Hunter’s love for Futa

It was funny, K had never thought of himself as slutty before he met the futanari girl in that alleyway. Well, of course he wasn't a slut, he'd been a literal virgin hadn't he? But he'd never imagined himself wanting to be slutty, was the thing. Once Rose took him, though, it was like a switch flipped in his brain, all he could think about was cock, cock, cock, be submissive, be a cumslut, be a sexy little bottom slut...

Was he damaged by the experience? Rose was certainly abusive, even in that first encounter, openly taking delight in the pain she caused and in overriding Kevin's consent. And yet the basic fact that it was a rape was hard for K to hold in his head, when he thought back to that evening he mostly just found the memory erotic, unbearably so, her ferocity and power, how she'd made him feel beautiful, how intense the orgasms had been. Had the girl who'd stolen his first time trained him to find fulfillment in being treated badly?

Or had he just always been a freak? It wasn't normal, after all, for a boy to use dildos. He used to tell himself it wasn't a permanent thing. But maybe he was just lying to himself, maybe all he'd really needed was one little push to fall into the abyss.

It had been close to an hour in front of the mirror, but K was almost, almost satisfied with his looks.

Campus was largely empty, but once K made his way uptown he was stunned by how many people were out, the sidewalks were thick with students. Was it normal for it to be so crowded on a Thursday? He glanced at The Bottlehouse, the first bar on his right. Sign advertising Thirsty Thursday specials. Across the street, a brick building, he couldn't see the name, but he could see a sign that said Thirsty Thursday. Alright, clearly it was a thing... He walked down the street, mostly looking at the ground to avoid meeting anyone's eye, until he looked up and noticed he was deep in the crowd, surrounded by people.

And for a couple minutes, walking through the crowd of people uptown was fine, exhilarating honestly, like he was invisible, too many people for him to really stand out. But he came to a region of the sidewalk where the crowd was thin, and out of nowhere a heavy dull blow to the side of the skull. Sound of glass shattering right beside him on the ground. Male voice from a receding car shouting, "Bitch!"

Tear ducts suddenly on the verge of bursting open. K started scurrying forward, had to get away, get out of here, no fuck why are we going further from home, he turned around and suddenly every face seemed angry, hostile, disapproving. He felt like he was drowning. We're going to be a crying little bitch out in public surrounded by people, please no, please no.

He ducked into a skinny little alleyway between two bars and collapsed on the ground with his back against the wall sobbing with his hands covering his face. He'd been stupid, so stupid...

"Hey, what's the matter?" A woman's voice. K lifted his head to see a girl standing over him. She was tall, taller than most boys even, long powerful legs running up to a tight leather skirt, a skimpy little hot pink crop top which exposed a generous amount of cleavage and a little flash of metal in the navel, deep red lips curled into a smile, K couldn't quite tell if it was kind or mocking, eyes behind a pair of reflective sunglasses, messy crop of shoulder length blonde hair.

K spent a moment staring up at her, not saying anything. The girl frowned and, gently, kicked his leg with her beat-up white sneaker. "I said, 'What's the matter?'"

"I shouldn't have left the house like this," K muttered, "it was a mistake."

"Oh?" The girl got down into a crouching position across from him in the alley. "I don't know if it was a mistake, I think you look super cute."

"Well, thanks," K muttered, then blinked. "Wait, seriously?"

"Seriously! Yeah..." the girl removed her sunglasses, presumably to get a better look at him. The first thing K noticed was the long, straight scar running down her left eye, but his attention was soon caught by her brilliant green eyes, shining at him with this intense fascination. God, K had never had a girl look at him like this, never particularly wanted it to be honest, but now that he was experiencing it he found it intoxicating. "Yeah, it can be hard to be a fucking snack, believe me I know."

K grinned at this, even if he still didn't fully believe it. "I don't think that's why that guy threw a bottle at me and called me a bitch though."

"Oh it totally was," the girl said, nodding, "I bet he just had to lash out. Happens all the time. Where did the bottle hit you, by the way?"

K turned his head to show her the tender spot where he'd been struck. "I guess I don't know it was a bottle, just something glass shattered on the ground right after it hit me."

The girl leaned in to examine his head. "Hmmm, well you've for sure got a big bruise there. Hot!"

K narrowed his eyes at that. "Hot?"

"Not bad!"

"Thanks," K said, smiling again, "I've been practicing for a while. This was my first time leaving the house like this though."

The girl nodded. "You were trying to get fucked up tonight, weren't you?"

"No!" Immediately, K could feel himself blushing. "I was just going for a walk..."

"Going for a cock?" The girl was grinning lasciviously at him now.

"I said walk..."

"And I said 'cock,'" the girl replied, running her hand down from his chin to rub his exposed shoulder. "This is an outfit to get railed in if I've ever seen one."

