He's ready for some pleasure of his own.

Mason took stock of his situation. To his right was Vina. She sat cross-legged on the bed, one hand resting on her thick thigh while the other fiddled with the edge of her hijab. Her slightly flushed face was scrunched up in thought and staring off at nothing. In front of him was Yumi, still dressed in her birthday suit. Still futilely shielding her privates and chest. And still blushing from a combination of embarrassment and arousal.

And then there was him. Standing next to the bed and feeling more than a bit overdressed. Part of him realized that was a silly way to put it. After all, Vina was also still fully dressed. It was more that his clothes felt wrong against his skin. His blood was thrumming hotly within him, taunted by the taste of Yumi clinging to his tongue and lips. He had held back long enough. If he was going to be inside anything at this point it wasn’t his hoodie or his shirt, and it definitely wasn’t his pants. It was his petite, beautiful lover.

He fixed her with a hungry stare. The Japanese girl wasn’t looking at him but seemed to feel his eyes on her bare skin. When she looked up into his blue eyes she froze, apparently pinned in place by the sheer intensity of his gaze. And when he smiled, an almost feral display of his teeth, a shiver ran through her.

“Yumi,” Mason said firmly. He didn’t need to get the short girl’s attention. But he did need to rouse Vina from her thoughts. When he saw the Muslim girl look up in the corner of his eye, he spoke again putting a bit of iron in his voice. This was an order. “Undress me.”

Yumi blinked a few times before she responded.

“O-Okay,” She muttered. But it wasn’t until she answered that she realized she would have to stop shielding her nude form. Her right hand dropped first once again revealing her tiny tits and hard nipples. Then her left pulled out from between her legs. The Asian teen’s pussy had been wet before, no doubt thanks to his make-out session with his new girlfriend. But now it was positively soaked, her juices glistening obviously on her every fold.

Once she had done that though, she didn’t waste time. Yumi scooted to the edge of the bed and planted her feet back onto the floor. She did her best not to look at the other girl as she moved, but her hazel eyes kept flicking over to her. Once again though, the Indonesian girl was oddly unperturbed by her friend’s nudity. He might have to ask about that. Later.

Yumi’s hands were shaking when she reached for the zipper of his hoodie. But their speed belied her growing excitement. That and the way her little hands rubbed their way up his chest. To her credit, she didn’t actually yank the tab down. But it was close.

After that, the Japanese girl was **** onto her tiptoes to try and push his hoodie off his broad shoulders. Even then he needed to give them a little roll to help his sweater slip-free. But Mason didn’t mind helping her a little. Yumi was doing what she was told after all. And the tall teen didn’t have the patience to wait for his short girlfriend to realize she should have stood up on the bed again. Hints taking off his glasses and leaning down. Otherwise, the little teen would never have been able to pull his shirt over his head.

Once that was done Vina spoke up again.

“Ooh! Fuzzy!” She said excitedly, clasping her hands together as a broad smile erupted on her face. Her dark eyes eagerly ran over his newly exposed torso but kept returning to the hair on his chest. It was only when Yumi set his shirt on the ground next to his hoodie did Mason realized this was the first time the Javanese girl had ever seen him shirtless. At least as far as he could remember.

But that wasn’t what made him chuckle. And he did chuckle deep in his throat despite the bubbling lust that was threatening to overtake him.

“Yumi said the same thing,” Mason explained through his chortles. Vina giggled at that revelation. But Yumi could only flush a brilliant crimson and stare at the floor.

“I-I just like it,” The mortified girl muttered.

“I do too!” Vina added quickly. “It is very… What is the word? Related to male? Masculine! It is very masculine!”

That was reassuring. From what he overheard from Viv’s friends (they were very loud) opinions on that sort of thing could be pretty varied. And one day he might have to choose between one girlfriend’s preferences over another. And he would have to do that without playing favorites.

But Mason couldn’t think about that too much. Not while Yumi still had work to do. He lightly tapped his toe. That was all the prompting it took. The Asian girl lowered herself to one knee and began removing his socks for him.

