“That’s so good.” Vicky gasped, staring down at her– well, at her boyfriend. If terms like that could be used anymore.
Who knew what the retrovirus was going to do to gender? Right now it was obvious but in a few generations… or even one generation…
Dean’s muffled noise jolted her out of it. His face was so red, lips so pink wrapped around her.
Well, that was a cop-out. Wrapped around part of her, yes, but why not name it? The change was there to stay. Sure, Amy could ‘fix’ her but then Vicky would be the odd one out of the entire population.
So instead she kept her… her cock… and fed into Dean’s soft, soft mouth. He felt so good it was unreal. Like his lips were made for this.
And he always looked so surprised, so embarrassed, like he couldn’t believe he was doing it.
“God, you’re so hot like this,” Vicky moaned, sweating. “You make me so hard.”
Dean groaned around his mouthful, shivering. He liked the dirty talk. He also liked being on his knees for her, and doing this in public. He just felt so dirty and ashamed over it.
Watching his eyes go wide and his cheeks get ruddy as she bullied him into a supply closet and weedled for just a quick one or please or just the tip and I’m so hard was addicting.
‘Vicky we can’t’ became high-pitched little moans and all his protests died under his own want as he pawed at her jeans and rubbed his cheek against her bulge.
It still felt so dirty. So wrong as she bit her lip and let him stroke her to full hardness.
They said soon the entire population would be affected. That infection rates were at 47% in the US.
“I can’t wait until it’s you, too.” She stroked dirty blonde hair back from his forehead, watched his jaw tremble. “Will you let me fuck you?”
Dean groaned, low and desperate and half-choked. She felt it vibrate around her shaft.
“I bet it’ll be pink. I bet you’ll have such a cute pussy.” He’d be so shy about it, Vicky could already tell. Holding his thighs tight together and blushing, not wanting her to see.
A thought made her blush a little, the color high in her cheeks. It joined the overall sense of warmth she was feeling, a full body sweat as she rocked along his tongue, leisurely.
“I’m gonna say such dirty things to you, I can’t wait.” A pulse along her cock and something dripped on his tongue, a little surge of pre.
Dean pulled off with a lewd noise.
“Jeeze, Vick.” His voice was a bit hoarse. She did that. Fucking his throat. The thought made her buzz with arousal. “You already talk like… well, I’m not sure I can handle worse.”
“Oh, you will.” Vicky smiled at him, all dazzle. He went weak in the knees for it. She cupped his jaw, tilted his head back to look at her. Admired his swollen lips.
“You’ll take whatever I give you.” She murmured lowly. “People will think we just snuck away to kiss, they’ll look at your bruised mouth and think we were making out so desperately in here. But they’re wrong, aren’t they?”
Dean shivered a little, blue eyes not looking away.
Her thumb stroked his cheek, right where it had hallowed to take her in.
“You wouldn’t be satisfied with that, would you? And I certainly wouldn’t be. I don’t think you’re the kind of boy to get his girl all turned on and then leave her unsatisfied, right, Dean?”
She slid her hand back, telegraphing the move, and watched him swallow. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled his head back, baring his throat.
On his knees, looking up at her like she was everything.
“N-no.” He agreed, already panting again. He was so hard.
“What kind of boy are you?” She asked idly, almost coyly. Her foot moved forward, wearing little slippers today. Just soft enough that it wouldn’t hurt as she toed the inseam of his shorts.
“Yours.” Dean said, always sappy and for a moment her heart thundered. God, he was so perfect, wasn’t he? So handsome and good and–
And she really wanted to take him apart with her cock.
Getting him all sweaty and bothered had already been hot, now it’s just unbearable. Dean was always so… crisp and proper to other people, such a gentleman, and getting him messy, doing things boys didn’t usually let a girl– or anyone– do to them…
“You are.” Vicky agreed dreamily. “All mine. But I think you’re also the type of boy that likes me to do dirty, bad, wicked things to you, hmm?”
