In a bustling amusement park, under the neon glow of the lights — a man and woman were standing by a machine as they watched people play. Or at least, they appeared to be watching. In reality, the two were secretly stealing glances at one another. 

Sometimes, she looks. Sometimes, he looks. Yet strangely their gazes didn't meet once. 

Stacy and Austin met each other a year ago.  

In the lively halls of their school, amidst the young chatter of uneasy freshmen just like them, Stacy and Austin made an instant connection. They were both quiet people — from very different friend groups, but somehow words came easily when they talked to one another. For the next few weeks following orientation, the two frequently shared glances and greetings from across the room. Fortunately, they took the same exact classes so the opportunities were plenty. During free periods, Stacy often found herself staring at Austin's back. 

He looked nice, sure, but what really piqued her interest was his warm demeanor. The woman was convinced she had never met anyone as kind and sensitive. 

Likewise, Austin couldn't help but notice her. Everyone in school does. 

Still, he knew there was something other than Stacy’s appearance setting her apart from the rest. Her inner strength, maybe. The type of quiet that grew up in an environment where she didn't need to be loud to be heard.

Well, that and her impossibly huge appeal. 

Stacy Johnson looked like the perfect poster girl for the perfect poster family. The embodiment of an American family — self-made, hardworking, and successful.

They looked like one of those celebrity family magazines his mom browsed through.

Blonde-hair, green eyes. A little on the taller side as well — he was just ahead by a few inches. 

Surprisingly humble, straightforward, intelligent, if a little sheltered. Stacy had rich parents who were actively present in her life (you'd be surprised by how rare that is). 

Austin had to admit he liked the way she applied make-up too. He had never really been fond of them, but her lightly-applied tint and mascara suited her perfectly. On top of that, she dressed well. Austin knew nothing about fashion, but even he knew she had a great fashion sense, which served her well because she wanted to be a cosmetologist, despite wanting to major in Psychology with him. 

And that wasn't the best part about Stacy. You'd think someone like her would be stuck up, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Stacy got along with everyone — and he meant everyone. If you needed something from a school club or a faculty member, she was the one you went to. 

All that and more rendered Austin incapable of tearing his eyes away from her. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual. 

Their eyes would always dart across rooms until they found each other. It came to a point where their friends knew what was happening before they did. 

It wasn't until a few months later when they themselves started to catch on. During Independence Day, the red, white and blue colors decorated the campus just as much as crowds did. Desperate to move away from all the excitement, the two found themselves working together on a project in the library, side by side.  

Quite possibly the most stressful and rewarding thing Austin has ever experienced. 

The incessant flirting despite the nerves that gripped them, the words that hung in the air because neither of them dared to voice out their feelings — it was all overwhelming. The occasional silence made it even more unbearable. 

When the few people that were in the library finally left, it was Stacy who finally found the courage. 

"Hey, can I tell you something?" she asked, her voice hushed and steady despite her racing heart.

Austin looked up, his eyes meeting hers for the first time that day. "Yeah, sure."

"I've liked you for a long time," she confessed, her voice barely audible despite the total silence in the room. 

His jaw dropped. "Come again?"

Stacy stared at him seriously before laughing uncontrollably. The look on his face was priceless. 

Austin grumbled, "Is this a joke? Because it's not a very funny one."

The beautiful girl shook her head with a smile. "I'm not joking. I've liked you for a long time... and I heard from my friends that you might like me a little too. Is that true?" she asked.

Austin took a minute to get over his shock before shaking his head sideways. 

"I don't."

Her head slowly dropped, green eyes visibly disappointed, "Oh…"

" — I like you a lot."

Stacy’s drooping gaze abruptly rose to his before she rolled her eyes. "You know, you could've just said yes."

"I'm sorry. I just had to make sure you knew how much I liked you," Austin sincerely replied. 

And boy did that make her blush. 

The words poured out of their lips much easier after that. Amidst the silence that made them think louder and the occasional giddy laughter, they found comfort and peace in the honesty of their feelings. The unspoken words for the past few months were finally spoken. 

Their initial awkwardness slowly faded too, replaced with this… palpable anticipation. They discovered their shared interests — the things they believe in, and the things that wake them up in the morning. Austin was a hardcore feminist, and so was she.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and their bond only grew stronger. They finally decided to try dating six months ago. 

Today was their third date, and unlike the previous two where there was so much pressure to make it romantic, Stacy and Austin seemed to have found a little balance, relaxed and nothing but themselves in this neon world of casual whimsy. 

"We should go somewhere else. It's getting a little hot in here," she said, glancing at the crowd gathering around them. It was understandable, really. The men playing in front of them can shoot those golden hoops really well. 

The boyfriend nodded. "Okay."

Children's laughter echoed through the theme park as Stacy led Austin by the hand and skillfully maneuvered through the crowd. 

