Angel of Mercy (Reader Release)

Hallelujah! Angel of Mercy has finally cleared through the review process. That month and a half was the longest 2-3 days I ever saw. LOL Anyway, here it is at last.

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Angel of Mercy

It was a night like any other. I am in the second bedroom of my quaint though pricey Manhattan apartment, a room that I had converted into my office since my roommate moved out three months ago, sitting slumped at my desk as my half-vacant eyes flitted back and forth across the wide monitor. Beyond the open window that brought in a much needed August breeze I could hear the city thrumming beneath me. I lived in the heart of the greatest city in the world yet right here was where you could usually find me this time of night. Since I’d sworn off women for good I just didn’t see the point of getting out into all of that chaos. Life had become so much easier now that I only had to focus on one person. Me. It could get lonely, even a bit boring, but peace of mind came at a price. This particular evening finds me getting in some solo grinding for loot and XP on the latest time gobbling online game to catch my fancy. I didn’t love it, in truth I kinda loathed it for its repetitive boilerplate gameplay, but it filled the dead hours before bedtime as good as anything. I was still in the early rooms of the dungeon when all of a sudden…

Clunk.

I bolt up in my chair and whip my head around to stare at the room door which was open just a crack. That noise sounded close. So close that I swore it came from inside the suite! It couldn’t have been though as, like any good New Yorker, my door was always locked. In a flash my memory casts back to getting home earlier today…my arms full of groceries…then that phone call from my sister before I’d even set the bags down…fuck! I’d forgotten to lock the door behind me.

My heart rate doubles as another clunk followed by some incoherent mumbling finds my ears. They were definitely coming from somebody inside my home and by the sounds of their voice they were not in their right mind. Probably some junkie wandered over from the nearby park. As if I needed this tonight! I cast my eyes about looking for my phone. Remembering that I’d left it on the dining room table I switch gears and search for a weapon instead. At barely over five and half feet tall and weighing in at 140 pounds on a good day I wasn’t about to head out there to confront whoever this was without something in my hands to even the playing field. My eyes settle on the mug I kept beside my computer that held some pens and other things. Grabbing the pair of scissors I kept there I hold it like a shiv and hide it behind my leg as I creep toward the door.

Just as I peek through the crack I catch sight of someone at least a head taller than I was flit from the entryway toward the living room. The details I catch were scant. Besides the size all I knew was that they had long red hair and looked to be wearing some sort of frilly green dress.

“Parbolddfang…hrmm…fuckin…pbbbrrrt.”

The nonsensical gibberish coming from the figure was in a female voice. Cautiously I round the corner to see her standing on unsteady legs about ten feet away with her back to me. God damn! What a unit! She looked to be about six foot three and built like an ox. At first I thought she must have been wearing heels but her feet were bare on my hardwood floor. Though not shredded like a bodybuilder her upper back, shoulders and arms, all of which were exposed thanks to the design of her dress, were sculpted with thick muscles. Beneath the hem were two brawny calves that matched her upper body’s chiseled beefiness. Her long red locks hung straight down the center of her back in a single braid that had probably started the night tightly woven but was now fraying and coming apart. Her green dress was a fancy one, the kind a woman would wear to a graduation or wedding ceremony, which set my mind to ease about her being some mentally deranged vagrant or addict. By the smell of booze that I was catching even at this distance it appeared that she was just some lady who’d dipped a bit too deeply into her cups.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat to grab her attention, my grip on the scissors tightening. “Can I help you?”

The giant woman’s only response is to sway…then fall face first over the back of my sofa! Her skirt flips up over her back as she folds in half over the back of the sofa, her pink pantie clad ass pointed straight up to heaven. With a blush I immediately avert my eyes.

“Oh geez. Excuse me! Ma’am? Ma’am!?”

Her only reply is a loud snore.

“Great! Just great.” I mutter. Looking behind me I see a pair of green stiletto pumps on the entrance mat, the source of the clunk noises I heard earlier, and my apartment door yawning wide open. Hoping to find the rest of her party I poke my head out into the hall and look left and right. All was still and quiet. It looked like she’d come alone.

I let out a sigh and consider my options. I could call the cops to take her away to the drunk tank for the night, but that seemed unnecessary. Perhaps her purse or phone would give me a clue as to someone I might call to pick her up, but she hadn’t dropped anything else besides her shoes. With a sigh I swing my door closed and lock it. The woman was blackout drunk. She just needed a place to sleep it off. She was already passed out on my couch, what difference was it to me if she stayed there until morning. At least I could tell my nagging sister that I’d had a girl stay over this weekend and actually mean it. I loved her to bits but my big sis was WAY too worried about my nonexistent love life.

“Okay, big mama.” I say to myself as I walk back into my living room. “Let’s get you settled in.”

I walk up to her from the side wondering how I was going to hoist those tree trunk thighs up and over the back of the sofa and do so gently so as not to disturb her when I catch sight of a bulge that really ought not to have been there.

“What the…?”

Stopping in my tracks I pause then lean to my left, my eyes glued on the bugle in the crotch of her pretty pink panties. The ‘bulge’ turned out to be a plum sized testicle! Only one of them as the other had slipped out of her underwear to dangle free, perhaps during the fall. And that wasn’t the only thing to slip free of its confines. Hanging down between her thick, muscular legs dangled a thick, long, heavy cock! My eyes bulge in shock not only from the unexpected organ but the proportions of the thing. Her dick was as floppy and flaccid as the rest of her comatose body but at a glance I could see that it was EASILY thicker and longer than mine when standing at full attention.

Slowly I walk around behind her, thinking that another angle might reveal her member to be a strap-on phallus or some such thing. Instead I only confirm that it looked as real as real gets. I could see her wrinkly scrotum and gooch, everything all natural and connected. What’s more, thanks to how her panties were pulled to the side, I discover that situated between her testes and anus was…a pussy!? What the hell? I had just begun to accept that this was a trans-woman when the pretty labial folds sticking through the fiery red pubes sends that theory for a spin.

I close my eyes, shake my head, and look again. It was all there. Pussy, balls and cock. The full package.

I turn and stride into my kitchen where I begin to pace back and forth. What was she? How was she like that? And why was it so BIG? This whole thing had gone from an unusual but mundane random event to the surreal. Almost convinced that I’d seen it wrong I peek my head out again only to have confirmed yet again. What the hell!? I didn’t know if I should call somebody or take a picture or run screaming from the building.

