Thursday, 25 August 2016

Hinata fuck Naruto

For their date, Hinata had invited her boyfriend of some months to the Girl clan compound, citing the desire for a quiet, intimate dinner between the two. Naturally, hearing the reference to “intimate”, Naruto was terribly worried about whatever the Blue eyed young woman had planned for him. However, Tsunade’s words had inspired the boy to trust in the Futanari, hoping that everything would turn out fine come the end of their date.


Hinata, in the meanwhile, presented their homemade dinner in her room, and the two ate in companionable silence that was only broken up by whatever quiet conversations they brought out between them. At the same time, Hinata casually served her boyfriend a seemingly endless supply of sake, and as Naruto’s thoughts were elsewhere, he allowed the Girl heiress to coerce him into a drunken stupor that left him red faced and pleasantly prone to suggestion. As great as his regenerative prowess were, even he had limitations.


Hinata herself was buzzing with the drunkenness, which gave her just enough confidence to act out her sly plan for seducing the man Uzumaki. Sliding up to the boy’s side, Hinata leaned into the boy’s left side with a suggestive smile on her face.


“Oh, Narruuuto-kuuun,” Hinata slurred out; unable to help herself as she reached out to stroke the boy’s left cheek. Naruto dazedly leaned his face into the open palm, a content moan spilling from his lips. “H-how – hic – how loooooonng have we been dating?”


Some part of the boy might have recognized the intimacy of their position, might have been alarmed by the sudden fire in the Girl’s Blue gaze, but the rest was too pleasantly drunk to care and Hinata had always been kind to him, and she had such pretty eyes, and she was so strong too, and oh, did she smell good…!


“Hina-chan,” Naruto mumbled, half-lidded eyes flickering with renewed affection. Hinata smiled pleasantly at the boy’s obvious display of love and trust, bolstering her confidence enough so that she found the strength to lean forward and press her full, feverish lips against his.


A lingering moan drew out of Naruto’s throat as he shakily raised his arms to wrap around the Futanari’s neck. Both teenagers closed their eyes, savoring the connection between them. This was usually the point when Naruto would push her away, but the drunken stupor was too much for him to resist the Girl’s demands as she suddenly pushed him to lie on his back on the floor.


Her lips busied themselves with nibbling on the man’s lips, hands musing through man hair and smothering across toned and tanned skin. Her tongue parted his lips, brushing against the entrance of the hero’s mouth, silently both demanding and pleading for him to accept her. Naruto shuddered against her, mouth opening of its own accord, and Hinata took her chance, her tongue sweeping down into the manes mouth and scraping across teeth, gums, and the moist tongue that waited for her.


Naruto receipted the act, awkwardly rolling his tongue across hers. Both were inexperienced with the act of kissing, or physical affection at all, but they were eager. Hinata, delighted at the boy’s compliance, poured every bit of lust and affection that she felt into the kiss, savoring the tart taste of the boy’s mouth from the orange sauce and sake from earlier.


She was like a wild fire in a lush, dry forest in the summer, all-consuming and out of control. She couldn’t stop herself, nor could Naruto hope to contain her mounting lusts. Naruto in the meanwhile shuddered underneath her bigger body, wriggling from the sensations that her dominating actions were evoking in his body. He’d only felt lust a few times in his life, and the majority of those times were because of this woman. In her company he’d grown to accept and even appreciate the affections that his lust had on his now cursed body.


Hinata was just moving down to push her hands underneath his shirt when the thought of his curse crossed the mane’s intoxicated mind, immediately causing him to jerk away in fright.


Hinata’s lips were pulled from Naruto’s, making her heart suddenly plummet as she opened her eyes and got a look at the boy’s suddenly pale face. She grasped at him, but Naruto was already crawling away.


No! Hinata’s thoughts spiraled with need, lust, desperation and fear. A check of her body found her straining against her bindings, but she felt sure that she hadn’t touched him beyond her hands and lips.


The fear sobered the two of them, so that as Naruto sat weakly against the wall and Hinata knelt there in the spot that the hero had vacated, Hinata’s fearful eyes locked onto the watery, terrified eyes of her boyfriend.


“I’m sorry, Hina-chan, I just can’t,” Naruto sobbed, shutting his eyes and pulling his knees to his chest. At the confession, Hinata’s pained heart ached; feeling like it was trying to leap out from her body through her throat.


“Naruto-kun, why?” pleaded Hinata, her own eyes tearing up as she looked shamefaced down at her own body. “Is it because of my body? I thought that you didn’t care about something like that, since you decided to start dating me.”


That depressed expression made the boy whimper. “No! I really…like your body…but…”


“Why?” Hinata asked again. Naruto’s words conflicted with his actions, so the confused Futanari began to crawl his way. Seeing her approach, Naruto tried to bury his face into his arms.


“It’s…m-my b-body…” Naruto whispered. As she heard the whisper, Hinata’s confusion grew all the greater, prompting her to reach out to urge the boy to look her in the eyes.


“What is it, Naruto?” Hinata inquired, dearly hoping that whatever it was it was something that they could overcome. She really wanted to be with the boy, but if there was something horribly wrong with his body that made it impossible for her to be with him, then she didn’t know what she would do.


 eyes met Blue, Hinata’s love, devotion and affection causing the hero’s thoughts to spiral and drown in a tide of emotions. Naruto’s  gaze filled with tears, which dripped down his cheeks. Of course Hinata would try to comfort him, even if he knew it was a useless gesture.


They were pressed nearly completely together, Hinata’s sizable bust smothering his knees and her hands running over his cheeks, hair and shoulders. Naruto desperately wanted to be with her, to consummate their feelings and take their relationship to the next level, but that fear of abandonment was creeping into his mind.


Hinata, in a moment of clarity, sensed the rising doubts in the boy’s mind, and gasped out, “Please don’t leave me, Naruto-kun.”


Naruto gasped.


Hinata’s insecurities closely matched the man’s. Her plea mirrored Naruto’s mental one, both desperate for them to finally throw away the barriers that prevented their copulation. Both of them staring back at each other with their fearful and needy eyes that exactly reflected the other’s emotions in their depths besides hue and shape. The realization of their desires, their need stole upon the man hero of the Fourth Shinobi World War, prompting a gasp of amazement from his lips.


“C-c-cursed,” the word fell from Naruto’s lips before he had time to question or think about it. He immediately colored, jerking away from Hinata’s soothing touch, but Hinata pushed him again to the ground before he could escape from arm’s reach of her, her lips upon his open mouth.


“Naruto,” Hinata said softly, drawing back with hooded eyes, “No more running, please?”


Hinata’s strong body was perched above him, waiting. Naruto’s eyes scanned her tentative, gentle face, fearful of what he’d find. And yet, she waited patiently for him to begin.


So, hesitantly opening his mouth, Naruto began to speak.


To Hinata’s amazement, Naruto weaved the tale of the final hours of the Fourth Shinobi World War, of the battle Naruto and Sasuke had fought between Kaguya Otsutsuki, the mother of chakra after the Infinite Tsukiyomi had been cast. Naruto and Sasuke had proven themselves to be deserving inheritors of the Sage of Six Path’s will, fighting on equal grounds with the goddess in human skin. Eventually, they managed to combine their powers to seal Kaguya’s chakra and expel the biju from her body. But she’d already claimed Madara’s body and converted it for her own, so despite her chakra being sealed by her reincarnated grandchildren, Kaguya was still alive and kicking. And as an act of revenge, she cast curses on her grandchildren with the last of her chakra.


Naruto and Sasuke had fainted, and been carried to the real world by Kakashi and Sakura, alongside an equally unconscious Kaguya. In the real world, Naruto and Sasuke regained consciousness long enough to form the seal to break the Infinite Tsukiyomi, immediately passing out soon after.


By the time Naruto awoke, both Sasuke and Kaguya were imprisoned and had more seals placed on them, so he didn’t get a further moment to speak with either Sasuke or Kaguya. Remembering Kaguya’s threat of a curse, Naruto asked Tsunade to examine his body.


This was when Naruto learned just what the curse entailed.


Blushing furiously at the memory, Naruto fell silent. Curious at the boy’s hesitance, Hinata inquired, “But why does this curse make you afraid of intimacy between us?”


Naruto turned his face away, shivering in a mixture of fear and trepidation. Hinata could literally taste his honest to the gods fear of rejection emanating from the boy’s pores. Her own eyes watering at the boy’s terror, Hinata gently pressed her lips to the edge of his mouth, drawing a shocked gasp from Naruto.


“Naruto-kun, please…no more secrets,” she urged. Naruto’s eyes turned back to her,  locking with Blue again as he studied her expression. Finally, he relented.


Mumbling softly, Naruto admitted his shame. Hinata’s bushy eyebrows, however, furrowed in confusion as she hadn’t been able to catch his confession.


“What was that, Naruto-kun?” she leaned further over him, desperately wishing that he could trust her enough to get this over with. Taking a huge, steadying breath, Naruto began again, slightly louder.


“S-she…did…s-something…to m-my…” his eyes flickered, courage wavering. Hinata got the gist of it, however, looking down between their bodies.


