On the Receiving End. (futa on male)

Story by Kuroshio

Just your basic girl meats boy school tale.

(futa on male, anal, interracial, first-timers)

The only benefit to taking a class at seven-thirty in the morning was the fact that when I came back home at ten, my house was mercifully empty. No parents, no annoying little sister, no reason I couldn't fully relax as I turned my computer back on, browsed to my favorite site and set a nice video to play while I broke out the Vaseline for a bit of self-love. The fact that the highlight of my day was usually jerking off at ten in the morning was a bit sad whenever I thought about it, but I didn't think about it much, which helped immensely with my self-image. On that day, it was a pair of blonde hard bodies who wore matching bikinis, one red and pink and the other green and frilly.

I skipped the first couple of minutes of the video then leaned back in my chair, pulling out my cock as they transitioned from the boring stripping and dancing portion of the video to actual interesting portions. The bottle blonde in red and pink was being dog-walked by the other, a thick white collar around her neck, connected to a leash that the other was holding casually in one hand while proceeded with an exaggerated switch to her stride. I was interested, I must admit, even though I've never been the guy that cared all that much about foreplay or setup or suspense in my porn. There was just something hot about it that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I started slouching as the dog-walk gave way to a bit of making out before a “surprise” cock slipped into frame. I dipped my fingers into the bottle of Vaseline and get ready for the main event. Then the doorbell rang.

Three quick chimes, like someone who was insisting I get right on up and attend to their whims – or else. I cursed while attempting to wipe most of the Vaseline off on the rim of the bottle and simultaneously stuffed myself back into my pants awkwardly, not bothering to button-up. My intent was to crack open the door and tell-off whoever thought coming around to someone's house at 10:15 on a weekday was a good idea. But that fell through when I actually opened up.

It was Jane Kwak, my good friend and buddy since... well, ever. “Jane, what are you –“

“I gotta use your computer real fast!” And just like that, she'd exploded past me without the slightest hesitation, stomping her way up the stairs to my room and leaving me to shut the front door in her wake. It was quite the feat, moving so quickly while wearing the uniform of a professional working woman: white blouse, black pencil skirt and matching heels. She'd always dressed formally and apparently learned to move quite well when so attired. I could only watch as her form quickly entered my room, perfectly familiar to her due to our friendship.

If you're paying attention, you might be wondering, “Hey, didn't you have porn playing on your computer?” In which case the answer is, “Yes.” But I was much slower on that particular uptake and spent several precious seconds trudging up a few steps before remembering I was just at the part where both of the bottle blondes were running their lips along the side of the mystery cock. To say it gave me some degree of motivation would be accurate: I bounded up the remaining four steps in a single leap, another leap brought me into my room and I closed the distance between door frame and my computer in perhaps a quarter of the time it takes for a heart to beat.

She'd seen it. She'd definitely seen it. She'd had to have seen it. But all I could see was Jane pecking away at Wolfram-Alpha. “Sorry about being so abrupt, but I just realized I forgot to check something in my homework and I left my student ID at home and I didn't drive today so there is no way for me to get back and your house is so close to campus and...”

Jane could and did talk at a gallop, stringing together her thoughts with a seemingly endless strand of “and, and, and.” It wasn't that she was dumb – probably smarter than me – but she treated the rules of spoken English with the casual contempt of someone who knew all the rules but didn't care enough to obey.

“...I'll just be a minute, I promise!” she said breathlessly, finally putting her outrageously run-on sentence to rest. The whole time her fingers were flying even faster than her mouth as she pounded out equations and cross-referenced the answers with her own.

“...oh my god, this dick so soooo delicious...”

The sound coming out of my headphones made me blush with an intensity very few men will ever know. Jane, to her credit, didn't even break stride; in fact, she gave every indication of having heard nothing at all, her face completely focused on a bewildering number of equations and formulas. But there was no way it was physically possible she didn't hear; the volume was turned way up to the point they acted more like speakers and the sloppy-wet

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