Straightening

When I looked up, I noticed something wrong. She was in a horrible dorrible position. I mean she was essentially standing bent over on my bed with a posture that absolutely would not be conducive to any sort of fornication, and she looked back at me expectantly. It was clear she had absolutely no idea what she was doing beyond wanting me to do her from behind. I had to do something.

I grabbed her by the ankles and yanked them off the bed. She yipped, and her feet landed flat on the floor while her upper body remained bent over the bed, "What was that for?!?!?" she asked, terrified.

"I'm getting you into a fuckable position, since you were definitely not in one before." She looked embarrassed at that, scowled, and nodded. Even her bent over the bed her lower body was too tall to do this properly, so I spread them slightly. She looked back one more time and saw my cock, widening her eyes. I wasn't sure what that meant, but maybe it's just culture shock for the... former lesbian. I lined myself up, "Ready?" I asked? She faced her head forward again and nodded.

I waited. I waited for several seconds before she asked, "What's wro-" and then I jammed it in. Call it a little harmless prank. She yelped, and I began humping, finding a steady pace. She was super tight, if it wasn't obvious already this was definitely her first time. That and/or she does copious quantities of Kegels. Regardless, I was having sex and it felt great.

Before I knew it I was in something of a zoned-out zen state wherein I was just humping and making sure to hit happy places for her before I get exhausted, when I notice something. She's making extremely lewd noises. Loud moaning and various syllables and whatnot. In fact I was kind of concerned, it sounded like she was hurting. 'Shit, I'm not too big or something, am I?' I slow to a pause, much to my dismay, I hadn't cum yet, "Zoe? Are you okay?"

She breathed heavily, "I... I've never cum more than... like twice in one session..." she wheezed. That wasn't the expected answer.

I had to ask, "How many times have you cum now?"

She made a guttural sound, and flipped over onto her back, she was incredibly flushed, "At... at least like 8 times."

That's impossible. We've only been going at this for... I looked at the clock. 4 minutes? That's pretty good, but... that means she climaxed 4 times every minute since I started. My internal calculation must've shown on my face, because she got embarrassed again, "Shut up, you ass! I'm never this quick to cum, you must be some kind of sex wizard or something." She covered her eyes with a forearm, trying to hide from the world. She gestured for me to continue like this.

She was faced up now, and I repositioned as well to continue. Or conclude, I guess, because she just wanted me to finish for myself. I guess I had fulfilled my contractual obligation to make the girl orgasm first. I bent over her and cupped my arm underneath her, lifting her upper body up to mine. She was covering her eyes so she didn't expect my hand, much colder than her abdomen touching her, she opened her eyes just long enough to see me sticking my tongue in her mouth, and I kissed her for a few seconds, winked, and lined myself up. I took a deep breath and then pushed in once more.

This time I went at my pace, I wanted to cum, she wanted me to cum, it works out well. In, out. The cold air of the air conditioner contrasted heavily with the heat generated by our bodies. The sounds of the room replaced with the clapping of bodies and the whimpering of one quickshot highschool girl. I could feel it, it was time. I picked up my pace (an act you're not supposed to do apparently. Girls don't like it, but I liked it) and I looked at Zoe's face instead of her fat ass or her bouncing tits for the first time since I started. Her eyes had rolled back and the lids were twitching. It looked like I was literally fucking her brains out. Before I could stop again I felt her legs wrap around my ass and locked. Christ, she was strong. I was stuck bottomed out, not that I was planning to pull out anyway. I emptied my load inside her. It was angelic. My eyes closed, my fingers and toes curled, and I let out a very unattractive sound.

I was exhausted, I collapsed right beside her and began wheezing myself. Lawyers don't get a lot of exercise. Before I knew it, I felt a new sensation. I looked down to see Zoe standing. She was crouched in front me with a blank expression. Only she wasn't just crouching, she was blowing me. She made eye contact with me, "Zoe?" I asked tentatively, and she picked up the pace. W-woah... she's a natural. I had just cum, but I think she was trying to get another shot out of me before I deflated. I'd done it before, but rarely. It's not a common dude characteristic.

She continued, moving her hands all around my lower body with one hand and cupping my balls with another. For a lesbian, she really liked my dick. Like... a lot. I was simultaneously freaked out and fascinated. She kept going, down, up, down, tongue movements all along the way. Never breaking eye contact, and then even though she clearly couldn't deepthroat she went as deep as she could when she could tell my second, smaller orgasm was on its way. I groaned and sputtered out what was left, and then collapsed

Zoe looked at herself in Felix's bathroom mirror. It seemed obvious to her before, but now that she felt the bliss of being cummed inside by Felix, she really knew. The moment she felt him hit his peak, she felt a change in herself, one even stronger than just looking at him earlier. She could never go back to being a lesbian. In fact... the concept was disgusting to her now. How did he put it? 'You still agree with the message.'? "What a joke. How could I agree with a message that me it's okay for girls to be and be anything less than Felix's little sexy..." Zoe bit her lip. She almost didn't want to say the word. She knew once she said it she couldn't un-say it, even if no one heard her. Zoe shook her head. She moved on to what happens now. Obviously she goes back into that room, puts him into a comfortable sleeping position, and then cuddles with him the rest of the night, but after that? She had an idea. She wanted to show off her new man to someone. Her mom? No. Her brother? Hell no. And then it hit her. She pulled out her phone and texted Emilia to meet her at their favorite pasta place tomorrow. Declaring to Emilia that Zoe was straight would be a vitriolic, symbolic end to her time in the LGBT. After all...