City buzz hums below Isabelle’s apartment. Heart racing. I ring the bell. Door swings open. Kevin. Play the surprise. ‘Kevin? What are you doing here?’ He grins, boyish face still round. ‘College break. Back home. Kiss?’ Four pecks on smooth cheeks. He beams. ‘Long time. Come in.’ Muscled now. Shoulders broad. Pecs straining tee. Timid eyes. Shy, his mom said. We’ll see. ‘Looking for mom? She’s out all afternoon.’ Damn. Fake frown. ‘She left my O***** bag. Lingerie.’ He blinks. ‘Lingerie? I’ll check.’ He rummages. I explain. Her discount. My picks from catalog. He returns, bag in hand. Smile tugs my lips. Open it. Show him. Lace. Sheer. He blushes. Barely looks. ‘Like it?’ ‘Very beautiful.’ ‘Soft fabric.’ ‘You’ll look stunning.’ Eye lock. He averts. ‘Hope sizes right. Mind if I try now? For exchanges.’ ‘Uh, yeah.’ ‘In mom’s room.’ Wink. Door shuts. Strip slow. Fold clothes neat. Scissors snip tags. Bra hugs tits perfect. Garter belt. Stockings roll up thighs. Snap to straps. Panties slide on. Mirror glows. Curves pop. Silk caresses skin. Hand slips to crotch. Touch. Wet already. Buzz at door. ‘All good? Right size?’ ‘Perfect. Come in.’ He stumbles. Jaw drops. ‘Come.’ ‘You’re… insanely sexy.’ ‘Check sizes. Hand on bra cup. Full? Not tight?’ Fingers tremble. ‘Yes… perfect.’ ‘Panties? Hand on ass.’ He strokes. ‘Right size? Soft?’ ‘Yes. So smooth.’ Breath quickens. Fingers roam. Ass. Pussy. Through fabric. Nipples harden. ‘Feel my tips stiff?’ Whisper. ‘Oh yeah. You like?’ ‘Love it. You hard?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Belt undone. Pants drop. Hand dives. Pull out stiff cock. Hot. Throbbing. Stroke slow. He groans. Don’t cum yet. ‘Strip.’ Naked. Mirrors us. Him muscled behind. Cock presses panty-clad ass. Head on shoulder. Nips ear. We watch. Power surges. Legs spread. Cock grinds clit through silk. Dream real. Adrenaline spikes.
Bra off. Hands claim tits. Kneads. Pinches nipples. Weakness hit. Thrusts quicken. Cock rubs wet fabric. Guide him. Moans escape. Kiss savage. Tongues battle. ‘Want your cock inside.’ Unneeded words. Panties drop. Hands on mirror. Arch. Offer ass. Legs part. Cock slides bare. Tip teases clit. Soaked. Push back. He enters. Scream. Thrust. Raw. Violent. Hands grip tits. Twist nipples. Waves crash. Faster. Hand drops. Fingers clit. Explode. Orgasm rips. Scream. Cock swells. Cum floods. He roars. Collapse on bed. Afternoon blurs. Smiles. Caresses. Laughs. Fucks. His tongue devours pussy. Fingers expert. I ride face. Teach him. Drain balls. Experienced power. He worships. Secret mission complete. Domination total.
The Mutation
Rise. Dress. ‘See you again?’ ‘Maybe.’ ‘Souvenir?’ ‘My panties.’ Toss. He sniffs. Intoxicated. Mark left. Evening texts flood. Isabelle: ‘So?’ ‘What?’ ‘You came by?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Kevin there?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘He shy?’ ‘Not with me. Virgin no more.’ ‘Details?’ ‘Better than good ;)’ Slip out. City streets pulse. Mask on. Lawyer by day. Secret Heroine forever. Stronger. Unbreakable. They never know.