Though unaware of it, Diana is the perfect dickgirl specimen. Admirers have been few and far between in the countryside where she has lived and worked on her mother's farm her entire life, but that is about to change now that she has turned 18 and rented an apartment in the city.
An episodic story with short chapters, featuring Diana hooking up with countless boys and girls.
With a sigh, Diana took a seat on the creaky wooden bench and gazed out the window. The setting sun cast an orange glow on the cornfield on which she had spent countless hours of her life. Part of her wished to keep working out there a while longer, but she had decided to move on to greater things in life, as proven by the stuffed suitcases lining the hallway. For 18 years this farm had been her home, but tomorrow it no longer would be.
She turned back to the kitchen and ran her gaze across the rustic decor: the off-white wallpaper with its intricate floral patterns; the knitted tablecloths that her dear mama had spent so much time on, covering every table and cabinet; the ceramics on display in old glass cabinets, some of which Diana had made herself; and the 1800s memorabilia on the walls. So many memories. It almost brought a tear to her eye. This wouldn’t be the last time she saw it, but it would never be the same.
If left to stew in her emotions, she may well have cried, but the doorbell rang, so she went to answer. She wasn’t expecting anyone, nor had her mother mentioned visitors, and while she wished she could have reminisced alone, she would not ignore a guest. She had been raised better than that.
She opened the door, thinking nothing of it, but immediately became self-conscious upon seeing the visitor. It was Andy, the only child of the one family that lived close enough to be considered neighbors. They were far wealthier than Diana and her mother, and their farm far more modernized, with manual labor hardly required. Diana had seen it firsthand the few times she had visited. She figured all that machinery was the reason for Andy’s appearance, and that the lack of which was the reason for her own.
At six foot three, Diana estimated herself at least a foot taller than Andy, and probably twice as heavy. She didn’t know what was considered a muscular woman among amateurs, but she considered herself in reasonably good shape. Aside from her work in the fields, much of her time had been dedicated to utilizing her mother’s old, rickety gym equipment in the garage. As a little girl, the training had been an attempt at catching up to her mother’s impressive strength, but in time it turned into her greatest interest. It was also a good way of balancing out her voracious appetite. That said, she always had to be careful to keep her soft padding of fat at a healthy level; her abs were just barely distinguishable, and that’s how she wanted them to stay. She could have done without the cow tits she had inherited from her mother, but alas.
Then there was Andy. A boy, he was, but barely, despite being older. He was thin all over, in bone and muscle, yet had a softness to him. His skin was hairless and baby-smooth, with a slightly tan complexion. He clearly enjoyed showing it too, judging by his red crop top and a pair of frayed daisy dukes just like Diana’s. A cowboy hat sat atop his messy, dark hair, which enhanced how adorable his face was. His big hazel eyes peered at Diana under the rim, and his pretty lips seemed to have a pout to them, as if he was upset.
“O-oh, howdy, Andy,” Diana stammered.
“Hi.”
“What brings you here?”
Andy hung his head, his hat obscuring his face. “I heard you were moving.”
“That’s right. Leavin’ first thing in the mornin’.”
“I see.”
Diana studied Andy in silence for a moment. “What about it? Ya come to say goodbye?”
“I guess, but…”
“But?”
Andy looked up again. “Could I come inside for a bit?”
Diana’s heart raced. She had never really had a conversation with Andy beyond basic pleasantries, which had always felt a bit awkward. From her point of view it wasn’t hard to see the reason why, considering how cute Andy was. Diana had even masturbated to the thought of him. So the idea of the two of them alone in her home for the first time ever was understandably nerve-wracking. But also very thrilling. But some part of Diana still viewed Andy as the same innocent boy he had been before, and she knew she had to treat him accordingly.
“S-sure thang!” she said and held the door wide open. “Make yourself right at home, darlin’.” Andy stepped past her, smiling and tipping his hat, and her heart swelled up a millimeter short of bursting.
“Wow,” Andy said. “I haven’t been here in so long. I forgot how pretty it is.”
“Has its charm, I s’pose. Nothin’ compared to your folks’ place.”