It wasn’t an inherently erotic act. Mason was finding his sexual interests bigger and more diverse than he would have suspected before the app landed in his lap. But he still wasn’t really a foot guy. And yet something spoke to the shadow in the back of his mind. The one made of his dominant instincts and darkest impulses. Having this beautiful, intelligent, nubile, and horny girl kneeling before him, obeying his commands, and doing such an inconsequential, even belittling, act for him… It made him feel good. Powerful. Desirable. For the first time since his growth spurt, he truly felt like a giant.

Of course, the fact that Yumi was now more or less face-to-face with the bulge in his pants may have been a factor. That and the way her wide, hazel eyes were openly enthralled by the outline of his monstrous cock. The fire in his chest flickered at that.

As soon as his petite lover was back on her feet, Mason made the next step clear. He pushed his hips forward and looked down at Yumi with the best imperious look he could muster. The tiny girl shuddered, rubbing her thighs together, but moved quickly to do as he (and probably she) wished. Her trembling hands struggled a bit with the buckle of his belt, but it wasn’t long before the two ends came apart. Maybe the practice was already paying off. Then came a surprise, a pleasant one though. The petite girl didn't bother pulling the belt free of its loops. Instead, Yumi instantly started undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. Her tiny hands slid to each side of his hips. A shiver ran up his spine when he felt her warm, slender fingers slip beneath his waistband.

Only then did Mason remember that he didn’t have any boxers on. But it was far too late to worry about that.

Yumi crouched to help pull his pants down. As the denim dropped a full foot of thick cock meat sprang upwards. It was absurdly ready for action. A throbbing, veiny shaft. A swollen head almost purple from the pressure. A flood of sticky precum dripping from the end. At rank two of Man Meat, his manhood looked like it belonged in porn. Now though Mason thought it looked more like something out of a hentai. One drawn by a lonely artist and not-so-secret size queen. And a horny one at that.

If Yumi wanted a face full of his dick (and the blond suspected she did) she certainly got it. Almost a literal faceful. It almost caught her chin on the upswing. But instead, it gave her a glancing blow to her cheek, leaving a shimmery patch of precum, almost knocking her glasses off her face, and producing a light but audible smack. Which got quite the response from his girlfriends.

Vina said something in Indonesian. Mason didn’t understand the words but he could make a guess based on the way her eyes went wide, her hands covering her open mouth, and her normally musical voice becoming a shocked squawk. But Yumi just stared at it. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The tiny nerd didn’t even bother fixing her glasses.

“Are they all that… big?” Vina asked breathlessly. Instead of answering immediately, Mason looked down at his Japanese girlfriend. But she was just staring at the cock in front of her. Mouth hanging open in bewilderment. He wanted to let her answer her friend’s question. But she seemed so preoccupied he doubted she had even processed the question.

“No,” Mason said. Strangely enough, it was a little embarrassing admitting that. Talking about sex in the abstract wasn’t that hard, but talking about his junk proved uncomfortable. Maybe it was because his mind helpfully reminded him why he was so huge. Maybe it was the fact that he was admitting there was something weird about his dick. (Even if it was better than having to explain that he was smaller than most.) But he swallowed down his unease and pressed on. “I’m bigger than most.”

“Wow,” Vina said, clearly impressed by that revelation. Then her face changed again. Her brows furrowed and her lips curled into a small frown. “Does it really, um… Fit?”

Mason gave her a calm, affectionate, reassuring smile. But a little thrill shot through him at the same time. Yumi had finally moved. Her right hand reached out to his shaft. When her fingers first touched them she flinched away, as if his skin had burned her. But that moment of hesitation didn’t even last a full second. The petite girl lightly grabbed his shaft, but when she realized her little fingers had no chance of encircling his massive girth her left hand joined in. She slowly stroked him all the way down to his base then back up to his tip, making Mason lick his lips greedily. And making his cock throb in anticipation.

But before he got lost in the sensation, the gigantic teen reminded himself he still had a question.

“It has so far,” Mason said a little playfully. He reached down to gently pat Yumi’s head, lightly stroking her silky black hair. She looked up at him, face red and hazel eyes filled with lust and love. The tall blonde gave her a smile, letting his love show openly. Once he was sure she had seen it, he turned back to Vina. He wanted to make sure the Muslim girl knew how much he cared about her too. “We just need to take things slow. And I promise I’ll be gentle until you can handle, and want, anything else.”

