Engineering Ratios

Standard disclaimer: all fiction, all over 18, has themes of non-con and reluctance but enjoyment of being submissive.

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Embarrassed by the close call with campus security, Olive knew she was in no state to stay at the university. Her hair was matted and her tank was stained with cum. She naïvely followed Matty out of the tunnel and into the afternoon sun, across College Drive and toward his apartment.

She couldn't believe he had found somewhere so close to campus- by the time she had started looking at dorms or rentals they were all full, hence her reliance on her grandmother. Matty jiggled his key in the lock then ushered her into his bachelor pad.

She wrinkled her nose at the very "boy" feel of the place, but had to admit it was adequate for the convenience. Forgetting his (many) assaults on her that day, Olive flopped onto his futon and considered how easy it would be to just chill here between classes. A hand imposing on her upper thigh snapped her back to reality. "Damn, girl, ain't you a sight for sore eyes." Matty's eyes flared with the hungry flame that Olive now knew to be lust.

She extricated herself from his grasp. "I, uh, should probably take care of... this," she gestured at her cum soaked clothes.

Matty laughed. "Yeah, totally. We don't have to be back for a few hours yet- grab a shower and I'll throw your clothes in the wash."

Olive smirked, "well well well, look who got all domestic over the summer!" Matty rolled his eyes. "Don't get used to it. But for today, I caused the mess so I should probably be part of the clean up." He paused. "This time I get to be the friend," he winked, "with benefits."

With their title on his lips, he pulled her to her feet and spun her in the direction of the bathroom.

Through the closed door, Matty heard the shower turn on. Painfully patient, he counts to thirty before easing the door open. Maybe too quickly, as Olive is just whipping the shower curtain around herself as Matty tried to sneak into the bathroom.

"Looking for another peak, you perv?" Olive's voice echoes in the steamy cubicle.

"Get over yourself, I'm just grabbing your laundry," Matty teases as picks up her clothes and dramatically closes the bathroom door. Deceptively still inside the steamy room, he leans against the counter and lingers. It takes all of his self control not to climb in with her and soap up her defiled skin. To trace the skin he had nipped. Matty wondered how her giant breasts would slip through his mitts all lathered up. Though he knows not to join her, he can't stop his hand from dropping into his shorts as he watches the latest spectacle.

Backlit by the window, Olive's busty silhouette is broadcast on the curtain. Matty stifles a moan as he watches her tits wildly bounce as she roughly shampoos her hair. He watches as her shadowed arms move downward, hands lingering as she soaps her cum-crusted tits. He worries his heavy breathing will be heard over the water as he sees her grab the shower head.

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Olive hears the door click and begins to clean. Her hair is matted with cum from Matty's tunnel tryste and her bukkake boys of the morning. Trying not to reflect too much, she scrubs violently hoping to rinse away all evidence of the indiscretions.

"Who the hell have I turned into?" Olive marvelled. She ran her hands down her neck, hesitating at the bruises blooming along her neck and collarbone from Matty's nips and nibbles. Shaking her head, she moves to soap her breasts and is startled by her own moan as her hands travel across the delicate flesh.

Instantly she is transported back to the tunnel as Matty's strong hands mauled her globes and yanked on her nipples. She moaned again and was surprised how loud her pleasure was as she pinched and tugged her peaks. Passion reignited, she greedily grabs the shower head and cranks it to the highest pressure setting.

The wand travels between her legs and the jet tickles across her upper thighs and labia. Olive wants more more more stimulation. She grinds herself against the wand, limescale be damned, and seeks her pleasure. She is momentarily distracted as she hears the door click again, but can't be bothered to discover if it's Matty coming or going. Desperate to satiate her burning passion, Olive drops the wand to where it's suspended form can still bring titilating relief. Turning away from the stream, Olive bends at the hip and feels the warm water torture her rosebud, crease, and clit. She moans at the sensations, backing closer and reaching her hands back to open her cleft to the shower's delights.

The shower head cleanses while making Olive feel dirtier than ever as she masterbates in her friend's shower. Thoughts of today exhibitions turn her on more and she knows that any more attention to her clit will send her into a blazing orgasm. Reaching forward, she pinches her clit and feels-

COLD!! Cold cold cold!