She didn’t have the words for it so she grappled around for synonyms. What did it mean, that such a boy’s boy would let her do this?
This being encouraging him up, off his knees, a touch of strength– she had to be so careful with him, always– and pushing him into the janitor’s closet’s sink.
It was roughly hip high. Dean was a little taller than her. Vicky didn’t really care, honestly. If she wasn’t tall enough, she’d rise off the ground a little. It’d be hard to get leverage like that except she could do the Alexandria thing– stay still where she was, all invincible and unmoving.
Plant her feet in the air.
“God, do you think Alexandria’s got a cock yet?” She asked, as Dean braced his forearms on the white porcelain and Vicky carefully worked his shorts down.
“Vicky, she’s my boss.” He whined breathlessly. “I don’t think about her like…”
“Liar.” Vicky grinned, playfully. “C’mon, everybody thinks about her. Even pretty boys who like to bend over for me. Are you my good boy, Dean?”
“Vicky.” He groaned, flush spreading down his visible skin. “C’mon, that’s not…”
She tugged his boxers down, gently easing them over his hard cock and soft balls, careful not to hurt him. He stepped out of them and that little motion was somehow so hot. Helping her undress him, helping her… to get what she wanted.
Because he wanted it too.
She drew her fingertips below and behind his sac, feeling the smooth area that would be so different soon. They both shivered for it. She eased back.
“Let’s see…” Vicky leaned in, pressed her mouth to his ear. Let her tits slide along his back, feel her weight. Covering him.
Then kissed down his shirt. She thought about taking it off, but they only removed as little as they could get away with. Easier to get dressed afterward.
He swallowed again, shivering under her touch.
“Let’s see.” Vicky repeated. “I bet you’ve been a very good boy for me.”
She slid her fingers over his tailbone and lower, until they both knew what she meant. Dean buried his face in his arms with an embarrassed sound.
“Nothing to be shy about.” She grinned to herself, knowing he’d hear it. “I think you wanted me so bad, you got ready. That you’ve been thinking about this all day, about me, slick in your chair.”
“Mfffrmms.” He said, the words muffled.
“What?” She pulled away from her tease, started stroking his ass, both cheeks. Got a good handful.
“I said…” He rose his head. “C’mon, Vick, last time we were rushed, it was…”
“You liked that time, though.” Vicky squeezed his cheeks, spread them a little. Felt the blush in her hands. He was warm all over. “You liked being so rushed, so tight for me, barely stretched. We used so much lube and it barely helped. You had a limp all day.”
“Armsmaster asked me about the limp.” Dean complained, belayed by how breathless he was. “C’mon, I couldn’t… risk that. Again.”
“If you didn’t want to have a quickie during lunch, we don’t have to.” Vicky pointed out, smug as anything. A telling silence answered her.
Ha, that’s what I thought.
“But you know what I think? I think you wanted me–” the me in question was obvious, but she rubbed it against his left cheek to make sure he knew what he was in for, just to hear him gasp.
“I think you wanted me so badly you woke up a little early this morning, took a shower, and sat down on your bed. Reached for the lube a little shaky, and blushed as you pulled your legs up to reach. I think you felt so embarrassed as your fingers touched your little hole.”
Dean was panting for it now.
Vicky slid her fingertips against him, confirming her suspicions.
She grinned, bright and breathless herself.
Dean’s next inhale was a shaky, ragged thing as she toyed with his hole, spreading wetness around.
“You used a lot, hmm? To make it to lunch?”
He nodded.
“The expensive stuff, too. High quality. Are your boxers wet, baby?” He knew where she was going with this and shifted weight from foot to foot, breathing even faster.
Vicky covered him again, holding his narrow waist in her hands. Fuck, he was so small like this. So breakable. So hot. She pressed their hips together, angling her cock so that it slid easy and upright in his cleft.
Dean cried out, shocked and hoarse, and she hadn’t even put it in yet. Vicky bit her lip, started grinding just a little. Dragging the length of her cock over his sensitive hole.
