A Fucking Level-Up

I was the first.

The first of her targets. The first who fell prey to her beautiful might. The first who succumbed to those blissful carnal pleasures.

I was the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega of her mission, of her holy quest in the name of breeding and repopulating, of fucking and dominating.

My name is Devidas Mayfall, an average American boy who lives in a suburb of Atlanta and visits the community college with his friends in order to study, work and eventually die sorrowfully without savoring the pleasures of the world.

My mission on earth is to tell the future generations of the Life Goddess’s ascension, reign and departure to the divine realm as I am her apostle, the first and the last of her believers on mortal soil, the soil animated by her holy seed.

This is my tale …

Nervously glancing around I sneaked away despite promising my girlfriend Allison to meet her in front of the female bathroom for a “pleasant surprise,” as she formulated it. Two days ago I would’ve left anything and anyone for just the chance to see her, the most beautiful person on the whole campus. At least this statement was true until yesterday.

Allison was slightly older than me at 20, slightly taller than me at six foot as well as slightly more popular and by slightly I mean hundredfold.

The girl which I had proposed to nearly a year ago was of Latinamerican descent and a Latina in the flesh.

Bouncy E-Cup tits, a firm, round ass which she used to twerk and pound on my cock as well as the befitting temperament that the stereotype attributes to southamerican women were part of her arsenal.

Describing her bottom as a Bubblebutt would do it no justice since it put even those well-endowed, plastic-improved pornstars like Lela Star to shame. Yet despite its naturalness and its softness it never sagged since she frequently visited the gym and by frequently I mean daily.

Anyone who she passed drooled after her, ready to risk it all for a single chance to plunge their cocks into this cushion of meat and muscle.

Partly because of her alluring looks and partly because of my inhuman libido we fucked nearly everyday, sometimes once, sometimes twice and sometimes thrice a day to stimulate my fuckpole and her gaping cunt.

We were meant to be with each other since despite my average looks I sported a massive 8-Incher beneath my belt which I used to ravage her holes day after day, hour after hour.

Despite being officially together with the school’s typical ‘Popular Girl,’ I never received a share of this popularity, maybe because of my awkwardness, maybe because of my introversion, I don’t really know and to this day don’t care.

But deep down I always knew how lucky I had gotten with her and how I should value and praise her for accepting me the way I was and never demanding of me, a sports muffle, to visit the gym or improve my body or even go partying with her into detested crowded places.

I cherished our relationship and everything went great, few arguments, great sex and nice chemistry ameliorated each of my days. She was the sun which brightened up the gloominess around me.

Until ‘she’ appeared on campus.