Yeah, let's bust this joint..

"I know just the place..." You follow Esme to a small square window in the corner of the building, overlooking a prefab used for the outdoor gear, mainly stuff like track and field as far as you know.

"You've done this before?"

" 'Course. It's just a short drop." She nonchalantly opens a sliver of the window and climb down, dropping on the roof of the small depot with feline grace.

You follow her moves, clinging to the lip of the window before falling down, your knees catching the brunt of the impact.

I'm gonna feel that tomorrow...

"Gotta bend those knees, honey." She taunts, climbing down the roof effortlessly.

You do the same, carefully this time; "You have the keys for this?" You point to the rusty padlock on the door.

"Ah! Are you serious?" She fishes a big hairpin from her pocket, working it into the lock;

"Right, almost forgot how we met... You gotta teach me that."

"It's not as easy as it seems... But if you're serious I can give you a few pointers." she mutters.

The pad gives up, clicking open.

The inside of the depot smells like iron,moldy grass and sun cooked rubber, with training gear and gardening tools cluttering the whole room.

"Hm... cozy." You say, following Esmeralda as she walks to a tall pile of blue styrofoam mats.

"Very..." She sits on the makeshift bed.

You run your hand up her thigh, massaging the bulky head of her cock, feeling it grow under the constraining fabric.

"I... I let Sarah go wild this morning, but..."

"But what, Sweetie? You did it for her, 'cause you care, right? It's okay if you're still sore, I get it. We can just cuddle..." She pats beside her.

"You don't get it. I was saying that we could... You know... try again. Carefully, this time." You slowly stroke her though the ruined leggins, feeling her warm skin whenever your fingers stumble on a hole.

Her smile widens, but her eyes are crossed by concern, "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you again, sweetie." She caresses your cheek. "What happened yesterday, me getting... even bigger..."

You reach into her torn leggins, taking out her semihard beastly cock, who flops out and hits the mats with a meaty twack.

"I really don't know what's gotten into me, but I want to see that again... Aren't you curious why that happened?"

She blinks a couple times, eyes wide, "Are you serious?"

"Kinda... What if it happens while you're deep in my guts? Bam! Instant Liam-kebab, right there..."

Her cock twitches in your hand, and you don't know if it's because she's stifling a laugh or maybe because the thought excites her...

"So that's what we're doing? We're gonna science the shit out of my cock?"

"More or less." You shrug, "Unless..."

"No, no... It's fine." She bites her lip, "I'd love to spend the day watching you play around with my cock, sweetie..." She says, taking your hands in hers, running them along the lenght of her member.

"Right then..." You take her smooth head in your mouth while stroking her risings shaft, the motions of it coming to you almost spontaneously.

Not even a week of this and it feels like second nature already...

Esme kicks off her shoe and rubs her foot on your groin, smiling placidly, "Maybe you can use something more than a finger this time... that's gonna be a first for me though, so be gentle."

That makes you pause for a moment and look up, her full mast cock still in your mouth.

"What?" She grins, " I told you already, I'm too tight to fit anything more than a couple fingers down there. But I think you're, Ehr... compact enough to do the job. No offense."

Some taken...

She slides her meatpole out of your mouth and boops you on the nose with the damp head.

"Come on..." She stands and turns around, briefly shoving her lovely backside in your face as she bends on the squeaking mats.

Oh boy...

"Yeah, before that, let me just... prepare the ground." You say, diving under her buttcheeks, eating her pussy.

"What are -uhm... so that's what it feels like... keep going." She mutters.

Trying to put to good use what little you learned about the art of pussylicking yesterday, you come to terms that this isn't gonna work the way you intended, mainly because her "clit" is the twelve inch pulsing rod pressed on your cheek, and her sweetspot is far to deep for you to reach with your tongue.

Yeah, I guess It's time...

You stand up and unbuckle your jeans. "Should I..."

Esme turns back to look at you, "Sweetie... I'm horny as fuck right now, just put it in dammit." She grunts, grinding her butt on your stiff pecker.

You awkwardly grab her hips and angle them down a bit, gently pressing your tip to her open slith, the bulky base of her cock denying entrance to yours;

"Here goes..." You mutter, pushing harder, past the meaty blockade; she spasms and gasps, spraying the floor with jizz;

"Fuck!"

"S-sorry I-"

"Don't be. Deeper... Go deeper Cutie." She moans.

She's so tight... just having your prick squished inside her is stimulating enough to give you goosebumps... let alone that you have to hold on to her wide hips and thrust, putting your back into it, to actually make some progress, every time.

