Moonlit Confession

everyone is a consenting adult*

Back in the bedroom, they shut the window, chilly now that night was falling. The cool bedroom air shrank their flesh into tight goosepimples, and they hurried under the blanket together, snuggling.

"OK mister, here's the plan," she began, one leg over his thighs, a hand cradling his heavy, sagging testicles.

"We're going to get dressed and finally finish studying. You're putting a thong on, obviously, but that's it, no funny business. We get through the work first, then I take what I want, then we get some sleep. Sound like a plan?"

"Why do you always dress me up in girls' underwear?" He laughed good naturedly.

"It's horny, I don't know," she mock-complained.

"I find the string brings my awareness to my ass, and I want you thinking about it, about having my cock in there. Plus they're hot, and you've got the perfect ass for them. It's so juicy!"

She flung back the covers, bouncing up to her knees.

"Thong time, thong time, thong time!", she chanted, pushing him off the edge of the bed.

He rolled to his feet laughing, allowing her to drag him to the chest of drawers.

"Time for something demure, I think," she mused, rifling through the drawer.

"I want something delicate and tasteful. It's gonna contrast beautifully with the absolutely filthy pounding I'm gonna give you."

He looked concerned, but she ignored him, continuing.

"Oooh, I cannot wait! I'm gonna destroy your poor little butthole."

Her dick was stirring ominously, a heavy semi dangling away from her body as she trawled through the collection of tiny panties.

"And when I do, it's gonna look so hot in... these!" She turned, legs spread, one arm cocked confidently on her hip, dangling a delicate white lace thong from her finger.

She looked at him, legs akimbo, her heavy member dominating his attention, smiling slightly.

"Are these bridal panties?", he asked incredulous, reaching out to grab them.

"Uh huh!" She gushed, pleased with herself.

"Where did you even buy them? Never mind, let's do some work," he muttered, sliding them on.

They were a little ridiculous, completely the wrong shape to contain his package, but from behind... *Mmm mmm mmm - he looks so fuckable,* she thought.

She contained her enthusiasm as they pulled on some comfy layers and returned to work, exchanging notes on trickier questions in the worksheet.

They were surprisingly productive, both silently agreeing to a break from the intensity of their physicality over the past few hours.

But after a while, Sarah became distracted, his shoulder pressing into hers as they lay on the bed poring over a textbook together. She looked over, close to his face, his brow furrowed in though, nostrils twitching as he frowned down at the page. He had such a cute nose, a flat, round button shape.

He glanced up, feeling her stare, and went to speak an inquisitive "what" when she crushed her lips into his, bumping their noses together awkwardly. He kissed her back, surprised, feeling a warmth rise through his belly.

Sarah pressed on his shoulder, pushing him to roll over onto his back, and laid down on top of him, one thigh pushing between his, grinding herself into his lap while she bit his lip and moaned.

"Study time over," she managed between kisses.

She buried her head in his neck and licked, nuzzling. He laughed, tickled and sensitive, and she pushed up off him, pulling her shirt over her head, racing to get his off too, awkwardly undressing them both and somehow making a worse job of it than if they'd done so individually.

"Get naked! Now!", she ordered futilely, laughing at her own ineptitude, trying to yank his pants off while sitting on top of them.

They were finally stripped down to underwear, breathless and giggling, when she paused, suddenly serious.

"We can just go to sleep if you want," she offered, hesitant, eyes wide.

He understood what she meant - an offer for something less physical, more serious. She looked nervous and unsure, and he reached out to cup her face.

"It's ok, I get it." He paused, drinking her in, her dark eyes flicking across his features.

"But I believe I was promised some gentle, loving intimacy?" Her whole expression morphed slowly, into cheeky disbelief.

"Like fuck you were!", she exclaimed, laughing as she punched him in the shoulder.

"Just for that, you're gonna get it." She yanked at his heavy torso, trying to get him to move.

"Gnhhhh... Roll over so I can have my way with you!"

He laughed, playfully refusing to comply, so she switched tactics.

