "These are in the way. We need to fix that," she says, her soprano voice husky with desire as she tries to unbutton my pants with one hand. This time, I don't hesitate, reaching the hand not intertwined in her hair around to help her out. Teamwork prevails and we manage to unbutton and unzip my pants, the two of us able to help me shimmy out of my constricting jeans until they're around my knees. She attacks me again, biting my lower lip before forcing her tongue in my mouth, her hand returning to my crotch. I've gotta say: being felt up feels much better when it's not through denim.

She pulls her lower body up so our crotches are beside each other, her thick cock protruding from the left leg of her gym shorts and lifting the fabric up with the strength of her erection. Moaning, she starts rubbing her massive cock against my own, about half the length of her ten-incher and about an inch skinnier, but she doesn't seem to mind the size. I certainly don't, humping up into her to match her movements as we frot, my underwear the only thing separating us, her monster still growing until it reaches its full ten-inch length, almost two inches thick. Even after sucking it a couple times already, I still marvel at its size, unable to believe it's real even when I feel it rubbing against mine.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but you might need this," a voice shouts from the doorway. Mallory and I turn, eyes wide and faces flushed from arousal, as Alex throws a box our way, landing just in front of the couch. She gives me a Cheshire grin, the right side of her bare chest visible as she peeks around the doorframe, her B-cup breast on display. "I hope I bought the right size. I don't normally have to buy them so small. Have fun, you two! Be safe, because I'm not looking for grandbabies yet!" She shoots me a wink before disappearing, quick footsteps padding across a hardwood, dining room floor before ascending up the stairs.

"That didn't just happen, did it?" Mallory asks, cheeks so red that I swear I can feel them burning with her face right next to mine.

"Well, the box is real, so I'll have to say it happened," I reply, reaching down and grabbing a box of normal-sized condoms. It's unopened, which makes sense considering what Alex said about them being too small for her, and if what I saw bulging out the bottom of her shorts is any indicator, she's not lying. "To be fair, we do need one of these."

She gives me an exasperated look, her breathing heavy. "You're lucky you're cute," she adds, shaking her head with a rueful grin, before beginning to grind our crotches together again. "Besides, who said I'd be the one being fucked, eh?" My eyes widen in fear, but she blushes, glancing away. "I mean, I was hoping that would be what was happening tonight, but it went very, very differently in my mind. Fuck, I'm so embarrassed."

I look into her beautiful brown eyes, cheeks still flushed bright red, and I smile as I pull her face to mine, my hand still entwined in her hair. She meets my gaze, a little of the heat from before returning to her eyes as she leans into my movements, and then we're kissing again, hands roaming across each other's bodies as we quickly get back to where we were. My hands slide across her athletic body, enjoying the feel of her muscular abs and sides as they make their way up to her full, heavy breasts. She moans into my kiss as I start to fondle them, cupping as much of one in my hand as I can, kneading her plush tit as her grinding grows more intense, her hands running across my stomach, chest, and arms. I feel a little self-conscious, my body not even close to being as toned as hers and my dick a little shorter than half the length of hers now that it's fully hard, but she doesn't seem to mind. I move from playing with her boob to playing with her nipple, flicking and teasing it like I've done for a couple of my friends before when they were curious what it felt like.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," Mallory moans, pulling away from our kiss and meeting my eyes again. "Help me get my shorts off. I need you inside me."

With a little struggling as she tries to shimmy her no-longer-loose shorts down her long legs, her cock wobbling with her every movement and smacking up against mine, straining to be free from my underwear. She throws her shorts to the side impatiently as I pull down my underwear, getting stuck when it meets my jeans around my knees. She gets off me for a second so I can strip off my pants and underwear, leaving my shirt on, while she pulls her own off, revealing a perfect set of tits, sagging only slightly due to their weight. She shakes her head, hair tumbling around her head before it lands in its normal style, as I grab a condom, ripping open the package hastily as she sits on my thighs, anxiously waiting for me to put it on. I slide the rubbery covering down my shaft, Mallory's cock next to mine making me wonder jut how much of hers would fit inside it, before she lifts herself up and positions her pussy above me.

Slowly, she lowers herself, ab and leg muscles flexing with the movement, and we both gasp when I enter her, her virgin cunny gripping me tightly. She bites her lower lip, steadily pushing herself down further until she meets resistance, my dick butting up against her hymen. With a little whimper, she pushes her hips down until, eventually, her hymen gives and she sinks further with a gasp, blood beginning to leak from her pussy as her eyes tear up from the pain.

"Take your time," I whisper to her, one hand on her hip to keep her from falling, while the other grabs her free hand, fingers entwining as I hold her hand tight. She glances up to meet my eyes, pain and fear obvious in their depths, so I squeeze her hand tighter in reassurance as she slowly lowers herself until, finally, she's taken me all the way, ass resting on my thighs as takes a few deep breaths. I let her take as much time as she needs, whispering words of encouragement to her as her breathing steadies and small trickles of blood leak from around my dick. "You're doing amazing. You feel amazing. It'll get better, just take it slow."

"Oh, fuck," she whimpers, leaning down and hugging me into her chest, gently lifting herself up before lowering herself again, using small movements as she adjusts to the new sensations going through her. And while mine aren't as intense as hers, I'm sure, the feeling of her no-longer-virgin pussy gripping my dick so tightly is better than I had ever expected, all of my will power necessary to stop from grabbing her hips and rushing to my extremely close climax. I don't want to cum already, but she's gripping me so tightly that it's hard to fight back. "I-I think I'm ready. J-Just, do it gently, please? It still hurts a little."

"Of course," I tell her, kissing her shoulder as my hands move to her hips. She hums as I trail kisses up to her neck, her back arching to give me access to her neck, then her jawline, before finally our lips meet again and we're kissing as I gently move her hips up and down, giving her small, short thrusts as she moans in pleasure mixed with pain.

"Mm, it feels so good," she moans between kisses, voice breathy and hips beginning to gyrate with my movements as the pain fades away. "Fuck, keep going, Phil. I'm getting close."

"So am I," I pant, my breathing heavy despite the minimal movement. Her hands roam across my body, pushing my shirt up to reveal my somewhat-in-shape chest and stomach, although I'm nowhere near as ripped as Mallory. She pulls back to gaze at me, eyes roving up and down my body with a lust that I find surprising. I never thought of myself as attractive or desirable, but the way she's looking at me, the way her hands are exploring my body so eagerly as she grows more confident in her gyrations, makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world. To capture the attention of a woman this beautiful, to have my old bully trying to make amends, and making a very convincing case of it, I might add, as she rides me, being able to watch her every expression while her thick cock is colliding with my stomach with every thrust, I come to the conclusion that my life is as close to perfect as I'd ever imagined it could be.

"Oo, Phil, I think I'm cumming!" Mallory whines, her gyrations and humping growing more desperate as her pussy grips down harder on my dick, liquids dousing my erection and squirting onto my pelvis, mixing with the blood that had leaked there from her broken hymen. She screams in ecstasy, loud enough that I'm sure her parents must have heard it through the ceiling, as she cums around my cock, nails biting into me where she's gripping my chest and arm, body spasming as pleasure rushes through her, and I can't hold myself back. With a wordless grunt, I thrust inside her, holding her hips as still as I can while she's still trying to ride me, my cock pulsing as I begin to cum inside her, only the condom stopping me from filling her pussy. "Oh, fuck, I can feel you pulsing inside me. Fuck, I'm cumming again," she moans, her pussy clamping down again and milking my cock for all it's worth, her hips making small movements despite me trying to hold her still.

"Ah, shit," I groan, my muscles relaxing as I sink into the plush sofa, now wet with sweat and my orgasm dying down as my cum slows to a dribble inside the condom, the pain from Mallory's nails growing more astute as my senses return. "That was amazing."

"Yeah, it was," she replies, panting as her fingers unclench and she lets herself fall forward, back arched slightly so that her head is lying next to mine. Her soft, sweaty body feels amazing against my flushed skin, her huge cock stuck between us, throbbing and still hard. "I'm sorry I couldn't go any longer. I don't have much stamina when it comes to…this way."

"I couldn't have lasted much longer myself," I tell her with a heavy chuckle, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck. "You might want to get up so I can take the condom off, though."

"Oh, yeah, right," she says, rolling around so she's sitting on my thighs. I slide the condom, now slightly loose as my dick deflates, off and set it on the carpet, careful not to let it spill. "Whew, that was fun. Um, do you mind giving me a blowjob, too?" she asks, gesturing to her still throbbing dong.

"Sure," I reply, rolling off the couch as we shuffle around until I'm kneeling in front of the couch, Mallory's girlcock staring at me right in the face, a dollop of clear precum oozing from the slit. "I don't think I'll ever get used to the size," I mutter, smearing her precum on my hands before grabbing her cock and stroking it, using her own liquid as lubrication.

She blushes, glancing away. "I always thought it was normal size, since my mom's is only half an inch shorter, until I started watching porn and realized that it's too big. Sorry I'm a freak."

I look up into her face, self-loathing evident in her expression, and I can feel the struggle she's having not to cry. I move back onto the couch beside her while she steadfastly refuses to make eye contact with me, gazing the other direction and trying to hide her sniffles. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, and she folds into my embrace immediately, shoulders shaking from silent sobs. "You're not a freak," I tell her, rubbing her back and feeling like the taller one even though she's got almost a foot on me. "You're just unique; special. I guarantee half the guys at school would give anything to have a dick as big as yours. Hell, I'm still a little jealous myself, although the fact that you like me the way I am makes me feel kind of silly. Never be ashamed of who you are, or what you've got between your legs, Mallory. You're the most beautiful, amazing girl I know, and I wouldn't change anything about you for the world."

She tries her best to stifle her sobbing, but it's too much for her. I just hold her as she cries, tears falling on my bare shoulders as she lets out what feels like quite a few years' worth of emotion in only ten or so minutes. I don't say anything, just let her get out all her grief and off her my silent support. Eventually her sobs abate, and the room falls silent aside from an occasional sniffle. I don't push her, letting her go at her own pace as she works through whatever exactly she's going through. All I know is that, whenever she's ready, I'll be there for her.

"Thank you, Phil," she whispers, voice hoarse. "Thank you so much."

"Any time," I tell her, surprised to find I actually meant it.

"I love you," she says, body tensing up as she waits for my response.

"I love you, too, Mallory," I reply, not even hesitating. Her body relaxes into mine, set at ease from my answer.

"I'm so sorry for everything I've ever done to you," she says, still unable to pull away and meet my eyes. "I feel like such an ass."

"Well, you do have an amazing one, but that's beside the point," I joke to try and lighten the mood. She gives me a gently smack to my head but can't stop a little giggle from escaping. "It's alright, Mal. I forgive you, and we'll work through this together." I pull back, grabbing her chin and making her meet my gaze, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed, but I still think she looks beautiful. "Come on. Let's get to bed. You'll feel better in the morning."

She just nods, eyes staring into mine as if to make sure I meant every word I said. She must see something in them that convinces her, because she gives me a quick, chaste kiss on the lips before standing up, her now flaccid cock swinging between her legs and whacking against her thigh. "Don't forget the condom. I'd hate for my parents to find that down here. They always make me clean up my messes."

"You masturbate in the living room?" I ask incredulously.

She smiles shyly. "Sometimes, when they're not home. They don't mind, so long as I don't get any stains on anything. That's why one of the couch cushions is turned upside down."

"Wow, that's pretty kinky," I reply with a grin, grabbing the used condom as she picks up our clothes. "Don't you want to get dressed?"

She shrugs, throwing her own clothes over her shoulder while she offers me mine. "Not really. Alex and mom will probably be in their room until they fall asleep. And even if they were to see me, they knew something was happening between us tonight anyways."

"Really?" I ask, incredulous.

She nods, throwing my clothes over her shoulder when I make no move to take them. "Yeah, they actually even told me that they were going to try to help. That's why they were feeling each other up during the movie: to turn you on. Granted, they like to feel each other up all the time, but there was an ulterior motive this time."

"Wow, I don't know whether that's creepy, kinky, or just plain weird," I laugh, following her as she heads upstairs, watching her ass sway with every step and her anaconda swinging between her legs all the while.

"I think it's a combination of all three," she replies, giggling. While I can still hear some lingering emotion in her voice, I'm glad she's feeling better. "My room's the first one on the right. Guest bedroom is on the far right, but I'm assuming you're fine with sleeping in my room?"

"Yeah, so long as it's fine with your parents," I reply, following her inside. Her room is pretty close to how I imagined it, with a few subtle differences. She has posters of classic rock and metal bands hanging around the room, ranging from Aerosmith to Five Finger Death Punch. A desk with a decent looking PC is set up against a wall of the room, a booby Tsunade mousepad sitting next to her wireless keyboard. A few anime figurines litter the top portion of her two-story desk, a few more sitting atop and scattered throughout an otherwise scantily filled bookcase, with mostly manga lining the shelves. Most I recognize from big name anime, although there are a couple I can't quite place. Clothes are strewn about the floor, not quite messy but definitely not pristine. A flat screen TV hangs against another wall, opposite her bed, with a PS4 and a nice selection of games filling the rest of the entertainment center. An open doorway beside her bed leads to a bathroom, a sink and toilet visible from this angle, but I can't make out anything else. She throws our clothes onto her desk chair as she heads inside, with me close on her heels. "Um, sorry if it's a little messy," she says, cheeks turning red.

"I don't mind," I reply, grabbing my underwear from her chair and pulling it on. "It's cleaner than my room normally is. I didn't know you were into anime."

"I love anime!" she says, face lighting up as we sit on her bed together, her still completely naked. "My favorite has got to be My Hero right now, although I'm a huge FMA and Naruto fan. I'm almost caught up on One Piece, but I have to wait until the dubbed versions come out since it's hard to keep up with the subtitles."

"Oh, yeah, because of the dyslexia," I say, wincing after I say it because I know she doesn't like talking about it.

"Yeah, and there's too much to pay attention to while I'm trying to read," she agrees, not even mentioning it. "Hey, listen, I've got to use the bathroom before we go to bed. There's a guest bathroom across the hall from the guest bedroom, if you want to use that one to throw the condom away."

"Yeah, sure," I say, heading to the hallway as she goes into her bathroom. It feels a little weird, walking down the hallway in just my underwear, but Mallory didn't seem too worried walking around naked, so it should be fine. I close the bathroom door most of the way behind me, tossing the condom in the toilet with a small splash before taking a piss, reflecting on all that had just happened. I hadn't expected I'd be having sex with Mallory tonight, and I definitely hadn't expected to hear her say she loves me.

