His Only Chance

 His Only Chance by Lou Bealy

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This is a work of fiction and all characters depicted are 18 or older.

Julian knocked on the door a second time, wondering if he had the right place. He was about to turn around and leave when he heard the deadbolt unlock. The front door swung open and standing there was Julian’s vision of beauty.

She was tall for a woman, about five foot eight, and very thin with long dark hair, a narrow face with high cheekbones. She wore a long dark dress with red and white striped stockings, dark eye makeup, and black lipstick. In short, she looked like a stereotypical goth girl- just Julian’s type. She smiled and her bright blue eyes lit up when she saw him. She turned around and sashayed up the stairs to her bedroom and he followed closely behind, watching her round little ass bounce inches from his face.

After ascending the stairs, she pushed her door open and revealed the candlelit room. In the center of the room on the carpet, there was a circle about eight feet across drawn in salt, surrounded by lit red candles. Across the center, there was a series of symbols written in chalk that seemed to faintly glow in the dim light.

The beautiful lithe creature waited at the doorway and once he made it to the top of the stairs, she smiled mischievously and slowly backed away from the door. In a flash, she grabbed her dress and yanked it off in one fluid move then tossed it at him. It landed on his face, momentarily obscuring his vision and filling his sinuses with her lovely scent. He pulled it from his face and threw it over his shoulder with his eyes again glued to her body.

She was naked except for the thin stockings that covered her long legs from her tiny feet to her creamy thighs. Slowly she backed away into the circle while she cupped her tiny breasts- little conical points on her chest with rock-hard nipples- and then slid her fingers along the pale silky skin of her stomach and abs. She caressed her thighs with her fingertips, her hands circling around her hairless sex as if she was framing it. She crossed the circle, darting across in one leap from the edge to near the center. The line of chalk drawn on the floor seemed to somehow begin to glow brighter, illuminating her grinning face from below and casting long dark shadows under her bright eyes. Once in the middle of the circle, she slowly lowered herself to the floor and then laid back on top of a long pillow. She spread her legs wide, displaying her wet pussy. Her fingers slipped down and spread her lips open even wider for his viewing pleasure.

Tossing his own clothes aside, Julian entered the room and could immediately smell how horny she was, even with the smell of the burning candles hanging in the air. He was just as excited as she was and for a moment was wondering what she was waiting for. Looking down at his erect little penis, all of three inches long, he felt a pang of shame for forgetting that he needed to warm her up first. His talents in this area were the only reason she ever called him back after that first hookup, and he knew it but that was just fine with him. On its own, his little dick was not very impressive or effective. Sadly, he had to learn that particular lesson the hard way. But that was the whole point of what they were doing there, of course.

Down on his knees, Julian crawled into the circle and over to her supine form. As before, when he entered the circle, it began to glow even brighter; a ghostly dim light from all around them far outshone all of the candles and cast dancing shadows upon the wall. Gently, his hands slid up her goosebump-covered thighs. He crept between her legs until his face was right over her wet cunt. Slowly, he leaned down and gave her pussy a deep tongue kiss.

The girl’s deep, raspy moans encouraged him to continue. Sliding the tip from her clit and around her opening, lapping up her juices as they leaked from her engorged sex and then back to the little nub in a figure eight motion. Pushing a finger in just inside, he wiggled the tip to stretch her tight opening, making her moan even louder. The finger sunk in slowly to the knuckle while he slid his tongue back and forth across her tiny clit. Curling his finger, he found her g-spot and sucked her clit into his mouth. With a great sigh, she leaned backward on the pillow until her head almost hit the floor, arching her back and pressing her crotch forward into his mouth. Moving from her clit to her throbbing hole, his tongue slipped inside and twirled before returning to the swollen little nub. Her breaths became raspy and shallow as she humped his face. She grunted with each breath, quickening until she shrieked in ecstasy, grinding her pussy into his face and soaking it with her girlcum.

“Alright,” she said breathily. He moved back so she could assume the position, the only position that she would allow him to fuck her in. She turned over and got on her knees, using the large pillow to lean on and present her ass and pussy. Reaching back, she cupped her vulva with one hand and spread herself open with the fingers.

Moving in behind her, he lined his tiny stub of a penis with her leaking sex. Before he could get close enough to put himself in, she covered her pussy with her hand and blocked his entrance.

“Huh?” he groaned.

“I didn’t say it was time yet.” she scolded. “Remember, this only works if we get it just right.”

He meekly nodded. He stood there for the next few minutes, jacking his cock and staring at her beautiful vulva peeking out from between her legs, wet with girlcum and spit.

