[M4F] Having a Big Tiddy Goth Succubus GF as a Guardian Angel in College
“Hey, you got anything to smoke?”
10 minutes ago, Lily Hawkins had knocked on my single dorm with that question. And now she sat on my comforter, a dirty glass bong in between her legs, examining the buds inside the Ziploc bag my friend Andrew had given me yesterday before a RA inspection.
And who is Lily Hawkins, you might ask? Well, Lily Hawkins was the epitome of Big Tiddy Goth Girlfriend, BTGGF for short. One might even say BTGGF embodied Lily. Starting from the raven black bangs, the curtain of midnight hair ending in crimson highlights around her midback, the ruby choker necklace permanently wrapped around her pale throat and more piercings than she had fingers across both ears, the magnificent, teardrop shaped melons dangling from her chest. And Lily dressed for the part perfectly: simple converses, thigh high black and dark purple striped socks, checkered black and red skirts, ultra-short black jean shorts that showed more than they covered, punk rock band T-shirts, fishnet stockings. And the few times I’d seen her stretched out on a beach recliner, sunbathing in an all-black bikini too small to contain her bust? Not so much as a patch of hair across the alabaster skin that perfectly contrasted her onyx locks. And strangely, she was immune to tanning no matter how much time she spent besides the pool.
I wasn’t the only one who gawked, several guys in the dorms had bets on whether she had a full bush, a landing strip, or was completely bare there as she was everywhere else, though no man had been so lucky to get a hug from her. And yet here Lily was, handing me the bong and prompting me to take a hit. I nervously flicked the lighter, sucking at the mouthpiece before plucking the bowl out of the stem, finishing the column of smoke before breathing, then wheezing the rest out. Shit, it still gets me every time.
“You got any snacks?” Lily piqued. I weakly nodded, pushing myself off the comforter, grabbing beef jerky, Sour Patch Kids and a box of Pop-Tarts before returning. She smiled, tearing open the package of gummies before speaking without looking at me as I took a sip from a Voss water bottle on my bedside stand. "So, ya gotta girl you jerk it to?"
I spat out my water, lurching forward and sputtering harder than before. Lily giggled, a strangely girlish one that I wouldn’t have expected from her, then thumped her fist between my shoulder blades before she ripped the bong again. "I'm sorry, excuse me?"
"You know, a girl you've got your eye on. You're in college, probably horny most of the time. It's the least I could do. I mean, I've seen you check me out now and then, but maybe I'm not your type? If you're into art hoes, Danielle down the hall is always mouthing off about whatever hipster art shit's on her mind. Or maybe the two intramural soccer blondes on the floor below us if you're in the mood for someone more athletic? Have them take a break from bouncing balls on their knees and on your mattress instead? And if you're in the market for someone older... our English professor isn't out of the question." Lily took another rip from the bong, blowing out several perfectly shaped 'O' rings as I surveyed her incredulously, too stunned to speak before she glanced back at me, "Oh, right. You don't know."
She snapped her fingers overhead. A poof of purple smoke comically bloomed, then dissipated as two curved black horns several inches long growing out from above the ear came into view. A serpentine tail several feet long, colored crimson with its tip ending in a simple black heart, slithered around her waist. "I've got the wings too, but I can't really show them off without knocking over the stuff on your shelves. Split one with me?" She inquired, holding up a pack of chocolate filled Pop-Tarts, slicing off the top of the aluminum foil packaging with a stroke of her tail.
The succubus divided one of the treats into two halves, offering one out to me. "Ah, but there's a couple rules you should know. Only girls over the age of 18. I need to see a picture of them or meet them. They won't have any memories of the incident unless you want them to, but you'll have to talk to me about that first. I can also do some funny stuff with adjusting how attracted they are to you, like having them immediately want to suck your cock once they see you, or hating you, but unable to resist you once you rape them or anything like that. And lastly, hurting the girls excessively will immediately dispel the charm, so don't be a dick, alright?" She muttered in between bites.
"So... you're a, uhm, demon, right?"
She snorted. Audibly. It was the first time I'd ever heard her make such a noise. The first time she'd expressed more emotion than boredom, really. "I prefer succubus, but yeah, I'm technically a 'demon'. But none of that world domination, humanity writhing in endless agony stuff though. Talk to my dad about that, though he'd sooner hang you from the ceiling by your toes before listening to you talk. Besides, an endless parade of girls willing to slobber, suck, sputter, choke over your knob before or after you shove it inside of them as long as you keep the kush coming is a pretty sweet deal, don't you think?"
I faltered, still struggling to comprehend everything. With a sigh, Lily set aside the bong and reached out for the 12oz Voss water bottle sitting on my bedside stand. "Hand that to me, will ya?"
I did. But instead of taking a drink, Lily lifted the bottle overhead, tilted her head back so that her nose was aimed at the ceiling, then pushed the Voss bottle, tip first in between her plump lips until it was halfway down her throat. And with one hand gripping the plastic, the real show started.
It started with a simple gwuk… gwuk, then a slurp. Volume, speed and depravity roared, accelerated like a revving engine, the sloppy, throaty racecar tearing across the room, filling the space with the sounds of HRrrrkrk, hrhrkr, HRRRKKKGGHH as Lily strove to open her jaw as wide as possible, followed by a GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK as all six cylinders fired at full speed, not to mention the 7th one, perfectly representing a cock, thrusted in and out of her throat. Drool spilled out from the seal her lips formed, running down her chin, sloppy strands dangling until they formed opaque orbs that dangled back and forth, dangerously close to splattering onto her lap as her hand forced the bottle deeper down, distending her throat, the bottle’s base practically just about to pass through her teeth until-
She finally extracted it out, its exterior entirely covered in throat slime that dribbled down the clear plastic. "Bit out of practice, but you get the idea of what I can do if you don't feel like getting take out." She huffed with teary eyes, wiping the drool of her chin before tossing aside the bottle and picking up the bong. "Pack another bowl, will'ya?"
Why pick between having a Big Tiddy Goth Succubus GF or a harem of nubile college girls when you can have both? This is a smut-heavy, slice of life roleplay. No chat, talk to me first about the premise!
Posted Jan 30, 2020, 6:40 PM UTC