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Roxy needed to be screwed like that. No awkward fumbling, no reminding the guy that she was more than some treat that came with his condom—a blow-up doll only better—no, she wanted a lay so good, it just might be a three-day weekend before she was over it.

Kon spoke haltingly. “I’m going to… would you let me… would it be okay if I fucked your ass? I know it might hurt—”

“Might? You’ve made my jaw hurt just sucking on you, you’re throbbing so hard. That thing’s going to feel like a jackhammer in my hole.” Kon looked chagrinned. “And I don’t want anything else. Make me love it, Kon. Make me love it so much I don’t give a shit that you’re ruining my hole.”

Kon almost howled, he was so eager. Roxy crouched forward as he got behind her, his hands yanking down her shorts and then thoroughly exploring the plushness of her ass.

Finally, after he’d groped her full buttocks to nowhere near his heart’s content, Kon found what he wanted. His middle finger sank to the second knuckle in her anus. Roxy gasped and jerked reflexively forward—she felt it so hard, she wondered if he was using his tactile telekinesis on her.

But Kon had her locked in place, his finger in her ass paralyzing her… keeping her nice and still as he lined his cock up with her tightly puckered hole. Guiding it forward with one hand, Kon slipped his middle finger out at the last second, like a card trick, replace it with his engorged tip and then easing more of his length through her taut sphincter.

It was tight, unyielding. But Kon flicked his hips and the pressure mounted, in gentle waves, letting his lubricated cock in a fraction of an inch… then another fraction… the fisted, but resistant opening relaxed until it had totally surrendered.

Kon only gave her an inch, but it was enough for Roxy to know what she was in for. She groaned painfully, trying both to adjust to her penetration and prepare herself to be skewered far beyond what was presently inside her. She knew how big Kon was—and could tell how little he’d put in her so far.

Roxy started to have second thoughts, but Kon slid more in, slowly, carefully. There was less pain now, more of a tingle. Still, Roxy panted and whined. What pain there was was intense.

She was being skewered! Sodomized! Fucked in the ass!

Roxy panted. It really was exciting… fearful, but thrilling, to wonder what Kon would do next. Would he keep going slow and steady? Force in whole inches at a time? Her breathing really started to rush. She felt lightheaded.

The more she breathed, the more of a tingle there was in her pussy—even without anything there! Like she was being fucked that way without anything entering her. Anything besides the massive cock in her ass, going further and further… proving like an explorer that there was room for it, despite what a tight fit Roxy felt inside herself.

He really is fucking my ass…

As if cued by the thought, the realization, Kon gave a sharp cry and drove his prick home. It sank like a hot knife into butter, stuffing Roxy’s incredibly tight tunnel until she felt his curly pubic hair along the slopes of her buttocks.

***

He had never felt anything like it. Even a virgin pussy had to be a distant second to this! It was like a hand in an exquisite velvet glove had hold of his cock, was massaging and kneading every inch of it!

Kon saw the spectacle they made in the wardrobe mirror, a sight out of some wet dream too good to remember upon waking. Roxy—naked, helpless, not wanting to be anything but helpless—impaled on him, her face contorting between passion and agony, her mouth half-open in a moan that expressed both.

Her golden hair tossed from side to side, catching the light like a net tossed into the air, while her firm, tempting breasts swaying deliciously underneath her—the most fervent expression of the lewd writhing Kon’s skewering provoked.

Kon was held to her like a magnet. His cock ached lusciously, pulsing against the tight constriction of her undersized sheath, and as much as he wanted it, he could only take so much… before wanting more.

He had to fuck her anus, even though he’d just barely managed to enter it—had to ram his throbbing erection into her until he managed a release for all the lust he felt, that had been building since he’d first forced his way into that suffocating tightness.

Roxy was a helpless serving of quivering flesh, every muscle motionless, attuned to his future use. She could only crouch there, waiting for his pleasure, her tingling body begging for him to fuck her as ruthlessly as he had Tana. She wanted the same love—only right in her quivering asshole!

Kon felt a trickle of warm cream run down Roxy’s thighs and touch his own. She knew she was enjoying herself… that, in fact, she couldn’t be enjoying herself more. She trilled, her asshole contracting around his manhood, and trilled even harder when her anus tried to shut but couldn’t, his cock an impassible obstacle in its way. It got her off harder.

Kon groaned himself, savoring the viselike grip her orgasmic sphincter worked on his maleness.

He’d held back as long as he could. He couldn’t—there was no point—in denying himself any longer. With a frenzied burst of aggression, he rammed into her bowels, reared back, then drove into her again. Ass-fucking her ferociously with every thrust he gave, like a thunderous slap, to her juicy buttocks.

Like a predator glutting itself, he pumped his cock into her clinging passage.

Roxy pounded the ground with her fist. “HNNNNNNGH! YES! It hurts—Kon—hurt me—AAAGGH! I LOVE IT!”

Kon gripped her slender wait with both hands, his own eyes shut as he devoted all his control to holding back just enough to not hurt her. He’d given plenty of hard hits to humans, thugs and terrorists, knocking them but not permanently injuring them. It was a mastered skill, but one he’d never expected to use literally on Roxy’s ass.

And as he got used to the size of her hole, its constraints, he knew he could go further. Drive his thick cock deeper into her colon, again and again, as though punishing her more and more viciously until she learned her lesson.

“Take… it…!” Kon groaned out loudly, beyond shame and embarrassment, only knowing a rush of relief as his prick exploded like a hand grenade deep in Roxy’s bowels.

She shrieked, feeling his cock swell, expanding on all sides against the tightness of her canal, the better to accommodate the eruption that rushed through his shaft and burst into the depths of her colon.

Still Kon rutted, his balls slapping moistly against Roxy’s thighs. Drenched with the sticky film of her own pleasured river, seeping out and trickling down the soft smooth skin of her straining legs.

His white-hot cum ran out of her splayed ass, a slender thread compared to the thick ropes he’d deposited in her bowels, but more than enough to put her rivulets of juice to shame.

Kon sighed in pure contentment while his balls emptied, packing Roxy’s ass tighter and tighter with waves of seed, too much to exit her defeated sphincter all at once. Roxy could only moan, in a kind of ecstatic distress, as his load worked its way out of her gulp by gulp.

As for Kon, he pulled out of Roxy with a loud, wet plop—sitting on the carpet beside her with his prick now limp and rubbery, hanging exhausted between his legs.

“Oh fuck… did it work?” Roxy asked, slowly regaining her ability to breathe normally.

“Wha—work?” Kon muttered inarticulately.

“Is it… today… still?” Roxy panted. “I haven’t been… coming for… the last two weeks… have I?”

Kon shook his head wearily.

“Feels like I have,” Roxy crooned happily. “Oh God… I’ve never come like that before… never had so much dick in me… and there! In my ass!” She sucked in a great gulp of breath to process her enthusiasm. “It felt so good and it was in my ass!”

Her orgasm-glazed eyes finally focused, seeing Kon stretch out on the floor next to her, his limp cock laying against his thigh.

“That was in my ass,” she crooned, shaking her sweaty hair away from where it stuck to her lovely face. “That… magnificent… piece of… meat!”

Something occurred to Kon… something important… he hated to listen that boring, very Tim-sounding voice, but he usually hated it more when he didn’t listen. “Hey, Rox, wait a minute…”

“IWANTITSOBAD!!” Roxy’s head swooped down.