Your balls to the choker!.. while making sure she doesn't spot 'em (Anal)

You're gunna give this girl a shock, all right. Lucky for your pride, you shave your crack- otherwise, you'd totally give yourself away as a bloke. For some reason, despite the anonymity, you don't want her to know you're a dude. Maybe the idea of deceiving her turns you on- being good enough at taking dick to be mistaken to be a chick.. you blink hard, dispelling horny thoughts that don't involve immediate action.

Bringing your hand up towards the prick, you gently stroke down it's side, as if to say- don't give up, hang on- trying to buy yourself time while you sort out the issue of your trousers barring hopeful entry. Her cock twitches, but she remains patient. The concert can't be that good, you suppose. You fumble with your belt, trying not to make too much sound- you're more likely to be a guy if you wear a belt, you suppose, overthinking things. It's undone- next comes the silent undoing of zipper buttons, and the eventual dropping of your lower clothing. You weren't wearing any underwear in preparation- but to be honest, you were having some second thoughts about engaging in anal to begin with. Having only been a novice- a few fingers and choice grocery experimentation, you were hardly a size-queen when it came to getting penetrated just yet. You spit quietly into your hand, kneeling down on the floor of the cubical, trousers halfway down your legs, butt exposed. Your salivary fluids are cupped in your hand and between fingers, bought back, and onto your awaiting pucker. Delicate rings are traced around your rim- until you can imagine it's glistening with your efforts, yet still tight to the touch, sealed tight.

Needing a hand- quite literally- you decide to invite the goth girl to give you a fingering. Not wanting to speak, you simply turn your back to the girl and gingerly rub your buttock up against her flaccid length- hoping she gets the idea. There's no response at first, until she speaks up- 'Not much of a talker, are ya?' she asks, semi-rhetorically. You respond with a silent smile, not wanting to give up your identity just yet. Your intentions must slowly dawn on her, because her tone shifts to one of realisation- 'Wait..', she begins, her typical confident aura eroded, replaced with brief doubt- 'You're that kinky of a bitch?', she continues. 'You seriously want me to plug your butthole?' She seems hesitant, as you do, internally. Perhaps she knows she'll gape you wider than a tennis-ball with a cock that size.

You continue to press yourself against her gradually hardening shaft, until she responds physically- to your slight dismay, she removes her cock- swiftly replacing it with one of her slender fingers. 'Is this more your speed, princess?', she teases, as if having read your thoughts. You respond by bending forward, making sure one hand is covering your balls, pushing them out of the way of your partners prying glory-hole bound eyes, and bringing your asshole to line up with her digit. With a breathtakingly slow movement backwards, you slowly bring yourself towards the wall, your lip bit tight, nervous mouth not daring to utter a single masculine moan, hands covering at your balls with the same anxiety.

For once, she seems impatient with your progress- and shoves back with her finger. With a tiny gasp from your mouth, she slips in. You can feel your ass contract instinctively against the intruder, flexing frequently, pushing back. She giggles- 'Such a tight, pristine lil' bum! And you seriously think you can take a cock this thick?' Adamant to prove yourself, you give the briefest pause for your typically-one-way hole to adjust, before bringing yourself further back and back, until you can feel her knuckle against your entrance. With that, you slide forward, and her finger pops out. She withdraws it while you take in the sensation of your flexing, keen asshole contracting against its already-escaped assailant, and produces again it seconds later- two fingers through the hole, now covered in her own saliva, being **** back into your passage. They plop in with ease- 'You're a natural!', she beams, slowly finger-fucking you while you stand, semi-bent over, one hand on your mouth, the other still clutching your hidden sack. You can feel your ass accommodate for the load- still no where near her standards, but closer than being as tight as a vice, as you were. Helping you out, she brings her fingers to a stop, and tries to separate them as far apart as possible, stretching out your resistant walls slightly. It seems fruitless at first- so she continues to slowly piston her fingers in and out, before stopping at full depth and trying again, over and over. By the time she pulls out, with an audible, slick plop, you can feel that your chute isn't quite closing- it's got a bit of room now, hopefully enough to spare you excessive anal destruction. You give a whimper of denial- she was soo close to touching your prostate, not knowing to search for one.

Stepping forward, away from the hole, you suspect the next thing to enter will be that fucking thick cock- you want a good look at it arriving. It slides forward gingerly, back into view. Your mouth waters, and asshole clenches as its full extent reveals itself, this time, flaccid, having being worked on by its owner while you were getting finger-banged. It's as thick as your forearm, and twice as veiny- gorgeously defined streaks tracing their way across its surface. They've got a hell of a job supplying that beast. Still grabbing onto your package, you slowly bring your shitter to align with her spearhead- oh god, it's thick. It's way too thick. No tapping out now- how would you communicate a change of heart without speaking?

Sensing a building impatience one again, you let her lace choker fully reveal itself, so there's no room for her to thrust just yet- and then bare down on her erect cock in an attempt to cram it in. Your bumhole strains- you groan a suspicious groan of effort, and just as you feel that your finger-fucking wasn't enough, with a sudden jolt, you fall back, the entirety of her thick, taxing cockhead plopping in and immediately pressing against the walls of your insides. She coos a satisfied, delighted coo as her pole sits in your entrance- 'Slutty bitch.' she teases, clearly pleased. You moan an inevitable moan in response, hoping it's androgynous enough, as meanwhile your butthole flexes in vain, trying to defend your anal passage against it's potential destruction.

A few moments of stifled grunts and breaths later, the continuing blaring thud of concert bass in the background now again reaching your attention, she clears her throat- 'Now', she demands- 'Let's see your cheeks reach the choker.'

It seems like an impossible task- despite not being particularly long, relative to her absolute thickness, she's too breathtakingly thick to imagine bottoming out. With a stern breath in, you push backwards- to begin with, your ass clings to her cocks girth- now previously trying to expel the object, it's fighting a losing fight to try and prevent more entering. Your gasp and grit your teeth as your bumhole bares the brunt of a slow, breath-stealing few centimetres backwards, all while the goth girl on the other side encouragingly taunts you. 'Just a bit further, bitch..' she mutters, and you glance back to see almost half of her cock buried in your exit-only chute- good progress for an amateur- maybe you are a natural for taking dick? Slowly sliding, the sparse, remaining saliva slicking your route backwards, you can finally feel the cold touch of the stall wall against your relatively toned ass-cheeks, and your heart jumps a skip of relief.

It's so satisfying- feeling her giant prick completely encapsulate your insides, warming you from it's thick, throbbing girth- and feeling your butthole finally surrender, giving in to being just as good as a woman's pussy- you give out a reflexive moan- and with no attempt made to disguise it, it's so obviously male. Fuck, shit, piss. You curse, silently. There's an awful silence before she speaks next.. did she notice, you wonder?