No one had ever seen nor heard of a college girl wearing a strap on dildo under her clothes so openly brazen, so noticeably bulging, so unapologetically visible every day to school. Professors and college administrators didn't know how to respond. Classmates didn't really care, one way or the other, though it could be overheard as a regular campus topic. In the gender fluid era we now live in, one might think that this would be more common.

But this didn't appear to be a gender identity thing. Anfisa is very feminine. She looks feminine and acts feminine. The only thing about her that fit any type of masculine profile is her chest. She has a boys' chest. Flat as a board. No breasts to speak of. But her butt was divine. Feminine perfection. And she was very cute. Dimples accenting a wonderful smile. Straight, light brown hair framing her roundish face. No one perceived her as someone who was trying to pass as a boy.

The concept that Anfisa could have been male was eventually dispelled by the physical proof that her cock couldn't be real because it was the exact same huge size in any attire--pants or dress--at any time of day. That coupled with the fact that she told everyone--who asked--that it was fake. She strapped on her fake cock everyday because she liked the way it made her look and feel. She said it gave her power. Power over stereotypes; power over the boys. She could tell that she was intimidating them. Her alluring cute face, with her absolutely perfect ass drew you in. Followed by a wait-a-minute pause when your eyes gazed down to see a sizable bulge in the front of her tight blue jeans.

Anfisa was in my Biology 101 class. We ended up paired as lab partners. She flirted with me and I liked it. She'd bat her fake eyelashes and smile. There was no denying that she was very cute. Near the end of the semester, when it was getting really warm outside, she'd come to class in just a tank top sans bra. And despite the absence of any breasts whatsoever, her dark nipples were clearly visible. It was erotic. She caught me looking--okay staring--at her flat chest a number of times. She started brushing up against me and bumping into me when we were working. Sometimes, she'd talk to my face real close, purposely invading my personal space. I liked everything she was doing. Another time she was behind me reaching for a beaker above my head and her cock rubbed up against my ass. 'Oops,' was all she said. I turned beet red and looked around to see if anyone noticed.

When the term was over, I asked for her phone number. 'Maybe we could hang out sometime' was all I said. I don't even really know what I was thinking. I just knew that I kind of liked her and that she was alluring...even downright hot. We met for dinner three weeks later.

One of her comments over dinner threw me.

"It has been a long time since I have been out on date," Anfisa said.

Now there were responses to this comment--in my head--that I didn't say and then there was the one unfortunate comment that I did say--out loud--which almost ended the only date we were ever going to have.

"Maybe it's because of the bulge in your pants," which I regretted the minute it escaped my lips.

Oops.

I wish I would've chose one comment from some of the things I didn't say:

'I didn't even know this was a date.'

'If this is a date, I guess that means I'm paying the bill.'

'Will she expect me to kiss her goodnight?'

"What's wrong with having a bulge in my pants?! You have one!" Anfisa shot back.

"Err, nothing. That's not what I meant to say," I tried to retreat.

"What did you mean to say?!" She probed.

"I'm sorry. Never mind. Forget it." I was trying to end this losing conversation.

"You know, I thought I might like you. But if you are afraid of the bulge in my pants, we can't be going out on dates," she stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm not afraid. Don't think that. We are here together right now, right?" I was trying to save the night.

"You need to know that it's real. It's me. And being with me, means being with the bulge in my pants. I figured you would know that by now. You did know that, Right?!"

I nervously laughed and said, 'of course.' I wasn't sure what I just agreed to. And my mind was racing when she said it was real. Was she saying that she really does have a cock? Or does she mean the idea of having a cock is real for her? She stood up to leave.

"I expect to have pleasure the same way you do, the same way any other guy does. You knew that when you asked me out for a date, right?!" she stated so loud that the adjacent tables could hear.

"Yes, of course, of course, please sit down."

People eating around us were now staring. It was clear we weren't seeing eye-to-eye. But when Anfisa stood, their stares made their way down to her bulging crotch. Initially, I didn't care about being seen with her, but now that we were discussing her bulging crotch--loudly--in front of many other diners, I was embarrassed. She noticed I was blushing and slumping in my seat.

"If you want to be with me, we are leaving right now. If not, this date is over and don't ever call me again."

