“Master,” the Genie whispered, “I’m gonna go ahead and turn your cock back on, k?”
George said nothing, but his cock responded immediately, hardening so fast it made Lacy jump when it swung up between the layers of her magnificent cake.
“Oh!” she squealed. “Looks like someone’s not too good for me after all. About damn time.” After fiddling with her phone for a few moments, some smooth, lo-fi hip-hop began playing from a small speaker in the corner cabinet. Then, using George’s strong neck, Lacy hung back and ground her hips into his lap. Her entire body writhed on top of him in a choreographed, well-practiced tease. She had a lot of ground to cover now that he’d hardened to his full length, and she used all of it as a stage. Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing carried soft little moans, which got louder as she worked herself up.
“Master, you can touch her back. She’s not expecting it, but she wants it.”
“Alright,” he swallowed. “Any particular way?”
“No. Do what comes naturally. She’s going to love it, I promise.”
He didn’t have to think very hard about what he wanted to touch first. Lacy had been chesty since puberty and had become very popular as a result. George may not have liked her personality much, but he couldn’t deny how sexy Lacy turned out to be. And now, with her knockers enhanced further, she’d taken herself out of girl next door territory and into fuck bunny country. They seemed unnaturally full and perky but maintained a soft and supple bounce. They were wonders of medical engineering, and she wielded them masterfully.
George slid his big soft hands up her thighs and hips, grabbed her huge tits, and mauled them roughly. Lacy was caught unaware and gasped. But before she could protest, George pulled her close, took one of her nipples into his mouth, and swirled his wet, velvety tongue around it.
“Oooh, yes! Oh yeah, suck on my tits! Oh my God!”
Taking her reactions as clues, George played rough with those oversized melons, rubbing and squeezing with his hands, licking and sucking with his mouth. He felt the rush of adrenaline and a surge of lust make his cock flex into her moistening cuntlips. That primal beast he’d indulged just a few hours ago was already thrashing against its civilized confines, yearning to pound the ever-living fuck out of her until she was a whimpering pile of meat.
Lacy giggled seductively. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, nerd. All this time, I thought you were just a dumb, oafish pervert, but you’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” She reached behind her, grabbed his cock, still clad in his shorts, and pressed it against her ass until she was jerking it with her cheeks. When she spoke, her words were drenched in a sexy, subtle purr. “I’ve been around. I know what boys like you want. You’re playing nice for now, but I know. You’d give anything to bend me over on this mat and ram your hard cock deep inside me. There’s a repressed sexual demon within you that needs to ruin my tight little pussy. To hear me cry out your name while you unload a gallon of baby batter deep in my womb. Am I on the pill? Fuck it, who cares.”
“Oh, fuck,” moaned the Genie, who was somehow getting herself off, even as a spirit.
George was in awe of how comfortable she was with her sexuality. This was a woman, like the Genie, who understood her power and wasn't ashamed to use it. But he had to stay in control. He wasn’t there to get his rocks off. He needed to convince Lacy to do the right thing and help Piper, even against her own interests. However, for George, this wasn’t just about finding Piper anymore. They were laying the groundwork for their relationship going forward, and what George truly wished for was to be the best thing to ever happen to her.
He released her nipple with a pop and dragged his tongue around her oversized funbags and into her deep cleavage, planting kisses wherever he went. Lacy held on to the back of his head, her fingers entwined in his hair. “Counter, counter, counteroffer,” he said when his mouth wasn’t full of tit.
“Urgh!” she growled. “What is it now?”
“I’ll give you everything. The footage, the Sundays, and more. Anything else you want.”
Lacy bounced in his lap. “Yes? Anything?”
George gazed hungrily into her eyes and replied in a husky voice, “Anything. But, you have to ask me nicely.”
Suddenly, George felt her body shiver. The Genie commented, “Ooh, you struck gold there, Master. Her pussy just melted.”
Lacy threw her head back to mask her pleasurable outburst and groaned, feigning indignation. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Here I am, offering myself up to you on a silver platter, your big gorilla hands groping me, and that’s still not enough for you?”