“Oh…um…h-how bad is i-it?” Hinata asked bracingly. Her left hand pushed between their clinging bodies to slowly work down his chest and to his waist. He shivered, but made no move to pull away. Hinata’s gaze locked with his again to see him fighting a blush of shame.


“I…uh…” he faltered, breathing deeply to calm himself. “It’s…impossible for me to…um…please a…” his eyes avoided hers, beseeching the ceiling to tell him what to do.


“Naruto-kun,” Hinata asked with concern. Naruto took another steadying breath, and elaborated.


“I can’t…with a…woman,” and he fell silent, daring to meet her eyes.


Hinata turned her gaze back to his, concerned.


“Just a woman, not a Futanari?” she inquired. Confused at the askance, Naruto’s brows furrowed.


“Yes, women, you know…Futanari, like you…” Naruto explained. At this admittance, Hinata cocked her head to the side.


“Futanari…women?” she stated her confusion, narrowing her eyes in thought… “Naruto, how much do you know about Futanari?” she questioned, mind whirling with her thoughts.


“Uh…y’know…stuff,” Naruto blushed, wilting into the ground.


“Were you…ever give the ‘talk’?” Hinata asked, concerned. Naruto nodded vaguely, fighting a blush at the reminder of his own ‘talk’.


“Yeah…Teuchi-san gave me the ‘talk’ just after I graduated,” this really wasn’t surprising, actually. Old man Teuchi Ichiraku from the Ichiraku Ramen Stand was as much a father figure to him as any male adult. When he’d seen the boy struggling with his attraction to his daughter he’d decided to sit the boy down and properly explain the differences between males and females.


“Teuchi…from the Ramen Stand?” Hinata wondered, suddenly brightening at the possibility. If she was correct with her assumption, it was possible that their distancing relationship wasn’t even because of her own body, something that would make everything so much easier on the pair. Though it worried her about what the man’s reaction would be if her suspicions were correct. She kneaded her lips thoughtfully, asking, “So, you’ve only been given the civilian version of the birds and the bees, then, right?”


Naruto frowned, finding it suddenly hard to concentrate. In the calm since his confession most of his terror had fled, leaving the adrenaline in his body to slowly drain from his veins, which made him dizzy with the remainder of the drunken stupor that had affected him only moments prior. The buzz made him pleasantly pliant, relaxing into the floor and the warmth of Hinata’s body, and the way that she was now squeezing his waist was distracting him from the conversation.


Hinata had consumed much less sake then her boyfriend, so that the adrenaline rush of their fear had cured her of much of her drunkenness. Instead, she was left to contemplate where they were going with an almost sober mind.


“Y-y-yeah,” Naruto blushed, squirming as his lusts renewed. Over the months since the final battle of the Fourth Shinobi World War, Naruto had grown used to the odd way that arousal affected his body. Hinata recognized the desire in the boy’s eyes, and the smell of his lust wafting from him was making her a different kind of dizzy that would be difficult to hide unless she concentrated on the conversation.


“So you don’t…” she blushed herself in embarrassment, feeling very strange at the thought of having to explain the differences between a normal girl and a Futanari. Steadying herself, she once more locked eyes with the man. “You don’t know the differences between a girl and a Futanari?”


“’Course ah do,” Naruto blinked at the two versions of Hinata in his vision, “One’s male and female, after all.” Naruto found Hinata’s amused reaction to his admittance somewhat confusing.


Shaking her head, long dark strands of navy  hair spilling over her shoulder and brushing across the face of the man underneath her. Naruto’s feminine pheromones were encouraging her own bodily reaction, darkening the scent on her skin with her own masculine musky scent of lust that made the boy underneath her squirm with further rising lust.


“No, Naruto-kun,” Hinata giggled at the boy’s lack of knowledge. Some of her lingering drunkenness gave her the courage to press her pelvic front to his pelvic, making him gasp at the weight wedged against his stomach. “There is no such thing as a female ninja.”


“Hinata…” Naruto panted, lust, fear, trepidation, and curiosity darkening his skin further with a blush as he wiggled against her. “You’re a…guy?”


Hinata’s eyes searched the boy’s expression. Naruto’s hair was mused from being pressed into the ground, tear stains made his cheeks shine, his eyes red, and lips swollen. He was panting with desire, wriggling his lean frame against hers. The sight of which and the feeling of his body moving under hers made new heat pool in her loins as she pressed him further into the ground. The feeling of her strong body wedging him against the floor made Naruto gasp, something that Hinata took full advantage of to press her now needy lips against his and demand entry.


Elation, satisfaction, love and so much desire nearly overwhelmed the young Girl to finally have her boyfriend react favorably to her affections. His body was burning hot like a furnace, and his soft looking muscles were soft to the touch as she reached down to fan greedy hands over his cheeks, shoulders and arms. The feeling of him acquiescing to her lusts was proving far too much for her, and despite her attempts to control the raging torrent of need that inflamed her loins Hinata found herself pumping her hips against her boyfriend’s body, making the man cry out into her mouth.


Separating from his lips, a trail of saliva still connecting them, Hinata stared mesmerized down at her sexy boyfriend with wonder and adulation. Her fingers traced the lines on his cheeks, cooing as his eyes closed in dazed pleasure at the soft touch. Everything about him was just so tempting, and he was all hers!


“Naruto-kun, I love you,” Hinata was surprised at the sound of her voice in the quiet room, having not intended to give voice to her emotions. Naruto’s eyes flickered open, tears at the edges, but the smile on his face spoke of his elation at the confession. This would be only the second time that Hinata had ever given voice to her love for him.


“I love you, too, Hinata,” Naruto softly told her, a tender smile on his own face. This would also be the first time he’d ever said the words to her, and to the young Girl there was no sweeter words that she could ever think of.


But she had to ask…


“You don’t mind, do you…that I’m like a man?” Hinata asked, breaking the gentle moment between them. The fire in her loins needed to be sated, regardless of the tender moment. She didn’t want there to be any doubt or complications between them for their first time.


Naruto relaxed into the ground, an unconcerned smile on his face as he languishingly wrapped one arm loosely around her neck.


“No,” he shook his head, surprisingly calm and relaxed despite the nature of their conversation. His eyes squinted in confusion, wondering apparent on his face. “But just how are you a man, anyways, Hinata? And what does that make a Futanari?”


There was so much to discuss between them, so many things that her boyfriend was ignorant of. Instead of answering, Hinata pressed one slender finger against his lips and smiled lovingly and indulgently.


“Later,” she promised, immediately trailing her long finger against his cheek, long nail scratching pleasantly across the over sensitive whiskers of his cheek. Naruto shivered in lust, the scent of which made the Girl ache with need. “Oh, Naru-chan…” it was the first time she’d ever given voice to her secret fantasy. With the hints that he’d dropped about his curse, she was strangely confident about who would be wearing the pants in their relationship.


“Hinata,” he shivered. But then he gave a concerned frown, blushing as he asked, “D-do y-you prefer the compliment k-kun, o-or…c-chan?”


“Oh, chan, definitely,” Hinata smiled teasingly, leaning down to lap at his right cheek with her moist and hot tongue. The feeling of this action made her lover groan with pleasure, something that she took delight in greedily.


“Hinata-chan!” gasped Naruto as Hinata’s urges took command and she found herself humping  back against his body again. Hinata really enjoyed the strangely feminine sounds of his voice and his reactions to her touch. It was invigorating her through every single cell of her body.


“Naru-chan,” Hinata groaned, shutting her eyes while savoring the feeling of his warm body pressed flush against her sex. She desperately needed to be with him, to fill him and shower him with her love. Taking a breath, Hinata opened her eyes and forced herself to think of him first, though.


“Can y-you…” it was difficult to concentrate as Naruto continued to wriggle his soft body against hers, unknowingly urging her to sink herself to the hilt inside him. She bit her lip, flushing with embarrassment and need as she gasped, “Can you…still feel…good?”


Naruto gasped against the heat of arousal focusing around his sex and back end. Before the curse, he might have desperately needed to feel something wrapped around his male bits, now, after the curse he found those desires had shifted to his asshole.


He still heard her question though, through the haze of arousal that was making his body hum with lust. He counted himself lucky that despite the curse that his Futanari friend was uniquely equipped with a dick so that their situation was still manageable despite the complications between them. When he was younger he’d thought the idea of what he now wanted to be strange and undesirable. Kakashi’s actions during the bell test had really turned him off from the idea of same sex relations. But then, Kaguya’s curse had greatly altered his body, and now the thought of what was trapped between them, connected to his Futanarifriend…it was proving too distracting to think about.


“Y-y-yeah,” He whimpered, flushing as he admitted another secret to his Futanari friend, “I-in my…” he trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. The truth however, was just what Hinata wanted to hear, the fire of her arousal burning like the fabled “Will of Fire” that every Hokage had lectured upon.


“Mine,” Hinata growled all her need, and silencing her embarrassed boyfriend by capturing his lips with hers and aggressive entrance again. He let her, arching against her body as she urgently coerced his tongue into her mouth and ground her pelvis against his stomach. The possessive nature of her actions was strangely satisfying to the man hero, the dominating behavior of her feelings and the sensation of her rocking her body against his and the scent of her lust in the room was quickly stealing upon his mind, ridding him of conscious thought and reason.