She grew up with four unruly older brothers, so she knew how to manage chaos. Especially after she invited Austin to the house for the first time — they only stopped bothering the two when the sun literally set and Austin had to leave.

Thankfully, Warren, her brothers' friend, reined them in a little. He was previously also a senior from her school — now in college majoring in Business and Finance. So Austin and him didn't see much of each other. 

She was broken out of her thoughts when she felt her boyfriend suddenly taking the lead. "Hey, let's go there. I want to get you something."

She followed his eyes, which were fixed on the crane machine. She never really had the penchant for stuffed toys, but her heart skipped a beat at the thought of getting one from him. 

With a steady hand, the man led her to the machine and inserted a few coins. 

"Do you have anything you like here?"

"Not really…"

Before she could explain, Stacy's eyes stuck to a yellow Minion in the far left corner —  was he the one named Bob?

Austin followed her gazed and chuckled, "I figured as much."

She elbowed his chest and pouted at him. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

He grinned in response. "I'm just saying you don't exactly have the most normal taste."

Without wasting another second, the claw moved according to his will, attempting to snatch the unassuming yellow plushie. It successfully took a hold of the body, but the grip was too weak and the plushie fell before it could be pulled up, much to the boyfriend’s disappointment. 

"That's okay, Tin. We should go. Everyone knows these claw machines are a scam."

A grin pushed past the man's lips and replaced his initial expression as her heart skipped. "Let's just try two more times, okay?"

She nodded blankly and watched Austin try and fail once again. She could tell he was a beginning to feel a little frustrated now.

"That was actually better than the last. I'm impressed," she comforted him, trying to ease the mood.  

Austin chuckled before inserting another coin — his last chance. Beyond the two's expectations, Austin actually got it the third time. 

"Yes!" he cheered. 

"No freaking way! I can't believe you just did that. I've never seen anyone win at these!" Stacy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with astonishment. 

Her boyfriend looked at her, grabbing the stuffed toy before handing it to her. "I couldn't fail when you were looking at me like that, can I?" he said. 

Stacy's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She reached out to hold his hand and chuckled, "Well, in that case, I'll take the credit. Teamwork, right?" 

Their playful banter filled the air as they walked toward the rides. Usual attractions, really. A teacup ride, bumper cars, a rollercoaster — oh, and a ferris wheel about 80 feet off the ground. 

"You want to ride that? The line is a little long, but it should be fun."

She looked at the line. Little was an understatement. 

"Yeah, of course. Looks kind of fun. Let's go."

If she was being honest, the rollercoaster seemed more like her thing. She loved the adrenaline rush. Quite thrilling, really. 

But she's never ridden a ferris wheel with a boyfriend before. It's like one of those cliche couple things you see in movies and books — which she absolutely adored experiencing. 

So, she agreed. Who knows when she'll get the next opportunity? 

The two walked towards the amusement ride, fingers still intertwined. However, as soon as they were about to get in line….

… Stacy's phone vibrated in her pocket. Giving Austin an apologetic look, she pulled it out and checked. It was a text from someone — quite simple, really. 

But she read it twice. Then another. 

Austin, focused on the line, did not see the shift in his girlfriend’s expression. Whether that was unfortunate or otherwise remains elusive. It wasn't until Stacy tapped his shoulder that he realized something was going on. 

"Hey, um. Do you mind if we… postpone it a little? My stomach feels a little weird. I think it's the ice cream. 

Austin nodded, concern painting over his eyes. "Yeah, of course! Do you need someone with you?"

"No, no! I'm really fine. Just… you don't mind waiting here?"

"Not really. I could hold the line for us."

The girlfriend nodded, seemingly in a slight trance. Her eyes were unfocused, clearly thinking about something else. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" Austin gently held her shoulders and looked into her eyes, trying to read them. 

Avoiding them, Stacy shook her head and kissed him instead. No tongue or some side-action — just lips purely connecting. It was supposed to be an innocent peck on the lips. 

But it didn't feel like it at all. 

Austin shuddered. The boyfriend couldn't pinpoint, exactly, but something… something was different with this kiss. 

Stacy's full lips separated from his as she reassured him, "It's nothing. I'll be back soon, all right?" 

She smiled at him and Austin could only nod in response, still quite speechless over the kiss. Before he could think more on it, his beautiful girlfriend already turned her back — walking away from him and the ferris wheel….

That was weird. Wasn't it?

Austin shrugged it off. He was probably just being a horndog. 

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With her heart beating out of her chest, Stacy headed to the restroom. 

What was strange, however, is that given the choice between the men's bathroom on the left and the women's on the right, she turned left….

No, this wasn't a mistake. After making sure no one saw her, Stacy purposely entered the men's bathroom. 

With the cold air assailing her figure from all sides, she tugged at her blazer for some warmth. How she missed Austin already. 

But thoughts weren't allowed in his vicinity. Not even thoughts of Austin. 