Vina instantly smiled at that. Even her demure smiles were adorably cheerful. Mason decided it had to be her dimples. That or the way she could always let her inner light shine through her gorgeous face.

The Javanese girl seemed satisfied by his answer. And he felt it was high time for some satisfaction of his own. Mason looked down at Yumi again, but this time he let his hunger show. And she looked totally enthralled by it.

“Why don’t you get back on the bed?” Mason asked, his voice rumbling in his chest. It came out as a question. But one that had only one answer.

Yumi’s mouth opened and closed a few times. But she couldn’t get the words out. So she gave up and just nodded instead. The slender girl stood up, her legs wobbling beneath her. Her hands held onto his shaft for as long as possible but reluctantly had to let go eventually. It seemed the Japanese girl didn’t fully trust her legs, so she just fell back onto the mattress. Her hips were right at the edge of the bed, her legs spread to show her soaked, shaved pussy to him. For a moment her eyes were shut tight. But then they opened looking up at Mason, ready for what was to come next.

Apparently, she was thinking of missionary again. He had no doubt Lilith was rolling her eyes. But Mason didn’t care. This was only the second time he had ever had real sex. He certainly wasn’t going to complain. But then a thought occurred to him. One that would catch both his tiny lover and his innocent bystander by surprise. One that his demoness ally would definitely enjoy.

But it was also one he needed to work up to. Both to make sure Yumi could fully enjoy it. And to make sure Vina knew he was being honest earlier.

So he started gently. Mason leaned over, blanketing Yumi with his massive frame. And he kissed her, slowly at first. He wanted her to feel loved, but he still slipped his tongue into her mouth. After all, he also wanted to make sure his petite lover to also feel desired. If the Asian teen felt odd about kissing a mouth that had just been on eating her pussy she didn’t show it. She instantly and fervidly, not at all slowed by tasting her own juices.

But that wasn’t all. Mason wanted something, anything, more. He lowered his hips and pushed them forward slowly. Being careful to never break the kiss, he searched out her wet lips. His cock found her thigh first, but that would help him. The burly teen dragged the sensitive, drooling glans along her silky skin, relishing the feeling as he went along. Then finally he found it. His dick suddenly met the warm wetness of Yumi’s cute pussy. Mason lightly prodded at her wet folds and tight entrance, making her slender hips twitch against him.

Their relative heights made it an awkward act. But the absurd length of his cock made it a little easier. It made up the distance so he didn’t have to either stop kissing Yumi or twist his spine into a rainbow. Mason rocked his hips back and forward, dragging the underside of his thick shaft against her lips and clit. The waifish Japanese girl moaned wantonly into his mouth as he did, rolling her boyish hips against his mammoth cock. She was practically dry (well not that dry) humping against his cumvein.

It was clear she wanted more just as much as he did.

One day Mason would have to take some time to really tease Yumi. To push the adorable, petite, Asian girl to her breaking point. She was just so cute when she was all **** and flustered. It might be one of his favorite things to do as her dom. (If that was the right term, he would need to do research on that.) But not today. Today it wouldn’t be her patience he would be testing.

He reached back with his left hand and grabbed his dick just below the head. The reminder of how thick he was made him grateful for the Extra Stretchy trait all over again. He was also grateful for their little outercourse session. It reassured him that she was more than wet enough for what was to come. And as a bonus, it also gave his fat cock a light, but much needed, coating of his lover’s natural lubricant.

Mason guided the tip of his dick to her opening. Then he pushed forward. It was technically a thrust, but a slow one. The tall teen was determined to let her feel every inch of him and let her get used to his new size.

As his oversized cock finally slipped into her, Yumi broke the kiss. She threw her head back and gasped. Eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

“Oh my god!” The Asian girl whined. Based on the voice she was riding the line between pain and pleasure. But as inch after inch of her boyfriend’s colossal manhood entered her, it was clear pleasure was winning out. Yumi panted and moaned as his cock just kept going. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed trying to massage him, trying to pull him in further. Mason suspected she was close, but unlike their first time, the same couldn’t be said for him.

When their hips finally met, Yumi’s hazel eyes flew open. She looked down the length of her underdeveloped body to the point where they were joined. Her right hand shakily raised from the bed beneath her. It moved to her flat belly and began running up and down. What exactly she was doing, was probably lost on Vina. But Mason could tell. Mason could feel it. Her hand was stroking the bulge of his cock within her. No doubt marveling at the impossible depths he had reached. The sensation earned a rumbling groan from her boyfriend.