Then she was tearing at his jacket with her hands, nails sharpened like claws with chakra as she purposely undressed him. All reason had left her, every hesitation or insecurity lost as she stripped him bear with the singular purpose of sating her arousal with his body. Naruto gasped and shrieked as her nails pinched at his tan flesh and as she aggressively tore his clothing to shreds. The ferocity of her actions might have been concerning any other day, but they were both feeding on the action of her domination unknowingly.


Divested of his jacket and mesh undershirt, the tan flesh of Naruto’s toned chest and abs were exposed to Hinata’s eyes. Greedily taking in the sight of her lover’s naked torso, Hinata grinned to herself at the thought that he belonged to her and her alone.


“Hina-chan,” Naruto panted in the lull of their bonding, allowing him to refocus on his eager Futanari friend. The sound of his voice was more than Hinata could stand; urging the Futanari to press her face to his throat and smother his skin with kisses and flicks of her moist tongue. Naruto groaned in a dismay that had completely nothing to do with revulsion, instead all to do with his feverish flesh that just needed her, absolutely and completely.


And then she was lowering her mouth, suckling and nipping at his small nipples, forcing the boy to stuff his hand into his mouth and bite down as she teased his heated flesh.


Hinata rolled the skin of Naruto’s throat in her mouth, sucking at the flesh with such intensity that there could be no doubt that her boyfriend would be displaying some truly impressive hickies come the morrow. Down further she went, suckling and biting and lathering the expanse of his torso, delighting in his wanton moans, leaving bruised flesh every few inches.


And then she was again at his chest, breathing her hot breath across his right pectoral and budding his pink nipples at the strange sensation. He was bare, not only on his chest and stomach, but also his arms and back. In fact, she’d never once seen a single speck of hair on his body besides what grew from his scalp. Hinata murmured a silent prayer as she pressed her face to his chest and began suckling his skin with the intent to leave her mark everywhere that she could.


Naruto seemed submissive to her intentions, shivering like a girl under her, thrusting his chest to her face, panting and squealing with his euphoria. When her lips wrapped around one pink nipple he nearly bucked her off his body. But she pressed down him, demanding his inaction, and he welcomed her domination over his body.


When she was done with the first nipple, she pulled her mouth from the wet and now darkly red nipple, and moved onto the other, repeating the process to her boyfriend’s delight. But she only stayed for a while, quickly straying from his chest down his stomach leaving a trail of hickies and salvia in her wake.


Naruto didn’t even fight her as she began undoing the buckle at his waist, helping her completely undress him as he didn’t want all his clothing to be ruined by the fury of her lusts. With each inch of skin that came to be displayed to the room, Hinata pressed her lips to his flesh and marked him again and again, so that by the time his boxers were finally removed him was very nearly bruised for every few inches of skin on his body.


At last confronted by the sight of Naruto completely undressed below her, Hinata’s hand went out to lightly cup at the boy’s flaccid cock, pointing a questioning expression his way.


“This…is the curse?” she asked for clarification. Naruto gave her a nod, which she replied to with a reassuring smile. “This is…doable. But to think that Kaguya’s revenge would be such…” Hinata giggled, idly teasing the length of his male flesh and making her boyfriend blush in embarrassment and arousal.


“It was a lot different…b-before,” he stumbled, making Hinata giggle at his explanation.


“I-I know, Naru-chan,” Hinata smiled pleasantly, leaning back down to press her lips back to his open mouth. Naruto looked at her in amazement, and in answer Hinata jerked her thumb up to her eyes. “I have the Byakyugan…r-remember? S-so I…” she trailed off, blushing embarrassedly at the admittance of another of her secrets.


Boggling at the explanation, and flushing red with growing embarrassment, Naruto squeaked, “Y-you…p-peeked?”


His utterance of the secret made the Futanari blush, nodding her head quickly as she claimed, “Once or twice; y-you were growing so well that I-I honestly thought that someone m-might have taken y-you for their self if t-they had realized just how great y-you were…”


The explanation made Naruto hang his head, depression sinking over his whole frame. “Yeah, well, I s’pose you don’t have to worry about that now, do you?” he grumbled moodily. Hinata smiled, and reached out to gently thump him on his nose.


“Don’t say that, Naru-chan,” Hinata urged, moving her other hand from his crotch so that she could lie on the ground beside him. “There’s a lot about you that’s desirable. Something like this,” she mentioned, hand sweeping again over his still flaccid penis, “wouldn’t be such a setback for a Futanari. In fact, if other Futanari knew just how accommodating you were to our ‘condition’, you’d have trouble just avoiding the attentions of every Futanari in the village.”


“Oh,” Naruto murmured, distracted by the way his Futanari friend was playing with his male parts. He could no longer feel pleasure from such an action because of his curse, but her fascination with it was distracting him. Blushing, Naruto stammered, “T-that’s…good, I think?”


“Mmmhmm,” Hinata agreed, pressing her lips to his ear and tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. Naruto shivered against her, and distracted at the feeling, he didn’t resist as she placed his palm onto the bulge in her pants. “See how good I think it is?”


Naruto turned to her, gulping at the furious lust he could see in her eyes. Unconsciously, his hand tightened around the length of flesh straining in her pants, bringing out a moan from his “Futanari friend’s” lips that did things to parts of his body that would have made homophobes balk in anger and disgust. Instead though, Naruto found himself suddenly contemplating how he could get her to fill him up properly, at the same time subconsciously comparing her to as he was before the curse.


“It’s about…twice as long,” he mumbled, unaware that he spoke aloud. Hinata giggled at his statement, drawing the boy’s eyes to her amused face.


“Don’t sell yourself short, Naru-chan,” Hinata complimented, leaning forward to scrap her lips across his in another brief and tempting kiss. “You were quite impressive, actually, but I’m just on a whole other level.”


“Y-yeah,” Naruto panted, his focus waning as he felt Hinata’s big dick pulse powerfully underneath his fingers. His mouth felt dry, but not in horror or terror, but in the sudden need to see her, all of her. His eyes found her Blue orbs, his voice cracking as he asked, “Can I-I…see y-y-you?”


Hinata, smiling, nodded, agreeing with the simple request, and helped him by sitting up and working alongside him to properly undress her body. Soon, they were both completely naked, and free of its confines, her massive erection bobbed in time with her heartbeat.


Naruto gulped.


“W-what do you t-think?” Hinata asked hesitantly, leaning back so he could get a good view of her totally naked and supple body. Naruto’s eyes were roaming all across her body, and his silence was making her both curious and worried.


“Beautiful,” Naruto gasped, openly amazed at the magnificence of her body. Hinata smiled, appreciating his wonderment, something that only made her love the boy all the more for his complete acceptance of her body.


Hinata was perched on her side, one arm curved up in between her cleavage; hand in a fist, the other arm lying innocuously across her boyfriend’s shoulders. Her dark hair spilled down her neck and shoulders, both framing her massive, soft and completely natural bosom and also pooling down around her body. Her face was soft, her eyes wide and Blue, cheeks rosy and neck long and slender. Her body was shaped like an hourglass, her waist tiny and her hips wide, curving out to strong hairy legs and a massive bubble butt tempting to male. And rising out from her pelvis from a large ball sack was a truly gigantic penis that would be the envy of any male. It dwarfed any he’d seen on his peers while in the hot springs or in the porn magazines he’d sometimes pursued for inspiration on new perverted jutsu. Needless to say, at sixteen inches it put his prior eight inch penis to shame easily.


“Naru-chan,” Hinata broke the silence between them, beckoning towards her by tugging at his neck, “I want to fuck you,” she pleaded to him. Interestingly enough, Naruto didn’t doubt her, as her sex was very erect and pressing up against the bottom of her giant tits.


Mouth dry, Naruto let his Futanari friend pull him towards her, accepting her needy kiss on his lips and letting her dictate where they went from here. He knew of some of what sex entailed, but he was hopelessly a virgin and he’d never given thought about what would be required for a relationship between two males to work, regardless if one of those males looked convincingly like a Futanari, complete with apparently real breasts.


To prove the thought correct, Hinata urged him to place both his hands onto her giant breasts and massaged the soft flesh. The first contact of his warm flesh on hers caused her to moan into his mouth, pulling away from his lips just to gasp, “More…”


So Naruto let go of restraint and began to gleefully maul at her tits, making her squeak and moan lustfully as he tugged and rolled her flesh while demanding her to continue her addicting kisses. His fingers pinched at the dark nubs at the center of those massive globes, feeling them bead and tighten under his clutch. Soon, Hinata pulled away from the kiss only to push Naruto’s face down to her chest.


“Suck them,” she order, desperately, and Naruto complied with fervor, clamping his lips around Hinata’s right nipple and trying to imitate her earlier actions by sucking heartily at her breasts. The sounds of Hinata gasping and crying out, the feeling of her fingers in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and ears, and the sensation of her cock pulsing with need underneath him was all overriding all his thoughts and reasons. The only concern he had was her, and just how good she made him feel.


She pulled him away from her right teat, the nipple now swollen and red to go with the dark areola, to push him at her left, and he went willingly, desperately clamping his lips around the new offering and suckling heartily.


