Sora's Rebound

The phone in Yamato’s living room rang. Halfway through the second ring, he picked it up.

“Hello, this is the Ishida residence.” He answered.

“Hello, Yamato?” asked a girl’s voice on the other end. “This is Sora.”

“Oh, hey, Sora. What’s up?”

“I… wanted to talk to you about something…” she said, sounding a little down. “Can I come over? I want to talk to you in person.”

“Sure. I’ll wait for you.”

The two hung up; Fifteen minutes’ later, Sora came knocking at the door, dressed in a green T-shirt and blue jeans. Her orange hair was tied back in a short ponytail.

“Hey, Sora.” Yamato said, answering the door bell. “Come on in.” he stepped aside to let her in. “So what is it that you wanted to talk about?” he asked as he closed the door.

“Well, you know about me dating Tai, right?” she asked.

“Yeah…” he answered. ‘Unfortunately.’ He added in his mind.

“Well, in a few days, we had agreed to go all the way and-“

“Why are you telling me this, Sora?” Yamato asked her. He was quite frustrated when she passed him up for Tai, so needless to say this talk about having sex with his No. 1 rival was quite unbearable.

“Well… it’s… because of my… condition…” she said. The blonde teen immediately knew what she was referring to.

“Oh yeah… that…” Yamato grabbed her hand. “Let’s go sit down.” He guided her to the couch, where they both sat down next to each other.

It happened a few years ago, back when they were trapped in the Digital World. Sora went to take a bath at a lake. Yamato was also heading for the lake at the same time to encounter her and discover her secret. They didn’t speak again till later that night; Sora told him that she was born with it, but despite that, she was still a girl. She told him to never speak about it to anyone, and he kept by his word ever since.

“What am I going to do?” she asked. “I haven’t told him yet… I don’t know how he’s going to react to such a thing…” She looked between her legs, at her crotch. “Why did I have to be born with this thing?”

“Look, Sora…” Yamato said, holding her hand. “While it’s true that your... condition… is very abnormal… it’s something that Tai will have to know about and get used to.”

Sora looked up at him with her big green eyes.

“Really?” she asked apprehensively. Yamato rolled his eyes in irritation.

“Yes! He has to love you for whom you are! That’s what love is all about in the first place!”

Sora smiled and stood up facing him.

“All right, then. I’ll just come out and tell him. Thanks for listening to me, Yamato.”

“Any time.” He answered reluctantly. “Any time….”

* * *

Several days later, it started raining. Yamato went from room to room, shutting all the windows. His father was working late tonight, so he was alone in the house. After locking up, he turned on the TV to the Comedy Central, waiting for Scrubs to come on.

As he lay on the couch, there was a knock at the front door. He went over and opened it up to find Sora, soaking wet from the rain. She was wearing a nice dress and matching heels. Her eyes were hidden behind her bangs, but Yamato could tell she was very depressed.

“Sora? What are yo-MMLPH!” Sora suddenly lunged at him, locking their lips together. Her heels came off as she left the entrance and pinned him up against the wall. Her hands gripped his shirt, feeling up his chest. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart.

“Ah… ahh…. Sora, what the Hell?!” he exclaimed. The redheaded girl sniffled a bit, tears going down her face.

“H-he broke up with me…” she cried, holding onto him. “He didn’t want to be with a dickgirl like me!”

Yamato cursed Tai’s name as he held Sora in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Sora…” he said. “Come on; let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”

Sora sniffled and nodded her head, stepping aside so that he could close the door. He led her to his room, where he rummaged through his closet for dry clothes for her to wear.

“Here, put these on.” He said, handing her the clothes. “I’ll wait outside.”

Sora said nothing and merely nodded her head. Yamato stepped outside, closing the door behind him. He could hear shuffling around inside as Sora got undressed. He paced around for a few minutes until he heard her say, “Okay, I’m done.”

Yamato opened the door and walked back inside to find Sora completely naked. Her dick was hung low, but it was beginning to erect.

“AH! SORA! Why are you naked?!” he exclaimed. He went to go back outside, but the girl grabbed his arm, holding him in place. She was quite strong, having been an adept soccer player.

