Page 151 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
“Slutty boys,” I added, my cock pulsing between my legs. “Slutty boys who tempt their counselors into quiet corners because they want their pussies played with.”
“Y-yes.”
Christ, he was just as unhinged as I was.
Fucking amazing.
When he was loose enough, I slipped my fingers free. Immediately, they felt cold, no longer enveloped in his heat. After liberally lubing up the blue dildo, I shuddered, grabbed his ass cheek with still-sticky fingers, pulled him open, and notched the blunt tip against his hole.
“Ready?”
“Y-yes.”
George jerked, but otherwise didn’t react. Not when I gave his hole a rub, or when the round crown of the dildo popped right in. It was somewhat see-through, not enough to give me a really clear view, but certainly enough that as it slipped inside I could see the stretch of his inner walls.
“God, you were made for this,” I groaned. “Bear down.” He did as he was told. “There we go.” Another inch slipped in. I’d never been jealous of silicone before but I was now as I stared at the way George’s hole stretched around his toy, welcoming it deeper and deeper. With every inch that sank inside, his body became more lax, as though the tension was being fucked right out of him.
“A-Alex,” George gasped when it finally slid home, the flared base snugagainst his cheeks. I gave the base a little snap to enjoy the way he jerked.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” I promised, nudging his neck with my nose and fluttering a half dozen kisses onto the sunburned skin. “You feel that?” He whimpered.
“F-full.”
“Yeah you are. You’re so full. Nine fucking inches, and that tiny little hole took it all.” I pulled the toy out an inch, teeth sinking into his shoulder, finally getting to bite him like I’d so desperately wanted. George responded to the bite beautifully, his chest shuddering shallowly as he struggled to pull in a breath. “I wonder what else you can take.”
“Nnngh,” he whimpered as I slapped the base back against him, fucking him full again.
“Could you take me too?” I wondered out loud after releasing him, a pink bite standing stark against his already flushed skin. Glancing down, I was absorbed in my own fantasy. When I wiggled the toy his hole simply gave, well-fucked already. I wanted inside. So fucking bad. Wanted to shove my hard cock in beside the dildo and feel him give for me. Could I…? No. That was ridiculous… There was no way he…
Could he?
Could he fit both?
“How do you feel about double penetration?” I asked him, listening to the squelch of the toy moving in and out. His hips wiggled to meet every slap of my hand, knees quaking. “Color, Georgie?”
“G-Green. So green.” I’d never heard his voice do that. There was nothing but open obedience and eagerness inside it. Like he wasn’t self-conscious anymore. “Green, green, green?—”
“Okay.” Fucking him harder, my dick pressed insistently against the seam of my shorts. “Fuck yes.” I shoved my shorts down below my balls, cock springing free and immediately skimming George’s ass. “Fuck yes.”
I’d need to finger him again. Push in beside the toy—make sure there wasroom, that I wouldn’t hurt him. But while I did that there was no harm in rutting against him, was there? Smearing my cum around and marking my territory.
“You’re not going to let anyone else see you like this,” I warned, uncapping the lube and pouring more directly on his twitching hole. He flinched, and I grinned. “You’re my slut now. All fucking summer, you hear me? No one else is going to know what your hole looks like stuffed full and puffy.”
“Just yours,” George agreed.
“And you’re not going to tell the other counselors,” I added, fingers slipping in beside the blue toy eagerly. George whimpered, nodding his head up and down in agreement. “It’s our little secret.”
“Ye-es.” His hole gave easily. Far more easily than I’d expected. Barely any resistance at all as I wiggled another finger beside the first. Jesus Christ, he was stretched so fucking wide. How was that physically possible? He was…fuck. He was a wonder.
My cock ached, slick and hard as nails, rubbing against George’s body and leaving streaks of pre-cum in its wake. It glistened on his skin, decorating him like he was mine. Because he was. Right now—George was mine. Body, mind, and soul.
“Doing so good, baby,” I growled, fucking the dildo in hard so I could feel him clench around my fingers. “So fucking responsive. Jesus. You have no idea how pretty you look right now. Like a goddamn porno.”
“Nmmn,” George’s reply was incoherent at best.
He was so hot inside. Fucking slippery and amazing and soft, in perfect contrast to the harder edges of the toy stretching him open. The silicone had begun to warm, matching his body temperature, and I could not wait to get my dick in there.
“Ready?” I confirmed, waiting for his go-ahead before I slipped my fingers free.