With a jolt I stop all at once. “Get a hold of yourself, Gabe.” I whisper. “So she has a dick and a pussy. A…massive…fucking…dick and a pussy. It’s fucking huge!” With a shake of my head I pull myself together again. “Calm down. Calm down! It’s none of your damned business what she’s got between her legs. It doesn’t change a thing about what’s happening tonight.”

Taking a deep breath I let it out in a huff then turn and march straight back into the living room to do what I knew needed to be done. Trying mightily not to gawk at her one of a kind anatomy I first attempt to get one leg over the top only to have her snort and jerk her leg from my grasp. I try again with the other leg only to find the angle and weight to awkward to manage. Surrendering myself to how it must be done I squat down and take both her legs into a hug. Resting my cheek against her hamstring, her soft, musky smelling cock just inches from my face, I hold tight and heave her lower body up and over the back.

She lands on the cushions in a limp, twisted heap that looked to be about the most uncomfortable position a human body could lie.

“Oh my God.” I mutter.

Though contorted the slumbering giantess takes no notice of her predicament. It was not an easy task as the woman was HEAVY but bit by bit I am eventually able to lay her out on her back. Kneeling beside her breathing a bit heavy from the effort I pause to study her calm, peaceful face. Damn! She was pretty. Really pretty! Not in a classic way though. Her nose was a bit too wide, her upper teeth had a slight gap in the middle, her brows were thick and straight as a ruler, and she was absolutely spattered with ruddy freckles from her forehead, across her face, and spreading out down her neck and across her broad shoulders. She looked to be about thirty, very close to my own age, yet she had features I couldn’t quite put my finger on that made her look both older and younger at once to give her this ageless allure that only a precious few women I’d seen before possessed. Even ignoring what was going on beneath her dress I’d never seen a woman quite like her. She had a beauty all her own. And her soft snores were so dang cute!

Finding a warm quilt I drape it over her from her bare toes to up over her prodigious bust and even manage to get a pillow in under her head. Beside her I place a bucket in case she couldn’t make it to the bathroom to vomit then on the coffee table I put a tall bottle of water and two tablets of ibuprofen. Strangely I find myself smiling as I tuck my intruder in for the night.

“Sleep well.” I whisper as I turn out the lights.

Without a care for the progress I’d made I turn off my game and sleep my computer. Retired to my room I lay tossing and turning as questions surrounding this mystery woman dance through my mind. Questions morph into thoughts, thoughts into musings then finally into fantasies and, before long, I am jerking my dick and tickling my ass to images of big amazon women with big amazon dicks.

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The next morning I am standing over the stove frying up some bacon and sausages to go with the scrambled eggs and toast already on the plates quietly laughing at myself for my nocturnal fap session. Jerking off to imagined scenarios involving cock-wielding women was a new one for me. Hot ladies wearing strap-ons? Absolutely! But actual hermaphrodites was a major twist on my well-worn bating scenarios. I’d made half-hearted attempts at fapping to futanari stuff but I just couldn’t get into it as it was all comics and cartoons. The fact that I now knew such women actually existed, or one of them did at least, added the zest I needed to truly give myself over to the fantasy. I ended up cumming like a howitzer and in record time too. It was the first time I’d nutted to that particular kink but I already knew it wouldn’t be my last. It almost had me doubting my celibacy. Almost.

“Hohhhhhh!” A long pitiful groan announces the waking of my guest. “Killlll meeeeee.”

Moving the skillet from the hot burner to another I go to greet her. I round the corner into my living room wiping grease from my hands onto my apron. “Good morning!”

“Ohhhmmm.” She whimpers and weakly writhes as her face contorts in pure agony. For such a powerfully built woman she looked as harmless as a kitten.

“Ya hit it pretty hard last night, huh?” I come to stand across the coffee table from her. “Hope it was a good time.”

“Mrrm.” In a monumental act of will she cracks her eyes open to see who was chatting with her so cheerfully. Through bleary gray-blue eyes she stares a moment then starts to look around the unfamiliar room before looking back at me. “Did we…?”

“No.” I chuckle. Pointing down to the pain killers I say. “You’ll want those.”

She makes a feeble attempt toward the table before flopping back again with a whimper. “I can’t do it! Ohhhhh.”

“It can’t be THAT bad.” I chuckle.

“It is! Ohhhhhh! I’m dyinnng!”

“Cotton mouth?”

“Mm hm.” She pouts.

“Headache?”

“Yeah.”

“Feeling like death warmed over?”

“Ohhh.” She whimpers. “Not even warmed over.”

“It’s just a hangover.”

“I feel so baaaad.”

“Hold on.” Taking the pills I put them in her hand then open the water bottle for her and offer it. “Here you go.” Through a pained scowl she looks up at me. She might have been scary had she not looked so pathetic. Right now she was more puppy dog than pit bull. Patting her leg I say. “You’re gonna be okay.”

She pops the pills in her mouth then takes long, chugging gulps from the bottle before passing it back. “Thank youuu.” She says, her voice small and mewling. I never imagined a woman who could pop my head like a water balloon could be so strangely adorable. “Your so good to meee. Mmmmmm.”

“I’ve got coffee on.” Strolling back into the kitchen I ask. “How do you take it?”

“Mrrrm.” She groans. “Double cream, double sugar.”

“Sweet tooth, huh?”

“Mm hm. I like it sweet, like my men.”

“Pff!” I chuckle. This woman was a character, no doubt, but such a whiny nuisance. So why was I enjoying this so much?

After I bring her her coffee I settle down in the chair beside the sofa with my own mug cupped in my hands. It takes a few minutes but eventually she is able to sit up under her own power, though she keeps the blanket tucked tightly around her like a cape. She sips the much needed dose of caffeine and slumps back.

“Thank you.” She whispers softly.

“No problem.”

She looks at me for a long moment then finally says. “You sure we didn’t do it?”

“I’m sure.” I grin. “I think I’d remember that.”

“Too bad.” She grunts. “You’re cute.”

“Oh!” That was not what I’d been expecting her to say.

“I like your pajamas. Cute. So cute.” She rubs her eyes. “Mrmmm.”

“Er, thanks?”

“So…who are you?”

“I am the guy who lives here. The more pertinent question is, who are you?”

“Pertinent?” She closes her eyes as a fresh wave of agony comes over. “Ohhhh! It’s too early for big words.”

“My name’s Gabriel.” I say. “My friends call me Gabe.”

“Gabriel. Like the angel of mercy.” She makes the sign of the cross. “Oh thank you, Lord.”

“Erm, I think that’s actual Zadkiel.”

“Huh?”

