It's Only Good When It's Easy (male/futa)

Story by Kuroshio

I forgot how tags worked around here.

male/futa, u15, oral, anal, rimming, rough sex, creampie, exhibitionism, first times

Pumping my dick to porn: the after-school special of my generation. Real niche, hardcore stuff too; curvy futas getting fucked by young, muscled-up dudes.

Other boys at school would call me gay if they knew I was into it, but seeing a porn slut’s dick flopping around like a helicopter rotor while she bounced on a fat dick made me blow huge loads. Their faces were great too, because for a lot of them, maybe most, it was clear they weren’t just acting but genuinely having a moment when a fat one was coring them out. The girls would groan, curse and grunt, sometimes squirting from their cunts just as they popped a load of sperm. Not all of them could pull off a double climax but even the futas who couldn’t stay hard while taking it would leak spunk like crazy. The ones who could keep it up sometimes wouldn’t even touch it, just letting themselves nut from being pounded. That was a real treat to watch.

I had a regular rotation of websites I checked for new vids since it was such a niche taste. There wasn’t always fresh material but I lucked out and there was one new video right at the top. It was amateur, shot in some shitty motel with décor straight out of the eighties. The guy was beach muscle personified, complete with a barb wire tat around one bicep while the girl was a tiny hippy-looking chick with a sunflower in her hair that fell out as soon as he grabbed her head. There was nothing else going on, it was right to the action. Doggystyle and no rubber; he was going hard and she panting and dripping pre on the sheets while telling him to remember to pull out between moans and –

My aunt’s voice cut in, “You don’t have to jack off, you know? There are plenty of girls who’ll take you up on the offer if –“

The instant I heard her voice through the sound of the video, I was spilling out of my chair. No graceful landing and no shred of dignity maintained either; it was all gravity and flailing limbs for me. There was a day when I would learn to lock my fucking door, but it was not that day. Instead my struggle was flopping somewhat upright and stuffing my dick back into my pants while my aunt stifled her laughter then continued talking as if I wasn’t showing her all the goods.

“–if you know how to talk to them. You’re cute enough and if those girls are anything like me, well… you’ll have them eating out of your hand in no time, handsome as you are.”

My attention was spent trying to will the precum to stop spilling out onto my pants, to no avail. She was smiling with her teeth showing as she watched. Never had a woman sounded more like a succubus than Aunt Meredith did just then, leaning against my doorway with her arms crossed, “Let me teach you...”

***

My aunt was my mom’s sister, the wild child of the family grown into a respectable enough adult that my mother had foisted me off on her in order to focus on her legal career. At least outwardly respectable enough. It wasn’t a secret that Aunt Meredith had something of a reckless streak, but with a good degree, a stable career and a fixed residence in a place that wasn’t the ghetto, that was overlooked – or forgotten. My mom wanted one big push to make partner, no distractions or diversions, not even her own son. The news was delivered in a brutally direct way, with her coming up into my room and announcing that I was going to be moving to Florida. “Why are we moving?” I had asked her.

She shook her head, “Not ‘we.’ You. You are going to live with your Aunt Meredith.”

Aunt Meredith wasn’t exactly close to her sister. I had barely known her when my mother shipped me off at age fourteen, separated from my school and life-long friends by the two hour drive to Florida. Obviously, she had her reputation around the family, but my mother assured me that things wouldn’t be changing much, if at all: focus on my studies, nothing positive happens on the streets after midnight, keep my nose clean and my mind sharp. It wasn’t often my mother spared many words for me, but she spent a decent chunk of that long drive emphasizing all those points. It wasn’t going to be a vacation.

That’s why I was absolutely unprepared for my first sight of Aunt Meredith: skintight daisy dukes and a crop-top that was cut so low she was a bare inch away from her nipples jumping free, with a joint held casually between her fingers in classy fashion. I hadn’t realized that was possible. My mother just unlocked the car door and motioned for me to get out.

Aunt Meredith, in comparison, smiled with unrestrained joy at seeing me. Maybe I was her favorite nephew, in spite of the fact we had never met? “You started smoking weed yet?” she asked with an easy-going tone while grabbing my one my bags with her only free hand.

My head snapped back to my mother, or at least where I thought my mother would be. She alrea

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