She's Bigger Than Me Ch. 02

All the characters in this story are above the age of 18.

Disclaimer: Futanari content.

Story till now:

In the previous chapter, Alexis gave Julian some 'hands-on' volleyball lessons and things got a bit steamy between them. Alexis then invited Julian to come to her house...

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I reached Alexis's home, and my finger rang the doorbell, slightly shaking with both fear and excitement.

"Who do you want?" asked Alexis as soon as she opened the door. She wasn't wearing her glasses.

Who did I want? What was she saying? "Um... You?" I said, confused.

"Let me clarify. Do you want that seemingly innocent girl that you used to admire from afar in her classroom? Or do you want the girl who taught you that absolutely gorgeous forearm pass this evening?"

The answer was obvious in my head, but I felt a sudden urge to lower my gaze before her as if presenting an ode to her dictating presence. I slowly dropped my eyes from her sultry face to her loose black crop top, which was clearly struggling to contain her assets, to her pink shorts, barely covering her voluptuous ass and plump thighs, to her nicely toned legs and tempting feet, almost commanding me to lick them, and then to the floor.

"The latter, I want the latter," I said, almost like a puppy looking up at his owner for food, but my gaze was still affixed on the ground. She really had an aura around her.

Alexis gently put her finger under my chin, thumb near my mouth, and lifted my face. I unexpectedly felt a bit ticklish when she touched me. Or was it shivers?

"I'm sorry, who?" she said. Our gaze met and her amber eyes pierced through mine.

I understood what she meant. "I want Mommy," I said in a voice that came out inadvertently weak. I saw her lips arch into a subtle domineering smile. Jolts of electricity darted through my body when she slid her thumb into my mouth. The tense feeling inside me slowly faded away, and lust gently took over the vacant space. She never broke eye contact, and somehow neither did I.

Her thumb kept pressing against my tongue as if trying to clamp it in one place, but my tongue managed to slither away each time. If she wanted a match, I could gladly give it to her. I responded aptly by swirling my tongue around the succulent intruder in my mouth. I saw Alexis's face twitch ever-so-slightly at my unexpected defiance as her lips almost flirted with a smile again.

She was the first to break our eye-lock as her gaze engaged with my mouth. It quickly became a 1 vs 2 when her finger joined the party. Her finger and thumb ganged up on my tongue as it tried to fend off both the trespassers. Without much effort, they held it captive as it squiggled to break free from the iron grip to no avail. It had to surrender. The intruders squished my tongue and gnawed at it. I felt orally raped. It was amazing.

I took hold of her hand now and delicately escorted the assailants out of my mouth. Alexis faintly lifted an eyebrow at my sudden disobedience, "A little rebellious, aren't we?"

I responded to her question rather ungentlemanly as I put her finger in my mouth and started sucking on it. I swallowed it whole after leaving not a bit unexplored. I exchanged fleeting glances with her and noticed an undeniable satisfaction in her eyes. That's my good dog, she probably thought.

I nibbled lightly on her finger and her body jolted in a very weak tremor. "Mmm," Alexis produced a sound that lingered in the vicinity of a moan. "That's more like it," she said. "Let's take this upstairs," she took her hand back, my tongue still hanging out. This was the first time I actually felt like a dog.

"Come on inside and wait in my room."

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I sat on her bed impatiently. What the fuck. Am I really sitting in Alexis's bedroom right now?

I imagined it to be sweet, but her room unexpectedly smelled of musk, a very sexy musk. It almost acted like an aphrodisiac on me, making me feel restless, my leg shaking.

Alexis entered the room with a glass filled with some kind of liquid and sat beside me. "Drink this and we can continue," she said while offering the glass to me. It was suffocatingly filled to the brim with a white viscous liquid. She handed it to me. The thick syrup-like fluid danced in small ripples when I held the glass in my hands.

"Um... Alexi--"

I looked into her eyes; all I saw were flames. It was almost as if she wasn't looking at me, but past me. Their heat almost instantly made me realize my mistake.

I gulped. "I meant Mommy," I rectified. The flames neutralized a little now. "Yeah, what's this, Mommy?"

"This is Mommy's sweet love for you," she said. Alexis was back to normal now, hopefully. "You know what I want you to do with this, right?"

I knew but didn't say a word. I nodded.

"Say it," Alexis snapped.

"Mommy wants me to drink it," I answered at last.

"Yes. Although if you are reluctant, then I'm afraid we won't be able to continue..." she lifted my hand holding the glass toward my mouth gently, "whatever we were about to continue, Julian."

In my mind, there was only one choice -- to gulp the whole thing in one drag. At that moment, there was nothing I wouldn't have done to experience with her what I'd experienced during that volleyball practice that evening. But what upset me the most was her calling me Julian. Even though it was my own name, this was maybe the first time I realized that I was actually disappointed to hear it.

