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Training Day (Humanized Dash)

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I wrote this because I don't know.
“Four…five…six…seeeeevvvven…annnnnd eight.”
>You let the weight down hard, but without dropping it.
>That’s both obnoxious and dangerous.
>You’ve been going to the gym long enough to know proper etiquette.
>The sweat pours from you, constant droplets falling to the bench.
>Oh yeah, you’re going to feel this tomorrow.
>Good, means you’re doing it right.
>”That all you got?”
>That voice…
>You look up to see none other than Dash, in all her fit glory.
>She’s smirking at you while you sit there gasping for air.
>Dash always knows how to get you going, even though she’s jesting.
“That’s it? Woman this dumbbell weighs more than you.”
>Considering the weight is 125 lbs, this is actually a true statement with how svelte she is.
>”You calling me fat?”
“I’m going to hit you.”
>”I’d like to see you try.”
>You stand up and make you way to her, firmly stepping with clenched fists.
>She doesn’t move and stands there with her arms crossed.
>You reach out and wrap her in a big, sweaty bear hug.
>”Eww eww eww you’re soooo sweaty!”
“It’s called progress, Dash.”
>”It’s called deodorant.”
>You give another squeeze to annoy her and also to feel those boobs of hers against you.
>Hey you’re a guy, and she’s rather stacked for the kind of athlete she is.
>Her body puts yours to shame.
>She’s in the best shape of anybody you’ve ever seen, while you’re happy if you’re considered obese.
>But that’s the price of lifting for power, your physique is an afterthought.
>Why she even talks to you you’ll never understand.
>Dash could have any guy in a heartbeat and maybe she does.
>Yet for the past year since she started going here she’s always talked to you.
>Hell it was her that motivated you to go to the gym in high school.
>Being a fat bastard never did you any favors other than getting picked on.
>She stood up for you in a genuine manor, and since then you owed it to her and yourself to get into shape.
>You think it’s working.
>You break the hug and Dash proceeds to wipe herself down.
>”Gonna need two showers for this.”
“Story of my life.”
>She laughs.
>”So you just getting started?”
“Pfft, I’ve been here over an hour now, I got bench left then I’m done.”
>”A little over an hour and you’re calling it quits?”
“Hey it was a hard hour.”
>”Yeah I bet. You need to work on your endurance dude.”
“We can’t all have the stamina of race horse, Dash.”
>”You do though. It’s about the same as their sex stamina.”
“And just how do you know about the sex stamina of a horse?”
>”Because reasons.”
“Uh huh.”
>This is why you like her, there’s not another female you’ve ever met that talks like one of the guys.
>That and her utterly gorgeous body.
>But you’re not going to be that way with her, she’s too much of a friend.
>”Want a spotter?”
“Nah, I’m not gonna go that hard so I’ll be ok.”
>”You’re not gonna get anywhere with that attitude, I’d better come along.”
“Really I’ll be ok.”
>”Really I don’t care. Someone’s gotta make sure you’re not cheating.”
>You roll your eyes and go to the bench.
>You start low, putting a pair of 45 pound plates on each side then a 25.
>”I wanna see 20 good reps.”
“How about 10?”
>”18. Perfect form.”
“I’m thinking….10.”
>”15, and not a rep less.”
“10 it is.”
>You get into position, and lift before she has a chance to say anything.
>Ten good reps later, you rack the weight.
>”You uh, planning to get serious with this at some point?”
“Your butt is serious.”
>”Seriously good.”
>Sways it in front of you while you look on.
>Good Lord there’s nothing fair about that butt at all.
>It’s like her shorts are tailor-made for every curve.
>The light just highlights each cheek perfectly
>”Feel free to snap out of it at any time.”
>Uh oh.
“Sh-shut up. That’s not even right.”
>”Why do I get the felling you’re beat red from something other than working out?”
“Why do i get...the feeling...that...whatever, shut up.”
>She snickers at your frustration.
>Stupid sexy Rainbow.
>You get into position again and go for another set, not even bothering to add weight.
>As you lift the weight off, Dash grabs the bar and in one move, sits on it with her legs draped over your head.
>You’re already on the way down with the weight so you can’t stop it mid stride.
>The bar rests across your chest as you fight to push it off.
>If Rainbow is about 120 pounds, and you’re doing 275 bench, that puts it at almost 400 pounds.