My mind is so far away that I don't even hear the door opening, nor someone walking inside, until she clears her throat, startling me and making me miss the bowl for a second. "Hey," Alex says, arms crossed as she leans against the wall beside the door, completely naked. I can't help glancing down, catching a glimpse of her massive member, which even flaccid looks about seven inches long and as thick around as Mallory's. A pair of balls, just as big as her daughter's, sit behind her dong, and a bush of black pubic hair surrounds her crotch, not overly wild but definitely in need of a trim. Not wanting to be caught staring at her junk, I quickly meet her eyes, but she smirks to let me know I've been caught.

"Uh, hey, Alex," I say, tucking myself away as I feel a little emasculated by her endowment. "What's up?"

"Not much, just finishing up," she says, her eyes unreadable except for a humor sitting on top. "You know Mal's my baby girl, right? And I'm just looking to protect her, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," I reply, thinking I know where she's going with this but wanting to make sure. "I'd never hurt her. I really, really like her."

She gazes into my eyes, as if to see if I'm telling the truth, and she must be happy with what she finds there. "I know you do, Phil. And I know you'd never do anything to hurt her. You're a good kid." She smirks again, wrapping me in a hug, her cock pressing against mine through my underwear. "I wish I had met a guy like you in high school. Although, I might not have married Becky then, so maybe it's for the best." Her smirk melts into a grin as she pulls back, a nostalgic expression on her face.

"Thanks, Alexis," I reply, fighting back a boner even though I just came a little while ago. "I really appreciate it."

She slaps my shoulder as she turns around. "You know, it wouldn't be the worst thing if our secret got out. Maybe she'll have an easier time with it than I did." She moves to exit the room but stops and turns to me again. "Oh, and don't be afraid to take her up the butt sometime. It's actually pretty enjoyable." My cheeks flush bright red and she chuckles, giving me a wink, before leaving, and I'm left in the bathroom alone with my thoughts again, although they've taken a different turn this time.

"What took so long?" Mallory asks when I finally get back to her room. She's sitting on her bed, back against the wall with light blanket around her, watching some YouTube her TV, naked except for the blanket.

"Just had a chat with Alex is all," I tell her, closing the door behind me and taking a seat next to her, wrapping an arm around her as she cuddles up to me beneath the blanket, draping it over me to cover us both.

"What about?"

"Oh, nothing much," I reply, enjoying the feel of her body pressing against mine. "So, what're we watching?"

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"'So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in. I've really never been in love before'," my friend Harold Brown, who's playing the part of Sky Masterson in the musical, and Jamie Palmer, who got the part of Sister Sarah Brown, sing the ending number for the end of Act One, their voices melding together very well, his higher baritone providing a strong base for her strong soprano. I was assigned the second male lead, the pat of Nathan Detroit, alongside one of my oldest friends Cassie Dotson, who's playing my in-show fiancé, Miss Adelaide, in our school's production ofGuys and Dolls. We actually had a decent number of guys try out this year, so to be picked as one of the male leads was an honor, although I had hoped to get the part of Sky. I also found it funny that, although Harold and Cassie are dating and had tried out for Nathan and Adelaide together, our teacher, Mrs. Baxter, had decided to pair Cassie and me together, saying that she thought we looked like a cuter couple.

"I can see why Harold got the lead over you," Mallory teases from beside me, the two of us sitting in the stands below the stage as Mrs. Baxter critiques their singing. Our school was large enough that we warranted an auditorium for our class plays, a stage set about five feet above the first row of seats, and a couple feet away from them, dominates the front third of the room, with curved staircases leading up to it from the aisles along the side of the room. There's enough room behind the curtain for all the cast to hide, change between scenes, and otherwise hang out until their cues, but it's normally a little cramped back there. While the room isn't huge, it can still comfortably sit several hundred people in the theater-style seats set between the two aisles along the outside walls of the room. With the seats set at a slight decline towards the stage, it's probably one of the nicest school auditoriums I've seen in all my years of watching plays.

"Watch it," I reply, pushing her playfully as she smirks at me. It's been a full week since I spent my first weekend over at her house, and what a weekend it was. We mainly spent our time hanging around her house, getting to know her parents, working on her homework together, and sneaking trips out to the forest beside her house as we went to explore and find secluded places to fool around. Not that her parents would have objected, honestly. Over the weekend, I came to realize that they were very open about sex and weren't overly covert about PDAs. I'd mostly catch Alex instigating it, either embracing Becky from behind and humping into her or groping her thick ass when her wife bent over to grab something, although Becky wasn't entirely innocent, occasionally feeling up Alex's girlcock if she thought Mallory and I weren't watching. These occurrences were normally followed up with poor excuses to go upstairs, which we knew meant they were having sex, although I found out that all the bedrooms were very well soundproofed, so we didn't hear them through the ceiling. My favorite had to be, "We're going upstairs to…jump on the bed for a little while."

Mallory and I normally seized on those moments to have a little fun of our own, either giving each other blowjobs or me fucking her followed by me giving her a blowjob right after. I could tell that she wanted to take things further in the…"pitching" department, and I wanted to, too, but every time I saw just how big her dick is, I chickened out. She never complained, and I could tell she was alright with taking things slow when it came to anal, but she was eager to lose her virginity that way, too. I told her I'd buy a dildo on my way home Sunday night to try and prepare myself, which I did, although I've been a little nervous about using it. It's not as big as her, of course, but sticking something up my ass was not something I'd ever pictured myself doing before. I decided to hold off until the weekend, hoping that having Mallory help me would make it feel less weird.

We did make one trip to my home that weekend, so I could grab a change of clothes and so Mallory could meet my parents. The meeting was a hit, my parents loving her, and even after we came out about Mallory's secret, they took it in stride. I don't think they completely understood what we were telling them, but they didn't criticize us and were very accepting of Mallory and I dating anyways.

"You two are so cute," Cassie says, giggling. She's sitting beside us, her feet resting on the back of the chair in front of her. Being one of the youngest in our grade, and still seventeen despite the school year almost being over, she's also the shortest in our grade, standing at just an inch shy of five foot. Weighing barely more than ninety pounds and petite as can be, people constantly mistake her for being thirteen, and I know she cussed out someone once because they thought she was even younger than that before. Pale, green eyes stand out of a beautiful, freckled face, long, curly dark-red hair normally pulled back in a practical ponytail because she runs a lot. Today, she's wearing some cut-off jean shorts that barely reach her mid-thigh, her pale, freckled legs stretching as far as they can so she can reach the chairs in front of us, a pair of sandals adorning her cute, little feet. A tank top hangs loose around her slight frame, bra straps showing despite her relative lack of need for one. "It's hard to believe you were, like, worst enemies just a couple weeks ago."

"Yeah, I can't believe it either," Jake says, sitting on the other side of Cassie, feet propped up as well. A lot of people have told me that Jake and I look like twins: we have the same blond hair, although he wears his shorter than mine close to a buzz cut, the same facial structure, fairly similar build in that he's only a few inches taller than me at five foot six and relatively skinny, and a similar taste in music, books, video games, girls, practically everything. The big difference between us, other than the couple inches in height, is that he has his dad's pale blue eyes, whereas mine are hazel like my dad's, and his voice is a little higher pitched than mine. "A hot girl like Mallory, dating this lump of ugly? Sure she didn't eat something weird and go crazy?"

"You know he literally looks the same as you, if he cut his hair," Mallory quips, a smile playing on her lips. "Which, by the way, you need to do soon. It's getting almost as long as mine."

"Yes, dear," I say, deadpan like husbands do in every movie ever made. She smirks while the others chuckle, giving me a small pec on the cheek.

"Oy, watch the PDA," Jake says, making the universal sign for gagging: acting as if he's putting a finger down his throat.

"Can I have some quiet in the peanut gallery for a second, please?" Mrs. Baxter asks us, not really annoyed, but needing to be able to hear Harold and Jamie better. Harold, unlike Jake and I, is pretty tall, standing over six foot by almost half a foot, and even though he weighs around two hundred and twenty pounds, he's definitely not chunky. He's also the only football player who's also in choir and play. He's got dark brown hair, shaggy but not as long as mine, and gray eyes. Today he's wearing a school t-shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and knee socks with sandals, which I always tease him about. Because of the height difference between him and Cassie, we always joke about how he only dates her because she doesn't have to down far to give him a blowjob. She always punches us for that, calling us pigs, but he just laughs.

"Yeah, way to put the 'ass' in Cassie," Jake whispers, poking her in the arm. She scowls but is fighting back a grin. No matter how much we rip on each other, it's all good-natured, so none of us take it seriously.

"And, take it from the top," Mrs. Baxter said after Harold and Jamie take their places on stage. I can't help watching Jamie as she moves to her starting position, tucking her long brown hair behind an ear. For the longest time, I've had a little crush on her, her piercing green eyes always drawing my attention to her beautiful face. While she's not as gifted in the chest department as Mallory, which is hard to do anyways, she's definitely got some nice curves to her, both top and bottom. Like Mallory, she's not skinny, but also not overly big, just a bit of chubbiness to her middle that looks good, although I like Mallory's hard abs, too. She's about the same height as me, standing a little over five foot two, and proud of it. Like jake, we've got a lot of similar interests, and we've been friends for years, both of us introducing each other to books, games, and bands we thought the other would like. Honestly, if I wasn't going out with Mallory, I would definitely consider asking her out, if I didn't think she was out of my league. Not to say that Mallory isn't out of my league, too, but it helps that she's the one who came onto me first. Plus, we've already said, "I love you," to each other, so that tends to make it fairly serious. Jamie's wearing a Queen t-shirt today, the one with theBohemian Rhapsodyshot where their faces are floating in the dark, and a pair of denim cut-offs like Cassie's. She's currently not wearing her shoes, her mismatched blue and pink ankle socks standing out much more than her low-top, teal Converse, which are sitting near the front of the stage, a little out of the way. Whenever she has the chance, she always either goes barefoot or in her socks, stating that it's so much more comfortable than wearing shoes.

Harold starts the song off, facing away from Jamie and looking down, singing about how he's never felt anything like this before, gradually turning his attention to Jamie until they're gazing into each other's eyes. Jamie picks up in the middle of the song, her solo telling a similar story as she starts off bashfully glancing away before moving closer until they're mere inches apart. As they join together in the duet, they continue to gaze into each other's eyes and begin a tentative embrace. With the last notes of the song ringing, they share a short, chaste, kiss, and I have to admit, I almost believe it's real. As much as I wanted to be the male lead, I can't deny that he's a great actor and singer.

"Much better," Mrs. Baxter says when they pull back, looking to her for critiquing. "If you perform as well during the actual production as you did there, we might just outdo last year's musical. All right, everyone, five-minute break and then we'll practiceGuys and Dollsagain before calling it a wrap."

"I thought we were already practicing that," Jake jokes, although none of us laugh. Cassie just rolls her eyes as he laughs at his own horrible joke, messing with his phone.

"I've told you you're not funny before, right?" I say as Harold and Jamie walk towards us, Jamie gently lowering herself down the front of the stage. My eyes widen when I see Harold accidentally step on one of her shoes, still sitting on the stage, and before I can yell a warning, he pitches forward, eyes shooting open and yelling in surprise. He falls off the front of the stage with a thud and a crack, and the four of us stand up to get a better view as we see him sprawled in the empty space between the front seats and the stage, left leg bent at an awkward angle.

"Oh, fuck, that hurts!" he yelps, pushing himself up and groaning when his leg shifts.

"Harold, watch your language!" Mrs. Baxter says, running over from where she had been talking with a couple students about costumes.

"Uh, it looks like he broke his leg, so I think swearing is the least of his worries right now, Mrs. B," I tell her as she peers over the edge, taking care to walk around Jamie's shoes, one of which was kicked backwards from Harold's fall.

"You may have a point…," Mrs. Baxter says, lowering herself off the stage like Jamie did. A lot of the other cast members have moved over to check out what's going on, forty of us in total, not including people here just supporting us like Mallory. "I'll call his parents and let them know what happened. Give him some space and work on your homework or something, everyone."

Most of our castmates amble off, talking amongst themselves as they break into smaller groups like us. Jamie scrambles back onstage to grab her shoes before coming back to join our group, a guilty look on her face. "Man, I feel so bad. It's all my fault."

"No, it's not, Jamie," Cassie says, hugging her before the taller girl bends down to slip her shoes on. "Harold should have been watching where he was walking."

"I heard that!" Harold shouts, his face red and still caught in a grimace. "Although, you're not wrong."

"I still feel really bad about it," Jamie persists, biting her lip. "Do you think you'll still be able to perform?"

"I dunno yet," he replies, moving to rest his back against the stage with a grunt. "I mean, it's starting to feel better, but that could just be the endorphins killing the pain."

"Hey, quit showing off," Jake says, "we didn't all get A's in Biology."

"I did," the rest of us, including Mallory, chime in, although I know that grade was in part due to me. She definitely knew the material, but without me doing her homework for her, she probably would've had to retake it."

"Assholes," jake mutters under his breath.

"Language, Jake," Mrs. Baxter admonishes, choosing that precise moment to return, sliding her phone into the front pocket of her skinny jeans. "Okay, so, your parents are on their way and they're going to be taking you to the hospital. I told them to give me a call when they get here so we can have someone help you to the car."

"Awesome, you're the best Mrs. B," he replies, running a hand through his damp hair. "The pain's going away a bit, so that should make it a bit more bearable at least."

"Well, I guess we have to wait on what your doctor says, but I imagine you won't be able to perform after this," Mrs. Baxter says with a sigh. "I guess we'll need to find another Sky Masterson."

"Phil could do it," Jamie suggests.

Mrs. Baxter shakes her head. "No, I need him on Nathan. He's already learned most of the lines and songs, and I don't to screw that up."

"I could do it," Jake offers, although I think he knows he's not a strong enough singer to be a lead.

"Sorry, Jake, but I don't think you're cut out for a lead role," Mrs. Baxter shoots him down. "No offense, of course. You're a fine signer, just not what I'm looking for."

"Well, how about Mallory?" Cassie asks, surprising all of us.

"What? Why do you think I could do it?" Mallory ask, bewildered.

"Well, because you're trans, aren't you?" Cassie asks, glancing between Mallory and me.

"What? How-?" Mallory turns from Cassie, looking at me with betrayal in her eyes. "You promised not to tell anyone! How could you!?"

