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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and all characters depicted are over the age of 18.

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It was the umpteenth time Oliver had climbed the stairs. The image of Norah’s wobbly, clap-able ass hadn’t quite faded from his mind. Watching her lusciously thick booty, half-draped in those pink chiffon short-shorts, bouncing up and down as she climbed the stairs, was the only thing keeping him going. The day was hot and miserable. The midday sun felt like it was three inches from his face and he needed something to distract him from the fact that it was unbearably humid.

He didn’t know Norah, not really. She looked like the sort of girl he would’ve dreamt up if he had fallen asleep scrolling through his old Tumblr feed with Phantogram playing in the background. She was extremely cute, raven-haired with violet streaks, and an ass that inexplicably reminded him of those fluffy Japanese cheesecakes.

She was also a bit plucky and overly familiar despite being a friend of a friend. Hardly the basis of a relationship that warranted free labor.

He was still kicking himself for agreeing to this. *What sort of person asks a near stranger to help them move anyway?* Oliver could only laugh to himself as he stopped atop the stairwell, perching a box labeled *kitchen* on the flat wooden handrail. At this point, he was practically moving the woman in by himself. Truthfully, she wasn’t much help. She only complained about the heat, while carrying the smallest boxes or the occasional house plant —of which she had dozens, more house plants than a single person should own in his comment.

Oliver wiped the sweat from his eyes and gave his sweat-dampened scalp a rigorous scratch before scooping the box back into his arms.

Norah’s new apartment was so hot and humid that the walls were sweating. The air conditioning was on, but the door was propped open rendering it completely useless.

House plants were littered across the would-be living room floor and boxes were stacked in nearly every corner of the place, but Norah was nowhere to be found.

Oliver placed the box designated *kitchen,* on the breakfast bar and called out, “Norah?”

There was no answer.

He stepped around bed sheet-wrapped furniture and walked towards what he assumed was a bedroom door.

“Norah?” He asked just before turning the door knob and taking a wavering half-step passed the threshold.

He was met with a gush of welcoming cool air, and the sight of Norah’s round twerkable ass arched up high in the middle of the room. She was down on her elbows and knees. Her cheeks pointed up towards the ceiling, her knees slightly aside, and her Mary Jane adorned heels drawn together.

“SOOOO, hot…” Norah groaned, without bothering to move.

Her bed frame was only half assembled, and it looked as if she gave up before attaching the headboard, which was propped against the furthest wall, leaving the bed frame like some shoddy half-built bike ramp.

She had taken off the cropped white t-shirt she had been wearing earlier, tossing it among the tools, nuts, and bolts that were spread out around her.

He was wondering what she wearing beneath that shirt, now he could see it she was some sort of pink semi-sheer one-piece embroidered with butterflies, and ribbon lace-up details along her ribs.

“Norah, are you serious?” Oliver groaned, “you have me outside, sweating my ass off, moving your shit. While you’re in here taking a nap?”

“No,” her voice was quiet and raspy, “I was just taking a little break… and I was going to make it up to you…”

Oliver tried not to sound annoyed, “Oh, you were going to make it up to me?”

“Yeah, I figured pizza, some wings… maybe a handjob, because you’re kind of cute?”

“A handjob?” Oliver questioned, the offer was so sudden it left him stunned.

“Well… I mean… my tits aren’t big enough for you to fuck… BUT I’m not opposed to a little hot-dogging if you’d prefer…” She explained in the same hushed little rasp, as she lazily wiggled her ass.

The open apartment door, and abandoned moving truck waiting outside briefly crossed his mind. Most importantly there were still several boxes to offload. His eyes lingered on Norah’s gorgeous bubble butt, and every reasonable and responsible wondered faded from his mind. Oliver’s cock twitched awake, and he stepped towards her and knelt behind her ass.

He had wondered about Norah once or twice when he had been masturbating, but never in a million years would he have imagined a moment like this.