“More, Naruto, more!” she urged continually, glad as his hands went right on to fondling at her other breast and cock while he nursed on her. This was all better than she had ever dreamed the sensation of finally receiving Naruto’s touch more than she could be, and she loved it. And Naruto was only too quick to give into her requests, prompting her to hug him to her bountiful chest and squeal urgently for his touch.


It was too much…


Hinata pushed him away from her chest, panting for breath. Naruto was panting right along with her, somehow experiencing some level of pleasure just by helping her find hers. And this fact was distracting the Futanari.


They both sat up, naked in the chilly room, alone, horny, and ready to give each other everything that they could. Hinata’s eyes flicked to the bed, hoping.


“Naru-chan…do…d-do you want to…t-to c-continue?” Hinata fidgeted, desperately wanting him to say yes, but knowing it was a lot to finally seal the deal between them. Naruto grinned, drunk now with lust rather than the alcohol that had fled his bloodstream after all their conversation and actions.


Naruto slowly stood, offering his hand to his Futanari friend, and as she accepted, quickly rising, her soft and tantalizing body bouncy with the sudden movement, Naruto spoke to her.


“Of course, Hina-chan,” Naruto agreed, reaching out to her and pressing their bodies together as they kissed. Hinata was good three inches taller than her boyfriend. Hinata murmured prayers and her affections into the kiss, pushing her boyfriend against the bed. He didn’t fight her as she slowly pushed him down to lie on his back, climbing over him to stare lovingly into his eyes.


“I love you,” Hinata professed again, making the man smile. They crawled to the head of the bed, pressing against each other as she continued to murmur her love and devotion into his flesh as she explored his body.


Naruto lay gasping on the bed, euphoric at the attention and the love that she was freely giving him. All his life he’d prayed and wished deeply for someone, anyone to love him, either as family, a friend, or as Hinata did; a lover. Now, Hinata was his and he was Hinata’s. She accepted him, all his oddities and even his curse, and he accepted her, especially since he was only now realizing that she completed him in ways that he had never known he needed to be completed.


And then she pulled his legs up onto her shoulders, raining a hail of kisses and flicks of her tongue across his soft penis, suckling on what Kaguya had left of his male flesh, before dipping down under his now shriveled balls to lap at the crinkled opening of his star.


At the first touch of her tongue on his asshhole, a fire the likes Naruto had never known defused into the rest of his body. As the onset of the curse became known to him, and as his relationship with Hinata had progressed, he’d felt just how his arousal affected that part of his body, and had sometimes given into the compulsion to play with himself in the hopes of ridding himself of his desires. But it had never quite been as intense as this!


Hinata suckled, nipped, tongued, and slurped at the asshole, a fire of her own building in her loins at the erotic cries and gasps of her lover at her attentions. She’d sometimes fantasized in her youth about getting to fuck Naruto this way, but she’d always known that shinobi and men in general didn’t really like anyone playing with their assholes unless they really trusted their lovers. She’d always had confidence issues, especially since Naruto always seemed to favor other Futanaris over her. So she never thought that they’d ever get to the point that he’d find it acceptable to let her have her way with him beyond just being the submissive to Naruto’s dominant. But now, thanks to luck, a curse, and love of all things, she was the dominant and Naruto was the submissive.


The taste of Naruto was surprisingly clean, something that she might have asked about if she wasn’t being driven mad with arousal by the taste of him, the touch of him, and the sound and scent of him writhing in ecstasy underneath her. Sometimes, it felt as if she’d been wishing and hoping that he’d accept her, all of her, for forever now, and the knowledge that she now had him so completely were driving her crazy with the need to sink into him.


“Hina-chaaaannn, stoooooppp! If you d…d-don’t, I’ll…!” Naruto cried his euphoria, the expulsion of which drove all reason out of Hinata’s mind as she began to demandingly and frantically thrust her tongue into the ring of his star. Naruto’s return squeal was the greatest thing she’d ever heard in her fucking life!


Cum, cum, cum for me, you fucking sissy bitch! Hinata screamed in her mind as she continued to tongue fuck his ass,
feeling him beginning to clamp down on her as she tongued him into a completely hands free anal orgasm.


“HINA-CHAN!” Naruto shrieked to the high heavens. Hinata heard his wail, felt his body suddenly lock, his asshole clamping, and immediately withdrew from his ass to suck the head of his flaccid penis into her mouth.


“AH!!” a rush of warmth expelled into her mouth and across her tongue, the taste of which made the heiress groaned in appreciation and close her eyes to savor the taste. Naruto’s seed was better than she could have ever imagined. She’d dreamed of one day tasting it for herself, and now she was finding it hard to imagine ever giving it up for anything.


She gulped and suckled and slathered his soft prick for the next few minutes. He’d cum for half a minute, about twice as much as the ordinary male, and she’d been so completely in love with the taste on first contact that she just sat there for several minutes nursing on his prick as she tried to drink in every single drop.


Eventually, she had to relent. Pulling him from her mouth, she looked up to see him watching her, blushing from his face to his stomach, sweating heavily and panting a storm. She grinned happily and slyly, pleased when he didn’t shy away from kissing her when she raised back up to plant her lips against his. The taste of his mouth after all this that they’d shared between each other was driving her completely insane.


She pressed a kiss to his throat, then to his collarbone, then to his chest and stomach, and finally knelt between his legs.


Looking to her boyfriend pleadingly, Hinata begged, “I really need to fuck you Naru-chan, now.”


Naruto grinned in honest joy, lust, love and trust displayed openly to her as he nodded. “I’m glad you’re so masculine down there, Hinata.” He admitted, making Hinata blush prettily and grin from ear to ear, positively shining with her own happiness.


“Mmmmhhmmm,” Hinata agreed, slapping her cock onto his soft and now tiny package, making her boyfriend jump before letting out an erotic groan. “It makes things so much easier if I’m the man in our relationship now that your cock is useless.” She stuck her tongue out at the boy at his halfhearted glare, and amending, “I’m teasing you. I love you even with the curse, you dummy. I was like to fuck with my cock only and never let anybody fuck me in my pussy.”


Hinata pulled back, lifting the boy’s legs to hang over her shoulders, before wedging the fat head of her cock against his entrance. Naruto twitched at the keen heat, biting his lip as he looked up into his Futanari friend’s eyes with worry.


“Gentle, please?” he requested. Hinata groaned, but gave an accepting nod.


“I’ll…t-try,” Hinata laughed. Naruto bit his lip again and nodded his acceptance.


And then, Hinata was pushing, gently at first, but as Naruto’s hole resisted her attempts to enter she began to push down hard until she was nearly forcing it in. Naruto was crying underneath her, clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes against the pain. Then, with a sudden, loud pop, Hinata managed to force her meaty head into her lover.


Hinata breathed deeply, concentrating on stopping her gut reaction to pound all of it into her boyfriend, but it was a very near thing. It was Naruto’s pained expression that kept her focused; not liking the knowledge that she was hurting her one true love. Naruto’s agonized whimpers were like a knife wound, almost feeling as if she was being physically harmed by them. Despite her lust, Hinata found herself reaching out to brush at his teary eyes while whispering soothingly.


He trembled and wept at the pain, but even so, there was some euphoria to finally having her connected with him. Granted, the act of pushing herself inside his anus was not as either of them envisioned for their first time together, but they were just thankful that they could still express their love despite the problems that had continually confronted them since Hinata had originally confessed to him.


And through the pain, Naruto opened his eyes, to stare transfixed at Hinata’s concerned visage. Such love, affection, devotion and lust was too much for his body to handle, to know the honest to the gods truth that someone finally loved him overriding everything so that Naruto clutched desperately to her even whilst giving an orgasmic cry as he expelled himself onto his own stomach.


Hinata shivered at the cry, worried at the apparently pained filled scream, until she felt the wet splatter of male ejaculation across their stomachs. Naruto’s arms around her neck prevented her from seeing the effects of their copulation, but there could be no doubting that sticky warmth that was firing between their bodies even as her boyfriend continued to wail.


Finally, Naruto spent himself of his newest orgasm, hanging limply from her neck while gazing star struck into her Blue eyes with such utter love and complete devotion that Hinata found herself smiling fondly, before she leaned her face down to indulgently rub the boy’s cheek with her nose.


“Mmm…Naruto, you naughty boy,” Hinata giggled, feeling her boyfriend shudder underneath her as she began whispering erotically into his ear. “Cumming like that, all just from having a stiff she-cock stuffed right up your bum?” she tugged at the lobe, suckling on ruby red flesh as her lover’s blush burned on his face.


“Hina-chan,” Naruto whispered, before crying out again as she slowly pressed down with her hips, pushing another few inches of her shaft into his butthole.


“Don’t worry, no one’s here to watch,” Hinata urged, wanting to see more of those lusty reactions he had to being stuffed by her cock. “You can be as girly as you want. I want you to be girly.”


Naruto avoided her gaze, but his arms were still wrapped around her neck, and she was pressing him nearly in half as she still had his legs hanging on her shoulders. He turned his head, blush on full burn, and bit at his lips in an insecure gesture that was driving reason from Hinata’s mind.


“R-really?” he asked hesitantly. Hinata smiled, pressing her lips to his face again.


