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Colton's eyes fluttered open. He couldn't see anything through the sudden darkness he encountered. A heavy, soft weight against his face, he began to squirm. His shock waning, he started to remember what had happened. Or rather, what was still happening.
It was after the last class of the day when Colton hung out with some friends near the parking lot. Paul, one of his more outspoken friends, made a joke about Ivy when the group spotted her walking past. Ivy mostly kept to herself, her few friends being nerds. And everyone in the school knew she had a cock. Colton followed his friend's lead, cracking more jokes and taunting the t-girl. Ordinarily, she would have walked right past them without even blinking an eye.
As Colton lay there, the back of his head aching against the rough concrete sidewalk, he couldn't even remember what he'd said. Whatever it was, it had set Ivy off. He could picture her eyes blazing as she screamed at him. Ivy took Colton completely by surprise when she grabbed him and threw him to the ground. None of his friends so much as lifted a finger to help him as the disgruntled t-girl did the unthinkable. Dropping her pants, Ivy sat her large rear end down on his face.
Colton could only pick up bits and pieces of what was being said around him. He could hear the muffled sound of laughter coming from every direction. His initial shock now entirely worn off, Colton tried to wiggle and fight his way free from the big bottom. His fingers dug into the giving flesh of Ivy's ass as he desperately tried to push her off. Ivy lifted some of her weight off his face and used both hands to spread her bubbly butt cheeks. Then she sat back on his head, his face sliding further into the deep crevice of her ass.
The first words Colton could make out with any clarity were Ivy's. "Kiss my hole!" she demanded in a loud, angry tone. The laughter grew around him. Despite Colton's best efforts, her all-encompassing buttocks wouldn't budge. But Colton knew there was no way in hell he'd follow her command.
"Kiss it!" she insisted, angry and completely serious. "I'm not letting you up til you kiss my hole, you fucker!"
Colton's arms flailed desperately. Ivy easily kept him captive under her. She was a big girl. Nearly six feet tall and thick. The bulk of her extra pounds went to her large breasts and even larger ass. It was hard to breathe under her, his nose pressed snugly between her cheeks. The oxygen he did get was tainted by the smell of her ass crack. Colton refused to give in. A teacher had to come by and stop this. He couldn't understand why his friends hadn't done so already.
Ivy impatiently started to rock her hips, riding his face with her backside. The laughter around Colton became even more deafening. He could think of nothing more than getting this crazy girl off of him. Whatever it took, he frantically decided. Colton breathed in what little air he could and then pursed his lips; he reluctantly pushed his face further between her cheeks. He pressed his lips against the little opening of her asshole and kissed it.
Finally ending his humiliation, Ivy lifted her big butt off of him. Her large, low-hanging balls ran over his face as she stood up. "You should think twice about what you say to people, asshole, or you'll be kissing mine again," she told him, pulling her pants up. Colton choked and gasped for fresh air. He was mortified when he noticed almost the entire school surrounding him. The fact that they all had camera phones aimed at him made it that much worse.
Ivy walked off in the direction of her car. The crowd eventually dispersed, exchanging jokes about the incident. Colton realized Paul, who'd promised him a lift home, was nowhere in sight. He stood up on weak legs and walked home alone.
***
Colton ran upstairs when he got home. He went straight for the bathroom and washed his face over the sink, brushing his teeth afterward. In his bedroom now, Colton swore he could still smell her, her ass, on his face. He wiped his lips off again, remembering where Ivy had made him put them. Colton tried to forget it. He turned loud rock music on. Naively, he hoped this whole ordeal was over and done with.
Colton was horrified when he read his Facebook wall later that evening. The thing he wanted to forget seemed to be all anyone talked about. They were making fun of him, taunting him for what Ivy had done to him. Pictures and video of the incident were everywhere. He accidentally put the video on and turned it off immediately with a sick feeling in his stomach.
A knock at the door came not too long after. It was his mom asking him if there was something wrong and whether he'd be down for dinner. He lied and said there wasn't, but that he wouldn't. Colton spent the evening moping around his bedroom, not wanting to face his mother and too afraid of what else he might find online.
The doorbell rang just before seven. A couple minutes later, there was another knock at his door. "Colton, there's someone here for you," his mother told him.
"Tell them to go away," he replied, not wanting to see anyone.
"It's a girl. You sure?" his mom asked him through the door.
Colton perked up a little bit. It could be Lindsey. He'd completely forgotten the date they'd made for that night. Maybe she'd been trying to reach him. His mother told the visitor he'd be right down as he slunk down the stairs. His mother went back into another room. Colton opened the slightly ajar door. He found Ivy behind it instead of Lindsey.
His face soured. He wondered if she was there to stick her dick up his ass and make the humiliation complete. She was the last person he wanted to see tonight. "Here to finish the job or just to gloat about ruining my life?" he asked her somberly.
With a soft sincerity in her voice, "I'm here to apologize," she informed him. Her body language couldn't have been more different from when he'd seen her last. Ivy nibbled on her bottom lip and told him, "I'm really sorry."
"Oh," he responded. Needless to say he hadn't expected an apology.
She ground her heel into the bottom of her shoe and continued, "I shouldn't have done what I did. I lost my temper."
"Uh-huh," Colton replied in a subdued manner. He sighed, "It's all over the internet. I'm a huge freaking joke."
"Yeah," she said remorsefully, "I saw that." Neither of them knew what to say. A few seconds passed before Ivy followed up her last sentence. She said, almost to cheer him up, "They're making fun of me, too."
"But they always do that."
Ivy frowned at his insensitive remark. "Doesn't help that they have my private parts on video now to poke fun at."
"Oh yeah, I saw those comments." Colton unexpectedly smirked, "I guess you could be called worse things than horse cock girl." He couldn't believe after he'd said it that he was actually making light of the situation.
"True," Ivy giggled. "Well, I told my mom I'd be home by now. See you at school. And again, I'm really sorry," she stressed.
Ivy turned and walked back to her car. Colton's eyes were somehow drawn to the sway of her hips as she walked. Her bubbly t-girl butt bounced seductively in time with her steps. He shook it off.
***
Colton was already regretting his decision to go to school the next day by first period. Yesterday's incident was on the tip of everyone's tongue. They made fun of him behind his back, and even right to his face. It seemed to make no difference. Considering the plethora of video evidence in existence of his humiliation, you'd think they'd actually get what happened straight! Colton heard jokes at the beginning of the day about how Ivy had smothered him with her great big butt until he'd passed out. Some other k**s were passing it around school that Ivy made him lick her ass and then jerked off on his face. In short, their vicious taunts spared him no humiliation.
Colton spent the day like a pariah. When lunch rolled around, he found himself shunned by his friends and forced to eat at a table all by himself. He stayed that way until Ivy, who usually ate outside with her small group of unpopular friends, sat down across from him at the previously empty table with her lunch tray.
"What do you want?" he grumbled.
"Okay, I wasn't going to say anything... but I'd take your dessert if you don't want it," she replied cheerfully.
"Take it," Colton told her. He waved it away with his hand.
"Sweet." Ivy took the extra large chocolate chip cookie from his tray and picked off some of the chocolate chips, popping them into her mouth. She sat there so happily. Colton, on the other hand, had become more embittered after enduring insults all day from his classmates.
"Looks like she's taken Colton as her bitch!" someone called out. Colton looked behind him and saw an entire table was making fun of him. "He's gotta give her his dessert or she'll sit on his face again!" another one cackled.
Colton's eyes shot back to Ivy's. He expected to find her just as embarrassed. Instead, she seemed unaffected. "This doesn't bother you?" he asked her with bewilderment.
"I don't let it." Ivy took a sip from of her soda. "Morons say what they think they're supposed to say. And this school is full of those."
"I can't believe I'm getting advice on not letting this bother me from the girl who shoved my face in her butt crack," he bellyached.
"You're right, you are! That's funny." Ivy chuckled, her plush lips curving into a grin.
Her upbeat attitude became a little infectious. Colton tried to block it out. Then he asked her something he'd been wondering. "You know, with everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't even remember what I said to you that started all this. What was it?"
"You called me fat," Ivy told him, face suddenly gloomy.
"What?" Colton was close to spitting out his food at her revelation. "That's it?" he asked in disbelief. "I mean, people are always making fun of you for having... well, uh, you know the body part I mean."