>Now, you’ve benched that once before, but you were not nearly as exhausted.
>Also, you didn’t have the ass of a cheerleader smothering you.
>Her tight thighs covered your face to the point that you weren’t getting any air.
>This coupled with the fact that you weren’t necessarily opposed to being in this position with a girl made it extremely hard to find the strength to lift the bar.
>The twitching in your pants also doesn’t help.
>But you don’t want to die like this, so you heave as hard as you can.
>Thankfully, Dash rests her feet on the bars around, giving you just barely enough assistance to get it off.
>After you set the bar, you shoot up and get your bearings.
>What the hell was that about?
“What…the HELL…was that about?!”
>You look at her in disbelief.
>She’s grinning a mile wide.
>”You need to be pushed, so I figured nothing motivates better than the fear of death.”
“Are you nuts?! That could’ve gone horribly wrong!”
>”Yet you managed to push it out almost completely on your own.”
“You don’t mess around with stuff like that! I could’ve torn something or passed out!”
>”Really dude? You think I’d actually let something happen to you?”
“Not normally, but I didn’t expect you to try and suffocate me either.”
>”Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”
“That’s not the point!”
>”Oh so you did huh?”
“WHA-what th-…there’s something wrong with your brain. Oh God who saw that???”
>”Pfft relax, there’s hardly anyone here and I know no one saw it.”
“Oh thank Christ.”
>You give a heavy sigh.
>”Sooooo…ready for another set?”
“Ha, yeah right. That’s enough for me, I’m going to hit the bags.”
>”Oh so you have enough energy for that but not to lift with me?”
>If it wasn’t for that smirk you’d think she’s seriously offended.
“I need to blow off some steam. I’ll see you around, ‘Bow.”
>”You KNOW I hate that name…”
“You’re damn right I know.”
>You walk away without even glancing at her, grinning to yourself.
>She LOATHES that nickname.
>Getting the last laugh is always worth it.
>In a separate room all alone, you start on the punching bags.
>No windows anywhere prevents anyone from seeing you lay into the bag.
>You’re so flustered after the bench incident that you don’t even pace yourself.
“One. One two. One two three. One two three four.”
>A solid minute of jabs leaves you completely gassed.
>…Damn it if she’s not right about you having no endurance.
“Gah.”
>You get right back into it and just start throwing various shots.
>Anything to keep your mind wondering from that butt being plastered on yo-
“DAMN IT.”
>The poor bag receives a furious punch that swings it wildly.
>You collapse on your butt onto the ground, completely spent.
>There’s so much sweat coming off of you you must look like a mess.
>A quick glance at the mirror confirms it’s as bad as it looks.
>Dash, right behind you, seems to share your sentime-
>Wait, Dash?!
>That was all you got out before she jumped on your back and forced you face down into the ground.
>She sat right on your upper back and neck area, legs pinning your shoulders.
“Rainbow what the hell?!”
>She doesn’t answer as she turns around, grabs your wrists, and with what feels like a rubber band, binds your wrists together.
>Well, this certainly escalated quickly.
>She resumes her original position and looks down on you.
>”HA. Ten seconds flat and I got you completely pinned. Still don’t believe me that you need some endurance training?”
“Frankly I don’t know what to believe, starting with you.”
>”Something wrong?”
“Uh yeah, everything.”
>”Like what?”
“Well for one thing you’re currently sitting on my and have my hands bound behind my back. That seems kind of like big ol’ red flag.”
>”Oh that, this is just me getting what I want.”
“Getting what you want?”
>”Yep.”
“And what do you want? Revenge for something? Are you seriously that upset that I called you ‘Bow?”
>”No, well yeah kinda, but mostly I just want you.”
>Your mind is running circles.
>She can’t possibly mean what you think she means.
“When you say you want me…”
>She flips you over and you note how strong she is as she sits right back down on your chest.
>”I want to bone you. Bad.”
>Welp, that’s pretty straight forward.
>You’re so exhausted at this point that you can’t even comprehend how messed up the whole situation is.
“Wha-who-whe-wh-why?”
>”I like strong guys. I like to break em in. It’s a rush for me.”
“So I’m like a stat to you?”