“Mmmhhmmm…” Hinata giggled at his squeak as she managed to stuff another few inches into him. “It’s a huge turn on…seeing that you love my cock so much…”


Naruto’s eyes flickered back to her face, eyes half-lidded while whimpering as she forced another couple inches in. Nearly ten inches in and he wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort, good.


“Hina-chan,” he gasped, before Hinata silenced him as she claimed his lips with hers and thrust another few inches in.


Finally, after a couple of minutes of distracting him with her lips and her hands groping at his chest, she finally managed to work her prick balls deep into his anus. Finally filled to full with his Futanari friend’s massive erection, Naruto could do nothing but squeal into her mouth and expel another hearty load between their bodies.


Hinata clenched her eyes shut and grunted into Naruto’s mouth. It was the second time he’d had an orgasm with her inside him, but now, with all of her flesh sheathed in his ass she could feel the full effects of his body clenching with his orgasm. As she was a virgin, she also naturally didn’t have that much staying power. She shuddered against him, pulling out nearly to the head before stuffing herself back inside. She needed to set up a rhythm, because she was determined not to cum until she at least got him off one more time.


Naruto shuddered against her, wriggling as she sunk back into him, head jerking back, eyes clenched tight and teeth clenched as waves of pleasure took his breath away. He was helpless to resist as Hinata began a quick pace, pressing his body into the mattress and fucking him hard. All he could do was hang onto her neck and bite down onto the sheets that covered the bed, hoping that he could survive this.


He’d never given thought to the possibility that anal sex could feel so painful. After Kakashi’s first bell test he’d pretty much figured that his ass was an exit only. Somehow, the way that Hinata was pounding her big cock into his ass was drowning him in a pleasure that exceeded any he’d known from Cumming with his penis.


Neither would know that Kaguya’s curse did more than shrink his cock and balls and make his penis permanently flaccid. It had also deadened the way the nerves in his ass felt pain and heightened the way they felt pleasure. It was the ultimate revenge. Because he’d dared to defy her, his goddess and his grandmother, she made sure that he’d live the rest of his left as a sissy cock addicted slut.


Neither Hinata nor Naruto was aware of this fact, nor would they care if told of this during this moment. All that mattered was the way Hinata felt inside Naruto’s ass or the way Naruto’s ass felt wrapped around Hinata’s cock.


Of course, being virgins meant neither had the stamina to continue for long. Hinata had never had the pleasure of fucking something warm and welcoming with her cock and Naruto had never felt the pleasure of ever orgasming with his ass, so within moments of Naruto’s last hands free anal orgasm, Naruto felt another coming along, and the feeling of Naruto’s body tensing around hers was pushing Hinata to her very limits. Hinata dearly hoped that she could last much longer, and Naruto dearly hoped that he could finally feel Hinata explode inside him.


Gasping for breath, Hinata paused for only a moment before beginning again as she quickly tried to express her problem to her love.


“Naru…I’m…going to c-cum soon…do you want it…o-outside?” she panted for breath, hoping that she could last long enough to get an answer. Almost immediately she felt Naruto’s body tightening even harder around her, as she’d unknowingly helped push Naruto further towards his own release.


“Inside!” he demanded immediately, clenching his arms and legs down on her neck and shoulders, growling through his teeth and glaring up at her, daring her to refute his answer. Hinata grinned viscously, the expression more like a grimace as she immediately began throwing all her weight into her thrusts, determined to give him everything that she had now that he had given her his acceptance.


When it came neither of them were ready, but both wanted it. Hinata fired off a few quick thrusts, before feeling her balls contract and her shaft pulse deep inside her lover. At the same time, Naruto screamed her name, cumming around her cock and bursting another impressive load over their stomachs and chests. His tightening anus milked her shaft with all the demand of slut demented with the addiction for cocks. Hinata pressed him hard into the mattress, growling through clenched teeth as she began firing off her most impressive load to date. The explosion of which was so powerful that they both saw stars in their eyes, clenching and twitching around each other helplessly, uncomprehending of just why everything was just so much better together.


Minutes later, they both relaxed into the now messy and sticky sheets, humming and giggly tiredly while musing with each other’s hair and sharing tender kisses full of love and devotion.


Both Hinata and Naruto snuggled tiredly against each other, whispering quiet expressions of their love while reflecting on their relationship. The exhaustion was kicking in, so that they were beginning to fade from consciousness, when Naruto unknowingly mumbled a question to her.


Hinata smiled happily, leaning over to whisper into his ear. Naruto smiled his own happiness, laying his cheek across her right breast as she stroked her fingers through his sweaty man hair.


Smiling indulgently at her now slumbering boyfriend, Hinata reflected that she’d need to have this conversation with him again in the morning when they were well rested. But she didn’t think he’d disagree with his subconscious proposal. He never went back on his word, after all.


And so, Hinata fell asleep while imagining what the rest of her life would be like with her new fiancé.

Saturday, 6 February 2016

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Wife Dominate and fuck Husband



A young husband finds that his wife is stronger than him, but in a nice way.

The young couple were in bed by ten most nights, and swore they would never go to sleep angry with each other. But this night was different, Dinesh was adamant he had been wronged and was not about to start any intimacy until
Shardha apologized. He lay with his back to his young wife and tried to sleep, their vow to always make up forgotten.

Shardha knew he was upset but still believed she was right, and wanted to make up. She reached a hand out to him and pulled his arm, but he resisted and would not turn over. She took a firmer grip of his slim right arm and pulled more insistently, her heart leaping slightly as he rolled towards her.
Deciding that she would need to start things herself she slipped her right leg across and pressed it between his thighs, pressing against his still flaccid member. Shifting her upper body over him she pressed her large breasts (40 DD) against his slim chest (36), knowing that he loved the feel of them.

Dinesh was not ready to make up and moved his hands to push her off him, if they were to make love it would be when he was ready, and not before. He was puzzled to say the least when he found that he couldn't shift her, nor stop her advancing further.

He was a Quality Control Manager at a local manufacturing firm who cycled to Work most days and thought himself fit and healthy. Always stating that he was 5' 7", he was actually nearer 5'6", and weighed in at a trim 58 Kg. His wife claimed to be 5'8", but was almost an inch taller making her even taller than him. She was also active and worked in Quality Control at a small meat packaging plant nearby. She walked the three miles to work most days and didn't carry much excess weight on her curvy frame. Although she didn't like to admit it, she was almost 20 kg heavier than her husband, due to her more solid build.

As her husband started to caress her shoulders she nuzzled into his neck and slipped her right arm under his left and beneath his shoulders, pulling herself completely on top of him. Her breasts pillowed out between them and his right leg pressed between her thighs insistently. She gripped his right arm and pressed it to the bed while swinging her leg up and over his so that she could press herself against his manhood, both her legs between his now and nudging them gently but firmly apart. She moaned softly as he swelled against her, clearly aroused now and moving sensuously beneath her. Releasing his arm she reached down and gripped his firm small ass, shifting him slightly so that they were poised ready for her next move. She was now aroused herself, more than ever before, the gentle rubbing against him stimulating her so that she was almost ready even before he penetrated her.

Dinesh was frantic; despite his best efforts to prevent her, his wife had shifted his body into position beneath hers and taken what he thought of as the man's, HIS, position above him. His legs were wide apart while her legs were between him. All his squirming and heaving had left him breathless and helpless; nothing he did seem to have an effect on her. Her thick thighs were pressing his own apart even more as she pressed herself against him. His arousal was entirely against his will, and yet....

Shardha tightened her arm around his shoulders and slipped a hand between their heaving lower bodies to take him in hand and position him ready for her to fuck him. She teased the end of his penis around her moist hairy pussy and carefully slipped the tip into herself. Letting out a slight squeal of pleasure she pushed down, taking him slowly deep inside of her. Already on the verge she lifted her hips and thrust with more force, his gasp was even louder than her own and she repeated the move with more force again. In seconds she was coming, thrusting with short powerful moves until she moaned loudly and pushed down hard, not moving except for small shudders.

Dinesh was now heaving with all his strength to shift his wife to her normal position beneath him and take control, if they were going to do this he would need to be on top. With Shardha's powerful thighs pinning his to the bed he could not use his legs to turn her and was only able to use his upper body strength.
She seemed to weigh a ton, her arms were thicker than he remembered, and her shoulders and back wider. When the shudder from her orgasm came he felt the arm around his shoulders tighten almost painfully. His hand at the time was gripping her upper arm in an attempt to shift her and he froze as he felt the already large limb grow beneath his hand.

Shardha's orgasm ended but she wanted more, and she wanted Dinesh to enjoy one too. She began slowly moving her hips up and down with a slight circular movement that really seemed to be causing Dinesh pleasure; his cock seemed to be growing even harder inside her. His hands seemed to be pushing at her as though he wanted her to slow down, or move in some different way, but she loved the way this felt and decided to continue. His way of making love had always been enjoyable, but not like this, she was liking this way better and was not about to stop.

Dinesh was more aroused than he could ever remember, and was not sure why as he struggled to take over proceedings. His wife grabbed him by the wrists and simply moved his arms away from her and suddenly he was pinned and unable to move as she slowly pumped her hips up and down. She moved his arms so that both his wrists were above his head and then began to move her chest as well, the big breasts rubbing sensuously over him. Desperate to take some sort of control he put everything into a final effort to break free.