Stacy stared at the man in front of her; he was casually leaning on one of the stalls, seemingly waiting for someone. The real reason she left… was the handsome man in front of her. 

"Hey, what took you so long? I thought you stood me up."

"Warr, I told you not to call me when I'm on a date…." she said indignantly, pouting at him. 

He chuckled, the rich deep tone of his voice almost felt like ice on her skin. "My bad, Stace. I just really need to empty my balls right now. You understand, right? I haven't had sex in two fucking days — can you imagine?"

Stacy blushed. She didn't have to imagine. Until now, she's only done it six times with Austin. On average, that was once every month.  

The truth is, she's had sex with this guy exponentially more times than she could ever admit. Ever since she turned eighteen. 

Warren was her first… and second. 

Third. Fourth. Fifth.

She could barely count anymore. 

It was his fault that her body….

"Becca canceled at the last minute because her boyfriend was snooping around and saw one of our videos. Pretty sure he's a closet cuck, though. I'm sure it'll work out."

Red hot anger suddenly bubbled through Stacy. Being one of the prettiest girls on campus, she was used to being the center of everyone's attention. To find out she was his second choice, as some sort of replacement for some girl… nothing was more insulting than that. 

The beautiful girl shoved him away. "What are you trying to say, Warren? That I'm a backup? I can't believe you!"

To Becca, really? The nerve of this playboy. She was way better than that bitch — 

Stacy shook her head and suppressed the feelings that oddly rushed from within her chest. What was she actually mad about? 

Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Warren looked at her and slowly grinned, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Oh, Stace. Are you jealous?"

The girlfriend replied through gritted teeth, "You're insane."

Warren gently caressed her cheeks, fingers running through her perfectly defined jawline — no doubt trained by the sloppy cock-sucking she gave him almost daily. "You don't have to pretend with me, you know? We can skip on this whole fake act for your boyfriend and I won't think less of you — you know I prefer jealous girls anyway. Now tell me, what excuse did you give what's-his-name?"

Stacy fumed once again at his audacity, "Oh, here we go again! It's been a year since I told you about him, Warr! His name is Austin — you could be a little bothered to remember it."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, clearly not listening as he lasciviously eyed her body. 

A shudder traveled down her spine. Under the man's (admittedly) beautiful eyes, Stacy always felt like she was a product to be assessed — with her curves and her body reduced to numbers. 

It was something she never quite felt with Austin, despite the fact that their eye colors were way too similar — more than she was comfortable with. 

"By the way, do you have a condom? Left mine back at the house," he asked. 

Stacy knew the answer, but she hesitated to say it out loud — doing so would bring to light her hypocrisy. Warren grinned. 

"You do."

"Shut up! It's not like that."

"What's it like then, Stace? 'Cause it's definitely not for your baby-dicked boyfriend." 

"I… I just saw it in the house and I grabbed it in case this happened. Nothing more, all right?" 

She swatted the senior’s hand away from her blooming cheeks. 

"Then why do you look ashamed?" he pointed out humorously, and Stacy couldn't say anything. 

She was ashamed. Why wouldn't she be? She had brought a pack of condoms to a date — and it wasn’t for her boyfriend. 

Stacy couldn't even mouth an excuse. No one would ever believe the extra large-sized condoms belonged to Austin unless they were blind. He was barely her height.

Stacy kept her head down. She couldn't bear to see the judgment in Warren's eyes. 

But he only looked at her silently and kissed her earlobes. "Don't be. I love prepared girls."

His compliments shouldn't make her feel giddy, but it did. It never really helped that he was so intimate. 

Like a magnet, her body leaned in and kissed him back, hands unconsciously inching towards his lower body. 

"Someone's excited," Warren whispered teasingly before he pushed her against the door, cornering her inside one of the stalls. The bathroom might be currently empty, but he couldn't guarantee no one would come in. He only hoped people would get the gist and leave. Because he couldn't promise silence.

On Stacy's behalf, at least.

Stacy moaned as Warren started to bite at her neck and fondle her tits. The man grinned at the lost expression on her face. 

The woman liked to pretend otherwise, but she's always been this way, this hardcore slut. Essentially, nothing was off the table since her first — and he wondered if she thought that was his fault. 

Because he would certainly deny it. Ever since he met her, Stacy was a born and bred A-class pervert. It didn't matter that her brothers were right in front of her — she eyed him up like a piece of candy every time he visited. 

She probably thought he didn't notice the dirty, furtive glances from those beautiful green eyes, but he did. And it drove him crazy for months. In the end, he couldn't control himself. 

Mostly because he realized he didn't have to. 

The slut obviously wanted it. Twirling her hair, flirting with him when her brothers weren't looking — she was a fucking tease. She loved being seen as a woman.

Warren was positive she would love feeling like one even more. 

So one day, when he realized no one was home, Warren swept her off her feet and fucked her like a woman. His woman. 