"I get what you mean," Ivy replied. "It's just that any girl like me who chooses to live this way knows she's going to encounter a lot of people who have a problem with 'it' and her. Like I told you, I chalk those comments up to idiocy." The pretty t-girl put her napkin down over her food and bit her lower lip. "So yeah," she said thoughtfully.
Colton was already kicking himself for what he was about to say. This was the girl after all who'd placed him in this predicament. He couldn't stop himself. "I'm sorry I called you that," the apology came out of his mouth.
"That actually means a lot. Anyway, I have a class to get to. If you're still eating lunch alone tomorrow, I hope you'll let me eat with you again." She touched his hand with hers.
"My friends won't even be seen with me," he lamented.
Ivy stood up and winked at him. "You know what they say about friends who bail on you. Not really friends..." she grabbed her tray and left. Once again, Colton's eye tracked her shapely behind as it swayed. Somehow the taunts he heard didn't seem quite as loud anymore.
***
The next few school days went about the same way for Colton. His friends, and the school at large had ostracized him, but Ivy ate lunch with him every day. They were actually starting to become good friends. It was on the day after their third lunch that she offered to drive him home. Colton accepted. Neither he nor Ivy paid any attention to what was being snickered about around them when he got into her car.
Their ride back to his house was a pleasant one. They talked about school and music, movies, and a lot of things in between. Colton spent nearly the entire ride looking over at her. He'd been unable to force his eyes off of her sizable cleavage the last two times they'd had lunch. His eyes focused in on her pretty face, then lowered to her chest and even at her butt. Because she was sitting, her shirt rode up her lower back. It left just enough of her skin exposed to allow Colton a glimpse down the back of her jeans to her shapely posterior.
Ivy parked next to the tree lawn in front of his house and turned to Colton, noticing the goofy expression on his face as he stared at her. "What?"
"Hmm...?" he responded coyly.
"What's that face for?" she inquired.
"No... nothing," he replied unconvincingly.
"I believe that," Ivy grinned slyly. "So I'll see you tomorrow. And save me your dessert!" she demanded playfully.
"Sure thing," he smiled back at her.
Colton was starting to get out when she called to him, "Hey..." he turned back around and she lunged at him. Ivy pressed her wet lips to his and kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately. He found himself kissing her back with matched intensity, his arms instinctively wrapping around her. The kiss broke and they both laughed nervously. "See you," she winked at him, licking her lips.
Colton stepped out of the car. He was relieved to find his legs still worked properly.
***
Colton didn't mind his predicament as much anymore. More surprisingly, things started to improve at school. Classmates weren't laughing behind his back as much. He went into the weekend feeling a lot of better about everything. Colton and Ivy communicated online almost nonstop that weekend.
Colton's Monday morning classes passed quickly. Later on, he walked with his lunch through the cafeteria to an empty table. The familiar voice of his friend Paul yelled out to him, "Sit over here, Colton." He spun around to where Paul sat at a table with a lot of their friends. Colton finally decided with a little more insistence from his old friends that he'd sit with them only until Ivy showed up.
"Sure is a lot better than having lunch with you know who," Paul laughed. The rest of the table broke out into laughter with their own little jabs. Colton laughed too, mostly out of discomfort. He watched the doors for Ivy throughout the entire lunch period. When he didn't see her, Colton was disappointed, but he decided she must have just ended up eating lunch outside.
Colton went through his afternoon classes still wondering exactly why Ivy hadn't showed up for lunch. He realized something he'd been slowly discovering, that he liked talking with and being with her more than with his old friends. It wasn't until the end of the day that he ran into her.
Colton walked faster to catch up with her and said, "Hey, I didn't see you today."
In a snippy tone she replied, "Didn't look very hard either."
"What's wrong?" he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her from walking away.
She pulled her arm free and told him, "I saw you eating with Paul and the rest of them. Guess they'll finally be seen with you."
"It wasn't my decision to eat with them," he tried to defend himself. "Well, I mean it was, but..."
Ivy told him coldly, "I get it. Things go back to normal. You can have your old life back. Good for you." She seemed more agitated when she added, "I saw you guys laughing together. Were you sharing all the things I've told you about me with them? They'll be able to make fun of me much more efficiently from now on! At least help them come up with some new jokes. I already know my ass is big enough to have its own license plate."
"That's not true," he shook his head. "I didn't tell them anything. And your ass is perfect by the way," he admitted. "I was just biding my time for when you showed up. So I could eat with you. I didn't even touch my dessert because I was saving it for you, I swear," he told her sincerely.
She gave him a hard look, divining whether he was telling the truth or not. Her face softened and she said, "Oh," her expression saddened, "I overreacted. I just saw you with them and thought..." Colton grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He smiled and then they kissed, ignoring the people around them.
Their lips parted and Ivy asked him with a mischievous grin, "My mom won't be home for a couple hours. Wanna go back to my house?"
"Uh-huh," Colton answered breathlessly.
"Good," she ran her tongue over her soft lips and then kissed him again. Then she led him by the hand to her car.
***
Their lips mashed together on the couch in Ivy's living room. Colton could feel her nipples stiffen and poke against his chest. That wasn't the only thing which had stiffened and pressed against him, of course. Ivy moaned into his mouth while his tongue chased hers. Their joint desires fed a palpable sexual energy which filled the room. It was a natural progression that their hands would start to explore each other. The only time their lips untwisted was for the momentary capture of breath.
Both of Ivy's hands moved slowly down Colton's back. Meanwhile, he soon had one handful of her warm breast and the other feeling and massaging one of her butt cheeks. His cock was so hard that it began to throb. Ivy's had already drenched her panties in pre-cum. She traced with her lips from his jaw to his ear, "I've been bad. Jumping to conclusions about you I shouldn't have. I wanna make it up to you," she whispered huskily.
"Oh yeah?" he responded, hoping he could mask his excitement.
"Yeah," she swirled her tongue around his outer ear.
"Well, would you--" he started to ask.
"Would I bottom for you?" she said, giggling afterward.
A spasm of excitement rocked through Colton. "I was going to say let me see your boobs," he confessed quickly. "You, you'd let me put it in you?"
Ivy nodded her head with an ear to ear grin. "But there is a catch," she said quickly.
"A catch... huh, what catch?" His imagination ran wild with images of his penis pressed between the bubbly t-girl cheeks of her beautiful ass.
"You have to lick my hole first."
"Is that the rule?" he asked her with a smirk.
"The rule I made up right this second. Yes," she kissed him playfully.
"Oh, so it's official then," he joked.
"Yeah-huh! So is it a deal?" Ivy enticed him further by taking his hands and rubbing them all over her heart-shaped butt.
"Fuck yes."
Ivy put her hand in his lap and felt his throbbing prick. She teasingly squeezed it, causing him to exhale sharply. She smiled at him while she undid her jeans. She rolled them down her shapely thighs and then turned around on the couch, presenting her ass to him.
"Just don't tickle me," she warned with a girlish giggle. Colton admired her ass quietly. It was like a piece of artwork. Surely somebody's masterpiece. Round and inviting, both big cheeks made his mouth water. Then his eyes zeroed in on the deep, long crack of her ass. "What's taking so long?" Ivy asked him impatiently. "Second thoughts? You don't wanna do it anymore?"
Colton had lost track of time for a minute there, marveling over every beautiful inch. To answer her question, he shoved his face between her cushy butt cheeks. Then he licked, with his tongue starting nearly at her balls, all the way up the length of her crack. Ivy's body tensed. She developed goosebumps as Colton flicked his tongue in short strokes up and down her crack. He used two fingers to pry apart one of her globes and couldn't resist kissing the rose-colored skin on the inside of her cheeks. Colton soaked in her warmth, bringing his tongue ever closer to her tiny hole.
He spiraled his tongue and licked in circles over the smooth, soft flesh. Finally arriving at her asshole, he touched the tip of his tongue to the tiny opening. Ivy took in an anticipatory breath. Colton laid his tongue flat against her hole and gave it a long lick. She moaned as his tongue hardened against her entrance and gently eased its way inside.
"Mmm, I like this. You're hitting just the right spots. I like it a lot!" Ivy straightened her back.
Colton pressed his lips to her butthole and gave the wrinkled skin a kiss. Next he concentrated his tongue on her hole, fucking her with the stiff tip. Ivy's body dug into the couch as she tried to push him deeper into the tight orifice. Colton continued to munch gently on her opening, teasing it into allowing more of his tongue inside.
