The Bet

Hi all, been super busy with starting a new job so had to upload a one-off story as I've not been able to work on the other stuff right now, nonetheless I hope you enjoy this one, in which a girl proposes a bet involving his ass, her dick, and $100. Enjoy!

    - TSG123 x

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Billy flicked a strand of dark hair out of his face, grimacing as he tried to enjoy the bitter liquid stinging his taste buds.

Another house party. Another beer… Another night watching other people flirt whilst he tried his best to look relaxed, which most likely meant another night going back to his apartment alone.

‘At least Alecia’s flat is close enough that I don’t have to pay for a taxi.’

He sipped from his red cup, plump lips pressed together as he listened to the story a Chad was explaining to a bunch of guys and girls, and when they laughed Billy could only force out an awkward cluck.

“And I said hey, I’m only downing it if you do it with me! We got soooo smashed.”

The group grinned and nodded.

“…and would someone stop this girl staring at me, she’s got wonky eyes!”

The girl in question, a blonde with impeccable hair and the most Instagram-able face imaginable, opened her mouth in shock, laughing at the douchebag.

“Hey, stop it!”

“Why, you’re still staring.”

She pouted, and Billy hated how he already knew she was going to get on her knees for that guy by the way she was leaning forwards, despite her ‘remonstrations’.

Billy drained his cup.

He usually liked beer, but it left a sour taste in his mouth.

‘How do people who act like assholes get so much attention?... Is it because there’s no other choice? Maybe smart people just don’t want attention, so it’s left to a douchebag to talk shit until all the girls are drunk enough to want to examine his bedroom ceiling…‘

Billy looked down at his slender knees pressed together and remembered reading in a book somewhere that it was a sign of discomfort to have them closed.

Billy un-coupled his plump thighs, sitting a little wider.

‘Why do I have to try and fake this to get girls!’

Billy had tried so many ‘methods’ to get women… Join a gym, use pickup techniques, just ‘be yourself’ (like every girl says)…. But when you’re short, thicc and sporting feminine lips and cheeks, getting a female to look twice at you is pretty much impossible.

Getting friends who are girls? No problem.

Finding a girlfriend? He might as well speed date on Mars.

“HEYY Billy!”

He looked up and saw Alecia waving him over.

Billy excused himself to no reaction, the group too busy guffawing at the way the Chad was teasing the blond girl, and he walked away thankful that he didn’t have to watch the mating ritual any longer.

“Hey Alecia… what’s up? Rad party.”

Thin black eyebrows, tied-up hair and a thoughtful expression gazed back at him.

“Fuck you,” she pouted, “I know you’re having a sucky time.”

He cocked his eyebrow.

“Damn… I was doing so well this time.”

“Look, you’re…. looking, still, right?”

“Well.. if you mean for a girl that isn’t repulsed by me, then yeah, always.”

She looked at him with a furrowed brow, wringing her hands.

“Well.. I may have someone…”

He crinkled his nose.

“If you mean that girl that was a born-again Christian and super homophobic, I’ll pass.”

She pouted.

“NO. No she…. was a wierdo.”

“Agreed.”

“Okay.. So…. There’s this girl I met on holiday, and she’s visiting for a few weeks….”

“Wait… you’re actually setting me up with a nice girl?”

She bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Yeah.. kinda… well no… but… she’s different.”

He looked at her curiously, folding his arms.

“Different?”

“Like.. yeah. You’ll see.”

She didn’t meet his eyes as she spoke to him.

“But, I just think it might be worth it because, you know….”

“I’m thirty seconds short of being a virgin?” he finished.

“Sure,” she responded, taking his hand and rubbing it.

Alecia was pretty, and even though they had known each other for years the fact that she was cute and enjoyed his company, yet never remotely considered him as anything more than a friend still stung after being rejected as a mate by the rest of womankind (yes, he knew it was pathetic, but years of watching the various guys and girls around him fuck each other’s brains out made it hard to ignore when he was always the odd one out).

He tried not to get an erection as she pulled him into a hug.

“Just.. see how it goes,” she said, breaking the embrace.

“Sure,” he muttered, awkwardly shifting his legs so his three-inch dicklet wouldn’t press through the front of his jeans.

***

“Oh, here he is, Billy come here!”

Billy grabbed a second beer as Alecia pulled a girl by the arm to join him.

“Meana, this is Billy.”

“Well, uh.. nice to meet you,” he said, chin lifting up to the girl towering over him.

The first thing to say was that she was incredibly tall. She wore heels that tried not to enhance her height, but it didn’t belie the fact that she was easily a foot above him, with wid-ish hips and long legs that further entrenched the sense of vertigo when looking up at her face.

Her cheeks were angular and pretty, and also quite inviting in the way she smiled. Long dirty-blond hair reached down to her lower back, and she was clad in a blue backless dress which covered the front, but not the sides, of her breasts, to the point where it was difficult not to look without staring, hoping to see more.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she responded, offering a slender hand, and Billy took it and found a grip which was soft, but firm. “What do you do?”

Her lilting accent was Irish, and she didn’t take her hand away immediately, lingering a touch.

“Oh uh… between jobs at the moment,” he replied, thinking it was better than saying ‘part time at a supermarket.’

“Ah, well, being a pornstar is a tough industry.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Joke.”

He let out a nervous laugh, lost in her mesmeric stare.

“Oh… right.”

An awkward silence ensued, during which Alecia looked between them curiously.

“Well, I’ve… got to sort some of the drinking games out…..”

“Sure.”

“Right.”

With that she sidled away, and Billy was left to talk alone with Alecia’s curious Irish friend.

Was that a specific joke? Was that what was different about her... Was she a pornstar?

Looking at her once more, it almost looked like her nipples might have been showing through the fabric, but it was hard to say for sure, the gossamer curtains hiding some of the true curves of her long body.

“Do, uh.. do you want to sit down?

“Yup.”

Billy led her to a couch which was unoccupied in the corner of the living room, away from the louder groups and speaker system pumping out rap songs at a low hum.

“So, what do you do?”

She smiled, proffering her beer.

“We should cheers first.”

“Oh, uh.. sure!”

“Here’s to new experiences.”

The way she looked at him felt like there was a new undercurrent to the scenario that he had not experienced before in almost any conversations involving a pretty woman, and when they clinked glasses and drank, the beer tasted far more refreshing than it had been previously.

“To new experiences.”

They both took a sip, and she brushed a long strand of hair behind her ear as she spoke.