"I didn't tell anyone!" I tell her, which is the truth. I have no idea why Cassie thinks Mallory is trans, which is close to the truth, what with her being a futa. But I hadn't let that secret slip to anyone, and I hope she can see in my expression that I'm telling the truth.

Mallory searches my face, reading my eyes, and I can tell that she knows I'm telling the truth. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize that was supposed to be a secret!" Cassie exclaims, cheeks red from embarrassment. "I walked in on you when you were showering in the locker room after school one day, Mallory. I swear Phil didn't tell me anything. Please believe me."

"No, I believe you," Mallory sighs, shoulders sagging like a heavy weight was just on them. "I knew it was risky to shower at school, but I didn't want to miss seeing Phil at practice."

"It's alright, Mallory," Jamie says with a sympathetic look. "We're not judging you for being trans. Right, guys?"

"Yeah, you do you," Jake replies quickly, shooting me an incredulous look as if asking,You didn't tell me?

"Yeah, you shouldn't need to hide who you are," Harold says from the floor, drawing our attention. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Well, actually, I'm not trans," Mallory tell them, drawing a lot of confused looks. "I'm a hermaphrodite, also known as a futanari. I was born with a functioning set of both genitals."

"Wow, really?" Cassie asks, curiosity lighting up her face. "That's so cool! I did think everything looked too real to be done with surgery."

"Cassie!" I shout, wrapping an arm around Mallory as she blushes. "You don't have to describe everything to everyone, you know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Cassie replies, cheeks blushing bright red again. "I'll shut up now."

"Please do," Mallory manages, looking as if she wants to curl up into a ball and disappear.

"Well, anyways, trans or futa-nori? Either way, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Jamie interrupts, leading the conversation away from the authenticity of my girlfriend's "parts." "Honestly, I think you should do it. It would be a cool, modern take on an older musical. What do you think, Mrs. B?"

Our teacher purses her lips, giving Mallory a once over. With her height, six foot two, and muscular build from working out almost every day, Mallory would definitely fit the persona of a street-tough gambler, even if she currently looks as if she wants to break down and curl into a fetal position. She considers for a moment longer, arm across her stomach as she rests her chin on the palm of her other hand. "I'd have to do some transpositions for the music, possibly some dialogue changes, but I think I could make it work. Assuming Mallory is alright with all of this, anyways."

"I don't know," Mallory hesitates, and I know that a part of her wants to say yes, the part that sings along to every song and is secretly jealous of us, but I don't push her. If it makes her uncomfortable, then I don't want to force her into doing something she doesn't want to do.

"You'd be great," Cassie says, giving her a thumbs up in solidarity and breaking her vow of silence.

"You are a really good singer," Jake agrees, nodding, arms crossed in front of his chest. "I'd say go for it."

"I think it would be interesting," Jamie adds, grinning, "getting to act opposite a girl for a change."

"Well, I'll think about it," Mallory ways, noncommittal.

"At least do one music number with us," Cassie says, hands and brows knitting together in a plea.

"I, um, oh, alright, I could give it a try," Mallory relents, although she still hasn't agreed to anything yet.

"Yes!" Mrs. Baxter shouts, eyes alight as she's already beginning to run through the script in her mind, making mental adjustments to the lines and music. As she begins talking to herself, her phone rings, breaking her from her reverie. "Hello? Oh, yes, Mrs. Larcen, we'll be bringing him to the doors shortly." She listens to Harold's mom for another few seconds before saying bye and hanging up, gesturing to Mallory and me. "Phil, would you and Mallory help Harold to the door? You can help her with lyrics along the way."

Mallory and I help Harold up from the ground, one of us to either side, as he grimaces in pain. His leg is still twisted at a weird angle, and he limps along slowly as we help him through the school, the back door not too far away. Even through his pain, he's talking to Mallory and helping her with the lyrics, as well as giving her cues for the choreography she'd be following. Since she would be playing a guy character, she'll be able to follow my lead for a lot of the group dances, although there are a few times Harold and I had special choreography as leads, in which case she would be dancing with Jamie, and she could hopefully help her out. Mallory asks a lot of questions, sounding less and less sure of herself as we go, and when we finally give Harold over to his parents with a, "Good luck, man," she's doubting herself more than ever. "I can't do this," she cries, hugging herself and leaning against a locker, slowly sliding down until she's sitting on the floor. "I can't do this. You'll have to tell them to find someone else."

"Mallory," I start, trying to find the right words as I slide to the ground beside her. She glances at me, eyes red and wet, and a need for reassurance in them. "You can do this. I know you can. I've heard you sing before, and you're amazing. I know it seems intimidating, and I won't lie and say that it's going to be easy, but you'll be perfect for this. And I'll be by your side the entire time, whenever you need help. Now, with that being said, if you really don't want to do this, you don't have to. I don't want to force you to do something you're not comfortable with, and everyone will understand. Whatever decision you make, I'll stand by you."

"But what if I can't do it?" Mallory asks, her voice quiet as a few tears fall down her cheeks. "I'm just…so scared right now."

I wrap an arm around her, pulling her into my shoulder as she folds into my embrace. Even though she's almost a foot taller than me, I feel like the bigger person right now. "It would be weird if you weren't. But I know you can do this, and I think, deep down, you want to do this, too. Are you worried about your secret getting out to the entire school?" I feel her nod on my shoulder, some of her tears hitting the sleeve of my shirt. "Don't be. You saw how Jake and them reacted when they heard about it. That's probably how most of the school is gonna react. Sure, there'll be people who tease you about it, but who gives a fuck about them? The only thing that should matter is what you think about yourself. And if I remember correctly, you're a badass who knows that she shouldn't give a fuck what others think about her." I glance down to see her lips twitch up into a small smile. "Well, besides maybe me, and I know that I'll love you either way. So, in the end, it's up to you, but I'd love to see you at least give it a shot and see how much fun it is."

She takes a moment as we sit there, leaning up against some random student's locker with my arms wrapped around her tightly. I don't push her, knowing that she's just been hit with a bombshell now that her secret isn't much of a secret anymore. It's only a matter of time before someone lets it slip anyways, so her joining play might just make it a bit easier, since she'll be surrounded by people who know and are fine with it. I think she's coming to the same rationale, because she pulls back and meets my gaze, eyes determined and with that familiar smirk on her lips. I grin back, already knowing what she's decided, and she gives me a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you so much, I hope you know that."

"I do, but I still love hearing you say it," I reply, chuckling. She rolls her eyes, standing up and hauling me to my feet in the process. "Now, come on. We've got a practice to get back to." She takes my hand and we walk back to the auditorium, working on lyrics and dancing. After a week of watching the cast practice, she's learned a good portion of the music, if not all the lyrics, so she actually catches on pretty quickly. I'm starting to think her little meltdown had less to do with learning lines and more with having her secret exposed. My mind flashes back to last Friday night, after Mallory and I had sex for the first time, when Alex walked into the bathroom while I was in there.You know, it wouldn't be the worst thing, if our secret got out. I wonder what she'll say now, after we tell her what happened this evening, since I'm spending the night at Mallory's again.

When we return to the auditorium, most of the cast is already on stage, still talking amongst each other but separated into their groups as they get ready to practice one of our group numbers one last time before calling it a day. Mallory gets a few, curious glances as we walk to our places near the front of the stage where Cassie and Jamie are waiting for us. "Hey, we were wondering what was taking so long," Cassie says as I take my place beside her and Mallory moves to stand beside Jamie.

"Just a little nerves," I reply, meeting Mallory's gaze. She gives me a nervous grin.

"Alright, everyone, places," Mrs. Baxter says, clapping her hands to grab out attention and make us quiet down. "Now, as I'm sure you all have picked up already, Harold will no longer be able to play the role of Sky, so Mallory here has generously offered to fill in for him so that we wouldn't have to call practice short. This may not be permanent, just as a forewarning, but for now we'll see how it goes. Is everyone ready?" After a smattering of acknowledgement, she continues, "Alright then, let's get to it! Four, three, two, one!"

As the music begins, we immediately start moving and following our cues. While she moves hesitantly and is a little behind everyone else, Mallory does a good job of following along, and in my occasional glances over, I see her watching me to mirror my actions or watching Jamies as she helps her through the portions they dance together. When the singing begins, I can hear the nerves in Mallory's voice. But after a reassuring nod from me, she grows stronger and, while she's not Harold, she's still very good for having only a few minutes of practice under her belt. And with her natural singing talent, it's not long before her sweet soprano voice is melding with Jamie's as they take the lead for the other girls.

As the last notes of the song fade away, Mallory looks my way, a huge grin on her face, as she lets go of Jamie and rushes my way. "Oh my god, that was so much fun!"

"Told you you'd enjoy it," I tell her, grinning myself. "So, think you're up for this?"

Her grin turns into a smirk, her cocky nature showing through. "I don't think I'm up for it, I know I'm up for it."

"Did I just hear you right?" Mrs. Baxter asks from an audience. "You'll join the cast?"

"Yep, although I have one condition," Mallory says, turning to her and wrapping an arm around me. "I want someplace private to change. People may know my secret now, but that doesn't mean I want to advertise it. Oh, and Phil is the only person who's allowed in there."

"I can curtain off a section of the locker room for you, and we'll have a small area for you to change backstage, although Phil can't go in the girls locker room when other girls are in there." Mrs. Baxter offers, arms crossed over her chest.

"Deal," Mallory replies with a wide grin.

"You're going to be a lead in the school play?" Becky asks, incredulous. After practice, we had stopped by my house for a little bit to hang out with my family and have dinner before heading over to Mallory's for the weekend again. When we got there, her moms were in the back cleaning the pool and getting it ready since the temperature had started getting fairly warn despite it not being too far into spring. April was definitely turning out to be warm month this year.

"Yeah! Isn't it exciting!?" Mallory squeals, not having quit grinning since we left school. We had told my parents as well and, while they weren't entirely sure how to feel about it, they were happy for Mallory and assured her they were looking forward to seeing us perform together.

"It's definitely unexpected," Alex says, grunting as she runs the pool skimmer through the water. Even with a cover, some leaves had snuck through the small gaps between it and the tile edges, so she was trying to clean them all out. "So this Harold was supposed to be the lead, but he fell off the stage and broke his leg, so they asked you to take his place?"

"Yep, that's about it!" Mallory confirms, bouncing up and down as we help Becky with checking the temperature, chlorine levels, and some other stuff that I didn't realize was necessary to do. "So, what do you guys think?"

"I think it's wonderful," Becky tells her daughter, getting up from where she had been kneeling, checking to make sure the filter's clear. "I've always said you had a wonderful voice, and I think you'll do an amazing job."

"So, you're not worried about people finding out the secret?" Alex asks, lifting a half-full net from the water, letting the excess liquid drip from it before tossing the gunk to the side.

"Oh, uh, actually, it's no longer a secret," Mallory says, blushing, her enthusiasm immediately curbed. "Apparently Cassie, one of our friends, walked in on me when I was showering in the locker room after school, before play practice, and saw everything. She thought I was trans, but I told everyone the truth and I'm sure it won't be long before the whole school knows."

"Huh, alright then," Alex says, her reaction about what I expected, but Mallory's obviously flabbergasted.

"That's it?" Mallory asks, mouth agape. "You make me keep that secret for all my life, and that's all you have to say?"

Alex shrugs, reaching as far as she can to get the last of the leaves floating on the water. "Well, yeah? There's nothing we can do about it now. And, honestly, I was thinking it was about time we came clean. Although, I suppose they don't necessarily know about me being a futa, but whatever."

Mallory sighs, looking exasperated. "I suppose I probably still would've tried to keep it secret even if I knew you felt this way. Whatever. I guess this means I can be a little more open with how I dress."

"I don't know if I'd be putting yourself on display like we do at home, but you could probably be more open in front of your friends," Alex says, and I have to agree. Both of them are wearing fairly tight shorts that leave little to the imagination, their dicks bulging out a leg of their shorts and their balls hanging between their legs in a pouch specifically made for that purpose. They told me they had clothes specially made for them, like women's clothes but with added pouches and the like to make them more comfortable. It was more expensive, but it was better than having to wear guys' clothes all the time, as Alex says.

"Fair enough," she replies, dipping a foot in the water. "Mm, that feels nice. You sure we can't go swimming tonight? The water feels so nice."

"You've got to give it a little bit, give the chemicals time to disperse and get rid of the algae," Becky tells her, gesturing to the slight green coloration of the water.

"It can't take that long," Mallory protests, pulling her toe from the water and shaking it dry. She's currently wearing only a tank top and her tight, almost-knee-length shorts, her red painted toenails peeking out of a pair of matching flip flops.

"I would wait about four hours, just to be safe," Becky replies, brushing a hand through her black hair, worn loose for the first time since I've met her so that it frames her face wonderfully. She's wearing a tank top today, too, the colorful shirt clinging to her curves and making the fact that she's not wearing a bra quite obvious. That, along with her tits quaking with her every movement. A pair of booty shorts cling to her voluptuous hips, her thick thighs on display, and a pair of blue flip flops adorn her cute, pink-toed feet.

"Unless you want to go blind or sprout a third head," Alex warns, hauling the last of the leaves out of the now, mostly clean, water. Her arms flex as she pulls the net through the water, her cut-off t-shirt leaving her arms on full display and her lack of a bra is obvious due to the fact that the arm holes are cut practically down to her hips, showing off her muscular abs. Her tight shorts cling to her toned thighs much like her daughter's the bulge of her dick only an inch shorter, although, unlike the other two women, her toes aren't painted in her purple flip flops.

"We're not little kids, Alex," Mallory replies with an exasperated look, rolling her eyes. "We know that's not true."

"Actually, there's a little bit of truth to that rumor," I tell her, following the women as they head back to the patio, a rectangular, tiled area that stretches out a few feet into the lawn, a glass back door looking inside to the kitchen. A few lounge chairs and a decent-sized grill sits a few feet away from the house, a retractable awning currently rolled up against the back of the house since the sunshine isn't overly hot yet. Alex told me that she and Mallory had laid the tile themselves, although they needed help with the awning, and I have to say that they did a really great job of it. "If you swim in a pool that's overchlorinated, it can cause rashes, eye irritation, and sometimes stomach aches. It all depends on how much chlorine is in the water, as well as how susceptible the person is to it. That's why they say not to open your eyes underwater too much."