Colton thought of how he'd ended up here, with his head between the great big bubbly cheeks of this beautiful t-girl's ass; his tongue fucking her little opening. The same ass which had made him a laughingstock at school. His hands slid under Ivy's shirt and groped her tits. He pulled his tongue out and planted his lips right on the ring of her asshole. Colton loudly kissed her there with his fingers tweaking her big nipples.
"Mmm..mhmm... ahhh, hey!" she whimpered. "That tickles."
"Oh really," his voice vibrated through her body, tickling her again. Colton brushed his lips to her more lightly and with more speed, purposely causing laughter.
Ivy's legs bounced around on the couch. "Stop or I'm so gonna kick you," she threatened lightheartedly.
Deciding he'd tortured her enough, Colton went back to the pleasure of licking her asshole. A few minutes passed before he took one of his fingers and pressed it to the tight wrinkle. Going slowly, he slid it past her sphincter. He diligently licked around his finger. Colton gently worked her tight hole, feeling her insides stretch around and mold themselves to his finger.
Ivy let out a grunt. Her cock ground into the couch cushion and grew even harder. Colton's teasing finger made her desire something else up her ass. "Get your dick out and fuck me!"
Not needing to be told twice, Colton unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs along with his boxer shorts. He took a tight grip around his throbbing member and pressed the tip all over the crack of her ass. The warmth and softness caused trickles of pre-cum to leak from his tip.
"If you don't fuck me with that stick right now, I'm gonna take mine out and show you how it's done," she moaned out her warning.
Colton took her offhanded remark to be just that, but nonetheless he slid his pipe between her inviting cheeks. Ivy's hole flexed closed hard when his mushroom-shaped head pressed against it. The more he pressed the more it started to open and blossom for him. Colton grabbed a handful of her fleshy butt and slowly drove his cock head into her willing wrinkle.
"That's more like it..." Ivy's voice cut off as his dick made its way deeper inside her.
"Oh, man..." Colton's cock could get used to the incredible warmth it was experiencing inside the walls of Ivy's ass. He let it sit in there, accustoming himself to the indescribable sensations.
Ivy was the one to start slowly humping his dick with her ass. "Do I have to show you how to fuck, Colton? Move those hips!" She urged him on.
Colton took her lead and started to slide his cock around inside her. He pulled partway out and then enjoyed the delicious resistance her straining pleasure hole put up when sliding back into her. Ivy grunted and held on tightly to the couch cushion under her.
"Uh-huh. Fuck me, Colton. Yeah, fuck me. That's it, butt-kisser," she breathed.
"Making fun of me?" he smiled, his cock now plunging in and out of her.
"Yep." Ivy's bubbly cheeks clapped together around his cock when he bottomed out inside her. "But I'm making it up to you."
Ivy's ass enveloped every inch of his cock. Her walls stretched around it. Colton's took a hand off her hips and pulled at one of her full tits. He breathed in hard, expending all his energy on his now rapidly thrusting hips.
"This feels amazing, Ivy," he told her.
"Doesn't feel so bad from my end either," she wiggled her naked bottom at him. Ivy's cock was grinding between two couch cushions. God, this felt good.
Colton had been with a couple girls in the past. It hadn't been like this. Their pussies couldn't match the feeling of Ivy's ass. And, to tell the truth, his feelings for those girls couldn't match the way he felt about Ivy. The realization sent a pleasurable shock through Colton's body. It shot through his cock like a rod getting hit by lightning. "Holy fuck," he muttered.
Ivy's moans made the experience even more satisfying. Colton thrust harder, wanting to make the gorgeous t-girl cry out for him. "I'm really... I'm fucking you..." he told her. His cock was harder than it had ever been. A need for relief was soon building up inside him.
"You better believe it! Mmmmmm." Ivy reached behind herself and spread her cheeks, giving Colton an obscene view of the action.
Colton pumped into her tight hole with a depraved fervor. Both of them were sweaty and breathing heavy. Ivy's body was even more beautiful to him, even sexier with a sheen of sex-made sweat. Colton knew he couldn't last much longer. Not like this. Not with her hole clinging and her body moving in unison with his the way it did.
"Oh fuck, Colton. This feels so goooood," she crooned.
Colton grunted in response. Then he said, "I'm gonna cum -- I swear I'm gonna cum any second!"
"Do it now! Stay inside me," she told him, humping her delectable backside at him with more authority.
Ivy's own cock started to shoot between the couch cushions when she felt the first burst of semen blast off inside her. She'd have to clean the couch before her mom got home, but it was worth it. Colton could feel her insides tense around him. He had this thought that she might be cumming too, and that turned him on even more. He held onto her for dear life, filling her asshole with his seed.
Colton gasped for breath. Ivy, her backside full of cum, had a little more composure. She gave a contented sigh and said, "That was worth a little butt-kissing, wasn't it? Better than playing video games with Paul."
Colton laid his chest down on her back. "Yeah." He kissed her neck. "Doing anything with you is." It was the first time he'd consciously thought that he was glad this had all happened. He was glad, thankful even, to the forces that be, that this incredible t-girl had grabbed him outside school and sat her ample bottom down on his face. Maybe it didn't have to be in front of the whole school, he chuckled to himself, but this was the first time he found himself okay with it.
"I better get you home if I'm going to clean this place up before my mom gets home," she told him. Ivy got out from under him and stood up. Her legs were more wobbly than she'd expected. Colton grabbed her hand and helped steady her. "Woah, I'm a little more sore than I thought," she winked at him.
***
The two shared another passionate kiss in the car before he got out at his house. "So we're gonna eat lunch together tomorrow. You better wait for me this time," she told him.
"I will," he assured her, sneaking another kiss from her afterward. "I'm not stupid. I know I won't be able to do that again if I blow you off."
"Perceptive boy," she smiled. "Finish your peas and say all your prayers and you might just get lucky again."
***
That night and the following day saw Colton walking on air. He texted Ivy when he first woke up and eagerly awaited seeing her at school. Lunch couldn't come soon enough. When it did, they sat together. They shared a new closeness now. The kind that only comes from an intimate butt-fuck. Colton didn't so much as glance at the table where his old friends were seated. His mom would be at a conference all night so he asked Ivy over and she immediately accepted.
It wasn't until the end of the day that anything went wrong in Colton's world. He'd thought about Ivy and what they'd done the day prior throughout all of his afternoon classes. Colton had to hide his boner with his math books after Algebra to get out the door. An enthusiastic jolt ran through him when he saw Ivy outside after the final bell.
Ivy waited for him very nearly in the same spot where she'd thrown him to the concrete and made him kiss her rosehole. Colton licked his lips as his eyes scanned over her body. How could he not have noticed this superb beauty for what she was in the past. How blinded he must have been. Colton's cock had a mini-seizure at the thought of plunging into that stunning butt again.
"It looks like you're not exactly Mr. Pure Intentions anymore," Ivy giggled, her eyes darting to the front of his pants.
"You're one to talk," he retorted, noticing a similar, though larger, bulge in her jeans.
Ivy blushed. "You do that to me," she said. Once he got close enough, she grabbed him by his shirt and planted her luscious, full lips on his. Colton was so engrossed in this kiss that he hadn't noticed Paul and a bunch of classmates he used to call friends show up behind them.
"Back to the scene of the crime, huh?" Paul's words broke their kiss.
"Shut up," Colton replied sharply.
"You're the biggest faggot in school, Colton, you know that?" A couple of his friends laughed around Paul.
Colton was about to say something, but Ivy beat him to the punch. "Shut up about him!" She half-growled, half-screeched at Paul.
"Guess we know who the man in the relationship is," Paul chuckled. "Letting your girlfriend fight your battles for you. Ivy wears the pants and Colton wears the skirt and panties." his words earned him a few more laughs from his cronies.
"I said shut up!" she warned him again.
"Or what?" Paul grinned.
Ivy gritted her teeth.
"Look at her!" Paul implored his friends. "What are you gonna do? Sit on my face? I bet Colton likes taking it up the ass as much as you like giving it. You freaks."
This wasn't going to stop. Colton knew he had to step in, but Ivy acted too quickly. She balled her hand into a fist and slugged Paul -- hard. He fell backwards into his friends. They let him drop to the concrete. Ivy moved like she was going to punch him again and Colton grabbed her. The general consensus from Paul's group of friends, as Paul lay there dumbfounded, trying to bring himself back to full consciousness, was that Ivy was crazy. They quickly fled.