“I’m travelling right now… completed my degree, not sure what I’ll be going for next…. but I think I want to go into teaching, maybe psychology.”

The lilt in her voice was quite endearing, and Billy found himself leaning in.

“Right… you like psychology?”

A warmth filled his chest as she smiled.

“Absolutely… in fact, we can try some on you, if that’s alright?”

“Shoot.”

“Would you say you’re introverted or extrovert?”

“Oh, probably more introverted than outgoing.”

“I would say one-hundred percent introverted.”

“Oh….”

“Yeah… you struggle with eye contact, and your knees are turned inwards, which suggests discomfort.”

Billy cursed his knees for bending in again, pulling his beer a little closer to his chest, and was surprised when Meana laughed.

“What?”

“It’s not a bad thing! It’s just who you are!”

“Well, I don’t think that’s true, extroverts seem to get a lot more appreciation.”

Meana cocked an eyebrow and followed where he was glancing, to the blond girl now firmly entrenched with the Chad, talking in low voices and oblivious to the others slamming back their red cups.

“I mean… really, you want to be like those guys?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know, but it just feels like the odds are stacked against people like me, you know?”

She smiled, “Well, I think that means that when someone comes along who appreciates you for being you, they’re worth holding onto.”

A hand sidled to his knee and rested there, and Billy’s blood felt like it was suddenly whipping around his body at the speed of light.

“Oh er….”

“What do you like to do then?”

He looked at the dimples in her cheeks, the wide lips so close to him, and thought he really just wanted to kiss her.

“Erm… what do…?”

She tapped his thigh.

“Like in your own time, silly.”

“OH ha-ha, right… I like… movies…. Erm.. bowling….”

Her eyebrow, which suddenly seemed independent of the rest of her face, almost disappeared up into her head.

“Billy, that’s some boring ass shite… what d‘you ACTUALLY do that’s different from most people? Tell me the nerdy bullshit you’re into.”

He didn’t know how to process this, jaw bouncing before he blathered out a response.

“Ww-well uh…”

She rolled her eyes, grinning.

“Spit it out, idiot.”

The way she pronounced the word idiot as ‘eeejiut’ was just so cute that he couldn’t help a small grin crossing his lips.

“Muuhmm… okay uh… Dungeons and dragons….. comics…….”

“I thought so…. nerdy stuff, right?” she smiled.

“It…. Well yeah kind of… it’s….”

There wasn’t anything wrong with it, but acknowledging how geeky he actually was felt somehow wrong, like he was losing the small hope of fooling her that he was a feasible sexual partner.

“…it’s more interesting than it sounds,” he finished lamely.

“Then tell me.”

“Uh.. well… I don’t know if you’d like it..”

Her hand gripped a little harder on his leg, and he loathed the whimper of excitement that escaped his lips.

Meana seemed invigorated by it, teeth showing in her smile now.

“Look, I’m into singing and horses, and I bet you’ve never had an interest in those right?”

“Well… I don’t really know much about them….”

She scooched closer, and Billy’s entire body went numb when she leant against him.

“But I bet you want me to hear about it now… Don’t you?”

At that exact moment, with her body heat up against him, he would have been happy to listen to her recount state tax laws for the rest of the evening, managing a nod.

“…So tell me about dungeons and dragons, because I want to hear it.”

She oozed charm, and Billy relaxed, beginning to explain the way the game was played, arms reaching out to describe the worlds and scenarios that could unfold, the incredible intricacies with which you developed your character, how sometimes you could lose yourself in it.

She listened with an attentiveness that surprised him, and even asked interesting questions every now and again.

“But…. what if you just decided to, oh I don’t know, walk off the map?”

He grinned.

“You won’t want to end your character without seeing the plot play out… but I guess you could probably jump off a cliff and die. Who wants to do that though?”

When he had finished they were talking right into each other’s space, her leg crossed towards him, hand often squeezing his leg as she spoke, before the conversation turned to subjects that Billy was far less comfortable with.

“So… we should do a game… never have I ever…..”

Billy’s stomach flipped.

All the questions in this game became about sex. Not exactly a subject he was well-versed in on a practical level.

“I-I’d prefer not to…..”

She smiled, stroking his thigh.

“Okay… how about, ‘would you rather’!”

“Erm… sure.”

He drummed up the courage to place a hand awkwardly on her knee, and was thrilled when she gently placed hers on top, anchoring it to her leg.

“Brilliant,” she uttered, “I’ll go first!...Would you rather have sex with a woman with a dick, or a man with a vagina and tits.”

She seemed keenly interested in his answer as he pulled back anxious laughter.

“Ohh ha.. ha.. I don’t know… the girl with the dick?”

“Why,” she whispered.

“B-because… I don’t know. I wouldn’t be attracted to the man either way… but I could still find the girl beautiful….”

She seemed to glow at this summary.

“Okay great… your turn!”

“Right.. Would you rather… uh… be with a tall guy, or a short guy.”

She snorted, and Billy shuddered as he thought about the stupidity of the question.

Who says short?

“Short.”

Billy couldn’t keep the smile from his face, turning from her so that it wasn’t so obvious.

“Why you smilin’?” coaxed Meana, nudging him in the ribs, and he nudged her back, leading to them scuffling together as they teased each other back and forth.

He could almost see the entire side of her breast, the nipple tantalisingly close to being revealed as she slid up against him.

When they had finished they were firmly ensconced together on the sofa.

“Your turn.”

She was so close that he could see the tiny imperfections, a minute hair on her cheek, a tiny red mark which looked like a popped spot near her jaw, which somehow just made her even more beautiful.

“Okay… if I had a dick, would you still find me attractive?” she teased.

“Oh… you? Of course, I hope it’s a big one,” he joked.

“Oh look at me, you know it’s going to be big,” she giggled, “and definitely bigger than yours.”

He winced until she leaned in close and pecked him on the cheek. “Just the way I like it.”

Warmth spread from the place where her lips had brushed his skin.

“Erm… would you rather….”

It was quite tough to think when she was so close, and now he was picking up hints of a jasmine perfume that was intoxicating his brain.

“I’ll go again,” she said firmly, Billy’s heart beating so hard it felt like it was about to take a running jump and smash through his ribcage.

“Would you rather have anal sex or regular sex?”

He cocked his eyebrow.

“Do girls even like anal?”

“Depends on the girl.”

“Oh come on, why don’t ALL girls just do anal if it’s so good!”