“You don’t even have a cunt yet and you’re already so wet for me.” She teased, nipping at his ear. He jumped. “I’m right, aren’t I? You had a little wet spot from all this lube, waiting for me. So turned on as the lunch bell got closer, I bet you couldn’t wait.”
“Vicky.” Dean said, so low and desperate. “C’mon, we don’t have that long.”
“Push your hips out, then.” She challenged, noting his immediate tensing. “C’mon, pretty thing, fuck back against me. Ask for it, beg for it with your body.”
He tried not to make a sound but she heard it anyway, shuddery little inhales that were almost moans, rhythmic and in time with her grinding pace.
“I already know, of course.” She decided to give him an out, give him some help. “You’re so greedy for it. So wet for me. Are you getting wetter, baby? Like a girl for me, so eager?”
Really she was just spreading around the lube that was already there, adding to it with her own leaking precum, and they both knew that.
Still, he shivered.
“I think it’s hot.” She confided. She leaned back, making her hold on his waist obvious. Stopped moving her hips and started moving his, rocking his body along her like a toy. She was careful not to lift him off the ground, not higher than his tip-toes anyway.
“It’s so hot.” Vicky continued. “How much your body– your hole wants me, how eager it is to suck me in.”
Dean made another embarrassed nose, close to a groan but more helpless.
“Do you think I’ll still fuck you like this when you change?” She took herself in hand, ran the head slowly down his cleft. Let it catch on every bit of skin, skipping over his hole.
“You’ll have that sweet pussy I dream of, so wet and empty, but you’ll still want me like this, won’t you? This hole is so needy, I can’t imagine leaving it alone forever.”
Dean was shaking for her.
“Vicky, please.” He shut his mouth quickly, like he hadn’t meant to say it. Like he wanted to say more.
“You beg so pretty.” She gushed, breaking character for a minute. God, she loved him so much? How was he even real.
She’d loved him before he bent over like this, shaking and sweating with how bad he wanted Vicky to fuck him open, but now… it was on a whole new level.
And not just because her new equipment had made her hornier.
She was actually the same amount of horny, it just… was a lot more obvious like this. She was horny in different ways.
And she couldn’t wait anymore.
Oh, right, Dean would probably like to know that.
“I love teasing you,” She said, lovingly. “But I need you, so bad. I can’t wait anymore. Please, can I put it in?”
“Vicky,” Dean said her name like a desperate curse. He spread his legs, bracing on the sink proper.
“C’mon, please? I’m so horny. You look so good, I really can’t help it. Just a quick one, baby, please?”
“Vicky!” Dean was laughing now, under his breath and shoulders shaking with it.
“I’ll be so quick, you won’t even notice. Feel how hard I am, baby? That’s all you.”
“Okay, that last part was hot.” Dean admitted. Ha, liar. The entire thing was hot. “And I never tried those lame lines on you.”
“You didn’t.” Vicky agreed, biting her lip again as she rubbed the head over his hole. Over and over. Just– absolutely spreading pre into the lube and threatening to press in.
They both shuddered for the feel of it. She slipped the slightest bit in and moaned.
“J-just the tip?” She giggled, rubbing the tip into him. His insides wanted her, pulled her in so hot and wet. It took all of her– considerable– strength to resist.
“You can give me more than the tip.” Dean said, all strangled. He was trying to stay relaxed, to stay open for her, and that was hotter than the feel of his body.
“Really?” She pitched her voice up. “Oh, you won’t regret it.”
Vicky snickered. “I’ll be so gentle, baby.”
“I… fuck, Vick. I know you will.” Dean’s arms were shaking, struggling to hold himself up. He deserved better than a quick fuck in a janitor’s closet, but beggers couldn’t be choosers.
And as hot as it was to fuck him in his bedroom or hers– usually his, with how big his house was and how often his parents were ‘out’– there was something so lewd and satisfying about yanking his pants down and bending him over in public.
Anyone could see them, could see straight-laced, straight as in heterosexual, straight-A’s too Dean Stansfield bent over and loving it, desperate and needy for his girlfriend’s cock.
