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She bit her lower lip then said, “You don’t need a condom.”

  He said, “You sure?”

  “Yeah,” she said, “you can come inside me.”

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  Harrison reeled, almost falling backward again. The way she said it was so sexy. Shoulders back, breasts thrust out, when she said You can come inside me she ran her fingers through her hair and tossed her locks behind her. Then she sat down so her pussy rested on his testicles.

  He said, “You want me to come inside you?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped, a sexy little sound. “Come inside me.”

  She got over top of him now, her hands and elbows up on the pillow and kissed at his neck. One hand went down and stroked him. She said, “You going to fuck me?”

  He said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

  “I want you to,” she said, jerking him.

  He said, “Put it in.”

  She said, “Yeah?”

  “You do it.”

  “You’re so big,” she said.

  “You do it,” he said, “sit on it so you’re comfortable.”

  She said, “I’ve never had anyone but Harrison.”

  “You’ll be okay. I’ll be careful.”

  Her sly smile faded, and she looked serious for a moment. “You don’t have to be.”

  He laughed, said, “I don’t?”

  She said, “I can take it.”

  “That’s my girl,” he said, hands caressing at her waist.

  She kissed his neck again, hand hidden between them but her elbow moving in and out as she jerked his big cock. Then she was up, and he stroked her thighs; she was admiring his masculine body.

  Leaning forward over him, her hands went to his chest. She rubbed all over, his nipples moving around as she forcefully kneaded the skin overtop the solid muscle underneath. She sat down on the underside of his cock, her pussy making contact with his hard sex organ. Harrison’s heart fluttered. The shaft still poked out, his huge cock head flared and ready for action. She gripped Colt’s neck, gasping and sighing, drawing out the moment as Harrison thought he was going to die. There was still a chance she wouldn’t do this. Still a chance that she would remain his. But then she began to hump and oil herself on him, and Colt bucked her off, pushed her on her back, her head was in the pillows underneath him. Taylor gasped with surprise but surrendered to him, opening her legs as he got over her.

  She whispered, “I thought you were going to let me do it.”

  “You were taking your time and I’m dying for your pussy.”

  She bit her lower lip, smiled. “I’m nervous.”

  He said, “I thought you said you could take it ...”

  “I can,” she said, “give it to me ... give me your cock.”

  Colt pushed her knees up to her chest, and she straightened her legs out, her toes practically out the window. Harrison resisted the tremendous urge to caress her feet. Taylor stroked the backs of her thighs and watched Colt press her shining pussy with the head of his cock.

  She said, “Put it in me. Please, put it all the way in me ...”

  He said, “I bet you have a tight pussy.”

  “The tightest,” she sighed and Colt slid himself inside her.

  She cried out in pain. A bright sound and Harrison’s heart condensed to stone in his chest, a hard beating shape scratching up against his ribs. The sound of her voice as she was penetrated by another man echoed in his head, repeated endlessly, and he knew he’d never forget it.

  Colt slowly pushed that huge thing inside her until his hips pressed her ass. It didn’t happen quickly. Her nails dug into his thick arms, she gripped handfuls of his tricep muscles as he pushed himself deeper. “Oh my God,” she said, “oh my God, it’s so big, oh my God ...”

  “You okay?” he asked her.

  “No,” she said, “hold on ...”

  He said, “Does it hurt?”

  “It’s okay,” she said.

  “Are you sure?”

  After a few beats, she said, “Yeah.”

  “I thought you could take it?”

  She gave a little light laugh, said, “I can take it.

  “I’ll go easy,” he said. “Your pussy feels unbelievable.”

  “Does it?” Taylor’s bare chest rose and fell rapidly, her fingers touched at the sides of her legs nervously.

  “You feel so good,” Colt said and withdrew himself a little. She gasped again. As she tilted her chin up, her face was so close to Harrison he could reach out and touch her lips. He could lean in and kiss her.