She walked out. Her perfect ass invited me to follow her. I wasn't sure what I might be getting myself into, but I still wanted to get to know her better. So, I dropped a fifty on the table, jumped up and rushed after her. I caught up with her just outside the door.

"We are going to my place," she stated.

We got into the car. She was still fired up. She lived close by so the drive was short.

Anfisa went into her kitchen, grabbed crackers & cheese, opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. I sat down at the dining room table.

"Come here. It's time to see if you really want to get to know me."

We started making out in front of the refrigerator. We were really getting into it. Anfisa put her hand directly on my crotch and felt my growing hardon. Then she guided my hand to hers, motioning for me to rub her cock. Each time I gave her a stroke, she returned the favor. After a bit, she placed both hands on my shoulders and forcefully pushed me down to my knees-right there in her kitchen--to where my face was now inches from her cock with only her jeans separating it from my mouth.

I didn't resist. Anfisa undid the button of her jeans. And just as she began to unzip her pants, she giggled and stopped. She got down on her knees next to me and french kissed me.

"You passed your first test. Congratulations. But you honestly didn't think you were going to get to see me naked, did you?" She laughed. "Let's eat and enjoy a bottle of wine."

An empty bottle and an hour later, Anfisa 'had slipped into something more comfortable.' She came out of her bedroom wearing tiny and tattered yellow denim shorts and a white ribbed tank top with subtle green trim. And her signature summer move, no bra. She held up a pair of black spandex volleyball shorts and said, 'put these on.'

What happened next is best described as frottage sex. Wearing our very limited clothes, we grinded our crotches into each other while making out. Anfisa grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands. I did the same. Her butt felt every bit as perfect as I had imagined: firm yet soft, small yet big enough. We simultaneously humped each other. At one point, she shuddered in rhythmic thrusts indicating the possibility of an orgasm.

Anfisa firmly and forcefully guided my head down to her crotch. She could be surprisingly strong considering her petite figure.

"I want you to suck my dick," she stated as if she was giving me an order.

I was so horny and she was so hot I offered no resistance and even nodded my head yes. She unzipped her yellow jean shorts and freed her rubber cock. Dang. It was at least 7 inches. I traced saliva around my lips with my tongue before taking Anfisa's rather large cock completely into my mouth.

"I can feel it when you really suck it. Make me cum. Suck my dick."

She tore off her top exposing her chest.

"Pinch my nipples! Suck my cock!"

Her body was so feminine that she looked very hot with her boyish flat chest. Yet, it was like I was sucking on a woman's cock and playing with a man's sensitive nipples. She cradled my head in her hands guiding me through my first blow job. My mouth bobbed up and down on her cock. My lips encased the shaft. And even though I wondered what difference it would make, I sucked gently with my tongue. And sure enough, she felt something. The more I sucked, the louder she moaned, showing a direct connection between her arousal and my cock sucking performance. And then it happened. She had an orgasm.

"I'm cumming, oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming," she announced.

Yup. It was an orgasm all right. The second of the night I think. Thank god she didn't squirt come into my mouth.

"That might've just been the best blowjob I have ever received!"

Well, I guess that means she obviously has had others.

"Stand up and turn around. Let's see what is going to happen to you," she said teasingly with a wide smile.

I wasn't expecting her next move. Anfisa forcefully pinned me against the wall. Every time I tried to squirm into a different position, she firmly muscled me back into the same pinned position. It was like a losing wrestler from cage fighting getting pinned in the corner of the ring. She is deceivingly strong. I was intimidated and acquiesced to her. Anfisa started humping my ass. Her cock was rubbing against my butt with only the volleyball shorts protecting me from skin-to-skin contact. When I tried to move my arms, she forcefully placed my hands stretched overhead with my palms against the wall, like I was under arrest. I lost this squirming battle so many times, I gave in and left them there, obediently submitting to her while she continued to hump my ass.

Mistake. She grasped my shorts, er her shorts and yanked them down. There was no sense in trying to resist, as she was stronger than me and just forced me back to where and how she wanted me. Her cock was now riding in the crevice of my butt crack. It was a slow grind. I was feeling very exposed while listening and hoping for her to have an orgasm to end this situation.

Nope. She placed her hands on each side of my pelvis and positioned the head of her cock at the direct bulls eye of my butt hole.

"Wait, wait!" I exclaimed.

"For what?"