“Please stay, Yamato.” She said, her cock now fully erect. “I… I want this…”

Yamato turned around and held her hands. Sora looked into his eyes, her gaze unwavering.

“Do you really want this?” the blonde teen asked. “I mean… I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning.”

“I want this, Yamato… I really do…” she sat down on his bed. “Now please… take off your clothes…”

Yamato did as she told him, unbuttoning his white shirt and tossing it onto his desk. He unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to the ground under its weight. The entire time, Sora watched him, stroking her cock gently. Yamato took off his underwear and kicked it to the side. The two teens blushed heavily at the sight of one another naked.

“S-so…. Ready to do this?” Yamato asked, kneeling down between her legs. “Which part should I do first?”

Sora spread apart her legs so that Yamato was in between them.

“The boy part.” She answered. The teen between her legs grabbed it and started stroking it with his hands. It felt kind of weird, not only for Sora but also for Yamato. Even though she called it a boy part, he didn’t consider it to be one; it was her part.

Sora gripped the edge of the bed as Yamato stroked her cock. This was the first time anybody else ever touched it, and it felt good. A moan escaped her lips, and she twitched about on the bed.

Suddenly, she felt something hot and wet engulf her shaft, which caused her to cry out on sheer joy. She looked down to see Yamato sucking on her shaft. He swirled his tongue around the throbbing head before he pulled away, a string of saliva between his mouth and her dick. Sora panted as her cock throbbed painfully. Her slit underneath dripped precum, eager for climax.

“Are you ready, Sora?” Yamato asked, pushing her on her back. Sora nodded her head and grabbed onto a pillow, hugging it against her chest. Yamato pressed his cock up against the tight nether lips. With a tiny amount of force, he parted the lips and entered the girl’s snatch, splitting her flower open.

“Ah! AHHHHhhh!” Sora gasped and screamed as her hymen was broken. Some blood leaked out of her sex. Yamato waited for her to calm down before he continued. He slid out of her and then back into her, his shaft rubbing up against her inner walls. Sora’s eyes filled up with tears as she felt a mad stabbing pain in her nether regions. However, mixed in with the pain, there was pleasure, and it made her urge Yamato to not stop.

The 15-year old boy thrust his hips in to meet hers, their chests pressing up against each other. Sora’s breasts were heaving against Yamato’s; his cock stretched out her pussy lips, a sensation she had never had before.

“Mmmm…. Please, Yamato…” she begged. “Do me!”

The blonde teenager wasted no time to thrust into her. The redhead moaned with each thrust and held Yamato close to her body. She had never felt so good before in her life, and it was beginning to make her cry.

Yamato stopped humping her and looked into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. She looked back up at him with her large brown tear filled eyes.

“N-nothing.” She sobbed, pulling him on close. She wrapped her arms around him. “I’m just so happy… to be with you…”

Yamato nodded and, not wanting to disappoint her, resumed fucking her. Sora cried and moaned, wrapping her legs around Yamato’s body. Her chest heaved with the rocking motions and her labored breathing. Her cock slapped between their bodies, throbbing as she felt her orgasm building up.

“Oh god! Let me cum, Yamato!” she cried. “I wanna cum! AAAHHHHH!!!”

“Nngh SORA!”

Yamato and Sora both came at the same time. Sora’s body did two things at the same time. Her cunt squeezed her lover’s cock tightly, coaxing the sperm out of him and into her womb. The cock that she was born with spurt several bursts of semen onto their stomachs.

“S-sorry about that, Yamato.” Sora panted, looking down at their midsections. “I couldn’t control myself.”

“It’s alright, Sora. I knew it would happen coming in.” Yamato pulled out of her pussy and cuddled up against her. “I don’t mind, really.”

“R-really?” Sora asked. “W-why?”

“Dick or no dick, it’s a part of you, Sora. I admit it’s a bit hard to get used to, but that doesn’t change who you are, or why I love you.” Sora’s eyes began to fill up with tears again, and she hugged Yamato tightly. He held her in his arms, looking down between them. Sora’s cock was still erect, as was his own.