"You weren't lying, Mal," Alex says, taking a seat in a lounge chair and stretching, groaning as her joints pop. "He is pretty smart."

"I'm glad I'm living up to expectations," I reply with a laugh. The four of us each take a chair and lie back, quietly chatting as we enjoy the last rays of sun before it winks below the horizon, turning the sky a lovely mixture of orange, purples, and blues. Ruefully we all get up when it becomes too dark to see, heading inside where we watch TV together, Becky and Alex cuddled up on one arm of the sofa while Mallory and I are snuggling together on the other, just like last weekend. After only about an hour, though, Alex apparently begins getting frisky, a hand squeezing and kneading her wife's thigh as her bulge slowly begins growing. As they excuse themselves ("I forgot to straighten the bedsheets, would you mind helping me, Becky?) Mallory and I are left alone in the living room again, the lights dim as her parents had turned them down slightly when they left. Mallory and I take that as our cue to get started, Mallory leaning down as we just turn slightly in our cuddled embrace and begin making out, her full, soft lips a stark contrast to her toned body. I gently push her back onto the sofa, her hands running up and down my back while mine tangle in her hair and squeeze her breasts. She moans into the kiss as I maneuver on top of her, grinding her hips against mine as we shift so that I'm holding myself up by my elbows while I dry hump into her, our dicks rubbing against each other through our clothes.

"Hey," she says, breaking our kiss for that single syllable before kissing me again for a little bit, pulling back to ask, "um, would you mind doing things a little differently this time?"

"I, uh, I'm not sure if I'm ready for that just yet," I tell her, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. "But I did bring something along that might help me prepare. I was going to try it this week, but it felt…weird to be doing it to myself."

She grins, easily understanding what I mean. "Go grab it, then, and don't take too long. I'll start getting undressed."

"Be right back," I breathily tell her, clamoring off her and heading to where I had left my backpack on the stairs. Rummaging through it quickly, I spy the lifelike dildo I had purchased from an adult toy shop in the next town over, where people don't know me. There had been bigger ones there, although none of them had been as big as Mallory, but decided on one a bit bigger than mine in the hopes that it would be easier to work with for my first time. I rush back into the living room, stripping off my shirt and shorts, and see Mallory, standing almost fully naked in front of the couch, her cock rock-hard and standing at attention.

No matter how many times I see it, the size still astonishes me: her eight-inch long dong, as thick as a fifty-cent piece when she's soft, has grown the couple inches to its full, ten-inch length, now almost as thick around as a pop can, a little over two inches thick, although not by much. Her massive balls hang between her legs, cupped by the black thong she's still wearing, and her tits are still encased in her plain black, matching bra. She grins as she sees that I'm mostly naked, too, my dick tenting my underwear, and the dildo grasped loosely in my hand. "Looks like someone's happy to see me," she says as I quickly close the distance, embracing her as she leans down to kiss me again, her cock sandwiched between us. One of her hands wraps behind my back, pressing me into her body, while her other dips lower, pawing at my ass in a frenzy. I groan into her kiss, one of my hands tangled in her hair while the other drops the dildo and begins slowly stroking her cock. She lifts me up with a growl, a teasing grin pulling at her lips as she carries me to the couch, her strong arms easily supporting my relatively skinny frame, although I do have a little bit a belly to me. Placing me gently on the couch, she crawls atop me, trailing kisses down my body until I feel her breath on my crotch, even through my underwear. She gives me a wink before tugging on my underwear, and I lift my hips to help her get them off, my dick slapping against my stomach when it's freed from its containment. Licking her lips, she leans in and kisses the tip before taking me into her mouth, soft lips wrapping around my cock as she dives deeper on my dick.

"Oh, fuck, Mallory," I gasp, one hand gripping the couch hard as she blows me, the other entwining in her hair as she goes to town. She giggles around my dick and sucks hard as she moves up my length, the pressure from her plush lips intensifying and almost making me cum too soon. With a pop, her lips come off my cock and she pulls back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips and a small trail of drool connecting them to the tip of my dick.

"Now, now, we can't have you cumming that soon," she teases, climbing off the couch and moving over to retrieve the dildo from where it had fallen on the floor, massive dick swinging with her every movement. She unhooks her bra as she saunters back to me, her steps swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion while her dick bobs in front of her. I quickly shimmy my underwear the rest of the way down my legs and kick them onto the floor as she steps out of her thong, flailing her leg to try and get it off. A lucky, or unlucky depending on how you look at it, kick dislodges it and sends it flying, landing on my face; the thin, cottony black material hitting my nose and immersing me in an aroma of ball sweat and pussy juices. She giggles, which sets me off, before moving overtop me again, laughing as she moves in for a kiss. I don't even bother moving her thong, enjoying her scent as she kisses me again, nails trailing lightly across my chest while she holds herself up with the other. "You ready for this?" she asks when she finally breaks away, moving the dildo to her free hand as she repositions herself near my ass.

"I, uh, I think so," I reply hesitantly, spreading my legs to give her easy access.

She glances up to meet my eyes, reading me as easily as a book. Well, easier in her case, I suppose. "You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable. Really, I'm fine if we just do it like we did last time. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to."

"No, it's not that," I quickly respond, the thought of her drilling me sending a thrill through me. "It's just, I mean, I'm not gay, but it feels like I'd be…admitting to being gay, or at least having homosexual tendencies, and it's a little worrying."

She searches my face, and I've never felt so…naked before. It's like she can read my mind, see the thoughts that even I can't see myself. "You're not gay, Phil. Possibly bi-curious, but I'd disagree with that, too. Sure, you've sucked my dick a little. Well, maybe a lot. But that doesn't make you gay. You don't find guys attractive, do you?"

"No, of course not," I say, adding, "not that there's anything wrong with that, of course."

She rolls her eyes, wearing a slight smile. "Then you're not gay. I mean, the only reason you want to do this is because it's with me, and I'm a girl. Besides, why should it matter anyways? I want to do it, you want to do it, isn't that all that should matter?"

I sigh, my nerves calming as I listen to her reasoning. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm just being stupid." I smirk at her, brown eyes still staring through me. "You always say I'm smarter than you, but I think you underestimate yourself."

"I never underestimate myself," she says, grinning wide as she flexes her muscles before propping herself above me with her toned arms, showing off. I roll my eyes and she giggles, leaning in to kiss me again, her nose pressing her thong firmly against my face. "You look so ridiculous like that," she says as she pulls away, laughing. "Hot, but ridiculous."

"Nah, me wearing them would look ridiculous," I reply, laughing as she moves back so she has better access to my ass. "Just, uh, take it slow, alright?"

"Of course," she tells me gently, opening up one of the end tables and pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. "Lube," she says at my questioning glance, squirting a dollop into her hand before rubbing it on the dildo.

"And why is there a random bottle of lube in the end table?" I ask, shivering when she squirts some on my asshole before beginning to rub the cold liquid in.

"Because I was hoping we'd be doing something like this tonight," she replies, shooting me a mischievous grin and inserting one of her fingers inside me. I clench involuntarily, so she holds still until I relax before gently probing around with her digit. While it's not unpleasant, the new sensation catches me off-guard, even though I'm expecting it. "Plus, my mom's usually have a bottle for themselves in there, too, in case they want to do anal. I, uh, can't count the number of times I've accidentally walked in on them when I come home late at night, or came downstairs to grab a snack. Believe me, there's a lot of stuff in these drawers that you'd be surprised at." I'm about to reply when her finger brushes up against something that shoots a thrill through me, making me quiver. "There it is," she mutters under her breath, beginning to stroke and prod that place.

"T-there's what?" I ask, pleasure shooting through me, centered on my ass.

"Your prostate," she says, gently pushing another finger inside me while continuing to play with it. "I did my homework for tonight, I just needed the practical experience first. How's that feel?"

"R-really good," I stammer, hands gripping the sofa tight as another jolt shoots through me. "You sure you've never done this before?"

"Never," she replies, pulling her fingers from me. I groan as they leave, both in relief and regret. She squirts another little bit of lube on the dildo before pressing it against my anus, making me tense up. "Just relax. This'll be a lot easier if you're relaxed. At least, that's what all the websites said." Taking a few, deep breaths, I manage to relax enough that she's able to force the dildo inside, just barely able to keep from clenching up again at the intrusion. "There we go, you're already halfway there," she encourages me, shoving more of the plastic cock inside and pushing it down to rub against my prostate as it goes. I groan, gripping tighter to the couch and looking skyward as she proceeds to shove the last few inches of the dildo inside me, down to the very base. She gives me a few second to acclimate myself, taking deep breaths as I force my ass to quit clenching, before slowly pulling it out and forcing it back in. With a moan, she starts fucking my ass with the toy dick, gently at first before picking up speed. "My god, I don't think I've ever been this turned on before," she murmurs, and a slicking noise makes me glance down to spy her stroking her dick with her free hand.

"I-I think I'm ready," I stutter, my dick just as hard as hers and standing at attention. She meets my gaze, seeing the desire there, and licks her lips. Gently, she pulls the dildo free and I'm surprised to find that I miss the feeling of it inside me, an emptiness that's needing filling. Rummaging in the drawer again, I watch as she pulls out a box of extra-large condoms, pulling one out of the already open box. She rips the pack open and quickly unrolls it along her dong, the latex pulling tight around her massive member until it's fully covered. Squirting a few more dollops of lube in her free hand, she begins spreading it over her monster, covering the entire thing until it's shiny from the clear liquid. I bite my lip as she moves between my legs, the backs of my thighs resting against hers as she pulls my ass up for better access. She prods my asshole, gently rubbing the tip against my pucker, and I shudder, eyes closing as I tense up.

"Hey it's alright," she tells me, a hand cupping my cheek and making me open my eyes to find her gazing to at me, propping herself up with her other arm. "If you don't want to go through with this, I'll understand."

"No, I'm fine," I breathe, relaxing as I reach up to wrap my arms behind her neck. "Just, go slowly, alright? At first, at least."

She nods, leaning in to give me a quick kiss before pulling back and reaching down to adjust herself. I groan as she gently presses in, her cock trying to pry open my hole. Even with the preparation using the dildo, her beast is something else entirely. She grunts, shoving her hips forward harder as she tries to force her way inside, but my ass isn't exactly making it easy for her. With a little impatienthuff, she flexes her arms, muscles visibly clenching, and thrusts a little more forcefully, finally breaking the barrier as her cockhead sinks inside. My mouth and eyes shoot open in a silent gasp as her beast stretches me to the limit, her cock about half an inch thicker than the dildo had been, and taking me by surprise. Her mouth drops as her eylids flutter, likely experiencing the same intense pleasure I had felt when I popped her cherry, as she lets out a loud moan. "Ooohhhhh, fuuuuck."

"Shit, it's so big," I manage, muscles tensing as she begins to shove more of her meat log up my ass, that emptiness I had been feeling earlier now entirely gone as I'm being filled with her girlcock. She grunts, feeling the pressure of me clenching down on her dick, and I actively try to relax, knowing it'll be a lot more pleasant for both of us the sooner I get used to it. She forces about half of her assbreaker inside before I tell her, "Wait, wait a second."

"You alright?" she asks, concerned. I can tell she wants to continue, her expression telling me that she wants to drill herself all the way inside and fuck me into the couch furiously, and a part of me wants her to do that, too. The rational part of me, on the other hand, wins through.

"Yeah, but I'm not sure I can take much more just yet," I tell her, my body relaxing. "Can you just fuck me without going any deeper for a bit? Help me get used to it?"

"Of course," she says, leaning in to give me a kiss as she slowly withdraws her cock a few inches before sinking back inside, her pace slow but intense as she bites my lip, eliciting a moan from me. She meets my gaze, eyes hazy with lust, as she trails kisses along my cheek, my jawline, my neck, and even biting my ear gently. I can only squirm underneath her, her thrusts growing in speed and intensity as my ass grows more accustomed to the pounding and the pain fades away to be replaced with an overwhelming pleasure. My hands run down her back, feeling her muscles flexing as she fucks my ass, until I feel her thick, round ass clenching with each thrust. Seized by some weird impulse, I spank her ass, not hard but strong enough for it to sting both my hand and her cheek.

Her eyes shoot open as she yelps, head pulling back to meet my eyes. I give her a mischievous little smirk, and an evil glint pops into her eyes, reminding me of when she still bullied me and thought of a particularly wicked punishment. "Alright, you asked for it." I'm beginning to regret my decision when she withdraws most of her cock before slamming back down, about eight inches of her length roughly shoved deep inside and making me yelp in pain, those extra few inches startling me. She groans as she pulls back and does it again, her hips dangerously close to clapping my ass cheeks as she works another inch inside despite the fight my hole is putting up. She gives me an evil grin as she winds up one last time, sitting with just her head splaying my pucker open for a few seconds, the anticipation killing me almost as much as her cock splitting me open has, before she thrusts her hips with as much force as he can muster, plunging all the way inside and eliciting a deafeningsmackas her hips collide with my ass. I shout at the top of my lungs, "Ah, fuck!" before she begins fucking me furiously, her hips clapping against my ass and echoing around the living room. Before I can shout again, she falls atop me, breasts squishing against my chest, arms wrapping around beneath me, and lips pressing against mine as she pistons her hips, pounding me into the couch for all she's worth. I groan into her kiss, arms wrapping around her back and pulling her flush against me, hands running along her muscular back until one of them becomes entangled in her hair while the other cups her thick, round ass cheek.

"Oh, god, yes," she moans into my mouth, panting as she exerts herself, sweat beading along her muscular body. "Fuck, you feel so good, Phil." She kisses my neck, my cheek, and forces me to look her in the eyes. "I love you so much, Phil."

"I love you, too, Mal," I tell her, ass clenching hard on her massive dick as she hits my prostate with each thrust. I squirm as an unfamiliar, but very pleasurable, sensation begins rolling over me and, before I even realize what's happening, I'm cumming. My entire body tenses up as I begin to have an anally induced orgasm, digging my nails into Mallory's back as my hands curl and my dick begins spurting onto my stomach, my semen quickly being smeared across both mine and Mallory's chest as she continues to fuck me hard, panting with sweat dripping down her body as her ten-inch dong plunders my ass and turns my exit-only hole into an entrance. She nibbles my ear, grinning as my body shudders beneath her, the final throes of my orgasm trailing off as cum dribbles from my dick.

"Did you just cum from getting your ass fucked?" she asks me with a smirk, only slowing slightly. "Damn, you're kinky."