In her room. Then her brother's room. 

And from that moment on, Warren knew he had met his match. She took his big cock like a challenge. If Stacy had only seen herself — the look in her eyes when she first “conquered” the gulf that was his cock…

If her brothers had seen her, they wouldn't recognize their sweet little sister.

She was everything a man ever wanted in bed and more, including him. If she had asked to date him then, he probably would've said yes. He'd drop his fuck-buddies in a second for her too. 

But she didn't. 

Oh, she called him for a fuck every day, even after she met the little bitch boy, but she never once expressed her interest in that way. 

"Give us a kiss, Stace," he ordered gently. 

And now he was stuck playing this sick game of control and jealousy. 

She nodded before unbuckling him skillfully. The sooner she could go back to Austin, the better. This bastard had a lot of nerve, treating her like a second choice. And it was shaping up to be a perfect date with her boyfriend too. 

She didn't know which of those two made her more angry. 

But Stacy opened her mouth anyway and took him in. Warren was a monster — she kept forgetting that fact until she took his cock inside her throat. Almost triple the size of Austin, she thought Warren was the norm because he was her first. 

It was quite a shock when she realized Austin — and most men in general — didn't have half of what Warren was packing. 

"Oh, fuck. Your mouth feels amazing, Stace. You could barely take in three inches on your first time. Now you're deepthroating almost half of my cock in the first minute.”

Warren gave her huge tits a resounding smack and pinched her erect nipples through her shirt. 

“Jesus, they grow up so fast, don't they…?" 

He lightly stroked her head with his other hand and licked his lips.

Stacy’s lips couldn't help but curl upwards, aroused by the burn in her nipples as well as the look of nostalgia on her sex friend’s face. 

She felt him gently brush her hair back and suddenly change his tune — roughly gathering her hair for a ponytail with one hand as he moved his hips. By the time she realized what was happening, Warren was already smoothly fucking her mouth. 

Like she was a sublime assembly of a fleshlight. 

"Oh, shit. Fuck me! Right there, yes! Oh, Stace. You're the best! Tighten up the back even more — uh-huh! Fuck....!"

Lightheaded, Stacy gradually felt the world spin around her as she bobbed her head on Warren's entire length. It felt like all of the air was being fucked out of her lungs and the only way to survive was to suck in his cock and hope a little bit of oxygen comes along with it. 

She wondered how her parents, how her brothers would react to seeing her like this. Their perfect little girl getting her throat pounded like an industrial-made sex toy. 

Their prim and proper Stacy inhaling their best friend — her school senior's cock like she loved it more than air. She felt like a fraud. 

Her values, her temperament — everything else in Stacy's life always felt less important to her when she was with Warren. She couldn't explain why or even justify it. 

The attraction she held towards him… was beyond any drug she's read about. 

He had broken her down beyond repair, so much so that she would agree to cheat on someone she genuinely loved during their romantic date. 

If she was going to be this easy, maybe she should date him instead — Stacy thought blankly. 

Nah, that's crazy. 

"Oh, Stace — fuck. I love the way you suck cock. Oh, my personal cocksucking bitch. God, I trained you so well."

He really did. After their initial hook-up, Stacy didn't go through a day without sucking him off. Her petite young body was similarly subjected to Warren's daily humiliation rituals and hardcore pounding. 

In the process, she even learned several things most women double her age couldn't do. She learned how to deepthroat and put her legs behind her head for him. She learned how to ride him for an hour straight without getting tired. She's even sucked his cum straight out of another girl's ass — before passing it around with two other women like it was a sport. 

The Butt Nut Olympics, he called it. 

There wasn't a sex position she saw in a porno that she didn't attempt with him. In fact, he persuaded her to watch his favorite videos and reenact them.

And over time, she learned to love these little viewing sessions. She hated that she loved it. 

The truth is, she loved her time with Warren almost as much as she loved her dates with Austin. 

Almost. 

With her soft hands desperately holding onto his thighs, Warren shoved his cock deeper as her throat relaxed in response. It wasn't until her lips were on the literal base of his cock that he paused and she was able to breathe.

"Ooooh! Fuuuuck…. I'm all in, Stace. Do you mind, baby? Just the usual."

She knew what the ‘usual’ was. 

It was another neat trick she learned from him — how to simulate gagging. Stacy never really had a gag reflex, so tightening up didn't come natural to her. 

That was until Warren taught her how to artificially "gag" to compress her throat through breathing — like a pocket pussy.

Like kegels, but for your mouth. 

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, his huge cock completely buried inside her throat. It was jabbing at the back of her windpipes, but she felt little to no resistance, as if her body agreed that this was the natural use of her throat. 

She nodded at his request and gagged. Tears started to coat her beautiful green eyes as she forcefully gagged on his cock. It was hard — you couldn't really inhale or exhale freely. Excess saliva dribbled from her mouth, wetting the floor. 