Which then made Vina give a pleased little gasp as she squirmed a little.

Mason started to move. It wasn’t even a conscious choice. His hips just started moving on their own. But he was in control enough to be careful. The tall nerd kept his thrusts slow but made up for it with length. He drew back until only the last few inches of his dick were still inside her. Then resheathed himself at the same pace. Like their first time, Yumi loved the feeling of him within her, moaning and groaning as he slowly fucked. And also like that magical start to their relationship, she wrapped her arms around his back, trying to either pull herself up or him down. She probably didn’t care so long as she could nuzzle into his chest.

Then with no warning, the petite cutie tensed. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a warm, velvet vice. And she screamed in abject ecstasy, the sound filling the room despite being muffled by his chest.

Yumi had cum. And cum hard. No doubt she had still been sensitive from her first orgasm, but it still seemed fast to Mason. He couldn’t help but smirk. Both in pride and also at a thought that flitted through his mind. The petite girl was probably very lucky she wasn’t a guy.

And probably for more than just that.

The Asian girl flopped backward, boneless as aftershocks wracked her body. She gulped down deep breaths as she tried to recover. But Mason wasn’t done. And unless she said the magic word he wasn’t stopping. In fact, he started to speed up instead.

That made the Japanese girl wordlessly wail. And Mason honestly wasn’t sure if even she knew whether it was in protest or delight.

“Mason, please! I’m so sensitive!” Yumi begged. Partly she was begging him to stop. But another part of her was definitely begging him to keep going.

“God you feel good Yumi,” The tall young man said. He kept fucking her, each thrust a little faster, a little harder, than the one before. Mason wasn’t lying either. The way her inner walls squeezed and twitched around him would have felt heavenly if it didn’t also feel so delightfully sinful. “I think you deserve another reward.”

“What!?” Yumi gasped out between her moans.

But he didn’t answer her. It was time for the surprise.

It, unfortunately, **** him to stop thrusting, making his lizard brain yell at him and call him several mean names. But it would be worth it. As long as Yumi was ok with it. Without warning, he grabbed her just below her armpits. Then stood up, bringing his petite lover with him. And of course, he made sure to keep his throbbing, massive cock inside her.

“Wh-What!?” Yumi asked again. But a spark of realization appeared in her bespectacled eyes. On instinct, she grabbed his broad shoulders and wrapped her little legs around his hips.

Mason grinned that same wolfish grin that he suspected might become a signature of his. Then, without a word, he slid his large hands down to her boyish hips and started fucking his girlfriend again. Yumi squealed loudly at the feeling. Lost in an overwhelming, rapturous delirium, all the poor girl could do was hold on for dear life.

And Mason loved every second of it. Standing missionary seemed to show up a lot in porn he had watched. But the teen had never really thought of it as a very realistic one. Sure porn stars, literally professional fuckers, could do it and make it look good. But it was hard to imagine your average couple doing it. And Mason never thought he would end up even trying it. But Yumi’s minuscule body made it possible. Almost easy.

He was grunting, but that was more in pleasure than effort. And any noises he made were drowned out by Yumi’s open moaning and shouting at the top of her tiny lungs.

“Oh, God! Mason! At least slow down! I can’t take this!” Yumi begged between her the unbidden sounds of pleasure escaping her. In her everyday life, the nerdy girl was very quiet, but that was proving to very much not be the case in the bedroom. But no matter how loud she got there was no missing the other voice that spoke.

“Mason!” Vina said scandalized. Her black eyes were the size of dinner plates, her mouth was hanging open, and her eyebrows crinkled in worry. His innocent Muslim friend, girlfriend now, looked horrified by what she was seeing. And more than a little hurt. Mason’s stomach plummeted as he froze up. In all the excitement he had forgotten it wasn’t just a morally bankrupt demon watching him fuck Yumi senseless. He could only imagine what was going through her head watching that. Actually, he could and that was what scared him. He opened his mouth to try and explain himself. But she spoke before he got the chance.