Andy scoffed. “Our house is nice, but it’s lost something. This is that warm, quintessential farmhouse.”
“Quinten-sensual?”
Andy smiled. “Never mind. It’s nice, is all. Although I don’t think I’ve ever seen your room. Could you show me? Or is everything taken down and packed up?”
Diana’s heart received no rest. An hour had passed since her sweaty packing session was done, but now the sweat came back with full force. Of course she wanted to show Andy her room. She just didn’t know if her body could react as innocently as her mind tried to insist. And boy, did she wish she had showered.
She cleared her throat. “Nah, I can show you alright. Mama wanted to keep it mostly as is. She’s sentimental. I only packed the important stuff.” Diana went for the stairs. “Follow me.”
“Right behind you!”
She prayed that Andy didn’t notice the trail of musk she most certainly left in her wake as they went upstairs. Although he would probably notice it one way or the other, unless she could somehow flick a switch to cool herself. Fat chance of that with Andy around. In her bedroom, no less. But surely this was all platonic. If only Diana’s body could understand that.
They approached the end of the upstairs hallway, where Diana thankfully remembered her manners, holding her bedroom door open. “After you.”
“Gee, what a gentle-woman,” Andy said and entered.
Diana followed, closing the door. She stood quietly beside Andy as his eyes darted around. Though Diana loved the bedroom, she still felt embarrassed. She knew he was used to a higher standard than this. A higher standard than the century-old crooked, white-painted planks that made up the walls; the raw wooden beams of the triangular ceiling; the green-and-brown checkered bed cover her mother had knitted; the crooked vintage desk and cabinets. But worst of all were the clunky CRT TV and VHS-player.
“Oh my god,” Andy said. “I love it.”
Although unsure of his sincerity, Diana still suppressed a smile. “What’s to love? Just an ol’ bedroom.”
“‘What’s to love’? How about everything? It’s got so much character!”
She watched as Andy approached the far side of the room, inspecting the figurines, books and paintings on the shelves. It wasn’t as embarrassing as the room’s crude construction, but it felt strange to have Andy peek into her interests for the first time. He seemed especially fixated on an old painting of a heroic cowgirl, cracking a whip as two revolver-wielding bandits fled, and a tin figurine of a heavyset woman deadlifting. When he began reading the spines of her books, many of which were old powerlifting classics, Diana felt the need to say something.
“I’m, uh… a bit of a geek when it comes to liftin’ and that sort o’ stuff. Bit weird, I know.”
“Not weird at all.” Andy sauntered over to her. “It’s admirable. I mean… Look at you. Even though I’m two years older, you’ve always been stronger and taller.”
Diana’s heart pounded again as Andy drew closer. “W-well, that don’t necessarily mean nothin’. I always respected you as my elder.”
“A girly boy like me, with these little twig-arms? Strong and humble, you are.”
“Andy… Arm size ain’t everythin’.”
“No, but it’s something. I always wondered how big your biceps are. Do you know?”
“I don’t. Ain’t measured in a long time. Mostly worryin’ about liftin’ heavy.”
“Do you have a measuring tape?”
“Y-yeah, somewhere,” Diana said and headed for her desk. She rifled through a cluttered drawer, and sure enough, there it was. She grabbed it, realizing just then that she was about to have her arm measured by none other than Andy. But there was nothing inappropriate about that, was there?
“Found it?”
“I did.” She returned to Andy and gave him the measuring tape. “You, uh, wanna do the honor?” Shit, was this considered flirting?
“I’d love to,” Andy replied, snatching the measuring tape. “Let’s sit on your bed so I can reach properly.”
“Oh. Uh, sure.” And so they did, hip to hip, the green-and-brown checkered pattern distorting as they sank down on the edge. Diana flexed her bicep and Andy slithered the tape around it. That’s when she realized that her unshaved puff of blonde pit-hair was on full display, and that its musk was unmistakable. But what was she supposed to do? Excuse herself to the bathroom and make Andy wait? Maybe it was better to just hope that he didn’t mind.
Andy stared at the snug tape. “17.3 inches. That’s… Wow.”
“Is that good?”
