Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02

2nd chapter. Bit of a longer one cause there wasn't a good place to split it up. Really happy to see so many of you enjoyed the first part! Hope y'all like this one and thank you for all the wonderful comments!

Tags: female on male, trans male on cis male, sex/gender transitioning, femdom, muscle/muscle growth, huge clit, cock/ball growth, huge cock/balls, size comparison, cumflation, pegging

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"Yeah baby, put that tongue to work for me!"

Standing naked in their dorm room, Andrea had Mike on his knees before her, his headburied in her hairy groin. She used a strong hand to grip the back of his skull, a smattering of his blonde-locks twisted up in her long fingers while her hips thrusted roughly at his face; Mike was doing as he'd been commanded, and was putting hisall into eating out his girlfriend. This was their usual routine before one of her intramural softball games, Andrea having discovered that a goodorgasm before going out to play helped her focus after an impromptu bout of bodily worship from her boyfriend some weeks prior.

Mike didn't mind aiding his significant other in this manner in theslightest, enjoying Andrea's domination over him as always. While his tongue writhed between her clenching, sodden folds his eyes were forced to stay shut, Mike having to pleasure her by feel alone; this was both due to the mass of wiry pubes scraping against his ...

... forehead, and because her engorged clit was liable to put one of hiseyes out if he wasn't careful! He obediently lapped up and drank down the rivulets of juices that flowed from her cunt, his features soaked by her sticky secretions.

Andrea grunted and growled as she rode his face, her free hand roaming over her body, feeling herself up, Mike's mitts too busy bracing himself on her pillar-esque thighs to do it for her. Tracing her muscles with her fingers, Andrea eyed herselflustily in the mirror - a common occurrence whenever Mike pleasured her. She just couldn't get enough of her own physique! Sure, she had hit aplateau when it came to her gains, but she still looked every bit astud as Mike so often reminded her; in the past couple of months Andrea had only obtained further levels of strength, her growing brawn as dense and veiny as ever.

Even just holding Mike's head firmly against her musk-radiating crotch was enough to make the muscles in her biceps bulge, her forearm inflating nearly as large as one of her boyfriend'sthighs; her thighs as well had transformed into steel-beams of strength, Mike barely able to get a hold on them as he ate her out. Her shredded abdomen flexed with each battering buck she'd made against Mike's face, and her pecsbounced not from any jiggling fat that they no longer possessed, but from the tightness of her musculature, the smallest movements causing them to lift and drop repeatedly.

And this ogling of herself was enough to finish her ...