K let out an annoyed little, "Hmf," at that. The girly clothes and the makeup were bound up in his brain with fantasies of male attention, but it wasn't a sex thing. Not exactly anyway, his imaginings were all about kisses and soft touch. Direct sexual fantasies didn't come easily to K, any time he imagined someone removing his underwear and interfacing with the parts he had underneath, his brain sort of threw up a wall and shorted out, it seemed unthinkable. When he jerked off, his goto material was videos of prettier, more accomplished sissyboys, posing for the camera, pleasuring themselves, so he could imagine he was like them. "This isn't, like, a slutty outfit," he protested.

"Yeah it is," the girl shot back.

"No it's not," he insisted.

At this point, K couldn't help noticing that his cock was starting to move under his skirt. Weird, confusing, he didn't want to be feeling this stirring down below, he wasn't sure exactly what was causing it. The thought that everyone who saw him was regarding him as a sexual being was doing something to him, yes, making him nervous, a bit ashamed, a bit scared, but also, intermingled with those emotions this exhilarating little spark of thrill. And the way this girl was touching him on the bare flesh of his shoulder, such a small thing, but so intimate, it was making him feel like it was okay if people saw him as sexual, like it was cool actually. Like she saw him how he wanted to be seen, and approved. Like she found him sexy. God, this girl was giving him butterflies, he hadn't thought he felt this way about women...

K snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head. "Well, I'm not trying to be slutty, anyway."

"Aww, why not?" the girl asked.

K shrugged. "I dunno. I've just never been like that."

The girl shot him a very intense look. "Why not?" she said again, in a very serious tone.

K's mouth opened and closed a couple of times. "Like, I've never even been kissed, I don't--"

The girl lunged for him, pressed her lips against his, pushing his head back against the wall. K was too stunned to react, just sat there frozen as the girl stuffed her tongue into his mouth, filling it, exploring it, her kiss wild, aggressive, some kind of lightning flashing across his brain, ecstasy. After a moment his body relaxed, and he just gave himself to her, allowed her to rape his face with her tongue.

After what felt like an eternity, the girl pulled her face away. K gasped for air; as he looked at the girl he noticed her breathing was heavy too, she sounded distinctly aroused. She had her head tilted down slightly, horny eyes burning into him from beneath her brows, and a triumphant little half-grin on her red lips. "So," she said, stroking K's cheek again, "that's kissing."

K could feel himself trembling, "Y- y- yeah it was," he said, stupidly.

"Heh." The girl ran a thumb over K's lips. "And what do you wanna do now?"

"Could... could you kiss me again?"

The girl moved her face in towards his, he opened his lips in anticipation. But just before her lips made contact with his, she pulled back. "Only if you kiss me back this time," she said, "don't want you just sitting there like a lump."

K nodded. "Definitely!"

"Mmmm," a deep little purr that made K tingly, "good boy."

And she dove for his mouth again, forcing her tongue inside. K's lips pushed against hers, his tongue rose to play with hers. He felt her hands all over his body, playing with his hair, running down his back until they were on his legs, stroking his thighs... he felt her digging her nails into the pants and scratching up his thighs, leaving tears in the fabric. He let out a small, "Mm!" of protest into her mouth.

The girl just let out a satisfied, "Hmmm," and ran her hand back up his torso to sneak under his sweater, under his bra even, and gave one of his nipples a sharp squeeze.

He let out a muffled, "Mno!" at that, and tried to push her off him, to no avail. God she was strong for a girl, he felt so flimsy. She pushed him down, so his back was on the ground and she was on top of him, the whole time holding her lips firmly in place against his. As she kept groping and grabbing at K's body, he became aware that his cock was incredibly hard, burning against the fabric of his skirt and feeling the weight of the girl's body pressing down against it. He had long since stopped struggling, just gave himself to the girl's wild energy, let her tongue take his mouth, let her hands explore his body. He found there was a certain joy in being enjoyed so ravenously.

She removed her lips from his to give him a flurry of kisses around his cheeks before moving down to his neck. She sucked on a bit of the skin of his neck, hard, it felt almost like a bite, like something was tearing under the skin, before she released it and moved her face up so she was looking down into his eyes. "Hi," she said with a smile.

"Hi," K mumbled.

"Just gave you a hickey on your neck," she said, stroking the spot on his neck where she had sucked. "Something for you to remember me by, heh. Tell me, how did that make you feel?" she asked. He hesitated, unsure how to articulate the intense swirl of emotions he was feeling. She nibbled her lower lip and pressed her thigh hard against the bulge under his clothes.

"Ahhh!"

"How did it make you feel?" she said again.

"Good! Really good... I feel almost like you just made love to me..." he said, feeling absurd after he said it.

"Hah! See, you've got a slutty side after all, don't you, making out with a strange girl in a dirty alleyway," she moved her hand down to grab his cock through the fabric, "getting so hard from it."

"Ah! Yeah I guess I do," he admitted.