>”C’mon dude, give me more credit. I’ve dated a few guys but they were all jerks, guess that’s more my fault. Seeing you lately and how much you’ve changed your body, I used to feel bad for how you got picked on, you seemed like a nice guy. You manned up and took control and I really like what I see.”
“So you show your affection by ambushing me when I’m at my weakest and tying me up? In some states, like all of them, that could be seen as rape.”
>”Hey I figured you’d like this, but if you really want me to stop…”
>It’s funny, because as she talks about stopping, she takes off her top revealing her sports bra.
>Dear God that thing must be working overtime to hold those in place.
>You’ve obviously never seen this much of Dash before.
>Never mind the immaculate chest, but her core is stunning, absolutely toned.
>Her shoulders even have solid definition, all of this glistening with sweat.
“Oy vey…”
>”That’s what I thought.”
“I-I mean, this whole thi-“
>”Oh can it already. I can feel your chest racing through my ass. You couldn’t be more eager for this.”
“What is it with you and provoking me in public? Are you looking for an audience?”
>”No one’s coming in here, I locked the door and put up a ‘closed’ sign I found.”
“You really planned this out, eh?”
>”You got that right.”
>She undoes the clasp on her bra, and the sight before you beats anything you’ve seen on the internet.
>Her breasts somehow seem larger than before, filling out completely now that they’re free.
>Combine this with the fact that this whole situation touches upon your fetish, and it almost hurts how hard you’re getting.
>Your breathing, strained as it is, has almost tripled in speed.
>”Now that’s what I’m talking about, you’re gonna get that cardio training.”
“For this being my first time, this is really setting the bar awfully high.”
>”Your first time? So you’re…”
“Yeah.”
>”Woooooow. Seriously?”
>You nod.
>”Oooooh baby am I gonna have fun breaking you in.”
>Not sure whether to be scared or even more aroused at that idea.
>She wastes no time in lifting herself up just enough to remove her pants.
>Even if you’ve never done it before, you know the drill here.
>Thanks internet.
>Her lips are already moist, this really is a huge turn-on for her.
“I take it it’s my turn now?”
>Her response to this is to completely smother you with her crotch.
>There’s no other options at this point, so you set your tongue to work.
>Between the smell and the sensation, you’re completely overwhelmed.
>The taste is something you’d think would be unpleasant, yet you can’t stop lapping at whatever you can reach with your tongue.
>You suck and lick with strong but methodical motions.
>She’s squeezing your head so tight with her thighs that your ears are ringing.
>Dash slides back and forth over and over, barely giving you enough air.
>As amazing as this was, and as excited as you were, the lack of oxygen was causing you to see dots.
>Almost on cue, Dash releases an orgasm that threatens to drown you.
>Fluids pour from her, but she still has a vice grip on your head.
>You drink down what you can, for sexual and survival reasons.
>Dash finally lets up, and you breathe in deeply once again, gasping for air.
>She pants much like you while trying to speak.
>”Woah…I just…are you…are you sure…that was your .....first time?”
“I…I do good?”
>”Dude you’re a pro…I’ll have to get you back for that.”
>She spins around, giving you about as perfect a view of a perfect butt as you can get.
>What you’d give to feel it.
>She lowers your pants, almost flinching as your member flips out to great her.
>”Damn that was close. Little eager back there?”
“I feel like I’m gonna burst just from you looking at it.”
>”That is adorable. But I’m not letting you off that easy, so to speak.”
>She grips the base hard.
>It’s almost unpleasant, but then she starts using her other hand to trace up and down your shaft.
>Now it’s really starting to hurt with how bad you want to explode.
>She very lightly rubs the head, then moving to the bottom of it.
>You have no mouth and you must scream.
>Rainbow uses her ass to completely drown your grunts out.
>You try evening the score by tonguing her again, but it’s no use.
>You can’t focus, the sensation is beyond intense.
>”Man I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. This should be fun.”
>What does she me-
>HOLY GUNGNIR OF ODIN.
>Her mouth encases you whole.
>The heat, the tongue, the lips, the everything.
>You’d been missing out on this.
>You scream into her rear, and you swear you hear her giggling.
>This must look so pathetic to be writhing under her.
>But it can’t be helped, you’re so new to this it’s not even funny.
>Some man you are.
>Her head bobs up and down, electricity threatening to shut your brain down from sensory overload.
>To hell with it, you can’t take anymore.