“The angel of mercy. Zadkiel.”

“Whatever. Gabe. Gabe. I like it.” She murmurs then sips her coffee. “My name’s Calista. Callie to most but I like Calista.”

“Calista.” I say. “What a lovely name.”

Her face warms into an almost smile, and was that a hint of a blush beneath those freckles? “I think so too.”

“It’s nice to have a name to go with my guest.”

“Mmm.” She takes a deep breath through her nose. “Is that breakfast I smell?”

“Eggs, sausage, bacon, toast.” I answer. “Nothing like a greasy breakfast to cure a hangover.”

“You serious?” She looks at me, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe I was real. “Gabe, I think I love you!”

“Ha!”

She wriggles deeper into the sofa, squinting against the morning light. “What…happened last night? After the wedding…I can’t…” Her voice trails off.

“Search me.” I shrug. “I was here enjoying a quiet evening alone when the next thing I knew I had this giant woman in my home.”

“Heh!” She smirks with a croaking laugh. “Surprise.”

“You can say that again!” I say. “You stumbled in and passed out without a word. I figured I’d just let you sleep it off.”

Her eyes pan about, searching the room. “Where’s my phone? My bag?”

“Darned if I know.” I say. “You came in here just as you are.”

“Ah well. I’ll find’em or I won’t.”

“You’re taking it well.” Without meaning to I glance toward her crotch. By bad luck, and perhaps her being sensitive to such looks, she catches the peek!

Her eyes narrowing she asks. “You didn’t…do anything to me while I was passed out, did you?”

“No!” I exclaim.

“I’d forgive you if you did, but that’s not really cool Gabe.”

“I didn’t! No way. I’m not like that.”

“A gentleman?”

“I don’t know about that, but I’m no creep.” After a brief pause I do confess. “Although…I probably saw a bit more than I should have. But that wasn’t my fault.”

Her voice flat, her eyes locked on mine, she asks. “So you know?”

With a sigh I nod. “Yeah. You conked out with your ass in the air and your dress over your head. It was kinda hard not to notice.”

“Hm.” She sips her hot drink then very slowly sets it down on a coaster, even turning it slightly so that it sat just right. Rising to her feet to tower over the rest of the room she shrugs the blanket from her shoulders then tilts her head left then right, a audible crack accompanying each movement, before turning to me and saying. “That’s a shame. We were getting along so well.”

“A…shame?”

“You know my secret, Gabriel.” She steps forward to loom over me like a colossus. “Now I’m gonna have to kill ya. I hope you understand it’s nothin personal.”

“Wh-Wh-What!?”

“Since I like ya I’ll give you a choice.” She rubs her package through the frilly skirt of her dress. “Choking or snu-snu. Answer quick, little man.”

“Huh!?”

She slaps my shoulder and pushes me back down into the chair just as I was trying to rise then looks me square in the eye. “I’m fucking with you.” Looking around she asks. “Washroom?”

“F-First door on the right.” I point to the short hallway leading to the bedrooms. “Geeez!”

“Mm.” She grunts and shuffles off in that direction. She makes a half-hearted attempt to close the door behind her though it stops a few inches short. Without bothering to close it all the way I hear the toilet lid go up followed by the rushing hiss of a stream of urine hitting the water. She was pissing standing up! I’m not sure why that surprised me knowing what I knew. The sound amplified by the porcelain bowl to ring through the suite was significantly deeper and louder than when I did my business. It was a humbling reminder of what she was packing.

As she washes her hands and freshens up at the sink I sit there still flustered both at her death threat and the fact she’d called me cute.

Stepping from the washroom Calista stretches and flexes her goddess-like physique. “Mmm. Hey, you got something I could throw on? This dress smells like stale whiskey and…worse.”

“Uh, yeah.” I say. “Sure. I guess that’s okay. Bedroom at the end of the hall. Middle drawer of the dresser. I doubt anything’ll fit though.”

“I’ll manage.” She says as she disappears toward my bedroom.

She’s borrowing my clothes now? What an audacious pest! Hurrying back into the kitchen where I could keep an eye down the hallway, though there wasn’t much to see, I busy myself with serving out the fried meat onto the plates. Taking them to the table I set them out across from each other. “Breakfast is served.”

“Comin! Don’t start without me.”

Heavy footfalls clomp down the the hall as I settle into my chair. Cutting through the kitchen Calista returns wearing one my baggiest t shirt and a pair of sweats. The shirt that hung loose on me was stretched to the limit across her wide shoulders and over her huge tits, her nipples standing out as two prominent bumps across the taut fabric. The sweats weren’t much better as they reached only halfway down her thick calves and were so snug that they left little to the imagination when it came to her junk! It was impossible not to notice the long tubular shape that ran down her left inner thigh. Her hair she had freed from its braid to hang loosely over her shoulders giving her the aura of some viking goddess of battle.

She sits down across from me with a thud and looks over her meal. After seeing her size and physique last night I prepared what I thought was an appropriate amount of food, which was 4 each of egg, bacon and sausage. By her smile I could see that she approved. Picking up the fork she goes straight for the meat. Stabbing three of the strips of bacon at once she stuffs it into her mouth and starts to chew.

“Mmmm!”

I try to hide my smile as I look down at my own much lighter breakfast and start to eat.

As she munches she stares across at me with the strangest look then turns her head to peer out the North facing window beside us to the bustling city below. “Oh wow! Is that Bryant Park!?”

“Mm hm.” I nod. She really was blitzed last night. She didn’t even realize what part of the city she was in.

“Cool. Nice location!” She looks around the suite. “Nice place. Must cost a bunch, huh?”

I smirk and shake my head. Calista was not one for mincing words. “I used to have a roomie but since my promotion I’ve taken it on myself.”

“Good job, huh?”

“I do okay.”

“Climbing the ladder, huh? Grats on the promotion.”

“Thank you.” With pride I sit a bit taller. “I worked hard for it.”

“You’re neat and tidy.” She says as she snarfs two sausages in a bite, the meat doing nothing to pause her talking. “I am sensing the lack of a feminine touch.”

“Er, yeah.”

“Hey, Gabe. You think I’m pretty?”

“Um, sure. Yeah. Of course. Really pretty.”

“Aww! You’re not just sayin that?”

“No. You are very attractive.”

Brightening by the second she stares at me for a few seconds before asking. “You got a girl, Gabe?”

“Nah.”

“You do now.” She states with a nod. “Mm hm.”

I go still a moment as I replay what she’d just said. “Excuse me?”

