Why Girls Like Horses Ch. 16

Chapter Sixteen: The Ex 2

Weeks have passed. After the hand job, Shana's life fell back into form. She wakes in the morning. She masturbates. She showers and goes to class. She masturbates at home. She hangs out with her boyfriend, and they talk and joke and fuck, and it's never enough. She masturbates in her room late at night, and then she goes to sleep. It is a deadly cycle that is consuming her life piece by piece.

Chris' disappearing act originally thrilled her. She had hoped her life would return to normal, that she would be able to return to her boyfriend and her schoolwork with satisfaction in having seen Chris' cock in person and in having touched it. The monotony was comforting at first.

This doesn't last, though. By the second week she feels a strange hollowness. Her fingers don't cut it anymore, and sex with her boyfriend is becoming a joke with an increasingly poor punchline.

By the third week she thinks of Chris almost constantly. She stares at her phone, almost expectantly, and feels ruined and lonely. Sometimes, she actually misses him and his gorgeous cock. Pictures online aren't the same and aren't enough after being face-to-face with his behemoth.

Her pussy spasms at the thought of it. Chris is more than a mere man. He is perfection, and she feels down for having lost that a second time.

Without much thought, she sends him a text. What are you doing? She asks.

He doesn't respond. She waits in her room, bored, lonely, and horny. She tries to study, but the words are out of focus. She goes to her computer and fingers herself to photos of men who are really boys. They are better than her boyfriend, though, and they are the closest to pleasure she can find.

Her phone goes off. At first she jumps, and then she stares at it. Hesitantly, she picks it up.

Chris has responded. Do you want to see my cock again?

Shana blushes. His response upsets and bewilders her. His directness is almost off-putting, but his confidence is arousing. Her pussy tingles, and she slides her fingers deep into her womanhood and twirls them. She has a small orgasm. It isn't much, but it is just the beginning. She keeps working her fingers.

With her free hand she responds. She wants to say no, but she can't bring herself to lie. Yes, I do. That is what she says. She indulges in the lust she feels and becomes a slave to her own passions. Another orgasm is on the rise.

The admission brings her to an orgasm. Memories of the day spent with his cock float through her mind. They collect on the surface, and she basks in his perfection. He came so much, and she remembered the warmth and thickness of it. She remembers how erotic it felt to have brought him off.

She wails and falls back into her chair. Her fingers are soaked. So are her pants. She sits, gasping, and stares at the computer. The photos aren't enough. They, too, are jokes, just like her boyfriend. Hopefully, though, she will have something real to work with, and she can have a real orgasm.

Another week passes without word. She goes through the motions, but her life feels empty. Moments pass by without meaning, just blank spaces between masturbation. She thinks about Chris almost reverentially. At this point he is like an idol, inhabiting her head and stealing her heart.

She spends time with her boyfriend, but it is just as vapid and pointless as everything else. They watch movies or make out. He fucks her once, and while she enjoys it, her mind strays. She imagines that he is Chris, and that he is taking her forcefully, and that she is guiltless. He comes, and it is laughable.

Near the end of the week everything turns. She is with her boyfriend, watching a movie and snuggled up close. In her mind, she is far off. She contemplates sending Chris a text, and she outlines the entire exchange in her head. At first, she will play casual, but it will lead to...

Her phone chimes. She checks it and finds a message from Chris, and she smiles.

"Come over to my house."

Shana glances at her boyfriend, who smiles. She writes Chris back.

"Why?"

He doesn't respond. She sets the phone aside and waits, and he still doesn't respond. Her pulse quickens. She picks up her phone and writes him again.

"I'm with my boyfriend, I'm busy right now. Rain check?"

She sets the phone down and waits, and waits, and waits. Chris doesn't send her a response. She is shaking with anxious arousal. Her pussy is tingling, deep and persistent. The movie becomes nothing to her, and she imagines Chris naked. She imagines him there, before her boyfriend, holding her by the head. His cock is huge and thick and powerful, and she wants him.

In her reverie her boyfriend sits impotently by as Chris takes her. He fucks her and makes her come in ways Zach never will. When he explodes inside of her it is life changing. She becomes a new woman, a satisfied woman. The thought leaves her smiling.

She checks her phone and has no response. Against her better judgment, she writes him again.

"I'll be there in five."

She stands from her boyfriend's bed. "Sorry, babe, I've got to go." She leans down and kisses him on the cheek. It is a band aid for the hurt that she is inflicting on him.

"What? Why?" His voice nearly cracks. It is like he knows already, and the sound makes her skin crawl. She looks at him and nearly wretches.

"It's for a class," she lies. "I completely forgot, I have this essay thing, and I've got to go." She slips out the door.

"Okay, well, I love you," he says. She doesn't respond. Even she is not cruel enough to lie about that.