Colton gave the group one last look and then ushered Ivy away before a teacher showed up. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," Ivy answered, holding the hand she'd hit Paul with.
"Sure you're okay?" Colton inquired again as they got into her car.
"My hand hurts a little bit is all. I think he really does have a pile of rocks where his brain should be."
Colton laughed in response. Then he said with concern, "We'll put some ice on it when we get to my house. You still wanna come over?"
"Of course."
Colton tried to process what had happened. He had to figure out this new feeling he had. Ivy had stood up for him. She'd protected him from an altercation. Colton wondered if this is how a girl feels in a relationship. Safe and protected, like their partner could handle anything. It was a nice feeling. Really nice.
Back at Colton's house, he attended to Ivy's hand with an ice pack. She'd have a bruise, but not too bad.
"Satisfied? I'm okay -- really."
"Mmmhmm," Colton softly hummed. He ran his fingers gently over her inflamed knuckles. Colton leaned down and kissed her hand.
"I know what'll make me feel better," Ivy smiled. She used her other hand to lift his head, "Let's pick up where we left off before we were rudely interrupted," she kissed him. Ivy's tongue slipped between Colton's lips and seduced his tongue into locking together.
"You're so concerned about my hand," Ivy told him in between kisses, "It hasn't caused me half the pain my sore bottom has. The first time is the worst. It's going to be easier next time," she told him.
"That was your first time?" Colton asked, their eyes connecting.
"Uh-huh," she shook her head.
Colton's lips latched onto hers. His hands rolled down her back.
"So you can't stick that sweet cock of yours inside of me for a little while, but we could try some other things."
Ivy kissed his neck and wrapped him tighter in her arms. Colton felt so secure there. He wanted to translate into words what he felt so he could tell Ivy what she had come to mean to him. But as they passionately embraced, Colton began to realize that maybe the way to communicate that wasn't through words.
"What other things?"
"I bet I could get you off with my mouth. What do you think?" she placed her lips back on his.
Colton's voice cracked when he asked her, "Would you... like a blow job?"
Ivy stared at him in disbelief. "You mean like you do the blowing? You... you'd do that? Are you serious?"
"I want to make you feel good," he smiled. "You made me feel so good yesterday. Now it's my turn to 'do' you -- right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," she said, still trying to discern whether he was serious.
"Unless you don't want me to..." he said shyly.
"No!" she nearly jumped. "I do. I want you to!" Colton started to laugh at her reaction and she did the same.
"Can we do this some place besides the kitchen?" he asked softly.
Ivy nodded her head and let him lead her to his bedroom. The young t-girl couldn't really hide her excitement, but she didn't want to scare Colton off or make him feel uncomfortable about it. "How do you wanna do this?" she asked him.
"Why don't you just lie on the bed and I'll do the rest?" Her question had given Colton some control back. He was surprised by how unafraid he was. Colton wanted to do this. He wanted to make Ivy feel good. It really was his turn.
With Ivy lying on her back on the bed, you could make out a clearly-defined, thick bulge in her jeans. "You sure you want to do this?" Ivy gave him one last out, in case seeing the monster in her pants had given him second thoughts.
Colton responded by reaching out. His hand landed on the aforementioned bulge. The blunt object inside her jeans started to throb as he caressed it. Colton sat on his side on the bed. He looked up at Ivy, her hair splayed out on his bed pillow and a look of lust in her eyes. He carefully, with a painful slowness, undid and unzipped her jeans. With his help, Ivy wiggled out of them.
The large bulge stretched the material of Ivy's panties to the brink. She didn't take another breath until his warm, soft hand held it again. "So big..." he remarked. It was indeed an impressive tube of girl meat, one he was coming very close to fully unwrapping. It only took Ivy a few seconds to slip out of her panties, again with Colton's help.
Long, hard and throbbing, her thick cock stood straight up. The flared head had a reddish purple hue to it. The very tip glistened with a pearl of strong-smelling pre-ejaculate. Beneath, two very large testicles were encased in a smooth, hairless sac. Colton involuntarily gulped. The air was thick with the smell of sexual arousal.
Colton's fingertips were the first to graze Ivy's aching shaft. He elicited a moan from her lips with the very first touch. Things seemed to be happening in slow motion for each partner. Colton tentatively closed his hand around the teenaged t-girl's shaft.
"It's so warm," he whispered in almost too low of a voice for Ivy to hear.
Colton's face was five or six inches away from her cock as he started to stroke her. He tenderly rubbed a mixture of the pre-cum her tip was producing and his spit along the length of her shaft. Their eyes met as he gave her throbbing penis pleasure.
"Suck it," she implored him, softly at first, and then more loudly. "Please suck it or I won't be able to last. I need to feel your mouth. Do it," she moaned. "Put it in your mouth. Suck me dry."
Colton never broke eye contact as his head dropped. His lips hovered over her over-sized tip. In the blink of an eye his tongue had snaked out and lapped up the excess pre-cum there. Colton swallowed the flavorful liquid and then let his ripe lips brush her mushroom-shaped cock head. He kissed it.
"That really feels wonderful," her eyes shut, "Now close your lips around it before I end up busting all over your face," she warned.
Colton's lips barely stretched wide enough to accept the big head between them. His lips closed down around the throbbing tip of her cock.
"Oh... fuck yeah," she said with a hard breath.
The first-time cock-sucker didn't stop there, he forced his lips to sink lower around her cock until he'd taken around a quarter of her hard dick in his mouth. Colton swallowed hard around it, causing the surface of his tongue and roof of his mouth to smother her womanhood. Ivy shuddered with an intense pang of pleasure.
The teenaged t-girl could hardly contain the pleasurable feelings she now had. "You're really sucking this girl's cock. It feels better than anything on Earth, Colton!"
Determined to give Ivy the royal treatment, Colton, slowly at first, bobbed his head around her cock. Her very large, very hot prick, gave his entire body a warm feeling of excitement and satisfaction.
Colton readily sucked down the pre-cum her tip leaked and then coaxed out more. Ivy's hands came to rest on Colton's head. She applied a light pressure to the back of his head, sending more of her girly fuck meat into his mouth a quarter of an inch at a time. Her toes curled at the tireless work of his tongue.
"Oh god, you really have that cock deep," she moaned. "I can almost... I think I'm all the way at your throat."
Colton suppressed a gag. He could tell from the inflection in Ivy's voice that she'd like to go down his throat. He relaxed his muscles there and then carefully accepted more cock meat between his lips. Ivy's toes snapped on the bed, her body writhing in response. Colton's eyes watered, but he didn't let that stop him as more of her cock disappeared.
"Yes, yes. I'm in. Oh fuck! Your throat is so tight." Ivy's head lifted off the bed. She looked down past her breasts to Colton's reddened face and the bulging cock shoved in his mouth. "And the view I have is absolutely perfect." Her face beamed with a smile.
Colton stopped the teasing of her shaft with his tongue, he focused his energy on hard, vacuum-like sucking. He could tell by Ivy's cock swelling thicker and her increased moaning that she was getting close. Every contraction of his throat, every cheek-caving suck brought her closer. His hands sought her balls and rubbed them.
Breathing hard, she told him, "I'm gonna cum. You're gonna fucking make me cum! You're fucking amazing!"
Ivy's balls churned. Her legs tensed and her cock stiffened in Colton's throat. Nothing could prepare him for the young t-girl's incredible load. He nearly did gag when the first volley shot at light speed straight to what felt like Colton's core.
More spurts followed. Thick ropes of potent cream filled Colton's stomach. All he could do was try to keep up with the flow. Colton swallowed frantically. Ivy held his head tighter. Her heels dug into the bed. Her cock jerked.
"Swallow it. Shit, you're swallowing it! Mother of..." Ivy's eyes clenched shut as she struggled for breath.
The stream of semen slowly subsided. Colton dislodged her prick until he was ever so gently sucking on just the tip. "How was that?" he asked with a sly smile, a string of pearly ejaculate still connecting his lips to her cock.
"Life-changing," she said without a hint of levity in her voice. "I'm never jerking off again. That was... that was beyond words," she grabbed Colton by the arms and lifted him up on her body, then planted her lips on his in a steamy, sperm-tinged kiss.
"I feel the same way," he told her with a grin when their lips parted.
"But..." Ivy said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye, "It really doesn't make us even. You see, I bottomed for you, and until you do the same for me, we won't be even."
Colton's grin grew even wider. "This is true, and it looks like you also owe me a blow job then. I'm ready when you are."