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  At times like this, anxious and perplexed, contact and connection with her true self thinned to jangled wire. Her own voice coming at her with conflicting views a dozen-fold, her eyes darted wildly left and right behind her shut-down lids. But obsessive thought on reproduction—she always pictured the word like it was written in the bold humorless font printed on the cover of her abstinence-heavy sex-ed class handout—could draw her together like lining up iron filaments with a magnet.

  It had an effect like being pushed out of a busy room, a bustling mosh pit, into an also noisy but somehow safe side-space of relative quiet, peace from distraction but bringing along its own intense focus—but the focus’s allure was magnetic, and the more frenetic the external push the stronger that magnet’s lure.

  But they were relieving thoughts and there was something magical in seeing reproduction as a whole, like she could pull a drawer out of the black starry wall of the universe, withdraw the existential truth of reproduction, its tangle of facts connected in a network of struts, braces, pegs, and connectors. An unwieldy construction made up of ragtag parts like something KC would have made when he was ten-years-old, all the parts of dad’s ancient erector sets from when he was a boy spread out around KC on the living room floor. She pictured it in a complexity of bouncing arms and bulbs like a chemist’s model or maybe like the solar system, which made more sense, because there was a core, a sun, a star around which all else revolved, a central truth, and it was her, or more specifically her uterus. All the links and connections extended from there, but she was central. She personally, and she universally; the feminine. From there extended the network of biological facts, points, and truths that depended on the uterus’s acceptance of seed. The farther you extended from the core, the less relevant the facts might seem, but they were all connected. The furthermost reaches might just be the cost of daycare, but you could follow its fact’s connectors all the way to the core.

  And right now in her summertime bed a boy was putting his penis inside her—his ‘implement of delivery’ (and what an implement! The tighter the seal, the greater the success! The deeper the delivery, the more assured is the genetic achievement! Size is success and satisfaction is guaranteed!).

  God, it was crazy to have one-million simultaneous thoughts—hosting such a big party but providing such a narrow door, all the guests jammed their shoulders, wedged the pathway shut.

  “You okay?” Colt asked her.

  “It’s fine. It’s uncomfortable. Just go slow.”

  The discomfort could be a focal point. In fact, it was perfect—eyes squinted shut, her mind worried the pain smooth and in only a few beats the dark hurting skies opened and Colt’s intrusion warmed to wet pleasure.

  Colt noticed. “You’re so wet,” he whispered.

  “You’re so hot,” she told him. He sure was—probably one of her first heart-crushes; she’d spied on him and KC one afternoon from her parent’s bedroom window and tried to figure out why this loud, shirtless boy made her feel so funny. Eight years later and he’d only got hotter. His body was unreal, and she’d never put her hands on a ‘hot’ guy before. They were different things altogether. Lust bloomed in her mind now like bacteria in a culture and she smiled, ran her hands over his naked torso, squeezed the hardness of his chest and shoulders, watched the gentle heave of his hard breathing belly as he allowed her to grow accustomed to him. Despite his current care, there was an associated surrende
ring to him; something else she’d never felt before. The sexual disparity was real; Colt versus others, her versus Colt. She’d never been under a boy, she’d always been over.

  “Take me,” she whispered.

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  Colt rocked against her again and she cried a high sound, knees up to her collarbone. Her bare feet bounced above his head. He rocked and pushed himself into her, pulled out and pushed in, then let himself sink deep inside her and rolled his hips around in circles and up and down. Now Taylor’s face turned to ecstasy rather than pain. She was gasping, mouth opening and closing moaning lightly. She let his arms go and gripped his thighs.

  He said, “Okay?”

  “Yeah,” she sighed, “oh yeah, that’s good ...”

  He pushed himself deeper and raised his face up. She made a high sound. He wrapped his grip around her neck and dug a thumb into her throat, grunted as he began to rock deeper.

  “Oh God,” she cried, “mm, oh God ...”

  He pulled himself fully out now, and Taylor curled her stomach, her pelvis rotating up, and Harrison could see the size of Colt’s cock when it was fully hard. It was huge, and it glistened with her insides. He humped it against her, the belly of that huge thing slipping up and down her parted petals. Taylor liked that. She gasped and sighed, humped her pussy against him.