Warren affectionately used his thumb to polish some of the slobber off from the corners of her lips and brought it to his own — licking it off. "You're getting sloppy. Do it like I taught you, Stacy."

She sucked in her dripping saliva before flicking her tongue on his testicles, bubbles and foam starting to foam around her pretty lips. This was one of Warren's favorite parts. 

The look in her eyes as she does something her mind inherently knows is demeaning. 

Yet, fuck, she does it happily anyway. 

Warren held her chin, pulled out his wet cock from her clingy mouth, and rubbed his length all over her face. 

She knelt there calmly, closing her eyes as her lips formed a pucker around the sides of his shaft. Meanwhile, her tits hung loosely, providing his thighs cushion. 

Warren's eyes glazed at the sight. 

"Fuck. You're so pretty. My pretty little personal cocksucker, aren't you? You're making me feel so good, Stace — I love you. You know that, right? Please don't stop. I love you so much! Keep sucking, baby."

Her eyes turned misty as she continued slurring on his balls, blowing tiny little bubbles with her saliva. Don't say that, she thought inwardly. 

Don't say these sweet words while you're making me do this. 

Stacy's mind suddenly drifted to her boyfriend. Austin had a way with words too. 

She wondered what he was doing right now. 

Unbeknownst to her, Austin was still standing in line. Much like Stacy, he was thinking of her too, wondering what his girlfriend was doing. He obviously had no idea it wasn't a question of what but rather who.

"Sir, would you be interested in buying some nuts?" A vendor approached Austin and asked. 

"Oh, sure. How much?"

The vendor mentioned a price that was hardly ethical, but Austin ended up buying a full can anyway. He wasn't fond of them, but he was pretty sure Stacy was. 

Unaware that his perfect girlfriend was currently sucking on her favorite nuts — two fat ones — Austin patiently waited for the line to move. 

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"Oh, what's this?"

Warren removed his knackers from Stacy's hot mouth with a pop as he held her chin. His hand rummaged through her bag, which was hanging on the doorknob, and pulled out... a yellow stuffed toy. 

Stacy flinched.

Shit. 

"This is the Bob-guy, right? I haven't watched it, but it's everywhere.” 

"Austin, he… he won me that," she said, slightly defensive for some reason. 

He tilted his head innocently. "Really, that's… cute."

Stacy hardly thought it was innocent, however. Because as soon as he said the sentence, Warren's cock started uncontrollably twitching. She knew the head tilt — along with the glint in his eyes. She grimaced. His switch was on. 

"Can you put it back?" Stacy asked him, almost with a begging tone. 

"Why are you talking? Stick your tongue out."

Stacy closed her mouth. 

"I said,'' his eyes turned cold as he stressed every word, "Stick. Your. Tongue. Out."

Stacy, unable to resist him when he's like this, slowly gave in and did as he ordered. 

"Thank you, sweetheart," he said before slapping his fat cock-head on her tongue. 

"Besides, why should we put this back? Alvin worked hard for this…. toy, didn't he?"

Austin, she groaned. "His name's Austin."

But due to her stuck-out tongue, her words came out jumbled and incoherent — not that it mattered as he ignored her anyway. 

"So I think Alvin deserves to be a little honored, yes? It needs to be looked at — properly. Keep sucking."

With two slightly heavy pats on the cheek, Stacy obediently got to work. She parted her mouth, feasting on the head of his huge cock once again. She was only starting to warm up when Warren suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and swung his hips forward, burying more than half of his cock on her tight throat. 

Worse was when he held up the spotless plushie beside her struggling, truly gagging face and just silently stared — like they both awaited his judgment. 

"I'm sorry!" she said with a mouth full of cock. Stacy didn't know why she was apologizing — her boyfriend had the right to give her a gift. 

But she figured only an apology could satisfy the demon's anger. 

As if he heard her, she felt his sadistic eyes — the same set of eyes that looked so much like her boyfriend's — leer at the sight of her.  

Burning with lust, she averted her gaze from him and instead looked at the symbol of her date with Austin, the cute little stuffed toy she was ecstatic to receive, witnessing her degradation. 

Ridiculed. Mocked. Tainted — by the undeniable fact that she was right under another guy's big cock, worshiping him with the entirety of her body. 

This was so wrong. 

She couldn't hold back anymore; her hand quickly slid in between her legs. 

Noticing her trembling body and the way she was moaning with his cock in her mouth, Warren finally spoke, "You're so heartless, Stace…" 

For once, she agreed. She was heartless. 

Here she was, on her knees, feeling it from having the prize her boyfriend won for her completely debased. 

The same way she was. 

"You're a fucking pervert, Stace, but I love you anyway…." He gently patted her head and continued, "Will he? If he knew what you were doing?"

Even Stacy couldn't say for sure. Will Austin still love her if he knew she was this nasty — this perverted? 