She fed it into him slowly.
He was so tight.
Vicky belatedly wondered if she should have fingered him. Nah, he’d have said something. Plus, this was working. She was sliding in, in, in.
The lube was doing its job.
“It’s so hot opening you up with my cock.” She gasped, letting go now that it was partly in and grabbing his hips again. The position immediately felt twelve times as nasty.
She was controlling how much cock she fed him with her hips, could pull herself closer and absolutely impale him. She wouldn’t, of course, but it was hot to think about.
Dean’s body was so used to her cock that it opened for her, not quite easily but without much resistance.
“Does it feel good, baby?” She asked, abs twitching with the effort of holding still. Of only giving him a little bit at a time.
“So good.” Dean said deliriously, cheek pressed to one forearm. “‘S so good, babe.”
She pulled out halfway just to slide that much further in, momentum helping the slide. God, he was so tight. So smooth and hot and hungry for her.
“I never get tired of this.” She said, voice low and enraptured. She pulled her hips back and fucked him leisurely, slowly, not even bothered that she hadn’t sank into the hilt yet.
Just a few inches, easing in and out, was nice.
Dean made a choked noise.
“You like it, baby? Like your gorgeous girlfriend stretching you wide and dirty on her fat cock?” He whined. “Are you gonna cum? Just from having me inside you in the filthiest of ways?”
She fucked him deeper, balls slapping against his. The impact made him flinch.
“I won’t stop.” Vicky promised, sliding one hand under his shirt, stroking his spine. “I’ll keep going until I finish, use your sore little hole until you beg me to stop.”
“Uhn!” Dean moaned, trying to make words that wouldn’t come. They kept getting fucked out of him, all vowel, in time with her thrusts.
“Does that sound hot, baby? You want me to finish, don’t you? Can’t leave a girl– ah– unsatisfied. If it’s too oversensitive, I’ll slow down for you. Make it sweet.”
“Vicky!” Dean shouted, already so far gone. She wasn’t much better, speeding up despite herself.
“Do you want it inside?” She asked, pulling for the one thing that always made him jerk, wide-eyed and full of disbelief. That he was doing this, that he was really bent over something and fucked, that he was just a hole for her, that he was doing something so undignified and dirty and–
“No,” Dean gasped, squirming. “C’mon, Vick, not– not inside.”
His blush went nuclear.
“You don’t want to feel me dripping out of you all day?” She grinned, letting little moans fall out as she worked.
“Hnn.” He shook his head.
“Warm and wet with girlcum sliding out of you like the whore you are. Look at your narrow–fucking– waist. God, you were made for this.”
“Ah!” He shivered and came, immediately clenching tight around her. If she wasn’t a brute, she’d… nah, she’d still love it even if it hurt.
As it was, she could barely feel the increased pressure.
Vicky obligingly slowed down, fucking him through it. They’d only discovered he could do this recently, that he could cum without either of their hands on him, if she filled him up and…
“You’re so tight.” Vicky said, as Dean fought for breath and twitched weakly. “Does it hurt? How sensitive you are?”
“A– a little.” His voice was winded.
“Do you w– do you need me to stop?” She pivoted, twitching her hips to show exactly what she meant. “Cuz you feel so good, baby. I’m so close.”
Dean shook under her– around her.
“Ah, yeah.” He coughed. Rebalanced his weight. Stuck his hips out. God fuck she loved him so much, so much, so much—
“I’ll be quick.” She said, speeding up her pace. He jerked and shuddered again, oversensitive, and she could only imagine. His nerves on fire, sending signals to his spent cock, twitching and half-hard and slowly getting softer.
“Vick… Vick.” Dean said her name over and over again, half-sobbing.
“You’re doing so good. Such a good boy for me. Such a good hole.” He jerked with the words and she grinned, slapping a hand against his ass to watch him really move.
“Ahh! Careful.”
“With my sweet hole? Always.” She fed her cock in slowly, feeling him twitch around her. “I gotta be so sweet you, baby, or you won’t let me hit.”
