Tomboys are a Gift[WIP]

>Lynn's every gasp and moan is music to your ears as pound her into submission
>Her eyes twitch and her tongue hangs limply from her mouth as she moans with every strike against her cervix
>"C-c-c-cum! C-cumming!"
>"What was that? I couldn't hear you?"
>Your pace increases and your rapid thrusts are only punctuated by the sloshing sounds of her battered pussy
>"C-c-cu-cummmmiing!!"
>She digs her nails into your back and throws her head back letting out an orgasmic scream as her body constricts and tightens around your dick.
>You give a final, hearty thrust making sure to be as deep inside as you can before unloading yourself into her.
>The sudden sensation of warmth filling her flicks the switch of her consciousness off for a second as the intense orgasm and myriad of emotions swell to new heights overwhelming the girl mentally
>You lock lips with her and spend the remaining time of your sex high in a passionate make out as you continue filling her womb with white
>By the time you finish Lynn's in a state of fleeting consciousness as her eyes flicker, only half lidded
>You slowly pull out and revel in the sight of your work as a river of cum soon starts to flow out of her
>"lmao that's a lot"
>You push two fingers in and pull out with your digits covered white
>You bring them to Lynn's face and she greedily sticks out her tongue wanting a taste.

>"And cut!"
>You look up to the source of the voice.
>"That's a wrap! You did gr...great todayyy!"
>Luan's legs are spread out as she sits atop her director's chair. One hand shakily holding the camera still filming you while the other is knuckle deep inside her girlhood.
>The dribbles of girl cum down the chair and the bits of drool on her mouth you take as signs you did a good job
>"Well?" you coughed
>Luan's eyes shoot open. "Oh, right! Give me a sec."
>She tore herself away from just achieving peak pleasure and hopped off her seat. Camera still in hand she crouched next to Lynn's twitching form, zooming in and getting a good shot of her sister's potential children oozing out and puddling on the floor
>"Really backed up weren't you?"
>"Yeah, No Nut November's a pain in the ass."
>"Did you think it was worth it?"
>You shrug "Eh."
>"Well," Luan scratches her head in thought, "What do you think about doing a follow up scene next week?"
>"Do I get paid?"
>"That's up for negotiation."
>"Do I get to choose who I get to fuck this time or do I go with the gremlin again?" You say dismissively pointing to Lynn
>"That's up for negotiation." she repeats crossing her arms
>"Yeah, sure."

>As Luan get's some money from a drawer you sit beside Lynn
>Noticing your cum covered fingers and Lynn's craving expression you dip your two fingers back into her beat-up cunt and get a nice layer of white covering your fingers before lowering them into her mouth
>She sucks greedily. Mewling with eyes closed as she relishes your taste
>You hear a cough and stare up, locking eyes with Luan and the smirk on her face.
>You pull your finger's out of Lynn's mouth and stand. Luan hold out a wad of cash for you.
>"A deal's a deal. Plus I got plenty of footage for personal use later."
>She holds the money out to you, but you cross your arms and give her a look.
>"What?"
>"You said it was up to negotiations right?"
>"Huh?"
>"Well I'd like to have those negotiations now."
>"Really? I'm paying you to fuck my sister and you're gonna start with that?"
>You shake your head. "I appreciate the opportunity I've been given, but if I'm gonna continue this I'd like a choice."
>"I'm letting you fuck my sister!" Luan repeated
>"And I'm giving you material to jerk off to and sell later. At the very least I need a week's notice to know what I'm in for."
>"That's stupid, but fine." Luan shook her head. "Okay. Who do you want?

>A week had passed since then.
>Luan's older sister Leni was the one you chose to go with for you next session
>And how could you not? Leni was fucking drop dead gorgeous! A beauty by all standards.
>It was frustrating to not beat your meat just thinking about her, but you somehow held those urges in and are now more than ready to reward that patience.

>Standing in front of the Loud's Residence you send Luan a text telling her that her "star" has arrived.
>In the meanwhile it seemed like you got another text from an unknown number.
>You've been getting texts and calls from this unfamiliar number for the better part of a week.
>Out if curiosity you looked it up on the web once and found out that it was coming from within the Loud's home.
>"Weird."
>You hear the door begin to creak open and you tear your eyes from your phone to greet Luan.

>Except it wasn't her.
>It was Lynn.