“Oh, butt-job it is? A man of culture I see…” Norah teased, “…but we’re all sweaty right now, wouldn’t you rather wait?”

“Now is good,” Oliver said, growing evermore enraptured with the deliciously round pair of cheeks in front of him.

Norah let out a delighted squeal the moment he pulled her ass against his lap. Like the heat-seeking missile it was, his cock sunk squarely between her meaty butt cheeks.

“Fuck, someone is excited, hmm?” Norah teased as spread her knees a little wider, wriggling her jiggly butt up and down the length of the bulge in his jeans.

“Yea,” Oliver agreed. His hand reached out and latched on to the thinning “thong-like” portion of her one-piece just above the waistband of her shorts and encouraged her to push her ass against him.

“I really enjoyed watching you carrying those BIG, heavy boxes for me,” Norah said in a soft low voice. “You make me so wet…” she added.

It only just occurred to him, that maybe Norah had an ulterior motive for asking him to help her move, “You could’ve just asked me out,” Oliver answered with a smile.

Norah let out a satisfied sigh, pressing her booty harder against his restrained cock, “You should’ve asked me out,” Norah countered.

The pressure on his dick was almost painful. He absently reached down and unzipped his jeans, and attempted to fish out his cock. The moment he pulled away, Norah whined in protest, eagerly wobbling her thick booty cheeks back against him nearly knocking his hand away.

“Geez, Norah, hold on!” he laughed, tapping his newly unrestrained dick on her bouncing ass cheek.

“Ohhhh, come on slid it in,” Norah whispered in a shy but hungry tone.

She reached back and grabbed the lower portion of her one-piece and tugged it to the side, though he couldn’t see it beyond her shorts, the visible fabric moved a couple of inches towards her hip, slipping free from the deep split in her backside.

Given her clear directions, Oliver bunched up and fist of her pink shorts and slid his cock beneath the fabric. His dick started throbbing the moment he could feel the immense heat resonating between her ass cheeks.

He pushed his cock deeper in between her smooth, plush butt cheeks. The inseam of her shorts ensured he was trapped in place as she began to twerk against him. Through the fabric of her shorts chafed him a bit, her warm sweat-slicked skin was enough to make him thrust along to shakes, swivels, and dips.

“You like fucking his booty, don’t you?” Norah tease.

“It feels amazing… it looks amazing,” Oliver answered, playing swatting one of her wobbling butt cheeks.

She gave him a satisfied moan, her face sinking towards the carpeting and her hand drifting towards the front of her little pink shorts.

Norah began breathing hard the moment she found her clit, with the addition of her hand, the space in her pink little shorts grew even more constrictive. His cock pushed deeper into her butt crack, slick with sweat, pussy juice, and his pre-cum as he slid up and down her constraining little valley. The space was tight enough he could sense when she alternated between rubbing and fingering her pussy. Her back arching as she drove herself closer to the edge, only for her to settle back down a second later. The lewd wet noises titillated his ears.

“Cum all over this juicy butt…” She teased, “cum on my ass…” She begged over and over, her words slurring and her movements becoming increasingly more frantic as she twerked against his cock.

Between the rough slippery humping and Norah’s sweet breathy voice begging for him to cum, he was nearing the edge, but Norah beat him to it.

“Oh god… I’m-I’m-I’m cumming…” She almost sounded disappointed, he thought if she intended to hold a little longer.

She was mumbling something frantic and incoherent, throwing her thick twerkable ass back in a clear effort to make him cum.

She seized up when the orgasm stuck in earnest. Her asshole began to spam, kissing up and down the length of his cock as he took over humping her cheeks.

Riding the wave of her orgasm Norah began to squirm and swivel working her ass against his cock their rhythm syncing up as he bucked against her in a sort of lust-heavy rodeo.

One headlong pitch and he felt the head of his cock briefly notch itself against her slick little entrance before the incredibly tight gooey warmth spread over half of his dick. Norah froze, he could feel her clench tightly down his dick. A long ragged whimper escaped her throat, and her thighs began to tremble.

