Under an Amorous Spotlight

Ava pulled down Brooke’s pants, and she wiggled side to side to help her. The glowing thing between her legs didn’t get in the way, oddly enough. The fabric passed through it, unimpeded. Convenient.

Ava paused, stunned by the sight of Brooke laid out across her bed, wearing only her panties, and with a twelve-inch cock sticking into the air.

Oh my god. I want it so bad. Ava hadn’t planned on taking things this far, had only intended to use her mouth and hands, but was it a surprise that initial intent had disappeared as soon as Ava had gotten a taste—both literally and figuratively—of her best friend?

Ava’s fingers hooked around Brooke’s panties, and Brooke lifted her hips up, letting Ava slide those down, next.

And so Brooke was naked.

Ready to be fucked.

Ava’s hands shook as her shrugged her own pants off, then her underwear. It was a bit amusing, she admitted somewhere in the back of her mind, how insanely frustrated she was they didn’t just disappear—that she was delayed even by the few seconds it took to yank her clothes off.

Brooke watched with her own stunned expression, mirroring Ava’s. I’m naked in front of her, Ava realized. Her heart felt like it was going to come out of her throat. And … and she’s going to be inside me, soon.

Ava didn’t think she’d ever been this wet. She was literally pulsing with need—painfully. She was panting just kneeling there.

She shuffled across the bed, sitting down on Brooke’s thighs. She pressed Brooke’s cock into her stomach, her eyes widening at how it went up to her belly button—past it.

“You’re going to make me take this thing?” Ava asked breathlessly.

“You can make it smaller,” Brooke said, despite the fact her eyes had glazed over at the sight, at seeing just how thoroughly she’d be stuffing Ava, should this monster go into her. It’d been a request she’d offered out of consideration, not because she wanted it to be smaller.

Ava pretended to think about it. She rubbed her hand up and down Brooke’s cock, pressing it into Ava’s stomach. “Mmm,” Ava said, staring wonderingly down at the member scalding against her. “No, I don’t think so. You’ll just have to go slow. It’s really big.”

“Do we need a condom?”

Honestly, Ava had no clue. The cum was real enough, not half as fake-looking as the glowing cock, but actual viscous, sticky white material. Tasted real, too. So while Ava wasn’t sure whether it served a biological purpose, it very well could.

Brooke could … get her pregnant. Breed her.

Unfortunately, the idea thrilled through her. Not a safe thing to be excited by, was it?

But, fuck. She wanted Brooke to cum in her. She wanted to feel it splashing into her insides, stuffing her womb with her sticky load. Ava swallowed, just imagining it.

And I won’t have to imagine it.

It would be happening. Soon.

“No, we’re fine, probably,” Ava said, a lot more confident than she felt. “I’ll … figure something else out afterward, just in case.”

Brooke let a shaky breath loose, probably at the implication that she got to empty herself straight into Ava—that Ava hadn’t even told her to pull out when she got close.

Ava scooted forward, so that she had her pussy pressed into Brooke’s shaft. She rubbed her pelvis up and down it, sandwiching Brooke’s cock onto her stomach and spreading Ava’s wetness around—which mixed with the saliva from Ava’s throat, which Brooke’s member already glistened with.

“Come on, stop being shy,” Ava teased. She guided Brooke’s hands to her hips. “You’re about to be inside me, Brooke.”

Brooke’s blush deepened, and Ava hoped joking around wasn’t flaring up any insecurities of hers—Ava was just trying to break the tension.

It worked. The words emboldened Brooke. Her hands left Ava’s hips and quested up. They cupped Ava’s breasts, and Brooke rubbed her thumbs into her nipples, flicking and playing with them. She cupped Ava, squeezing her, staring admiringly, and red-faced, at her chest, lips parting as she panted in excitement. Ava shivered under her attention. She kept rubbing her lower half into Brooke’s cock, unable to stop if she wanted to—the pounding between her legs needed satisfying.

In fact, Ava had delayed things enough.

Her hands went to Brooke’s stomach to support herself, and she pushed her hips up, making space. Brooke reacted instantly—her hand went to her cock, lining it up between Ava’s legs. She slid her cock head against Ava’s pussy, spreading her lips apart.

She’s about to be inside me. Brooke. Brooke’s cock is about to be inside me.

Ava’s stomach clenched in need, and she lowered herself down.

Then it was in.

She groaned at the sensation, at the feeling of being torn apart by something so huge. Maybe she should’ve taken Brooke’s offer—made it smaller. Then again, there wasn’t a chance in the world. It was so amazing. Brooke’s cock split her in two, and the pain coursed through her, delightful, Ava shuddering in pleasure.

Ava slid down, inch by inch, her hand on her stomach—and tracing Brooke’s cock as it slid up her flat stomach, protruding just the smallest amount. Her ass hit Brooke’s thighs, and Ava’s entire body shook with the sensation. She couldn’t believe how full she was.

“Wow,” Ava breathed.

Brooke’s hand went to Ava’s stomach, feeling the just-noticeable bump. “That doesn’t … hurt?” Brooke asked shakily.

“It’s amazing.” Her status as a superhero was definitely helping, the durability afforded by her powers. Ava’s hips went up, then slapped back down. It extracted a groan from both of them. “Fuck, your cock is so good, Brooke.”