I downed the whole glass in one big gulp. The taste and smell reminded me of this evening when I licked my cum clean off of her hand. However, this was unexpectedly more savory. What did I drink, though? Was it really what I thought it was? And even if it was, whose was it? Ah, fuck it. Lust makes us do incredible things.

Alexis patted my head and ruffled my hair, "Good job, Julian, Mommy's happy."

Julian? She's doing it on purpose now, isn't she? Calling me that. Even though we actually only met this evening, she had changed me so much. How did I come to hate my own name from her lips? Her power over me was uncanny. I managed to spill my feelings, "I don't want you to call me that, Mommy."

"Call you what?"

"Julian."

"Then what do you want Mommy to call you?" Alexis asked, feigning confusion.

"You know what I want you to call me, Mommy."

"No idea," she replied, almost stifling a smile.

"Call me Ju--" Despite clearly knowing what I wanted, it was still kinda difficult to say it out loud from my own mouth. It felt embarrassing calling myself that, yet it sounded so sexy when she called me by that name. She was certainly enjoying watching me squirm in embarrassment. I shook my head and quickly came to terms with it, though. The reward was going to be worth it. "I want you to call me Julie."

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"And why exactly should I call you that?" I asked. I'm absolutely loving toying with this cute little thing, I thought. To be honest, I also liked calling him Julie -- it was something between just the two of us. Something only we shared that no one else knew.

Without any hesitation, he replied, "Because I love it when you call me that."

I was getting turned on, too, but I couldn't show that to him. I had to be the dominant one here. "Why do you love it when I call you Julie?" I asked him. I just wanted to watch him embarrass himself. I'm sure both of us wanted the same.

Again, he replied without missing a beat. He must've stopped thinking and gave in to the temptation -- let his desires take over. "Because I want to be... your little bitch."

Damn, this adorable fucking monster -- lips uttering such degenerate filth as his eyes gleam with innocence. That time I gave in to my desires for a moment and squeezed him tight in a hug, burying his face in my squishy breasts. He certainly didn't expect that, nor did I. Was it a maternal instinct? I don't know. But after composing myself, I let the dominatrix take over again and pulled him away from my breasts.

"Did you enjoy that, Julie?" I asked, my tone poised.

He nodded.

"Do you really want to be Mommy's little bitch, Julie?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"See, you say that, but my feet are lying here cold, unattended, unserviced. And you're just sitting there idly. Is that how Mommy's cute little bitch should be acting?"

He shook his puppy face sideways to say no, his bangs bouncing playfully.

"Then do what you should've done long ago," I ordered.

In one swift motion, Julian sprang from the bed and positioned himself across my feet, kneeling. I quivered for a short second when I felt his warm, moist tongue run along the bridge of my left foot. I thought he would have started by kissing or massaging, but there he was, licking my feet like an obedient dog -- my obedient dog.

Julian now shifted his attention (and his tongue) to my toes. He gently lifted my foot and started gobbling on it. He suckled on each one of my toes as if it were a delicacy; he even licked the spaces between them thoroughly. The eagerness with which Julian was worshipping my feet compelled me to wonder, Do they really taste that good?

"That's enough with the feet," I said. "Show some love to my legs, too."

"Of course, Mommy," Julian said. He began to gently rub his head sideways against my legs as if a dog marking his master's scent. I felt the heat when he ran his cheek slowly along the length of my legs; rustling never sounded so erotic before.

He didn't keep his fingers idle for long too, as I quickly realized that he was a diabolically talented masseur the way he played my calves like a piano. I never thought mere legs could feel this good. Or was it his touch that made the difference? We should do this more often, I thought.

Then began the onslaught of kisses and licks on my legs -- I don't think he missed a single spot. From my toes up to my knees, every inch was covered, every inch was wet from his saliva.

I was getting restless too now. I grabbed him by the hair and guided him to my thick thighs. Julian gladly buried his face into them. He immediately began kissing my inner thigh, his head occasionally brushing past my pussy without knowing. I was wearing shorts, but I wasn't so sure if they could contain the juices my pussy was dying to squirt.

I'm close to cumming. The stimulation was too much, even for me. I took his head and shoved it into my crotch. Julian didn't stop. Even through my shorts, my pussy could still feel his slithery tongue crawling in deviant patterns. He knew I was enjoying it as he took it a step further.

Julian firmly planted both his hands on my ass, grabbed it, and thrust his face even deeper into me. He dug his fingers into my ass, kneading it with the dexterity of a patissier -- I could feel each one of his fingers delving indents into my flesh. As if that wasn't enough, he started rubbing his face into my pussy harder, lightly nibbling at it. The way he licked and slurped my shorts violently, I don't think there was much difference between him and a dog at that moment; save he was much cuter.