Not only was Shardha enjoying this new position, but she could tell from the sobs and heaving of her husband that he was really enjoying it too. Clearly her taking the initiative had turned him on; she had never felt him so hard inside her. As she moved his arms easily over his head she wondered if that was part of it; did he like her being in control? Clearly he had not done much to prevent it.
Without stopping the slow thrusts of her hips she placed both his wrists in one hand and slipped her other behind on his chest and start crashing his chest like a man do to his wife.

"Like this, huh?" she breathed softly, smiling as he pretended to struggle beneath her. "Like me to be on top, do you?" she asked breathily as she gave him a hard thrust with her hips, only to slow down slightly and start with the circular motion again. She smiled as each downward thrust caused a gasp to escape from his lips, and she slammed down hard and was rewarded with an audible noise more like shock.

Aroused beyond belief, Dinesh was in shock. His young, normally demure wife had him pinned helplessly on the bed while she slowly brought him to climax, her strong body clearly easily able to overpower his. He stopped heaving with his arms as it was only straining his shoulders and looked into Shardha's eyes. She looked radiant as she increased the pace of her thrusting hips, watching him for the signs of his impending orgasm, wishing to time her second with it. Releasing his hands as the inevitable approached she shifted her right arm back around his chest to cradle his nipples while her left reached down to caress his firm buttock and thigh. Sensing that he was close now she started to pump in earnest, until she felt his body tense up, and then she thrust hard. Almost lifting completely off him she drove down again and again, bringing herself to orgasm even as he shot deep inside her. Such was the pleasure that she barely noticed his hands as they roamed across her shoulders and along her arms.

She lifted herself slightly, resting on her right elbow and smiled down at him.
"Wow, that was fantastic," she said, beaming a big smile at him. "Hope you didn't mind me being on top this time, but it just felt so good I didn't want to move anywhere else."

"No, you can do that whenever you want."

She thought she could hear something in his voice, but could not quite place it.
She reached up with her left hand to brush her hair over her right shoulder, and then she noticed his hand on her biceps. The position caused it to flex and he was silently feeling the big roundness of her considerably large bicep. It was swelling like a big man’s.

"I do seem to have grown somewhat since I took on this new position at work." It was almost an apology, she had noticed that she seemed to be getting heavier but not in the places she would expect. She spent six hours a day lifting sealed meat packages to visually inspect before delivery. "Nothing could replace the human eye", her boss had told her when explaining the importance of her new job. And when, after only three weeks, she had complained of backache, a physio was there the next day to teach her lifting posture and exercises to ease stress from standing all day. And two weeks later she had a new job title and a pay rise as well as a bigger appetite. Lifting packages weighing up to 30 Kg all day made her hungry, as well as noticeably bigger in the shoulders and arms.

"Do you think I should change my job? Am I starting to look.....well..... Too big?" She bit her lip as she waited for the answer, she didn't know if he would be upset that she was ballooning up so much. "They get bigger," she said as she lowered and raised her clenched fist a few times, watching his face. He inhaled slowly as the bicep beneath his hand grew even bigger with each flex. "I used to struggle with all the lifting but I hardly notice it now. I guess I'm a bit stronger than I used to be." She paused as she felt his recently depleted cock growing inside her again. "Do you mind that?"

The question was almost redundant as he continued to feel the thick arm, and just to be sure she lowered herself gently on top of him and raised her right arm in the same pose, pumping it quickly up to the same size.

"No, I don't mind. You just made me come harder than I ever have before, and I'm getting aroused again just by feeling these arms of yours. Like I said, you can do that to me whenever you want. And I mean that you literally can do that, whenever you want whether I want to or not, whether I try to stop you or not. I tried to stop you earlier and you hardly noticed, you just took control, did what you wanted."

"Oh, Dinesh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you wanted me to stop. I.."

"No! The best sex EVER! You were so powerful; you are so powerful that I couldn't make any difference at all. And did I mention that I came harder than ever before?
Seriously, you CAN do that to me anytime YOU want to. And if I try to stop you just ignore me, hold me down and fuck me till you're done. Nothing has ever turned me as much as you just now, taking me against all my best efforts to stop you."

"Really? You were trying your hardest to stop me? It didn't seem like you were trying that hard at all. I had both of your arms down with just one of mine.....
And you were trying to get free? To stop me?"

"Yes, really. I don't know who was strongest before you took this job, but there’s no question at all now. If you want sex with me, you can just put me in whatever position you want me and fuck me. I will struggle; try my best to stop you, but not because I want you to stop, because I know you are much stronger than me. Holy shit, Shardha, it’s only been two minutes and I'm hard as stone again."

She took his wrists and pinned his arms either side of his shoulders while nudging his legs even further apart than before. She ground herself against him before rising up and thrusting back down, noticing with delight that he was indeed, really hard again. This time she was less gentle, when she came down on him it was with considerable force on his hips and groin, making a slapping sound. His legs spread wider and she hammered down, relishing the power she had over him.

She released his wrists and slipped her arms around his slim upper body, supporting herself and hugging him tightly to her as she slowly but firmly pumped her hips. He lasted longer this time but she did not tire, reveling in the feel of his hands on her strong body. She tightened her arms as she felt his hands on them, teased him by lifting almost completely off him then surging down again. She loved being on top, it was such a thrill for her.

She came twice more before she felt his body tense, ready to burst again, and when she felt his hands on her buttocks, trying to force her down onto him she clenched them tightly, hardening them so that he could feel the power there. This also caused her to grip him tightly within her, and she sensed his orgasm backing off. She moved slowly again, then increased her speed until he was gasping with each thrust, only to stop and lock him tightly once more.

Finally she could feel another orgasm rising within her and she pumped him harder and faster until they both came together. She mashed her lips onto his as she held him tightly in her arms as they both shuddered with pleasure.
 
Original story From : http://thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc31/gentlestrength01.txt
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Gentle strength Chapter 1
by Mez261uk

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Masculine more than me

Lunch break without lunch was just a temporary, but ultimately unfulfilled, respite from another slog at the office. I hung my head over my mistake so much that my peers were quick to notice.

"Neil, we were gonna go out and get some subs. You wanna get some too?" Daniel was a co-worker, tall, lanky and clearly enjoying working at a DMV. Nobody got more excited by the rules of the road and filling things out in triplicate. With him was Turan, the man from Istanbul (not Constantinople), who took to his new country well.

With no better option, I shrugging accepted. "Yeah, forgot my lunch. Might as well."

A rare thing happened while on the way out however, a gorgeous woman entered the building, lighting the drab and dull building up like a fireworks display. Contrary to what people may think, beautiful people are exempt from the law of needing a driver's license, or at least never go to the DMV. Even more unexpected, the woman, a blonde wearing a low-cut sundress carrying a bag, bounded over to the three of us.

"Hi honey!" The woman said. "You didn't have lunch yet, did you?"

Turan and Daniel were confused, turning to each other with eyebrows raised, only for them to both turn to me with synchronized surprise when I responded.

"No, we were just gonna go out." I looked down at the bag she was carrying, recognizing it. "Ah, you brought my lunch."

"Y-your lunch...?" Daniel stuttered, his eyes darting between the lunch in her bag, me, her and her breasts. The disbelief on his face could have shattered mountains if it had physical force.

With a small bounce in her step (and chest), she held out the bag in front of her,offering my forgotten lunch. "It's a good thing I caught you then, otherwise the love I put into this would have been wasted fuzzy bear." She gave a girly wink, complete with a not to the side and a smile.

Turan raised an eyebrow."What is this fuzzy bear...?"

Our hands touched when I accepted her lunch, they lingered with me ending up with me stroking the finger before slipping the bag handle from her . She responded with a kiss, pulling my face down with a gentle tug on my tie. She whispered into my ear.

"You have got to be kidding me, man." Daniel was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get something out of them.

Only able to process what he was seeing in silence, Turan struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Surely, he could have chalked this up to a culture shock, something normal of America that he hadn't seen yet, but given Daniel's reaction, he was only left confused.

It was with slight hesitation that I pulled way from her kiss and whisper. "Thanks Amelia. Sorry I had to make you come out here just because I forgot."

Amelia smiled, dismissing the concern with a brush of her hand. "No no, I was going to go to the grocery store today anyway, and it's on the way."

"Well, I'll see you at home." I waved as she turned around, bounding away just the same as she came in. The long dress flitted to and fro as she went out the door. Being a surprisingly windy day, a gust of wind pushed the hem of her dress, revealing a flash of her legs.

"What the fuck was that?" Daniel exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearly flustered enough to forget some of the precious rules and regulations of the DMV. His arm gestured at the door with a broad swipe. "THAT'S your girlfriend!" People waiting in the uncomfortable chairs turned from staring at the display of the number being served.

Taken by surprise, I took a step back, as Daniel continued to flail his arm toward the door in his incoherent rage. "W-what is so odd about that?"

"But you?!" Daniel swung his arm toward me, nearly knocking my face with his hand with his long reach. "Having a girl like that!?"