"J-just shut up and keep fucking me," I tell her, bringing her face to mine again as my cock begins to soften. She picks up the pace immediately, sawing her hips back and forth as she fucks me hard, toned body helping her fuck me harder than I thought possible. I grunt into the kiss with each thrust, the sensation still a little painful, but the pleasure overwhelms the pain. Despite just cumming, I can feel my cock beginning to grow hard again, rubbing against both mine and Mallory's stomachs as she continues to pound my prostate relentlessly. I don't know how long exactly she fucks me, her hips pistoning in and out roughly and her hips clapping against my ass cheeks, but it feels like forever, although not in a bad way. We alternate between kissing and her biting my lip, ear, neck, and I'm sure I'll end up having a hickey by the end of this, but I'm beyond caring as I grow closer to another anal orgasm, recognizing the feeling from before. Her thrusts begin growing more desperate as I get closer, too, and I know she's almost there herself. I reluctantly pull her away from where she's nipping my shoulder now to look into her eyes, a need to cum and fill me up gazing back out at me. "Take off the condom and cum inside me, Mal. I want to feel you filling me up."

Her eyes widen as she slows her pace, although not stopping entirely. "Are you sure, Phil? It might get kinda messy to clean up."

"I'm positive," I tell her, kissing her neck myself and making her groan as she buries herself and grinds her hips into my ass. "I want you to fill me up just like you want me to fill you up when I'm fucking you."

She licks her lips, groaning as her half-asleep arms slide out from under me and she pushes, propping herself above me like before, hips still making small thrusts and sweat dripping down on me from her soaked body. I gasp as she pulls her dick from my ass, that emptiness from before returning but far more pronounced as I know just what it feels like to be fucked by her enormous cock, but it's not long before she rips the condom off and shoves herself inside again, balls deep, her hips smacking loudly against my ass and making me gasp again. "I'm gonna stuff you like a fucking éclair," she grunts.

"Seriously?" I ask her, eyebrow raised incredulously. "That's what you're going with?"

"Shut up," she replies, struggling not to laugh. "You make plenty of lame jokes, too."

"Yeah, but at least I'm not buried balls deep inside you when I make them," I shoot back, gyrating my hips to make my point.

"I'm gonna destroy your ass now, you know?" she says, giggling despite herself.

"You mean you weren't already?" I reply, eyes wide.

She chuckles, her hips starting to move as her now bare cock begins sliding in and out of me again, the sensation much more pleasurable because I can actually feel her skin instead of the latex rubber, her cock throbbing and feeling like it's on fire with how hot it is. "That was a joke, Phil," she says as I groan, not fighting when I pull her back down to me.

"Oh, thank god," I moan as she picks up the pace. "I don't think I could survive anything rougher."

"If you don't like it, I can be gentler," she says, slowing down and making shorter thrusts.

"No, no, I'm fine with you being rough," I reply, urging her on with my hands on her ass. "I like it rough, actually. I'm just pretty sure you'd break my ass if you were any rougher."

"I might just take that as a challenge," she jokes, laughing as she picks up the pace, and soon enough her hips are slamming against my ass just as roughly as before, claps echoing around the living room with each collision. She kisses my cheek before pulling back, her hands pinning me to the sofa as she leans her weight on them, to look me in the eyes and adding, "And just so you know, that was a joke."

"I-I-I kn-o-o-o-w," I say, my voice clipped as she pounds my ass hard missionary style. "Ah, shit, that feels so good."

She just grins down at me, shaking her head to throw her sweaty hair out of her face. "I'm almost there, Phil. You want me to fill up your tight little ass?"

"Yes," I groan, my cock painfully hard as I try to fight back the rising orgasm that's threatening to burst free. "Fill me like an éclair, Mallory!"

She falters for a second before falling atop me, laughing, her hips still gyrating as she's buried to the hilt. "Fucking hell, Phil! I love you so much!"

"And I love being your éclair," I tell her, chuckling through my moans as I try to urge her to fuck me harder again. She takes the hint and pushes herself up again, getting a better angle to slam her cock home and into my prostate, making it even harder to keep from cumming.

Looking up into her gorgeous face, beautiful brown eyes filled with a mix of mirth and lust, corners of her lips pulled up into a grin that she's trying to fight down, and even glistening in sweat with her hair tousled from my hands running through it, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I think to myself,I'm the luckiest man alive,before all thought it driven from me as I can't hold my orgasm back any longer. With a wordless groan, my hands moving up to claw at her back again, I cum, my semen shooting onto my stomach and mixing with the load already smeared there by Mallory's rubbing up against me, my ass clenching as I'm determined to make her cum with me.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" she shouts, taking the pain of my short nails scratching her back as her due as she buries herself inside me, cock pulsing as the dam holding her load back bursts. I can tell immediately when she starts cumming, her semen quickly flooding my bowels and filling me with a strange, slightly uncomfortable, but incredibly pleasurable sensation. I groan as she pumps an enormous load inside me, not taking long before her cum begins leaking from around her cock that's attempting to plug me up, but the excess semen needs somewhere to go. I kiss her shoulder, her throat, her jaw, her cheeks, until I finally get to her lips and hold her close to me as her orgasm finally tapers off, after filling me to overflowing with quite a bit of her jizz having leaked out with nowhere else to go. I feel a little bad about not being able to take her whole load, but she doesn't seem to care, kissing me back gently as we both try to catch out breath, her sweaty body lying limply atop mine. She pulls away, face flushed and panting, but with a small smile tugging at her lips. "That was amazing, Phil."

"It was pretty good on my end, too," I reply, kissing the tip of her nose and making her giggle, pulling her back down to me. "Fuck, I feel so full."

"Well, I did try and pump my entire load up your butt," she tells me, humping my ass gently and making more of her deluge leak around her softening cock, which is still lodged inside me. "Your belly even bloated for a second, but it didn't last long," she adds with a giggle.

"Well, you do cum a lot," I say, chuckling. I sigh as my muscles relax, arms wrapped around Mallory as we lie together on the couch, not wanting to move. "I could lie here like this forever."

"I wouldn't, if I were you," a voice from the doorway grabs our attention. Alex is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed over her bare chest, huge, seven-inch long dong hanging flaccid between her tonged thighs. "You lie there for too long, you'll stain the couch, and then Becky won't want you two fucking in the living room anymore."

"Oh my god, mom!" Mallory shouts, horrified, my face burning as well as I can't help glancing at her mom's cock for a second. "We're a little busy!"

"I dunno, you look pretty finished to me," she replies with a chuckle, coming into the living room and heading to the other end of the couch. "Just came down to grab my phone, and I didn't think it proper to interrupt, so I waited until you were done."

"How long were you watching?" Mallory asks, my blush only intensifying at the thought of her mother having seen us.

"Just the cum shot," she replies, checking her phone as she walks back to the doorway. "Have a good night, you two. Oh, and Phil," she turns around, almost as an afterthought. "Told you it was fun to take it up the butt sometimes." She laughs as my turns beet red and Mallory throws a pillow at her, her aim very off because of her compromised position. I watch as she walks away, ass swaying and setting her cock to swinging between her legs.

"Well, that was embarrassing," Mallory says when we hear a door shut upstairs. "She does have a point, though. We should probably clean this up, or else Becky will get pissed that I stained a couch cushion. Again." She pulls out of me, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness after being fucked hard by her enormous cock for so long. I really don't feel like moving, my legs cramping up from being held at odd angles for so long, but I force them to comply anyways, getting off the couch gingerly. Wetness dribbles down the inside of my thighs, run-off from Mallory's load leaking from my well-fucked ass, and my gait is a little compromised as she rummages through the end table again, pulling out a hand towel. "I got it, Phil. I'm sure you're probably more than a little sore right now."

"Yeah, just a little," I reply, gingerly shifting from foot to foot and glancing behind me at my bright red ass. "Totally worth it, though," I add, trying to clench my cheeks to keep from spilling too much onto the carpet.

She smiles at me, glancing up from where she's wiping the off semen that spilled from my ass onto the couch. "Glad you liked it," she says, finishing up as I grab our clothes strewn about the room. "Does that mean you'll be wanting to do this again soon?"

"For sure," I reply, pausing a second before adding, "although I wouldn't mind letting my ass heal a little bit first."

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she says bashfully. "It just felt so good."

"Don't be sorry, I loved it," I tell her as we head upstairs to her room. "It's a good kind of discomfort, if you know what I mean."

"Like how your muscles feel sore after a good workout," she says, glancing behind to catch me watching her ass, cheeks jiggling with each step.

"Yeah, exactly," I say with a grin, to which she replies with a smirk. She leads the way to her room, gesturing for me to throw our clothes on the ground.

"Don't worry, I'll clean up later," she tells me as she tosses the towel in a hamper half-full of dirty clothes. "Hey, you want to take a bath to clean off?"

"I dunno, I don't think my ass can take any more tonight," I tell her, gently sitting on the bed.

"I just meant taking an actual bath, but I like the way you think," she replies, giggling.

"Oh, in that case, sure," I say, following her into the bathroom. While it's not as cluttered as her bedroom, the counter is covered with a toothbrush, toothpaste, hair dryer, and a fleshlight. I don't even bat an eye, having seen it last weekend, and she doesn't bother trying to hide it. She turns on the water and holds her hand beneath the faucet, trying to find a good temperature. "Hope you like it hot."

"Of course I do, I like you," I say, chuckling at my own joke.

"Remember those lame jokes I was talking about earlier? That was one of them," she says, smiling despite herself.

"Don't act like you don't love me for it."

"I think you mean 'in spite of'," she shoots back, giggling, and I stick my tongue out at her teasingly. Pulling her hand away, satisfied with the temperature, she steps into the water, which isn't too deep yet because her tub is pretty big. She sighs as she rests her back against the back tub wall, the water reaching close to the top of her thighs. "Come on and get in here already, before the water gets cold."

I dip my toe in the other end of the bath and barely manage to keep from yanking it back out. The water is boiling! "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's hot!"

"I warned you," she giggles, turning the water slightly colder. "I promise it'll feel amazing once you're in. It's just like a hot tub."

"I've never been in a hot tub before," I tell her, climbing over the side and dipping my other foot in the water. I suppress a hiss as the water feels like it's burning my foot, but after a few seconds, it starts feeling good. Slowly, I lower myself in, taking a lot of extra time when it comes to lowering my ass and junk into the water, but eventually I'm sitting across from Mallory, her arms draped along the backside of the tub. Now that I look at it again, it does look a little like the jacuzzies I've seen in magazines before, although this one looks like it could only sit three people, max, and probably not very comfortably. There's no jets in the sides, like the others, but the triangular shape really looks like one I'd seen in a fancy living magazine my mom likes to read, even if my dad is too…frugal to shovel out for one. "This does feel pretty good now," I admit, moving to sit beside Mallory even though there isn't much room for two people to a side. With a little shuffling around, we manage to make just enough space to sit next to each other, legs squished together and her arm around my shoulders. Her anaconda and balls rest on her thighs, like mine, although hers reaches almost half to her knee.

"Once you get used to the heat, it feels amazing," she says, head lolling back with a sigh. "Helps the muscles relax. Great for after a tough workout. Or a half hour of sex," she adds with a grin. We fall into a comfortable silence as we let the water soothe our aching muscles. As much as I want to keep her cum inside me, I can feel as my body slowly starts pushing it from my asshole and into the water as I relax, her sperm dissolving into the water as it comes out. Sighing, I lean into her side as she wraps her arm around me tighter, soaking in the moment of post-coital bliss. We stay in there for maybe thirty minutes, occasionally letting in more hot water when it starts to cool off, until Mallory says, "Okay, I think that's long enough. Don't want my parents to get mad about a high water bill."

"Yeah, and my skin's getting all pruny," I agree, reluctantly pulling away from her embrace. She opens the drain as I clamber out, her right after, and we dry off, her towels nice and fluffy. She wraps a towel around her head in one of those…turban-like things that girls put their hair up in after a shower or bath to help it dry and keep it from getting the furniture wet. Otherwise naked and dry, we head into her bedroom and sit on her bed, backs leaning against the wall as we start watching some YouTube videos, mainly focusing on news bloopers and other funny videos.

"Wow, she's got some pretty big tits," Mallory says as a…particularly busty news anchor comes on, getting tongue-tied as she tries to read off the headline and falling apart when her cohost begins laughing.

"Yeah, she does," I agree, my arm around her as she cuddles up against me. "She's got nothing on you, though."

"Oh, please," she says, playfully smacking my leg, although I can tell she's pleased. "I don't care if you think other girls are hot, so long as it's only looking. And I hope you feel the same about me."

"You mean about checking out guys?" I ask, turning away as the video flips away from the busty woman.

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*Phil*

"Ugh, fuck, why did I let you talk me into this?" I ask the ground, panting and bent over, hands on my knees.

"You're the one who said you wanted to get in shape," Mallory replies from beside me, breathing hard but nowhere near as badly as me. Her cut-off t-shirt hangs loosely from her frame, the sides of her bra visible through the cuts on the side. "Personally, I like your little tummy, but it's up to you if you want to keep going."

"I just said I want to get in shape, not kill myself trying," I reply, shooting her a fake glare as I catch my breath. She sticks her tongue out at me, fighting back a smile. It's Monday after what turned out to be a fairly long weekend. Our plans of swimming and hanging out at her parents' house were ruined by a sudden thunderstorm that caught everyone, especially the meteorologist, off-guard. When Jake called and asked if we wanted to hang out at his place instead, I jumped at the opportunity.

The night went pretty well, with Cassie, Harold, Jamie, and Brad joining us as we hung out at Jake's house. His family lives on a pretty large farm, and one of the barns is no longer in use, so they let us turn it into a hang out for the group. We insulated one of the rooms that was used for chickens, cleaned it out, hooked it up to the house for electricity with a little help from his dad and their electrician, and turned it into the perfect place for gaming, drinking, and otherwise chilling. There was enough room for a TV set in an entertainment center, his collection of older consoles and games, a couch, some chairs, a mini-fridge and even a closeted-sleeping space left over for when we stayed the night after drinking, although it only had room for a blow-up mattress. We wanted to move the ping pong table from the back porch inside, but with the pool table already taking up a lot of space, it would be way too cramped.

Mallory was a little hesitant at first, never having hung out with them outside of musical practice, but after playing some video and board games she grew more comfortable and even kicked ass when we played a game called Unstable Unicorns. Before we even realized it, it was three in the morning and no one wanted to drive home, so we all spent the night there, Brad and Jamie sleeping with Jake in his room, Mallory and I cuddling on the blow-up mattress while Cassie and Harold claimed the couch. For some reason, Cassie seemed off that night, being a little cold with Harold, but that could have been my imagination.