“Like I said, I think it depends on the girl… or boy, silly.”

“That’s Billy actually.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

She bit her lip at his lame joke.

“…Silly.”

He grinned back.

“WELL, my friend said she hated it. I’d bet you anything that girls just fake it because guys say they like it.”

A curious look crossed her face.

“You know guys can enjoy anal just as much as girls.”

“HA, no way!”

Her lips pursed, mulling something over.

“Well look, for a hundred dollars, I reckon you wouldn’t even be able sit on my cock for five minutes without enjoying it.”

Billy spat his drank out over the table, and someone nearby hiccupped as the people closest to them froze midway through their various discussions and turned to look at the young man who was staring at Meana with a stunned expression.

All of a sudden she felt incredibly close, inside his personal space.

“Sorry… what?”

He wiped his face, still looking like a ghost as he gazed into the relaxed face of Meana, smiling at him with glossy pink lips.

“I said… for a hundred dollars, you wouldn’t last five minutes on my cock without enjoying it.”

“Your… cock.”

“Yes, I have a cock… problem?”

Billy looked at her in a new light…. This gorgeous woman had a penis.

The questions made sense now, but his brain couldn’t equate what he was seeing with that fact. Those long legs were still so enticing, the way her dress gave flashes of her chest, so scandalously was it cut, and the milky skin that was open down the side, inviting him to explore further.

The boy’s eyes flicked down to her mid-riff and lower, to where her legs were firmly crossed.

“Nope, if you want to see it, you’ll have to do what I tell you,” she whispered with a grin, squeezing her legs tighter.

If anything, he was getting even more aroused staring at her.

“Well uh.. no… no problem.”

The walls still buzzed with the vibrations of the music, but some conversations near them had died away, and Billy felt the tautness in the air as others took in what was going on.

Meana didn’t seem to care and leaned into him hard, pressing her cleavage against him.

“Take me to the bedroom and sit on me.”

His mouth opened, not quite believing what was happening.

She had a penis.

“R…Really?”

“Yeah…. And you might get one hundred dollars as well,” she added with a grin, “what’s there to lose?...”

“Well uh… Yeah… right…”

He glanced around at people in various states of shock, disbelief, and sheer curiosity.

Billy didn’t know whether he was excited, or scared, or aroused… it was a whirlpool in his head, crashing into the sides of his skull and fusing his lips shut.

Many people were watching, some whispering, others asking what had been said. For a moment it was almost like a restless theatre during a pivotal moment of a play as the news strange atmosphere spread around the room.

Eventually, the tension was broken by a girl at the kitchen counter who gleefully shouted “DO IT!”

Half the room exploded with laughter, and people began to join in with various cries and chants.

“YES!”

“SIT ON HERRR!”

“What?! Sit on what!”

“Billy’s going gay!!!!”

The eyes of the whole room were on him, and everywhere he looked made it worse; A haughty couple murmuring things to each other whilst staring straight at him, the chad and the blond curled up with laughter, and one group of heavily made-up girls who seemed to be living their sex lives vicariously through the two of them, eagerly egging him on to seal a one-minute love story being played out in their heads, Alecia looking on weirdly with a few of her friends, a guilty expression on her face.

Billy’s lip quivered.

“Urm…..”

His response was pushed back into his throat by the feverish attention, but thankfully it was Meana who took control by enclosing his hand in hers.

All the sound disappeared because his mind was no longer listening to it, every neuron having been wrenched towards the feeling of being touched by a large, delicate hand.

Billy looked into the blue eyes of this Irish beauty. Her lips moved slowly.

“Follow me.”

His mouth glazed open as she folded around his hand, so gently that at first he wasn’t sure if she had put any pressure on at all, before grasping more firmly, and then he was being pulled to his feet.

The sound returned to his ears in a roar that crescendoed as he was led, red-faced, by Meana through the crowd of people frothing at the mouth, driven wild by the prospect of Billy touching a strange girl’s dick.

“BILLY, BILLY, BILLY!!!”

“GAAAAAYYY!”

“AW THAT’S SO CUTEEE!!!”

The noise barely died down as he was led down a hallway to a bedroom, containing a queen-sized cream bed, lit by a small lamp on the table beside it.

He stumbled in and the door was slammed shut behind them by Meana, who gave a frustrated look behind them before lightening up as she let go of his hand, seating herself elegantly on the foot of the bed.

The sounds were muffled, but he could still make out the hoots and hollers of people as they processed what might be about to happen in the bedroom.

His eyes locked on with Meana’s, this movie-star beauty in a gorgeous dress, sat on the edge of the bed, looking expectantly at him.

And she had a penis.

Billy didn’t know what to do. He’d had sex once.. but that had been five minutes of him working out what a vagina felt like, and it hadn’t exactly been the most life-changing of events. This?.. well, this was so far out of his comfort zone that even starting from zero was higher than where he felt at the moment.

As if waiting for a command from a drill sergeant he simply stood there as Meana scanned him up and down, apparently appreciative of his rather plump ass, weedy arms and soft demeanour.

Her right leg bounced on top of the other, almost touching his.

“Come here.”

He obeyed, walking past her long limbs and making to settle on the bed next to her, but before he could hands shot out and grasped him at the waist, and he found himself being cajoled into a seated position on her lap.

It was rough, but the playfulness in her smile, the way she giggled as he tried to resist, acted like a muscle relaxant, and he found himself easily moulded onto her lap like clay putty, staring into her face.

The blue in her eyes was flecked with grey, and they shifted subtly, clearly taking in his own, rather dull brown ones.

As the quietness descended, it became just the two of them.

His heart was beating fast, and her thighs underneath his ass were quite comfortable and pillowy, although occasionally she would shift slightly, quads bulging, exposing the strength in her legs. Even though he was now in quite a submissive position, it didn’t terrify him as much as it should have.

“Do you know your eyes shift from light to dark, the close they get to the edges?”

Billy looked at her in surprise.

“Uh… no?”

“Well, they do… maybe because there’s lightness in your centre.”

She pressed two fingers to his heart.

“Lightness? We just met..” he murmured.

“Yeah, but I just told you I have a dick in front of a room full of strangers, and you followed me into a room in front of them all…. Men don’t often have the balls to do that.”

Immediately he found himself rethinking the whole thing.

‘What if I made the wrong decision?’

‘What if people think I’m gay… what if I’m gay?!?!’

Meana quietened his thoughts with a thumb stroked on his cheek.