Words and coherency came slightly easier to Turan. "Did you suddenly get a lot of money?" He looked over me me like a merchant appraising a good. "Neil doesn't look that great, and so clearly you haven't been going on shopping sprees."

With someone finally saying something that explained his incoherent confusion, Daniel again piped up. "I know!" His hand swung toward the door. "That was just so...DAMN!" Swinging back to me, I barely managed to dodge a backhand. "Neil, what do you do to get that sort a girl?"

"Maybe he is...how do you say it?" Turan made a gesture with his hands, initially small, but spreading them wider and wider.

"Of course!" The resounding sound of a slap to a forehead echoed in the DMV and people were entranced by the scene Daniel was making. "Maybe he's just been holding back all this time!" His voice went from somewhat loud to inappropriately loud. "You're gonna have to share some secrets on how to get a bangin' chick like that."

"Stop it." I said with a hushed voice, partly because I didn't want to continue to draw attention of the whole room, but also because of the piercing nature of the harsh whisper. "I just met her in a grocery store, had a conversation...and well..." I shrugged, I would have added a 'yadda yadda yadda' if this was Seinfeld or New York.

"It must be amazing conversation." Turan noted.

Stopped in his tracks by my whisper, Daniel seemed to notice how loud and animated he was getting and was reminded of the rules and etiquette of the DMV. He was much, much quieter when he continued. "Well, with a girlfriend that looked like that, and that made me lunch, I couldn't help but worry." Then Daniel hit me with one of those armor-piercing questions: "Don't you worry about her getting swooped up by someone...y'know, with money or that doesn't have a gut?"

It's easy to think you can just deflect these questions with an easy 'She loves me', but such responses are often denial or desperate. I didn't have the money with my job to buy her all the nice things she could want, and I didn't have a body that screamed 'Olympian', but rather more 'jog every once in a while'. It's never possible to tell when doubt has been planted, but it always sprouts with a bang.

* * *

Slightly more worn out from usual, the argument with Turan and Daniel the likely cause, I entered the kitchen with a little less enthusiasm than usual. Amelia was in an odd duality of outfit, yoga pants and sports bra with an apron. Her long, wavy blonde hair was up in a ponytail, a leftover from her workout. Given the slight glistening in the kitchen light as she moved, she still had a bit of sweat.

I came up behind Amelia, and watched her cutting up some butternut squash. She brushed some of the orange cubes into a plastic bag, most likely preparing it for freezing. Maybe she was preparing to make some risotto for the future.

Her cooking was always something I looked forward too. Even beyond the depressing nature of a lunch break without a lunch, I felt like I was was missing something besides a full stomach. Through the toughest slogs at the office, just as stressful to employees as customers, a reminder of what you are working for can make the unbearable tolerable. A spoonful of hot food made by Amelia could make stress melt away.

Even the salad she had made for me for lunch was enough to cool me off after the argument with the guys.

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug from behind. Her hair tickled my nose, as did the faint smell of sweat and fresh squash. "Hi Amelia." I ran my fingers across her stomach, feeling the movement of her breath, and the taut abdomen muscle, trained through yoga.

"You know not to surprise and hug me from behind when I'm holding a knife?" Amelia waved the knife, shining in the light before chopping the last few pieces of squash. She most likely smiled, somewhat amused by joke, pleased with the attention that she's getting from me. She shifted her body back and forth slightly, settling herself into my arms and body. "Welcome home fuzzy bear."

"Fuzzy bear? That was a pretty cute one. But the guys made fun of me for it."

She laughed, a tiny one for a quiet little amusement. "Well, I have my fun." Placing the knife on the table, and sealing the bag of butternut squash cubes, she then turned around in my arms, looking up at me. "But hopefully the guys didn't tease you too much." Her hazel eyes looked up into mine.

"They teased me, but the lunch you made helped." I then added another bit, trying to draw a little sympathy. "It-it still hurts a little."

"Did the extra special dressing I put on the salad at least help make it a little better?" She moved her arms up, draping them around my neck. Amelia pulled herself a little closer to me, her body pressing up against me. Each breath from her moved her breasts up and down my chest.

I nodded. "Yeah, as soon as you whispered to me that you put in some extra love in the lunch, I knew it was going to be all right then." Her special dressing was really thin, and it had a really slimy consistency, but it was the purest form of her love. I wouldn't let anyone else ever have a taste. "It's really the best."

"You know Neil," Amelia said, stirring in my arms, and smiling a dirty smile "that's really sweet of you to say. It has some..." her eyes moved downward, leading mine to look down underneath the apron and sports bra. She parted her legs slightly, allowing one of mine to get in between the gap. "...effects on me." Between her thighs was something pushing and begging for some space and air from within her yoga pants.

Even though the day wore me out a bit, my girlfriend's naughty requests were always something that I found energy for. She herself was a source of energy for me. "I suppose if my girl wants it, she gets it."

"Suppose?" She raised an eyebrow.

"If my girl wants it, she gets it." I corrected myself, spoiling her was never a bad idea. Ceasing my embrace, I kneeled down on the floor. Even as the apron still hung around her neck obscuring it, I could tell she was aroused and yearning for some release and affection. I reached out, running my leg along the inside of her thigh, her dick was hard to the touch.

Our first time was something especially awkward. While I was entirely unsuspecting of her having a dick, she was entirely unsuspecting of a guy that was willing to try her fantasies after only a little explanation, coaxing and a fluttering of eyelashes. That night, when we first had sex, I let her push me down onto the bed. In a perverse twist, she had done me like I had wanted to do to her. She had wrapped her arms around me like I wanted to do to her. I wrapped my legs around her like I wanted her to do. I was thrust into gently as I wanted to do to her. I curled my toes with pleasure like I had wanted her to do. Only the kiss at the end was the same as I had imagined.

The apron fell to the floor, and the erection was only imprisoned within her yoga pants for a moment as she pulled them down as well. Her dick, well beyond the size of my own, jutted from her flat stomach like a skyscraper on a flat plain.

"After hearing about you liking the special dressing I put in your salad, I figured you would want some more...straight from the tap." One of her hands was stroking her dick, even through it was already fully erect from grinding against me and my sweet words, she was pumping a little more precum out and rubbing it along her shaft. Along with a little bit of the sweat from earlier, only made the shaft glisten and look more succulent. Her other hand was on the back of my head.

"Amelia, can I at least change out of my clothes?"

"Don't ruin the mood. I'm doing laundry tomorrow." Without a chance for rebuttal, she pulled her hand forward, pressing my head into the head of her dick. She cooed pleasingly as she entered the warm confines of my mouth, and squirmed as I did more than passively take it.

The salty taste of the sweat from earlier with the slimy texture of the precum would make it seem like it was an unpleasant taste, but it was Amelia's taste, it couldn't be unpleasant. She did not let me tease and toy with her, but rather took matters into her own hands, pumping her hips to and fro, in and out of my mouth. Her pace was slow, savoring the tight ring of lip and the careful, practiced tongue that was running along her flesh.

The hand holding my head stead caressed my hair. "Mmm..." Amelia squirmed a little as she moaned, her hips never losing its slow, methodical rhythm. "You're the best at this Neil..." When she got aroused and pleased like this, her voice would almost turn into a squeak, matching her squirming. "I want to go deeper inside you, is that okay?"

My mouth stuff full of her cock, my affirmative response came out as a muffled 'Sure'. I tried to relax myself, suppress my gag reflex and opened my mouth wide. With the normal blowjob, I could only get most of her dick inside of my mouth. It was only through deepthroat that I could accept all of her into me. It was somewhat ironic, only by making myself vulnerable was I able to accept all of her uniqueness. Sliding deeper inside me, more and more of her cock was able to fit into my mouth, pushing into my throat.

She leaned forward, nudging my head back slightly, making it easier. Even beyond making it easier to slide herself down my esophagus, she was hungering, lusting for that release, for more attention from me. "Please please please take it all!" Her body had curled forward nearly in a half-circle, her hands holding the back of my head, gently pulling it closer to her hips.

Strained, but not beyond something I haven't done before, I finally took in her dick to the hilt. My nose was buried for a moment in her thin bush of pubic hair, drinking the scent of feminine allure and the musk of masculine arousal. As quick as I was pushed into it, she withdrew, sliding part of her cock out of my throat and pushing it back in. Her previously rhythmic and gentle pace was starting to become more desperate and random, never getting really rough or painful, but giving her more frantic hips, her quivering legs and louder pants from above me, she was getting close.

"It's coming, it's coming..." Amelia kept repeating the phrase, a mantra, or it was the only thing consuming her thoughts at the time. Her hands loosened their grip on my head, stroking my hair lovingly.

Her loosened grip was enough to let me pull back and get her dick out of my mouth. I gasped for a moment, taking in all the fresh air that was so limited a moment ago and dived back into pleasing my girlfriend. My tongue ran up and down her long cock, already twitching and beginning to orgasm. As my ministration continued, her legs buckled and she let out a cute groan. Her special dressing, her semen, was shot out of her cock, making a mess primarily on my face. My tongue did not stop, lapping up the semen that was dribbling down the shaft, trying to coax more and more out of it.