"Hmmm," the girl stroked his exposed upper chest, "I bet you're ready to get railed now, aren't you? Bet you'd make a real good cockslut."

"Ummm..." K didn't even feel ready for what had just happened, the idea of something more intense, with some other person besides this girl, felt weird. "I don't get you," he said, "do you want me for yourself or are you just into the idea of me taking cocks? It's very confusing."

"Oh yeah?" The girl pulled herself up so that she was kneeling over K's body. She shimmied forward until her knees were on K's shoulders, and she pulled down the front of her skirt so she could reveal her long, thick cock. "Does this clear it up for you?"

It was funny, it took a moment for K to fully process what he was looking at; when he did, his eyes widened. "Oh! You have a--"

"Yup," the girl said, grinning smugly. "Hmmm, look at what you're doing to it..." It had been mostly flaccid when she'd pulled it out, but it was rapidly getting harder, longer, curving upward. Big, a lot bigger than K's, the kind of cock you saw in porn videos, K just lay there beneath the girl boggling at it. "I see you looking," the girl said in a teasing sing-song voice, "you've got a hungry look on your face dude."

"I do?"

"Oh yeah. Heh, do you want it?" the girl asked.

"Uhhh..." K's mind felt blank, he didn't know how to feel about any of what was happening.

"Cause it wants you..." the girl murmured.

And just as K was saying, "Really?" she thrust forward enough to rub her cock against his face. He gasped at the touch, something about how taut and firm it felt against his cheek was electrifying. Without even thinking about it, he rubbed his face against it; the girl let out a pleasurable moan, and K could feel the cock throb against him as it released a little droplet of precum onto his face.

"Hahhh, you like how that feels, don't you boy," the girl hissed, sounding exhilarated.

"I guess so..." K said, suddenly self-conscious about how much he enjoyed the sensation. He rubbed his face back and forth against her hardness again, drawing another moan from her lips. He grinned. "You, uh, like how it feels too, huh?"

"Oh yeah," the girl nodded. Her eyes flashed eagerly at him. "It'd feel even better if you put it in your mouth though..."

"Oh?" At this, K's face scrunched up. It was weird, this was further than he'd ever gone with anyone, but until now it hadn't really felt like what was happening was sex exactly, just horseplay. But putting it in his mouth, that would be sex for sure. "I don't know, I'm not ready fo--"

In the middle of his sentence, the girl thrust her cock forward and shoved the head and about an inch of shaft into his open mouth. "Oh yeah? Don't worry sweetie, I'm ready enough for both of us," the girl said in a taunting voice. She looked down at K expectantly. "Well? It's in your mouth, what are you gonna do?"

K froze, he had no idea what he was supposed to do with a cock in his mouth. He moved his tongue, in an attempt to say something like, "Sorry," but as he moved his tongue it touched the underside of the girl's cockhead, and the girl let out a short little quivering gasp of pleasure. Ooh. K wanted to make her do that again. He licked up and down the underside of her head and shaft, drawing more noises of pleasure from her lips. Intoxicating. He closed his lips tightly around her cock, and sucked, and ran his lips up and down the length of her shaft, and at every touch he could hear in the sounds she made that it was good for her.

He felt her hand rest on the top of his head, "Ohhhh, you're a natural cocksucker, you know that boy?" 

 K said nothing in response, just kept sucking.

"Hahhh, remember a few minutes ago you were acting so pure, 'Oh, I don't know if I'm ready.' Look at you now. Sucking a stranger's cock in a dirty alleyway. Hehe, you're a real slut, huh?"

K supposed he must be, as he continued sucking on her cock. It was weird, the things she'd just said were theoretically degrading, but something in the way she was saying them made it all seem... complimentary. Like it was a good thing he was such a slut, like it was a badge of honor to be sucking a stranger's cock on the ground outside.

Craning his neck up from this position laying on the ground was starting to hurt though, so he took the cock out of his mouth and tried to wriggle out from between her legs.

The hand on his head held him in place, and her knees ground down into his shoulders. She rubbed her cock against his face again. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I was trying," K said, "to get to a different position so it's easier on my neck. Maybe you could stand up, and I could kneel in front of you, would that be good?"

"Hmmm," the girl nibbled her lower lip. "I'll allow it."

So she removed her knees from his shoulders and stood up, while K got up onto his knees in front of her and took the cock back into his mouth. Loud, gratified gasp of pleasure when her cock made contact with his mouth again. Her hand found the top of K's head again and gave him a couple little pets. "Ohhhh, very good, very good," she moaned.

K felt his cock throb. God, the head pets and compliments just made him feel all gushy.

"Hey," the girl said, "get it all the way down your throat, okay?"

K moved his head forward, trying to get the whole thing in, but it was huge, he hit a wall with about an inch and a half left to go. With it still in his mouth, he managed to get out some noises to the effect of, "Ah can'."