She sits tall, a big grin on her greasy lips. “You don’t even know me and you take me in. You look after me. You make me breakfast. You don’t make a big deal about my dick.” Reaching across she takes my forearm in a vicelike grip. “Good income. Pretty face. Sweet little ass. Face it Gabe, you’re the perfect man!” She pats my arms and returns to eating. “It’s decided. You’re mine now.”

Sweet little ass!? I sit there staring not sure if I ought to be flattered or aghast. “You have to be joking.”

“Why not?” She says. “Something wrong with me or something?”

“I never said that! It’s just…I don’t even know you.”

“My name is Calista. I work as a mover for a little company in Hoboken. I got an African Gray Parrot named Mister Pepper. My hobbies are blacksmithing and board games.”

“Blacksmithing?”

“Pretty cool, huh?” She smiles.

“Different.”

“You already know I look good in a dress. I dress up nice, huh? Real pretty, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“And you’re hot. Those green eyes, wow! We clearly belong together.”

“Calista…”

“Come on, please?” She sets down her fork to plead her case. She was serious! “I’ll treat ya nice, Gabe. I’ll be loyal. I’ll put out, as much as you want.” She winks. “As long it’s mutual.”

“Are you crazy or something?”

“Mom says I march to my own drummer.

“She’s not wrong.”

“Ha! Right? He he he! I don’t got no diseases or nothing if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Diseases!? Callie…”

“Calista.”

“Calista…”

She holds out her hands to stop me. “I’m taller than you. I know. Some guys get funny about that. Especially little cuties like you. But you’re not insecure about something as minor as that, are you?”

“Well, no, but…”

“There ya go!”

“Calista…”

“If this is about my massive schlong…”

“Pbbst!”

“…I can’t help the way I was born. I got a pussy too ya know. I won’t leave ya wanting.” She bristles as if I’d somehow insulted her. “You want kids or somethin? I can do that if things get that far. All my parts are workin. But aren’t you getting a bit ahead of yourself? We just met! Geez, Gabe! Slow down.”

“Oh my God. Is this a dream?”

“Heh! Are you calling me your dream girl?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Maybe it’ll be a wet dream. He he he.”

“Pfft!” She pulls a laugh from me by her sheer absurdity.

Leaning across the table she lowers her voice, a naughty grin spreading across her face. “I, uh, happened to notice the dildo in the room there.”

“EXCUSE ME!?”

“And seeing as how there’s no Mrs. Gabriel around, well…he he he, I have to assume it’s for you.” Her thick eyebrows waggle up and down. “Naughty boy.”

“What were you doing snooping around my room!? I told you to go to the dresser, that’s it!”

“Ha!” She claps her hands and points. “I knew you had one!”

“Wha?”

“Ha ha ha!” She slaps my shoulder. “Girls like me got an eye for little butt sluts like you. Don’t worry, Gabe. I never messed with your shit.”

I sit sputtering, realizing that I’d been had. She’d tricked me into confessing my secret kink with embarrassing ease. She had me all kinds of flustered!

“This is a joke. This is a practical joke.” I say. “It’s gotta be. It’s GOT to be! You can’t be real.”

“I am! And I can be all yours. Gimme a chance, Gabe. You’re single. I’m available. What’ve we got to lose, huh? Hanging out alone on a Saturday night can’t be as fun as hangin with me. I guarantee that. You’ll see.”

“My sister.” I point at her. “My sister sent you.”

“You have a sister too!” Her smile brightens. “Mine got married yesterday, that’s why…”

Ignoring her babble I am shaking my finger at her. “It was my sister alright. Yeah. She called last night getting on me again about being alone.”

“Aw, she’s lookin out for you. Encouraging you. That’s so nice. My sis just teases me about it.”

“Nah. Nah, nah, nah. I’m not falling for…whatever this is. Nice try, Calista. If that is even your real name.”

She cocks her head. “Wh-What do you mean, Gabe?”

“I mean you. This. Everything. Verrry funny, Sis.” I chuckle. “She’s outdone herself this time. You are something else, Callie. One of a kind. What freak show did she find you at?”

Her smile slowly fades into a hurt scowl and then a pout. Her brows furrow and I genuinely worried for my safety until that jutting bottom lip began to tremble. Her large gray-blue eyes begin to glimmer with tears! Only now did I register what I’d actually said to her!

“Oh, God. Calista. I…I didn’t mean that.”

Her head bows low, her broad shoulder slump. “I’m not a freak show. I’m different. I just…different.”

“No! Oh my God. I never…I never meant that.”

“I thought you were different too.” She sniffles and shifts awkwardly. Sitting back with her hands on her legs and her eyes staring down at them she whispers. “Cause you were so nice to me when you didn’t have to be.”

I sigh, feeling absolutely retched for my cruelty. Joke or no joke Calista had not deserved that. I couldn’t believe I’d said it! Making it worse was that I was quickly getting the sense that this was no prank. Calista might be odd but she was genuine. With her feelings bruised and me at a loss for words an unbearable silence falls over the room.

She takes a deep breath and swallows, then says in a low, fragile voice. “My little sister’s not like me. She’s small and pretty and polite and normal and…perfect. She’s perfect.” A tear rolls down her cheek. “She got married yesterday. To a real nice guy. She always had a real nice guy. Never without a hot guy on her arm. She had her pick. And she chose to nicest of’em to marry.” She takes a breath. “I’m happy for her. Really I am. But yesterday…seeing her up there…everyone looking at how pretty she was and how handsome he was…everyone saying how perfect they were…seeing how happy they were together…seeing all the couples dancing…and me there without a date…it made me feel alone, ya know?”

“Yeah. I know.” I say softly, recalling my own sister’s wedding where I was one of few singles there. “I’ve been there.”

Wiping the tear from her cheek she smiles a sad smile. “You might not believe this Gabe but I, um, I’ve never been that lucky with the boys. Bein a big girl, ya know? They like’em…delicate and less…blunt. They like other girls. Smarter. Prettier. Always knowing what to say and how to act. Not making things weird and awkward every time they open their pretty lips.” She sighs. “And once they see under the dress…well…that’s the end of that now isn’t it?” Picking up her napkin she brings it to her nose and blows it, loud enough to rattle the cutlery, then folds it neatly and set it down again. “Last night I swore to myself I was gonna get myself a man. No matter what.” She swallows hard. “I got plenty of laughs…all of them laughing at my stupid drunk ass…but, no men. Not any of the nice ones.” She finally looks up again to gaze into my eyes. “When I woke up and saw you…I thought…maybe…I’d just…” She shakes her head. “Stupid, I know.”