  Now he drew back, pushed his erection downward with his fingertips and shoved it deep inside her again and she shouted out. She grabbed at her own face and covered her mouth, knowing she should be quiet, knowing that the window was open. But now Colt was fucking her. She had her knees up, her legs spread wide, her ankles resting on his thighs as he fucked her. He was upright, holding the backside of her thighs, thrusting in and out. His stomach muscles rippled, his muscles bulged, and Taylor’s head rolled from side to side as he fucked her with his huge penis. She sucked in air, she cried, she bit her lips, she made sounds Harrison had never heard from her in bed before.

  “Oh God, oh yes ...”

  Colt turned her sideways, put her ankle over his neck and rubbed his thumb on her clit as he fucked her.

  “Oh my God,” Taylor said, “oh my God, it’s so big, so big, I ... mm ... love it, fuck me, Colt, fuck me ...”

  Now Taylor’s eyes were open and watching Colt. Watching him as he gripped her ankle; she touched his stomach muscles as his hips ran his cock in and out of her. He slapped at her ass. She cried out again. Her foot bobbed over his shoulder ...

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  After a long while of pounding her while his curled-back thumb ran a pressing circle over her clit, Taylor finally came. For real.

  It was incredible.

  She cried out, she said, “Oh Colt, Colt, Colt, oh my God,” and then she drew in the deepest breath he’d ever heard. Her breasts jiggled on her chest, her nipples extended hard and alveolate. Her ribs pressed the skin out as her lungs expanded her slender frame to its maximum. Harrison had never seen her more beautiful.

  While she gathered herself together, Colt let his cock pull free and tapped it on her, making wet sticky noises against her pussy.

  She moaned and then made funny chuckling sounds.

  He said, “That was good?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered, covering her face but watching him.

  He lay down next to her, put his thumb against the base of his penis making the huge thing stick straight up in the air.

  She said, “You want me to get on top?”

  He said, “Yeah,” and when she went to straddle him he made her face away.

  “From behind?” she asked. “Is that okay?”

  Colt said “It’s perfect,” and she straddled him facing his feet. When she bent over, it showed how narrow her waist was yet how wide her feminine hips swooped despite how thin she seemed. She was a woman and Harrison was painfully being shown.

  Her ass was perfect and round and Colt took both her cheeks in his hands, slapped them, squeezed them, pushed her forward, aimed his cock so it sat in the opening of her membranes and Taylor pushed herself to sit down on it. She made muffled cries as she did, but she slowly took him all the way inside her.

  She put her hands down on the bed between his knees, and she did all the work now. Fucking herself against him, rolling and bucking her hips with his cock fully embedded inside her. Her hair swung around and it was all about Taylor now.

  Colt would alternately put his hands behind his head and watch her, and then reach out to slap her ass, or caress her, too. Taylor made the greatest sex noises he’d ever heard. Like she knew what she was doing, like she knew what she was wanting, and she knew how to get it. She was chasing another orgasm.

  Colt was the kind of guy to give her one. Colt was the guy to give her two. Probably a lot more than two.

  She was upright now, bouncing straight up and down on him as he braced her waist. She still made the gasping, sighing sounds, playing with her hair while she did, trying to look over her shoulder.

  She came again, Harrison was sure of it. He could see the bottoms of her feet on either side of Colt’s narrow waist. Her toes curled up, dozens of lines formed on the soles of her perfect little feet as she fell forward onto her elbows between his knees. He slapped her ass, and it drew out her sounds of orgasm longer. She made a low moaning sound that reminded him of a cat.

  After she came again, she rolled off and fell next to Colt on the bed. Then he was up right away standing at the side of the bed, cock sticking straight out and slightly upward from between his muscular legs. He encouraged Taylor to move, and she knew what he asked, put one foot down on the floor, one knee up on the bed, her hands onto the mattress. Colt angled himself behind her and took her hips. He pushed the head of his cock into her then fucked her from behind.

