Toss out the old

“Lets get the packing done first,” Cary said, as soon as he got to the door. He strode in as soon as it swung open, tossed his jacket to the side.

Evelyn looked very nervous. She’d combed her hair quite a bit, and, interpreting Cary’s interests very literally, had put on all her makeup. She approached geisha but without their panache. A lot of lacquer lipstick, cheeks frosty with powder, and pools of blue mascara. Her outfit was relatively sedate – a linen print and a dark brown skirt.

The interior was a mural of a broken relationship. Male items were still scattered about, including an Xbox that had been stripped from the TV and then left in the middle of the floor. The ex’s items were in two suitcases in the hallway.

“These are your suitcases?” Cary said. Lord, he was already perspiring. He was getting it on both ends – his dick was ecstatic that he’d gotten inside a girl’s place, and Cary, actual Cary, was equally excited about losing his virginity. “And you’re giving them to that guy? No. Get me some trash bags.”

He stuffed everything in and threw the bags at the door. Evelyn followed him around, handing him trash bags. She kept opening and closing her mouth, uncertain of herself. Cary decided to speed the process up. He wasn’t sure, himself, how much longer he could hold out.

“You’ve been feeling really horny.” Cary prompted her. “Horny and confused.”

“Yes!” Evelyn said, nearly gasping. “Cary, I’m so sorry, I don’t– I think it must be something to do with my breakup but I just feel – so – it’s like I can’t even—” she shook her head. “I don’t know—”

“Okay, yeah, lets have this talk,” Cary said. He tossed shaving cream, razors, toothbrush, and comb into a bag, and hucked it against the wall. Something glass in the toiletries collection broke. “It’s me. I have some sort of musk thing. Makes girls really horny. Plus there’s the dick. Sorry. Is that it for his clothes?”

“Yeah, but he has books… what do you mean… musk?”

“Books? He left his books here?” Cary frowned. “Yeah, that’s my dick. I think I’m spraying pheromones all over you. It’s rough on me too, if it helps. Oh, these books. Hornblower AND the Aubrey series? Why were you fucking a boat nerd?”

“I just — don’t know – Cary, I’ve… I guess I don’t know why I didn’t think… Cary I DROOLED because I wanted you so bad…”

“Yeah,” That left just the Xbox. Cary tossed that one out the window, since Evelyn seemed too overcome to hand him a trash bag.

“I guess it makes girls too horny to think. Alright. That’s it. Boring-ass guy.” He straightened. “Lets…” he barely managed to add a question mark. But he did it. “Fuck?”

“Oh, god, Cary, yes,” Evelyn whimpered. She fell right onto her knees, and kneeled over. Cary had to undo his own button. It was the only thing left keeping his pants assembly together – the rest was overstretched cotton damp with jizz. His dick hovered in the air. They were in the hallway to her apartment, and her face was in shadow, the light blocked by Cary’s bigger body.

He put a hand on her head as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. “No, I said fuck,” Cary said. “I didn’t say blowjob.” His dick waggled. Cary and the penis were in accord. This was necessary. “It goes inside of you.”

Evelyn stared at the oversized tip. This close, Cary was pretty sure his scent was deep inside of her brain, telling it what to do. Still she had enough ability to do basic physics. “Does it, though?” she said, nervous. “I can call Clara. We’ve been talking. You know. About your dick. She has these hips that I don’t. I want this but it’s so big. It’s so huge, so perfect.”

“I’ll fuck Clara tomorrow,” Cary said.

“I don’t deserve it,” Evelyn said, backing away. “It’s too– you don’t want to. Oh god.”

It was easier to gently pick her up and put her on the bed. It was a sad, small full, with a frumpy marigold design. Thinking about it, Cary and his dick decided to flip Evelyn over and kick her legs apart. It meant he had to bend his knees, but Evelyn would otherwise slam her head repeatedly against the wall. He removed both her skirt and panties with one bunched hand.

Cary examined her ass, then gave it a hearty smack. Evelyn moaned.

“It’s fine,” Cary reported. “I’m gonna fuck it.”

“Please– oh god– that’s gonna be in me,” Evelyn said, staring back at it. He decided to let her leave her shirt on. It’d be a fun thing to rip off for the second session, and teach her an important lesson about how her tits were good. For now Cary lined up his cock with the puffy pink line of her slit. She’d already shaved it down bald, and very recently.

“This is some sort of– magic dick,” Cary said. More for his own benefit then hers. Already Evelyn was quaking and moaning, just from his cockhead nestling right outside her pussy. She had the bedsheets gathered up in both hands to improve her grip. “So I don’t know what’s gonna happen. Could get a little crazy. Also, thanks for taking my virginity. I appreciate it. You’re a good friend.”

After the first half-inch it wasn’t a challenge at all. His penis, already soaked with precum and shiny-smooth, slid right inside of her. He had a moment of doubt when nearly at the hilt – was there some sort of actual magic? How was it possible that much dick had disappeared inside a petite asian woman? Evelyn, who had absorbed all of this with wide-eyed shock, didn’t react very much until he started to thrust. Then her already wet and needy moans added a lot of electricity. Much later he’d find out that she was trying to say “harder” but had forgotten the word, or any words.

It was good. Cary felt a tug at himself, looking down at the orgasming girl wrapped around his cock. It was obvious that she was his. This wasn’t very progressive, having a person, but it felt very natural. Thoughtfully, Cary started to cum inside of her, and then slapped her other ass cheek for good measure. Maybe a tasteful collar. Or, even better, a tattoo right above her cunt.

Evelyn’s ex-boyfriend walked in. Evelyn herself didn’t notice – she wouldn’t notice much of anything for some time, her world condensed to a white hot core around Cary’s cock. Cary barely noticed either. He’d settled into a nice rhythm he could easily keep up for hours, perhaps days. A good way to think. Eventually he picked up on the shocked man holding several trash bags in the doorway.

“You fucked up, guy,” Cary told him. “This is top-tier A-plus pussy. You fucked up big time.”