“Listen, stop thinking about it. If you’re nervous, just tell yourself that you’re doing it for the hundred dollars.”

“Huh?”

He’d forgotten about the hundred dollars.

“Oh, yeah… right…”

A look of bare-faced joy flitted across her features as she realised his confusion, and it was with anticipation that she shuffled her dress up.

“Okay, time for your first look…. Excited?”

Billy had never been more excited… or scared, or confused… His brain seemed unable to reach a verdict on his feelings, and now the think pipes were bursting, battery fluid leaking into the word generator, saliva-producer locked on high-fluid leading to him swallowing large globs of spit as he watched her hands reached underneath and pull out a long, pulsing shaft from under her dress.

It was ten inches, a solid man-shaft that completely surpassed his pathetic excuse for a cock. The thick, flared mushroom of her cock-head was twitching upwards every few seconds or so, and it wasn’t difficult to work out how aroused Meana was by the way it bobbed in the air.

If it wasn’t enough to see her helmet looking up at him like a hungry snake, the gaze that she had fixed him with was nothing short of starving.

“Why don’t you put your hands on it… get to know it better.”

Before he could protest, she had clamped her hands to his wrist, and led them obediently on her shaft.

The first touch of another person’s cock was electrifying, and terrifying.

The ligaments inside were so hard they were like building foundations, pillars of taut tissue that were intimidating to say the least, not helped by the way Meana’s chest was rising and falling more heavily in front of him.

Touching hers was nothing like touching his own. Not even the same ballpark.

This was… exhilarating.

It was hard not to notice that even though he was sat on her legs she was still taller than him. Now he looked up at her, hating that he also wanted to keep staring at her cock, fingers betraying him with a tiny flutter up the sides of her shaft.

The heat of it was incredible, and Meana uttered a small moan.

Then his fingers reached up to the ridge.

Billy couldn’t do it. The head was just too scary to touch, and as soon as he felt the softer texture he whimpered and drew his hands away.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” murmured Meana, rubbing her hands on his cheek. “You won’t have to do anything crazy, let’s just take it slow.”

He looked up into her, and either she was a phenomenal actress, or her kindness was something that almost glowed.

“Now, let’s just do the scary bit… and then we can relax,” she said.

The way she described it together, ‘let’s’, and ‘we’s’, made him feel like this was a joint venture, despite Meana having led him here like a dog on a leash.

“Okay,” he muttered, and she gave a little giggle, reciprocated by Billy as she reached for her handbag.

“Now, don’t panic but… we’re gonna be using a lot of lube.”

“Right…Sure..“

“Trust me… you don’t want to try this without!”

He nodded, a puppy waiting for its master to give it a treat as she uncapped a plastic bottle and began to pour clear liquid on her dick like she was applying chocolate sauce to an ice cream.

“Wow, that’s a lot,” muttered Billy, his eyebrows rising as he watched her dollop nearly half the bottle in a lube waterfall that spread onto her legs and ran onto the bed.

“Yeah… want to help me spread it out?”

He wasn’t sure about touching it again.
“Erm… Maybe…”

“It’s okay,” she said, giving him a sympathetic look, “like I said, you won’t be doing anything you don’t want to.”

The way she treated him was so gentle and un-confrontational that Billy couldn’t help but feel relaxed, even though in reality he was sat on the lap of a human far stronger than him, whilst she lubed up her cock in preparation for entry into his asshole.

The squelching, sliding custard sounds were loud in the tense silence as she stroked a tight fist up and down her cock, spreading the lube nice and evenly, until the cock looked like a strange alien, something alive in its own right, hungering for his insides.

Meana looked down at her hand, drenched in lube, lost in her thoughts for a moment.

“Billy… I’m going to unzip your pants now.”

Billy’s hands were shaking as he nodded.

“Good,” she smiled, taking her free hand and removing the front button of his trousers, slowly unzipping down to reveal a bulge in his boxers.

“Oh, such a good boy,” she said, watching his blush intensify to radish-like proportions as she brought her large hand to the front of his underwear, rubbing the meagre tent.

“Are you getting excited for me?”

He didn’t even have the courage to answer her, trying not to look her in the eye as she teased the fabric, making him whimper.

“I’ll take that as a yes….”

The bulge throbbed in agreement.

“Take your shirt off.”

The shirt was lifted and thrown aside by shaking hands, revealing a milky chest, no hair, and a smooth stomach with only a suggestion of abdominal muscles beneath it, mainly due to his lack of fat rather than any strength to speak of.

Meana nodded approvingly.

“Sit up a little.”

He sat up and they manoeuvred to pull off his jeans, throwing them aside, and then she put her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.

The tension rose in his chest, and Meana gauged the situation carefully, slowly lowering the fabric, until Billy’s 3-inch erection bounced out of its comfortable prison.

Meana cooed at his beautiful little penis, which stood tall, not a fear in the world when presented with its far superior compatriot. She caressed it with her hand, making it look almost childish in comparison, lost in her large palm and fingers.

Its owner was the opposite of proud and erect, consumed with embarrassment as Meana drank in his most shameful appendage.

“It’s….. sorry…” he whispered.

“It’s beautiful,” said Meana, and when she looked at him, it was with such passion that it was hard to tell whether she wanted to kiss him or kill him. “You’re beautiful.”

The words reached him at a deep level, despite the exposure that was still there, the feeling of a stranger observing something that he hated about himself, and had been taught to hate by laughing emojis and reddit forums.

Being told he was desirable pushed it all aside.

Then a hand drenched with lube grasped his package, and Billy mewled as the woman began to slather his entire undercarriage in it, stroking up and down his manhood and even fiddling with his balls a little, making him coo.

Meana looked at him and smiled.

“Oh… I almost forgot…”

She took her free hand to her dress and pulled it up and over herself, revealing a sight that made Billy swoon.

Smooth, pretty, B-cup breasts were revealed, enough to fill his hands, which is what he desperately wanted to do.

“Would you like to feel them?” she asked, prompting him in an obvious, teacher-like way.

His hands moved up and pressed her chest, and their collective heavy breathing was loud as he felt her nipples pressing insistently into his palm, demanding attention. He sated them with slow rotations of his wrist, pushing them left and right, up and down.

“Hohh yeah, that’s it,” she breathed, eyes closing as Billy’s hands became more eager, more insistent.

Her hand, stilled coated with some lubricant, slid under his, coating her tits in a warm coating of transparent gel that made everything easier to rub, slide over, and fondle.