"You drive a hard bargain," she joked, "But you've got yourself a deal."
It was after the last class of the day when Colton hung out with some friends near the parking lot. Paul, one of his more outspoken friends, made a joke about Ivy when the group spotted her walking past. Ivy mostly kept to herself, her few friends being nerds. And everyone in the school knew she had a cock. Colton followed his friend's lead, cracking more jokes and taunting the t-girl. Ordinarily, she would have walked right past them without even blinking an eye.
As Colton lay there, the back of his head aching against the rough concrete sidewalk, he couldn't even remember what he'd said. Whatever it was, it had set Ivy off. He could picture her eyes blazing as she screamed at him. Ivy took Colton completely by surprise when she grabbed him and threw him to the ground. None of his friends so much as lifted a finger to help him as the disgruntled t-girl did the unthinkable. Dropping her pants, Ivy sat her large rear end down on his face.
Colton could only pick up bits and pieces of what was being said around him. He could hear the muffled sound of laughter coming from every direction. His initial shock now entirely worn off, Colton tried to wiggle and fight his way free from the big bottom. His fingers dug into the giving flesh of Ivy's ass as he desperately tried to push her off. Ivy lifted some of her weight off his face and used both hands to spread her bubbly butt cheeks. Then she sat back on his head, his face sliding further into the deep crevice of her ass.
The first words Colton could make out with any clarity were Ivy's. "Kiss my hole!" she demanded in a loud, angry tone. The laughter grew around him. Despite Colton's best efforts, her all-encompassing buttocks wouldn't budge. But Colton knew there was no way in hell he'd follow her command.
"Kiss it!" she insisted, angry and completely serious. "I'm not letting you up til you kiss my hole, you fucker!"
Colton's arms flailed desperately. Ivy easily kept him captive under her. She was a big girl. Nearly six feet tall and thick. The bulk of her extra pounds went to her large breasts and even larger ass. It was hard to breathe under her, his nose pressed snugly between her cheeks. The oxygen he did get was tainted by the smell of her ass crack. Colton refused to give in. A teacher had to come by and stop this. He couldn't understand why his friends hadn't done so already.
Ivy impatiently started to rock her hips, riding his face with her backside. The laughter around Colton became even more deafening. He could think of nothing more than getting this crazy girl off of him. Whatever it took, he frantically decided. Colton breathed in what little air he could and then pursed his lips; he reluctantly pushed his face further between her cheeks. He pressed his lips against the little opening of her asshole and kissed it.
Finally ending his humiliation, Ivy lifted her big butt off of him. Her large, low-hanging balls ran over his face as she stood up. "You should think twice about what you say to people, asshole, or you'll be kissing mine again," she told him, pulling her pants up. Colton choked and gasped for fresh air. He was mortified when he noticed almost the entire school surrounding him. The fact that they all had camera phones aimed at him made it that much worse.
Ivy walked off in the direction of her car. The crowd eventually dispersed, exchanging jokes about the incident. Colton realized Paul, who'd promised him a lift home, was nowhere in sight. He stood up on weak legs and walked home alone.
***
Colton ran upstairs when he got home. He went straight for the bathroom and washed his face over the sink, brushing his teeth afterward. In his bedroom now, Colton swore he could still smell her, her ass, on his face. He wiped his lips off again, remembering where Ivy had made him put them. Colton tried to forget it. He turned loud rock music on. Naively, he hoped this whole ordeal was over and done with.
Colton was horrified when he read his Facebook wall later that evening. The thing he wanted to forget seemed to be all anyone talked about. They were making fun of him, taunting him for what Ivy had done to him. Pictures and video of the incident were everywhere. He accidentally put the video on and turned it off immediately with a sick feeling in his stomach.
A knock at the door came not too long after. It was his mom asking him if there was something wrong and whether he'd be down for dinner. He lied and said there wasn't, but that he wouldn't. Colton spent the evening moping around his bedroom, not wanting to face his mother and too afraid of what else he might find online.
The doorbell rang just before seven. A couple minutes later, there was another knock at his door. "Colton, there's someone here for you," his mother told him.
"Tell them to go away," he replied, not wanting to see anyone.
"It's a girl. You sure?" his mom asked him through the door.
Colton perked up a little bit. It could be Lindsey. He'd completely forgotten the date they'd made for that night. Maybe she'd been trying to reach him. His mother told the visitor he'd be right down as he slunk down the stairs. His mother went back into another room. Colton opened the slightly ajar door. He found Ivy behind it instead of Lindsey.
His face soured. He wondered if she was there to stick her dick up his ass and make the humiliation complete. She was the last person he wanted to see tonight. "Here to finish the job or just to gloat about ruining my life?" he asked her somberly.
With a soft sincerity in her voice, "I'm here to apologize," she informed him. Her body language couldn't have been more different from when he'd seen her last. Ivy nibbled on her bottom lip and told him, "I'm really sorry."
"Oh," he responded. Needless to say he hadn't expected an apology.
She ground her heel into the bottom of her shoe and continued, "I shouldn't have done what I did. I lost my temper."
"Uh-huh," Colton replied in a subdued manner. He sighed, "It's all over the internet. I'm a huge freaking joke."
"Yeah," she said remorsefully, "I saw that." Neither of them knew what to say. A few seconds passed before Ivy followed up her last sentence. She said, almost to cheer him up, "They're making fun of me, too."
"But they always do that."
Ivy frowned at his insensitive remark. "Doesn't help that they have my private parts on video now to poke fun at."
"Oh yeah, I saw those comments." Colton unexpectedly smirked, "I guess you could be called worse things than horse cock girl." He couldn't believe after he'd said it that he was actually making light of the situation.
"True," Ivy giggled. "Well, I told my mom I'd be home by now. See you at school. And again, I'm really sorry," she stressed.
Ivy turned and walked back to her car. Colton's eyes were somehow drawn to the sway of her hips as she walked. Her bubbly t-girl butt bounced seductively in time with her steps. He shook it off.
***
Colton was already regretting his decision to go to school the next day by first period. Yesterday's incident was on the tip of everyone's tongue. They made fun of him behind his back, and even right to his face. It seemed to make no difference. Considering the plethora of video evidence in existence of his humiliation, you'd think they'd actually get what happened straight! Colton heard jokes at the beginning of the day about how Ivy had smothered him with her great big butt until he'd passed out. Some other k**s were passing it around school that Ivy made him lick her ass and then jerked off on his face. In short, their vicious taunts spared him no humiliation.
Colton spent the day like a pariah. When lunch rolled around, he found himself shunned by his friends and forced to eat at a table all by himself. He stayed that way until Ivy, who usually ate outside with her small group of unpopular friends, sat down across from him at the previously empty table with her lunch tray.
"What do you want?" he grumbled.
"Okay, I wasn't going to say anything... but I'd take your dessert if you don't want it," she replied cheerfully.
"Take it," Colton told her. He waved it away with his hand.
"Sweet." Ivy took the extra large chocolate chip cookie from his tray and picked off some of the chocolate chips, popping them into her mouth. She sat there so happily. Colton, on the other hand, had become more embittered after enduring insults all day from his classmates.
"Looks like she's taken Colton as her bitch!" someone called out. Colton looked behind him and saw an entire table was making fun of him. "He's gotta give her his dessert or she'll sit on his face again!" another one cackled.
Colton's eyes shot back to Ivy's. He expected to find her just as embarrassed. Instead, she seemed unaffected. "This doesn't bother you?" he asked her with bewilderment.
"I don't let it." Ivy took a sip from of her soda. "Morons say what they think they're supposed to say. And this school is full of those."
"I can't believe I'm getting advice on not letting this bother me from the girl who shoved my face in her butt crack," he bellyached.
"You're right, you are! That's funny." Ivy chuckled, her plush lips curving into a grin.
Her upbeat attitude became a little infectious. Colton tried to block it out. Then he asked her something he'd been wondering. "You know, with everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't even remember what I said to you that started all this. What was it?"
"You called me fat," Ivy told him, face suddenly gloomy.
"What?" Colton was close to spitting out his food at her revelation. "That's it?" he asked in disbelief. "I mean, people are always making fun of you for having... well, uh, you know the body part I mean."
"I get what you mean," Ivy replied. "It's just that any girl like me who chooses to live this way knows she's going to encounter a lot of people who have a problem with 'it' and her. Like I told you, I chalk those comments up to idiocy." The pretty t-girl put her napkin down over her food and bit her lower lip. "So yeah," she said thoughtfully.