Her heart panged. 

"I'm sure you love Alvin too. So right now, I need you to be a good girl, look at the prize he won for you, and answer me — do you think you deserve this?" he asked, raising the plushie. 

She didn't have enough sense to correct Warren over her boyfriend's name anymore. 

Instead, Stacy went cross-eyed, trying to turn her eyes towards the plushie’s direction in close proximity. Meanwhile, her lips — like magnet, refused to unwrap around the base of Warren's cock. It seemed to lock and form a tight seal around the shaft as she sucked harder and harder, her tongue wildly dancing on the undersides, with the tip touching his balls. 

She remembered Austin's joy when he won the toy from the crane machine. The way his lips curled. The way he looked at her. She remembered every second of that moment like a picture perfect movie. 

Even the feeling of her mouth as it moved to praise him. 

But none of those praises were on her lips now. All that remained were the sounds of her worship and a fat cock shoved right between her ruby lips. 

She was going to cum soon, her mind warned. Stacy could feel her entire body starting to prepare for a spine-tingling orgasm. 

The sight that pushed her off the edge was Warren smiling at her as he playfully waved the stuffed toy right in front of her face. 

Stacy squealed, legs outrageously shaking as her fluids squirted right on the floor. The liquid splattered in different directions as she rubbed her clit furiously mid-orgasm. It took an entire minute before the high slowly subsided. By the time she regained her senses, the plushie was already on the floor, partially drenched from her shameless squirting as Warren's dripping cock similarly wet her face. 

She took in his masculine scent, sniffing his cock like a total bitch in heat. Nothing felt better than inhaling the scent of the man who owned you. 

"I don't," she answered. 

As if she wanted to prove further that she didn't deserve any of it, Stacy took out the condom she brought, placed it on her mouth, and wore it on her senior's fat cock with a blowjob.  

The man clicked his tongue. Still his favorite party trick of hers. 

Unable to wait any longer, the sophomore got up, her heel unknowingly stomping on the plushie she was so previously happy to accept as she leaned her arms on the stall and arched her back. 

"Fuck me already, Warr! P-please! Fuck me up, baby," she implored breathlessly, pushing her ass up towards him for easier access. At this point, she barely cared which hole he entered, as long as fucks her terribly hard. 

Warren grinned in satisfaction. He spread her pussy lips apart and cursed under his breath. She was so freakishly wet that it started juicing on his fingers. 

Not much for a waiting man, Warren entered her in one fell swoop while he held her waist. Stacy unconsciously went cross-eyed, feeling the familiar shape of his massive cock finally stretch her out. 

Her whole body was in bliss. 

"God, you're stupidly tight. You're always this fucking tight after you spend time with him. Does it adjust itself automatically to his tiny dick?!" Warren derisively chortled in laughter. 

Stacy gritted her teeth. "He's… not… fuck…. tiny…!"

"You sure? Tell me, where does the kid reach when he fucks you?" 

Warren pinched her cute clit before using his middle finger to trace less than half of his cock's current depth in her spasming pussy. 

"Right… here? Does he reach up till here?" he pressed. 

Stacy was losing her mind. She could feel the familiar sting of an orgasm washing over her again. The constant bombardment of her pussy as well as Warren's demeaning insults were overloading her body with mind-numbing pleasure. 

"N-no! He — he can't reach there…! He…!"

Stacy weakly led the man's fingers a few more inches below and pushed. 

"Here! He… he only reaches up to here — OH, CRAP!”

"Fuck. If I had a dick this tiny, I would never leave the fucking house. Haha!" 

Warren lifted her up until her toes could barely touch the ground and started pounding her. Stacy's eyes rolled up as she shook in delight.  Warren was hitting all of her spots simultaneously; she couldn't even hear what he was saying. 

Lost in this passionate fucking, Stacy's entire world spun. Her toes curled as she forgot where she was — or what she was doing prior to this. 

Was she on a date or something?

It doesn't really matter anymore. Nothing fucking does.

"I'm going to cum, Stace. You want to cum with me?"

"YEAH…! I WANT — WANT TO CUM ON YOUR BIG COCK! PLEASE, LET ME CUM — FUUUUCK! "

"I want you to do something first."

"Yes! YES! ANYTHING, WARR! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME…!"

Stacy madly pushed her body back against Warren's strong hips as she leaned her face against her forearms. She honestly couldn't give a damn if the stall collapsed right this second and she was exposed to the entire bathroom, hell, the entire amusement park.

It felt so good, even her toned legs were starting to cave in. The only reason she’s still able to hold on was because of Warren's support on her waist — that and pure adrenaline. 

"Why don't we make a Thank-You video for Alvin? He's been so nice to you. Don't you think he deserves it?"

"YES! I WUV MY BOYFRIEND!" Stacy turned to face Warren and puckered her lips for a kiss. He leaned in and obliged. 