>You let everything go into her maw.
>Having not had release in over a day, this was by far the most surreal orgasm you’ve ever had.
>Apparently Dash couldn’t take it either, as she starts coughing and choking.
>She sits up, almost crushing you under her toned glutes.
>Not like you could move if you wanted to.
>Trying to remember your name is a chore at this point.
>”Man, you really needed that. I was barely getting started too. I don’t think that was 40 seconds.”
>Dash doesn’t realize you can’t hear her with her ass so firmly planted on you.
>”Oops, sorry dude.”
>She gets off and looks down at you.
>You must look like a rag doll.
>Nothing you tell your body to do seems to work, other than breathing like there’s no tomorrow.
>You can barely open your eyes.
>”Hey, you alright?”
“I…I think so…I just…I can’t….wow…”
>”No doubt about it, that really was your first time, huh?”
>You meekly nod.
“Sorry…”
>”Why?”
“Cause I…I figure you were trying to drag that out….I couldn’t take it…”
>She laughs a little.
>”Have to say, with you being so spent and limp, you look really cute. Don’t worry about it, I probably went a litter overboard with all this. It’s not like I’m disappointed at all.”
”Really?”
>”Yep. Why, with a little practice you could be a machine. But we gotta work on your endurance.”
“How?”
>”Lots and lots of practice~”
>Oh God your body is trembling at the thought.
>”Haha, easy stud. Right now you need to get some rest. Let me get you up.”
>She carefully helps you to a sitting position.
>”Holy cow…”
“Wha, what happened?”
>”The stretch band I used on your hands…it snapped!”
“It did?”
>She shows you the cord.
>Must’ve been from when you climaxed.
“I didn’t even notice.”
>”You’re a beast, this was the purple one, those don’t ever break normally.”
>Rainbow gets herself dressed and helps you up, your legs like that of a new born.
>”Easy there, I got you.”
“So are you really serious about all this? About me?”
>She takes your cheek in her hand and kisses you.
>Nothing firm or rough, but a sweet little kiss on the lips.
>”Believe me, I’m not letting you go that easy.”
>You smile back at her.
>Looks like you got a lot of training ahead of you.

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“Four…five…six…seeeeevvvven…annnnnd eight.”
>You let the weight down hard, but without dropping it.
>That’s both obnoxious and dangerous.
>You’ve been going to the gym long enough to know proper etiquette.
>The sweat pours from you, constant droplets falling to the bench. 
>Oh yeah, you’re going to feel this tomorrow.
>Good, means you’re doing it right.
>”That all you got?”
>That voice…
>You look up to see none other than Dash, in all her fit glory.
>She’s smirking at you while you sit there gasping for air.
>Dash always knows how to get you going, even though she’s jesting.
“That’s it?  Woman this dumbbell weighs more than you.” 
>Considering the weight is 125 lbs, this is actually a true statement with how svelte she is. 
>”You calling me fat?”
“I’m going to hit you.”
>”I’d like to see you try.”
>You stand up and make you way to her, firmly stepping with clenched fists.
>She doesn’t move and stands there with her arms crossed.
>You reach out and wrap her in a big, sweaty bear hug.
>”Eww eww eww you’re soooo sweaty!”
“It’s called progress, Dash.”
>”It’s called deodorant.”
>You give another squeeze to annoy her and also to feel those boobs of hers against you.
>Hey you’re a guy, and she’s rather stacked for the kind of athlete she is.
>Her body puts yours to shame.
>She’s in the best shape of anybody you’ve ever seen, while you’re happy if you’re considered obese.
>But that’s the price of lifting for power, your physique is an afterthought.
>Why she even talks to you you’ll never understand.
>Dash could have any guy in a heartbeat and maybe she does.
>Yet for the past year since she started going here she’s always talked to you.
>Hell it was her that motivated you to go to the gym in high school.
>Being a fat bastard never did you any favors other than getting picked on.
>She stood up for you in a genuine manor, and since then you owed it to her and yourself to get into shape.
>You think it’s working.
>You break the hug and Dash proceeds to wipe herself down.
>”Gonna need two showers for this.”
“Story of my life.”
>She laughs.
>”So you just getting started?”
“Pfft, I’ve been here over an hour now, I got bench left then I’m done.”
>”A little over an hour and you’re calling it quits?”