"You're not actually going to fuck my ass, are you?"

"Don't worry. You'll like it. Most guys do."

"But I don't want this."

"Oh yes, yes you do. What did you think was going to happen? That you'd just keep sucking my cock? This is your next step. Relax. It'll be fun!"

"Please, please," I pleaded.

"Now that's more like it."

And with that she was in. She forcefully pushed and my tight gripping butt hole couldn't stop the intrusion. Her cock slid right into my ass.

"Please Anfisa...I...I..."

Her cock slid in even deeper. A flush went through my entire body. I started trembling, even shaking. She held my pelvis and fucked my ass while I stood there helpless with my hands overhead planted palms-down against the wall. I wasn't sure what to do with my body, so I just stood there trembling and let Anfisa fuck my ass.

Eventually, she grabbed my right arm and directed my hand to my own dick. Each time I moved my hand away, she directed it right back. Her message was clear. Anfisa expected me to beat off. I wasn't expecting how good it felt. The stroking of my penis aroused my butt fuck. Suddenly, I was close to cumming. Anfisa noticed and quickly swatted my hand away.

Now each time I worked my penis, she swatted my hand away if I was close to cumming. Her new message was clear. Anfisa didn't want to beat off to an orgasm. This happened 5 or 6 times. Confusing but massively scintillating. I was getting close to an orgasm but ended up with no hand on my dick.

Anfisa could tell I was approaching that point of no return. The moments prior to orgasm where the orgasm is approaching and there is no way to stop it. She put both hands on each of my arms moving them firmly overhead. And re-pinned me to this 'under-arrest' position. There would be no more stroking of my penis. This was because Anfisa knew something I didn't. I'd cum from just being fucked in the butt.

I was jello. Jiggling and wobbling while barely able to stand. Anfisa was having a good quad workout and loving every minute of it. She expertly fucked my ass in slow smooth thrusts that went several inches deep in tandem with almost completely pulling her cock all the way out. Then she'd drive it back up my now hungry ass before pulling it slowly back out. At each attempted exit, my butt hole would pinch down so tight it was trying to communicate, 'don't leave...where are you going...don't leave.' And with each deep thrust the sperm from my balls was slowly rising. Like an old mercury thermometer. Bit by bit the sperm climbed its way out.

I looked down at my penis. I couldn't believe I was about to cum from being fucked in the ass, without any penis stimulation, by this teasing girl and her strap on cock.

The milky white sperm started to dribble out of the tip of my penis. I was tremendously aroused and confused. I was cumming, but I wasn't shuddering or climaxing. I could see cum dribbling out and I could feel the cum oozing through my shaft but I was still at the moment where I was just about to orgasm. But, I wasn't having an orgasm.

Yet, here I was, sperming. Anfisa was fucking the cum right out of me. Each deep thrust of her cock produced another sizable dribble of sperm being freed from my body. I knew if I could get a hand on my cock, I'd have an orgasm. Another wrestling challenge was lost by me.

Anfisa continued to fuck the sperm out of my body determined to drain my balls completely dry. I kept looking down in disbelief, watching chunk after chuck of decent sized portions of sperm ooze out of my penis adding to what was now a huge load of cum on the floor. I was on the brink of orgasm but not having one. And as that wonderful feeling started to decline, I knew I was truly fucked in every sense of the word. I was horny as hell and yearning for my first orgasm with Anfisa.

My penis started to soften. The milky white oozing sperm at the tip of my penis began to look more and more clear. Anfisa had done it. She fucked an entire load of cum right out of me. And judging by the puddle on the floor, I'd never produce that much cum from an orgasm. Oh, that's right. I didn't have an orgasm.

She fucked all the energy and excitement out of my penis as well. It shrunk and hung limp in embarrassment. Yet deep in my bowels, I was sexually aroused. I shrunk equally embarrassed. I just got sexually dressed down in a manner I'd never imagined. I grabbed my clothes to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"What the hell was that?!" I exasperatedly asked.

"That? That was the best sex you've ever had!" Anfisa boasted.

How could I be so foolish? Why would anyone, let alone me, on their right mind, date a college girl who wears a strapon cock under her jeans everyday! What the hell was I thinking? And now look at me! And the very thing I wanted the most, to see Anfisa's gorgeous, most perfect ass, I still have yet to see nude.

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