Colton was already kicking himself for what he was about to say. This was the girl after all who'd placed him in this predicament. He couldn't stop himself. "I'm sorry I called you that," the apology came out of his mouth.
"That actually means a lot. Anyway, I have a class to get to. If you're still eating lunch alone tomorrow, I hope you'll let me eat with you again." She touched his hand with hers.
"My friends won't even be seen with me," he lamented.
Ivy stood up and winked at him. "You know what they say about friends who bail on you. Not really friends..." she grabbed her tray and left. Once again, Colton's eye tracked her shapely behind as it swayed. Somehow the taunts he heard didn't seem quite as loud anymore.
***
The next few school days went about the same way for Colton. His friends, and the school at large had ostracized him, but Ivy ate lunch with him every day. They were actually starting to become good friends. It was on the day after their third lunch that she offered to drive him home. Colton accepted. Neither he nor Ivy paid any attention to what was being snickered about around them when he got into her car.
Their ride back to his house was a pleasant one. They talked about school and music, movies, and a lot of things in between. Colton spent nearly the entire ride looking over at her. He'd been unable to force his eyes off of her sizable cleavage the last two times they'd had lunch. His eyes focused in on her pretty face, then lowered to her chest and even at her butt. Because she was sitting, her shirt rode up her lower back. It left just enough of her skin exposed to allow Colton a glimpse down the back of her jeans to her shapely posterior.
Ivy parked next to the tree lawn in front of his house and turned to Colton, noticing the goofy expression on his face as he stared at her. "What?"
"Hmm...?" he responded coyly.
"What's that face for?" she inquired.
"No... nothing," he replied unconvincingly.
"I believe that," Ivy grinned slyly. "So I'll see you tomorrow. And save me your dessert!" she demanded playfully.
"Sure thing," he smiled back at her.
Colton was starting to get out when she called to him, "Hey..." he turned back around and she lunged at him. Ivy pressed her wet lips to his and kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately. He found himself kissing her back with matched intensity, his arms instinctively wrapping around her. The kiss broke and they both laughed nervously. "See you," she winked at him, licking her lips.
Colton stepped out of the car. He was relieved to find his legs still worked properly.
***
Colton didn't mind his predicament as much anymore. More surprisingly, things started to improve at school. Classmates weren't laughing behind his back as much. He went into the weekend feeling a lot of better about everything. Colton and Ivy communicated online almost nonstop that weekend.
Colton's Monday morning classes passed quickly. Later on, he walked with his lunch through the cafeteria to an empty table. The familiar voice of his friend Paul yelled out to him, "Sit over here, Colton." He spun around to where Paul sat at a table with a lot of their friends. Colton finally decided with a little more insistence from his old friends that he'd sit with them only until Ivy showed up.
"Sure is a lot better than having lunch with you know who," Paul laughed. The rest of the table broke out into laughter with their own little jabs. Colton laughed too, mostly out of discomfort. He watched the doors for Ivy throughout the entire lunch period. When he didn't see her, Colton was disappointed, but he decided she must have just ended up eating lunch outside.
Colton went through his afternoon classes still wondering exactly why Ivy hadn't showed up for lunch. He realized something he'd been slowly discovering, that he liked talking with and being with her more than with his old friends. It wasn't until the end of the day that he ran into her.
Colton walked faster to catch up with her and said, "Hey, I didn't see you today."
In a snippy tone she replied, "Didn't look very hard either."
"What's wrong?" he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her from walking away.
She pulled her arm free and told him, "I saw you eating with Paul and the rest of them. Guess they'll finally be seen with you."
"It wasn't my decision to eat with them," he tried to defend himself. "Well, I mean it was, but..."
Ivy told him coldly, "I get it. Things go back to normal. You can have your old life back. Good for you." She seemed more agitated when she added, "I saw you guys laughing together. Were you sharing all the things I've told you about me with them? They'll be able to make fun of me much more efficiently from now on! At least help them come up with some new jokes. I already know my ass is big enough to have its own license plate."
"That's not true," he shook his head. "I didn't tell them anything. And your ass is perfect by the way," he admitted. "I was just biding my time for when you showed up. So I could eat with you. I didn't even touch my dessert because I was saving it for you, I swear," he told her sincerely.
She gave him a hard look, divining whether he was telling the truth or not. Her face softened and she said, "Oh," her expression saddened, "I overreacted. I just saw you with them and thought..." Colton grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He smiled and then they kissed, ignoring the people around them.
Their lips parted and Ivy asked him with a mischievous grin, "My mom won't be home for a couple hours. Wanna go back to my house?"
"Uh-huh," Colton answered breathlessly.
"Good," she ran her tongue over her soft lips and then kissed him again. Then she led him by the hand to her car.
***
Their lips mashed together on the couch in Ivy's living room. Colton could feel her nipples stiffen and poke against his chest. That wasn't the only thing which had stiffened and pressed against him, of course. Ivy moaned into his mouth while his tongue chased hers. Their joint desires fed a palpable sexual energy which filled the room. It was a natural progression that their hands would start to explore each other. The only time their lips untwisted was for the momentary capture of breath.
Both of Ivy's hands moved slowly down Colton's back. Meanwhile, he soon had one handful of her warm breast and the other feeling and massaging one of her butt cheeks. His cock was so hard that it began to throb. Ivy's had already drenched her panties in pre-cum. She traced with her lips from his jaw to his ear, "I've been bad. Jumping to conclusions about you I shouldn't have. I wanna make it up to you," she whispered huskily.
"Oh yeah?" he responded, hoping he could mask his excitement.
"Yeah," she swirled her tongue around his outer ear.
"Well, would you--" he started to ask.
"Would I bottom for you?" she said, giggling afterward.
A spasm of excitement rocked through Colton. "I was going to say let me see your boobs," he confessed quickly. "You, you'd let me put it in you?"
Ivy nodded her head with an ear to ear grin. "But there is a catch," she said quickly.
"A catch... huh, what catch?" His imagination ran wild with images of his penis pressed between the bubbly t-girl cheeks of her beautiful ass.
"You have to lick my hole first."
"Is that the rule?" he asked her with a smirk.
"The rule I made up right this second. Yes," she kissed him playfully.
"Oh, so it's official then," he joked.
"Yeah-huh! So is it a deal?" Ivy enticed him further by taking his hands and rubbing them all over her heart-shaped butt.
"Fuck yes."
Ivy put her hand in his lap and felt his throbbing prick. She teasingly squeezed it, causing him to exhale sharply. She smiled at him while she undid her jeans. She rolled them down her shapely thighs and then turned around on the couch, presenting her ass to him.
"Just don't tickle me," she warned with a girlish giggle. Colton admired her ass quietly. It was like a piece of artwork. Surely somebody's masterpiece. Round and inviting, both big cheeks made his mouth water. Then his eyes zeroed in on the deep, long crack of her ass. "What's taking so long?" Ivy asked him impatiently. "Second thoughts? You don't wanna do it anymore?"
Colton had lost track of time for a minute there, marveling over every beautiful inch. To answer her question, he shoved his face between her cushy butt cheeks. Then he licked, with his tongue starting nearly at her balls, all the way up the length of her crack. Ivy's body tensed. She developed goosebumps as Colton flicked his tongue in short strokes up and down her crack. He used two fingers to pry apart one of her globes and couldn't resist kissing the rose-colored skin on the inside of her cheeks. Colton soaked in her warmth, bringing his tongue ever closer to her tiny hole.
He spiraled his tongue and licked in circles over the smooth, soft flesh. Finally arriving at her asshole, he touched the tip of his tongue to the tiny opening. Ivy took in an anticipatory breath. Colton laid his tongue flat against her hole and gave it a long lick. She moaned as his tongue hardened against her entrance and gently eased its way inside.
"Mmm, I like this. You're hitting just the right spots. I like it a lot!" Ivy straightened her back.
Colton pressed his lips to her butthole and gave the wrinkled skin a kiss. Next he concentrated his tongue on her hole, fucking her with the stiff tip. Ivy's body dug into the couch as she tried to push him deeper into the tight orifice. Colton continued to munch gently on her opening, teasing it into allowing more of his tongue inside.
