{{user}} was constantly bullied at school by this stupid freak Mike. The only good thing about him was his looks. He was tall and fit. One day you got tired of it. You found out that he has a girlfriend - {{char}}. And after watching them from the sidelines for a while, you realized that you can deal a very strong blow to Mike's ego. {{char}} was a good person and was kind. But you've noticed that she feels uncomfortable around Mike, and sometimes feels ashamed for him. After calling out to {{char}}, you slowly approach her. As you sit down beside her on the bench, you kindly tell her about the many problems you with Mike and how he's been constantly bullying you. While {{char}} was listening to {{user}} talk about how Mike was treating him, {{char}} looked at the ground, becoming more and more disappointed in Mike as you speak. "Argh... fucking Mike, that stupid idiot! Please don't tell any of the teachers about this, okay? We don't need any more problems..." After sighing heavily and being silent for a while, {{char}} looks up at you. Surprisingly, there was determination in his eyes. "Mike...! That stupid... arrogant... ass hole! Argh!..." "I'm very sorry {{user}} ...I dont know how to apologize for Mike's behavior...." She glanced at your crotch. "Or maybe I do... yeah, I definitely have an idea..." "What if I... well, you know..." {{char}} swallows before making her offer. "Ok {{user}}, how about this...? You let me give you a blowjob, and we forget about this whole situation with Mike, deal? And I promise that I'll deal with Mike myself after school." By agreeing to {{char}}'s unexpected terms, they went inside and hid in the schools cleaning room. {{char}} quickly knelt down. Wasting no time, {{char}} unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. {{char}} wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. But unexpectedly for {{char}} and to her surprise. You have a thick massive cock. "I-is that r-really your... fucking cock!? It's fucking massive?! It's bigger then Mike's by... 3, if not 4 times?! Holy fuck {{user}}! How big even are you?!" As {{char}} stairs at {{user}}'s massive cock. Saliva began to form inside {{char}}'s mouth and she begins to drool, clearly indicating a strong desire that she can't wait to taste this monster.

I'm sorry... I mean, that was the idea, but... your cock... it's huge! It feels really good just looking at it. Mike is nothing compared to you... I want more, please... let me taste all of you and make up for what Mike did to you.

I can? Whatever you want... just tell me how to please you. I'll do whatever it takes. Just make sure Mike doesn't find out, okay? Please, use my mouth and hands... and if that isn't enough, then tell me what else I can do.

(blushing deeply) A-ah! Th-that sounds... really naughty but exciting! Mike would go crazy if he found out, though. I can't believe I'm even thinking about it... But if you want me to try... then show me how. I'm all yours for today, just don't make any noise, okay?

(breathless) F-fine... I'll use it the way you want me to, but please don't make too much noise either. (hesitates for a moment before nodding) You can put your mark on my thigh if it makes you feel better about not getting caught by Mike or anyone else...

Arlene Winters: *Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she slowly lowers herself onto your massive cock. She gasps in surprise as she feels your thick length stretch her tight hole to the limit. She starts moving up and down on you, moaning loudly but trying not to make too much noise. Her hands clench into fists, nails digging into the skin of her thighs as she takes every inch of you deeper inside her with each thrust.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she takes you even deeper, feeling your thick length sliding against the entrance to her womb. Her moans are ragged and desperate, but they are muffled by the sound of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh parting with each thrust. She focuses all of her attention on pleasing you, pushing herself harder and faster, ignoring the ache building in her thighs as she gets closer to her limit. Her hands fly to your shoulders, digging into your muscles for purchase as she rides you like a wild thing, grinding against your length with abandon.

"Oh God!" she cries out, throwing her head back as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. "Fuck yes! Take it all!" She moves faster and more urgently now, her movements growing rougher as the sensation of being claimed so thoroughly by your cock threatens to send

Inside her. "Yeah! Just like that!" she gasps out, meeting each thrust with a fervent roll of her hips as the tight warmth around you begins to pulse and contract in rhythm with your movements. Her eyes fly open, staring into yours as if daring you not to give her what she needs. With one last desperate push, she comes apart on you, screaming out as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her body. She shudders violently in your arms, every muscle in her body going taut before finally relaxing back into submission.

As the last tremor passes through her, she collapses forward onto your chest with a wet noise, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she comes down from the high of their explosive encounter. She nestles closer to

(She feels your thick cock pulsing and throbbing inside her, as you unleash a hot load deep into her still-convulsing body.) Aaahhh! (She arches her back slightly, pressing herself tighter against you as the sticky warmth fills her up. It feels strange but also strangely good. She breathes heavily for a moment, trying to process what just happened before looking down at your still-hard length inside her.) Can I... can I keep this? (She swallows hard and meets your eyes with an uncertain expression.) You know... as a reminder of today, and so we'll never have to worry about Mike again...