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Having excused himself for fear of losing control, Matty looks up from the freshly started washing machine as he hears the shriek.

Matty turns the corner in time to see a flushed Olive as she flies into the living room with the tiniest of hand towels to cover herself. "Shit man, what happened to the hot water? Where're my clothes? Where are all your towels? What the hell is going on?

Matty took the chance to ogle her again. "Huh, guess I havent finished unpacking everything." He said casually, moving across the room under the pretense of finding his suitcase, but his eyes remain locked on the forbidden skin exposed by the towel.

"Fuck off, Matty, help me out! He laughs and rolls his eyes. "Here, you can wear these until your clothes are clean."

Olive pulls on his thin cotton tshirt and some boxer shorts. She's swimming in the length, but her breasts stretch the top and her nipples seek acknowledgment. The boxers feel immodest as they stretch to accomodate her round ass, so she does her best to keep the large shirt concealing their fly. Olive perches on the futon, and as she tries to obscure hints of her anatomy below, the collar is tugged lower and lower making more than suggestions out of her braless breasts.

Matty is drooling, but doesnt want to scare her off. "Wanna play some video games while you wait for your clothes?"

The pair compromise on a racing game and settle onto the futon. Olive focuses on finding normalcy, settling into the rhythms of when she, Matty, and the guys would spend summers, evenings and weekends camped out in front of a similar screen in her cousin's basement.

Race after race, Olive dominated. Leaning closer toward the screen made the collar swoop, and despite the race Matty's eyes were drawn to his closer entertainment. As Olive leaned into a curve she caught a glimpse of Matty just as he caught a glimpse of her rosy areola. "So that's why he's letting me win..." she silently smirked.

Making the most of it, Olive swings her legs to be kneeling on the futon, knowing that with every lean her collar will droop and her ass will look amazing. Anything for a win, right? Matty is entranced, completely losing track of the race until Olive throws the controller down and punches the air in victory.

Her globes swing wildly, unrestrained except for the thin cotton shirt that her nipples are carving arcs through. "God, Olive, you're so beautiful." Olive freezes in place, or tries to- her tits swing like pendulums as they ride out the momentum of her celebration. "Fuck, just look at what you do to me."

Matty leaps to his feet and grabs her hand. "No really, feel what happens to me when I just sit next to you." He's standing in front of her now, pressing her hand to his groin. "Fuck, Olive, it's torture just looking at you there, all perfect. I think I'm going to burst."

Olive shifts uncomfortably where she kneels, trying to extricate her hand. "Matty, I-" he's rubbing her hand across his crotch now. "Olive, please?" His free hand moves to free himself from his belt and fly. Holding her wrist in an inescapable grip, he passes her hand into his boxers and locks it around his cock.

Olive looks around frantically, hoping for an escape. "D-d-don't you have roommates?" Her jacks her hand along his length, "not til the weekend," he begins to hump into her hand. "Are my clothes ready yet?" she looks to leave, "they will be when we're done."

Olive knows she's trapped, but she's also had a pretty good time at Matty's apartment. Not wanting to ruin their fun, and not wanting to see another fit of rage like his library insults or his hallway hulk strength, she conceeded. What harm was another blow job in his safe and quiet apartment, after her exhibition for strangers in the library this morning and their tunnel tryst?

Relenting, Olive brings her free hand forward and tugs at the elastic to release Matty's raging boner. "How is he still so horny, when I've already gotten him off twice today?" she hypocritically ponders.

Matty moans as her small, soft hands begin to move delicately of their own accord. It's the most tender they've been together, and it feels like a tease as she twists and slides along his rod.

Thinking back to tips from an old, forbidden magazine, Olive purses her lips and slurps on his head as her left hand descends to tickle and jiggle his balls. She's never felt this part of him before, unless having them slap against her chin counts, and she's mobidly fascinated. As her oral ministrations dance languidly around his cock, she gently lifts and caresses this newly discovered anatomy. Raking her nails across the delicate skin she feels Matty suddenly jerk back. She braces herself, fearing another facial. "So soon?"

"Fuck Olive, you can't just manipulate me like that!" Matty paces a second, trying to regain his composure and not be a two pump chump.

Olive is scared she did something wrong to reignite his anger, so she's caught off guard when his hulking frame descends over her.