“Oh!” Vina said. A realization worked its way across her beautiful face. Her cheeks, already quite flushed, reddened and her graceful hands came together just below her chin. “Yumi did not say genuine.”

“That’s right,” Mason said. He smiled at his new girlfriend, both proud of her understanding how the safeword worked (and her willingness to stand up to him when she thought he was willingly ignoring Yumi begging him to stop) and grateful that she was still willing to go along with what must have been a very strange experience for her. He also couldn’t help but start thrusting into his tiny lover again. Even if it wasn’t quite as hard as before.

“So it feels good?” The Indonesian girl asked. A little stunned by the idea.

“Yumi?” Mason asked his Japanese girlfriend. Of course, he gave a few extra hard thrusts to help her make up her mind. He was generous like that.

“So good!” So good Yumi said through clenched teeth. Then she screamed. “Too good!”

“Wow,” Vina said softly.

The gigantic teen took that as his green light to continue. He started fucking Yumi again in earnest. Not quite as hard as he could, but not far off. But now he kept his blue eyes on Vina. He wasn’t sure how the curvy girl would feel about that. But he suspected he would like it. But he didn’t have to guess that the slender girl would like that. Her boyfriend staring at another woman while he used her tight, wet hole to get himself off. That seemed like something right up her very specific alley. If she could open her eyes she would probably love what she saw.

As he looked over Vina, Mason was struck again by just how beautiful she was. And how insanely lucky he was that he might be able to be with both her and Yumi. But what really captured him at that moment was an observation. The devout girl was horny. Her gorgeous face was flushed and her lovely black eyes eagerly, but bashfully, drank in the carnal scene before her. They tried to take in everything at once. And while it might have been Mason’s imagination, he could swear they kept returning to where his cock was pumping in and out of her friend's pussy. One hand had come up to rest on her chest. Her forearm wedge between he large, pillowy breasts. The other was in her lap. It was on her inner thigh, lightly rubbing in a small circle. It teased her sensitive skin, dangerously close to the inseam of her bellbottoms. So close to rubbing her pussy through her clothes in front of the young man she had already given her heart to.

That alone was almost enough to push Mason over the edge. But it was Yumi who finished him off. The petite Japanese girl came one more time. But that didn’t quite explain what was happening. There was an argument to be made that she had been cumming her brains out ever since her boyfriend had hauled her into his arms. But this was a breaking point. Her overstimulated pushed past some unknown point and all it could do was cum once again. Her inner walls spasmed wildly. While every other muscle in her body tightened, her tiny legs squeezing his waist and her little hands digging into the muscles on his shoulders with such surprising strength that it actually hurt a little.

But that was far too mild a discomfort to outweigh the way her pussy desperately milked him. Mason fell over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure filled. And rope after rope of his thick cum filled Yumi. It felt like it went on forever. He growled in triumph and lusty delight and some instinct told him to close his eyes and savor the moment. But the blond fought it off. He kept looking at Vina doing his best to maintain eye contact. But the Muslim girl wasn’t looking at his. Hers were fixated on the way his balls tightened and his cock throbbed as he filled her co-girlfriend with his seed.

A preview of what was to come.

Eventually, the moment passed. Mason felt himself finally stop pumping his jizz deep within his girlfriend. And his monstrous cock finally started to go soft within her. He gave Yumi a quick peck on the top of her black-haired head. Then he slowly pulled her off of his dick. He sucked air through his teeth at the sensation. She could only give a quiet moan.

He lowered her down to her bed, sitting her right on the edge again. Thick globs of cum dripped from her pussy. The first few landed with an audible splat on the carpet. (He would clean that later. It was his mess after all.) After that, though they just dribbled onto her comforter. He almost let go of Yumi, but then she started to fall over. That last stretch really seemed to have taken a lot out of her. So Mason sat next to her, putting one arm around her bony shoulders and letting the exhausted girl lean against him. He gave her another quick kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you,” He whispered into the black strands.

“I love you too,” She slurred slightly under her breath.

He let his Asian lover have a few more seconds of his undivided attention. But then he turned to look at Vina on his other side. For a moment it seemed like she couldn’t figure out what to say. How do you put what she just witnessed into words? Especially knowing that one day that would be her. Only she would be having sex with a more experienced lover. But eventually, she found the words she was looking for. Well, word.

“Wow,” She said again.