He began to tweak the wet nubs, which were now hardened points, screaming at him for more.

Before he could think his mouth had entered the picture, closing around one of her tits and sucking greedily, searching for milk.

“Hoohhhh good boy, you’re a very good boy,” she groaned, as he suckled at her breast.

A hand snaked carefully through his hair, closing there, careful not to spook the young buck as his tongue rolled over her pink areola.

Billy felt something warm and wet pressing into his midriff, and tried to ignore it, even though it was like trying to kiss around a sticky bollard, and he engaged in an awkward rolling of his stomach to try and push the thing away, which only made it bounce back and rub slime against his sternum.

He gasped, hands coming up to protect himself, enclosing them around that huge meat now wet with lube as he withdrew his lips from her teat.

Billy was sat on Meana’s legs, with her huge lubed up cock in his hands.

He noticed the way she was enjoying his touches so much that it was almost painful for her, engaged in a heartfelt battle to keep her arousal in check.

The saliva that had been steadily feeding into Billy’s mouth went into overdrive, trying to submerge his tongue as he came to grips with the woman who clearly wanted him, feeling the blood pump through her pleasure vessel.

“It’s time,” she uttered. “Would you like me to set a timer?”

Confusion spread across his features.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Uh… OH!.. the timer… yeah… yeah five minutes… sorry.”

Meana couldn’t keep the aggravation from her face at having accidentally reminded him of the bet, before plastering it up again with a nod as she reached for her phone.

“I’ll start the timer when you’re sat down, okay?”

“Sure.”

There was a second where nobody moved.

“Well… go on,” she prompted gently.

Billy couldn’t believe he was actually raising himself onto his knees, over Meana’s horsecock.

He shouldn’t be doing this.

“Sit on me,” she said, fervently.

Billy’s heart pounded in his chest… and he lowered himself down.

The first thing he felt, was a giant, spongy baseball bat press against his entrance. The second thing he felt was that this was ridiculous, and it would never possibly fit inside him, and they might as well call it a day.

“What… Urm… am I supposed to… open up, or something?” he muttered, unsure as to how to proceed.

Meana didn’t tease, taking his arms and placing them on her shoulders.

“It’s fine, it just needs a bit of help, plus you need to relax.”

“I..I am relaxed.”

“Then why is your butthole as tight as a nun’s cunt?”

This made him laugh, automatically relaxing his ring, and as it did, Meana pulled his shoulders down, just enough to squeeze her cockhead into Billy’s newly open anus.

Billy squealed.

“HOOOHHHhhhh!!!! Meana, MEANA…. I-it won’t fit….!!!!”

The thing was widening his entrance to a circumference that it had never experienced before, as Billy scrunched his face up to try and deal with the sensations overtaking his lower half.

A whimper escaped his lips, and Billy pushed down on Meana’s shoulders to pull himself off her weapon, but Meana grabbed his head before he could think, pulling him into a tight kiss as everything in Billy just let go, his asshole relaxing as her tongue went deep inside his mouth.

Meana had to fight every single instinct in her body to slam herself up inside him, coaxing fluid into his mouth as she moaned, a hum which reverberated through his head.

It was over too soon, Billy panting as she drew back, watching him carefully.

They both stayed like that, eyeing each other, as Billy’s panicked breathing slowed to less jerked, but still heavy, expansions of his chest.

The thick head sitting snuggly in his asshole hurt a lot less than it had before the make-out session, although it wasn’t what he would define as ‘pleasurable’…. But he was more concerned with trying to get another kiss, leaning forward to prompt another wave of making out.

A finger pressed against his lips, halting him in his tracks.

“Not until you’re sat down like a good boy.”

Billy sniffed, steeling himself as he realised what he must do.

‘Don’t think about it. Just sit.’

“OHHhhhh,” Meana moaned, as the boy sank himself down a few inches further onto her shaft.

“HHNnn!”

His face became even tighter, eyelids screwed shut, and Billy found himself wondering how anyone could even achieve this, let alone think it was enjoyable.

Currently the hundred dollars was sounding quite unreasonable.

“HUMnnnnnuhhh!”

It was fortunate that Meana was incredible to look at, even if she was re-arranging his internal organs, and her little cooes and strokes of his cheek helped him swallow the difficulties of his predicament, her perfect lashes fluttering as she clearly enjoyed the feelings Billy was giving her, bright, glossy hair reflecting the glow of the bedside lamp.

“Good boy… Goooood boy…”

When she spoke to him like that, the uncomfortable feelings didn’t seem so bad.

Her hands pressed on his shoulders again, and Billy whimpered as he was guided down another few inches.

“You’re almost there,” muttered Meana fervently, “Oh you’re gonna love this, I promise.”

Billy didn’t believe it to be the case, and mewled as she grasped his hair and forced him down the final few inches, the heat and wetness of her cock alien to his sensitive insides, suddenly overpowered.

“H-..HUUUNNNnnn!!…”

Billy spasmed as she filled every last pocket of his insides.

“There, you’re so good, well done,” she hissed, marvelling at the way his anal tract hugged her cock from top to bottom, unable to contain her joy at the feeling of his body wrapped around her womanhood like the tightest pussy imaginable.

The smell of sweat was beginning to fill the room, and he whimpered as a tiny pocket of air escaped his ass in the form of an audible ‘pfft’ which had Meana giggling.

His feeling of total humiliation at having quietly farted whilst sat on a dream woman’s cock was not reciprocated by Meana, who seemed positively delighted at his emasculation.

“Oh, that happens sometimes,” she giggled, “now.. I believe you earned a reward.”

She grabbed his face and Billy moaned in relief as she kissed him, savaging his face in a way that was so aggressive that he found himself sucking her tongue in the most submissive way possible.

The taste of her was indescribable. Sweeter than the sweetest nectar.

She pulled back and her teeth grazed his lip, teasing him with another potential world-class kiss.

Billy didn’t know where to look, what to do….. the huge stick inside him was distracting him in a way that wasn’t as painful as it was before.

Meana pressed her forehead against his, eyelids fluttering as she smiled, clearly ecstatic at having forced her way inside him.

“Sh-shouldn’t we start the timer,” he managed to utter.

Her face fell a little.

“Oh yeah, sure” she muttered, grabbing her phone and snapping through the lock screen quickly.

“Is this alright?”

She showed him what looked like an ordinary timer app.