Brooke swallowed. Her hands went back to Ava’s hips. She was visibly restraining herself from letting go.

Ava wanted her to let go.

“Are you going to fuck me, or not?” Ava asked.

It broke the floodgates.

Brooke’s hips slapped upward, bouncing the bed with her forcefulness. Ava gasped. Her goading had worked too well, even.

She collapsed forward against Brooke’s body, and they started desperately jerking against each other. Brooke’s hands went to Ava’s ass, gripping it tightly as the bed creaked with her forceful thrusting. Ava’s own hips slapped up and down, getting Brooke just a bit deeper with every impact.

“Fuck. Fuck. S-So much.” Ava was coming apart under Brooke’s efforts. It’d barely started, and already she felt fire building in her core. She wasn’t going to come first, was she? “It feels so good,” Ava whined, burying her head into the bed next to Brooke. “Fuck, why do you feel so good?”

Brooke didn’t even seem to hear her. Her motions were becoming frantic. She thrusted into Ava with a desperation that Ava’s own humping didn’t even match. The ecstasy of the moment wasn’t one-sided. Brooke grunted and pistoned, sinking herself into Ava with loud claps of flesh. Ava cried out with each thrust.

The fire growing in her core couldn’t be fought off. Brooke pumping her huge cock into Ava, cramming her so insanely full with each violent jerk of her hips, was too much. And the sounds she was making—the groans and grunts Ava’s pussy was pulling from Brooke’s lips—only made the burning sensation harder to resist.

Ava started to shake, the fire crystallizing, then spreading.

Fuck, she was coming first. And so fast. Was that embarrassing? She didn’t care. At least with Brooke, she didn’t need to worry about something like that. Ava could admit, even more than Brooke’s giant cock, it was because it was Brooke fucking her that Ava had falling apart so quickly.

“C-Cumming,” Ava moaned into Brooke’s ear. “T-Too good.”

Maybe it was the words, the feeling of Ava’s pussy clamping down on Brooke, or the mental stimulation of knowing Ava was climaxing atop Brooke—but Brooke followed a few seconds after, coming just as fast as Ava. Her thrusting stopped, all at once, and she strained her hips upward, sheathing herself as deep as she could.

Brooke’s cock swelled inside Ava, and an intense, elongated moment later, she let go. Rope after rope of thick cum splattered into Ava. She cried out on top of Brooke, shaking as she felt the heat of Brooke’s release spread through her. It was incredible. It was everything she’d imagined—Brooke, her best friend, filling her up. Breeding her. Brooke pumped her hot seed into Ava, coating her walls, and Ava squeezed tight around Brooke's cock, her mind going white, the entire world melting.

Until finally, she came down.

Ava lay there for a long while, pressed into Brooke, and twitching with the aftermath of her climax. Brooke stayed inside her, panting, stroking Ava's hair even while her seed dripped from her pussy, spilling between her thighs and onto Brooke's, into the bedsheets. She'd pumped so much into Ava. An insane amount. She must have enjoyed it.

"That was nice," Ava murmured. Getting the words out took some effort. Stringing them together. Her brain wasn't working.

“Nice,” Brooke echoed. “It was … yeah.”

Ava smiled into the bedsheets. I think I would’ve been mad if she was eloquent.

Eventually, she felt Brooke start to soften inside her, and Ava figured it was time to come back to her senses. She rolled sideways, off of Brooke’s body, and into the sheets. Brooke’s dick slipped from her, a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. Ava had thought with how much cum had already escaped her, she had to be empty—but at Brooke no longer stuffing her full, it poured out in torrents.

“Did you have to make such a mess?” Ava asked, snuggling into Brooke, whose arms wrapped instinctively around her.

“It’s my bed, isn’t it?” Brooke said dryly.

Ava paused. “Right. Um. Sorry?”

“I think it was worth it.”

Ava snorted.

The two of them basked in the afterglow. The sex had been mindblowing, literally taking Ava apart, piece by piece, but somehow, this—Ava cuddled up to Brooke, enjoying her warmth—was just as good. Better? In a different kind of way. She hadn’t even realized how much she wanted to be held by Brooke.

“So,” Brooke said. “Does this mean … are we … ?” Brooke cut off, taking a deep, shaky breath. Ava’s eyes opened—she was captured by Brooke’s intense green gaze. “Can I take you on a date, Aves?”

Ava froze.

At her reaction, Brooke tensed, too. “Shit, I thought—you don’t—“

“Yes!” Brooke’s growing panic dragged Ava’s exclamation out, regardless of how stunned she’d been by the request. “Yes. Yes. Please. I’d like that.”

A long, frozen moment. Brooke relaxed. “Oh. Okay. Uh, cool.”

“Cool,” Ava repeated.

Another awkward silence.

“Where?” Ava asked.

“Um. I don’t know? I just … asked.”

“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy.” Brooke could set up a picnic next to the dumpster outside, and Ava would be ecstatic.

She couldn’t believe this had turned out this way. Ava had thought—she didn’t know. Did this mean Brooke liked her?

The answer seemed obvious, but Ava was slow to accept it. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“Anywhere you want,” Ava mumbled, snuggling back in. “With you, it really doesn’t matter.”