"Feeling anything... funny yet?" You ask through clenched teeth, panting, trying to distract yourself from the premature climax you feel rising from down below.

"I... Yeah. It t-Nnhg-" Another load of semen sprays from her twitching member,"It tingles... tingles so good..."

Good, because I don't have too many pumps left before the grand finale...

Who am I kidding? Compared to hers, that's gonna be a mild one, at best.

A few tired thrusts later your orgasm shoots inside her, dripping on the floor near the pool of her own humours.

"Holy shit! It worked, look!" She quickly turns towards you, her throbbing rod springing skyward, slapping away your spent pecker.

You glance down on her awakened beast,

Holy shit indeed...

It could put a horse to shame...

Still growing at every throb, the blue veins running along the shaft swollen and pulsing, the last couple of inches under the tip are red and smooth, sprouting from the stretched skin below ; if you could barely close your hand around it before, now it looks like you would need both...

"Does... Does it hurt?" You tentatively ask.

"It... Itches." She answers, running her hand along her monster, "And it's so sensitive..." She swallows, "You think you can take it? It feels like it's gonna burst if I don't fuck something right now..."

You're the one swallowing now.

"I... I don't think all the lube in town is gonna be enough, Esme." You shake your head.

"Well..." A devilish expression curls one corner of her full lips. "I may have something better than lube..." she rifles in the pockets of her sweater, retrieving a small vial of brown glass with a white plastic cap. "You know what a popper is?"

"Uhmm, Isn't it like a cheap **** or something? I dunno, I never was much of a stoner."

"Yeah, kinda, The high is very brief. But one of the side effects is..." She makes a small O with her thumb and index, and expands it until her fingers don't touch anymore.

" I got it for Mei, so that maybe she can keep a guy after she's done with him."

****... check.

Sex in a shed... Check.

Looks like I'm officially turning into a bad boy...

Or, judging by the way Esme looks at me, more of a willing fuck toy.

You swallow again, "Well, I'm the one who wanted to wake the beast..." You take the vial from her with a mildly shaking hand and exhale,"...Ah, fuck it. Let's do it."

A wide grin cuts Esmeralda's visage," Careful with that, sweetie. Close your eyes, open it and give it a big whiff." She says, stroking the now almost 15 inches long monstrosity between her legs.

Here goes...

You do as she instructed, the pungent chemical smell cauterizing your nostrils...

A sudden wave of weightlessness floods your brain, as you feel all your muscles stretch and relax;

Too relaxed, actually, as your legs almost give up under your weight you begin to fall back, but Esme catches you in time.

" 'Gotcha. Don't worry, It'll pass soon enough... You can open your eyes now." She says, taking the vial from your limp hand and popping the lid close.

With her arm behind your back, she guides you to the pile of mats and helps you climb on top, your legs too short to touch the ground.

"Ready, sweetie?" She slaps her hard member between your thighs playfully;

"Probably not. But that never stopped me before."

If I ever write a memoir, the title is gonna be: Learning from your mistakes is overrated.

All caps.

In Comic sans.

You lay on your back and kick off your jeans, spreading your legs, the lightness you feel in every movement, coupled with the cold sweat on your brow and your racing heartbeat, makes all this seem like a feverish dream.

"I'll try to hold back..." She smirks,

Ahem, try?

She pushes her tip inside you, finding little to no resistance, the first few inches sliding in like hot butter.

You feel barely any pain, her hot meatpole filling your insides now almost an exhilarating experience.

Fuck, this is amazing!

Then, like a divine smite, a slap straight to your soul, the dizziness ends. And with it, your free trial on painless anal also fades.

You could swear your asshole shrunk two sizes in a heartbeat; now all too aware of the bulky intruder drilling your guts, you curse.

A lot.

"Told ya it would be brief, Cutie..." Esmeralda purrs, stopping mid thrust for a moment,"You want me to make this quick?"

You shudder at the thought of her idea of "finishing quickly".

"FFuck no! T-take your time..." You pant,

"Slow and steady, uh? I can do that..." She grabs the base of her cock with one hand, clutching your thigh with the other, and slowly but inexorably pushes her beastly member deeper inside you, scraping and stretching your insides.

With wide eyes, you witness a round bulge swell just under your navel;

"W-gha!-... What the hell?" You gasp, tentatively prodding the bump on your belly.

"Relax... It's normal. You're doing very well..." Esme whispers,"Breathe in when I push, out when I pull away. It'll help get the last of it in." Her tone is serene, almost soothing.

"-Nngh- Sure..."

