Acceptance

"Let me um... help you with that...." I was just looking at her for a minute, until my eyes darted down and saw the still semi-erect member between her legs.

"You don't... have to-" Her eyes were wide as she stopped my hand right before it met her cock.

"I don't... mind" I smirked as I noticed my own callback, accidental as it was, and felt her let go of my wrist.

I could tell she was staring at me, staring at my hand as it came into contact with her manhood, and I wondered for a second if maybe this was also her first time doing this.

The heat was the first thing I noticed, after that came the softness of her skin and as my hand tried to wrap around, the hardness.

She was much more verbal from the start, even if it were just small sighs and moans as I began moving my hand across her huge dick.

"Wait, " I heard her say and stopped. Belle aimed for a second before letting the spit in her mouth drop onto the base of her shaft. "ok, keep going."

I tried to spread the makeshift lubricant evenly, adding a second hand as I saw some of the liquid slide down to her balls. I caught it and added it to the generous amount of skin that had to be covered.

Belle at some point switched from her kneeling position and sat back against the headboard again, making me bend over a little more to keep a comfortable posture and my hands in touch with her prick. I was stroking it kind of clumsily, not being used to such a big dick.

"I never thought this would actually happen, mmh, I mean I've imagined something similar, but ahhh this is so much better." Her voice rang out and mixed with the lewd sounds my hands were making as it glided along the huge member, making me double my efforts.

I didn't know I had it in me, but I was hard again. The view, the feeling, the sound, everything came together to create the hottest experience I've ever witnessed. Whenever she flexed, it felt like I had to wrestle a boa it was so powerful. And even though she added some spit to lubricate her dick earlier, the amount of precum she produced was easily enough to make her whole cock shine. Every few strokes another big drop appeared, aiding me in jerking her off.

The huge veins that ran along the surface made it look mean and rugged, while her skin was soft and flawless.

At some point her breaths increased in frequency and intensity, along with the spasms her cock had, and I knew she was getting close. The signs of her incoming orgasm were similar to mine, although much more powerful.

"Ugh keep going, James... I'm gonna- " She warned me and after thrusting into my hand a final time, "CUM..." shot her first rope.

I could feel it going through her length, until it shot out with **** I've never been able to replicate, flying through the air and arching down right before the bed ended with an audible thud.

A second one equally as big as the first followed, and a third and so on.

They all had a similar trajectory, drawing an almost perfect line from between her legs and ending where the mattress did, the thick baby batter easily visible on the dark-blue sheets.

"Whoo I needed that" Belle said with a chuckle, bringing me back to reality. I hadn't noticed, but my face was really close to her cock, kneeling down and hovering next to her so I could jerk her off more easily. My hands were still clinging to it, wringing every last drop out of her up until now.

"I'm gonna take a nap, thanks by the way" I froze as she slipped out of my hands, got up, put her skirt on and left, closing the door behind her.

The TV was still playing the porn Belle put on and suddenly cut out displaying a connection error as I heard her door close and I was left alone with my thoughts.

My fingers were almost completely drenched, though not as drenched as the bedding was. The smell was intense and along with me still being horny, I brought my fingers close to my mouth, stuck my tongue out and licked some of the cum off.

It was still warm and despite knowing I should detest it, I didn't. I once tried my own ejaculate and absolutely hated it, I still remember how watery and bitter it was. Belle's on the other hand was different; thick, salty and sweet. Those are the only words I know to describe it.

I ended up licking my whole hand clean and wished there was more, I briefly thought about also mopping up the rest that was on the sheets, but got cold feed.

Instead I did laundry and tried to distract myself with other mundane stuff, eventually finishing an assignment and making lunch.

Tyler texted about coming home late and Derek said he won't be until tomorrow, so I ate alone and brushed my teeth afterwards. I didn't make that much, but there was still some left over that Belle could have.

Making my way over to her room, I knocked gently and, after hearing no answer for a few seconds, peeked my head in.

Just as I suspected. She was still asleep, changed into a hoodie and shorts, and knowing she wouldn't want to sleep all the way into the evening, I tried to wake her up.

I noticed that calling out her name didn't do anything and was about to gently shake her awake, when I had a funny idea.

I went out as quietly as I could, got a plate of the food I made and just as quietly returned.