"Oh," the girl looked down at him with this weird fire burning in her eyes, "yes you can." The hand on top of K's head suddenly gripped his frizzy hair, tightly, and the girl jabbed her cock into his throat, hard. At first it wouldn't go down, just made K gag something awful, but a frustrated growl from the girl and a yank on his hair to reposition his head and another rough jab and suddenly the cock slid all the way down until his nose was pressed into the girl's pubic hair. His eyes were watering, his throat felt so, so full of firm cock.

"Ahhhh, there it is," the girl moaned. K tried to pull his face away, but the girl held him in place by his hair so she could make shallow little thrusts into his throat. Intensely uncomfortable. K wanted badly to get the cock out of his throat, needed to breathe. He tried again to pull away, get the cock out, but the girl's grip was tight. "Hah, maybe you shouldn't have been such a slut, huh? You shouldn't be so trusting you little dumbass. You think I'll let you breathe you little bitch? Well, do you?"

Another couple shallow stabs into K's throat, K heard himself making weird little "Gluck, gluck, gluck" noises. He couldn't answer, obviously, but he looked up at her, eyes wide and streaming tears, silently pleading.

"Ohhhh," the girl let out a deep moan, "look at that face. You're cute when you're scared, you know that boy?"

At this point, mercifully, she pulled her cock out of his mouth. K collapsed onto his hands and knees, gasping for air. Above him, the girl strode around his body until she was standing behind him. "Hmmm, your ass looks good, boy."

Oh God. K had an idea of what was coming. "Don't..."

"Aww, why not?" The girl got down on her knees behind him. He tried to crawl forward, away from her, but she caught him by the waist with both hands. "You seriously telling me you don't wanna get railed?"

"I don't... I don't think so?" It was confusing, the idea of being fucked in the ass had never really appealed to him, the idea of anyone doing anything with his crotch area seemed weird and scary... but his cock was still hard, had stayed achingly hard throughout everything this girl had done, and he had felt it throb very distinctly when she asked if he wanted to get railed. There was a large wet spot on the front of his pants now. Maybe some part of him did like this, maybe there was some desire for it to go further, but still... "I'm scared," he said.

"Yeah? Don't worry sweetheart," the girl said, he couldn't see her face but her voice sounded like she was grinning, "I like scared."

"Oh." That wasn't comforting. "Okay."

She lingered there behind him a moment. He felt her grip on his waist loosen. He didn't move, but he did relax somewhat. "If you want," the girl said, sounding thoughtful, "I could eat your little hole a while. It'd loosen it up for you."

"Ummmm..." K quivered slightly as he felt the girl's hands go up underneath his skirt. "I don't-- Oh!" With a firm yank, the girl pulled K's pants down to around his mid thighs. His hard cock was now bare. "I don't know if you wanna do that," he said, "that's a, um, dirty part."

"Oh yeah? That's fine. I'm a dirty girl. Hmmm..." he felt her lift the skirt up slightly and, looking behind him, saw that she was lowering her head, "I love sticking my head inside a pretty boy's ass."

"Don't-- Oh!" Suddenly, her face was pressed against his buttocks and her wet wet tongue was touching his hole. Such a strange sensation, he wasn't sure how he felt about it, so slick and slimy and weird, but he couldn't stop quivering, at every touch of her tongue his breathing got all shaky, he could feel a strand of precum dribbling out of his cock.

The girl let out a low moan of pleasure against his ass before pulling her face away. "Fuck," she murmured, and gave his left buttock a little nibble.

"Ow!"

"Heh. Your ass is tasty dude, I love it."

"You... you love it?"

"Oh yeah," she said, and dove in for another quick lick.

"Ah!"

"Heh, you love it too, don't you? Don't lie, I can hear those sounds you're making. Hmm..." the girl moved her head down to rub her face against his balls and hard cock, "I can see how hard that dick is. Yeah you're super fucking into this, sweetie."

"I... I guess," K mumbled. "I don't know, it's all so much, so... new to me."

"Yeah? Hmmm, I'm really enjoying showing you things," the girl said, as she pulled her head out from under his skirt and moved herself to an upright position on her knees behind him. "Loving all your little reactions. It's fun that I get to be your first, don't you think?"

"Uhhh..." It was hard for K to get a handle on how he felt about what was happening. Oh, this girl was intimidating, and K would have vastly preferred someone nicer, gentler, be showing him these things. And yet... his heart was beating so fast, and his cock was still so hard, and there was some kind of kinky thrill in it all. God, he could feel pounding basslines from the bars on either side of them, he could hear snatches of chatter from the main road. He wondered if anyone could hear the two of them.

He didn't get a chance to finish his thought; he felt the girl flip his skirt up. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm gonna show you something else," the girl said.

"Wh- what?" K asked, though he had a pretty good idea.

The girl pressed the head of her cock against his sphincter. "Gonna show you how far my cock goes up your ass."

K took in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. "Will it hurt?"