Reaching across the table I offer Calista my hand. After a hesitation I am heartened when she accept it. With my slender hand I hold her large mitt and give it a squeeze.

“It’s not stupid.” I say. “And neither are you. You want what everybody wants.” Reminded of my own chosen chastity I shake my head. “Even if they try to convince themselves otherwise. Calista, I am so sorry that I said what I said.”

“It’s okay.” She nods. “I’m used to it.”

Fuck. That made it feel even worse. “I don’t know what those other guys or your sister’s been telling you, but you are pretty Calista. And maybe you are a bit…rough around the edges, but you know what?”

“What?”

“That just makes you more rare. More real. A one of a kind. It’s their loss.” I say. “And I can assure you that there are guys who can appreciate someone that stands out from the crowd of boring ‘perfect’ girls.” Leaning closer I give her hand a shake. “Hey, can we start again?”

Her smile was back and it was beaming brighter than the morning sun reflecting off the steel and glass high rises out the window.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Can I be your girlfriend?” She says with a sniffling giggle. “Please?”

I laugh and shake my head. “You really are a bit cracked, aren’t you?”

“One of a kind.” She says.

“What if I told you that I’ve sworn off of women.”

“What if I told you that I’m not leaving here until you agree.”

“Ha! You’re not going to force me to toss you outta here I hope. I’d hate to get physical with a lady.”

“Pff! I’d like to see ya try, cutie!”

I continue to chuckle. My friends, my sister, my parents would all be telling to run for the hills from this eccentric and overbearing behemoth, but damned if she didn’t make me smile. On the inside and the outside. I mean…what the hell did I have to lose except a whole lot of lonely nights? Her showing up here had been the most exciting thing to happen to me in…ages! I enjoyed nursing her hangover, I enjoyed cooking for somebody again, and I enjoyed her bonkers personality. I had meant what I’d told to her earlier. Some guys did want something different from the norm. Some guys like me. And you couldn’t get much different than Calista! Besides, she’d pegged me right when she’d guessed I owned a dildo and I couldn’t help but be tempted by the thought of her pegging me in another way as well. After years of always choosing the safe decision I could feel a hell of a gamble coming on.

“You only live once.” I mutter to myself as I push my chips all-in. Straightening up I take on a very serious demeanor, like I did at work when negotiating a deal. “Alright then, what are the terms?”

“Terms?”

“Three month trial? Or shall we make it six?”

“Are you serious?” Her eyes go wide, then before I could answer she cuts in. “One year.”

“Nine months.”

“Uh, okay.”

“Agreed.”

“PFFT! You’re joking!”

“Smoker?”

“Nope.”

“Drinker?”

“Not usually.” With a guilty scrunch of her face she adds. “For obvious reasons.”

“My place or yours?”

“Wha!? We’re shacking up together!?”

“Oh, you’re getting cold feet now?”

“NO!” With a snorting giggle she clamps her hand around mine and holds it tight. “Um…yours. My place sucks. Although…I can’t afford a place like this.”

“You cover the groceries, I’ll take care of the rest?”

“Deal!” She slaps the table. “He he he! We really doin this?”

“We’re still negotiating.”

“You’re crazy, Gabe!”

“One of a kind.” I wink. “This parrot of yours…”

“Mister Pepper.”

“Noisy? Messy? Housebroken?”

“He’s a saint!” She says. “Though I did kinda teach him all the swear words. Like ALL of them. But if he calls you a cunt it just means he likes you.”

I have to hold back my laughter as I maintain my business-like facade. “Acceptable. And what about you? You’ll do your share of the chores?”

“Oh yeah. I’m no slob, Gabe.”

With a straight face I continue. “Big spoon or little?”

“Big.”

“Excellent.” I nod. “Top or bottom.”

“Top!”

“That could work.” I say as my dick twitches in excitement. “I think we have ourselves a deal.”

“Deal!” Grabbing my hand she nearly shakes my arm from its socket. “It’s official now.”

“One last question.”

“Hm?”

“It’s our zeroeth anniversary. Flowers or chocolates?”

“Sex.”

“Yes, please.”

There is a moment of sudden still as we stare at each other. The air crackles with sexual tension as we each waited to see who would speak or act first. Keeping a hold of my hand Calista rises, steps around the table, then in one mighty movement pulls me up off of my chair and up over her shoulder! Lifting me as effortlessly she would a lamp or chair at her moving job Calista stands and strides toward the bedroom with me over her shoulder cavewoman style.

“Ha ha ha ha!” I laugh like I hadn’t in a long time. To be manhandled like this by a smoking hot babe was…arousing! “Be gentle!”

“Heh! That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Mercy! OOMPH!” The wind is nearly knocked out of me as Calista slams me down on the bed. This girl liked to play rough! I’d barely stopped bouncing when she suddenly grabs me by the ankle and hauls me down and off the foot of the bed! After landing on the floor on my butt I still hadn’t gotten my bearings when the next thing I knew my head was in a double hand grip and I was being lifted to my knees. Towering over me Calista looms larger than life. Gawking up at her in awe I whimper. “Eep!”

“Heh, heh, heh.” She chuckles. “You squeak nice.” With a tug she pulls my long blond hair from out of its man bun only to take a grip of my locks as they spill free. With her other hand she pushes down the waist band of her borrowed sweats. “And she’s got just what you been needin.”

Out from her pants swings an anaconda as thick as my wrist and as long as my forearm! I knew she was hung last night but back then she’d been flaccid. While she wasn’t hard she was well on her way. Fuck she was BIG! My hair in one hand and her massive schlong in the other she wastes no time in jamming her spongy knob against my lips.

“Come on, lover.” She croons as she smears it around my mouth. “I know you want it.”

How right she was! Left to my own devices I might have gotten here in an hour or more but with her holding my head and forcing her dick onto me made my inhibitions shatter. Given no other choice than to take it I simply had to accept that I LOVED IT!

“Mmm! Ahhmmm! Lllmmm!” My lips open I start to kiss and lick and suck at her huge glans as she rubs it back and forth across my face. “Hahhh!”

“That’s it.” She says through a grin. “So cute. You’re just desperate for some real girl cock, aren’t ya lover?”

“Mmm! Yes!” I keep trying to catch her tip in my mouth as she teased it close then dragged away again. “Ahhm!”

“Beg for it. Beg for it, cutie. Beg for my dick.”

