Lynn and Grace — prologue

I twitched nervously as Lynn fumbled with her keys. She was actually squeezing my balls between her thighs really hard, which really hurt, but I think she was too drunk to notice. She was almost crushing them. Maybe it turned her on, because her body was getting me crazy hard outside the door. A click in the door coincided with her releasing them from the vise, which felt like it had been going on for hours. By the time she’d stumbled into our dorm room and collapsed into our bed, she was already groping at her breasts through her thin tank top.

“Nnhh… hey there, big boy,” she slurred, popping me out of her panties. To be honest, it does upset me when she calls me a boy. I guess she had no way of knowing, but I’ve always been just as much of a girl as she is. Anyway.

“Ready to have some—“ *hic* “—fun?” No, not really, but I knew that didn’t matter either. She was using one hand to idly fondle me, trying to convince me to harden up, and the other hand to check her phone. She wasn’t even looking at me. I’m sure she was checking her friends’ social media for some perverse “inspiration”. Whether or not I had fun wasn’t something she seriously thought about.

Lynn pulled her sweaty tank over her head, getting tangled momentarily, before dropping it on to the ground to the side of our bed. She began to pinch and tug at her nipples, moaning, as she continued to stroke up and down my entire length with her other hand.

Admittedly I do really like the way her body looks, and I think she noticed I was getting harder now that I had a better view of her.

Her dark, messy hair, olive skin, and cherubic round face…

…her thick, stocky frame, and the way her pert C-cups melted in to it…

…and of course the way her soft hands danced along my shaft, my underside, tracing my veins and ridges…

“You having fun?” she said, leering down at me, the drink wafting off her breath. I guess it was a little obvious — by now I was drooling profusely, and she’d smeared a slippery clear film of pre coating me from tip to base. I was fully erect, straining up towards her face. I throbbed gently in response, accidentally volleying another thick rivulet of pre onto her chest.

She cracked a smile, but then she turned and started rummaging through her bedside drawer, which is never a good sign while we’re masturbating.

“Here we go, big boy,” she said, purring, raising the bright pink rubber cockring in the air like a trophy. “Time to get you all nice and snug.”

With a snap, she released the band around my base. Ouch. After the initial sting it was constricting, almost painful. I could feel myself throbbing and pulsing, blood pooling in my length, somehow making me even harder. Lynn loved watching me strain and twitch, knowing the pressure was driving me crazy. But as soon as she dug out her egg vibrator and crammed it buzzing inside her pussy, I knew her game. She leaned back on the headboard, spreading her legs wide. One hand groped my balls, while the other attended my base. We were at “eye” level now — her pleading doe eyes fixed on my angry head, sultrily biting her bottom lip…

And just like that, Lynn had won again. I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, and with a shudder I erupted, spurting rope after rope of our thick cum all over her face and chest. She let out a short, quiet chuckle to herself as I desperately thrusted our hips, flesh loudly slapping against flesh as I roughly fucked her handpussy. It took Lynn about a minute to completely milk me, until I was dry and throbbing. She’s always been a slut for cum, and whether it’s ours or someone else’s doesn’t seem to make a difference.

"Mmm, good boy," she cooed, swiping a finger through the mess on her cheek and popping it into her mouth. "You never disappoint." She stretched down and planted a kiss on my tip, leaving a purple lipstick mark as a reminder of the night. Spent and aching, I used the last of my energy to throb against the cockring, trying to remind her to take it off of me. It was no use though, as she’d quickly crashed into a deep, drunken sleep. It was going to be a long, painful night.

My name is Grace, and I’m a penis. I’m long, like pornstar long, although I’m not as girthy as the ones Lynm watches online. My “roommate”, Lynn Fatima, is a hypersexual, intersexed girl studying at State Tech. I’m attached to her, and I have been for as long as I can remember. She’s had a few boyfriends, but they always just focus on her pussy, so technically I’m still a virgin. My libido’s a lot lower than hers, but embarrassingly she knows exactly how to wind me up. Quickly, too.

And for 21 years, this was my life. I don’t think Lynn ever meant harm — at least outside of a purely masochistic sense — but for a long time, she just saw me as a plaything. Until the next morning…