Spent, Amelia sank down on her knees with me, panting as she came down from orgasmic high. Like an dog, her tongue started to lap up the fluid on my face. Although competed with her by running a finger along my face, scooping up the semen and tasting it like a chef tastes the sauce. When my face was clean, we kissed. She pushed the semen she didn't swallow into my mouth.

"Did you like the sauce?" She said, still panting.

I was not in much different shape, panting as well, albeit for a different reason. "Well, yeah, of course." One more pant passed. "But I thought you were calling it a special dressing?"

"Context...dependent." She said in-between pants. Beyond the flub in terminology, she continued. "Thanks for that. I know you just got off work, so I'm grateful for the attention."

My eyes went downward, back toward her cock, hers had followed mine. She was still ready for round two. "Amelia...?"

"No, it's all right. I know you're tired." She smile weakly. "I can just let it pass, or go vent with the internet."

Any exhaustion in my bones was purged in a blazing inferno of lust, passion and jealousy at her suggestion. My girlfriend getting off to someone else, even porn stars, was beyond unacceptable. It was unthinkable, uncondonable if I had any say. With a big deep breath, I steeled myself for what was going to happen, and picked her up in a princess carry.

"W-what are you doing Neil!?" Amelia flailed weakly in my arms, resisting, but not resisting at the same time. Even her exclamation was half serious protestation, half laughing.

I was no bodybuilder, so I struggled slightly as I made my way to the bedroom, fortunately only down a hall. "I'm the only one that's gonna satisfy you! There is no letting it pass or getting off to someone else!" I yelled perhaps a bit too loud for the evening, but I didn't care.

Amelia's half-hearted struggling stopped, as she became quiet and docile. Her arms wrapped around my neck, accepting my carry and curling tighter around me. She smiled softly. "You're an big idiot you know." The tone of her voice was soft, meek and as insincere as hell.

"Yeah, I'm a big idiot." I crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. Contrary to what may have been ideal, there was no rose petals on the bed, candles or music playing. I was tired from work and probably looked like a mess, Amelia was still sweaty from her workout and hardly wearing anything lacy or erotic, and her hair was still in her lazy workout ponytail. It was under these unideal and pathetic circumstances and atmosphere that I laid Amelia on the bed.

She watched as I stripped. Her smile faded somewhat when she saw I was as aroused and erect as she was. My dick was smaller, but her endowment was definitely beyond the ordinary, even if a women usually had cocks. "You know, you can..." Amelia trailed off.

Amelia liked to be on top, she liked to take the dominant role, she liked to be the one that penetrated. I knew that it was source of unease for her, taking a man like she always does and not being very interested in letting him a man take her like he would want. Even the first time they had sex, she was the one who took the lead and pushed herself inside of me.

"Nah, it's all right." I said as I removed my underpants, leaving the tie and shirt on (albeit unbuttoned). "I said I was the only one who was gonna satisfy you, I'm gonna satisfy the fuck outta you." I knew what she liked, and I wouldn't have stayed with her if I didn't enjoy it at least a little. Being embraced from behind, with her big C cups on my back, her inside me and her pleased moans in my ears is something that few people can ever enjoy, and I relish it. "How do you want to do it, er, me?"

I had asked her when she was taking of her sports bra, leaving her naked and thinking. Amelia moved on the bed, shifting toward the edge of the bed, swinging her legs off the edge. "Well, if you w-want..." She was unusually shy, her head looking down, eyes the same. "I-I want to see your face."

I suppose role reversal was just what we did in the bedroom. After a few moments of deliberation and discussion, I was on my back, legs in the air like a woman. Amelia was holding herself atop of me, ready to push her dick inside me like a man. Except that I was no woman and Amelia was no man. It was a strange relationship that was a a reversal and the norm at the same time.

She hesitated, and I acted instead. My legs wrapped around her hips, and pulled them forward. "C'mon Amelia, let's do this." Her dick pushed inside me without much resistance. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her face, clearly enjoying being inside me. I couldn't help but smile.

Her hips started to move. Unlike with the blowjob, there was not quite so much of a slow rhythm or gentle thrust, but more inconsistent pace and power. Given the flushed face and moans, she was enjoying it.

I couldn't hide my enjoyment as well, as I'm sure she could feel, my cock was throbbing against her stomach, precum smearing onto her. Even if it was an unorthodox pleasure for a man, her cock inside of my ass was hitting at just the right spots, spreading just enough to make it pleasurable. Her hips pushed my ass upward, changing the angle and rubbing up against my prostrate.

 Even thought she was enjoying it, she wasn't smiling.

"I really love it when you do this to me Amelia." Moans came from my mouth as I spoke.

Her hips continued their inconsistent movement, but slowly started to be a little more consistent.

"I want this." My hand reached up and finger digging into her blonde hair. "Give me what I want." Pulling her face toward me, I kissed her. In-between kisses, I continued. "I don't care how I get it, but I want you." My tongue went back in her, playing with each other for a moment. "Amelia, you are always what I want."

"I-I love you..." Amelia said as her hips found their rhythm and started giving me a passionate, powerful thrusts inside me. As she pulled away, focusing on her hips and the tight confines that her cock was within. She was smiling.

As her cock was pounding me into a mental haze, my hand withdrew from her hair and ran along her face. Her sweat and tears were wiped away from my hand. "There we go..." I said in a long moan, "give it to me like you really mean it." The repeated massage her long dick was giving my prostrate was having an effect, creating a slippery mess of precum on our stomachs. The slippery surface between our stomachs stroked my cock almost as good as a handjob.

"Does it feel good?" Her voice was staccato, each word said with each thrust.

I could only say one thing in response. "Yeah, it feels amazing."

She continued to smile, her face also showing that she was also on a trip to orgasmic high, sharing the same pleasurable haze as I was. "Do-do you want it inside...?"

Actions speak louder than words, and I learned a little from Amelia: I tightened my legs around Amelia's hips, preventing her from withdrawing, preventing her from doing anything but cumming inside of me. "What do you think?"

With no other option, she bottomed out inside of me, her cock as deep inside me as it could go. Her arms dug under the bed, wrapping around me and held me tight. Her breasts were tightly pressed against me, rubbing against me with the minute movements that I allowed her. Her taut, flat stomach muscles rubbed against my cock, massaging it and bringing it to the brink of orgasm, as if the prostate pounding and anal stimulation wasn't enough already.

Her head fell, coming down besides me, biting the sheets and moaning into the mattress. My arms embraced her as I kissed her neck. "I love you Amelia." As I felt the hot jizz filling me, I came, the anal stimulation and ab-job pushed me over the limit.

After the last drops of semen were wringed from her cock by me, she pulled out. The hot fluid seeped from my hole and onto the bed. She sank onto me, but it was only momentary, before she slid off of me to the side. Amelia, even after she fucked me hard, fast and passionately, would curl up beside me. One hand would rest on my chest, the other curled up around my arm, our legs entwined.

This Amelia always made me smile. Even though she took the lead in bed, when it was all over, she was just as much of a cute girl as anyone could be.

"You know." Amelia was still panting, and I could feel from her clinging to my arm that her heart was still racing. "You try and spoil me a lot..."

Spoiling her was the only way I knew how to deal with her. The guys were right, she was totally out of my league. I was just a normal guy with a shit job, a bit of a gut and willingness to get fucked by a girl. She was gorgeous and amazing. If I didn't do everything to indulge her, keep her happy, she'd run off with someone else. I thank God that she hasn't found someone with a lot of money yet.

She shifted, turning her head more into the pillow than looking at me. Bashful was not a normal Amelia. "I worry sometimes." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and she took her time trying to find the right words. "I worry about you."

Given the tone, timing and tempo of her speaking right now, this was a serious pillow talk. This was no coy flirting. Nor was it an angry serious talk, which usually involved her waiting for me to come home, a vein pulsing on her forehead and foot tapping while she waited by the door.

"You spoil me so much. I think of other girls that are..." Her trailing off was telling "it makes think if I'm...worthy of it..."

"Am I too good for you?" I said, breaking her monologue.

She said nothing, but squirmed a little in her spot.

Though Amelia isn't really interested in getting fucked like a normal girl, she's not much different from a normal girl otherwise. In the bedroom though, she has to put a man through something as humiliating as getting fucked to really enjoy herself. Maybe she thinks that's something no man would want. Maybe she thinks because she's not like other girls because she's got something extra means she's not as good as them. Since I sucked her off so willingly, and turned down the opportunity to fuck her, maybe she thinks I'm doing unpleasant things for her.

I don't know what she was thinking, but I couldn't help but laugh at her insinuation. "We're both too good for the other." I slid one arm under the pillow her face was on, and tried to nudge her from hiding in it. I wanted her to look at me for this. "The 'Fuzzy Bear' wasn't the reason the guys were making fun of me, it was because they thought you were too good for me. I suppose I believed it a little deep down." I turned to her, who didn't have her head buried in the pillow. "Do you like it when I spoil you?"

"Yeah." Amelia choked up a little, having sobbed a little in the pillow.

"I like spoiling you." I turned on my side, facing her.

"You're too good for me." She repeated her concern, although she didn't sound as concerned about it.

"And you're too good for me." I repeated my own concern. "I suppose the only reason we stay together is because we don't want to let go of the prize we stumbled upon."

We laughed.