“Hit.” Dean said. “Really, Vicky–hhnnn.”
“Can’t wait to fuck you like this when you have a pussy.” She pulled him back, one arm wrapped around his shoulder, the other on his hip. A completely fucking ridiculous position that would not have worked without, you know, the whole Alexandria package.
Thank you, super strength. Thank you, power.
Dean could see himself in the mirror above the sink, smudged though it was. See Vicky leaning in close.
“Just like this but I reach around and play with your slit. Rub you where you’re dripping for it, maybe slap a vibe on your clit to play and drive you crazy.” She said lowly. “All I do is go home and think of more ways to make you mine.”
“Vicky,” Dean murmured, overwhelmed with it. Leaning into her but also shivering still.
“You’re already mine, of course. All mine. I just can’t wait to fuck you in new ways. I love this. Love it so much. I was made to fuck like this and you were made to take it.”
“Vick, I already came,” Dean gasped, cock spasming weakly against the air. It bounced in time with her thrusts.
“You might could cum again.” She suggested, making it almost a threat, and Dean made a noise like, “eeeignjngjfng.”
She took it as a job well done.
“I’m close.” She said into his ear, speeding up her pace. “So close. Put your hands out.”
“What? Why?”
The why became apparent a second later as the wall appeared in front of him. With no sink to hold onto he just scrabbled at the drywall, bracing his palms against it. The angle was different, not quite bending as leaning, but his back was bowed and the visual was stunning.
Dean braced against the wall, pants all the way off because he’d wanted it– maybe sometime they could do this with his shorts around his thighs again, they got in the way but it was so hot— too impatient to strip completely, just getting his hole out and ramming it in—
He started to get hard again. He’d never gone fully soft– of course not, not with her fucking his ass like she owned him– but he was biting his lip and ruddy with color and his cock rose hopefully, which was the final straw.
“You slut.” She giggled. “I can’t believe you’re getting hard again for– oh fuck god Christ!”
Vicky buried herself to the hilt and saw stars. Her balls drew up even tighter and she emptied herself into him with a high moan that, whoops, hopefully nobody heard. They’d picked a room far from the cafeteria just in case.
She gave a few shallow pumps through it, fucking her cum deeper into him. Dean’s fists clenched and he squirmed, panting.
“Wish you could see how your hole twitches around me.” She mumbled, suddenly tired. Ugh.
“Vicky.” Dean sounded– properly scandalized.
“Really, that’s what embarasses you?” She teased, grinning tiredly. “What are you gonna do when I pull out and the first bit of it drools out?”
“I… don’t suppose I could convince you to use a condom next time?” Dean took a breath, composing himself. Using that businessman’s tone he’d practiced in the mirror.
“Mmm… nope. Not as long as even suggesting I’ll nut in you makes you shoot.”
“Nut– shoot– Vicky.”
“You know saying my name when I’m in you will never be a deterrent.” She giggled again. “Mm.”
A lazy stroke and one last little spurt drooled out. Dean covered his face with one hand.
“Don’t you like the feeling, baby?” She asked slowly, voice all gravely from orgasm. “Between the cum and the lube you’re going to be all wet. So wet. Mm, like a girl.”
Aware she was fuck-drunk and stupid, almost too silly to be hot, she was very pleased when Dean blushed again.
“Wanna pull you aside later.” She mumbled into his neck, staying inside for as long as she could. Really milking it, his tight insides keeping her kinda hard. Not soft enough to slip out yet. “Take your shorts down, see your hole all red. See if you’re still dripping me.”
“That would… be really inappropriate.” Dean bit his lip.
“We just fucked in a supply closet, baby, that ship has sailed.” Vicky laughed. “Mm, you still feel so good. Maybe I can just keep going?”
“Absolutely not.” Dean said, even as she gave a few experimental thrusts.
“I didn’t really get soft, so…”
“Vicky!”
“Spoilsport.” She sighed. “I don’t wanna pull out though, you feel so good.”