“You’d better not cum,” she teased, giving him a knowing look. “I know how… short your fuse is.” She held up her hand with her thumb and forefinger almost touching.

He just stopped stroking and looked away for a moment, embarrassed before turning back to stare between her legs again. With a single finger, he slowly stroked the tip, circling his sensitive glans with the pad.

When she did give Julian the signal, he jumped into action, knowing that timing was crucial. Even with his pathetic size and the foreplay, it took a few strokes to bury himself all of the way to the hilt. Once all the way inside, he held himself there for a moment and took deep breaths while awaiting direction.

“Move up a little bit and hurry,” she instructed, reaching back to guide his hips to the right height. “Now lean back just a- right there. Perfect. That’s the position.” She groaned when he found the correct angle. “Okay… hold it.”

The supple yet firm grip of her muscles holding his dick tight almost made him squeal. It took every ounce of energy to simply hold himself in that spot, with his throbbing dick twitching inside her. Every nerve and fiber compelling him to arch his back, roll his hips, or just wiggle his torso; any little thing for stimulation. He felt her walls slowly and rhythmically stroking him, squeezing him as much as he had ever felt on his tiny dick. After an agonizing eternity, she mercifully informed him to proceed.

“Fuck me,” she ordered and he jumped right to it.

He got off to a good start, with a slow rocking action of his hips, his little cock found just the right incline and friction, but within moments she had to tell him to slow down and take his time, both to get the correct pace and to prevent him from blowing his load right then. His raspy breaths and desperate groans gave away his desperation.

Reaching behind him, she spanked him hard on his ass. “If you blow, you’re going to miss your one chance. You do want to fuck me again, right?”

He winced, from both the pain and humiliation. “Yes…” he muttered through clenched teeth. Through a feat of willpower, he managed to slow himself down, edging and preventing his impending orgasm.

“Okay, start again. We don’t have much time.” She angled herself slightly more forward to give him better access before adding, “follow my lead,” with a bit of derision in her voice. She watched the pale light of the circle as it flickered and matched the motion of her hips to its rhythm with every jerk and thrust coinciding with the waxing and waning of the light.

With her direction, he started pumping her again, plunging and withdrawing his full three inches with her moving him into the correct angle. She rolled her hips, sliding her velvet tunnel over his tiny three-inch dick and then enveloping him again. He followed her rhythm and their bodies began to truly sync, finding that place where they became one, the place where all else falls away.

“Perfect, almost there…” the brunette growled, sweat dripping from her forehead. “Just don’t cum.”

“G-ah!” he groaned. He was just at the edge and needed to stop but he couldn’t. Following her rhythm, it took every ounce of his concentration to hold out, to not just blow his load right then; his whole body was tense and rigid. He tried to think about anything but the amazing feeling of her soft little pussy sliding over the head of his little cock. Baseball, ugly people on the bus math problems; he grasped any thought that could distract him from his approaching orgasm. Seconds became eternity.

In preparing for this, he had practiced edging for weeks and had gotten quite good at it- even obsessed if he were honest. But this was different. He couldn’t stop or even slow down, instead having to keep a specific rhythm. Any moment his body would betray him, dumping his load into her and ruining his chance forever. There wouldn’t be another night where the stars aligned, when he knew there would be an opportunity, where his lithe partner would even give him another chance, where he wouldn’t be too humiliated to truly try again. This was it. He held on for everything he was worth, but it wasn’t enough. He was going to blow.

“There!” she suddenly shouted. Despite his condition, Julius wasn’t too far gone to recite the arcane words in unison with her. They said it quietly, but their words seemed to echo regardless, getting louder with each iteration until there was a hiss of fire and a flash of light that enveloped the room.

There was a surge of energy through his body that took over his senses for a moment. The world swirled around him; images and senses became jumbled and hard to interpret. He was suddenly in a different room, on a bed, and on top of a young woman he had never seen before, a tiny blonde with a dimpled babyface. He could feel himself thrusting his huge cock into her, every inch of his enormous monster pushing into her tight warm pussy. He could feel her pussy grip him, the sensation of being squeezed on all sides in a tight supple embrace that quivered with his every movement. And he could feel his enormous size spreading her open, stretching her to her absolute limit. His throbbing head was pulsing in her depths, expanding and contracting with every heartbeat. She squealed and thrashed beneath him, begging him to stop, that it was too much, but he ignored her and continued pounding her into the bed. He was going to take what he wanted from her and she would love every moment of it, he knew. None of the desperation to hold himself back was present, only the feeling of total domination and control. The way he looked down at her as he conquered her body, it was like he owned her completely.