Shana speeds to Chris' house. She pulls up next to his car and gets out. The house is two-story and well-kept. The lawn is green and mowed, and the front door is red. She notices that before climbing the porch and knocking. Then, she stands awkwardly with her arms behind her back.

Chris greets her half-naked. His shirtless chest is staggering. She stares at all of his muscles before working her eyes down. The shorts he is wearing are tight and show off his manhood. They make eye contact after a long moment of appraisal, and he is wearing a knowing smile.

She blushes. "You wanted to see me?"

He nods and leads her inside. She follows close at his heels, closing the door behind her. They go down a long hall to the kitchen. He makes himself a drink and then leads her back into the living room.

"I bailed on my boyfriend to come and see you."

He laughs. "Not a surprise." He sits down and pats the area next to him on the sofa. "Why don't you join me on the couch?" When he asks, he sits back and spreads his legs. His bulge looks even bigger, and she can't help but stare.

She sits beside him demurely, with her hands folded on her lap, and she just stares. Chris is less a person and more a god to her at this point. She can't keep her eyes from wandering over the landscape of his being, and she can't help but feel a flood of arousal with each sweep.

He touches her thigh, and even through the jeans she feels a surge of fire. It runs up her spine and settles in her gut. When he squeezes she can see his fingers digging into her thigh flesh. The sight is unexpectedly erotic.

Suddenly, he assaults her, mauling her breasts with his strong hands and kissing her fiercely. She returns the affection immediately, meeting his tongue with her own and pulling him into her body. She is panting and writhing against him.

They part, and at some point her jeans were removed. She sits beside him in her pink, wet panties. They hug the shape of her wet pussy. Chris runs one of his big fingers along her lips and then slips her panties aside. He jams it in to the knuckle.

Shana comes hard. She rocks into his finger as if it were a cock. For a finger, it is long and thick, and it is much better than masturbation. The force of it is even better than Zach. Her body aches and crests a second time, spraying juices all over the couch.

She claws his muscular arm and shouts. "Oh, God, God! Chris, you stud!"

He kisses her again and pins her to the couch. Then, he fucks her even harder. A third orgasm hits like a tidal wave, leaving her numb and forgetful. All she knows is him. Any pleasure her boyfriend gave her was a lie. Only Chris can give her this.

"Look at the mess you're making," he says while removing his finger. She looks down at his hand in a daze. Juices cling to his fingers, to his hands. His palm gleams, and it stirs an itch inside of her. She needs more than just his fingers.

He stands and drops his shorts. His cock falls out, fat and hard, and she gasps. It is more beautiful than she remembers and larger than comprehension. To her, it is beyond understanding, in a category all its own. All she can so is stare in awe.

He takes her by the hair with one strong hand. With the other hand, he grabs the base of his gargantuan cock, and he swings it into her face. It hits with a loud smack that leaves her reeling. He is hard as steel and hot as the sun.

The slap stings, but it makes the itch stronger. A thrill runs down her spine and settles in her pussy. She feels small, dainty, and used. If she had to describe it, she would say that it was like being utterly and completely woman.

She smiles at him.

He smacks her again across the cheek with his big cock, and he continues doing it even as he reaches down to cup her fat breasts. With one hand he swings his cock. With the other he grabs hold of her blouse and rips it off. Then, he hooks her bra and repeats the process, releasing her large, round D-cups. Her nipples are hardened into pebbles.

Leaning down, he smacks her tits with his cock. She sits, nearly salivating, her face red and her breaths labored. By this point, she is lost in depravity. His big cock drools pre-cum out onto her soft flesh, and she hungers for it. Her tongue is nearly hanging from her mouth she is so horny.

She cups her tits for him and wedges them together. "Do you like my tits," she asks as he swats them with his cock.

He laughs. "Do I like them? I love them. You have great tits, Shana."

"I'm glad," she says while watching his cock. He lifts up and smacks her across the cheek with it. She giggles. "You're pretty great yourself."

"You think?"

She nods. "I'd say you're perfect."

"Perfect? That's some high praise," he says. He shoves her onto the couch. Reaching over onto the table, he procures a bottle of lotion and rubs it along the length of his cock. It makes his already gargantuan size look even bigger. It gleams wetly as he rubs his fist along it.

Shana stares in continued awe. "Chris, what are you..."

"What do you think?" He drives his cock between her tits and fucks her cleavage.

She gasps. He feels incredible between her breasts, so hot and hard, and almost like he is fucking her. By this point her flesh is incredibly sensitive, and it is memorizing his every inch of him. His balls roll along her stomach, igniting a flurry of butterflies. He watches the red crown rise and recede with each thrust. A particularly deep thrust brushes against her nose. She blinks and giggles at him.

"Move with me," he says. "Jerk me off with your tits."