Stacy's wet tongue naughtily wrapped around his and wrestled each other for a minute before Warren stopped it. 

"God, you kiss like fucking filth, Stace!"

She stuck her tongue out with a smile, proudly showing him the pornographic sight of their spit mixing together in her mouth — he never taught her that. She probably saw it from one of his favorite movies, though. 

"Okay, get the plushie. We're having it on the video."

Keeping her ass raised as it took his vicious pounding like a champ, Stacy flexibly grabbed the plushie — Bob from the ground. Warren whistled, genuinely impressed at the athleticism.

She grinned at him — or at least towards him. He could only assume as she was barely able to keep her eyes steady through the collective mini-climaxes her mind was experiencing. 

The senior grinned. He loved seeing his spoiled sophomore girl out of control. Without waiting for another second, Warren took out his phone and started recording — starting with a selfie! 

He gasped, "Fuck! S-sorry, I thought I was ready, but her pussy feels so goddamn tight. Jesus! To anyone who's watching; Hey, I'm Warren, and this is — "

"Hi, my naaAAAame's STAaaaACY — OOOOH!!!"

"Sorry about that. She's a little crazy for cock."

Little was an understatement, Stacy thought in the back of her mind. 

The woman squealed in agreement, sounding like a pig as she thrashed around — she even started to drool from her lips. 

"COCK! I WUV YOUR COCK, WARR! WUV BIG COOOCK!!!" 

She couldn't believe how insanely good it felt.

"Anyway, we're dedicating this to her lucky boyfriend — Alvin! He's got a tiny prick that won't satisfy this bitch, but he's a great guy. He won a prize for her at the arcade today and I'm so glad Stace is dating a little-dicked cuck who cares so much about her!" 

Little was an understatement there too, she hilariously thought. 

Pushing her butt wantonly against his developed v-line, Stacy moaned loudly in tandem with her thoughts, "So tiny ~ !"

She then used her thumb and her index finger to show the camera how small it was. Warren's lips curled smugly. He loved it when she mercilessly trashed her boyfriend without filter. 

"Here's a special message from your one and only!"

Warren pulled on her hair and forced her to look at the camera as he continued pummeling her. 

"Stace, what do you have to say to your cuck?"

Stacy looked at herself on the screen. Pupils dilated, her bright green irises looked like the deceptively deep parts of the sea. Sweat seemed to pour like rainfall on her forehead, dripping from her furrowed eyebrows.

She looked like a mess. Deranged. Completely unlike how she was at the beginning of this date. 

Funnily enough, sex with Warren tended to end like this — a philosophical afterthought that happens in a split second. A moment where one tick-tock feels like infinity stretched out and she gains this unreal sense of clarity. Stacy then ponders how far she's fallen — and what steps she took to end up this way. 

Her brothers, who inspired her to look for the nicest men the world has to offer. Her mother, who raised her to constantly think for herself and choose her own path. Her father, who taught her that life is all about balance and discipline. 

Her boyfriend, who showed her that love is what makes life worth living. 

Her eyes rolled up as she squirted on her lover's cock. The thought of betraying every single one of the ideals they taught her with a fucking asshole shot straight to her brain like heroin. 

"I LOVE YOU, ALVIN! I L-LOVE YOU SO MUCH — OH, FUUUUCK! WARR, THIS F-FEELS AMAAAAZING! THANK YOU FOR TAKING ME OUT O-ON THIS AMAZING D-DATE TODAY! OH, MY GOD! IT'S MY FAVORITE DATE WITH YOU YET, BABY ~ ! I LOVE THE PLUSHIE SO MUCH…! FUCK, SHIT — MY PUSSY FEELS SO GOOOOD! YES, OH! WARR, YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUUMMING AGAIN, ALVIN! THIS IS FOR YOU, BABY! I CAN'T W-WAIT TO GET BACK OUT THERE AND RIDE THE FERRIS WHEEL WITH Y-YOU! I LOVE — " 

With one last thrust, Warren brutally slammed his giant cock on her cervix and came blindingly. 

" — COCK! COOOOCK! MY PUSSY'S CUMMING SO MUUUUCH — OOOHHHH!" Painful pleasure shot through her body as the world turned white for Stacy. She could feel the man filling up the condom inside her. 

Warren gasped in unreal pleasure. Like it didn't want to let go, Stacy's pussy clamped on his cock as he tried to pull out. 

The condom slid right off his cock, stuck in the tightness of her pussy. As soon as she felt him pull out, Stacy's legs collapsed and she dropped to the floor — her back arched and her ass still twitching. It took a few more minutes of mindless grunts until they were finally able to ride out their collective tidal waves. 

Then silence. 

"That was…. amazing," he muttered in satisfaction after a while. 