“I mean, I’m hardly an expert, but I think that’s pretty good for a man, let alone a woman.”
“Well, I ain’t exactly yer regular type o’ woman.” Shit, shit, shit! Diana thought. She needed to shut up.
Andy gave her a curious look. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I just… look different, ya know?”
Andy began fidgeting slightly. “Diana, I really regret not getting to know you better over the years. I always admired you from the shadows. Sometimes it made me jealous to see people flocking around you at barn dances and such, but I realized that I was jealous of them, not you. I just didn’t have the courage to talk to you.”
“Oh,” Diana blurted, stunned with joy, but unable to recall ever having been flocked.
“But I think I figured something out about you. When you say you’re not a regular type of woman, I think I know what you mean.”
“R-really, now?”
“Yeah.” Andy put his hand on Diana’s thigh. “And I would love to confirm it.”
Diana’s jaw dropped. No way. He was touching her. And not in a platonic way. In fact, he was moving his hand closer to… Did he really know?
She sighed. “Alright then,” she said, parting her legs and tugging on her daisy dukes to put some slack in their front. Her package came untucked, filling out the denim pouch instantly, in a way that was equally physically satisfying as it was embarrassing to display.
“Jesus Christ…”
Diana blushed. “How did you know?”
Andy cupped her cheek. “I’ve seen you reach down to adjust down there while taking those awkward side steps plenty of times. Well, that, and you’re a big girl. In a good way.”
“Andy…” Diana purred, putting her hand on his.
“And if that wasn’t enough, you’re beautiful as well. I mean, look at you. This strong jaw… Maybe not something most girls want, but something tells me that doesn’t apply to you.” He rubbed his thumb under Diana’s eye. “And these big cheekbones. These freckles that cross over your nose. These crystal-blue eyes. And these big, kissable lips…”
Diana lost her inhibition as Andy leaned closer. She pulled him in for a loving, passionate kiss, mashing their lips together, forgetting her usual worries about how her first-ever kiss might go, and just focusing on kissing, all while Andy rubbed her bulge.
Andy ended the kiss after a while, an expectant look on his face. “Please… Can I?”
Diana saw his fingers on her fly. “G-go ahead.”
Andy smiled and pulled at the zipper. It struggled around the bulge, as it always did, but he kept going until it was all the way down. The only thing left in the way was Diana’s white cotton brief panties, lightly stained with sweat along the waistband and inner thighs. Diana cursed herself, both for the sweat and for not owning a sexier pair. She raised her hips to help Andy pull them down, revealing her bush of blonde pubes first, then the base of her semi-erect cock. She heard Andy breathing hard as more came into view, until her shaft sprang out with such force that it slung her balls out as well. They slid down onto the bed, while her cock grew to its full size, pointing right at Andy’s shocked face.
“It’s huge…” he said.
“Ya think?”
“Well, obviously! And it’s so musky…”
“Sorry, darlin’. Ain’t had time to shower.”
Andy stared at her with disbelief. “You have this monster and you’re apologizing? I should be apologizing.”
“How’s that?”
“I-I don’t know. I just feel so… inferior. But in a good way.”
“That don’t make no—”
“Can I measure it?” Andy interrupted.
Diana’s cock throbbed. “Sure, I s’pose.” She sat back as Andy’s shaky hands lined the measuring tape up from pubic bone to tip.
Andy’s eyes bulged. “Holy fucking shit. Twelve inches on the dot.”
Language, some part of Diana thought, but her mama’s teachings seemed unimportant now. “Is that good?”
“You have a footlong cock and you’re asking me if that’s good? Really?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
Andy knelt down on the floor. “Let me check the girth too.”
Although he was just measuring for now, Diana knew what it meant to have someone between her legs with her cock out. Surely Andy wouldn’t be satisfied with just a kiss. After all, he had asked to see her cock.
“Seven and a half inches… I can’t believe it. This could literally be the biggest dick in the world.” His eyes went lower. “And… Oh my god… Your balls.” He cupped both balls in one little hand, nearly covering his entire palm from wrist to fingertips. For a while he seemed content with just fondling and staring, until he leaned forward, putting his nose to Diana’s balls and taking a long, deep breath as he moved up the shaft, then looked at Diana with begging eyes.