Colton thought of how he'd ended up here, with his head between the great big bubbly cheeks of this beautiful t-girl's ass; his tongue fucking her little opening. The same ass which had made him a laughingstock at school. His hands slid under Ivy's shirt and groped her tits. He pulled his tongue out and planted his lips right on the ring of her asshole. Colton loudly kissed her there with his fingers tweaking her big nipples.
"Mmm..mhmm... ahhh, hey!" she whimpered. "That tickles."
"Oh really," his voice vibrated through her body, tickling her again. Colton brushed his lips to her more lightly and with more speed, purposely causing laughter.
Ivy's legs bounced around on the couch. "Stop or I'm so gonna kick you," she threatened lightheartedly.
Deciding he'd tortured her enough, Colton went back to the pleasure of licking her asshole. A few minutes passed before he took one of his fingers and pressed it to the tight wrinkle. Going slowly, he slid it past her sphincter. He diligently licked around his finger. Colton gently worked her tight hole, feeling her insides stretch around and mold themselves to his finger.
Ivy let out a grunt. Her cock ground into the couch cushion and grew even harder. Colton's teasing finger made her desire something else up her ass. "Get your dick out and fuck me!"
Not needing to be told twice, Colton unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs along with his boxer shorts. He took a tight grip around his throbbing member and pressed the tip all over the crack of her ass. The warmth and softness caused trickles of pre-cum to leak from his tip.
"If you don't fuck me with that stick right now, I'm gonna take mine out and show you how it's done," she moaned out her warning.
Colton took her offhanded remark to be just that, but nonetheless he slid his pipe between her inviting cheeks. Ivy's hole flexed closed hard when his mushroom-shaped head pressed against it. The more he pressed the more it started to open and blossom for him. Colton grabbed a handful of her fleshy butt and slowly drove his cock head into her willing wrinkle.
"That's more like it..." Ivy's voice cut off as his dick made its way deeper inside her.
"Oh, man..." Colton's cock could get used to the incredible warmth it was experiencing inside the walls of Ivy's ass. He let it sit in there, accustoming himself to the indescribable sensations.
Ivy was the one to start slowly humping his dick with her ass. "Do I have to show you how to fuck, Colton? Move those hips!" She urged him on.
Colton took her lead and started to slide his cock around inside her. He pulled partway out and then enjoyed the delicious resistance her straining pleasure hole put up when sliding back into her. Ivy grunted and held on tightly to the couch cushion under her.
"Uh-huh. Fuck me, Colton. Yeah, fuck me. That's it, butt-kisser," she breathed.
"Making fun of me?" he smiled, his cock now plunging in and out of her.
"Yep." Ivy's bubbly cheeks clapped together around his cock when he bottomed out inside her. "But I'm making it up to you."
Ivy's ass enveloped every inch of his cock. Her walls stretched around it. Colton's took a hand off her hips and pulled at one of her full tits. He breathed in hard, expending all his energy on his now rapidly thrusting hips.
"This feels amazing, Ivy," he told her.
"Doesn't feel so bad from my end either," she wiggled her naked bottom at him. Ivy's cock was grinding between two couch cushions. God, this felt good.
Colton had been with a couple girls in the past. It hadn't been like this. Their pussies couldn't match the feeling of Ivy's ass. And, to tell the truth, his feelings for those girls couldn't match the way he felt about Ivy. The realization sent a pleasurable shock through Colton's body. It shot through his cock like a rod getting hit by lightning. "Holy fuck," he muttered.
Ivy's moans made the experience even more satisfying. Colton thrust harder, wanting to make the gorgeous t-girl cry out for him. "I'm really... I'm fucking you..." he told her. His cock was harder than it had ever been. A need for relief was soon building up inside him.
"You better believe it! Mmmmmm." Ivy reached behind herself and spread her cheeks, giving Colton an obscene view of the action.
Colton pumped into her tight hole with a depraved fervor. Both of them were sweaty and breathing heavy. Ivy's body was even more beautiful to him, even sexier with a sheen of sex-made sweat. Colton knew he couldn't last much longer. Not like this. Not with her hole clinging and her body moving in unison with his the way it did.
"Oh fuck, Colton. This feels so goooood," she crooned.
Colton grunted in response. Then he said, "I'm gonna cum -- I swear I'm gonna cum any second!"
"Do it now! Stay inside me," she told him, humping her delectable backside at him with more authority.
Ivy's own cock started to shoot between the couch cushions when she felt the first burst of semen blast off inside her. She'd have to clean the couch before her mom got home, but it was worth it. Colton could feel her insides tense around him. He had this thought that she might be cumming too, and that turned him on even more. He held onto her for dear life, filling her asshole with his seed.
Colton gasped for breath. Ivy, her backside full of cum, had a little more composure. She gave a contented sigh and said, "That was worth a little butt-kissing, wasn't it? Better than playing video games with Paul."
Colton laid his chest down on her back. "Yeah." He kissed her neck. "Doing anything with you is." It was the first time he'd consciously thought that he was glad this had all happened. He was glad, thankful even, to the forces that be, that this incredible t-girl had grabbed him outside school and sat her ample bottom down on his face. Maybe it didn't have to be in front of the whole school, he chuckled to himself, but this was the first time he found himself okay with it.
"I better get you home if I'm going to clean this place up before my mom gets home," she told him. Ivy got out from under him and stood up. Her legs were more wobbly than she'd expected. Colton grabbed her hand and helped steady her. "Woah, I'm a little more sore than I thought," she winked at him.
***
The two shared another passionate kiss in the car before he got out at his house. "So we're gonna eat lunch together tomorrow. You better wait for me this time," she told him.
"I will," he assured her, sneaking another kiss from her afterward. "I'm not stupid. I know I won't be able to do that again if I blow you off."
"Perceptive boy," she smiled. "Finish your peas and say all your prayers and you might just get lucky again."
***
That night and the following day saw Colton walking on air. He texted Ivy when he first woke up and eagerly awaited seeing her at school. Lunch couldn't come soon enough. When it did, they sat together. They shared a new closeness now. The kind that only comes from an intimate butt-fuck. Colton didn't so much as glance at the table where his old friends were seated. His mom would be at a conference all night so he asked Ivy over and she immediately accepted.
It wasn't until the end of the day that anything went wrong in Colton's world. He'd thought about Ivy and what they'd done the day prior throughout all of his afternoon classes. Colton had to hide his boner with his math books after Algebra to get out the door. An enthusiastic jolt ran through him when he saw Ivy outside after the final bell.
Ivy waited for him very nearly in the same spot where she'd thrown him to the concrete and made him kiss her rosehole. Colton licked his lips as his eyes scanned over her body. How could he not have noticed this superb beauty for what she was in the past. How blinded he must have been. Colton's cock had a mini-seizure at the thought of plunging into that stunning butt again.
"It looks like you're not exactly Mr. Pure Intentions anymore," Ivy giggled, her eyes darting to the front of his pants.
"You're one to talk," he retorted, noticing a similar, though larger, bulge in her jeans.
Ivy blushed. "You do that to me," she said. Once he got close enough, she grabbed him by his shirt and planted her luscious, full lips on his. Colton was so engrossed in this kiss that he hadn't noticed Paul and a bunch of classmates he used to call friends show up behind them.
"Back to the scene of the crime, huh?" Paul's words broke their kiss.
"Shut up," Colton replied sharply.
"You're the biggest faggot in school, Colton, you know that?" A couple of his friends laughed around Paul.
Colton was about to say something, but Ivy beat him to the punch. "Shut up about him!" She half-growled, half-screeched at Paul.
"Guess we know who the man in the relationship is," Paul chuckled. "Letting your girlfriend fight your battles for you. Ivy wears the pants and Colton wears the skirt and panties." his words earned him a few more laughs from his cronies.
"I said shut up!" she warned him again.
"Or what?" Paul grinned.
Ivy gritted her teeth.
"Look at her!" Paul implored his friends. "What are you gonna do? Sit on my face? I bet Colton likes taking it up the ass as much as you like giving it. You freaks."
This wasn't going to stop. Colton knew he had to step in, but Ivy acted too quickly. She balled her hand into a fist and slugged Paul -- hard. He fell backwards into his friends. They let him drop to the concrete. Ivy moved like she was going to punch him again and Colton grabbed her. The general consensus from Paul's group of friends, as Paul lay there dumbfounded, trying to bring himself back to full consciousness, was that Ivy was crazy. They quickly fled.
Colton gave the group one last look and then ushered Ivy away before a teacher showed up. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," Ivy answered, holding the hand she'd hit Paul with.