>You're surprised.
>"Oh, hey Anon. Didn't know you were coming over! Hahaha." Lynn acts surprised.
>Doubt
>"Yeah, so where's your sister?"
>"Who?"
>"Luan, I think?"
>"Oh she's just busy with something at the moment don't you...don't you worry your pretty little head!"
>"Weird."
>"That's Luan alright. J-just come inside and make yourself at home, eh?"

>You make your way inside.
>Lynn grabs your hand and gives you a smile.
>You smile back. Or you try to at least.
>"So..."
>"Take a seat!" She tugs at your arm. "Just go and unwind on the couch for a bit."
>You do.
>All the while Lynn sits beside you. Hands on her knees. Fidgeting a bit. Wanting to say something, but never really doing so.
>"So...where is everyone? I didn't expect a lot of people to be here but, I mean, I was just waiting for your sister to show up so we can talk."
>"Talk." Lynn says, eyebrow raised.
>"That's what I said. To talk with her."
>"You mean like how we talked last time you were here?" She giggled at that and fluttered her eyes at you.
>You had to a double take. That was very unlike the sporty tomboy you had been told about.
>In fact, now that you've got a better look at her you could just make out the faintest hints of make-up on her.

>Oh shit.

>You feel her hand on top of yours and you suddenly seize up.
>"So you said you wanted to talk to Luan right? Well she's kinda busy right now. B-but we can talk instead right? I mean we can talk while we wait for her at least. Right?"

>"Y-yeah sure. I don't mind talking for a bit." You tug at the collar of your shirt.
>Lynn smiles and her grip on your hand gets stronger.
>Like a lot stronger.
>"What do you wanna 'talk' about?"
>"Well I'd like to know where everyone went for starters."
>Lynn sighs. "They're just out."
>"Out?" you repeat.
>"Yeah. Everyone's either at school still, or work, or the park, or the mall. It's weird being in a family of so many people but still somehow being alone." She crosses her arms and pouts.
>"Your other sisters too? Luan and Leni too?"
>"Yeah." Lynn replies with a sigh

>What the fuck? Did that cunt Luan lie to you? Why'd she play you on for a week and pull out at the last second.
>God dammit. This better not being another goddamn prank.
>You fish out your cell phone in your frustration and viciously beat out the message:

>"Where r u?"
>"Is this a prank?"
>"Answer me!!"

>You fall back into your seat, just as frustrated as you were blue-balled at getting the chance to bone the blonde.
>"Fuckin a'."
>"What?" Lynn asks. "Did you really wanna talk to her that bad?"
>"No I just..." You sigh. "It's nothing, don't worry."
>You sink into the couch cushions. Your enthusiasm and ego inflated by an unfortunate mistake.
>Luan might have just forgotten, but that didn't ease the disappointment. And it didn't make waiting a week to get off worth it.
>You sigh again.
>Lynn looks at you, slight worry in her face.
>"Are you okay anon? You look all down in the dumps all of a sudden."
>"Yeah. I'm fine. You know, I never got to thank you for last week."
>Lynn's face turns a shade of red similar to the jersey she wears.
>"Plus, if it's all the same, I think you look pretty cute. I don't think the make-up suits you though."
>Lynn tried hiding her embarrassment behind a fit of giggles and a show of bravado, but the red of her face hadn't diminished one bit.
>"I-i-i-it was nothing really!"
>"Having sex was nothing to you? That face you made told me otherwise."
>"S-stop."

>You'd spent all this time hyping yourself up for a babe like Leni, only to get punked just before the moment of truth.
>Maybe it hadn't been on purpose, but either way being led on by a promise like that had proved too good to be true.
>"Oh well." You say to yourself with a resigned sigh.
>You turned toward Lynn who had been bashfully taking glances at you while also trying not to be too obvious.
>Lynn wasn't the next best thing for sure or even the next best thing after that, but something about her tomboyish nature seemed unusually cute to you. Attractive even.
>You place you free hand on top of hers, and this time she's the one to get startled and almost jump out of her skin.
>She's dumbstruck by such a simple gesture, it makes you wonder if she had planned anything or if she had simply winged it when you showed up at her doorstep.
>"Lynn." Your voice was low and had taken on an aire of playfulness towards her. "I do really, really need to talk to Luan about something important, and I am kinda disappointed that she's not here. But I'm really glad you're here with me."
>Lynn's blush deepened somehow and her attempts at a response only come out as stutters and she stumbles over nearly every word trying to find the right thing to say.
>Even with how brazen she was something like romance was not something she excelled at or had any experience in.
>It was cute seeing her make a fool out of herself in front of you and you knew it only frustrated her more. And that somehow made it all the more endearing.
>You remove your hand from hers and place it to her face. The gesture silences her jabber and she locks eyes with you.
>"Why don't you keep me company Lynn?"
>You shuffle closer to her side, and wrap an arm around her waist. Your thumb gently brushes against her cheek and you slowly close the distance between your faces.
>Lynn's eyes close and her voice catches in her throat.
>Your lips brush against one another briefly before you suck in a breath of air and lock lips with her.