"Naw," the girl said, in a voice that was almost comforting, before she rammed her cock into him, burying about half the length of it inside him in one cruel thrust.

"Haugh! Arrrgghh..." the pain was splitting, this awful sense of intrusion, every nerve ending the cock touched crying out in protest. His body attempted to move forward, get it out of him, but the girl held tightly onto his waist.

"No no, no getting away," she said. "Heh, should've said, it doesn't hurt, unless you're a huge pussy."

"Take it out, take it out!" he hissed.

"Sure thing sweetheart," the girl said in a teasing voice and, mercifully, started sliding it out.

K let out a relieved exhalation, his body started to relax. "Thank you, God..."

"Of course! I'm not a monster after all," the girl said.

But once the tip of her cock was withdrawn to the edge of K's sphincter, she suddenly plunged it back in, all the way this time, an awful sudden jolt of sharp pain. "OW! Fuck..."

The girl cackled. "Just kidding. Hmmm, I'm totally a monster. You're fucked now, you little bitch."

With that, she launched into a savage rhythm of fast, rough thrusting, awful deep stabs, hurt like a bitch, making K let out a series of anguished grunts that eventually collapsed into sobs. He fell from his hands onto his elbows, sobbing with his face against the ground, and he begged, "Stop, just stop..."

He felt the girl's hands move up to his shoulders, and she lifted him up onto his knees so that his back was pressed against her body, wrapping her arms around his body just below the shoulders to hold him in place. She had stopped moving her cock in and out for the moment, was just holding it still inside him, and right now it didn't really hurt but K was still blubbering. The girl kissed his cheek. "You're a big crybaby, you know that?"

And it was funny, even though by all rights he should've been mad at her, he just said, "Sorry."

"No, no," another wet kiss on the cheek, "I love making boys cry. Hmmm," she ran her fingernails up and down his chest, despite everything it felt nice, "it made me so fucking horny to see a cute boy crying on the ground," kiss, "I just had to have you," kiss, "I had no choice," kiss, "nothing could have kept me off of you dude. You're so fucking sexy."

He was grinning now. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Hmmm," a deep rumble. "Do you like being fucked, boy?"

He sighed. "No, no it's been awful."

"Awful? Awww, poor baby." Her right hand slid down to his crotch to grab at his cock.

"Ah!" The touch was electrifying.

"Heh. It can't be all bad, your dick is still rock hard dude," the girl murmured into his ear. She gave K's cock a twist.

'Hahhhh..."

"Hmm, I tell you what sweetheart, I'd feel just awful if I ruined getting fucked for you. So," she stroked up and down the length of his cock, eliciting another gasp of pleasure, "I'm gonna be a little bit more gentle, okay?"

K opened his mouth to say, "Okay," but only got as far as, "Oh-- Oh!" The girl had pushed her cock gently up his ass, and this time, for whatever reason, it felt good, like it was rubbing some point of pleasure deep inside him. He felt very distinctly as a little bit of precum dribbled out onto the fabric of his skirt.

"Hmmm, that's better, right?" the girl murmured. A gentle rhythm, shallow little jabs up his butt as her hand kept stroking his cock, her other hand caressing up and down his torso.

"Yes, God yes," K breathed. The way she was grinding it into him was still hitting that point of pleasure, and with her body pressed against his back, her arms wrapped around him to stroke him, he felt so wondrously enveloped by her, he felt like his body was melting against hers, so relaxed. He felt like such a slut, he was just letting her have her way with him.

"Good," the girl murmured. She showered his neck and cheek with a series of little kisses. "Ohhh, I'm sorry it hurt so bad at first baby, I just couldn't help myself, you're just--"

"Oh!" She had given him a much harder thrust there, but somehow it still didn't hurt, just a delicious little shock.

"SO cute in your little skirt and sweater."

"HAH!" An even harder thrust, made his legs start to quiver, all at once he could tell he was close to an orgasm.

"I just wanted to ravish you," thrust, "until you broke," thrust.

God, it was a thrill to know he was so desirable to her. He wanted to say something back to her, something to let her know how drunk on lust and pleasure she had made him, but his mind contained no coherent thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak and all that came out was a long, "Hnnnggg..."

"Heh," thrust, "you're still enjoying yourself, right?"

"Yes, yes," he gasped.

"Good," kiss on the neck. "Yeah, you can do anything you want to a boy as long as you keep your hand on his cock," kiss. "You like my cock, don't you?"

"Yeah," although this strange girl was clearly doing something to him.

"Hmm, little lesson for you then," she purred. "You getting close?"

"Yes!" K panted.

"Good boy." Another kiss on the neck. "So, once you finish, you're gonna let me keep going until I get off, right? It's only fair."

"Nnngah! Ummm, sure, sure," he managed.

"Nice! Hehe," kiss, "tell me though, do you get sensitive after you cum?"

"Uhhhh, yeah, I guess." K didn't really masturbate that often, but he seemed to recall that his cock didn't like to be touched after he was finished.

