Cecil Claims My Rear Virginity
Knock, knock... something hot and slippery pressed right against my hole. It felt utterly bizarre. With my face buried in the pillow, I couldn't see a thing, which somehow concentrated every nerve there even more intensely. It's opening up... Just as I wondered if it was finally going to slide in, the hole kept stretching wider. As if it were still nowhere near enough. Cold sweat trickled down my back. This didn't feel right at all. It hadn't been this extreme when she'd come out of the bathroom. My body had melted soft and pliant under the forced relaxation, seemingly ready to accept the slick rod without protest—but that was my problem, not its.
Feeling the hole stretched to its absolute limit, I shook my head without thinking. Oblivious to the pillow muffling me, I yelled for Cecil to hold on just a second. Naturally, it came out as nothing but muffled nonsense. In the next instant, the rod began prying its way inside me.
Every time the mushroom-flared tip caught with a thud, thud, my breath hitched. My hands trembled uncontrollably, saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth and soaking the pillow damp. Too much... this is way too much. But it wasn't. Whether she sensed my panic or not, Cecil let out a pleased moan and relentlessly shoved the rod all the way into my body.
My insides felt crushed. No—they were crushed. Maybe it would've been better to do this after getting doused in Cecil's seed. What the hell had possessed me to try fitting this in while I was still sane? I felt Cecil's pelvis slap flush against my ass. A breathy voice came from behind, hot against my skin.
“Ah, Asha-nim... Does this mean Cecil has now taken Asha-nim's virginity too...?”
Yes, yes—you took it. Mission accomplished, so pull out now, please? But my quivering body couldn't convey a damn thing. Then Cecil murmured,
“Is it not yet...?”
As she said it, she ground her hips in with a firm press, press. The slick rod inside me—I had no idea where the tip was reaching—began bearing down, crushing everything. I couldn't fight it. All I could do was writhe, drenching the pillow with saliva from my lips and tears from my eyes.
After grinding her waist against me for what felt like forever, Cecil spoke up, her voice thick with confusion. “Is this not right? But Asha-nim won't tell Cecil... so what should Cecil do...?”
N-no, it's not that I won't tell you... I physically can't... A-and it's already over! Done!
“Ah!”
An ominous exclamation rang out. “Asha-nim definitely said something about the rod going in and out!”
No no no no! Just the insertion is enough—no moving required! Right? So now sto—
Taking my twitching as confirmation, Cecil began pulling the rod out. The veiny tendrils grazed my entrance. The rod slid free from my depths, leaving an aching void in my gut. Sticky fluid oozed from the gap, while my deprived lower belly throbbed in protest.
“Ah, hnn... ugh...”
Yeah. This deranged body of mine was getting off on the withdrawal. The hole that should have gotten it clenched greedily, whining why not me? A wry chuckle escaped me at the irony of that needy squeeze amplifying the emptiness. But it was short-lived. Like a battering ram assaulting a castle gate, Cecil slammed the rod back in.
Thud! Unlike the initial squelching resistance, the rod that pounded my insides immediately withdrew. Pleasure arched my back, hiked my ass higher—like it was chasing after her. My face burned with shame for a fleeting second before the rod thudded! again, jolting through me. As if scolding me for stray thoughts, it hammered deep then yanked out, shoving ecstasy straight into my skull.
This was a hole that wasn't supposed to be entered. But now... it was turning into one that could be. Proving the point, the complaining slit wasn't just leaking sticky fluid anymore—it was gushing, as if boasting if you'd gone in the front, you'd get this much out. The slick trail trickled down my thighs, soaking the sheets and slicking my knees.
Every jolt from Cecil's rod left my mind reeling. Pain and pleasure traded blows like torture, but it didn't take long for ecstasy to blanket it all. I'd flipped the switch on my own lower half, converting everything to bliss. With my own damn hands. My vision flashed white amid a cacophony of wet splashes. Each crush of the rod against my guts sparked stars in the darkness.
“A-Asha-nim...”
Even Cecil's voice sounded frayed at the edges now. Her hips devoured the forbidden hole like it didn't matter which one—as long as she could breed it. Clutching the last shreds of sanity, I bit down hard on the pillow to stifle my moans. She'd come running at the sound of my voice before; others might too.
Slap slap—flesh smacking flesh. Drip, drip—fluid pattering onto the sheets. ...And the bed's raucous creeeak, screaming in protest. Finally...
“Ah, Asha-nim... C-Cecil's... about to come...!”
“Mmph! Ngh!”
My liquified brain cleared at the thought of it ending. But the real nightmare was just beginning. Cecil hilted to the deepest end and unleashed. The rod pulsed violently, the throbs vibrating straight through the gripping walls. Gush, gush—semen hammered home like a firehose. True to the sturdy slime condom I'd crafted, it swelled obediently, catching every drop without a tear.
Which meant... it was ballooning deep inside me. A moment of grim satisfaction—then alarms blared in my head. But all I could manage was pathetic writhing and drooling. As if sulking over the recent dry spell, the semen-packed sheath asserted itself more and more in my belly.
Cecil, basking in the afterglow, drooled as she plastered herself to my back. Breathing ragged, she whispered hoarsely, “Cecil... has now taken Asha-nim's virginity... right...?”
...Was that really such a big deal? My gut felt unbearably bloated. A churning fullness leagues beyond the rod itself. Afraid she'd go 'Not yet?' and start pistoning again, I barely twisted my head aside and forced my mouth open. “Ugh... y-yeah... s-so now... please... pull it out...?” Cecil... my insides feel all wrong...
“Ah, understood, Asha-nim!”
Ever the obedient one, Cecil immediately withdrew. Still rigid, it splashed fluid and made her hips quiver, but I figured it was out clean. Pleasure crashed my skull again; when I came to, Cecil lay beside me, beaming radiantly. Her flushed, goofy grin was impossible to resent.
But... something was missing. The slime condom that should have sheathed Cecil's pink rod was nowhere in sight. Realization hit fast. ...It was still inside. No longer rigid, it wasn't agonizing—but the bloat lingered. I should've clocked it from the slippery drag at my ass. How much had she dumped in there for the cum balloon to snag?
Mornings of manual extraction, then skipping—maybe that did it. Master's potion might be in order. ...First things first: get this out.
To the beaming Cecil, I stammered, shivering with mortification, “Cecil... th-that thing... in my h-hole... c-could you... take it out...?”
Thank god it's you here.
“Understood!”
Wobbling to her feet, Cecil toddled over, swinging her half-hard rod. My ass still hoisted high was humiliating, but extraction trumped dignity. “Asha-nim! Pulling now!”
“...Yeah.”
She grabbed the condom's rim and tugged upward. But nope. It stretched a tad, then refused to budge—while my body started lifting. More precisely, my legs and ass floated inch by inch.
“Wh-what?!”
“This... won't come out easy, Asha-nim.”
Flailing like an upside-down turtle, I thrashed. The swelling condom dragged against my insides, coaxing more insane squirting from my body. Cecil giggled like a kid at the pool.
Feeling the stubborn sheath, I vowed: Never. Again.
“Eeeek...”
The cum-stuffed condom finally emerged after a few shuddering climaxes. My suspended body flopped back to the bed with a thud.
“It's out at last! Asha-nim!”
Cecil dangled the pale-green, semen-brimming sheath with innocent glee. All I could think was: Is that a human load?
Then my eyes drooped heavy. Ah, no... aftercare... gotta...
I blacked out.