His parents ended up kicking us out around noon, after feeding us a late breakfast, because they needed to put Jake to work. Mallory and I spent the rest of the weekend at my family's house because my older sister was home from college for the weekend. She knew I was dating Mallory, but didn't know about her being a futa. After a little awkwardness at the beginning, it wasn't long before the two of them were ganging up and teasing me while we watched TV and played games in the basement, Mallory eagerly listening as Stephanie told embarrassing stories about me. After she left to head back to campus, Mallory and I took the opportunity to fool around a little bit by giving each other blowjobs in the basement before she headed back home for the night, although not before I made her promise to help me exercise the next day during one of our study halls.

"Round is a shape, too, just saying," Mallory says as I stand back up, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to my face. "God, you look so hot right now."

"I know you're lying, but thanks," I reply, smirking as I slowly start to catch my breath.

"No, I mean literally. Your shirt is soaked," she says, smirking right back.

"Ass," I reply, laughing. "Leave the horrible puns to Jake." She giggles, stretching her arms over her head and drawing my attention to her tits, her bra just barely visible through her damp cut-off. "So, we done for today?"

"You kidding me? We still have twenty minutes of study hall left!" she tells me, doing a couple high steps. She's got on a pair of loose, almost knee length shorts that do a good job of hiding her dick, but I catch sight of the tip of her cocksock when she brings her left leg up, her dick held against her leg by a sweatband she always wears.

"I don't think I can survive another fifteen minutes," I complain, just the thought of doing more pushups, sit-ups, and jogging making my limbs ache. Or that could just be residual pain from the last thirty minutes. I'm not completely sure.

"Oh, fine, you can be done," she tells me, rolling her eyes when I groan in relief. "I'm still going to be up here for at least another ten to fifteen before taking a shower."

"You're lucky nobody's got PE this early in the day, otherwise you'd have to skip the shower and walk around the school smelling like this," I tease her.

"Hey, I smell lovely and you know it," she replies indignantly, sniffing herself before her eyes widen and she adds, "okay, you might have a point. Well, everyone knows my secret now anyways," she continues, setting her feet parallel and shoulder width apart, "so I don't have to worry about people seeing it anymore. Who knows, maybe somebody will walk in, like what they see, and offer to give me a bj."

"If they do, you better record it," I joke, laughing. "Enjoy the rest of your workout. I'm going to try and walk down the stairs without groaning in pain the whole way."

"I'll see you later," she says, pulling me in and kissing me lightly. "Have fun with calculus."

"Always do," I reply, heading for the door. Our weight room is set on the second floor of the gymnasium, a huge room full of machines, benches, treadmills, and a lot of other stuff that I don't know how to use. I spare a glance back at Mallory as I get ready to leave, watching her do a couple squats in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror that lines one wall of the room, before heading downstairs to the boys locker room to shower and change.

Mallory*

"Ten…eleven…twelve…," I mutter to myself with every squat. I can feel my muscles in my thighs aching, my abs burning from holding my back straight. It's such a rush! Even though I know my muscles will be aching for a while after, there're few things that give me the same satisfaction as that post-workout feeling. My mind turns to Phil as I think of those few things that surpass it and I can't help smiling.

Even though we've been dating for almost two full weeks now, it still feels like I'm in a dream whenever I think about it. I keep expecting to wake up one day, only to find that that fateful bathroom encounter never actually happened, and that Phil hates my guts and it kills me a little inside every day that I don't tell him how I feel. That my secret is still a secret and I have to constantly be on edge for fear of the school finding out and bullying me for being a futa. I feel my chest tightening, my breathing rapid and light, and I force myself to calm down. I lean with my forehead against the mirror, eyes closed as I focus on the memory of that first time with Phil, and I can feel myself calming down. Once my heart stops pounding, and it feels like I can breathe again, I back away from the mirror, wiping away the fog from my breath, and check my reflection. My eyes are a little puffy, wet streaks mixing with the sweat on my cheeks, and I wipe them away before shaking myself, getting back into the zone.

The door at the bottom of the stairwell to my right opens, the hallway practically funneling any noise up to the weight room, along with multiple sets of footsteps and voices. I can't make out what they're saying, but I can tell it's definitely not Phil.

"…best sex of my life," a voice says as the door opens silently. I glance in the mirror to see three girls enter the room, two of whom I don't know particularly well, but the one who's speaking everyone knows. Ashley Brinks, captain of the cheer squad, most popular girl in school, and a huge slut, which I know from experience. I can't count the number of times I've walked into the girls' locker room after school to find her sucking some guy off, and most of the time it wasn't her boyfriend. Thankfully they were always more than a little preoccupied, so they never noticed me, even when I would secretly video them from around the bend. In total, I think I have maybe an hour's worth of video of her fucking a multitude of guys, only ten minutes of which was with her actual boyfriend. While she's a huge slut, I can't deny I understand why. She's incredibly hot, with a body like Cassie's: short, petite, but with a bit curvier ass and bigger bust, about a C cup. She's got the long, blonde hair and baby-blue eyes that all the guys go for, and she always wears tight, revealing clothes that leave nothing to the imagination.

"I thought he was dating that Cassie bitch?" one of the other girls, a brunette who's name I think is Valerie, asks. She's a bit on the bigger side, kind of like my mom, but she wears it well, too. While she doesn't dress as slutty as Ashley, she likes to wear yoga pants and skinny jeans to flaunt her thighs and ass.

"Eh, whatever," Ashley replies, ignoring me as she and her two friends move over to the yoga mats. "That didn't seem important to him when I was riding his dick."

"Ash!" the third girl, a blonde with pink streaks whose name I can't remember, exclaims, eyes wide and giggling. She's very tall, about the same height as me, and very skinny. I know she's one of the stars on the volleyball team, but that's about all I know of her. "You're such a slut!"

"Hey, don't act like you wouldn't have done the same thing," Ashley replies, stretching her arms and twisting her torso. "You saw the size of his dick, and you know my motto: nothing shorter than seven inches. And I'm not talking about heels," she adds, making them all snicker. I snort in derision, unable to hold myself back, and that draws their attention. "Um, can I help you?"

"You could help me by talking quieter," I tell her, curbing my tongue from saying anything worse. The other girls giggle as Ashley gives me a glare, but they talk quieter as they move a little ways away. I go back to my squat routine, mind drifting between Phil and play lines, when I start hearing them again.

"So, how many nights does last weekend make it?" the blonde asks, and I pique my ears to listen. Despite what I said a couple minutes ago, hearing Cassie's name made me curious.

"You mean how many nights, or how many times?" Ashley answers, chuckling. I glance over to spy her and her friends moving through some yoga positions and I have to avert my gaze. I may hate their guts, but that doesn't mean they aren't attractive, and seeing their shorts and yoga pants pulled tight against their asses is a little distracting. My gym shorts are fairly loose, and they reach down to my knees, but I still have to watch myself. "Five times. Six, if you count the blowjob after school," she tells them with another chuckle.

"You're so bad, Ash!" Valerie squeals, reaching to touch her toes as she stretches one leg out to the side. "Does Zach know about Harold?"

"Nope, and I plan on keeping it that way," Ashley replies, but I'm no long paying attention.Harold?I think to myself, wondering if it's a coincidence. But she mentioned Cassie's name, too.

I keep eavesdropping on them, hoping to hear more about Harold, but they've moved onto something else and I stop paying attention as my mind wanders. Cassie had seemed kind of cold with Harold Saturday night, so maybe she already knew Harold was cheating on her. But maybe he only told her about the one time? Should I tell her, or should I let it go? If the positions were reversed, I'd want Cassie to tell me. I should tell her and let her decide what to do.

Before I realize it, ten minutes fly by as I go back and forth about what I should do with Cassie. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of the three girls heading downstairs, and start my cooldown, which consists of a two-minute brisk walk on the treadmill. It gives me time to walk down to the locker room, take a three-minute shower, and still have enough time to dry off an get to my next class. I usually cut it close, but my next class is history and that's one of the few classes that I do well in, even without Phil's help. Mr. Hinkle knows I work out during my study halls, so he gives me a little leeway if I walk in late, so long as my grades don't slip.

The stairwell leads to a basketball court that we use as a Phys Ed classroom for the high school, since freshmen are the only ones who take the class. Two pairs of retractable bleachers line either side of the room, and two locker rooms sit against the wall to my left while a set of double doors leading to the rest of the school sits in the far wall, behind one of the main, retractable hoops. I catch a glimpse of the blonde girl, the not Ashley one, disappearing through the door before it shuts with a snap.

I let the locker room door swing shut behind me as I round the bend into a locker room similar to the ones near the auditorium, just bigger. I grab my towel from where it sits by my books, but hesitate when I notice my clothes are gone. Thinking I just left them in a locker, I check the one I sometimes use when other people come in after I'm done changing, but it's empty, too. I spy a sticky note stuck to my books that wasn't there before. Written on it, in big black letters, is the word, "Freak!!!" I sigh, crumpling up the note as I move to the showers, knowing something like this was going to happen sooner or later. I just didn't expect it to be right after the weekend my secret was exposed. I strip out of my sweaty clothes, hoping they might dry out a little while I shower, and step into the spray, letting the hot water pour over me.

I keep the shower short, cutting off the water even though I want to stay in the heat for a lot longer, and grab my fluffy towel. After drying myself off, I slip my panties back on, tucking my balls in the pouch specially designed for them, and slip my cocksock back on, both of which are a tight fit. I've had this pair of panties for a while, so they're a little on the small side. I slide the sweatband I use as a makeshift garter up my leg to secure my dick against it, shaking my leg a little to make sure it stays in place. It isn't the greatest restraint in the world, but it does help if I get hard in class, and since I didn't wear boyshorts today, there's not enough room to fit all of my junk in my underwear. It's always a risk whenever I don't bring a pair for my study hall excursions, but I wanted to tease Phil a little, so I decided to go for it. The sweatband usually works well enough, but that's also when I'm wearing pants that make it easier to hide, so I'm a little apprehensive about what'll happen since I'm wearing gym shorts.

Slipping my shorts and shirt on, I glance at myself in the mirror as I run a comb through my hair. I take a few steps, watching to see if my dick is visible, but other than a slight bump in my crotch that's there no matter what, it's not too noticeable. I hope. With another sigh, I slip on my shoes and socks and head for class, hoping for the best.

The bell signaling that it's next period rings throughout the hallway and people begin spilling out of classrooms, talking and laughing with each other. I slide between the other students, keeping to myself like I usually do, and other than a few glances, most people don't pay attention to me. I suppose one of the perks of being a loner is that most people don't notice you, even if you are one of the taller kids at school. I'm starting to relax as I reach Mr. Hinkle's room and make my way to my seat in the back of the class.

"Alright, class, settle down," he says as the rest of the class piles in. I notice Ashley glance back at me with a smirk, giving me a cheeky wave and sneaking in a middle finger when Mr. Hinkle's back is turned. I try my best to ignore her, hoping my scowl isn't showing through. "You know the drill. The quicker you get through filling out your notes, the sooner you can go back to talking."

My classmates settle into their seats as he begins handing out note sheets. I take mine out of my book, having filled out half of it last night. Mr. Hinkle always gave me my notes early so I have time to work on them before class, otherwise I wouldn't be finished in one class period because of my dyslexia. I always told him it was just because I liked history so much, and he never questioned it because I did well in his class.

The first twenty minutes or so of class goes quietly, with my classmates and I filling out our notes as we read through the book, Mr. Hinkle doing something on his computer. Some of my classmates start talking, either finished with their notes or just bored out of their minds, and that just leads to more talking. Mr. Hinkle doesn't even bother trying to get us back to work, because one of my classmates is talking football with him. Even though I exercise a lot, I don't follow many sports. Sure, if there was a football volleyball game on, I'd watch it if there wasn't anything else on. But I never really got into it like pretty much everyone else did, instead watching a lot of anime, dubbed of course. The only sport that I actually follow is basketball, and that's just because I like playing basketball. Or at least I used to, before I had to start skipping Phys Ed after hitting puberty. I didn't join the basketball team because of my secret, even though I had one of the coaches ask me to after seeing me shooting around after school one day. I shake my head, berating myself for daydreaming as I try to finish the last few lines of notes I need to fill out.

For the most part, filling in the printed-out notes for class isn't too difficult, even with my disability. It's just very time consuming, and if I have any trouble or I'm uncertain about something, I always mark the spot so I can ask Mr. Hinkle or Phil about it later. My mind starts drifting to Phil, which invariably leads to me remembering that first night we had sex, along with last weekend when he let me fuck his ass for the first time. I feel my dick stirring in my shorts and try to focus on my notes, but the girl in front of me, Amanda, is currently bent over, grabbing a pen from the floor, and her yoga pants are pulled tight against her ass, and I can see she's wearing a thong.

I quickly pull out my phone, one arm holding my growing erection down, and text a single-word message to Phil:Help!!!

*

Phil*

"If anyone needs help with the worksheet, feel free to ask me. Otherwise, we're done for the day," Mr. Morris tells the class as he finishes explaining the few questions that almost everyone got wrong on last Friday's exam. I only missed one question, and I knew what my mistake was as soon as the period ended, so I wasn't paying much attention, though. Blake, my classmate who sits in front of me, passes the homework worksheet back, which is mainly a way for those who didn't do well on the exam to earn some points back, when I feel my phone vibrate. It's not against the rules to text in class, so long as we keep it short, don't disturb our classmates, and don't do it while the teacher's going through a lesson. Since Mr. Morris dismissed us for the rest of the period, I feel fine pulling out my phone as I pass the last worksheet back to the person behind me, only to find a single-word text from Mallory:Help!!!

Me:Hey, what's up?

hlep me thnk of somthing gorss

Pus spewing zits. Mucus. Your grandma in a swimsuit suit.

whats wrng with my granma waering a siwmsut?

I don't know, that's just one of the things that people say in movies. Either that or grandma's back hair.

ok thats kinda gorss thx

What was all this for, anyways?

this,she sends me a picture of one of her classmates, bent over in front of her, a thong visible through her yoga pants.