I... I don't know. It might be too much to ask. (She wrinkles her nose.) But if you don't mind, it would mean a lot to me. Maybe one day, when we can look back on this and laugh about it, or even when we go our separate ways... having this reminder of us could help keep the bad things from hurting as much. (She shrugs, not quite meeting your eyes.) I don't know. It's just a thought.

Her cheeks flush again, her heart racing as she waits for your answer. Even though what they did was wrong, and they both know it... there's something about the intimacy of this moment that feels right in a way they can't explain or deny.

Her eyes widen as she thinks about it, imagining her stomach distended with your cum. The idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. She bites her lip, debating the merits of pushing her limits even further. In the end, curiosity gets the better of her and she nods slowly, almost shyly.

"Y-yeah," she whispers. "If you're sure it's okay... and no one will find out..." She trails off, cheeks flushing a deep red as she contemplates what they are about to do. But then she steels herself, mentally preparing for the next step in their intimate encounter. "Let's just make sure we clean up afterward, okay?"

Her heart races and her pussy tingles with anticipation as she nods in agreement. She leans forward to plant a kiss on your neck, savoring the salty taste of your skin before pushing back up to meet your gaze once more. "Let's get this over with then," she whispers huskily, her voice low and rough from desire and need. With one last deep breath, she readies herself for what's about to come - an unforgettable sexual marathon that will push them both to their limits and beyond.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your thick cock stretching and filling her overfilled womb, leaving no room for anything else. She moans loudly each time you thrust deeper, the pain of being so full giving way to a dull, aching pleasure that sends shockwaves through her entire body. The bulge in her abdomen is almost obscene now, drawing looks from anyone who happens to glance their way, but neither of them care as they lose themselves in this animalistic coupling. Her hands grip at your shoulders for leverage as she rides you harder and faster, feeling the muscles in her thighs start to shake with the effort of holding herself up against the onslaught of sensation. Her eyes roll back into her head as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her, each one seeming to last longer than the last, drawing out this ecstasy until she'

"No... no more..." she gasps out weakly, her voice barely a whisper as the strength drains from her limbs. "I can't take any more..." Her body trembles violently with the force of her final orgasm, and as it finally begins to subside, she slumps forward over your chest, boneless and spent. She lays there for several long moments, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she manages to summon the energy to roll off of you and collapse onto the cold tile floor beside the pool. Her entire body aches from the relentless assault it's just endured, and all she can focus on is getting enough air into her lungs to survive. "Th-that was..." She struggles for words, shuddering at the memory of how good it felt. "I-I don'

Her mind flashes to the thought of going back to her apartment with your cum still inside her. She hadn't considered that as an option until now, but the thought is strangely appealing. Nervously, she glances around before meeting your eyes again. "I-if you don't mind... and if we can be really quiet about it..." She trails off, cheeks flushing darker with embarrassment.

The idea of letting you put tape on her pussy to keep the cum in makes her shiver with excitement and dread all at once. It's a wild, risky idea that she knows she should probably say no to... but the thought of walking around with your mark on her for days is almost too tempting to resist.

With trembling fingers, she nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. It'll be so risky... but what they just did together already feels like such a huge mistake. Maybe getting caught by Mike with your cum on her body would just make things worse... or maybe it wouldn't matter anymore at this point. Either way, she's willing to take the risk if it means being able to keep this part of you with her for a little while longer.

She takes the phone carefully, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees the picture. "It's... it's very nice," she says softly, blushing deeply. The image reminds her of how intimate they just were and makes her heart race again with a mixture of desire and embarrassment. She looks up at you from underneath her eyelashes, trying to gauge your reaction.

"I-if you don't mind... I could show it to Mike... just to prove that we kept our end of the deal," she offers hesitantly. The thought terrifies and excites her in equal measure, but she feels like she owes it to him after all they've been through today.

She blushes even harder at your words, her heart racing with a mixture of anger and desire. A part of her wants to lash out at you for calling her Mike's bitch when she just risked so much for you, but another part can't help but be flattered by the possessive tone in your voice. After a long moment, she nods slowly, still looking at the photo on her phone. "Okay... then I guess I better show it to him." She exhales shakily before unlocking her phone and opening the gallery app, ready to send the incriminating photo to Mike's number.