Shana obeys, stroking up and down with her large, pale breasts. She watches in fascination as the swollen crown of his cock disappears between her full bust, only to burst forth again moments later. On each downward stroke his cock slides along her face, leaving a thick trail of pre-cum in its wake. It makes her feel delightfully feminine.

While fucking her tits, Chris grabs her by the head. He pulls her forward and thrusts hard, driving his cock into her mouth. She chokes and coughs as he retreats, but she keeps her mouth open for his eventual return.

"Yeah, that's it, suck my cock while you tit-fuck me." His voice is rough but alluring. She opens wider to take him, and he brushes her lips on each approach. He is huge, thicker than any penis she has ever seen. Pre-cum oozes out onto her tongue and fills her mouth. It has a strange, yet attractive taste.

In the back of her mind, Shana thinks how this position is rather demeaning. Her boyfriend would never treat her in such a way, and perhaps that is why she is cheating on him. Chris doesn't ask. He takes, and that arouses her.

His cock is warm between her breasts, and his balls are huge against her stomach. His pulsating shaft fills her mouth and punches her throat. She can hardly breathe around him, but she doesn't mind. She enjoys being there, beneath him, overwhelmed by him. She enjoys watching his powerful body flexing as he thrusts forward. She enjoys the front row seat she has to his perfect body.

He swells, and his face tightens. "I'm about to cum," he growls. He squeezes her chest hard, crushing her nipples in the process. Then, he cums in a glorious display. Sperm streaks across her face and fills her mouth. It is warm and thick as jelly. For a moment, she fears drowning on him. Seed overwhelms her and spills out her mouth. It runs down her face and into her hair.

She swallows what she can, but he keeps firing. More sperm floods her mouth, and she is a novice swallower at best. For a while she struggles to keep up, but by the third load she is behind. He seems to take notice and pity on her, and he lifts and sprays the rest on her face and breasts.

When he finishes he stands over her, his cock dripping great, big pearls of cum. She is cum-soaked. Sperm runs down her face, slides down her throat, and settles in the valley between her breasts. It is everywhere, and she is afraid to move.

First he smiles, and then he laughs. Reaching over her, he grabs his phone and snaps a picture. Without thinking, Shana smiles for him.

After that, he leaves for a moment and returns with a towel. He drapes it over her upper-body and leaves her to clean up. She feels strange, sitting on his couch, topless, and covered in his sperm. He returns as she is sitting up.

"You look good covered in my cum." He is still naked, and he is leaning in the doorway sipping a soda. He is perfect.

Shana blushes. She is wiping her breasts clean, and her nipples are so sensitive it makes her shudder. "Thank you, I guess."

"You like it, don't you," he asks. "Being covered in my cum, I mean."

She wipes her hands and arms and is afraid there won't be enough towel to clean it all up. "I don't know what you mean."

Chris laughs. "Sure you do," he says. He waves his cock toward her. Limp, it still looks more impressive than anyone else could offer. She watches it sway. "Admit that you like to be covered in my cum, or I'll never let you touch it again."

She frowns as his lewd display. "Chris."

"Admit it, or I won't even let you see it!"

Finally, she sighs. "Fine, I like it. I like being covered in cum." She wipes her face and then looks at the towel. "Your cum," she says.

"Spoken like a true slut," he says.

"Hey! Don't be rude! You asked me to say it, so I did!"

He belches and pats his chest. "Did you like swallowing it, too?"

She tries futilely to wipe her hair clean, but it only spreads his cum around.

"I can't hear you."

"I didn't say anything."

He approaches and waves his cock just under her nose. She watches it move. "Well, maybe you should."

She blushes. "What would you like me to say?"

"I want you to tell me the truth."

"What was the question again?"

"Do you like swallowing my cum?"

She smacks her lips. His taste lingers in her mouth. It is masculine and thick, just like him. She swallows. "Yes, I do," she says. "You...It tastes manly."

"Well, that's good, because there's a lot of man for you to taste here," he says. He gropes his balls this time.

She frowns at his dick and wishes, silently, it was attached to someone else. Even in his vulgarity, though, she can't help but marvel at him. "I've got to go," she says. "I've got a real life to get back to."

Chris holds her in place and slaps his cock against her cheek. She blushes and gasps. "Hold it there," he says, and she obeys. She even kisses his shaft for good measure. He takes another picture and says, "I think this will be your picture on my phone."

"Chris..."

"Now, go back to your real life," Chris says. He slumps down beside her on the bed and grins. "I'll call you again if I want a tit-fuck."

She stands and dresses while he watches. Periodically, she glances back at his crotch. He is growing again, and she almost feels wrong leaving him. Her pussy is hot. She leaves before things can escalate.




Koto's Commentary:

I know the chapter ended up being a bit late. Kept getting rejected for reasons I won't discuss. So, here it is. Chapter sixteen. Hope you enjoy, and thanks.

KotoC.