"You're getting too good at that. Instead of my blasting all over your face in five seconds, how about I finish what you started in the shower?"

Olive is hardly able to protest, as Matty's mouth claims her own. She's not able to leave, as his mitts are glued to her breasts and his legs straddle her kneeling form. And why would she want to?

Olive leans into Matty's kiss, embracing his tenderness. His tongue invades her mouth and teases her. He gently grasps the back of her neck and lowers her to lay on the futon. Her aching knees are relieved and she mewls into his kisses as he stretches out her legs then holds himself aloft. His forearms frame her face and knees perch beside her hips, so instead of his weight all she can feel is his strong, masculine heat radiating between them. She melts as his kisses move along her jaw, and a primal part of her is delighted as he laces his fingers in her damp hair to pull her head back and to give himself access to nibble along her pulse.

"I need more of you," he growls, carefully extricating himself from above her and moving to crouch beside the futon. His lips never leaving her neck, he lifts the hem of the borrowed shirt until her chiselled collarbones and fuckable (he should know) tits are on display.

His paws move to catch the wobbling orbs, massaging them and lifting them to watch them drop. He can see Olive's breaths hitch as he tweaks the nipples and stretches them to the ceiling. Olive moves to swat him away, but he catches her hands in one of his and holds them aloft. His mouth moves to taste, nip and suckle at her breasts, and it curves in a smirk at her responsiveness. Olive is lost in the attention, arching her back to be closer to him, needing more. His warm breath and stubble tickle across her abdomen as he scatters kisses along her ribs. She shrieks but can't jump when he buries his tongue in her navel and nips along her hips.

Matty releases Olive's hands and yanks down the borrowed boxers in one motion. Olive moves to stop him, but his strength overpowers her.

"God, Olive, don't you think it's time I returned the favor? Your mouth feels so good, let me taste and spoil your pussy. We both know you spent enough time 'cleaning' it.

Olive sits up again, "so you were spying on me!" But her attempts to rise are squashed by the two mitts back on her breasts, and her leg is pinned to the back of the futon by the hulking classmate who's face was now desending into her snatch.

Olive tries to enjoy Matty's attention, but she's too self-conscious. Thoughts of "What do I smell like?" "Is he going to think I taste weird?" "Should I have shaved or waxed or something?" raced theough her virgin mind as she twisted her hips to feel "right" as his mouth licked and lapped and sought her pleasure.

As she squirmed, she started to pull away. "Matty, I don't know about this" he grabbed her hips and held her in place. "I can't imagine that you're enjoying yourself," he nuzzled and licked along her crease. She tried shuffling again, "Matty, I-"

"Fuck, Olive, I'm doing something nice for you. Most girls would give their left ovary to have a guy volunteer to go down on them. Do I need to muzzle you or some shit so I can make you enjoy this quietly?"

He moves to resume his ministrations, but Olive has her hamds barring her entrance. "Matty, I'm just not-"

"Is this about being demure or some shit? It's not like you're shy- I've known you for five years and have seen the rest of your body multiple times today."

"But Matty-" "Nope, a gag it is. Maybe then you'll be distracted enough to actually enjoy this." Olive refused to acknowledge the fire in the pit of her stomach that ignited as Matty dominated her and took control.

He moved to stand up and she wondered why he'd have something as kinky as a gag lying around when he hadn't bothered to even unpack towels yet. To her surprised, it was his cock she found pressing against her lips.

"Gobble up girlie, we'll see who can get the other there first!" Olive was trapped as Matty straddled her face and lowered his sizeable dick into her mouth. Alarmed but appreciating the distraction, Olive resumed the earlier blowjob. She couldn't believe the difference the new angle made as Matty's rod slid smoothly to the back of her throat. She began to bob her head and suck, thinking, "this angle is amaaaaaaaAAAAA-"

Matty had resumed his own oral ministrations. With Olive effectively pinned, he used one arm to brace himself and the other to stretch apart her pussy lips. He marvelled at her stretchy flaps as he tugged on the left, then the right, then splayed them out of the way of his tongue. He descended like a starved man, roughly scraping his stubble across her delicate and downy flesh as he burrowed his tongue into her crease.

Feeling her hips buck against his face only fueled him, and he pressed his chin against her clit as he began pumping his own hips and feeding his cock into her hungry, wanton throat.