>The kiss is brief, but as you pull back you hear the near silent gasp of Lynn's response to it.
>Her eyes, once wide, are now only half-lidded and staring directly into yours. Seemingly lost.
>You let her stare for what must of seemed like an eternity for her before briefly tugging her arm and snapping her out of her trance.
>She shakes her head and meets your grin. A tirade of stammers flowing from her as she tries to hide her enjoyment.
>You put a finger to her mouth and she stops.
>Your eyes meet and you give her a suggestion.
>"Wanna take this upstairs?"
>There's a brief moment of silence, and you worry that your proposal might have been pushing it a bit.
>But Lynn suddenly leans towards you and plants a kiss of your own to your cheek.
>A excited grin decorates her face as she hauls you off the couch by your arms and drags you up the stairs.
>You're grinning like an idiot the whole way, and before you can even register the movement of your feet you find yourself in an unfamiliar room.
>You're guessing it hers, by some of the sports decor and memorabilia adorning one side of the room.
>You don't seem to recognize the other bed in the room though.
>Before you have time to ponder this Lynn calls to you.
>She's seated on her bed, in her shorts and a wife beater she'd been wearing underneath her jersey. The jersey itself already tossed aside.
>"Well?" she asks sheepishly, patting an empty spot on the bed just beside her.

>You take up a spot next to her, and place your hand on hers.
>That grin on her face remains steady, but you can hear just a hint of nervousness in her voice as she asks you, "Are you ready, o-or what?"
>You answer her the same way you did downstairs, and her response is almost exactly the same.
>This time, however, you don't break off immediately.
>You push towards her and prolong your kiss, adding in the slightest bit of tongue to coax her into it.
>She responds in kind, wrapping her arms around your neck and moaning fitfully in your mouth.
>In the midst of your passion your arms snake around to her back and you slowly begin lifting the back of her tank top.
>Suddenly, Lynn breaks the kiss and shoves you hard on to your back. Your head making contact with something hard making a hollow thud sound.
>You're dazed and you worry for a sec that you might have fucked up big time. Maybe you were coming on too strongly.
>Your blurred visions begins to clear, when suddenly you're blinded by a cloth of sort covering your face.
>You're panicking and somewhere deep down some dark thoughts begin to surface and you feel a scream bubbling from your throat.

>"Woops. My B!"
>The cloth is lifted off and tossed to the floor.
>As you slowly begin to calm down and come out of your disorientation, you feel something heavy sit on top of you.
>You look and realize that what had hit you were more pieces of clothing that Lynn had stripped away.
>Now free of her top and shorts Lynn sat, straddling you. Her cherry red sports bra and and panties hugging her small frame tightly.
>Good God. Were you in heaven right now?

>"Oh sorry." She reaches past you and grabs, what you presume you struck your head against, a cast iron baseball bat.
>"I should've really cleaned up before hand." She shrugs and drops the bat to the floor with a metallic thud.
>"Now," she leans over you and licks her Lips. "Where were we?"

>You can't help the sudden thundering in your chest, and you couldn't remove the shirt off your back any faster if your tried.
>Lynn's run out of what little patience she had.
>She lays on top you and practically headbutts you as she restlessly continues your make out session.
>The fervor in your kiss doubles as you both eagerly explore one another.
>Lynn shoves her tongue deep in your mouth, letting you indulge in the tastes of spittle and the sports drinks she chugged earlier that day.
>Your hands, still curious from before, slide up and down the small of her back. One set of fingers run up her spine and make their way into her bra, while the other set head south.
>Lynn winces as she feels you hands explore about her body, but doesn't dare break contact with you.
>Rather, she reaches back with one of hands and grasps yours. She guides you lower and lower, into her panties, and rests it on her lower cheek.
>You begin fondling her butt, and run your rouge thumb up the crack of her ass, barely brushing past her anus.
>You consider your next step for a second, before Lynn breaks off the kiss. She gasps and moans loudly and begins gyrating her hips, rubbing herself into your the pitched tent in your pants.
>You wince, and the week of anticipation urges you to take her there and then.
>Though you'd much prefer to foreplay a bit longer, you can feel the heat in your loins building and threaten to release.