"Fine! Mouth it is!" She pounced, straddling his head, pulling her growing cock out of her panties to beat him about the lips and chin. It made a heavy, thudding slapping noise, and he laughed in shock.

"Mouth open!" She ordered, and he finally obeyed, his tongue flickering over her sensitive head as it pressed its way inside.

She sank her hips down, pushing inside, her thick softness bowing as it snaked into him. She could feel herself stiffening, pressing up against his teeth at the awkward angle, the sharp, scraping pressure intense against her shaft, sensitive after their heavy session earlier.

"What a lucky girl I am,* she thought to herself, enjoying the sight of her cute little sub's mouth wedged open, drooling out the sides as she slid back and forth, his mouth making gorgeous, wet sounds as he breathed around her girth.

She withdrew, fully hard now, her heavy thickness smearing ominously across his face as she ground her hips down, dominating him. She lifted slightly to drop her balls onto his waiting tongue, hefting her girth as she enjoyed the gentle tickling sensations of his slow laps, hot exhalations tickling at her perineum.

This time, he complied obediently when she lifted up and demanded he roll over, arms demurely by his side, legs pressed together, his ass plump and waiting.

She pulled a different lube out of the bedside table. "I'm gonna use a silicone lube tonight. It's stickier, but it lasts a lot longer."

The dense liquid was falling slowly out of the cap as she squeezed the bottle, and she worked it carefully across her length, looking around for something to wipe her hand on. It had a bad habit of getting everywhere when she wasn't careful.

Settling for an old t-shirt from the floor, she wiped her hands carefully, turning back to look at his prone form. He was gorgeous, submissive and still, waiting for her to come and claim him. She crawled up behind him, resting her hands on his cheeks, smiling as they clenched reflexively. She stroked playfully, a few gentle slaps ringing out, then shook them fiercely, his asshole flashing at her behind the dainty bridal wear.

Sarah slowly hooked a finger into the thong, pulling it out far to the side so it caught on one of his soft cheeks, then spread his crack with one hand to line herself up with his tense, waiting tightness. She rested the tip at his sphincter, hot and threatening, pausing to savour the moment.

"Do you consent to let me stick this big cock in your hot, tight little ass?", she checked, playfully.

"I do," came the muffled, joking reply from further down the bed.

"Always good to confirm," she bantered, before bearing down heavily. "Get ready boy, here it comes."

She watched as his ring stretched achingly slowly, expanding to accommodate her wide shovel tip. She could feel his legs tensing as he worked to relax, but she didn't stop, keeping up a firm, insistent pressure, sinking slowly inch after inch deeper.

He could feel every ridge and vessel on her shaft as it stretched him out, mind overwhelmed by the insistent signals raging from lower down his body. His hands reached to the sides, shoulders flexing as he clenched at the bedsheets, legs trapped under her weight, her inexorable progress pushing at his insides, rearranging him.

"Fuuuck," she groaned as she sank to the base, her balls pressed up at the undersides of his cheeks.

It was an obscene view, his ass split in two by her meaty shaft. She raked her claws across his skin gently to stimulate him even further.

He breathed, attempting to relax and accept her, sphincter trembling around her base, milking her shaft, sending waves of pleasure through them both. She collapsed down on top of him, breathing heavily in his ear, grinding her hips into his pillowy cheeks as she bottomed out inside him.

"That feels incredible," she breathed into his ear, nibbling at the lobe as she withdrew slowly.

He let out a low, husky moan as he felt her retreating, an emptying sensation that quickly transformed into intense, stretching pleasure as she sank back inside. They moaned together, breathing in sync, lost in the pleasure of the slow, aching rhythm.

Sarah reached for his balled hands and clenched them in a tight grip, slipping her feet in between his legs to force them out to the sides, holding him open as she worked what felt like a steel bar slowly back and forth inside him. She drooled mindlessly, so intent on the primordial, tight sensation of sawing back and forth inside him.

She forced his legs even wider, opening his hips and intensifying the sensations, her cock bullying its way deep inside, moulding him to her shape, demanding space and attention. He was gasping, the slow torturous pace setting his mind adrift as he floated above the repetitive, intense physical pattern.