Sarah's Secret: Bonus Chapter

It was weeks later, after the police reports, the questions, the noise. After the endless cups of bad coffee in the station and the awkward conversations about what came next. Sarah was free, safe, living her life again.

And I was still by her side.

We were at her place—the pink house that used to make my stomach twist every time I walked past it. Tonight it felt different. Tonight it was ours. I’d been living there for a few days. It was her idea and I jumped on the opportunity. The curtains were pulled, the air warm, the low hum of the fridge the only sound between us.

She poured us both a drink, her hand brushing mine as she handed me the glass. My skin buzzed just from that tiny touch.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said softly. Her lips curved into a little smile, teasing, knowing. She blinked, long lashes fluttering. I’d known about her ‘secret’ for months now, but it still shocked me to know that it was real. I felt nervous letting my gaze trace down her body, exploring her curves. It was so hard to believe she wasn’t biologically female. And to think she’d only been a girl for a few years!

Her body was perfect. Too perfect. It almost felt wrong to look at her. Her perky breasts. The way her hips widened away from her narrow waist. 

“I’m… just glad you’re okay,” I said. My voice came out rough.

“You’re more than glad,” she said, tilting her head, watching me. “You’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” I lied.

She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the floor. “Yes, you are. You always go quiet when you’re nervous. Like at the café. Like when I teased you about liking me.” She giggled, looking down to my lips. But I remembered her face turning red when I told her I liked her. I remembered the nervousness on her face. 

I swallowed. “I do like you.”

Her eyes sparkled, heat in them now. “Show me.”

I set the glass down before I dropped it. She was inches away, close enough that I could smell her perfume. My pulse hammered. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, the same heat that had burned ever since I first saw her name on that screen, on that hacked app.

She tilted her chin up, lips parting slightly, waiting.

I kissed her.

It started soft—careful, like I was afraid she’d break. Then she kissed me back, harder, and I lost whatever control I thought I had. My hands found her waist, then her back, pulling her against me. She was warm, impossibly warm.

When we broke apart, her lips were red, her cheeks flushed. She looked into my eyes and shook her head. “That’s not what I meant,” she said. “When I said show me—I meant…” She let her gaze go down. I looked down to see bulge. Big bulge. Hard bulge. 

“That’s what I want,” I said. “Your mouth… Down there.”

I couldn’t stop grinning, blushing. “Yeah?” 

She nodded her head.

We hadn’t been intimate yet, though we’d come close a few times. After she was kidnapped, intimacy wasn’t so simple. I couldn’t blame her. I couldn’t imagine what she’d gone through in the few days she spent in that horrible basement—a captive of that horrible man. The doctors told her she needed at least a few days to heal—physically. But mentally, I knew she needed more, and I wasn’t keen to rush her. 

I didn’t want her associating me with him.

But now, I could see readiness in her eyes. I could see excitement—not fear. She wasn’t thinking about that horrible time now. She was just thinking about me. This was my chance to help her erase those bad memories.

I sank to my knees. I lifted up her short skirt, revealing her hardness. It had already escaped her panties. Her shaft was veiny… warm. So hard. I wrapped my fingers around it. My heart bounced.

This was it.

I wasn’t sure how this would go. I’d never been with a… cock before. I’d never felt one in my mouth. I didn’t know how it would taste. What it would smell like. I didn’t know how I would react to the feeling of throbbing veins. I didn’t know how I would handle the feeling of foreskin sliding back and forth against my tongue.

But I’d wanted it. 

I’d watched her videos. She knew it. I’d watched her sucking her own cock with her impressive flexibility. I’d watched her jerking off. I’d watched her bouncing on dildos, her erection slapping her stomach over and over—and the whole time, I imagined myself with her. Sucking her. Fucking her. Getting fucked by her. 

Now was my chance.

I pressed my lips around her girth. She moaned. She was so warm. I let my tongue slide around her tip. There was a slight saltiness—otherwise no taste. She moaned louder. I pushed my head down further. I sucked. I bobbed my head. She groaned. 

Her fingers gripped a handful of my hair. 

I felt like a girl as I bobbed my head. This wasn’t something I’d ever imagined myself doing until I met Sarah. It somehow seemed so emasculating, but not in a bad way. 

The sounds of her soft, feminine moaning kept me calm, reminding me that she was a girl. A beautiful girl. My dream girl.

“I’m so hard,” she groaned. It was true. She was intensely hard. The throbbing was so fierce, like her cock was going to explode in my mouth. 

I kept sucking. 

Then, she came. It didn’t take her long. Thick, gooey whiteness filled my mouth, gushing out the sides, down my chin—but I tried to keep it all in.

“Kiss me. Quickly,” she moaned, cock still sputtering. She pulled me up. Her lips found mine. We kissed. She sucked gently, accepting her own cum into her own mouth—tasting herself before spitting the cum back into mine. Then, she leaned back and said, “Swallow it, slut boy.” 

My face turned red. I swallowed the warm cum, which now tasted like her spit. She giggled. She leaned in and kissed me again. Then, she tugged me toward the couch, her fingers hooked in mine. We sank down together, bodies pressed, her hair falling around us like a curtain.

“You’re still nervous,” she teased, voice low in my ear. “I can feel it.”

“Maybe,” I said, my hand brushing her thigh. “You make me a little nervous. You just… have so many secrets.”

“And secrets make you nervous?”

I nodded my head.

She laughed softly, the sound melting me. “Good. I want you nervous. I want you to want this.”