"Hmmm, nice," kiss, "so here's how it's gonna go," kiss, "once you cum your ass is gonna get really tender," kiss, "and I'm gonna start fucking you way harder," kiss, "and it's gonna hurt," here she bit his cheek, with her teeth still against his flesh she softly growled, "real bad. How does that make you feel?"

"Uhhhh..." A confusing mix of feelings, like his body, which had felt so warm and relaxed, had been flooded with this icy dread... But somehow he wasn't tensing up, not really, his body was still jelly, he was still just letting this girl use him, letting her cock grind pleasurably against his insides, letting her hand rub his cock through the skirt.

"Hmmm, you're kind of scared, but you're still close to cumming, aren't you?" For a moment he didn't respond. The girl dealt him a deep thrust, in a deeper growl, "Aren't you?"

"Yes, yes..." he gasped, feeling ashamed, dizzy, helplessly horny, desperate for his orgasm even as he feared what would come after it.

"Good," she murmured. "Oh, you dumb little slut, I'm gonna hurt you so bad after I make you cum."

Inspiration struck. K pushed his body back against the girl's, hard, causing her to fall down onto her back on the ground; she let out a soft, "Ah!" at that, more surprised than hurt.

K went down with her, but managed to stay upright, so that he was sitting directly on her cock. "Hah! Ohhhh God!" The girl's cock was stabbing him deep now, he felt full, it felt ecstatic. He began grinding his body backward and forward on the cock, ooh fuck that felt good, and from the way the girl was breathing it was good for her too. "Not if I make you cum first!" he gasped.

"So that's what this is, huh?" The girl sounded distinctly amused. "Heh, you're a crazy little slut, you know that?"

"Shut up," K shot back, still grinding. God, the way this motion was rubbing the cock against his insides felt amazing, and riding on top of her, being in control now, made him feel so powerful, so, well, sexy. He couldn't help himself, his hand went down under his skirt to play with his cock.

"Heh," the girl said, "aren't you worried you're still gonna get yourself off first?"

"No," K gasped. It was a lie though, if the girl didn't get off soon... Well, he could feel himself getting closer, and he didn't think he could stop himself if he wanted to, he was a slave now to his own rhythm, the grinding of her cock against his insides.

"Mmmm, it does feel good though," the girl murmured. "You sure you've never ridden a cock before?"

K shook his head. "No, never."

"Hmm, well you're a natural," she said, before thrusting upward into him.

"Ahhh!" Ooh, that was ecstatic, this glorious deep stab, hurt in the best possible way.

"Oh, you like that?" The girl sounded amused.

"Yes, yes! OH!"

The girl jabbed him with her cock again, then settled into a steady rhythm of upward thrusts. "Hmmm, you love my cock, don't you?" she moaned.

"I... I guess!" K gasped.

The girl cackled at that. "Hmmm, you'll take anything I give you, huh? You're a good boy."

"Ah! AHHHhhh..." An instant after the girl said that, K's cock started gushing cum. He put his palm over his urethra, attempting to catch the rest of it, but it was shooting out so hard, he knew it was still getting all over everything. So much of it... did he normally cum this much, did it normally last this long? Did it normally feel this fucking good?

At last the cum stopped coming out, K sat there on top of the girl, feeling warm, dazed, sublimely relaxed. He could feel the girl stroking at his hips with both hands. "Did that feel good?" she asked.

He let out a satisfied sigh. "Yeah."

"Nice." A moment later, the stroking hands on his hips tightened to a firm grip and she ground her cock up into him, hard.

"HAUNGH!" A weird, deep grunt, K was surprised that he could make such a noise, but God had that thrust hurt. An entirely different sensation than the one he'd been in love with a few seconds ago, his hole felt so dry, so raw, like all of the friction he'd received suddenly hit him all at once.

He heard the girl cackle again. "I told you what was coming, remember?" She dealt his ass another sharp blow.

"Argh!" He tried to lift himself up, but the girl's hands were holding him tightly, her nails digging into the flesh around his hip bones.

"Oh, stupid boy, thinking you could outlast me." Thrust.

"Nnh!"

"God, all you bitches cream yourselves the instant I bust out the 'good boy' line." Thrust.

"Stop it!"

"Do you feel like a good boy now, dumbass?" Another thrust, another grunt. "Naw sweetie, you're a very," thrust, "naughty," thrust, "boy," thrust. "And I'm gonna punish you." One of her hands ran up from K's hip under his skirt to give his cock a squeeze.

"Nngah!" Ooh, his cock was sensitive too, he jolted away from the touch immediately. Only this time, with only one hand on his hip, he was able to pull himself off her and stand up. Immediately, he started to sprint forward, panicking, had to get away from her, but he was running deeper into the alleyway and it was a dead end, dammit, dammit.