She begins to gently rock her hips back and forth as you time your breathing accordingly, horridly mesmerized by the bulge behind your barely defined abs moving up, and down, and up again a little further.

At last, you feel her groin bump on your buttcheeks.

"...Is this it?" You pant a pained moan,

"Mhm... All in. I'm so proud of you, Sweetie..." She smiles and bends down, kissing you tenderly. "Do you want to fly?" She whispers in your ear.

What?

"Uhm... Sure."

She passes her arms under your knees and locks her fingers behind your back, pulling you closer to her busty chest.

Wait... Shit. I know where this is going...

She grunts and lifts you up, closed in her embrace, her pulsing member receding in your guts.

Before you can even open your mouth, the air escapes your lungs as she suddenly lowers her arms, quite literally impaling you with her cock.

Esmeralda clenches her teeth and moans, lifting you again.

"W-wa-w-aahg!-" another drop, another stabbing pain in your stomach.

Esmeralda shifts her grip behind your back, and starts to thrust forcefully as she brings your body down.

Your faces are less than an inch apart, her gaze locked in yours, emanating pure lust and joy.

As you feel tears trailing down your cheek, your mind wonders, if only to distantiate itself from the blissful agony.

Maybe that's what this is all about...

Even if every cell in my body tells me otherwise,

I don't want to be anywhere else but here, right now.

I might get used to being used like this, after all.

Pushing past the gasps and the spasms, your moaning cries intertwine with hers, weaving a raw song, one of pleasure and pain both.

Her orgasm comes, and it is a powerful thing, shaking her body and breaking her voice.

You feel it rise from the base of her shaft, erupting inside you, your belly bloating with her seed.

Still shuddering, she collapses on the makeshift bed,on top of you.

Neither of you speaks for a long time, catching your breath, lost in each other eyes.

"That was... amazing." Esme breaks the silence first.

"Uhm... Yeah. That's a way to describe it." You grunt.

Her gaze turns to worry, "Oh, shit... Was I too rough?"

Noooo...

I get skewered by gargantuan dicks on the daily, honey.

.

.

.

Hell, that's actually mostly true.

"... Kinda?"

"I just got swept in the moment, Sweetie... I thought you..."she begins to fret,

"It's okay. Being used like that... It's definetly an aquired taste."

"Used? No. No I wasn't..." She goes to caress your face, and you take her hand in yours.

"One I've grown fond of, lately. Much like the company of someone who's still buried halfway to my heart." You grin, and Esmeralda exhales in relief, climbing to her knees and sliding her somehow still half hard member out of your butt, your swollen belly slowly deflating as her warm semen escapes from your burning hole.

"Oooh, so you're fond of me, uh? That's it?" She taunts, climbing on you once again. "You can do better than that..."

You exaggerate a pensitive look, "Hmm... No, I don't think I can..."

"You liar!" She smirks,

"Okay, fine... I fucking love you. I cherish every moment we spend together, when the world blurs and it's just us. And Gods be my witness I want to spend the rest of my days on this earth with you..." You close your hand around hers, "There, I said it. Now please, get off... you're heavy." You grin.

With watery eyes, Esmeralda mocks a slighted gasp, "Who are you calling heavy?" She pinches your nipple with a satisfied smile.

"Ouch... Stop that."

"Na-ha. Not until you admit I'm a delicate blossom."

"Not a chance in He-" you suddenly wince as your brain is raked raw by an invisible ****.

"Ah, sorry... I thought you liked this stuff." She says, releasing her grip.

"What? No, it's not you, It's my head..." You say through gritted teeth.

She rolls aside as you try to stand up but your legs shake, buckling under your weight, still weak after the rough experience.

You catch the edge of a nearby shelf and avoid tumbling to the ground, still dazed by the sharp, burning pain behind your eyes.

Esme scrambles to your side, "Fuck, you okay?"

"Eh, feels like a hot poker stuck in my head..." You grunt. "Guess this is the downer of that popper of yours..."

"What? No, I've used it once or twice... never gave me any trouble."

"Bad batch, maybe?"

"I guess. Gonna beat the bitch who sold it to me to a fucking pulp when I find her." She hisses, passing an arm behind your back, helping you stand.

"You couldn't have known, shit like this happens." you sniff, "that's why I stick to booze..."

Esme helps you get dressed, "Let's get out of here, can you... walk?" She asks, embarassed.

"I-I might need to lean on you... My ass fells like a basket of scrambled eggs." You admit.

As you hobble out of the shack, the crisp morning air fills your lungs.

No amount of pomade is gonna fix me up by five...

How the fuck am I going to work like this?