New Sex

You stand there frozen in the bathroom, the AI’s cold verdict still glowing on the screen, your small cock twitching traitorously in your fist. Tawny’s voice had come from right behind you—soft, amused, dripping with the kind of knowing that makes your stomach drop and your balls tighten at the same time.

She steps fully into the dim light, wearing only one of your old T-shirts that barely covers the tops of her thighs. Her massive breasts strain the fabric. The same breasts you had worshipped so thoroughly just nights ago. Now her eyes drop straight to your modest erection and a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.

“Come to bed, baby-dick,” she says, almost sweetly. “We’re going to talk about this… properly.”

You follow her like a man walking to his own execution and reward at once.

In the bedroom the sheets are still warm from where she had been sleeping. She peels the shirt off in one smooth motion and climbs onto the mattress on all fours for a moment, letting you stare at the heavy sway of her tits and the soft, full curve of her ass before she rolls onto her back and spreads her legs wide.

“Get undressed,” she orders. “I want to see that cute little thing in the open.”

You obey. Your cock—now fully hard, maybe four and a half inches on a generous day—bobs ridiculously as you climb between her thighs. Tawny reaches down, takes it between two fingers and a thumb, and gives it a light, almost pitying stroke.

“Still so eager,” she murmurs. “Even after finding out the truth.”

She guides the head of your small cock to her entrance. She’s wet—genuinely wet—but when you push forward the sensation is different than you remember. Her pussy yields easily. Too easily. You sink in to the root in one short thrust and bottom out with plenty of her still left unfilled. The stretch that used to make her gasp is barely there.

You start moving the way you always have—slow, grinding, trying for those deep rotations that once made her scream. Tonight her reactions are muted. Soft little “mmms,” a few polite rolls of her hips, but nothing like the clawing, squirting frenzy of before. Her eyes stay open, watching your face with a mixture of fondness and something sharper.

After maybe forty seconds she reaches up and cups your cheek.

“You can stop pretending you’re going to make me cum with that,” she says gently. “I’ve been faking most of them for a while now, baby. It’s easier. And nicer than watching you get your feelings hurt.”

You freeze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt inside her, your small cock throbbing helplessly.

She laughs—soft, genuine, a little cruel. “I’ll enjoy my vibrator in the shower like after most of the fake orgasms. But it was nice not having to act like your little pecker gets me off after sixty seconds of thrusts.”

She kisses you anyway, slow and deep, then pats your ass. “Pull out. Mommy needs a real orgasm.”

You withdraw, your modest length glistening with her juices, and she slides off the bed. You hear the shower start. A minute later the sound of a powerful vibrator joins the water, followed almost immediately by loud, unrestrained moans that make your cock jump.

You pad into the bathroom. Steam billows. Tawny stands under the spray, one foot braced on the edge of the tub, a thick, ridged, dark purple dildo—easily eight or nine inches and thicker than your wrist at the base—buried deep in her cunt while a bullet vibrator buzzes against her clit. Her free hand squeezes one heavy breast. Her head is thrown back. Real pleasure paints every line of her body.

Your little cock is hard again, bobbing uselessly.

“Can I… make it up to you?” you ask, voice rough.

She opens her eyes, looks down at your erection, and smiles that same wicked smile. Without pulling the massive toy out she spreads her legs wider, water cascading over her curves, and says, “Bon appétit.”

You drop to your knees on the wet tile. The toy is still pumping slowly in and out of her. You lean in and lick around it, tasting her, tasting silicone, then seal your mouth over her swollen clit and suck. She moans louder, free hand fisting your hair.

“That’s it… use that tongue since the rest of you is useless.”

You lick and suck greedily while she works the big dildo harder, faster. Her thighs start to tremble. The first orgasm hits her hard—she clamps your head between them like a vice, grinding her sopping, spasming pussy against your face while the vibrator keeps buzzing and the thick toy keeps plunging. You can barely breathe. She laughs through the climax, mocking you between gasps.

“Look at you… trapped under my cunt with that tiny dick hard as a rock. Poor little thing.”

She doesn’t stop. A second orgasm rolls into a third. Every time she cums she squeezes your skull tighter between her powerful thighs, forcing you to keep sucking her clit while the massive toy stretches her open right above your nose. Your own cock leaks steadily onto the shower floor, untouched.

Finally she loosens her grip and looks down at you, flushed and shining.

“Still hard, huh? Fine. You can put that petite boner in me for a minute.”

She pulls the big dildo out with a wet sound and tosses it onto the shower floor. Her pussy is gaping, loose, dripping. You stand on shaky legs, position your small cock at her entrance, and slide in. It feels so wet and so loose that the friction is almost nonexistent. You start thrusting—short, quick strokes because that’s all the length you have.

Tawny keeps the vibrator on her clit, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

“Two minutes,” she says conversationally. “That’s about all you’ve got left in you, isn’t it?”

She’s right. The combination of humiliation, the sight of her using the toy earlier, and the soft, stretched heat of her cunt is too much. At the two-minute mark your balls tighten and you start to cum, pumping what little you have deep inside her. The moment she feels you pulsing she presses the vibrator harder and cums with you—loud, shaking, her inner walls fluttering weakly around your modest length.

When the last spurt leaves you she pulls you into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding, while your softening cock slips out of her.

She breaks the kiss, rests her forehead against yours, and smiles.

“This is how it will be from now on, baby-dick,” she whispers. “You get to eat me while I use real toys. You get to put that cute little thing in me for a couple of minutes when I’m already loose and satisfied. And you get to know the truth every single time.”

She reaches down, gives your shrinking cock a gentle squeeze, and adds, almost lovingly,

“And you’re going to love every second of it.”