“Hahhh!” A pleading whine escapes me that I could not believe had come from my own mouth. “Please! Oh, yes! Please let me suck your dick!” I don’t know what had come over me. I’d always enjoyed playing with my toys but this was something else entirely. The musky smell, the fleshy feel, the sight of the this huge cock, my first REAL penis, attached to this beautiful brute of a woman was driving me CRAZY! Cock crazy! Calista had unlocked something inside of me that I don’t think I’d ever be able to contain again. “Mmmm! Please! Please give me your big cock! Pl…MRRMMM!” My pleas are cut short by Calista jamming her still partially soft member through my lips. As I latch on and suck the flesh filling my maw I am filled with a sense of joy and satisfaction I’d never felt before. “Mmmmmm!”

“Ohhhh, Gabe!” Calista moans. “Suck that cock you shameless little man!”

“Mrrrrm!” Hearing those words in a woman’s dulcet voice fans my flames higher. Taking hold of the girthy root of her cock I suck and slather the first four inches of her member with all I had. “Mlllmmm!”

“Teeth!”

“Mrm!” I force my jaw wider so as not to scrape her growing shaft.

“Mmm, better. You’re really good at this, Gabe.”

“Mmmmmm.” She gave me a couple more words of encouragement but I was far to consumed by giving head to really hear them. Her skin soft and warm though the throbbing flesh beneath had hardened like steel. The difference between this and a dildo was day and night. To feel a real, living penis growing, flexing, reacting to my touch…I swore right then that I would never suck silicone again. “Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!” Still holding her base, my thumb and middle finger held well apart by her incredible girth, I start to bob forward and back. Gazing up into her beautiful steely eyes I suck cock like I was born to. “Mm! Mm! Mrm!”

“He he he!” She controls my rhythm by the hand holding my hair, her other hand playing delicately with my earlobe. “You’re trying to make me cum quick. It’s not going to work.”

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”

“But please! Do try.” Her eyes roll back as a look of ecstasy washes over her. “Ohhhh.” Pulling my head, pushing her hips, she drives her cock deeper down my throat! “OHHH!” All those nights testing and pushing the limits of my gag reflex on my toys found their culmination as Calista finds the entrance to my throat…only for me to go for more! Her knob fills my throat as I take her an extra few inches. “OHHH FUCK!”

“Glrrgh!” Mouth full, throat stretched, tears running down my cheeks I hold her deep for a long as I can before pulling back. Feeling my tug she pulls me free. “Pahhhh!” I take in a great gasping breath the moment her shiny wet schlong springs from my lips. “Oh my God!” Panting, drool dripping from my lips and streamers of spit still connecting her dick to my mouth, I look up at her stunned face with pride.

“You can deep throat!?” She says. “I LOVE YOU!”

“He he he.” Opening my mouth wide I tug needily at her hand, my hair acting like a leash holding a dog back from its bone. Little pleading whimpers escape me without shame as my lips reach for her fat tip that hung so frustratingly close. “Ahhh! Mmaahh!”

“You want it, baby?” She asks. “Here it comes!”

“GLRMMM!” My eyes bulge as in one smooth go Calista thrusts over half of her over twelve inches straight down my greedy gullet. Grabbing my head in both hands she commences to face fuck me. “GLG! GLM! MMM!” Wet, sucking, gurgly sounds fill the air as she uses my mouth as her own personal flesh light.

“Yeah! Yeah, baby! Take that big cock! I got all you need.”

“MM! GLM! RRM!” I rock with her thrusts, grabbing breath through my flared nostrils when I could, as I suck her hard and deep. Beneath my shirt her tits bounce to our rhythm and her thick muscles coil and flex. Deeper, deeper, deeper she plunges down my throat until I could juuuust feel her heavy swinging balls brushing against my chin.

“Oh Gabe! Fuck!” Her voice rises. “FUCK! GNNNNGH!” The next thing I knew she was buried balls deep and an instant later is pulled out completely. Dazed and panting I look up just in time for the first hot and salty rope of lady semen to get painted across my face. “Ohhhhh!” She groans as she pumps her jizz all over my face and chest.

“Hahhhh!” I mewl, mouth open wide, while accepting my first facial. Unsurprisingly given the size of her nuts it was a facial for the ages! Wad after wad after icky, stick wad splatters over my smiling face. I was in my glory! “Ummm.”

“Ohhhhhh.” She milks herself to the end of her climax then goes relaxed with a huff.

“Mmm.” I smile and shift closer. Gently I kiss her tip then wrap my lips around it to suckle the dregs of her load into my already cum coated mouth. “Mmmmm.”

“Ohhh.” She croons and pets my hair gently, the beast within her tamed for the moment. “Ohhh, Gabe. That was incredible.”

“Mmm.” I suck off of her and lick my lips. “He he he.” She takes deep breath, gives me a dreamy look, then peels out of her shirt. Grabbing me by my pajama top with one hand she hoists me to my feet. Wiping off my messy face with the t shirt she tosses it aside and pull me in for a deep, powerful kiss! “MMMM!”

“Mrrrmmm!” She growls back into my mouth as her tongue explores mine. Her power! Her aggressiveness! Oh my God! Releasing the kiss she looks me eye to eye and says. “Sex. Now.” Without waiting for and answer she TEARS my top apart! Buttons careen in all directions. With heavy jerks and janks Calista strips me of my shirt with one hand while her other gropes my body. “Sexy man!”

I go to grab her tits in return but before I even got halfway there I’d been shoved back down onto the bed. “Oof! What about some romantic music or…”

“Sex! Now!”

I laugh. “Yes, Ma’am! Ahhh!” Calista had grabbed the hems of my pajama pants and was frantically wrenching them free from my body. Grabbing onto the blankets I hang on for dear life as my bottoms are whipped away. “I’ll do it!” I yelp when her eyes snap back up to my underwear. Wriggling free I toss them to the side.

“Pfft!” She slaps a hand over her mouth the moment she catches sight of my penis, her blue eyes dance with mirth. At five and half inches and a fraction of her girth my manhood was a toothpick compared to mighty oak.

“Hey now!” I point at her. “Be nice.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She says innocently. “He he he!” Her wide eyes glued to my junk she puts her hand back over her grin to hold back her giggles for a couple of seconds before showing it again to peep loudly. “CUUUUUTE!”

“Ha ha ha!” Grabbing my hard pecker I wave it back and forth. “You think so?”

“Mm hm.” She nods.

“Just don’t call it small.”

“He he he!” With a titter she…dives on top of me!

“OOMPH!”