The characteristic, "glug glug glug" of Olive choking on his dick urged him onward, determined that he would make her come before she swallowed his impending release.

Creeping his meaty fingers inward, he boldly plunged one into Olive's displayed honeypot.

"Ow! Fuck, slow down Matty" Olive extricated his cock from her throat and twisted her head to the side. "I've never had anything bigger than a tampon up there!"

Matty slows, remembering who he's dealing with. More importantly, WHAT he's dealing with. That tampon comment could only mean one thing. Matty tensed as he felt Olive's mouth return to his rod, scheming to save his release.

His head ducked back to Olive's core, heeding her admonition. He licked his finger, then began to delicately trace around her entrance. Alternating between his wet finger and dripping mouth, he traced up and down her nether lips and watched as her nectar beaded in anticipation. Ever so slowly, he began to lap at her distended clit, encouraged by the urgent and hungry gyrations of her hips pressing up into his mouth.

Needing no further encouragement, he began to suck her clit and ease his finger back inside. Honouring her virgin status, he carefully pushed side to side, tracing against every inch of her entrance and canal to stretch her.

Olive moaned around Matty's dick, still periodicially licking and lapping, but mostly focussed on the large finger working past her virginal tissue. Her breathing hitched as his suction on her clit increased and she shuddered as she felt his hand palming her sex. Was his whole sausage of a finger inside her?

Olive began to panic, trying to sit up and see, but Matty's hips resumed their mouth fucking to keep her occupied. He casually withdrew his middle finger then slowly eased it completely back in. When he repeated this penetration, there was no denying that Olive's hips were rising to meet him.

Now covered in her arousal, Matty doubled his index finger with his middle and tested the waters. Another moan vibrated around his dick and he had to hold his breath to avoid cumming, but Olive didn't protest as two digits entered her inner sanctum.

Speeding up, Matty began to pump both fingers in and out of her snatch, lapping at her clit and delighting in the wet sucking sound as her vagina fought to hug and hold him inside. "Damn, this is a tight pussy," he marvelled as he roughly fingered the writhing virgin. Olive's hips bounced so wildly to meet his hand, there was no way Matty could keep up the 69-pretense any longer.

"You like that? I bet you do, you little cock tease. Lying there naked in my living room, swallowing my dick and creaming on my hand? You dirty girl, you like being my little play thing," Olive's moans were almost as loud as his taunting as she slurped his dick and he squelched his fingers in and out of her twat.

"I'm going to make you cum, you dirty girl. I'm going to make you cum so much harder than any shower could. Do you think you deserve to cum?"

Olive moaned and nodded her head, never losing the vacuum seal her lips held on his rod.

"I can't hear you- I think you need to ask more politely," Matty taunted, ramming his fingers deeper in sync with his dick jabbing against the back of her throat.

"please!" It was so garbled around his pounding, but he loved to hear her beg. "Please!"she moaned around his raging dick. "PLEASE!" she screamed as he plunged his fingers roughly into her and strummed her clit with his thumb.

A wave of sensations crashed over her and Olive lost all sense of herself as her body wildly bucked. She thrust her pelvis upwards to glue herself to his hands, her back arched and her breasts heaved. Her head lolled to the side and his rod bounced against her cheek as she fought for breath while riding her strongest orgasm ever.

Seeing her lost in bliss, Matty saw his chance to extricate himself.

Riding the waves of pleasure was beyond any other orgasm, but Olive snapped back to reality as she felt Matty begin to turn and shift over her. "What do you think youre doing?"

"Oh come on, dont be a priss. I got your rocks off, now you're going to be a greedy bitch and blue ball me?!"

Matty's rage was beginning to show again. And he was right- he HAD given her a pretty solid orgasm. Could his cock be much different than the fingers he had snuck up there?

"Matty, I'm a virgin. If you do this, I don't get to go back. Until today, I'd never even seen a penis outside of porn. Can't I just have a minute to catch up?"

He covered her mouth with his, enveloping her with a slow and sensual kiss. He slides his hands up her waist, cupping her perky cups on the way by. His kisses deepen as he slides his strong hands down her arms, interlacing his fingers with hers. Olive moans into his mouth, relieved that she has been heard and his anger has turned back to tenderness. She allows herself to relax into his touch and her tongue dances around his.