I closed the distance to her bed and, bending down a little, held the plate of food close to her face, making sure it wouldn't fall down or drop on her if she made a sudden move or anything like that.

It took a moment, but after she took a deep breath again, her brows furrowed, followed by another breath, thus starting the process of rousing awake.

"Hey, I tried to wake you up, but it didn't work. I made lunch, you want some?" She was a little confused as she got her bearings and saw first the plate, then myself, so I explained what was going on.

"Oh my gosh, you're the best" She was still very sleepy, yawning while sitting up to take the plate from me.

I noticed her bulge instantly now, unlike the days prior where I had to catch glances at her and only rarely got to see something that resembled an outline through her pants. Maybe it was because she just woke up, or maybe she lowered her guard because we jerked off together, I didn't really care as long as I got to see that thing.

"Oh, I should get you a fork maybe, I forgot" I startled her as I got up and dashed towards the kitchen.

"Can you get me some water too?" I heard her holler and yelled back an okay from the kitchen, pouring some cold bottled water into a glass and returning to her room with the items in hand.

"Thanks," She gave me an appreciative nod and began to chow down after I placed the glass on her nightstand and handed her the cutlery.

"Yea, no problem" Glad that I could be helpful I turned around to leave, but stopped midway when I heard her clear her throat.

"mh wait, lets hang out" She motioned beside her with her right hand and I sat down.

She was happily munching away, holding the plate fairly close to her mouth with one hand, so she didn't have to bend down to try not making a mess, while I sat there awkwardly, my hands clasped together on my thighs and, as was obligatory for me lately, fishing for glimpses at her nether region. I swear she was starting to grow harder too, every time I looked, the head would be closer to her knee.

At some point, right after I watched her adjust her shorts, I looked up to see her staring at me, making me turn away.

"I didn't know you swung that way" She stated plainly and returned to eating.

"I- I'm not... gay" I replied instinctively.

"I didn't say you were" She said, taking a sip, before continuing, "Y'know I'm not dumb, I see the way you're looking at me. At this." I peered down again while she drank and I thought she wasn't paying attention, and saw her flexing her dick through her shorts, emphasizing her last two words and making the fabric bend upwards for a second.

I looked at her dumbfounded, while she just continued to eat, my mouth open but no words coming out.

"Come on, touch it, that's what you want right?" She said it so casually, but with enough confidence it made me squirm in my seat.

I couldn't deny it any longer, that IS what I wanted. My hand reached out to her, but she swatted it halfway through. "No, on the ground."

What? Was she playing games with me now? Her face definitely didn't look like she was playing around and her finger pointed between her spread legs.

I looked down again and got up, only to drop on my knees, defeated and right in front of her.

She arose, making me back up a bit, and pointed at her shorts, the message clear to me.

I hooked my fingers into her pants and pulled them down, making her dick spring free, almost hitting my face. It was already pretty hard and drooling precum, standing at attention with a bit of a bend downwards.

She was about to sit back down again as her shorts pooled at her feet, when she seemed to have an idea.

"Lock the door." She instructed, took the glass in her other hand and made her way towards her desk.

I did as she said and turned around to see her sat down in her gaming chair, her cock pointing towards me and our eyes locked.

Her legs were spread as wide as possible, sitting close to the edge, which made her balls hang in the air.

I closed the distance, tentatively got on my knees and under her watchful eye and a last gulp, brought my hands up to her shaft.

The heat greeted me again, feeling like a million degrees as my fingers struggled to close around her girth.

She let out a long and deep satisfied sigh that made my hairs stand up, imitating what's in my pants right now.

I moved up and down, or rather towards and away from me, making the skin move over her tip.

I felt her grow in my hands, her heartbeat easily readable as more and more blood rushed in.

"Ngh Feel my balls." Belle demanded and I felt my hands move down on their own. "They're so full... mmmhm Because of you. Are you going to help me with that?" I don't know when the flip switched, but she went from her usual bright but snarky attitude, to a needy although confident seductress.

Her smooth balls weighed heavily in my palms, their size inconceivable to me when I compare them to mine. Everything about her package was like that actually, her balls, cock and even her semen output, they all beat my measurements by a mile.