Right cheek pressed against the cold floor, Stacy nodded eagerly, smiling in fucked-out bliss as her eyes remained shut. She moaned in agreement, feeling his hot cum through the condom still stuck on her pussy, "Mmm….”

Still reeling in the aftershocks, Stacy took a deep breath and slowly regained her edge.

The part of her that came out whenever she was with Warren never failed to surprise her. She imagined acting in a movie scene would feel a lot like this. She knew the woman in the mirror was her, yet at the same time, she didn't recognize her. 

A bitch in heat with only cock in her mind — she couldn't find a limit to that woman's lack of morals.

But in the end, she loved her family. She loved Austin too. The sex was just something you do once in a while to release some pent-up lust and stress — to release the thrill-seeking, damn-the-consequences part of her.

The woman that's far from her family's perfect little angel. 

The alter-ego inside every “good girl” that feels impossibly real at times. 

"Hey, are you listening?" he asked her. The woman clearly wasn't hearing anything. With a chuckle, Warren pulled out the condom and spoke to the unmoving woman, "You should get going. Your boyfriend is probably still waiting for that romantic sunset bullcrap."

After taking a few seconds to process what he said, Stacy jumped up in shock, quickly cleaning up her dress and reapplying her makeup. Her mascara was all over the place, and the lip tint she applied in the morning got all smudged. One look at Warren’s usually glistening cock and anyone would realize where the red on her lips went. 

"I'll see you later!"

As soon as she was about to head out, Warren called out, "Wait."

She paused and looked at him. "Yeah?"

He walked towards her, admiring Stacy's sexy afterglow as he lifted up her skirt and tied the used condom on the strings of her underwear. 

The man playfully grinned at her. "Keep it right here, all right? We'll strap on a second one when you get home later tonight."

Stacy shuddered at the immoral scenario. She would literally be wearing another man's cum as she continued her date with her boyfriend. 

So freaking hot! 

"Pick you up at 9pm?"

She nodded and kissed him passionately, feeling as if the thrill of today won't ever end at this rate.

"You're going to be my last and favorite amusement ride of today — no matter what," she whispered in his ears and kissed. Warren grinned. 

"Go," he said before smacking her butt. 

She coyly elbowed him before running out of the bathroom, to Austin, who was hopefully still waiting on the line for the ferris wheel. On the way, Stacy pondered how she was going to explain if he had already been. 

Thankfully, when she located Austin, he was still the third person in line.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips. If she and Warren had went for another round, like they usually do, she would've definitely missed the ride. Of course, she probably wouldn't have cared that much, as she would've been riding something much more suitable to her taste. 

Still, she was happy to see Austin. The romantic date almost felt like it happened yesterday. 

As if he noticed her loving gaze, her cute boyfriend turned around and waved at her. 

"You're just in time. I take it you're feeling better?"

She thought of how relaxed she's feeling right now after consecutive orgasms and nodded. 

Crap, she'd probably want to fuck Warren right before their date nights all the time now. The thrill was incomparable!

Another innocent thing ruined by her insufferable senior. Stacy wondered if she had any hopes of living an entirely normal life. Probably not, she thought. Though, it didn't quite matter to her. 

Normalcy tended to get a little boring after committing to the thrill of the act anyway. That was always the case with Stacy. 

Hanging out with her boyfriend just made her want to get her butt fucked hard the day after. 

After a few minutes of her mind wandering back and forth to the no doubt immensely satisfying sex she was going to have tonight, the ferris wheel stopped and it was finally their turn.

"You first," Austin said before offering his arm for support. She smiled before boarding the cabin. Slowly, the axle rotated and they flew together from the ground.  

"This view is incredible," she murmured, her voice soft with awe. Flying at this height — it was surreal. 

"Yeah. Still doesn't compare to you, though," Austin replied, his tone sincere. Stacy rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Talker."

The man chuckled. With eyes filled with warmth, he said, "I had an amazing time tonight, Stacy. I'm really glad we did this together."

Stacy smiled back, her heart fluttering at his words as she laid on his shoulder, "Me too, Tin. It's been a perfect day, thanks to you."

She reminded herself to thank Warren too.

As the ferris wheel gently descended, their conversation shifted to dreams, passions, and shared hopes. With each word, their connection seemed to deepen, weaving an invisible red thread between them.

When the ride came to an end, Austin held Stacy close and confessed, "I don't want this night to end."

Stacy nodded, her eyes reflecting the sincerity in his. "Then let's make more moments like this," she replied, her fingers tracing circles on his palm. "Together…. always."

In that moment, under the starlit sky, Stacy and Austin sealed a promise, to embark on a journey of countless sweet and cherished dates as their hearts entwined in the magic of love.

It was a normal kind of situation. Well, aside from the filled up condom attached to Stacy's underwear. A condom figuratively attached to the red string of fate — which also happened to be the color of said underwear. 

How erotic, she thought. 

She couldn't wait to finish up here and fulfill the other promise.