"Sure you're okay?" Colton inquired again as they got into her car.
"My hand hurts a little bit is all. I think he really does have a pile of rocks where his brain should be."
Colton laughed in response. Then he said with concern, "We'll put some ice on it when we get to my house. You still wanna come over?"
"Of course."
Colton tried to process what had happened. He had to figure out this new feeling he had. Ivy had stood up for him. She'd protected him from an altercation. Colton wondered if this is how a girl feels in a relationship. Safe and protected, like their partner could handle anything. It was a nice feeling. Really nice.
Back at Colton's house, he attended to Ivy's hand with an ice pack. She'd have a bruise, but not too bad.
"Satisfied? I'm okay -- really."
"Mmmhmm," Colton softly hummed. He ran his fingers gently over her inflamed knuckles. Colton leaned down and kissed her hand.
"I know what'll make me feel better," Ivy smiled. She used her other hand to lift his head, "Let's pick up where we left off before we were rudely interrupted," she kissed him. Ivy's tongue slipped between Colton's lips and seduced his tongue into locking together.
"You're so concerned about my hand," Ivy told him in between kisses, "It hasn't caused me half the pain my sore bottom has. The first time is the worst. It's going to be easier next time," she told him.
"That was your first time?" Colton asked, their eyes connecting.
"Uh-huh," she shook her head.
Colton's lips latched onto hers. His hands rolled down her back.
"So you can't stick that sweet cock of yours inside of me for a little while, but we could try some other things."
Ivy kissed his neck and wrapped him tighter in her arms. Colton felt so secure there. He wanted to translate into words what he felt so he could tell Ivy what she had come to mean to him. But as they passionately embraced, Colton began to realize that maybe the way to communicate that wasn't through words.
"What other things?"
"I bet I could get you off with my mouth. What do you think?" she placed her lips back on his.
Colton's voice cracked when he asked her, "Would you... like a blow job?"
Ivy stared at him in disbelief. "You mean like you do the blowing? You... you'd do that? Are you serious?"
"I want to make you feel good," he smiled. "You made me feel so good yesterday. Now it's my turn to 'do' you -- right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," she said, still trying to discern whether he was serious.
"Unless you don't want me to..." he said shyly.
"No!" she nearly jumped. "I do. I want you to!" Colton started to laugh at her reaction and she did the same.
"Can we do this some place besides the kitchen?" he asked softly.
Ivy nodded her head and let him lead her to his bedroom. The young t-girl couldn't really hide her excitement, but she didn't want to scare Colton off or make him feel uncomfortable about it. "How do you wanna do this?" she asked him.
"Why don't you just lie on the bed and I'll do the rest?" Her question had given Colton some control back. He was surprised by how unafraid he was. Colton wanted to do this. He wanted to make Ivy feel good. It really was his turn.
With Ivy lying on her back on the bed, you could make out a clearly-defined, thick bulge in her jeans. "You sure you want to do this?" Ivy gave him one last out, in case seeing the monster in her pants had given him second thoughts.
Colton responded by reaching out. His hand landed on the aforementioned bulge. The blunt object inside her jeans started to throb as he caressed it. Colton sat on his side on the bed. He looked up at Ivy, her hair splayed out on his bed pillow and a look of lust in her eyes. He carefully, with a painful slowness, undid and unzipped her jeans. With his help, Ivy wiggled out of them.
The large bulge stretched the material of Ivy's panties to the brink. She didn't take another breath until his warm, soft hand held it again. "So big..." he remarked. It was indeed an impressive tube of girl meat, one he was coming very close to fully unwrapping. It only took Ivy a few seconds to slip out of her panties, again with Colton's help.
Long, hard and throbbing, her thick cock stood straight up. The flared head had a reddish purple hue to it. The very tip glistened with a pearl of strong-smelling pre-ejaculate. Beneath, two very large testicles were encased in a smooth, hairless sac. Colton involuntarily gulped. The air was thick with the smell of sexual arousal.
Colton's fingertips were the first to graze Ivy's aching shaft. He elicited a moan from her lips with the very first touch. Things seemed to be happening in slow motion for each partner. Colton tentatively closed his hand around the teenaged t-girl's shaft.
"It's so warm," he whispered in almost too low of a voice for Ivy to hear.
Colton's face was five or six inches away from her cock as he started to stroke her. He tenderly rubbed a mixture of the pre-cum her tip was producing and his spit along the length of her shaft. Their eyes met as he gave her throbbing penis pleasure.
"Suck it," she implored him, softly at first, and then more loudly. "Please suck it or I won't be able to last. I need to feel your mouth. Do it," she moaned. "Put it in your mouth. Suck me dry."
Colton never broke eye contact as his head dropped. His lips hovered over her over-sized tip. In the blink of an eye his tongue had snaked out and lapped up the excess pre-cum there. Colton swallowed the flavorful liquid and then let his ripe lips brush her mushroom-shaped cock head. He kissed it.
"That really feels wonderful," her eyes shut, "Now close your lips around it before I end up busting all over your face," she warned.
Colton's lips barely stretched wide enough to accept the big head between them. His lips closed down around the throbbing tip of her cock.
"Oh... fuck yeah," she said with a hard breath.
The first-time cock-sucker didn't stop there, he forced his lips to sink lower around her cock until he'd taken around a quarter of her hard dick in his mouth. Colton swallowed hard around it, causing the surface of his tongue and roof of his mouth to smother her womanhood. Ivy shuddered with an intense pang of pleasure.
The teenaged t-girl could hardly contain the pleasurable feelings she now had. "You're really sucking this girl's cock. It feels better than anything on Earth, Colton!"
Determined to give Ivy the royal treatment, Colton, slowly at first, bobbed his head around her cock. Her very large, very hot prick, gave his entire body a warm feeling of excitement and satisfaction.
Colton readily sucked down the pre-cum her tip leaked and then coaxed out more. Ivy's hands came to rest on Colton's head. She applied a light pressure to the back of his head, sending more of her girly fuck meat into his mouth a quarter of an inch at a time. Her toes curled at the tireless work of his tongue.
"Oh god, you really have that cock deep," she moaned. "I can almost... I think I'm all the way at your throat."
Colton suppressed a gag. He could tell from the inflection in Ivy's voice that she'd like to go down his throat. He relaxed his muscles there and then carefully accepted more cock meat between his lips. Ivy's toes snapped on the bed, her body writhing in response. Colton's eyes watered, but he didn't let that stop him as more of her cock disappeared.
"Yes, yes. I'm in. Oh fuck! Your throat is so tight." Ivy's head lifted off the bed. She looked down past her breasts to Colton's reddened face and the bulging cock shoved in his mouth. "And the view I have is absolutely perfect." Her face beamed with a smile.
Colton stopped the teasing of her shaft with his tongue, he focused his energy on hard, vacuum-like sucking. He could tell by Ivy's cock swelling thicker and her increased moaning that she was getting close. Every contraction of his throat, every cheek-caving suck brought her closer. His hands sought her balls and rubbed them.
Breathing hard, she told him, "I'm gonna cum. You're gonna fucking make me cum! You're fucking amazing!"
Ivy's balls churned. Her legs tensed and her cock stiffened in Colton's throat. Nothing could prepare him for the young t-girl's incredible load. He nearly did gag when the first volley shot at light speed straight to what felt like Colton's core.
More spurts followed. Thick ropes of potent cream filled Colton's stomach. All he could do was try to keep up with the flow. Colton swallowed frantically. Ivy held his head tighter. Her heels dug into the bed. Her cock jerked.
"Swallow it. Shit, you're swallowing it! Mother of..." Ivy's eyes clenched shut as she struggled for breath.
The stream of semen slowly subsided. Colton dislodged her prick until he was ever so gently sucking on just the tip. "How was that?" he asked with a sly smile, a string of pearly ejaculate still connecting his lips to her cock.
"Life-changing," she said without a hint of levity in her voice. "I'm never jerking off again. That was... that was beyond words," she grabbed Colton by the arms and lifted him up on her body, then planted her lips on his in a steamy, sperm-tinged kiss.
"I feel the same way," he told her with a grin when their lips parted.
"But..." Ivy said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye, "It really doesn't make us even. You see, I bottomed for you, and until you do the same for me, we won't be even."
Colton's grin grew even wider. "This is true, and it looks like you also owe me a blow job then. I'm ready when you are."
"You drive a hard bargain," she joked, "But you've got yourself a deal."
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