“The cutest boyfriend in the world has the cutest dick in the world.” She says while kissing me all over the face and chest. “How’d I get so lucky to stumble in here, huh?”

“Ha ha ha!”

I wrap my arms around her shoulders and run my hands up and down her muscular back. Her tits mash into my chest, her monster cock crushes my boner, her great weight presses me down into the mattress…HEAVEN! Smooch after smooch she kisses down my body until in one great NOM she engulfs my entire dick in her mouth. Once her lips were wrapped tight…she SUCKS!!!

“GNNNNGH! FUCK!” I gasp as she damn near sucks my balls up through my dick. I stroke her long, soft red hair. “Eaassy! I’m just a delicate man.”

“He he he.” She looks up with an adorably innocent bat of her eyes. “Sorry.” She licks my penis. “He he he. Cutie.” She licks my balls, her flicking tongue flitting from one to the other. “Cute, cute, cute.”

“Calista…”

“Mm?”

“Nothin.” I was just going to have to get used to my junk being ‘cute’.

“He he he.” She rises to her knees and flips me over like a pancake.

“Oh fuck! Are you gonna…?”

Before the question had been asked it was answered when she spreads my ass wide and spits on my hole! “Mmmmm!”

“Gnngh!” I groan as a long finger is pushed through my anus. “Ohhhh fuuuuuck!”

“That was easy.” She titters. “Naughty boy.”

“I told you…rrrmmmmm…I owned a dildo.” My moans rise as another digit joins the first and she begins to finger my bussy. Back when I was in the dating game I’d only convinced one girl to touch me back there but she wasn’t anywhere as good as Calista. “Ohhhh fuuckin…ohhhhh!” I push me head down and my ass up. “OHHHHH!”

“I was teasing about that butt slut comment.” She says. “But I nailed it first time, huh?”

“Yes! YES! OHHH FUCK, YES!”

“Mmm.” She squeezes my ass cheek while finger banging me faster and faster. “What an ass. What…an…ASS! Mmmmm.” The groping ends and soon after I could hear the sounds of fapping as she got herself nice and hard so that she could mount me.

“Hrmmm! Mmmm!” I am moaning like a whore as her fingers do things to me I never imagined possible. Having somebody else do this was a WHOLE different experience. “Ohhhhh God! Yessssss!”

“Here I come, baby.” She pulls her fingers out and I could feel her rise over me from behind.

“Yes! YES!” She grabs my hips. “NO!”

“No?” She swats my bottom. “Why no?”

“LUBE!” I cry. “For God’s sake! I’ve never taken anything that big!”

“Ohhhh! Ha ha ha!” She smacks my other cheek. “Of course.”

Stretching out I fumble at the drawer of my bedside table before finally getting it open. Reaching in I fish out the half-full tube of anal lube and toss it back to her. Snatching it right out of the air Calista looks at it a moment before opening it and squeezing the contents over her schlong like mustard over a New York footlong.

“That coulda been a disaster.” She says as she drops the tube to her side and starts to work the copious amount of lubricant she’d squirted all over her titanic member.

Grabbing a pillow I pull it close and hang onto it like a life preserver. My hard cock twitching and my asshole quivering I lay still and wait for my greatest fantasy, which had only last night been revealed to me, to come true.

When she presses her knob against my whole I thought at first it was her fist! Glancing back over my shoulder I confirm that it was pure cock meat knocking at my back door. Seeing me look she giggles and winks.

“Ohhh God.” I whisper as I face forward again and hug my pillow tighter. She was bigger than any toy I’d ever tried. WAY bigger. I prayed that I was ready for… “OHHH GOD!!!”

“Oops!” From a firm pressure to an asshole rending twelve inches deep in the matter of just a couple of seconds Calista launches me straight into the deep end of anal sex, and I do mean DEEP!

“GGGNNGGHHHHH!!!” My body quakes at the sudden massive intruder filling my bowels and belly, stretching my hole, and crushing my prostate like I’d never experienced. “AAAAHHHH!!!”

“I’m sorry!” Just as quick she pulls all the way out again!

“OHHHH GOD!” I wail in relief and agony. “FUCK!!!”

“OHH! Sorry!” She peeps. “Oh, geez.”

A shudder runs through me as I peek back at her again to find her hiding behind her hands, big guilty eyes peeking over. “Calista?”

“Mm?”

“Is this your first time?”

“Um…sort of?”

“Sort of?”

“Sort of…yes? But I practiced a lot.”

Reaching back I offer my hand, and she takes it. “Okay.”

Not knowing what else to say she blurts out. “I love you!”

I smile. “Try again?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well, at least we know I can take it now.” I say. My spasming ass was sore but nothing felt wrong.

“He he he. Yeah.”

“Okay.” I huff, patting her hand. “Just…slower. Easier.”

“You’re just a delicate man?”

“Exactly.”

“I got excited.”

“That’s okay, baby.” I relax back into position again, the smile on my face growing. “That’s okay.”

“Here we go.” She presses her cock against my ass and, just like first time, goes too hard and jams straight inside. This time though it was just a mere eight inches.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I groan. When I feel her shift I squeal. “DON’T…move! Rrrrrmmm….fuuuuuuuuck!”

“He he he.” She slaps her hands down onto my buttocks and smashes me down into the bed, but mercifully she leaves her cock just where it was.

“Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh! OHHHHHH!” I groan and I groan as I struggle to adapt to incredible size of the dick inside of me. She was so fucking much to take! “Rrrrrr.” Through clenched teeth I growl while my anus slowly adapts. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh.”

“That sounds better.” She says softly, petting my bum before spanking it.

“Mmmm!” I nod. “Better! Ohhh Calista. Ohhhhhh!

With each passing second the ache and agony was easing. Though not disappearing much of it was turning from pain to pleasure. Of my toys my biggest one was my favorite but little had I known that the joy only continued to go up from there.

“Holy fuck you’re big!”

“Fourteen inches, just for my man.”

“Fourteen!? OHHHHHH!!!” Just as I said the number Calista decides she’d waited long enough for me to feel the rest of her again! “GNNNNGHHHH!!!”

“Ohhhh, Gabe!” She gasp as she goes full hilt once more, her fat balls completely engulfing mine beneath them. “So warm and tight and…ohhh. This is the best feeling in the world!”

“OHHHHHHHH!!!” Eyes shut tight I bury my face in the pillow and SCREAM! “MRRRRMMMM!!!” She was so fucking big! So fucking deep! She touching me in ways and in places I didn’t even know was possible. It felt like I’d sat on a fucking fire hydrant! “OOOHHMMMMMM!!!”