Glad to know I can always turn you off,I tell her, chuckling quietly to myself.

well i was also thnkng of u

You mean like when I was fucking you on the couch, taking your virginity? Or when I was sucking your dick in the locker room? Or when you had your dick shoved balls deep in my ass?I ask, subtly shifting in my seat as I adjust myself. Just remembering all of those moments is turning me on a bit.

asshole! i just got it 2 go down!She replies, and I grin as I can only imagine her getting harder, her jeans tightening up on her. A second picture comes through, this one of her shorts with a fairly obvious bulge running down the left leg, between her thighs, and looking semi-hard.

Why are you wearing shorts?I ask, startled to see her wearing something so revealing.

some1 stol emy clothes form the lcoker room.A few seconds later,prety sure it was ashley

Did you bring your lunch in today?

yeah y?

Meet me in the auditorium for lunch, then. I'll let you borrow my pants.

reelly?

Sure. Maybe it'll be easier to hide in them.

hve i evr told u i love u?

Yeah, but I still love to hear it.

i luv u so much

I love you, too. Now get back to thinking about your grandma's back hair. You don't want to have to walk around with a boner. That's hard to hide even at my size in gym shorts, I don't wanna know how difficult it'd be to hide that log.

i love u so much…granmas back hair is workin. I grin, putting my phone away because I know I've been texting way too long. Mr. Morris is helping one of my classmates with a problem on the worksheet, so I needn't have worried, but I don't like to push the boundaries anyways, just in case. I set to work on my homework, which is just an introduction to vectors, and it doesn't take me long to finish it, even with sending Mallory the occasional text. The last thirty minutes of class pass much quicker than the first twenty as I help a couple of my classmates with their worksheets, although vectors are easy enough so not many people are having trouble. We're all just grateful to be done with series and sequences. The bell rings, sending us to lunch, so I grab my pack from my locker and head to the auditorium. I grab a seat near the back of the room, by the hallway that leads to the locker rooms, and start eating while I wait for Mallory. A few minutes later she shows up, a McDonald's bag in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. I give her a grin as she walks over, still wearing the same clothes she had on during her work out, her cut-off t-shirt and shorts a stark contrast to her normal school outfits. "Hey there, mister grandma's back hair."

"Hey, I was just trying to help," I reply with a grin as she sits beside me, pulling out what is definitely not McDonalds from the bag.

"I know, I'm just teasing ya," she tells me, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. "How was calculus?"

"Pretty easy. Just test corrections and a worksheet on vectors," I answer, taking a bite of leftover sausage paddy. It's not exactly the best cold, but it's not too bad. "So how exactly did you clothes get stolen?"

"Well, it started with Ashley and a couple of her friends coming into the weight room, after you left," she starts. She tells me about how the girls came into the weight room, talking about how Harold is cheating on Cassie with Ashley, and how Mallory might have annoyed her by mocking her. Then when she went downstairs to shower and change, she saw one of them disappearing through the doors that lead from the gym to the rest of the school and her clothes were gone from the locker room, and how Ashley pretty much confirmed it was her when she saw her in class and flipped her off. I listen patiently as she gets sidetracked occasionally, but she gets back on track quickly enough. I love Mallory to death, but she can be a little scatterbrained when she tells stories. Maybe it's because she spent so much time with herself that she's just not used to it.Well, there's the pot calling the kettle black, I think to myself as I catch my mind wandering even as I'm listening to her story. "And then I saw Amanda bend over, and her pants got all see through, and it was torture!"

"I could imagine," I sympathize with her, crumpling up my now empty bag of chips and tossing it at the waist can, missing as it bounces off the rim. Grimacing, I get up to throw it away. "Do you think anyone saw you?"

"I don't think so, but I don't know for sure," she replies, tossing her own empty bag at the bin, the plastic bouncing off the walls as she sinks it. "Everybody was already busy talking, so I don't think anyone noticed."

"I guess it doesn't really matter anymore, anyways, but that could've been embarrassing," I reply with a chuckle, packing up my empty containers before zipping them back up in my lunchbox.

"Maybe a little," Mallory agrees, laughing. "So, what do you think about the Harold and Ashley thing? Do you think it's true?"

"I dunno," I reply, biting my lip. "Cassie has been a little distant with Harold recently, so it's possible. Maybe he told her and that's why she's been giving him the cold shoulder."

"Yeah, but I highly doubt she'd still be dating him if her told her it happened six times, and was still going on," Mallory rebuts, resting a foot on her seat as she wraps her arms around her leg. "Do you think we should tell her?"

"We'd be horrible friends if we didn't," I say, running a hand through my hair. "I don't envy you having that conversation."

"Wait, why am I telling her?" Mallory asks incredulously.

"'Cause you're the one who heard Ashley talking about it."

"Yeah, but you've been her friend for a lot longer than I have. She'll believe you a lot more than she'll believe me."

I sigh, conceding her point. "You're right. Fuck, she's going to be devastated."

"Just…let her down easy, right?" Mallory suggests, glancing down at the ground while she presses her lips against her knee. Her shorts have slipped down a little, revealing some her thigh. An awkward silence falls over the two of us as a couple other students begin filtering into the auditorium, all castmates who plan on spending the last twenty-some minutes of lunch here. "So, the offer for me borrowing your jeans still on the table?" she asks, breaking the silence and bringing our thoughts away from dark things."

"Yeah, sure," I reply, packing up my Tupperware containers as Mallory stands up, smoothing out her shorts. "Let's go to the locker room. Hopefully no one'll need to use the bathroom while we're in there."

We head down the hallway, into the locker room, and around the bend so we're cut off from view. The large, four-person shower occupies most of the room, with six stalls sitting to one side of it in a recess while the alcove on the other side houses a few sinks and a locked door that leads to outside. A few benches are arranged around the room, in front of the lockers, for the girls to use while they change. "Alright, mister. Pants off," she tells me with a grin, the awkwardness from earlier forgotten, hooking a finger into either side of her shorts and pulling them down, her sweatband-garter yanked down with them on accident.

"Aren't we pushy," I reply with a smirk, unbuttoning my jeans as I watch her cock flop into view. My ass clenches unconsciously at the sight of her thick dick, all eight inches hanging flaccid between her legs and covered in a cocksock, my own cock stiffening at the sight. I step out of my shoes and shuffle out of my jeans, which are a little on the long side and baggy, as she watches, shorts in hand and dick slowly getting bigger.

"Little did you know, I just wanted to get you out of your pants," she says, sticking her tongue out at me before tossing me her shorts. "Switch ya."

"Let's just hope they fit," I reply with a chuckle, catching her shorts as I toss her my pants.

"You saying I'm fat?" she teases, her tone one of faux-annoyance.

"Nah, you just have a very nice, round rear that happens to be bigger than mine," I reply, grinning as I slip her shorts on. They're a little loose around the waist and go a few inches past my knees, but I just pull the drawstring tight and tie a know to keep them in place. "Plus, you're taller than me, and you've got a bit more in the dick department."

"Only a bit?" she answers, giving me a shit-eating grin to let me know that she's just teasing. "They might be a little on the tight side, though," she admits when she tries to stuff her dick down one of the legs, her muscular thighs making it difficult. While they're not as thick as Jamie's or her mom's, they're thicker than mine by an inch or so. She finally succeeds in stuffing the top half of her anaconda down the left leg and pulls them up the rest of the way, only to run into another problem a few inches later.

"And your balls are pretty huge, too," I observe as she tries to pull my jeans up over them, slipping out of her shorts. "I, uh, don't think this is going to work out too well, even if you can get them on. Your dick's bulging them out pretty obviously."

"Ah, fuck," she sighs, ceasing her struggle and beginning to work my jeans off, a much easier task. "Well, I guess I'm just going to have to be extra careful about not getting a boner now."

"I can think of something that might help with that," I tell her, a grin tugging at my lips as I pull my pant on just enough that I don't walk funny.

"But we're in school," she argues, sliding her shorts back on, although by the telltale twitch of her cock, I know she's interested. "I know we did it before, but that was during class periods, not lunch."

"Then we'll just have to keep it quick," I reply, grabbing her hand and leading her to the stall furthest from the door, locking the door behind us as she leans against it. "Besides, I've got something I want to try out anyways."

"Oh, really?" she says, a cheeky grin tugging at her lips as she pulls her shorts down to her knees, exposing her slowly growing cock, still covered by her cocksock. "Does this involve you being on knees, or your back?"

"I'm not gonna tell you! That'd spoil the surprise," I reply, wrapping my arms around her and tilting my head up so I can meet her kiss. Her arms wrap around my back and pull me into her embrace, lips opening as our kiss quickly turns heavy, my tongue teasing hers before hers teases mine. One of her hands drifts lower and I let out a muffled chuckle when I feel her grabbing my ass. "Well, I can tell which way you'd prefer," I say, pulling back from the kiss with a grin to meet her lust-filled gaze, her cock straining against my stomach as it grows.

"I can't help it," she says, her normally high voice slightly husky. "Your ass is just so perfect. Such a nice, tight tushy," she adds, biting her lower lip and squeezing my ass, humping into me.

"Down, girl," I tell her, laughing, as I pull free from her grasp. Her cock springs to attention, bowing only slightly from its weight, precum soaking through the tip of her cocksock. With a wink, I slide the cloth cover off her cock, chuckling as she lets out a quiet gasp, her ten-inch dong twitching in anticipation, hard as a rock. I drop to my knees, shifting to find a more comfortable position, before pulling her thong down as well, exposing her tennis ball-sized orbs. "You know, I've never really noticed just how huge your balls are," I tell her, wrapping a hand around as much of her pop can-thick dick as I can.

"How else did you think I came so much," she replies, laughing. "Why are you so interested in my ba-aah!" Her question turns into a breathy gasp as I kiss the tip of her dick, licking up the precum clinging to her cockhead, only for her to pump out more as soon as I pull away, her dick twitching in my grasp.

"Well, after you left Sunday night," I tell her, kissing the side of her cock, right at the base of her cockhead, "I watched a lot of blowjob videos. You know," I kiss farther down her cock, following a vein snaking its way along her length, eliciting another gasp, "for research. I was hoping to show off this weekend." Another kiss on the vein, a couple inches from her base now. "But I suppose now's as good a time as any," I finish with a grin before kissing right at the base of her dick, breathing in her heady aroma before beginning to lick the base, her trimmed pubes tickling my cheeks and nose slightly.

She gasps, her leg muscles tightening as she's wracked with pleasure as I move down to begin tonguing her balls, eyes closed as I suck on her nutsack, unable to get even one in my mouth but trying anyways. My jaw strains as I open as wide as I can, careful not to graze her with my teeth, but even then, her balls are too big to fit inside my mouth. A little disappointed, I swap from her left nut to her right, giving it the same treatment as she shudders, trying to keep quiet while her cock rests atop my face. I glance up to meet her gaze, gratified by the amazement and lust I see in them as she watches me, cheeks flushed and a slight sheen of sweat making her skin glisten.

"Fuck, I'm in heaven," she moans quietly, leaning into the stall door as I suck on her nuts, precum dripping from her cockhead and onto my forehead and into my hair. "I need a pic of this."

"So long as you promise to send it to me afterwards," I tell her, pulling away as she bends down, rummaging in a pocket of her shorts, which are still hanging around her knees, and I fish my dick out of my underwear. She quickly yanks her phone out and I take that as my cue to start back up again, diving between her legs to worship her balls again, cock draped across my face. She giggles, messing with her phone, before I hear an audible click. "What's with the giggling?" I ask, pulling away again, wrapping a hand around her dick and jerking slowly.

"Nothing," she says, before relenting, "except that my dick is longer than your face. It looks pretty funny from up here."

"I'll have to judge for myself, but that can wait," I reply, going back in to kiss her balls one last time before trailing my tongue up the underside of her dong, kissing her cockhead when I reach it. "I think there's something much more important for me to do right now."

"I concur," she…concurs, shivering when she feels my breath on her tip.

"Concur? Really?" I ask, snorting and giving her a cheeky smirk, my eyebrow raised quizzically.

"Shut up, I'm trying to work on vocab words," she replies indignantly.

"Fair enough," I answer, shaking my head, my smirk still tugging on my lips as I slowly stroke the base of her dick. She groans when I finally open my mouth again, licking the tip of her dick and savoring the taste of her precum, sweet with a slight hint of oranges to it. "Hey, keep it down. Someone could walk in and hear you."

"I can't help it," she moans, fingers clenched tightly and I'm half afraid she's going to break her phone. "It feels too good."

"Does that mean you want me to stop?" I tease her, stopping my jerkin and gripping her tightly at the base, feeling her pulse as blood courses through her cock.

"Please don't!" she whimpers, giving me a desperate look, and I relent in my teasing. She lets out a grateful moan when I start stroking her again, her free hand grabbing the back of my head as I start sucking her again, kissing the slit before forcing her cockhead inside. My jaw aches as I stretch it to the limits, pushing my head forward some more to take a few inches of her dick in my mouth, my tongue licking along the bottom of her dong as I begin jerking myself off as well. I try to keep quiet, knowing there's a real possibility of someone walking in and hearing us, but it's difficult. Even though my gag reflex has been pretty much beaten into submission by now, quite literally, sucking a dick isn't something done silently.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she mutters under her breath, trying to keep her voice down when I succeed in popping the head of her cock into my throat, which is not an easy task even with as much practice a I've had. Breathing through my nose, I take her in deeper, unable to damp down the slurping noises as I continues to tun my tongue along the underside of her dong. I get a little more than three quarters of the way down her cock, a full eight inches filling my mouth and throat, before I have to stop, still unable to take her all the way. She doesn't seem to mind, though, if her muted groans are any indication. I glance up to see her biting one of her hands, phone clutched tightly between the fingers she's not biting to keep from letting out anything louder than a whimper, before taking a deep breath, her scent heavy in the air, and slowly pulling back, my lips sealed tight against her rod the entire way. Her legs quiver, meaning she's already close despite me having just started which is pretty unusual. She can normally last a lot longer than me when I'm either sucking her dick or she's fucking my ass, maybe half an hour before she can't hold it back any longer, but maybe the possibility of being found getting a blowjob in the locker room at school has her on edge.

"Mmph," is all I can manage around her cock, her fingers tightening in my hair when I quickly dive down her dick again, gagging slightly at the speed. She gasps, unable to help herself, as she begins working my head back and forth, fucking my face while I reach my free hand between her legs to find her clit, rubbing circles to egg her on even more as I continue to jerk myself off. I think I hear something, like a door closing, but I can't focus long enough to try and listen as Mallory grows rougher, obviously incredibly close to reaching her orgasm, and I'm not far away, either. I tease her clit, letting a couple fingers slide inside her as she fucks my face, not overly roughly but far from gentle. After a few more minutes, I can't hold myself back anymore.