“Hey it was a hard hour.”
>”Yeah I bet.  You need to work on your endurance dude.”
“We can’t all have the stamina of race horse, Dash.”
>”You do though.  It’s about the same as their sex stamina.”
“And just how do you know about the sex stamina of a horse?”
>”Because reasons.”
“Uh huh.”
>This is why you like her, there’s not another female you’ve ever met that talks like one of the guys.
>That and her utterly gorgeous body.
>But you’re not going to be that way with her, she’s too much of a friend.
>”Want a spotter?”
“Nah, I’m not gonna go that hard so I’ll be ok.”
>”You’re not gonna get anywhere with that attitude, I’d better come along.”
“Really I’ll be ok.”
>”Really I don’t care.  Someone’s gotta make sure you’re not cheating.”
>You roll your eyes and go to the bench.
>You start low, putting a pair of 45 pound plates on each side then a 25.
>”I wanna see 20 good reps.”
“How about 10?”
>”18.  Perfect form.”
“I’m thinking….10.”
>”15, and not a rep less.”
“10 it is.”
>You get into position, and lift before she has a chance to say anything.
>Ten good reps later, you rack the weight.
>”You uh, planning to get serious with this at some point?”
“Your butt is serious.”
>”Seriously good.”
>Sways it in front of you while you look on.
>Good Lord there’s nothing fair about that butt at all.
>It’s like her shorts are tailor-made for every curve.
>The light just highlights each cheek perfectly
>”Feel free to snap out of it at any time.”
>Uh oh.
“Sh-shut up.  That’s not even right.”
>”Why do I get the felling you’re beat red from something other than working out?”
“Why do i get...the feeling...that...whatever, shut up.”
>She snickers at your frustration.
>Stupid sexy Rainbow.
>You get into position again and go for another set, not even bothering to add weight.
>As you lift the weight off, Dash grabs the bar and in one move, sits on it with her legs draped over your head.
>You’re already on the way down with the weight so you can’t stop it mid stride.
>The bar rests across your chest as you fight to push it off.
>If Rainbow is about 120 pounds, and you’re doing 275 bench, that puts it at almost 400 pounds.
>Now, you’ve benched that once before, but you were not nearly as exhausted.
>Also, you didn’t have the ass of a cheerleader smothering you.
>Her tight thighs covered your face to the point that you weren’t getting any air.
>This coupled with the fact that you weren’t necessarily opposed to being in this position with a girl made it extremely hard to find the strength to lift the bar.
>The twitching in your pants also doesn’t help.
>But you don’t want to die like this, so you heave as hard as you can.
>Thankfully, Dash rests her feet on the bars around, giving you just barely enough assistance to get it off.
>After you set the bar, you shoot up and get your bearings.
>What the hell was that about?
“What…the HELL…was that about?!”
>You look at her in disbelief.
>She’s grinning a mile wide.
>”You need to be pushed, so I figured nothing motivates better than the fear of death.”
“Are you nuts?!  That could’ve gone horribly wrong!”
>”Yet you managed to push it out almost completely on your own.”
“You don’t mess around with stuff like that!  I could’ve torn something or passed out!”
>”Really dude?  You think I’d actually let something happen to you?”
“Not normally, but I didn’t expect you to try and suffocate me either.”
>”Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”
“That’s not the point!”
>”Oh so you did huh?”
“WHA-what th-…there’s something wrong with your brain.  Oh God who saw that???”
>”Pfft relax, there’s hardly anyone here and I know no one saw it.”
“Oh thank Christ.”
>You give a heavy sigh.
>”Sooooo…ready for another set?”
“Ha, yeah right.  That’s enough for me, I’m going to hit the bags.”
>”Oh so you have enough energy for that but not to lift with me?”
>If it wasn’t for that smirk you’d think she’s seriously offended.
“I need to blow off some steam.  I’ll see you around, ‘Bow.”
>”You KNOW I hate that name…”
“You’re damn right I know.”
>You walk away without even glancing at her, grinning to yourself.
>She LOATHES that nickname.
>Getting the last laugh is always worth it.
>In a separate room all alone, you start on the punching bags.
>No windows anywhere prevents anyone from seeing you lay into the bag.
>You’re so flustered after the bench incident that you don’t even pace yourself.
“One. One two. One two three. One two three four.”
