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It didn't take much longer to get her there. She wasn't just above me now, she was damn near Riding my face as her continued 'oh gods' grew closer and closer together.

"I think I'm gonna... Oh Gods, YES," and like that I felt a veritable Flow of wetness into my mouth as she came, not yelling so much as sighing in relief.

I let her steady herself, then pulled away.

"That was Fantastic," I said, giving her pussy a last kiss before I started to get to my feet.

She took a couple deep breaths. "You're telling me. Lay back on the floor." It wasn't a request so much as a command and I was more than happy to oblige.

She positioned herself between my legs, and, biting her lower lip in a way that put me in mind of Tim Curry's Dr Frank N. Furter, undid my pants and ever--so--slowly pulled them down. I did my damnedest to help, lifting my hips and feet as needed, but she seemed positively ecstatic to do as much of the work herself as she could.

I suppose this is the part where I'm obligated to say that I'm somehow hung like a horse and just as thick, but that simply isn't true. I'm about the average length and girth, maybe a little smaller, but to be perfectly fair that's really all you need to feel good and make a woman feel good in turn. Anyone who says otherwise is just plain wrong.

She certainly didn't seem to object.

"Oh my gods, you're perfect," she said, giving my dick a little kiss as I twitched in front of her face. She smiled, then kissed it a couple more times.

"That feels," I started to speak, but right at that moment she took me all in, right down to the hilt. "Very, very nice," I finished meekly; my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

It wasn't the most expert of blowjobs, but what she lacked in technique she More than made up for in style, enthusiasm, and sheer fucking puckishness.

And Feel Good I Did as she worked my glans and shaft with increasing skill, watching my reactions to her bobblehead movements all the while. I twitched and did everything in my power to not try to just fuck her face. That's a thing that needs prep, not something you spring on your partner unawares, no matter your size.

Not that it mattered to her. She was blissfully taking my whole member in stride, going from the tip of my cock to the base with no trouble at all; not a thing she'd be able to do, worry-free, if I had a huge cock. It didn't take me long before I could feel a pressure start to build up in my balls.

"Penelope, I'm gonna cum," I said, just as much of a statement as it was a warning.

She didn't stop bobbling up and down on my cock,and I couldn't help but shoot what I felt were Ropes of cum down her throat. She swallowed it all.

She flicked her tongue in and out, smacked her lips together, then smiled at me.

I propped myself up and shrugged. "I did warn you."

She blushed and nodded, her cheeks rose red. "You did. Thanks."

She looked down at my cock and frowned. "You're getting soft," she said, almost disappointed.

"I did just cum down your throat," I said apologetically.

"Well I'm--" and she licked my cock, "just gonna have to get you hard again," and she licked my cock again, "Because I need you inside me," and with that she began to work my cock with vigor.

"I don't have a condom; sorry," I said, laying back down and grinning a silly smile and enjoying the moment.

"I have an IUD, I'm okay," she said back to me, not moving an inch away from my cock.

"Well alright then," I growled, grinning down at her like a lion might look at a sheep.

She grinned back at me, looking as much as a lioness as I did a lion.

She continued to work at my cock, taking the time to pay as much attention to it as she could. She'd give a slow lick up my shaft, then bobble up and down on my cockhead and flick her tongue over it, feeling every little part of it as she did.

A couple times, she went all the way down to the bottom of my shaft, but as I began to grow harder and harder, once more she stayed closer to the top and contented herself and me with exploring each ridge I had.

"I think you're ready to go," she said, her mouth making a little 'pop' sound as she pulled off from working my cockhead and shaft, once more stiff as a railroad spike.

"I don't know how I couldn't be," I said, not moving from where I was. My cock bounced against her cheek a couple times.

She giggled then Ever So Slowly pushed herself up from my cock and slid up my body until I was almost perfectly lined up with her and, with No hesitation, slid back down again, right onto my cock. I felt like I'd slipped into velvet.

"Oh I Needed this," she said, as she began to ride me, her skirt moving with her hips as she worked my cock with fluid up and down motions.