Faster than he would've thought possible, the girl caught up with him. She lunged for him, wrapping her arms around him as she tackled him to the ground. As they fell, she rammed her cock back up his ass. He let out a loud "Argh-- Oof!" When they hit the ground, the girl started fucking into him hard and fast with a savage ferocity.

"Hrrgh," she growled into his ear, "thought you could get away from me, huh? I still haven't gotten my orgasm. You don't want to be a selfish lover, do you?"

"Stop it!" K protested. He was struggling, writhing beneath her, no use, he couldn't get free, just had to endure the repeated deep gut punches by her huge throbbing cock.

The thing was, even when he gave up hope of escape, he continued writhing, settling into a weird rhythm of grinding himself against the ground, for some reason it seemed to help him endure.

"Are you fucking dry humping the concrete?" the girl asked, sounding amused.

K blinked. Oh yeah, that was what he was doing. Not directly on the concrete, obviously, but he was moving in such a way that his dick, which was still mostly erect, was rubbing against the fabric of his clothes. His dick was still tender, it was a rough sensation, but fuck it, every sensation was rough right now, this was at least helping him cope.

"Hehehe, you're a freaky little slut, aren't you?" the girl hissed into his ear. "Fuck, I bet you're gonna cum again."

Maybe so. K had been shot through into a different world of sensation, nothing his body was feeling right now was familiar, but the awful ramming of the girl's cock up his ass was becoming more... pleasurable wasn't quite it, but satisfying, like scratching an itch deep inside him, like when you knew scratching was making it worse but you couldn't stop yourself. "I... Argh! I guess I might," he managed. 

 "Hmmm, you're fuckin' desperate for that second cum dude. I've busted you open, you're a pure slut now. Mmmm..." she put a hand on his frizzy hair and yanked it hard. "I bet you're desperate to be dicked down by any shemale who wants you. They'll be lining up to rail you, trust me, you'll be getting held down by gangs of horny futanari and just deep fucked over and over for hours. Is that what you want bitch?"

"AH! Ohhhh..." The second orgasm was weaker than the first, a few little trickles of cum spurting out onto his skirt, but it still felt like a massive release of tension, he moaned loudly.

"Hah, that's what I thought," the girl said smugly. "Fuck, I'm almost there, brace yourself you little bitch..."

Just like last time, there was a marked increase in the sensitivity of his hole after he came, but now he knew what to expect and could endure it more easily. And he could tell the end was in sight, could tell from the fast, desperate rutting, her low staccato grunts on each exhalation, the tension K could feel in every part of her body that was touching his, begging for release. A couple of times he wondered, is this it, is this it, but he could tell very distinctly when she pushed over the edge, a long, gratified growl and an emphatic thrust deep into his body. The change in her body was immediate, as if all the tightness in every muscle was flowing out of her and into K's ass. K was expecting to feel fluid gushing into him, but no, he just felt her cock widening as it pumped semen and her jagged, convulsive thrusts on each spurt.

When it was over, she let out a long, satisfied sigh. "Fuck, that was great." She lingered on top of him for a moment, her cock still buried inside him, before she planted a quick kiss on his cheek and pulled herself up off of him.

K lay there on the ground, dazed. Felt so strange for his body to not be touching hers. She was a few feet away, stuffing her cock back into her skirt, but he missed her. God, he felt... so much. Used up, sore, battered, debased. His ass felt so wide, he hadn't been able to feel the cum going in but he could feel very distinctly that it was trickling out of his gaping hole, running down his taint. His underwear, he noticed, had been absolutely destroyed, the tears Rose had made with her fingernails had expanded into huge holes on the front from friction as he'd rubbed himself on the ground, pretty much his entire thigh was bare against the concrete.

He looked behind him at the girl. She was staring down at her crotch, swaying her hips slightly. Something she saw must have displeased her, because she put a hand down the waist of her skirt to adjust her cock.

In the years that followed, K would often contemplate how things might have gone differently if he'd just let Rose walk away, if he'd laid there until she was gone. He could've saved himself a lot of pain, a lot of shame. But in the moment, he wanted badly to remain in her presence, was stricken by the thought of her slipping away and never seeing her again, never experiencing anything like this again. And besides anything else wasn't relishing the prospect of walking home in his disheveled cum-stained clothes all by himself.

So he got up, dusted himself off a little, then scurried over to where the girl stood to wrap his arms around her. She was tall, tall enough that K's face was about at tit-level, and when he pressed his body against hers his face was buried in her soft breasts.

The girl let out a surprised little, "Oh!" at his embrace. She stood there a moment, hands hovering vaguely near K's body before she hugged him back. She bent down and kissed the top of his head.

"Thank you for this," K said, feeling absurd as he said it, "thank you so much."

"Heh. I didn't do it out of kindness sweetheart. Hmmm," she kissed the top of his head again, "fuck you're cute, you know that?"

He gave her a squeeze. "I do now."

"Huh." She sounded thoughtful. "Nice."

