Can you refuse?

You look at Melody's posterior, wondering how you can turn down the offer. On one hand, you'd get to fuck an amazingly sexy ass at her request, an ass you've admired for years now. On the other, she's admitted that this is a **** fuck to get back at her now-ex-boyfriend, and has also lamented using you for pity sex. You look at the lube in your hand, then back at her exposed ass, and at the slightly-glistening pussy just below.

"Well? Will you?" Her eyes meet yours, shining with desire, lust, love, and everything but anger and ****. Your cock rises again, and you wordlessly answer by smiling and getting on your knees behind her. A generous application of lube later, you gently press your head against her tight sphincter. It grips hard, but inch by inch you push yourself in as she moans.

"Oh, fuck..... How big is that thing?" She looks back at you again as you let her get used to her size.

"Same size it was when it was in your mouth. I can't help it if you have a tight, sexy ass." You give her a playful spank and start to move in a slow, gentle rhythm. She moans again, this time more in pleasure than in pain. You pick up the pace, little by little.

"Oh, fuck me, Jack, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Melody moans loudly, her hands gripping the bedsheets. You get lost in your own pleasure, your eyes rolling back for a few moments until you feel a slight vibration near your balls.

You look down at Melody again, realizing one of her hands has moved from gripping the bedsheets to somewhere beneath her. Then you feel the buzzing sensation again and realize where her arm leads - she's got a vibrator against her pussy while you're stuffing her ass.

"Fuck.... God, it feels so good....... Keep....on...fucking....almost....Oh, God....I'm gonna......" Melody screams her climax. Her muscles spasm, squeezing and milking your cock until it draws out an orgasmic blast you didn't think you could achieve yet. Your cum sprays deep into her ass as you moan in pleasure.

When your mutual pleasure subsides, both you and Melody remain in position, breathing heavily. Your cock softens, but its natural size and her tight rosebud keep most of your length inside her.

"You came in my ass, didn't you?" Her voice is thick with satisfaction. You breathlessly give her an affirmative. "Is it leaking out?" You give a gentle tug, which produces a satisfying 'pop' as your head clears her anus. From the gaping hole, a trickle of your cum slides out.

"Yeah, it is." She laughs and reaches for her phone.

"Take a picture of it for me," Melody asks. She has the wild-eyed look of a completely satisfied woman. You do as she asks, not sure why she wants to see. She giggles again when she sees the image. "Wow.... That is so fucking sexy..... How much cum can you shoot off in a day?"

"Don't know. Never had orgasms that huge with anyone else." You notice she's pushing buttons on her phone. You glance over just in time to see what she's doing - she's sending the picture of her cum-dripping ass with the caption "fuck you keith".

"Wait, Melody," you start, "You sure that's a good idea?"

But it's too late. She sends the message with a newly-freshened satisfied grin. Putting the phone away, she sprawls face-down on the bed again. She sighs contentedly and sways her ass back and forth, helping the leaking cum flow down across her pussy. Almost immediately, you hear a knock at the door.

Tossing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, you answer to see Alicia, the hyper-feminist from down the hall. She flashes you an accusatory glare, and it's enough to set you off before she gets the chance to say a word.

"Shut it," you say as she begins to form the first words, "This is not a good time, and nobody here is in the mood to listen to your snap-decisions 'must-be-right' judgments. Go back to your room." You slam the door in her face, feeling a level of satisfaction you've missed for a long time. In fact, it makes you feel.... manly. For all of the ten seconds it takes for Melody to cuss loudly.

"What? What happened?" You hurry back to her side to find her looking at her phone in horror.

"I.... kinda picked the wrong name when I sent that pic," she says slowly. "Instead of 'Keith,' I picked 'KuntLicker.'" She shows you her phone's address book. Sure enough, Keith is immediately above the other listing. A simple accidental tap could easily change an option from one to the other.

"Who's 'KuntLicker?'" you ask. Then it dawns on you. For their outward friendship, you know Melody doesn't care for Alicia much. "Oh. FUCK. I just slammed the door in her face."

Melody takes a moment to send the message again - she's persistent, that's for sure - then puts the phone away again and sighs. "So how bad is it going to be for you?"

"No clue.... Maybe I can talk her boyfriend into interceding for me......" Dirk, her pothead boyfriend, treats her like a literal queen, even though she treats him like dirt. Better dirt than the rest of the male half of the species, for sure, but still dirt.

You reach for your phone and discover a waiting message from Dirk.