“Andy…” she moaned. “Suck it, please…” Andy smiled at her, then came forward with his lips against the tip of Diana’s cock, fully covering the small surface of the head that her huge foreskin couldn’t quite reach around in her erect state. Diana felt the electrifying pleasure of his tongue lapping against her precum-spewing urethra as she stared in disbelief, both because she was about to receive her first ever blowjob and because she realized that Andy’s assertion of her size might be true, at least compared to a small boy like him. His face looked several inches shorter than her cock, with a glans as thick as a peach in front of his mouth. How could he ever suck her off like that? Then came his hands, one cupping her balls with great struggle, while the other grabbed her sweat-slick shaft, leaving a good third of her girth exposed between his thumb and middle finger. She throbbed at his touch and tip-sucking lips, and her pulsating dorsal vein on top actually looked similar in size to one of his fingers.
Diana’s focus shifted entirely to the sensation at hand as Andy slowly pulled down her foreskin, still licking her slit. She could see the day’s accumulated oily residue on the exposed head, and could smell it too. The shame of it made her recoil slightly, but it soothed her to see Andy pausing his sucking for a moment to take a big whiff that made his eyes roll back. Then he dove deeper, slowly stretching his lips impossibly wide as he took more of Diana’s apparently huge head in. He held eye contact with her as he did so, and Diana could see his submission from deep within his soul. The wet warmth and tightness was unbelievable, and Diana’s dignity couldn’t stop the bestial bellows of ecstasy that poured out of her.
“Oh, f-fuck,” she stammered, the feeling so intense that it cracked her hesitation to curse. She watched with amazement as Andy pushed forward with utter determination. His teeth raked her slightly, but she didn’t mind at all. At last his lips came around her entire head in a ridiculous O-shape, his jaw looking about to snap, and Diana could tell from the way he looked at her that he was struggling to stay like that. “Don’t push yourself, sweetheart,” she said, running her hand through his dark hair.
Andy pulled back, making Diana think he was going to take a break, but no. His lips did not come all the way off her cock before he leaned into it again, slurping at her fat, smooth head like a meaty lollipop flavored with her secretions. Diana gasped in shock and pleasure, her body nearly falling back on the bed as her shaky arms tried to hold her up, their every muscle clenched hard and her fingers clawing at her bed cover.
It went on like that for less than a minute, Andy’s expression growing more confident as he sucked Diana’s cock. She fell back onto her elbows at some point, dazed and drooling as she stared at the ceiling, her cock throbbing harder suddenly. She mumbled something about cumming. And that’s when Andy stopped.
Diana looked up, panting. “Wuh-why didya stop?”
Andy stood up. “I’ve dreamed of this moment. But I want it someplace else.” He dropped his daisy dukes and underwear without hesitation, showing his very thin but very feminine curves, and a penis and testicles that were fittingly tiny and smooth. Andy climbed atop the bed and straddled Diana on his knees. “Would that be okay? I already lubed myself up at home.”
The confession took Diana completely by surprise, but also turned her on more than ever. “O-of course. If you don’t mind that it’s my first time…”
“Even better.” Andy reached down to hold Diana’s cock up straight as he lowered himself.
As Diana felt the tip of her cock push against Andy’s slick asshole, she just sat there like an idiot, her mouth gaping. Andy embraced her once her cock was firmly lined up, putting his chin on her shoulder, then sat down. The pleasure was dizzying as Andy’s absurdly tight asshole swallowed Diana’s cock, in a slow struggle despite his slippery insides. He whimpered slightly, and she held him in her powerful arms to ensure that he didn’t descend too quickly, but pushed him down just enough to also ensure that he continued to descend.
“You’re so big,” Andy moaned in her ear.
“You’re so… tight,” Diana replied, slurring the words. A moment after, she had Andy sitting in her lap, her cock fully embedded in him. They looked at each other in a moment that Diana found both exhilarating and awkward.
“Please fuck me,” Andy begged.