“Y-yeah…”

She turned the screen back to her, tapped it once, then locked it.

“Five minutes.”

They settled into a less-warm stare.

Being filled felt so weird.

He was sitting on a cock, and it was throbbing so hard against his inner walls that little stimulations were taking place all the way up his torso, emanating from that huge rod inside him like a reverse lightning conductor, infusing him with a build-up of energy.

Meana wasn’t smiling any more, her lip quivering, and one of her eyes was spasming just a touch. It was so incredible to see the loss of control on her face, and Billy realised he was probably doing the same, because his jaw was clenching every time a little zip of electricity hit his spine, his cock much more open in its arousal, leaking a little bit of pre-cum onto Meana’s belly.

She looked down, then back up at Billy.

Her expression was a knowing one.

“So… I guess you must not be feeling anything right?”

Billy’s eyebrows rose.

“Huh?.. uh… not… uhhnnn!.. n-not particularly….”

Billy couldn’t help his face reddening, feeling see-through as Meana’s face lit up.

Statements of nonchalance don’t work when you moan halfway through.

“Damnit… I guess you’re right… no self-respecting person would enjoy having a dick in their ass,” she said with a grin, as warm pre-cum dripped from Billy’s dick onto her belly button, some of it catching on the lip, forming a tiny pool of cum in the crevasse.

“Y-yeah… that’s right,” Billy squeaked, before one particularly beautiful throb from Meana’s cock set something off in his insides that he had absolutely no control over.

“HUUUNnnn.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” grinned Meana.

“Humm…. Nothing, it was nothinnnnHGGGGHHHHH!” Billy moaned into her face, as an accidental shift of his hips hit something deep inside that definitely wanted to be hit again.

“Oh, it seemed for just a second like you enjoyed it,” breathed Meana, enjoying the boy spasming on top of the cock buried inside him.

“OHHHHHhhh… n-uuhhh!” he squeaked as some warm liquid leaked from her cock and into his insides.

“What?” she said innocently, “something the matter?”

Billy’s knees were quivering, and he held onto Meana’s shoulders as something in him gave way, searching for a sitting position which didn’t stimulate anything, which only ended up stimulating more things.

“Huuhhhhhhnnn!” he groaned, a fresh wave of pre-cum dribbling down the sides of his cock, and Meana drank in the boy breaking himself on her like he was sat on the most invasive vibrator in the world.

“Look at me,” she said gently, and Billy rested scared eyes on her as the heat building up in his body overpowered his brain, taking in those gorgeous features now locked on his like he was in the finale of a five-year soap opera, and every second was spellbinding.

“Ride me.”

Billy squealed as something wonderful happened in his insides, tears building in his eyes as he tried to resist.

“H-how long leftttnghunn!”

She snorted, rolling her eyes as she searched for her phone, pretending not to find it as Billy spasmed on her cock.

“It’s th-there!!” he gasped, pointing to right next to her.

“Oh yes, silly me,” she muttered in a fake-surprised voice, picking it up and unlocking it slowly. “Oh that’s not the password… what WAS it….”

She ‘ummed’ and ‘ahhed’ as tears began to fall down Billy’s cheeks, now trying to stay as still as possible, but finding that wherever that cock sat, it just wouldn’t stop feeling incredible.

A wave of something overtook him, and for a second night turned to day as his insides lit up, cock spasming, gently leaking its stream of white medicine even as it flicked upwards like it was trying to launch gallons of cum into the air.

Meana watched as Billy’s back arched, face slack, eyes up in his head for a few seconds as it all overtook him, and then he was back, leaning on her, breathing heavily.

“You okay?” whispered Meana, herself dangerously close to filling the boy up like soup in a pinata, her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palm to control the lust coursing through her bloodstream.

“Yeaaah… fine,” he muttered, eyes lidded, “hhhhowwmuch timmmme….”

Meana snorted.

Incredible. The boy had just had an anal orgasm and was still trying to convince himself he wasn’t into it.

“Well sure honey, it’s… oh no, I didn’t set it!”

Billy’s eyes forced themselves open to stare at a screen which showed five, untouched minutes.

“B-buutt…..”

Meana’s face was a pout of insincere apology.

“Oh, I’m SO sorry Billy!!… I guess let’s put it at three and go from there? It’s only fair,” she said reasonably, changing it to a three and showing him.

He looked at her, or at least in her rough direction, as his eyes flicked upwards whenever he caught the ridge of her cock on a particular spot inside his butthole.

“UHnnnn!.. okkkayyyyyeeee…”

“Here we go!” she said in a sunny voice, clicking on the screen and locking it before he could see that she hadn’t started the timer again, before chucking it over her shoulder, far away.

Then her hands grabbed his hips.

“Oh, I think my legs are a little achy…. Do you mind if I move you just a tad?”

Billy’s hands flexed on her shoulders in time with her cock throbbing inside him.

“Y..yeahhh… yeahhh,” he breathed, although whether he was answering her request was unclear.

“Excellent,” she whispered, more to herself than to Billy, and she began to move him in circles on her lap, a wolfish grin reaching her face as she watched him utter little mewls and yips of forced pleasure.

“Uhnnn!”

“Haiiuuhhhh.”

“EYYYUHHHNNNN!”

Billy gurned as her cock churned up his insides, the heat and presence filling him as Meana devoted every iota of her being to the task of turning him into a cock-loving dick-whore.

“Ooh, I’ve not heard that sound before,” she tittered as he keened like a dog.

It was simply overwhelming, his brain turned to mush as he gripped her shoulders for dear life, leant back with his head staring at the ceiling as he lost all grips with reality, her cock the source of his every whim and desire as Meana fed it to him, coaxing his body into submissive ecstasy.

“Oh, I think I know how to make things a little easier…” she said, concentration intense on her face as she licked her lips, “…. Let’s go up and down a bit…..”

He didn’t even respond, enjoying the way she was pleasuring him too much to hear words.

Then his hips were being lifted, and Billy groaned as a space opened up in his body, a large, empty space, where all his inhibitions and worries poured back into him.

“W.. wha……”

He didn’t have to endure it for long, as Meana pulled him back down with the strength of an Olympic weightlifter, smacking his ass down onto her lap creating a huge *SCHWAPP* sound that might have sounded like someone was being flogged due to how sharp it was.

“HUUHHHHNNNNN!” screamed Billy as he was speared on the end of a horse-cock, and this time he was wrenched back to the present, into the face of the girl who was balls-deep in his ass.

