Bare

Jon slumps back and slides out of you, lifting his weight off of you so you can finally breathe properly. You cough and sputter, struggling to your hands and knees.

The fire in your belly burns hotter than ever. You need relief so badly. Your womb is aching with anticipation. You feel like if you don’t cum soon you’ll die. You don’t want to fight it any more. You can’t keep lying to yourself. You’re a woman now. Maybe you always were. After all, why would a man take a pill like this?

You look up at Max. He’s blushing. He also looks like he’s as hard as steel, but struggles to meet your gaze.

“It’s your turn, Max. Aren’t you gonna fuck me?” You ask, fluttering your eyes at him.

“Uh, it’s okay, I-“

“Dare’s a dare, Max, and I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.”

He gulps and quietly approaches, his hand reaching for the condoms. You slap it away.

“Bare.”

“What? We can’t, you’ll get pregnant!” He seems genuinely concerned as you moan in response.

“Exactly,” you say as you fall to your back. “The other boys got to give a cute slut a creampie, but you had to wrap it up with Simone, right? It’s only fair.”

“No, no I’m good Blake it’s fine I don’t want-“

You spread your legs, exposing your hot, swollen pussy to him. He stops speaking, and suddenly his demeanour changes. He lunges on top of you, one hand flying to your throat and the other to your chest. Both squeeze as he lines himself up without looking away from your eyes, and he plunges into you.

You swallow him up easily, locking you legs around his waist. He feels so good it’s unreal. You can’t believe how good raw cock is. How could you ever go back? You can feel every curve, every movement of every vein, the texture of his skin.

Max doesn’t give you any time to think before he starts ruthlessly slamming into you, grinning as he stares into your eyes. You start to feel yourself fade, the pleasure becoming distant as your grasp on consciousness fades, and suddenly he lets you breathe again.

**SMACK**

He slaps you, hard. You’re dizzy, but now you feel everything even more clearly. You’re so close. Your body is screaming for release, your hips bucking instinctively with his. He’s getting close, he must be.

“Oh fuck, Max, make me cum, please!” You cry, “Fill me up and make me cum already! Oh my god breed me Max, give me lots and lots of babies!”

He keeps pounding you silently, slapping you, glaring at you. You keep begging, to no avail. Eventually he shuts you up, gripping your windpipe hard with both hands and strangling you. Everything goes dark, and you can only feel him twitching inside you before he lets go.

Air rushes into your lungs as Max’s seed rushes into your womb. You lose all sense of anything as every muscle in your body tightens, shaking you to the core. You’re cumming. You’re finally cumming. Your eyes cross, your tongue lolls out of your mouth, and wave after wave of boiling hot white pleasure washes over you.

Slowly, you come down from the mountain and see Max leaning over you. He still looks different, but not as serious. He’s smiling at you so wide you can’t help but smile back.

Maybe this isn’t so bad.