His words were like a command to Diana. Every muscle in her legs, hips and core flexed hard, lifting Andy up as she thrust off the bed. He gasped, and so did she, and then she went on autopilot. Because she was seated with her arms around Andy, she had little leverage to fuck him properly, but she made full use of the bed’s elasticity with each thrust. It squeaked and groaned under their combined weight, over and over.
Andy pressed his face against Diana’s shoulder, entangled by her messy waves of blonde hair. “Oh, god,” he mumbled, his little body bouncing on Diana’s lap.
Diana tried to utter a response, but only managed a bestial growl. Her whole cock was thoroughly coated in Andy’s lubricant and her own copious precum, yet every thrust felt as if she was prying him apart anew. Every inch of her throbbing shaft was being so thoroughly squeezed in a way that she didn’t think possible, despite how often she fantasized about how amazing sex would be. Likewise, their bodies were completely wrapped around one another. Diana’s musky sweat had no doubt soaked Andy more than his own sweat had, but he seemed to bask in it, clinging to Diana as firmly as she clung to him, their moistened skin feeling fused together. There was only one thing missing, and Diana rectified that by moving Andy’s face in front of hers and then shoving her fat tongue past his tight lips.
What followed was a blur to Diana. They fucked and kissed without pause for who knows how long. Diana was all over him, squeezing his ass and hugging him more and more tightly against her, barely registering in the moment that her vastly superior strength was manhandling him in a way that gave him little room to take much action himself. He probably wouldn’t want it any other way, though.
Diana broke the kiss when she felt a series of contractions in her lower body that she had never felt before. “Andy, sweetheart,” she moaned, looking into his dark eyes, her forehead against his. “You’re gonna make me…”
“Do it,” he whispered. “Fill me up. Give me what I’ve dreamed of.”
With Andy’s beautiful gaze locked with hers, Diana’s overwhelmed mind and body only allowed her a deep, prolonged sigh as her throbbing flow of cum rushed into the boy’s ass. She rhythmically flexed her glutes as she shot her load in several voluminous bursts, feeling a surging bliss so intense that it seemed to drain the life fluid from every part of her body. Her head slumped forward, and so did Andy’s. Their sweaty faces rubbed one another, their lips colliding as they breathed heavily into each other’s open mouths. And Diana kept cumming. The hot, pooling mess inside Andy was greater than what her double-handed solo sessions had ever achieved.
Once it was over, their exchanging breaths turned into another kiss, albeit a short one, as if to punctuate the intense sex. “Did I live up to your expectations?” Diana asked afterward, a string of spit connecting them.
Andy smiled weakly. “Are you kidding me? You exceeded them a thousand times over.”
“Lord, yer so sweet,” Diana said, blushing.
“You say that, but… I kinda feel bad for dropping this all on you so suddenly. I know you’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m not gonna stop you. I’m just happy we got to share this moment.”
Diana rubbed his cheek. “I’ll come back every now and then. Ain’t leavin’ mama all by herself.”
“Well, she wouldn’t be by herself. I’ll be here.”
“‘Here’?” Diana asked. “What do you mean?”
“She didn’t tell you? She came over today to ask if she could hire me as a farm hand. Mom and Dad were okay with it, so I agreed.”
“Really? You bringin’ that fancy equipment o’ yours?”
“Some. I couldn’t replace you otherwise.”
“Well, you’ll be in good company. Mama always said she finds you mighty cute.”
Andy’s face went blank. “S-she does?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is she…” he began, seemingly carefully considering how to express himself. “You know, she’s a big girl like you, so I figured…”
“I reckon you figured right. Got all my parts from her.” Diana saw Andy’s face turn more red than her neck on a bad summer day, which was saying something. It took her a moment to figure out why. She had never really given her mother’s comments much thought, as she loved to share her dirty jokes and thoughts in general. But perhaps she wanted more than just a farm hand. “Well, she ain’t nothin’ you can’t handle, darlin’. I’m sure you two’ll have a good time.”
Whatever the outcome between them, Diana was happy that the farm would be kept afloat without her. The next day would start a new chapter of her life. Maybe she could find others willing to give her some love?