“You like my dick in your ass don’tcha,” she sneered.

“MMMGUHHhh!” he moaned as she rotated again.

“DON’TCHA!”

“YEAUUUUUHHHH,” he gurned, as she evilly stimulated every inch of his anal wall she could lay her penis on.

“Take it like a good boy,” she uttered as she flung him up in the air, and snatched him back down again.

*SCHWAPP*

Billy squealed, and then the air was rent with cries, moans and those heavy slaps as Meana began to pound him, never taking her eyes away from his as he capitulated in the face of overwhelming force, hair flying up and down because of the speed at which she was trampolining him on her lap.

“FUUUAAAIIIihhh – HA-HA-HAGHhhhh!”

“That’s it *UGH!* baby, you gonna *UGH* take my cock huh? Huh?!! *UGHHH YEEUUUHHHHH!*”

Meana’s ass bounced on the bed, springs screaming under her weight as she flattened a semi-circle into the mattress with her incredible ass plus the force of Billy’s body being pulled down onto her, and the creaking of metal springs joined the cacophony as they engaged in the loudest sex imaginable.

Meana’s quads flexed as she bounced Billy up and down, arms pistoning, sinking him onto her shaft like a glorified fleshlight, pounding his lights out whilst he spasmed in her arms, making him scream as another full-body orgasm was force-fed into his anus.

“OHMMMYGOD..OHMYGOOODDDYYEEHUHUHNNN!!!!”

Meana laughed at the whites of his eyes as he stared at the inside of his skull, sweat dappling his forehead and stinging her nostrils as the smell of Billy’s pre-cum, which at this point was forming a sheen of translucence across Meana’s belly, thrummed through her nostrils, invigorating her to try and force more of herself into his battered body.

Billy squealed as his hips connected with her legs, and for the first time he noticed large plums rebounding off his butt-cheeks.

If he had been able to think, or process information, he would have realised her giant ballsack was catapulting against his butt, sloshing with man-seed.

“HUHhh… GuhhhhfffmM-Mee!-ean!-nna!-aa!,” he drooled, as saliva ran down the sides of his cheeks, flying up and down like he was enthusiastically riding a pogo stick, except the stick was inside him, and breeding his ass.

Meana’s balls were tight, but she fought back the rising tide with all her might. This boy needed to be fucked to hell and back, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy this night to its fullest.

“I *ughhh!*, Love *huh!* AmericaUUHGGHH!”

She was loving the inability of Billy to defend himself as he was ravaged, with no-one to save him from having his inner treasures plundered by Meana’s donkey dick.

Her lips curled into a snarl as she feverishly slammed away at his insides, but she softened when noticing the faint smile that reached Billy’s slack-jawed face as another raging orgasm ripped through him, and when his trembles died down he was seeing through lidded eyes, arms weak as they held onto his conqueror.

“That’s so good… *Hnnn*… Now you’re never going to escape me,” she breathed into his ear, slowing into a more love-making pace, and now Billy’s hips were rocking forwards and backs like he was a cowboy riding a horse into town, his little cock patting Meana’s belly.

She glanced down and giggled in delight at the way she barely felt it, such was the lack of weight of his manhood.

Just the cutest thing.

“You’re the best little boy aren’t you Billy,” Meana whispered, hilting her cock inside him which hit all the best places, making the boy exhale sharply.

“Yyyeh,” he squeaked, arms shaking from the sequence of intense pleasure which had forced his heartrate and body to a million miles an hour.

“Little slut,” she added, placing a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Mmm,” he sighed, and Meana began to stick dirty kisses all over his face, making sure to leave saliva on each one so that by the time she had finished, Billy’s face was nearly as wet as his cock was.

“You’re gonna take my cum, yeah?” she whispered.

He managed to meet her eyes, although how much he was able to process was debatable.

“Mmeannaaa….”

“I think that’s a yes,” she whispered, before biting down on the flesh of his neck, leaving a nice proud hickey for him to show his friends.

The two ground against each other, and Billy was now finding a weak canter on Meana’s incredibly invasive saddle that had him moaning like a zombie as his entire life of deluded masculinity was brought to its knees.

Her cock was the best thing ever.

He tried a particularly high bounce which nearly broke his brain, blurting out a high-pitched squeal, because his sensitive anal walls had smacked down onto Meana’s cock with a depth that he needed in his soul.

“HAIIHHuhhh!”

“OH, don’t stop you naughty boy!” cooed Meana, watching him ride her dick whilst touching all the parts of him she wanted, tweaking his nipples, patting his butt, stroking his belly like a newly pregnant wife.

“Gonna put a baby in there,” she whispered. She wasn’t even sure what she was saying any more, but it felt so right.

She groaned as he began to pump up and down, sheathing himself on her cock so it disappeared entirely from view, and when he raised himself up, it was like a dirty magic trick, a giant cock revealed from nowhere, before being swallowed up by his greedy insides once more.

“Good boy!!!”

“Yeah, yeah…. Yeeeah….”

Billy was riding Meana with wanton abandon now, reaching so high his nipples were flying past her head with each bounce, and both people could feel the tension rising, each thrust a bit move venomous, each comedown sharper and harder. Meana was red in the face from trying to stop herself from finishing, but then Billy came down to the base of her crotch, all ten inches pulsing inside him, and looked her in the eye with furious lust as a rope of his cum launched into the air, splattering onto her face.

She heaved as her balls cut off all resistance and reacted with pure aggression, ejecting a ton of bull-semen which zipped up her shift, exploding in Billy’s ass like a watercannon.

“HUHHHHHHhh!” squealed Billy as he simultaneously released and received wave after wave of ejaculate, mesmerised by the incredible sensation of being filled as a lake of warmth spread through his insides.

His glazed expression was unable to process the laughably inferior ropes springing from his cock, splattering up onto Meana’s chin and nose as she opened her mouth to catch his love after the brutal opening salvo of her donut filling release, gurning every time another huge batch of semen sloshed up her urethra and into his core.

“mhh God bbbbby, that’shho ghhooooooood….”

Meana moaned through the cum falling on her lips as Billy swooned, undone by her womanhood, an emasculated, destroyed man.

No, he wasn’t a man.

He was her boy now.

The two figures writhed together, locked in a sticky embrace, and when they had both stopped jerking and jiggling, Billy laid his eyes on a woman with icing dripping across her whole front, smiling at him as she licked his cum from her lips.