But in a flash, that scene was gone from his sight and he was back in the circle, fucking a tall brunette suicide girl brunette instead of a tiny blonde. A feeling of despair quickly washed over him as the realization set in that he had his own little dick again on the verge of orgasm. The dread caused not only the feeling of suddenly being small again but also the loss of that confidence and control he had tasted for just a moment. Before he could dwell on it for more than a moment, the feelings from that scene in his mind began to fade back in again.

“Don’t stop, Jules,” she urged, rolling her hips to keep their rhythm, fucking herself on his little stub, grinding herself on him more than fucking.

He groaned and started pumping her again, his cock throbbing like it was somehow growing even harder. It pulsed with each heartbeat, his head swelling like he was going to cum, but instead of cumming, it seemed to get larger and larger- a feeling of tightness around him grew and grew, approaching the flash of sensation he had a moment ago. With each thrust, he felt like he pushed deeper and deeper inside but his body wasn’t getting any closer to hers. The soft flesh around his shaft grew tighter as well- to the point of feeling like she was too tight for him to fit and he had to be more gentle, slowly working his way inside until she cried out a high-pitched shriek.

“Yeah! Yeah! Just like that!” she yelled, slamming her body back into him and making a solid SMACK each time their bodies met. He felt like he was creating a seal with his dick, causing obscene squelching and sucking noises as he drew himself out and plunged back in. He felt her grow tighter and tighter, his cock reaching deeper and deeper, until he hit her cervix- or what he assumed was her cervix having no experience at all in the matter.

She squealed and thrashed as her orgasm overtook her, her pussy spasming on his cock. Seizing his moment, he drove himself in as hard as he could, pulling her back into him.

“Awww… FUCK!” she cried, her whole body shuddering. The glowing circle suddenly flashed brightly, almost blinding them in pure white light, and then went dark just as fast, seemingly losing all of its glow in an instant.

Julian held himself inside of her, flexing his muscles so he absolutely filled her, drove the air out of her until she rasped and groaned. Then he finally pulled out. His eyes went wide when he saw the sheer girth of his shaft. Amazed, he kept moving back and back, until he was a foot away from her but his cock was still sliding out. One more long step pulled his monster out of her with an audible pop as the suction was broken.

“Holy shit…” he whispered, staring at his long hard erection covered in girl slime. He ran his hand over the slick surface, down the shaft, and over the bulbous head. His body shuddered, the super-sensitive head pulsing, but he was still in control. He looked up at her pussy, gaping and stretched out in front of him.

The witch lay on her face panting, but she still had enough energy to reach back and smack her own ass cheek. “Hey!” she barked. “You’re not finished yet.”

He smiled and grabbed her hip to steady himself as he aimed his huge head between her gaping lips. He slipped in easily, at least the first few inches. As he fed more and more into her, she got tighter and tighter, enveloping and squeezing his new girth.

“My gods, you’re so huge…” she groaned. She leaned over farther until her face was almost on the floor. Leaning on her neck and arms, she pushed back feebly, trying to force his cock even deeper and spread her even more.

“Say that again.” He pulled out and slammed into her again.

* * *

“What was that?” the blonde asked. She looked over her shoulder at Peter and gave him a nasty look. “Why’d you pull out?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Peter backed away, confused. He felt his cock slide against her pussy lips but only for a moment. Looking down to investigate, his eyes went wide with horror.

At first glance, he thought his dick was missing but after a double-take she saw a tiny little two-inch nub, quickly shriveling to a flaccid shrunken little worm.

“You didn’t what? Let me cum?” she huffed. “I drove all the way over here for a three-minute fuck?” She pressed a tiny hand to his massive, muscled chest and said, “Move.” She crawled out from under Peter and got dressed while he sat there in embarrassed silence. This had never happened to him before and he had no idea how to react.

“I- I’m sorry,” he stammered. He reached down to feel his dick, to maybe stretch it out and bring it back to its impressive size, but it only caused him to wince, followed by a pathetic whimper when he removed his hand to look again. It was way too sensitive after the sudden orgasm that he hadn’t even felt coming. He had been in control and then suddenly he went off like a cannon. “Wait. Don’t go,” he begged but his pleas went unheeded. She didn’t even look at him. “I can- you know- use my mouth?” he offered, trying to sound like he wasn’t begging.

She finished getting dressed and turned back at the door to berate him one last time. “You think I come over here for your oral skills? It’s that great big-” she stopped when she saw his little pecker and looked confused. Without another word, she shook her head, yanked the door open, and walked out, leaving him staring at his wilted manhood in dejection.

End

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