“We’ve got maybe five minutes left of lunch.” Dean said. “I still need to clean up. Go to the bathroom and try to make it look like…”
“Like you didn’t let your girlfriend stick her pretty cock in you?” Vicky asked leadingly. Leading with her cock, anyway, dragging it so slowly over that place inside that made him moan.
“You…” Dean closed his eyes briefly, a wave coming over him. His legs spread a little.
“God, you want me so bad.” Vicky said. “Look, you’re still hard for the second time. Being fucked felt too good, huh? Even though you were spent, you just felt so horny and used…”
“Stop.” Dean begged. “C’mon, Vick. We gotta go.”
“Your mouth is saying no, but your body is begging for something else.” Vicky giggled. “Maybe I wanna stay right here until the bell rings. Keep everything inside until the last moment. You’ll scramble to put your shorts on, rush to class, hoping nobody sees your red face or messed up hair.”
He started breathing harder.
“If they do,” Vicky continued mercilessly, rocking her hips so slowly. “They’ll think we were just making out. Reckless teenagers, necking in a hallway. They’ll never think this. Even if they guessed, they’d think of me taking it.”
She whispered in his ear.
“Big, strong Gallant. Ward, superhero. Dean Stransfield, a pillar of the community. Such a good boy, would never do anything lewd or perverted. And his girlfriend, a literal superhero. Such a cute couple, the American dream. Like apple pie and fireworks, first dates and having me home by ten. They don’t know the real you, do they?”
She reached around and stroked him, feeling how hard he was, how sensitive.
“You’d rather be fucked than stick it in your pretty girlfriend. Rather take it up the ass than almost anything else. So desperate for it you fingerfuck yourself in the mornings, let lube drip down your slutty thighs. And when you go back to class after this, so grateful that you made it before the final bell, you’re going to sit down, breathe, and then feel the first bit of cum dripping out of you.”
Vicky felt him shake.
“And that whole charade is gonna come crashing down, as you look around and wonder if they know. If anyone can see it on you, how obvious it must be, cum dripping out of your well-used ass, if they know how you begged for it, how you hate condoms and like it raw, how you got hard a second time just from how good it felt for your little hole to be wrecked–”
He came silently, jerking in her hand. Every muscle in his body straining as he reached up on his toes, shaking apart in her arms. Spurts of it coated her hand as she stroked him through it, immediately switching tracks to praise, to cooing nonsense, to how much of a good boy he was, a good boyfriend.
The bell rang overhead and she didn’t even care, gentling him through it.
When his breathing evened out she tapped his hip with a sigh.
“Just breathe, okay? Ready– now.”
She eased out with a small inhale and Dean slumped.
“Oh, god.” He said with a weak little laugh. “It is going to drip just as soon as I sit down.”
“You’ve got a few minutes.” Vicky agreed, handing him his boxers and then his shorts, which he put on so shakily.
“I can… oh god I can feel it.” He shivered. He was like that, all sensitive and shivery. She loved getting him to this point.
“It’s still so weird having a bulge.” Vicky pulled her underwear back up, grimacing as her softening cock filled it out. Her skirt covered most of it, the pleats hiding many sins.
“It’s still hot.” Dean opined feebly. “Dang. I’m gonna be late, probably.”
“Can’t relate.” Vicky gave him a peck on the cheek. “Come on, you’ve got Baldwin next, yeah? He’s not gonna ream you for being late.”
“Easy for you to say.” Dean sighed. “You’re just going to fly through the halls to get to biology on time.”
“Guilty!” She grinned at him, and leaned in to give him a filthy kiss. Everything she felt about the last half hour and more. It went straight from the first touch of lips to a dirty, porn-esque kiss and when she pulled away he was panting.
“Go.” Dean said, closing his eyes. “You absolute menace.”
Giggling, Vicky obeyed– and flounced into the hallway.
He would need a minute, but he probably wouldn’t be late to class.
And maybe they could do this again, tomorrow.