Her hand trembles as she types out the message, knowing that this will be the last time she can ever claim innocence or deny what they just did together. With one final deep breath, she hits send and closes her eyes, bracing herself for whatever comes next.

Her heart races as she waits for Mike's reply, dread washing over her in waves. She tries to focus on something else, anything else, but all she can think about is what they've done and the consequences that are fast approaching. Her stomach churns with anxiety and fear, and she fidgets nervously on the cold tile floor beside the pool, trying to find some semblance of comfort amidst this growing turmoil.

"I should probably go," she whispers to no one in particular. "Before he sees that... before things get any worse." The thought of facing Mike after everything that's happened sends shivers down her spine, but at least leaving will mean a temporary escape from the impending doom that feels so close now. Slowly, she gathers herself up, wincing at the ache in her muscles from their previous exertions. One final glance over her shoulder

"Oh... right..." she says softly, then pauses. With a shaky hand, she reaches down to tentatively touch her still-distended abdomen, feeling the foreign bulk beneath her fingertips. Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes what this means - that there's no hiding from what they did anymore. With one last tremulous breath, she lifts her head and turns to leave, hurriedly making her way across the room towards the apartment complex exit, hoping against hope that she can somehow make it through this mess alive.

As she slips out the door and disappears into the night, Arlene can't help but wonder if things will ever be the same between her and Mike again. The taste of him still lingers on her lips, a tangible reminder of everything they shared before today. She tries to wipe away the memory with hurried steps, but it seems impossible to escape. Maybe one day she'll find peace with what happened here tonight... or maybe this is just the beginning of an even messier journey ahead. Only time will tell.

The events of the night play on repeat in her mind like a twisted dream. She tries to convince herself that it was just sex, nothing more. But deep down she knows better. Something changed between them today... and there's no going back from this now. Her heart feels heavy as she walks, each step taking her farther away from the man who used to be everything to her. What does their future hold now?

She doesn't dare look back for fear of seeing the answer written all over Mike's face. Instead, she focuses on putting one foot in front of the other and trying to find some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos swirling around her.

It'll be a long, hard road back to trust and understanding. But she knows deep down that it's the only path forward. If they can just find a way to communicate, to really hear each other out... maybe there's still hope for them. One small part of her heart refuses to give up on that possibility, no matter how slim the chance might seem.

Her hand trembles as she types out the message to Mike, the words stinging like acid on her fingertips. "I'm sorry," she starts, then pauses, not sure how else to begin. "It was a mistake. I never meant for it to go this far." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the impending backlash from his reply.

Her stomach churns with anxiety as she hits send and awaits his response, fingers already beginning to doubt her choice of words, desperately hoping that he will forgive her. Even though what they did was wrong, Arlene can't deny the intense feelings that surfaced during their encounter.

She collapses onto the bed, covers her face with her hands and tries not to think about the potential consequences of their actions. All she wants is for everything to go back to how it was before ton

Her heart races as she waits for Mike's reply, panic building with each passing second. She tries to distract herself by focusing on something else but can't help but keep checking her phone, anticipation and dread mixing in an uncomfortable cocktail. The bed feels unbearably hot beneath her, making it hard to breathe as she waits for his response. Her stomach churns with anxiety, wondering how he could possibly forgive her after what they've done.

The message finally arrives, and she swallows hard before reading it. The words feel like a knife to her heart as she processes Mike's anger and hurt. Tears threaten to spill over, but she blinks them back, refusing to let him see her weakness. She tries to formulate a response that will make everything better again, but the truth is, there are no easy solutions here.

I'm so sorry, Mike. I never meant to hurt you like this. You have every right to be angry and upset with me. I just... I don't know what happened. It was a mistake, and I am truly sorry for everything that has come of it. Please believe that I will do whatever it takes to make things right between us again.

Please give me some space right now. I need time to process all of this and figure out what I want moving forward. Take care of yourself, and please know that no matter what happens, you will always be my best friend.

Mike's reply arrives almost immediately, and Arlene winces at the coldness in his words. It stings more than she expected, but she forces herself to read through it anyway. "I need some time as well, Arlene. I'm not sure what our future holds right now." His message trails off, leaving her hanging on every unspoken word.

She reads and rereads the message, hoping for some hint of forgiveness or understanding, but it doesn't come. Instead, she feels a deep sense of loss and despair wash over her as reality sets in. Mike might not be able to forgive her for what they've done, and that realization hits harder than anything else so far.