>A solid minute of jabs leaves you completely gassed.
>…Damn it if she’s not right about you having no endurance.
“Gah.”
>You get right back into it and just start throwing various shots.
>Anything to keep your mind wondering from that butt being plastered on yo-
“DAMN IT.”
>The poor bag receives a furious punch that swings it wildly.
>You collapse on your butt onto the ground, completely spent.
>There’s so much sweat coming off of you you must look like a mess.
>A quick glance at the mirror confirms it’s as bad as it looks.
>Dash, right behind you, seems to share your sentime-
>Wait, Dash?!
>That was all you got out before she jumped on your back and forced you face down into the ground.
>She sat right on your upper back and neck area, legs pinning your shoulders.
“Rainbow what the hell?!”
>She doesn’t answer as she turns around, grabs your wrists, and with what feels like a rubber band, binds your wrists together.
>Well, this certainly escalated quickly.
>She resumes her original position and looks down on you.
>”HA.  Ten seconds flat and I got you completely pinned.  Still don’t believe me that you need some endurance training?”
“Frankly I don’t know what to believe, starting with you.”
>”Something wrong?”
“Uh yeah, everything.”
>”Like what?”
“Well for one thing you’re currently sitting on my and have my hands bound behind my back.  That seems kind of like big ol’ red flag.”
>”Oh that, this is just me getting what I want.”
“Getting what you want?”
>”Yep.”
“And what do you want?  Revenge for something? Are you seriously that upset that I called you ‘Bow?”
>”No, well yeah kinda, but mostly I just want you.”
>Your mind is running circles.
>She can’t possibly mean what you think she means.
“When you say you want me…”
>She flips you over and you note how strong she is as she sits right back down on your chest.
>”I want to bone you. Bad.”
>Welp, that’s pretty straight forward.
>You’re so exhausted at this point that you can’t even comprehend how messed up the whole situation is.
“Wha-who-whe-wh-why?”
>”I like strong guys.  I like to break em in.  It’s a rush for me.”
“So I’m like a stat to you?”
>”C’mon dude, give me more credit.  I’ve dated a few guys but they were all jerks, guess that’s more my fault. Seeing you lately and how much you’ve changed your body, I used to feel bad for how you got picked on, you seemed like a nice guy.  You manned up and took control and I really like what I see.”
“So you show your affection by ambushing me when I’m at my weakest and tying me up?  In some states, like all of them, that could be seen as rape.”
>”Hey I figured you’d like this, but if you really want me to stop…”
>It’s funny, because as she talks about stopping, she takes off her top revealing her sports bra.
>Dear God that thing must be working overtime to hold those in place.
>You’ve obviously never seen this much of Dash before.
>Never mind the immaculate chest,  but her core is stunning, absolutely toned.
>Her shoulders even have solid definition, all of this glistening with sweat.
“Oy vey…”
>”That’s what I thought.”
“I-I mean, this whole thi-“
>”Oh can it already.  I can feel your chest racing through my ass.  You couldn’t be more eager for this.”
“What is it with you and provoking me in public?  Are you looking for an audience?”
>”No one’s coming in here, I locked the door and put up a ‘closed’ sign I found.”
“You really planned this out, eh?”
>”You got that right.”
>She undoes the clasp on her bra, and the sight before you beats anything you’ve seen on the internet.
>Her breasts somehow seem larger than before, filling out completely now that they’re free.
>Combine this with the fact that this whole situation touches upon your fetish, and it almost hurts how hard you’re getting.
>Your breathing, strained as it is, has almost tripled in speed.
>”Now that’s what I’m talking about, you’re gonna get that cardio training.”
“For this being my first time, this is really setting the bar awfully high.”
>”Your first time? So you’re…”
“Yeah.”
>”Woooooow.  Seriously?”
>You nod.
>”Oooooh baby am I gonna have fun breaking you in.”
>Not sure whether to be scared or even more aroused at that idea.
>She wastes no time in lifting herself up just enough to remove her pants.
>Even if you’ve never done it before, you know the drill here.
>Thanks internet.
>Her lips are already moist, this really is a huge turn-on for her.
“I take it it’s my turn now?”
>Her response to this is to completely smother you with her crotch.
>There’s no other options at this point, so you set your tongue to work.
>Between the smell and the sensation, you’re completely overwhelmed.