If she'd been naked I would have started playing with her breasts, but the crotchless panties meant that we could fuck as hard as we wanted without taking a single thing off, so she'd cursedly remained covered by her shirt, which remained held in place by her corset. So I contented myself with enjoying watching her Massive Tiddies bounce as she moved.

I got a sense for her rhythm and, once I was sure of it, I began to pound back up into her in turn, matching each of her bounces with a thrust of my own. It was a minor miracle that I didn't slip out of her; today felt to be full of blessings.

"You feel amazing," I moaned as I continued to thrust inside of her. I gripped her ass and began to thrust harder and soon she'd gone from an upright bounce to a matched horizontal with me, both her hands on the ground to keep herself steady as I pounded her pussy like a butter churn.

"You feel pretty good, too," she said, her face flushed as she gave me a radiant smile. Her neon blue hair hung loose and framed her cheeks; she looked ever more gorgeous than she had before, the sheer joy she expressed filling my heart.

"Hey, let's change positions," I said, pulling her down onto my cock and continuing to give her little thrusts while I held her there.

She gave me a coy smile, "Change to what?" Her pussy pulsed and she made little bounces of her own even as I held her in place.

I didn't say anything. Instead, I gave a quick turn and just like that she was on her back while I stationed myself over her.

"To something like this," I said as I returned her grin.

"Oh, I like," she said, biting her lower lip for a moment before giving out a little yelp as I began to assault her pussy with a true vigor.

I felt like we were built for each other as I slammed into her. Her pussy was perfect, each fold and curve of it making room for my cock as I thrust. It was like it was giving my cock little kisses all over as I moved in and out of her.

"Do... you... do... kegels? 'cause... you... feel... great," I said, panting as I spoke. Thinking was getting difficult.

She was able to give me a little 'uh-huh' as she wrapped her legs around mine and pulled me as close to her as I'd pulled her to me. It was clear that her mind was as foggy as mine was now.

I didn't quite reach the desperate pounding of a dog who'd just mounted a bitch in heat, but I did hit a hard rhythm. She, meanwhile, began to grip my back; I could feel her leave scratch after scratch as she desperately tried to hold onto me, as if I might thrust myself skyward if she let go.

"I'm gonna cum," I said as I felt a familiar pressure build up in my balls.

"Me too," she said, holding tighter onto me.

"Should I pull out?" I said, not at all ceasing my thrusts.

"No, I'm safe; do it inside, please, I want to feel it," she said, her eyes shut as her mouth moved soundlessly.

I went for almost another quick burst, then I felt my orgasm overtake me and I painted the inside of her vagina with my cum. Underneath me, she screamed once more and, with a spasming shudder, I felt her cum as well.

All the energy drained out of me, out of both of us.

We lay there panting, halfway exhausted and halfway intertwined.

Her new outfit was nearly dripping with sweat and I knew that I had to be just as soaked. There'd be no hiding what we'd done when we left, but I didn't care. This had felt amazing, Been amazing.

As I looked at her, covered with sweat, her face glowing in post-orgasmic pleasure, I couldn't help but feel that she looked the most beautiful I'd seen her yet.

Not because we'd just had Fantastic sex, although it Had Been fantastic. No, she just looked so absolutely Happy. The kind of happiness that makes someone radiant even in sweatpants, a baggy shirt, and flip flops.

I cupped my hand around her cheek. She nuzzled into it, then opened her eyes.

"Hey," I said to her, smiling.

"Hey," she said, smiling back at me.

"Could I kiss you?" I asked, blushing a deep red as I did.

Sure, we'd just had sex, but a kiss would be intimate in a way that sex wasn't, and it was an intimacy that I very much wanted to share with her.

The wait for her reply was nothing at all; yet, it felt even longer than my first wait had been.

Then--almost as soon as I asked, and after an eternity--she nodded, and we kissed.

It was... it was really nice. It was a simple kiss, nothing more than lips touching lips, but in that instant, I felt more alive than I had through all the sex that had come before.

When we stopped kissing, I looked at her with a silly, stupid smile on my face. She looked at me with the same silly, stupid smile.