Usually a part of him would have considered the sight slutty as hell, but it was a moot point when she had just dumped a mountain of cum in his ass after pounding it for the last half-hour.

Meana’s chest was heaving as she stroked his cheek.

“Ohhhh boy, we’re going to have to take some time to ourselves…. There’s no way I’m passing up a chance to tap that ass again.”

Billy gurned as she softly bumped their hips, causing an internal earthquake, and his hands found her shoulders as she giggled, grazing her teeth across his lips, teasing him with the possibilities of a kiss before drawing back again.

He followed her desperately, but she evaded him, just out of reach.

“Oh you need me don’t you,” she breathed, bringing those lips to his ear instead, voice deep with need.

A few jerked breathes escaped her as his anal ring spasmed uncontrollably on the base of her cock, and hands clammy with sweat came to his ass and back, rubbing his skin with dirty moisture as Meana enveloped him in her presence.

As they moaned and shook in each other’s arms, a titter came from the door.

Billy’s head jerked round to see the door open a crack, and gobsmacked faces and grins as the party members ogled his ass, which was being openly plugged by Meana’s humungous cock.

“HEY!”

The people squealed, slamming the door closed and thudding back down the hallway, and Billy moaned as he heard the screams of laughter from outside as his social life was flushed down the toilet.

He let out a sob, broken, until a hand brought his chin up to look into loving eyes.

The embarrassment and confusion dissipated like clouds on a summer’s day.

“I’m here,” she said.

Billy felt the twitch of her cock as he bit his lip, and a zip of pleasure ran up the length of his spine.

“W-want to come back to mine?”

The way her eyes crinkled as she laughed was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“Ohhhhh I guess I could be convinced, but first I think we need to get something straight between us.”

“huh?”

She clamped her hands to his ass cheeks and pulled him into the air.

Billy’s legs automatically wrapped around her, arms clinging to her shoulders as she carried him, and before he could think she had begun to fuck him in mid-air.

“OHhhHHHH!”

*THWAP THWAP THWAP*

Her gaze could have melted steel, and she bared her teeth, unleashing a monster that he was not prepared for.

“UGHHGHHHGHGHAIIIAHHHHH!”

She began to motor, and he groused as she terrorised his asshole with hip thrusts so heavy it was like she was trying to break him in two and storm his insides as she aggressively dug her nails into his fat cheeks.

“MEAANNnaUHH-UHHUGH-GH-GH-GH!!!”

Billy’s arms clung to her for dear life as she bred him, squealing, defenceless in mid-air.

“MMNN!-MMN!-MUUHHNNNNNNN!!!!”

Minutes passed as Billy’s whole body shook, and the smell of his cum on her face was beginning to thicken as a sliver of it hung from her chin like a bulldog’s drool, her growling, snarling face pressed against his forehead as her hips slammed up into his ass again and again.

The orgasm that hit this time was pure animalistic pleasure, the sounds coming from his lips wet and gurgling as Meana pressed the pleasure button that couldn’t be fought, only enjoyed.

Toes curled, and a heavy batch of pre-cum warmed his insides as Meana let out a crazed leer.

Eventually, after a further ten minutes of hard fucking, she carried him to the bed and fell on top of him, weighing down on him heavily with sweaty tits on his chest, hips glued together in a full missionary position.

He gasped as she grabbed his chin and turned it harshly to face her, before turning their rutting animal sex into deep, burning lovemaking.

Billy went from screaming to sighing as she attempted to spread her seed in his womb, and anyone who had been watching would have seen a true baby-making rhythm as she fucked him like a husband fucking his wife on their wedding night, deep and passionate.

She kept her blue eyes locked on his as she butted the back of his legs, making the penetrations that little bit more invasive, that little bit more meaningful every time she sandwiched him into the bed, arms tightening on his sides in a harsh massage that worked its way to every inch of his body.

The bed creaks became endless, interwoven with sweaty moans and urgent cries as the two figures wrestled in a grunting embrace, the pretty, heaving figure on top so aroused and in heat that she couldn’t have stopped even if she’d wanted to.

The party music outside died down, but still the two continued, a dark shade of blue filtering through the windows as the sun began to creep up from its reluctant hiding place.

“Mmmaybe we should stop,” moaned Meana, sweat dripping down her forehead, drool collecting at the sides of wet lips and mixing with the cum which was hanging from her face as she put another aching dick-thrust right to his centre, making Billy writhe.

“NOoooooooo,” he whined, arching his hips so she could put another straight into him.

“Ookay.”

Their bellies and chests became slick with bodily fluids, and when Mean came in to kiss him, he didn’t even hesitate when the taste of his own cum hit his tastebuds, sucking down semen from her face as she kissed him so sloppily that it looked like someone had laminated them both from the neck up, after which they finally sucked their tongues back into their original resting places.

Just as Billy was about to hit his peak again, eyes widening in readiness, the door flew open and Alecia stormed in, looking haggard.

“Guys, it’s FIVE AM, and…. “

She froze as it looked like someone had grabbed her by the throat, and Billy just about managed to grasp her reaction through the ecstatic haze enveloping his senses as her nostrils flared, and then a hand went over her mouth as a long spurt of ejaculate launched from Billy’s dick onto his belly button.

“EWWWWW GROSS!!!!”

She looked down at the huge wet patch the figures were embraced on top of, the sheen on Mean’s back, the girl’s guilty face which looked like it had just been dunked in a tub full of donut icing and hair gel, and turned her eyes away in horror, hands out to try and unsee the two huge balls snug against the fully naked asshole of her most certainly no-longer virgin friend Billy.

“Oh God… I-I’ll sleep on the couch… you guys just… do what you have to do… Jeees….”

With that she staggered out, slamming the door closed, thinking how she would probably have to replace the entire bedroom, much less the sheets, after those two were finished with it.

Billy was still juddering, involuntary shakes hitting his legs wrapped around Meana as the girl let out an awkward chuckle.

“Hmmm… maybe she’s right, we should get a little sleep…”

Billy watched her lips moving, and pressed his own against them.

“.. it might mPHHhh-!… mmmh…..”

Meana relaxed her weight back down on top of him as they kissed without tongues, gentle nudges of appreciation for the sweetness of the other.

“Okay then…. You asked for it,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” he mewled, like a girl asking for a sweetie.

Meana felt her calves become taut, legs setting themselves once more to re-enter her boy at speed.

God he knew how to push her buttons.

“Good boy….”