Let Ella fuck you hard and hold you close.

Why on earth would you want to be in control when surrender tastes so sweet? You know you can trust Ella with your life, and although you are used to being the one that had to drag your frightened, frail friend everywhere, she seems to have discovered a newfound strength along with her new, nubile body. You feel an paradoxical sense of power in living and loving your truth, even if it's as a bottom.

Ella rolls her hips in slow circles to churn your cunt to butter while she rolls her tongue around yours, making your head spin and eyes roll back in your head. You feel so small and soft and sexy, and getting slowly and deeply plowed by another petite princess makes your submission more exponentially erotic. Still, you do feel inclined to remind her of her promise to fuck you hard, which you do by biting her bottom lip and pinching her puffy nipples. "EEP!" Ella squeaks adorably as she begins picking up the pace, thrusting hard and hurriedly into your quivering cunt.

No more words are exchanged as she grips your hefty hips with her small, soft hands and pulls you up and down on her pistoning prick. You remember Becca beating your spurt spot with her beefy bludgeon, and it has a lot of the same heat, but a lot less hurt. Even at her sweetest, there always seems to be a sting to Becca's honey, but Ella is pure sugar. She can make it hurt toothache sweet, but you can feel down in your soul that she is beating your ass with her balls as much for your sake as hers.

Your moans meld together and your cries cascade out of King Rex's mouth and down to the park below. The few park goers around must wonder if they added a new attraction that has someone so excited, and it's certainly the ride of your life as Ella kisses and squeezes your breasts and barrels into you again and again until your pantied prick paints you both with gallons of girl goo. She is fast behind, flooding your cunt with her sweet seed and somehow still hammering away at you. Your teeth rattle and your toes curl and all you can do is wrap your limbs around her and hold on tight as she fulfills her promise and then some.

It feels like hours have passed since you climbed the rusty reptile and slid down Ella's sissy shaft, and then time stops completely when she pulls you so close you can feel your hearts race like hummingbird's together, filled with sweet nectar and necking like lovebirds as she finally empties her umpteenth load deep inside you and cradles you close. You stay wrapped around her for as long as you can, loving the feeling of her inside you even after the fireworks have fizzled and the flames of your passion have dimmed to a romantic low glow.

It's only when you hear Ella's stomach growl that you slide off of her, feeding your own cravings by cleaning the cum off her cock. You pull out a plug that Becca lent you for messes like this and PLOP it in your hole to save the rest of her seed for a snack later. It gives you a little giddy glow feeling part of her still inside you. Ella doesn't seem bothered by her boi briefs, and you wonder if that means she's less girly than you, or just more comfortable in her own skin. Either way, you feel a little more confident in yourself, almost as it Ella left a little of her surprisingly soft strength inside you with her seed, but not so strong that you can come up with anything more meaningful to say than, "Soooooo...uhm...that was fun."

Suddenly you are the bashful, blushing one. It appears to be contagious as Ella positively radiates from her rosey cheeks. Still, she somehow musters the strength to respond, "It's okay to be honest about it, Amy. I loved it. It was the most magical, romantic, and extraordinarily erotic moment of my life. I'm glad I got to share it with you. And we don't have to put a label on anything right away, but I really, really, reeeeeeeally want to keep doing this." Ella gives you a soft, sugar sweet kiss and and brushes the hair out of your face. It's such a small gesture, just a gentle kindness, but it means that much more for being so small and sweet, just like her.

"Uhm...yeah. I'd like that...you know not to put a label on anything but...maybe we could do this again...maybe real soon?" You feel like a shy schoolgirl asking out your crush, which you guess, technically, you are. Ella smiles and puts her clothes back on. You wish you could stay longer, but you know it's no good to stay out too late and draw more attention to yourself. Which brings up a question you feel terrible for not asking sooner. "Oh, God, Ella! What are you going to tell your folks?!"

Ella tilts her head and looks at you curiously, as if she can't believe you are only just now considering this. "Well obviously I am going to tell them the truth and hope for the best. I'm legally an adult, so if they don't like it, they can suck my balls. Sides, it's not like I'll have trouble finding a place to crash. What about your place, cutie?" She gives you a cocky little arched eyebrow that is cuter than it is cool, but it's so god damned cute that it more than covers the spread. It makes you want to immediately offer her a place to stay until she knows for sure it's safe for her to go home, but if you do, you'll have to come clean to your own father. You don't know if you can do that, even for Ella.

If you don't, you will be letting down your best friend, maybe a lot more than that. You don't know if you can be as brave as your shy, sweet friend, but if you don't start now, then when will you?