"Mmmgh," I groan, my muscles tightening up for a brief seconds before I cum, my jizz shooting across the tile floor and splattering between her wide-spread legs. I think my groan is what pushes her over the edge, because she roughly pulls my face to her crotch and holds me there, her cock pulsing and twitching as she offloads in my throat, muted moans and gags escaping despite my best efforts as I feel the eight inches of her cock I can take filling my throat completely. I shut my watery eyes, focusing on breathing when she's not shooting jizz down my throat as my orgasm tapers off, my dick softening as she pulls out of my throat and mouth, shooting the last few squirts on my face, making me flinch when I feel cum hitting my eyelid. Even closed, it still hurts, but I force my other eye open while keeping that one shut so I'm not completely blind.

"Oh, fuck, that felt so good," Mallory pants, her hair slightly disheveled and shiny with sweat. I glance at her hand with my one good eye to spy some bite marks left on her finger and can only imagine how much that must sting. "Shit, sorry. I didn't me to cum in your eye."

"It's alright," I reply, reaching up to clear it away, but she stops me. She fiddles with her phone for a second, and I know what she's got in mind, so I stick out my tongue and make a face. She giggles, grabbing her softening cock and putting the tip in my open mouth before I hear a shutter snap, making me laugh as well, pulling back and letting her cock flop back between her legs. "I never imagined I'd be posing for a picture with cum on my face. But then again, I never thought I'd have my picture taken with balls in my mouth, either, I guess," I say, wiping the cum from my face with some toilet paper, getting to my feet.

"We'll need to take a video next time," she replies, tapping her screen a few more times before giving me a devilish grin. "I can already see the title:Bitch boy takes girlfriend's giant dong up his butt."

"Eh, seems a bit long for a title," I retort, smirking as she pulls up her underwear and shorts, slipping her cock down one leg and securing it with the sweatband after sliding her cocksock back on. "Titles have to be short an sweet, to grab people's attention."

"Girl gives boyfriend giant dick?" she suggests, making me laugh. "Oo, or maybeGiant cock disappears up boyfriend's butthole?"

"I'm thinking more along the lines ofBig dick futa rides bf's dick," I reply, tucking myself away before pulling my pants up. "Has a nice ring to it, if you ask me."

"I wouldn't be opposed to that," she admits, blushing, as we exit the stall, a little skip in her step. Her phone tweets and she pulls it out, her smile falling away as her expression quickly transitions to surprise followed just as quickly by horror. "Fuck! I sent those pictures to Alex! I forgot she was the last person I texted!"

"What!?" I pull out my phone, but I don't see any messages from her. "Ah, shit, that's embarrassing. What did she say?"

"'I know we like to be open about sex, but this might be a little much'," Mallory reads slowly, running a hand through her hair. "Fuck, at least it was only to Alex. I was texting Jamie about lines earlier, too, so at least we dodged that bullet."

"Okay, yeah, that would've been, like, a thousand times worse," I agree, chuckling despite my blush. Her phone rings again. "What did she say this time?"

"'Unless you're challenging me and Becky?' Ugh, no, mom! That was an accident! It was supposed to be for Phil!" she shouts, typing quickly. "Sometimes I wish my parents were a little less open about their sex life."

"It does have its perks," I admit, glad that my parents don't talk about things like that in front of me.

"'Becky says nice on not forgetting the balls'," Mallory adds, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut while my cheeks turn a brilliant shade of scarlet. "Please quit talking about it!"

"Maybe if we ignore her she'll stop?" I suggest as she types away, the two of us sitting on one of the benches.

"It's worth a shot," she agrees turning her phone back to vibrate before putting it away. "Also, I sent the pictures to the right number this time."

"Let's get back to the auditorium," I tell her, feeling my phone vibrating in my pocket. "Otherwise, they might wonder where we went, and they'll probably know what we were doing if they find us in here."

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The rest of the school day passes pretty uneventfully, although every time I see Cassie in the hallway or in class, my stomach tightens up, my nerves getting the best of me when I think about how she's going to react when I tell her what Mallory overheard. Whenever she catches me looking, I force a grin and she just gives me a puzzled look before rolling her eyes and turning back to the teacher. Mallory sends me reassuring texts throughout the day, since we don't share many classes, and by the time school is about to end, my nerves are fried and I just want to get it done and over with.

"Attention, students," the principal's voice comes over the intercom round two-fifty, signaling that it's time to start packing our stuff up and get ready to leave, "remember that tomorrow is Spirit Day, so please wear school attire to support our track team who are going to district qualifiers this Wednesday at ten. Seniors, if you haven't placed your orders for your cap and gown yet, remember next weekend is the deadline and we can't guarantee a set in your size. School musical practice is cancelled tonight, although Mrs. Baxter would like me to mention that the auditorium will be left open for half an hour after school for any cast members looking to practice for a short while. And that concludes today's announcements; school's dismissed. Stay safe and I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow," she finishes with her standard salutation. The speaker turns off with an audibleclickand the teacher can barely be heard over the clamor as my classmates start talking amongst each other, funneling through the door in their haste to leave.

"Ugh, I can't believe practice got cancelled," Cassie complains, coming over to join me as we stand at the back of the crowd. Her books are tucked under her arm and her long, dark-red hair is pulled back in a ponytail like usual, some natural curls fighting against her attempts to straighten it here and there, although I personally like her curls. She's wearing a loose, 'Panic! At the Disco,' shirt today, which I recognize as a gift from Harold for their first anniversary, a pair of denim short shorts that reach a little past her mid-thigh, and a pair of strappy sandals that show off her cute, red-toed feet. I meet her pale green eyes and the butterflies in my stomach flutter even more violently. "Do you want to practice a couple of our scenes anyways? I mean, Mrs. Laudek did say the auditorium would be open for a little while."

"Sure, but, um, there's something I have to tell you first," I tell her quietly, following a few steps behind the crowd to keep from being overheard.

"What's up?" she asks, giving me a questioning look that makes my insides squirm. I open my mouth, to tell her it's not something we should talk about in public, but I get interrupted when someone accidentally bumps into me. "Hey, watch it!" she tells him off as I catch my balance. "Maybe we should wait until the hallway clears out a bit first."

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea," I tell her, heading down to the first floor where our lockers are. We head down to our lockers, which are fairly close together, and pack up quietly, since the hallway's so lout that we'd have to shout to be able to hear each other over the din, before heading to the auditorium, dodging, ducking, dipping, diving, and…dodging to make our way through the crowd heading in the opposite direction. As we get closer to the hallway leading to the locker rooms, and the noise begins dying down as people leave, I ask, "Hey, you mind if we take a little detour first?"

"Uh, sure, I guess," she replies, following as I steer her down the hallway. "By the way, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"It's…not exactly something you talk about in the open," I reply, biting my lower lip as I glance into the auditorium. There are a few people hanging out inside, up on the stage and practicing their choreography as well as people practicing singing in the seats, so that won't work. "Let's talk in here," I tell her, stepping into the boy's locker room.

"Uh, okay?" she says, following me tentatively. "What's up, Phil? You're kinda weirding me out here."

"I don't know how to say this…," I start after we get around the bend to find a room just like the girls': a big, open space in the middle with benches in front of the lockers lining the walls and an open shower with three showerheads to a side, the walls extending to form a pincer-like opening that cuts off most of the shower from view. A few stalls and urinals stand to one side of the shower while a locked door leads to an outdoor picnic area behind the school. I know because I picked the lock once so I could spend study hall outside once my junior year.

"Does it have something to do with you and Mallory? Are you guys having a fight?" she asks, giving me a concerned look as she takes a seat on one of the benches and gestures for me to sit beside her.

"No, Mal and I are fine," I answer, fidgeting uncomfortably. "It's about Harold."

Her expression darkens immediately, fingers gripping the bench tightly. "If this is about him cheating on me at Chris's party, I already know about that. How'd you find out?"

"Actually, it's more than just that," I tell her before launching into the story Mallory told me, only telling her the parts about what Mallory overheard.

An awkward silence falls after I finish telling her everything, glancing over to see how she's taking it. She's staring at the shower, a faraway look in her eyes. "That asshole," she mutters, fingers turning white from how hard she's gripping the bench. "That asshole!" She punches the bench and I flinch away as the sound echoes around the cement-walled room. "How could he fucking lie to me!" she screams, punching the bench again before standing up, cradling her hand in her other arm, and I can see some blood on her knuckles. She tries to kick the bench, but I grab her leg to keep her from hurting herself even more. "Let me go!" she shrieks at me, but I refuse, standing up and wrapping my arms around her despite her struggling. She only struggles for a few seconds before the fight goes out of her and she starts crying, pressing into me instead of pulling away.

"There, there," I say in a soothing voice, trying to calm her down. "You're alright, Cassie. Everything's going to be alright," I add, stroking her back as she sobs into my chest, my chin resting on her head. I flashback to when we were younger, after cat had to be put down, and I had held her like this back then, too. I let her cry it out, holding her tight as her body shakes in my arms, knowing that nothing I could say would help. I know how much a broken heart hurts from experience.

Her sobs die down after a few minutes, dwindling to only an occasional sniffle. "How could he lie to me?" she asks me softly, her voice unstead. "He admitted he cheated at the party, but said it was just a drunken mistake and that it'd never happen again. So why did it happen again?"

"I don't know, Cass," I reply honestly, using her parents' pet name for her that she won't let anyone else call her as I stare at the lockers, my head still resting on hers. "Maybe he thought you'd find out about the once but not the others? From what Mallory heard Ashley say, they apparently weren't too inconspicuous."

"But why did it happen again?" she asks again, pulling back and looking up. Her pale green eyes are still watery, a few tears still sitting on her mascara-stained cheeks, so I reach a hand up to wipe them away. "One drunken night I…might have been able to forgive, and that's a big might. But why did he have to do it again? Is there something wrong with me? Did I fuck up? Was I clingy?"

"No, Cass, you didn't do anything wrong," I tell her, still cupping her cheek and wiping it, even though there aren't any tears left. Some of her hair came free from her ponytail, from her outburst, and I can feel it tickling the backs of my fingers. My heart's beating fast as old emotions, feelings that I'd suppressed ever since I found out Harold and Cassie were dating, begin resurfacing. "Harold's the one who fucked up, not you. He's an idiot for cheating on you."

"If I didn't do anything wrong, then why did he cheat on me?" Her gaze is almost pleading, begging me for an answer that I just don't know. "Am I unattractive? Is that it? Maybe it's because I don't have tits like Ashley does," she adds venomously, glancing down as another couple tears break free.

"Cass, you're definitely not unattractive," I tell her, distinctly aware that her unhurt hand is pressing against my chest, and I can feel my body responding to her touch. "You are one of the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful girls I've ever seen. And if he doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you."

"Phil…," she starts, but she never gets a chance to finish that thought because I'm leaning down and we're kissing, softly at first but quickly growing heavier when I pull her against me. She moans into the kiss, her good hand running up and down my chest while her hurt one slides down my stomach, making me groan. My right hand is still cupping her cheek, but my left is quickly sliding down her back until I'm cupping her ass, which isn't thick, but does fill my palm up nicely, her booty nice and toned from running cross country for six years. We separate for a second, sneaking in a gasp for breath, but that's all we have time for before we're kissing again, Cassie's hand now feeling me up through my jeans and I didn't think it was possible to hate a pair of pants as much as I hate mine right now.

Another moan into my kiss and I'm humping up against herm relishing the feel of her small hand rubbing my dick through my pants. I squeeze her ass cheek and she lets out a small squeal that quickly turns into a groan, just like Mallory.Mallory! I pull back suddenly, my eyes wide as my mind catches up with the rest of me. Cassie's eyes are still closed, her full, incredibly kissable lips still slightly parted, but the image of Mallory smirking at me teasingly, the way she did after that first time in the locker room, makes me let her go. Her eyes slowly open when she feels me let go of her, a confused expression on her face that quickly transitions to one of…not quite horror, but closer to shock, as she realizes what we were just doing.

"Oh…um…I'm so sorry," she says, pulling back, her hands dropping from me. "I just…"

"No, you're fine," I tell her, stepping back to put some space between us, trying to calm myself down and ignore the impulse to wrap my arms around her and kiss her again. I can feel myself straining against my jeans as I take deep breaths.

"No, I'm not," she replies, biting her lip before continuing, "I've wanted to do that for a while."

"So have I," I tell her, running a hand through my damp hair, looking everywhere but at her. "But I'm dating Mallory, and I love her, too."

"Too?" Cassie asks, catching my slip up just as I notice it. "You love me?"

"I've had a crush on you ever since we met, Cass," I admit with a sigh, finally meeting her gaze. Normally I can tell exactly what she's thinking just by looking in those green eyes, but there's too much swirling in them for me to read them right now. "I had always hoped to ask you out on day, but then you started dating Harold, and I convinced myself that I could get over you. I know I never truly did, but I lied to myself enough that I almost started believing it. And then I found out Mal's secret, and we started dating, and I thought I'd finally gotten over you; but I guess I'm not completely over you yet."

She stares silently at me, cradling her hand again, blood staining her knuckles where I notice the skin is badly torn. "I never knew you felt that way," she whispers. "I never would've dated Harold if I'd known you felt that way."

I grimace, looking away from her teary eyes. "I'm dating Mallory, Cassie. And we're really happy together. I don't want to ruin it."

"Oh," she says, her voice just barely audible, and I see her turn away, her ponytail swinging with her. "I'm sorry, Phil. Really, I am."

I bite my lip, not sure what to say, but she takes away my chance anyways, quickly rushing from the room, the slap of her sandals deafening as it echoes around the otherwise silent locker room. I sigh, my stomach roiling and feeling like I'm about to puke, as I sit on one of the benches, my head in my hands, while I try to figure out what just happened.

Mallory*

My heart's pounding, trying to keep my breath quiet as I rush out of the locker room, moving off to the right. I press up against the wall as Cassie runs out the door, not even noticing that it was still closing in her distress. I hold my breath as she sprints past me, the door blocking me from view, but I still see her shoulders shaking in silent sobs as she runs down the hallway. Only after the slapping of her footsteps on the school's tile floor fade away do I let myself breathe again. And with the breath comes the tears. Trying my best to hold it in, I start after her, not wanting Phil to find me, as I try to come to terms with what I just saw.

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