>In contrast to your own urges you feel like prolonging this longer. The high of sex is too good to simply let die so easily!
>You wrap your arms around her back and roll on top of her, or at least you tried to.
>There was less space on the bed then your sex-addled mind had thought and you end up hurtling the both of you off the bed and crashing into the floor.
>Luckily the small pile of clothing cushioned the fall somewhat.
>Unluckily Lynn had landed on top, you winding you with the weight of her body on your chest.
>She sat up from where she landed and glanced you over, giggling softly at your discomfort.
>In that moment she left herself wide open and you jumped at the opportunity!

>You grasped her again and rolled her over.
>Now on top, you pinned both of her arms above her head and exclaimed "Ah ha!"
>She wriggled underneath kicking her feet out and shaking herself side to side in a futile attempt.
>"Hey what the hell! What gives?!"
>"This isn't gonna be like last time," you chortle. "Your big sis blue-balled me earlier, and your gonna have to be the one to fix that for her."
>Lynn smirks. "So you wanna play games do you?"
>You take in a deep breath, puff out your chest, and in as hokey a voice you can muster yell, "WATCHA GONNA DO WHEN HULKAMANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU?"

>You regretted saying that the second it came out. Scratch that.
>You regretted that before you even said it, but your brain was too slow to stop you from yelling it out loud and embarrassing yourself.
>The long silence that followed it only served to further your humiliation.
>You only option now was to jump out the window and hope you die when you hit the ground.
>The only thing that stopped you was the slow, building laughter of the girl underneath you.
>When you looked at her she suddenly threw her head back and started cackling in earnest.
>"W-what the fuck was that?! Hahahaha!"
>You cringed. She was right. What the hell were you thinking? You could feel yourself shrinking inwardly and you eased your grip on her.

>Big Mistake.

>With a roar Lynn suddenly kicked the ground underneath her and raised her hips sharply.
>You were too busy feeling ashamed to brace yourself for her counterattack and you flew forward and off of Lynn, banging your chin as you slammed against the floor.
>You were stunned. You had literally no idea what was happening. At least not until you felt your right arm pinned and another pair of arms circle around your mouth and pull back violently.

>"CRIPPLER CROSS FACE FUCKER!" Lynn screamed.
>You screamed along with her, if mostly for the pain that shot through your neck and the fear that your head was gonna be torn off.
>"FUCK FUCK FUCK! LET GO OF ME!!"
>"Tag out then bitch!"
>You bared your teeth and growled, "When I get out of this...I'm gonna fuck you up you hear me!"
>"I'd like to see you try!"

>In that moment you felt like a fire had been lit in your soul.
>There was no way in hell you would let yourself be bested.
>You vowed to show that bitch up and that's what you intended to do!

>It was unorthodox, but Lynn certainly hadn't expected to feel your tongue graze her fingers and the palms of her hands.
>"Oh dude gross!" she unhooked her hands and shook them trying to get your spittle off.
>At that moment you braced your left hand to the floor and shot your upper body upward and your head back.
>So desperate to escape her clutches your speed caught her by complete surprise and you bashed her face.
>She rolled and put her hands to her face.
>As you rolled on to your back you saw Lynn on her knees and felt pangs of regret at what you might have done.
>And yet as you wanted to go to her she turned her head to see you. Her gaze toward you unfazed by the pain nor by the slight trickle of blood down her nose.
>The game was a still on. She fully intended to make you her bitch, and she expected you to do the same to her.
>In her state of weakness she expected you fulfill your promise, to mess her up like you said you would, and if you didn't she'd never let you live it down.
>You were more than happy to oblige in her request.

>You positioned yourself behind her and, with some careful maneuvering, hooked your arms underneath hers and forced her to stand.
>"So now you've got me. What are you gonna do now?" she mocked. "You said you'd fuck me up right? Then do it! Unless of course you're still a-aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
>Her show of bravado had been cut a bit short, feeling your pitched tent prod her in her rear.
>"Well? Aren't you gonna finish your sentence?" You said mockingly.
>Without giving her a change to respond you lead her back to her bed and laid down on it with her pinned underneath you.
>"You said you wanted me to fuck you up right?" You whisper to her.
>She says nothing, but you can hear her breathing quicken.
>"Well then. Wish granted."