“Looks like you still have some energy left.” He said. “Do you want to continue?” Sora looked into his eyes and slowly nodded her head. “Okay, then… hmm… let’s try this.” Yamato lay back so their hips pressed against each other, his balls rubbing against her slit. Grabbing his cock, he pulled her cock into his grip as well and pressed them together, the sensitive heads rubbing against one another. Sora looked on in awe as Yamato stroked them both off at the same time. She moaned gently as her dick tingled from the stimulation. After a few minutes of frotting, precum began to leak from both their cocks.

“Yamato... this feels so good.” Sora moaned. “But I wanna try something different.”

“Sure. What is it, Sora?” he asked.

“Can I…?” Sora then mumbled something almost inaudible.

“What did you say, Sora? Speak up.”

“Can I… put it in you?”

Yamato drew his head back in surprise.

“Put it in?” he asked. “Do you mean…. Back there?” Sora slowly nodded her head. “Umm... heh heh…” Yamato blushed heavily and gulped.

“I understand if you don’t want to do it Yamato.” Sora said, feeling ashamed of herself. “I’m sorry I asked.”

“No, I… I don’t mind.” Yamato continued to stroke their cocks, their fluids mixing together. “How do you want me to do this?”

Sora pulled away and stood up on the floor.

“Hmm… how about you stand up and brace yourself on the bed?” she asked. “I can get to you better that way.”

Yamato nodded and did as he was told, standing at the foot of the bed and bending over. He placed his hands on the bed post and braced himself. Sora went around back and guided her cock with her left hand to his asshole. This sensation caused him to nearly jump a foot.

“Are you nervous?” Sora asked.

“You know it.” He answered. “But don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Sora nodded her head and gripped Yamato’s hips. Applying pressure to his asshole, she forced open the muscle and slid her cock into his rectum.

“NNGH!” Yamato grunted as he felt the large shaft push into his rectum. His ass tightened around the dick but to no avail. Sora was lubed up from their precum, which made the insertion a lot smoother. After pushing in all the way to the base of her cock, the redheaded girl began to thrust in and out of the tight hole. She tried to simulate this feeling by wrapping her cock in a warm wet towel, but that was nothing compared to this! After a few minutes of thrusting, the pleasure began to take its toll on her endurance, and her legs began to give out underneath her.

Yamato felt Sora’s body lean into his, her small but developed breasts pressing into his back. She was still thrusting into his ass, which he had to admit felt very good. At the peak of each thrust, her dick pressed into something in the back of his ass that every time sent a huge jolt of pleasure up his body. As Sora still pounded his ass, she slowly stroked his throbbing shaft. Yamato moved his hips back and forth into her hand and onto her cock, his orgasm almost upon him. After a few more minutes, Sora thrust in as deep as possible before shooting her cum into her lover. Yamato felt the hot juice in him and that caused him to cum as well, Sora’s hand becoming drenched in the thick fluid.

“Oh god…. That was incredible!” Sora panted. “Thank you for letting me do that.”

“No… problem, Sora.” Yamato said. As Sora pulled out of him, he felt very empty inside. “Listen… I don’t want this to be a rebound, Sora. I mean, I love you a lot, but I don’t know if you really do love me, and if you do, I want you to tell me right now so this doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.”

“Yamato…. I…” Sora was about to say something, but then decided against it. “Look, you know I wouldn’t hide anything from you.” She said. “If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have come here.” Looking at the clock she concluded, “It’s getting late. I should be heading for home now.”

“Why don’t you crash here for the night?” Yamato asked. “You could sleep with me.”

“I’d love to, but my mom would be furious if I wasn’t home before midnight. I promised her.” The redhead got back into her clothes and kissed Yamato on the lips. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright. Let me see you to the door.” He said, following her out of his room. “Have a good night.” He gave her a kiss at the door before she walked out. Sora smiled to herself after Yamato closed the door, and she walked home, thinking of how wrong she was. She realized how much Yamato loved her, even to step out of his comfort zone, for her. That was more than she could have asked for.