That was my breaking point, I couldn't take it anymore. I forcefully shoved his head even further into my crotch, his face digging deep into my pussy. It would've been a miracle if he was even able to breathe air -- he breathed nothing but my pussy.

My body writhed in unimaginable throes, every inch trembling in pleasure, as I came. And I came hard, so hard that my pussy released thick juices soiling my shorts and seeping through them. Have I ever climaxed this hard?

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Alexis's orgasm was intense, and so was mine. I hadn't even touched my dick, yet I was sure that I came at least a couple of times when she was having her way with me.

I saw a dark, wet patch growing on her pink shorts. Did she feel that good? Almost instinctively I found myself sucking the juices out of the fabric. I don't know if I have a good palate or not, but I could only describe the taste as sexy-as-fuck.

I took a (temporary) leave from her thighs and sat back on the floor, both of us panting, both of us looking at each other. I saw nothing but her intense eyes. I could feel myself drowning in a whirlpool of amber. Those pearls captivated my gaze, not letting it wander anywhere. I felt intoxicated, incapacitated even.

Not that I wasn't enjoying it, but how could a single person hold such sway over me?

This was nice, miles better than what I could've ever imagined. That is why I was the one who broke our electric gaze. Maybe I didn't want to destroy what we had in hopes of something that could never be. I mean, yeah, we had a nice time, but would a woman like Alexis really want to be with someone small and timid like me? I knew better.

I shook my head and tried to ward off the gloomy thoughts.

Alexis lay on the bed, "Goddamn, that felt good."

Her top rode up a little when she plopped on the bed, her hard and slightly sweaty abs on full display. But there was just one thing that stopped me from jumping on her and licking that six-pack -- a very big thing. I saw an unusual bulge under the waistband of her shorts. Something fleshy was peeking out of it. I got curious.

I thought about being the dominant one for a second and devised a sneak attack. What will she do if I do this?: I got up and pulled down her shorts - to my surprise, I saw a thick anaconda sleeping. Maybe I shouldn't have done what I did because her face quickly turned red in embarrassment. She didn't get up. She was still lying on the bed, her face away from me.

So she can act like that, too... But moreover, Alexis has a cock?! I thought. Her huge, flaccid cock was resting on her thigh. My hand reflexively ran a finger along the seemingly endless length of it - from the base all the way to the foreskin of its tip - and her cock rose ferociously.

It wasn't even fully hard, yet it was almost the length of my forearm. Below that monster, I saw her balls which were almost the size of an egg. Her balls twitched when I lifted them to reveal her still-wet pussy beneath them. The sexual tension I felt at the moment could cut steel.

She must have laid her cock and balls flat against her stomach and worn some tight panties to hide them.

Alexis was still on the bed, facing away to hide the redness from me.

Was she out of character? Cuz Mommy by now would have shoved her cock in my mouth whether I liked it or not. Or was she simply tired? Or worse, did I hurt her? "You okay, Alexis?" I asked her, a little worried.

As if facing away from me wasn't enough, she facepalmed and said in a low, weak voice, "It's just that... I didn't want you to see this... At least not yet."

I simply tried to take it all in. After that hot and incredible "session" of ours, never in a hundred years would I have imagined her acting all shy and flustered like this. I never thought Alexis could make me fall for her even more; I was proved wrong in an instant.

"What are you talking about, Alexis? It's perfect." It really was. "Heck, after meeting you and doing the things we did, I even prefer it this way," I really did. "How else are you gonna whip your little bitch back into shape if he is disobedient, huh?" I embarrassingly admitted and smiled.

"You don't think it's... weird?... I was afraid you'd hate me for it," she said, her hands muffling her voice gently.

"Alexis, there's nothing you can do that can make me hate you. Nothing is weird about you. Listen to me, Alexis, come here," I tried to get her up.

We both sat on the bed and I daringly put my arm around her broad shoulders. "You know, I was content by just looking at you, exchanging glances from afar. But as you can see, we're here now. This is nothing short of bliss for me."

I turned her face toward me and saw in her glistening eyes a warmth that I had never experienced before. As if in a state of oneness, words came out of my mouth that I did not conjure: "Alexis, your face is perfect, your body is perfect, every minute detail about you is perfect... Alexis, you are perfect."

I smelled sweat -- or maybe tears -- when Alexis wrapped her arms around me. This time she was the one who buried her face in my chest. I patted her head and pecked it gently. She sniffled once and held my face in her hands.

Her eyes were still a bit red when I saw her expression change. Alexis lustfully asked a question that didn't need answering, "Do you want your Mommy back?"

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Thoughts? Am I making the tease before the sex too long or are you all enjoying it?