“He he he.” She tickles her fingers across my back. “I feel you squeezing me. I like it!”

I was no condition to be holding cutesy couple conversations right now. My entire focus was dominated by this terrible, torturous, AMAZING sensation of being stuffed to fucking gills!

“Ohhh my God.” I whisper. “Fuck me.”

“What?”

“Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!”

Whap!  She lays a stinging spank to the side of my butt. “I thought you’d never ask!”

My spine crackles as she plants her hands into the center of my back and leans her weight forward. The very next moment my eyes are rolling back and my toes curling as she pulls her monster member halfway out only to glide it back in again until she grinding tight to my ass.

“OHHHHHHHHH!” I moan with wanton lust. I couldn’t have held it back had I wanted to. The bliss of being anally dominated overpowered everything else. ‘OHHHH!”

“Yeah.” Calista has me quivering with another thrust…then another…then another! “Ohhh, that’s nice! That’s niiiice!”

“Ohhh! Yesss! Fuck meeee! Fuck meeeeee!” Faster, smoother, stronger her thrusts continue. With each plunging stroke her cock seemed to go on forever. The mind-breaking sensation of her sliding through my taut, straining asshole took me to a new plane of existence. “FUCK MEEE!!!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Through the haze of heavenly agony and hellish ecstasy I can hear the steady beat of flesh on flesh ring off the walls. Above me this giant woman pounds down into my hole with relentless power and passion.

“Ohh, Gabe! Yes! Fuck, baby! YES!” She takes one of my arms and puts it behind my back, followed by the other, then grabs them together and pushes them down into my back. She had me completely at her mercy, and I loved it!

“OHHHHHHH!!!”

“Ohhh my GOD! So good! So good!”

“Rrrrnnnghh!!!” She didn’t realize it, I didn’t even realize it until it was already upon me, but her ass destroying girth had sent me right over the edge! My dick sandwiched hard between my body and the bed was busting hot seed. “MMMMM!” My face in the pillow I scream my rapture as the powerful throbbing bursts of pure pleasure radiate out from my balls and spasming hole.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

I would have writhed, I would have bucked and thrashed across the bed, but the way Calista had me pinned down I couldn’t do anything but get fucked and fucked and fucked. Oblivious to my orgasm Calista just keeps…on…fucking!

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

My climax goes on and on as she fucks drop of cum out of me then continues to hammer down even harder and even faster!

“Hahhh! AOHHHH! Ahhahhhh!” My mewling wails fill the air as my post-nut clarity is pounded out of me before it could even begin! I’d managed to cum hands-free a couple of time before but never had I kept going. With Calista I wasn’t even given the chance to tap out. “OHHHHH!”

“Yeah!” She spanks my ass. “Fuck yeah! I love this ass. This ass is mine! MINE!”

“OHHHHHH!!!”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love youuu!”

“Tell me you need me.”

“I need youuu!”

“Tell me whose sweet ass this is!”

“YOURS!”

“Say my name, baby!”

“CALISTAAAA! I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!!!”

“Ha ha!” Whap!  “MY man!”

“OHHHHH!!!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

There was no switch up in technique, no shift in position or rhythm, holding me down beneath her Calista continues to fuck me with the strength and endurance of a stallion. I don’t have a clue how long she ravages my body. I knew I came again somewhere in there, though I don’t know how, and that orgasm seemed to last forever. Long past when the cum had stopped dribbling from my half-flaccid cock. It was incredible!

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

At some point, though I missed the change, I suddenly found myself being spooned by her. She was laying with her full weight on top of me and her strong arms around me. The hammering thrusts had been replaced with long, easy strokes. Her huffing breath roars across my ear as she makes love to me.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” She whispers.

“Cum.” I beg in a raspy voice. “Cum for me.”

“Ohhhhhh.” Her sweet voice rises, her hips suddenly buck double time. “Ohhh, God. HAH!” Her breath catches and she suddenly goes still. Thrumming through my ass and guts I feel a strong, rythmic…throb…throb…throb…as Calista pumps her massive load deep inside of me.

“Ohhhhhh, yesssssss!” I weakly hiss as I at last receive my bottom’s reward for job well done.

“PAHHHH!” She takes in a great gulp of hair having held it for half of her climax before she squeezes me tight in her all encompassing hug as I squeeze her tight down below and lets out a long, satisfied moan. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

***

When I wake up I am still face down and she is sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me, completely naked and with her breakfast plate in her hand. “Hey there!”

I struggle to make sense of the scene. I’d passed out? How long?

“Ohhhhhhh.” I warble meekly as my feeling returns. I felt so fucking empty, my asshole was sore and gaping and leaking, my body ached in places old and new, and I felt totally…completely…ENTIRELY used up. Used up in most delightful ways! “Ohhhhhhhhhh.”

She giggles and smacks my butt with her fork before using it to scoop up some scrambled eggs and pop them into her mouth. “That was fun! Not bad for my first time I’d say.”

“Mrmmy.” I whimper, my overloaded circuitry unable to summon a word never mind string any together.

“Thank you!” She says, interpreting my noise for a compliment.

“Hrmmllbrst…”

“Easy for you to say. He he he. So we’re really a couple now?” She says, chipper as could be. “Really?”

“Mmm.” Raising a trembling hand I extend a thumbs up, then let it collapse back down to the bed. I was in no position to argue.

“Ohhhhh!” She squeals in delight and kisses me, leaving some egg behind as she does. “I’m so happy I found this place. Mmm.” She shovels in the final bit of her breakfast into her mouth. “Mmm!” After gulping it down she pats my bum and gives it a grope. “Hey, let’s go do something today. He he he. When you’re ready. I thought we might take a walk along the Brooklyn Bridge.”

Walk? Walk!? I’m not sure I’d ever walk again! “Ohhhhh!”

“Oh, quit moaning.” She titters and gives me a shake. “I’ve got a hangover too, ya know. We’ll manage.” Leaning over me she smooches my butt cheek then my face cheek. Brushing my hair to the side she tilts her head and looks at me closely. “Gabe?”

“Mmm?’

“I love you!”

“Mrrm.” I smile as I gaze up at her beaming freckled face. I barely knew this woman but right then I swear I would have died for her. I didn’t know if I’d survive Calista but I did know, without a shadow of a doubt, that what I had been doing before she showed up hadn’t been truly living. I was done just surviving. Life was for the living! Filled with a brand new zeal for the future, and whole lot of cum, I somehow manage to form two almost-words. “Lurve wooo!”

“He he he!”

The End