As much as my male pride was fighting it, subconsciously I knew they were useless, this was a real cock, attached to a short unassuming girl.

"Kiss them." She ordered and I looked up in shock, mouth flung open in a silenced gasp, which I closed thinking about the implication it might have.

"Come on, it would feel so good, trust me." She saw that I was struggling with coming to terms with that thought and moved a hand onto my head, slowly pushing me towards her.

My lips met her sack and she let out a constrained moan, sending shivers down my spine.

I stayed there for a moment feeling their warmth, sinking into them as Belle started to stroke her cock above me.

The smell was intoxicating and my mouth soon opened to let my tongue have a poper taste.

"Ahhhhh that feels good, James, keep going, I'm close" Belle was starting to pick up her pace, going from long slow strokes, to fast quick ones that were louder as her hands glided over her head.

My tongue was worshipping her nuts properly now, coating every bit of skin in my spit, as I alternated between kissing, licking and sucking them as best I could.

"Here you go... take it ngh all ahh" I could tell she was about to cum just from feeling her balls, she didn't need to say anything, but she still announced it, rising and kicking the chair away with the motion, before the first rope flew over my hair, the last bit trickling down over my forehead as she aimed my head in front of her tip.

I closed my eyes and felt her paint my face with her baby batter, an onslaught that lasted way longer than I was used to.

I licked my lips tentatively as I heard her sit down and she let go of my head, the creamy load slowly running down my face.

"You look so hot like that..." She said out of breath, "wait, open your mouth" rolling forward in the chair.

I opened up wide after something slimy probed my lips, "stick your tongue out" I did that as well and felt a warm syrupy drop on my tongue, followed by something more solid and realized that she was brushing her tip against it and kept it there for a moment. "Oh my god, I wish I had a photo of that"

"Ngh come on, lets get you cleaned up" She milked out another drop I was left to simply swallow, as she hoisted me up and lead the way to the bathroom sink.

I heard the door close and sink turn. Belle positioned my hands and they were soon met with warm water.

I started rinsing my face when I heard another stream behind me hitting water as well. The sigh that accompanied it made it clear that it was her doing, as she was currently relieving herself.

If I hadn't felt emasculated enough, now surely was the point. The stream sounded so loud and deep, it drowned out the water from the sink and lasted way longer than mine usually does.

"Sorry, really had to let that out. You understand, right?" I heard her stretch behind me, evident by her strained voice, before coming closer and helping me clean the rest of my face.

Towards the end though, she slipped a finger inside my mouth and stroked my tongue, "Oops slipped in, my bad" right before I could say anything though, she pulled away and kept helping with my hair, which was especially annoying to deal with as I found out. Taking another few minutes before it looked presentable. I made a side note to just shower if this happened again.

We left the bathroom and just randomly went to the fridge, an instinct apparently everyone has.

"Can you get me the juice carton?" I was first and would've blocked her access anyway so I accepted her request. Despite us being college kids and gamers, our fridge was usually pretty full, like today which made me spend a few seconds just looking through the upper compartments before bending down and finally finding it tucked behind a milk jug at the very bottom.

"Thanks, nice ass by the way." I hadn't realized my bend over posture and was reminded of it by a clap on my cheek, after rising and standing upright as she took the pineapple juice out of my hand.

I didn't really have any comeback and was left flustered as she walked off into the living room.

The rest of the day progressed as usual. We watched some random shit on TV and Belle insisted on keeping my hand on her thigh. Tyler came at around five and we had to separate a little as we kind of started cuddling. He came to hang out for a bit but retreated back into his room after eating some takeout he got and looking rather beat from work.

We decided to go to her room to play some games, as mine was next to Tyler's and we didn't wanna wake him up.

Belle cut up some fruits and made us both snackbowls of before we went, though hers had three entire bananas while she put only one in mine for some reason, actually hers looked more packed period.

I didn't dwell on it though as I set up the console and handed her a controller.

She absolutely blasted me at the first few rounds and my blame game was on point from the get go, prompting her to load up a shooter, which was closer, but still won by her.

"Ok, let's make a bet. Whoever loses the next best of three has to... oh I know! The loser has to suck the winner off!" I obviously didn't want to admit that she was better, prompting her to raise the stakes and shutting me up as the loading screen progressed.