>The taste is something you’d think would be unpleasant, yet you can’t stop lapping at whatever you can reach with your tongue.
>You suck and lick with strong but methodical motions.
>She’s squeezing your head so tight with her thighs that your ears are ringing.
>Dash slides back and forth over and over, barely giving you enough air.
>As amazing as this was, and as excited as you were, the lack of oxygen was causing you to see dots.
>Almost on cue, Dash releases an orgasm that threatens to drown you.
>Fluids pour from her, but she still has a vice grip on your head.
>You drink down what you can, for sexual and survival reasons.
>Dash finally lets up, and you breathe in deeply once again, gasping for air.
>She pants much like you while trying to speak.
>”Woah…I just…are you…are you sure…that was your .....first time?”
“I…I do good?”
>”Dude you’re a pro…I’ll have to get you back for that.”
>She spins around, giving you about as perfect a view of a perfect butt as you can get.
>What you’d give to feel it.
>She lowers your pants, almost flinching as your member flips out to great her.
>”Damn that was close.  Little eager back there?”
“I feel like I’m gonna burst just from you looking at it.”
>”That is adorable.  But I’m not letting you off that easy, so to speak.”
>She grips the base hard.
>It’s almost unpleasant, but then she starts using her other hand to trace up and down your shaft.
>Now it’s really starting to hurt with how bad you want to explode.
>She very lightly rubs the head, then moving to the bottom of it.
>You have no mouth and you must scream.
>Rainbow uses her ass to completely drown your grunts out.
>You try evening the score by tonguing her again, but it’s no use.
>You can’t focus, the sensation is beyond intense.
>”Man I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.  This should be fun.”
>What does she me-
>HOLY GUNGNIR OF ODIN.
>Her mouth encases you whole.
>The heat, the tongue, the lips, the everything.
>You’d been missing out on this.
>You scream into her rear, and you swear you hear her giggling.
>This must look so pathetic to be writhing under her.
>But it can’t be helped, you’re so new to this it’s not even funny.
>Some man you are.
>Her head bobs up and down, electricity threatening to shut your brain down from sensory overload.
>To hell with it, you can’t take anymore.
>You let everything go into her maw.
>Having not had release in over a day, this was by far the most surreal orgasm you’ve ever had.
>Apparently Dash couldn’t take it either, as she starts coughing and choking.
>She sits up, almost crushing you under her toned glutes.
>Not like you could move if you wanted to.
>Trying to remember your name is a chore at this point.
>”Man, you really needed that.  I was barely getting started too.  I don’t think that was 40 seconds.”
>Dash doesn’t realize you can’t hear her with her ass so firmly planted on you.
>”Oops, sorry dude.”
>She gets off and looks down at you.
>You must look like a rag doll.
>Nothing you tell your body to do seems to work, other than breathing like there’s no tomorrow.
>You can barely open your eyes.
>”Hey, you alright?”
“I…I think so…I just…I can’t….wow…”
>”No doubt about it, that really was your first time, huh?”
>You meekly nod.
“Sorry…”
>”Why?”
“Cause I…I figure you were trying to drag that out….I couldn’t take it…”
>She laughs a little.
>”Have to say, with you being so spent and limp, you look really cute.  Don’t worry about it, I probably went a litter overboard with all this.  It’s not like I’m disappointed at all.”
”Really?”
>”Yep.  Why, with a little practice you could be a machine.  But we gotta work on your endurance.”
“How?”
>”Lots and lots of practice~”
>Oh God your body is trembling at the thought.
>”Haha, easy stud. Right now you need to get some rest. Let me get you up.”
>She carefully helps you to a sitting position.
>”Holy cow…”
“Wha, what happened?”
>”The stretch band I used on your hands…it snapped!”
“It did?”
>She shows you the cord.
>Must’ve been from when you climaxed.
“I didn’t even notice.”
>”You’re a beast, this was the purple one, those don’t ever break normally.”
>Rainbow gets herself dressed and helps you up, your legs like that of a new born.
>”Easy there, I got you.”
“So are you really serious about all this?  About me?”
>She takes your cheek in her hand and kisses you.
>Nothing firm or rough, but a sweet little kiss on the lips.
>”Believe me, I’m not letting you go that easy.”
>You smile back at her.
>Looks like you got a lot of training ahead of you.

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