The Beauty with a Beast.

You tenderly touch Miranda's cock, filled with a sudden hesitance. Your desire is no weaker, rather you feel like you haven't earned it. You glide two slender fingers across the ugly bumps and nobs on the crooked shaft. This cock truly is a monster, not just large but terrifying. A flash goes through your mind of the beast plunging into your awaiting pussy, and you gasp softly, and bit your lips. A shiver jolts your nethers, and for a second time today heat pulses through your body. Miranda lightly, and you realize you'd grasped her dick, almost possessively.

You meet her eyes. She looks, Angry? No. not angry. Pent up. Flustered. Shocked, and curious, but hiding it all behind a failing facade of dominance and disgust.

Suddenly she plants one foot on your face, and pushes you back. You land on your butt, and nearly topple off the bed.

Ok. Maybe the dominance wasn't a facade. He her nose wrinkles, and her lovely brow furrows, and for a second you wonder if the disgust wasn't genuine as well.

"What do you think you're doing?" She sneers as she sits up. "I told you to shower, you smelly skank." She pounces, and is atop of you immediately. She props herself up on her knees and one hand, as she gropes your breast with the other. Despite the car ride, you're still slick with sweat, and her fingers are drenched in your underboob. She puts her hand over your face, her wet fingers right by your nose. "So what are you doing here, instead of the shower?"

The oder assails your nose immediately. It's nearly sour, strongly pungent, and reeks sweetly of your recent love making with Liam... Master Liam...

You breath deeply, and arch your back lustily, while you hum delightedly. You feel your belly press against the hard shaft hanging above you, and mischievously you begin to nudge your belly against it. Miranda's face turns red.

"Oh, is that all you want?" Miranda quips. "To offer me your sloppy seconds?" She leans in closer and and her voice takes on an edge. "You want me to stuff your used up, unwashed, stretched out cunt?" She pauses. "Fuck!" She leans back. "What is wrong with me?" One hand goes to her head, and she suddenly looks very dazed.

"H-hey..." You mutter. "It's ok." You sit up too. "I... uhh... Well I kind of like it when you call me those things?"

"I'm not a guy. You're not a girl. It's just that bitch. That fake zoe with the gun. She did something..."

"shhh!" You lean forward, and put the tips of your pointer on her lips, silencing her. "That doesn't matter right now." You edge a little closer to her. "You have a dick. I have a cunt. And I'm so horny I could fuck the bed post." Your eyes fall on her dick. "And if you're half as horny as a normal guy, you want this too." It's your turn to lean over her, letting your gravid weight rest on her, pressing her cock against her belly. You give her a little wiggle, and smirk, as her cheeks bloom once again. "So how about we forget about who we are, for five fucking minutes, and you stick that ugly fucking monster meat in my cunt?" You begin to gyrate your hips, grinding softly against her.

She nods, and swiftly your rise up, position yourself, and drive yourself down on her. A brief cut of pain, and overwhelming sensation washes away what little remains of your mind. Your ears ring, Your vision turns white, and your jaw drops. You're not sure how long you sat stupefied on Miranda's cock before your mind starts to process that sensation as pleasure, and you begin to move once again. You read on some silly internet article that girls should spell out the alphabet on their mans dick. So that's what you do. 'A' you wiggle up, then down. 'B' two swift gyrations. 'C' Nice and deep and round. You're not sure how big she is, but her cock feels like it's driven all the way up your chest, tickling the bottom of your heart.

(Authors Note: I'm probably going to decrease the amount of sex I write, or gloss over the sex scenes from now on. If anyone else would like to write them, feel free, but I'm actually more interested in getting to the TF themed story I have planned, and writing sex well always requires a larger effort than I can give consistently.)