I gave her another quick kiss and she scrunched up her cheeks in delight. Then, slowly, fighting the urge to just stay there with her, I got back to my feet, pushing off from the floor as I did so, and took a deep breath once I was upright. I reached out a hand and helped her to her feet as well, and she took the same deep breath.

"I should change into my street clothes," she said after she collected herself.

I looked down at my bare legs and nodded in agreement. "I should probably put my pants back on."

"Probably," she said, giving a little laugh tinted with sadness.

As we changed (she did not, surprise surprise, need my help changing Out of her clothes), we continued to steal glances at each other.

I held the door to the fitting room open and as she walked by me I worked up one final bit of courage.

"Hey, a question for you," I said, hoping against hope this would work.

She spun back towards me like a ball on a bearing.

"Yes?" she asked. Her eyes were bright while her mouth twitched with fear.

"If you want, do you... do you want to get coffee sometime, or go for dinner and a... or a walk around? You know... a... a date?" I felt almost as nervous about this as I did about the kiss.

Her face shifted into radiant happiness. "I'd like that."

We walked to the counter together and she purchased her favorites from the clothes she'd selected (not even allowing me The Chance to offer to pay for them myself), including the totality of the outfit she'd shown me in the fitting room.

The male employee behind the counter didn't ask us about what we'd done, or why some of the clothes were soaked, content to ring her up. After he gave her the receipt, though, he gave us a thumbs up, a nod, and a shit-eating grin.

Penelope and I just leaned into each other and smiled.

The female employee was nowhere to be found.

* * * C O D A * * *

Damion Night had to get home via Uber. Penelope had been his ride to the mall and after that Bitch kicked him out of the store he'd been left to his own devices. He'd waited around a while for Penelope to catch up to him like she always did, but she never came. Clearly, she was just another useless femoid.

His older sister had shouted something at him when he walked into the house, but he ignored her. Whatever she was going to tell him, either didn't matter or she'd make a point of shouting it at him again later, so there wasn't much point in saying anything Now.

His room, painted black and covered with posters of Real alt bands (not just the 'alphabet club' crap everyone else he knew was obsessed with), was his sanctuary and his computer occupied a central space in it as it was his medium to the outside world.

The Real real world, not the spaces nearby where all the queers and sluts around him seemed to gather in such mass.

He flicked it on and pulled up the camera app to record another video for his channel.

"Hey everybody, Damion Night here. If you've been following me then you'll know that I've been hanging out with Penelope a lot. I was pretty sure she was into me, but today some fucking Chad bamboozled her. So I guess I'm single again."

Before he could say anymore, though, the screen shuddered and shifted.

What had been his face morphed into the kind of face you might find on a Greek statue. It was like him, but a perfected, chiseled version of him. A strong chin, inky black hair, and fucking rad piercings; it was the kind of face that'd look at home on the cover of magazines.

It sneered at him.

"You lost her because you were weak. Because you Are weak," the face, laughing in a hideous, joyless way. Its voice was deep, like a mineshaft, or a pit.

"I lost her because of that fucking Chad, whoever you are," said Damion, snapping at the face even as he knew deep in his bones that whatever this was was Far more powerful than he could ever even dream of being.

"No. You were not strong, and so you have lost her forever, to her new man, and to the twins of goth, fools that they are. She does not serve you. THEY do not serve you, for in the end they listen to the weakness of the female and ignore the True Strength of Man," said the face. It didn't sound like it liked the twins. It sounded like it hated them.

"And you Would serve me, then, since the twin gods of goth don't?" asked Damion, intrigued now.

Damian realized the foolishness of his statement as the face filled with rage, and he recoiled. But then it settled, and smiled at him.

"No. I serve no one. But I will allow You the chance to serve Me." The face's lips curled up into the kind of predatory smile one might find on a wolf.

Damion considered.

"What is your name, oh great master?" he said at last, putting on what he hoped was the kind of look a beta-male would give to an alpha (He'd never thought of Himself as a beta, of course, but if ever there was an alpha, this... Thing... was it).

The face's smile broadened. Damion noticed that its eyes were empty, somehow, like a void, but he didn't really care anymore.

"I have many names, but you may call me Dominion."