God help you, yes!

To your surprise, it feels nice. More than nice, even. The length of your best friend's cock sliding between the cheeks of your panty-clad bottom feels right! You shudder and grind more against him, stroking his cock back and forth with your bottom, maintaining a slow and steady pace. He senses that you have forfeited your body for the time being, and as a result, he grabs your hips with both his hands and pulls your tight to his lap.

"Mathew," you say again, attempting to finish the sentence that you began moments before. This time he did not reply. Instead, he seemed focused on rubbing himself off against your bottom. "Don't stop," you say, completing the sentence in the exact opposite way you had originally intended. You look down and realize that your faux-breasts appear to be heaving beneath your top. One of his hands has moved there and is groping you. You full expect to feel your friend cum against your ass and are perfectly prepared to accept it. Your own cock is aching to be touched now, and every once in awhile you can feel Mathew's balls press against your cock's tip as he dry humps you.

This is not enough for Mathew, though, as you soon realize. After groping your breasts a little longer, he wraps both arms around your waist and lifts you as he stands. You barely have time to let out a grunt as he swiftly pushes you stomach-down onto the couch, his hard lap never parting from your bottom. He is now on top of you as your face is partially buried in the cushion. Your hurry to submit to him had apparently urged him to take things further. If you had only been a little more resistant, maybe you could have controlled the situation more and he would have only gotten off with you in his lap, a nice, safe position. Now, though, you feared the worse.

And your fears soon came true. "Mathew, what are you doing," you turn your head and ask. "Shh, baby. Just relax," is all he replied as you felt him push your skirt further up and tug at the waistband of your panties. You kept your hips pressed firm to the couch in hopes of preventing him from removing them, but he did not need to remove them. He only needed to pull the back down past your ass, which is exactly what he did. "Mathew," you began to plead, but never made it to the word 'stop.' You were simply met once again with him hushing you. "Shh, Doe, you'll enjoy it. I promise, babe." The way he talked to you made you feel so small. Far too small to protest any further.

The next thing you heard was him spitting. Apparently, you figured, he was lubing himself up. Then it came. His large fingers pried your cheeks apart and the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. You groaned in pain and your friend gave no thought to the situation beyond his own pleasure. He must have lubed himself good, because before long you were half-impaled on his cock. Your whole body tensed as your ass squeezed him hard. You shut your eyes and groaned, hoping it would soon end.

But it did not. Instead, after a minute, he shoved himself the rest of the way there. Thankfully, he remained there, fulled buried in your now stinging ass. His whole body laid on top of your's, smashing you against the cushions of the couch as he leaned into your ear breathing heatedly. Tears almost escaped your eyes due to the intensity of the pain. It was almost unbearable. But you could also feel his cock pulsing inside you. It seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat, which you could feel against your back. And with each pulse, your pain seemed to slowly subside, to your surprise.

"You are so tight, Doe," he groaned as he started to pull out of you until just the tip was in your ass. Not another word was spoken between you two until the deed was done. He thrust himself back into you, slowly at first. But each time he did it, he gained speed. Before long, your ass was bouncing between the couch and his cock as he pounded you like a greased up piston pumping oil in some steely machine. You could not believe it, but the pain was all but gone. In fact, you were not incredibly aware of your own throbbing cock. It was still squeezed between your thighs and so you could still feel his balls slapping against its sensitive tip. Because of this, you were now moaning just like a girl.

The end came hard. He felt so huge inside your ass that you honestly thought he might tear you apart at the speed he reached. But instead, he started to tense up. Both his hands had a firm lock on your hips, controlling your movements somewhat. His own movement slowed and his thrusts became very aimed. You thought he was going to pull out at one point because he seemed to be holding himself back, but instead, he gave you one final thrust with all of his might and you felt him explode. Not only did his cock throb harder than ever inside you, but streams of his heated seed poured deep into your body. Apparently your body enjoy it, because you instantly came in your panties. You own cum shot between your legs, staining the underwear and the couch. You were both panting.

He lay there on top of you until his cock started to soften, which--somewhat to your delight--took some time. You could not believe what had just happened, but there was not denying that your body had enjoyed it in spite of any shame you felt now. There was also no denying that you felt the powerful urge to be close to him, so when he pulled out and silently walked to the bathroom without so much as a glance, you felt incredibly hurt.

He had just made you dress like a girl, fucked you, and now he did not even say a word to you. You were more than hurt, actually. You were angry. You wanted to get up and just leave. Or at least call out to him. Something!