Her lips brushed my neck, feather light, and I shivered. She kissed higher, to my jaw, then back to my mouth. Every touch was electric, every kiss hungrier than the last.

I slid my hand higher, over soft fabric, and she gasped against my lips. I squeezed her perfect breasts. 

“Careful,” she whispered. “If you keep doing that…”

“What?” I asked, my voice rough.

Her smile was wicked. “Then I’ll be ready to go all over again. And then you’re going to find out about my other secret.”

“And what’s that?”

She grinned.

I kissed her again, deeper this time, tasting the faint sweetness of wine still on her lips. Her hand slid under my shirt, nails scraping my skin just enough to make me moan.

She pulled back just long enough to whisper: “Bedroom?”

I nodded. My heart was racing, my body already on fire.

We stood, still tangled in each other, and stumbled toward the hallway, laughing, kissing, not even trying to hide how badly we wanted it.

By the time we reached her room, I was shaking from the need to touch her everywhere, to feel all of her against me, to feel her throbbing erection again. She was already hard again. The testosterone blockers clearly weren’t affecting her sex drive. She leaned against the doorway, eyes dark, lips swollen from our kissing.

“Still nervous?” she teased one last time.

“Out of my mind,” I admitted.

Her smile softened. “Good.”

And then she pulled me inside, the door closing behind us.

Her clothes hit the floor faster than I could catch my balance. Now, she was standing in front of me, naked, skin glistening with the sweat from the heat between us. Her cock stood upright, curved like a banana, tip swollen and red. “Want to know my other secret?” she purred.

“I need to know,” I said, unable to pry my eyes off of that big cock.

“I have a rare condition.”

“W—What’s that?”

“I cum really fast. I’m sure you noticed when you were sucking me. I can cum in, like… twenty seconds. Sometimes I cum when I’m just walking down the street, from my thighs rubbing my cock in my panties.” She blushed. “But I can keep cumming.”

“How much?” I asked, heart racing.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve never really counted. Maybe a dozen times on average in one go. A couple years ago I tried counting while I was masturbating. I think I came… fifteen times before I stopped counting.” 

“Fifteen times!?” I said.

She nodded, blushing. Then, as if on cue, a huge drop of cum oozed from her tip—and then another—and then cum sputtered out in a long bead, splattering the floor. “And, uh… that,” she said. “Sometimes just being aroused makes it… happen.” She covered her face with her hands. “You don’t think I’m a freak, do you?”

I shook my head.

“Good. Can you fuck me then?” She spun around and jumped onto the bed, on her hands and knees. She looked back at me with a playful grin. She giggled. I couldn’t resist. I got up behind her. I took out my cock. I was about to spit in my hand when she said, “Wait.” She looks back at me with that grin. “Use my cum.”

“For what?”

“Lube,” she said. “Put you hand around my tip. Quick. I’m about to cum from the excitement.” I thought she was exaggerating—and then I cupped her tip and felt the gushing: warm blasts into the palm of my hand. I gasped. She giggled, moaning. 

I spread her warm cum all over my cock and then I pushed into her. I started thrusting. In and out. Harder and harder. I gripped her hips, digging nails into her skin. I loved the sounds of her moaning.

She came. I heard the spattering of cum onto sheets. I leaned over to see if it was real. It was.

And it happened again a minute later: more cum splattering onto the sheets. Now there was a glistening pool forming in the crevices of the bedding. 

Another blast a minute later. She moaned louder. “God, it feels so good,” she said. The next blast shot further, way up to her pillow, even grazing her chin.

She gasped loudly, convulsing. 

Then, she fell forward and rolled over, exposing her slightly-slumping cock. In a moment, it was hard again. “Sit on it,” she said, stroking it gently. Before I sat, she came again: more cum gushing up into the air before landing on her soft tummy.

She used that cum to lubricate herself. 

I sat on her hard cock. I felt it stretching me. I felt her veins throbbing. I began to slide up and down.

And then I felt the first one: a heavy gushing inside of me. She groaned and trembled all over. I kept bouncing. “Don’t stop,” she said.

It was two minutes later when I felt the next one: more cum depositing deep inside of my body. This was all so new to me. It was so warm. So gooey. 

And it happened again two minutes later. Now, I was starting to feel like I was about to burst.

After the next creampie, I had to rise up, letting her fall out of me, letting all of that cum gush out loudly, sputtering out of my asshole and only her soft tummy. She giggled.

And we went back at it: cock back in my ass, this time with her thrusting hard into me, her balls slapping me with each deep penetration. We were both sweaty. Both covered in cum. I came a minute later, gushing onto her chest. 

She used her hands to spread it all over her breasts. 

I fell forward and we kissed. Her lips were still salty from the cum I spat into her mouth. My lips probably tasted the same. We stayed locked like that for what felt like an hour. Maybe it was an hour. I’d completely lost track of time. I didn’t want this to end. 

But I could tell she was exhausted. It had been a long few weeks. And I wasn’t blessed with the same condition as her. I couldn’t just cum over and over.

I looked around. The whole bed was soaked with cum. Our bodies were covered in strands of sticky goo. 

“It can get a bit messy,” she blushed. 

“I see that,” I said. She grabbed me, giggling. We rolled around on the bed, kissing. The sheets were cold and wet now. The spilled cum wasn’t warm anymore. It was stickier. Messier. I didn’t mind. She certainly didn’t mind. 

“I think we’re going to have fun together,” she whispered into my ear.

“I know it,” I said back.