"Will you walk me home?" K asked.

"Where do you live?" she asked.

"Jennings Hall."

"Ennhhhh, that's further than I wanna walk right now, nah."

K's next inhalation didn't go in right. A moment later he felt on the verge of panic. "What, but, why not?" he squeaked. "I wanted, I didn't want... Don't leave me alone out here all... like this."

The girl's fingers thoughtfully stroked K's back. "What if," she offered, "you walk back with me to my place and I keep fucking your brains out?"

K felt this kind of dread glee, an undercurrent of fearful anticipation with a giddy delicious excitement dancing over it. In a high little voice, "Yes please!"

"You sure?" the girl asked, in what K would eventually recognize as her 'pretending to care' voice. "It seemed like it was maybe a little much for you."

"I," he paused, not sure how to say it, "I want more. I want more of this, I want to feel owned like I just felt again, more than I've ever wanted anything in my life."

"Hmmmm." A deep, lustful noise, K felt her body rumbling against his. "You know I'm not gonna go any easier on you."

His body quivered. "That's fine. I can handle it."

She sucked in air sharply and held him tightly against her. "Perhaps you can. Either way I'll have fun with you." A pause, neither of them saying anything, K just enjoying the comfort of her embrace against his sore body. The girl eventually broke the silence. "C'mon, let's get walking."

As they moved through the thick crowd of people in the direction of the university, the girl leading K by the hand, she turned to him to say, "I live right on the corner of 4th and Poplar."

K nodded. "So, are you a student?"

The girl snorted. "Barely. On the verge of failing, like, all my classes. It's not like I'm dumb, you know, I'm really smart, probably like medically a genius if I ever got tested, just... I can't make myself care about my classes, you know? Like, what's the point?"

K nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I haven't picked out a major yet, still not sure what I want to do with myself."

"I know a few things you want to do with yourself. Heh." The girl smirked at him. "You know you could make a career out of getting railed if you wanted."

K got a bashful grin on his face and looked down, managing to mostly suppress the giggles. "I'm not gonna be a prostitute, come on."

The girl shrugged. "I mean you could."

K rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah." They walked in silence for a few moments before K said, "I just realized I don't actually know your name."

The girl snorted. "Mr. Not Gonna Be a Prostitute over here, giving it up to a girl who's name he doesn't know."

"Well," K said, a little testily, "what is your name then?"

She grinned down at him. "My name's Rose Nail."

"That's a really cool name."

Still grinning, "I know. So what's your name, boy?"

He hesitated a moment before saying, "I go by K."

Rose Nail nodded. "Mm. And what's that short for?"

"Not sure yet."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Fuck does that mean?"

K shrugged uncomfortably.

"I dunno. I like going by just 'K,' it's nice and short and punchy, I guess."

Rose nodded. "It suits you. You are short."

"Shut up," K said, though he had a big smile on.

"And nice!" Rose gave his hand a squeeze. "Not punchy, though, you're real... docile."

"Whatever," K said, shaking his head, still grinning. "So, are you like me?"

Rose blinked. "I dunno. What are you like?"

"Like, did you used to be a boy?"

She snorted. "Fuck no. I'm a futanari, born like this."

"Got it," K said. "You know, my mother warned me about futas."

"Oh yeah?" He was worried she'd be insulted, but she just seemed curious, slightly amused. "What did she warn you about us for?"

"Just, that futas were out there trying to trick unsuspecting boys like me into thinking they were normal women so they could have their way with us," K said, feeling self-conscious about the fact that this was essentially exactly what Rose had just done to him.

Rose tisked. "What an unfair stereotype. Most futas are nothing like me." She shot him a wink. "And so, when your mother told you those things, how did it make you feel?"

"I didn't... I mean, I was never that concerned about it or anything, I didn't, like, hold anything against people like you," K said nervously.

"Well good," Rose said, unconcerned, "but what I'm asking is, how did it make you feel? Like when you imagined futas doing that?"

K shrugged. "I dunno. Jealous, I guess, of those boys."

Rose blinked several times, that clearly wasn't what she was expecting to hear. She broke into a huge grin. "Jealous of them, huh? You trying to sucker futas in so you can ram your dick up their ass?"

"No!" K squeaked.

"Here I thought you were a bottom," Rose went on, clearly amused, "you telling me you're a secret dom top?"

"It's not like that, I'm not trying to do anything sneaky, I just..." he wasn't sure how to articulate it. 

Rose looked down at K, saying nothing at first, just this smug knowing expression on her face. "I could help you with that."

K gasped. "Really?" His voice had jumped up an octave, he noticed. How undignified.

"Oh yeah," Rose nodded, "like, you've got potential. Spend some time with me, I can show you how to be irresistible to a real futanari."

Deep breaths in and out while K contemplated this. "I'd like that," he managed.

Rose released his hand and put her arm around his shoulder. "Nice."