He didn’t know if it was intentional or not but the sensation was incredible.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Oliver praised.

Perhaps he was delirious from the sun, but Norah possessed the tightest, most delicate pussy he had ever felt.

Norah’s shoulders slumped forward and she whisper-screamed a string of obscenities into the carpet.

She was too tight to properly fuck, given it was their first time together he wanted her to have a good impression. He held himself still, though his hips begged him to plunge deeper. He could feel a surge of cum waiting to flood her womb just beyond his cock slit.

“You’re so tight…” Oliver explained to excuse his diminished movement.

“So tight, baby…” Norah answered in a breathy whisper, “it’s okay… it’s okay… you take that ass,” her voice was soft and strained.

Oliver slid back smoothly, and Norah let out an unfettered —almost comically loud gasp, her head popping up as he plunged nearly his entire length back inside. He could feel her fingers rubbing against the underside of his cock but strangely, they were less defined than he would have imagined, it felt as if they were wrapped in wet spongy mittens.

He managed to plunge himself balls deep with the next thrust, drawing a prolonged whimper from Norah. The gooey wet heat enveloped the length of his cock, but the tip had run into a strange almost gritty sensation.

The feeling was too unusual for him to properly register, but the urge to cum was suddenly overwhelming. He latched onto Norah’s hip, his grip tight enough to drive the color from his knuckles, and edged back out an inch or so before sinking back with as much force as he could muster, pushing himself inward harder and back out faster, until her cheeks were thumping against his denim-clad thighs.

Norah grunted, exhaling heavily with each thrust, he could feel her trembling in his grip, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit.

He was racing to the edge, any sense of gentleness or restraint was completely absent from his mind. He forced his cock deep, fucking her with the full length of his cock until he felt her clenching his dick, a long strained moan leaking through her gritted teeth. She was cumming again, and it was all he could take.

He pulled her onto his lap, his cock spurting heavy ropes of sticky children deep inside her, aiming for her womb. It was a issue for another day, in that moment his entire being was to pump every ounce of cum he had into this woman. Norah whimpered, clinching to the carpet, her big round ass bouncing against his spurting cock as she rode him through her orgasm until finally she slid off him and they both collapsed backward on the floor beside each other.

He watched her little breasts wrapped in the sheer pink material, rising and falling as she caught her breath.

She rolled over on her hip, draping her delicate hand across his chest. Her wingtip eyeliner was a bit smeared, and her face was glossy with sweat, her mouth was agape but grinning, “so, that was hmmm, expedient?”

Oliver laughed, “I’m… sorry? but I wouldn’t worry about some sense of virtue for me… sex is fun, and I don’t judge…”

Norah let out a deep sigh through she hadn’t yet caught her breath, “Good thing I tossed my purity ring,” she grinned, “…I have a bit of a free use kink, but I have to say you’re the first to fuck me in the ass without a warning.”

“What?” Oliver answered as the realization of where his cock had been suddenly dawned on him. They only had sweat and pre-cum for lube. He had been pounding away at her asshole for minutes on end desperate to blow his load and she just let him without a single word of protest. It didn’t seem feasible.

Norah giggled, “No need for a sense of virtue, Oliver, I wasn’t kidding about the *purity* ring, I’ve had lots of practice…”

“I swear… I didn’t notice.” Oliver explained as he turned to face Norah.

Norah smirked and offered him a somewhat sarcastic sounding “okay,” before she snuggled up next to him, “…I like you…” she added with a yawn.

“I like you too,” Oliver answered patting the girl’s violet-streaked head.

“We have to clean your dick up before you stick anywhere else…” Norah said in a dreamy voice as she snuggled into the crook of his arm.

“You’re not even moved in yet,” Oliver reminded her, but Norah only yawned again offering him the slightest of shrugs.

NSFW: yes

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