  It went on and on, him banging against her until she collapsed on the bed. He followed on top, never letting his cock fall outside of her. She lay flat on the bed, her head touching the wall and he bucked his hips against her. Sticky sounds came from between them where their sexes were joined, and Harrison watched as his thin, tanned girlfriend was pummeled by this muscular jock, crying out and writhing the whole time, loving every bit of it. Loving every thrust, loving every big inch Colt put up inside her.

  She made a sound like she had come again, and now she seemed out of it. Laying flat on her stomach, Colt got both knees up on the bed and put himself deep inside her. He grabbed both her round butt cheeks and push them upward forming a wrinkle across her narrow waist at her tailbone. Hips pounding triple time, his round ass darted in and out, the muscles of his stomach flexing against his skin as he did. Taylor just lay there taking it. Taking that huge thing inside her body. She was lifeless, moaning and groaning as he pounded the shit out of her. The bed rattled against the wall, and Harrison riskily slipped a hand inside, rested his cupped palm over the porcelain globe on the end of a bed post just to feel connected to her in some way. Colt’s thrusts into the girl he loved were felt in his palm.

  “Hey, come on,” Colt said now, and he slapped at her butt. Taylor stirred, made a long draggy moan. He said, “Come on, get up.” Harrison withdrew his hand back to the chill of the evening air.

  Taylor rose, and Harrison saw how bright red her cheeks had blushed, even over her tan. Her eyes were glassy and out of it. She was in ecstasy, she was on another planet. This was something Harrison could never do.

  Colt guided her to lay back on the bed, and she put her hands through her hair and closed her eyes again. Colt put her knees up to her chest, laid his dick along the back of her thighs, drew it back and slipped inside her again. Taylor let out another sound of ecstasy. Oh God, oh fuck. She loved when he put that thing inside her.

  Now Harrison was looking down Taylor’s body as her little breasts jiggled, her feet wobbled on the end of her ankles, both of them together and up over one of Colt’s muscular shoulders. He had that huge thing inside her and he ran it in and out, over and over again, not triple-time, but slow and steady. Taylor gasped in pace with his thrusts.

  Colt w
as breathing heavy now, too, his own chest and neck growing red. He grunted, “You sure?”

  “Sure what?” Taylor sighed.

  “It’s okay to come inside you ...”

  She said, “Do it, come inside me,” as she patted her hands on his thighs.

  Now his thrusts came quicker, and he rocked her against the bed. The headboard banged the windowsill again.

  Then he was ejaculating inside Taylor. That big thing was squirting his delivery right inside Taylor.

  “Oh,” she cried, “oh, it’s deep, it’s so deep ...”

  He continued to thrust, and he growled, squeezing her ankles. Then he pulled his cock out and it spurted a thin line of semen onto her belly. He sat back, reaching out and grabbing her wrist. He rolled to lay back with his head at the footboard and pulled Taylor to sit upright. She drew her legs underneath her; she knew what he wanted.

  Semen still burbled from his tip, and she got over top of him. Colt lay prostrate on the bed, Taylor at his side, her hand gripped the base of his cock and Harrison could see her mouth slip over the spurting end of him. She stroked him into her mouth, she bobbed her head, Colt caressed the back of her skull as she did. “That’s it, that’s it,” he said, “swallow it, swallow it ... ah, fuck, ah yeah ...”

  She grunted and snorted and hummed uh-huhs in her throat while she continued to stroke him and suck him. His balls raised up high and when her mouth came off him for a moment, a little more semen jetted out and landed on her cheek and onto his belly. She put her mouth over it, suckled it off his hard stomach muscles. Her hand continued to stroke that thing, going up and down and caressing it. She squeezed his balls, they looked huge in her thin hand.

  “Ho fuck, Taylor,” Colt said, “oh fuck, you’re good.”

  Taylor laughed and wiped her mouth. She had wet smeared around her cheeks and along her neck. She rested her forehead against his stomach muscles, his huge cock looking so massive next to her fine, pretty face. She still played with his balls. She said “That was so unbelievable.”