Her whining was enough to let George’s primal desires take over very briefly. He grabbed her perfect ass with both hands and shifted her around until the head of his cock was mashing into her clit. Her eyes went wide, and she squealed, amazed at his brazenness. If not for the layers of fabric in the way, he’d have been balls deep inside her, and she knew it.
His lust for her begged to take over. George held her gaze and whispered. “It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.”
Lacy’s mouth hung open in astonishment. This wasn’t the same George Everhart she’d abused for years. He was no longer the pathetic, shy boy who wouldn’t fight back no matter how badly she treated him or how much she wanted him to. Instead, she was now in the clutches of a frighteningly powerful beast, and she’d never been so excited.
But Lacy was never one to just agree to anything. The compulsion to have the last word was strong. So, she quickly came up with one final stipulation. “Okay, okay, okay!” Suddenly, Lacy grabbed a fistful of his hair and painfully yanked his head back. “Slow your roll, big boy. We have a deal. But let me make something abundantly clear. If you piss me off, get in my way, or tell anybody about this, I’ll tell Coach what you’re up to. And trust me, if it’s my word against yours, my tits are way better.”
The Genie giggled. “Aw, she’s so cute when she’s vulnerable, acting like this is some kind of chore. Don’t be fooled, Master. The girl is desperate for you. Ms. Summers doesn’t know it yet, but she belongs in your harem.” George felt the Genie’s phantom fingers stroking his face, her hot breath on his ear. “It’s inevitable.”
Upon hearing the Genie’s sultry voice announce his impending victory, George could only grin. The pain from his scalp was intense, but George was no stranger to pain, and this little tug was nothing for him. At the curse’s peak, he’d endured worse washing his own hair. Indeed, looking back, all the pain and misery Lacy had subjected him to seemed petty by comparison. More importantly, he’d found a path forward that didn’t require him to subvert Lacy’s free will. Despite his inclinations to the contrary, he was proud of himself.
Lacy tightened her grip on his hair and pulled a little harder. “Well, Georgie boy? Will you show me how far you’ll go for a maiden in distress? Will you be my toy?”
With his cock hard and his conscience assuaged, George crooned the magic words. “As you wish.”
She immediately let go of his hair and began brushing it gently instead. She gazed hungrily into his eyes and purred, “I really like the way you say that.”
He gazed back. “I’m here to please. Now, about Piper…”
“What? Are you in a hurry?” she asked playfully.
“A little bit, yeah.”
Lacy looked away, cowed slightly by George’s focus not being squarely on her. But she regained her composure quickly. “Oh, chill out. I’ll tell you. I just want to play with you first. You’re not denying me, are you?”
George detected a hint of insecurity in her voice and sought to reassure her. “I won’t deny you. I’m yours. It’s just… clock is ticking.”
“Well then, while I have you, I’d better make good use of you.” With that, Lacy slid off his lap and backed away a few steps. “Stand up,” she commanded. However, when George began to stand, she raised her hand to stop him. “Ah ah ah, what do you say when I want something?”
George rolled his eyes but complied regardless. “As you wish,” he replied in a low voice. All the while, he kept thinking that every moment spent playing with Lacy was one fewer he had to find Piper.
She could hardly contain her excitement as her grin widened. “Socks and shoes, lose 'em.”
“Oooh, she didn’t ask nicely, Master. Cockslap this ho!”
George sniggered at the Genie’s outburst, prompting Lacy to ask, “Something funny?”
He recovered and replied, “You didn’t ask very nicely.”
Lacy stared daggers at him and scowled.
But George didn’t budge. “That was our deal,” he shrugged.
Flustered, Lacy had to take a few moments to figure out how to proceed. Asking nicely clearly didn’t come naturally to her. She figured it out, finally, and said, “Would you… would you please take your socks and shoes off?” The words seemed painful.
“As you wish.” He obeyed, kicking his shoes into the corner and hopping clumsily as he pulled off his socks. “Just so you know, I don’t need you to be so formal.”
“Fine, whatever,” she sneered. “You’re shirt, um…” she fidgeted a bit, then scooped her breasts back up in her arm, covering them. “I’d like you to take your shirt off.”
George hesitated out of reflexive embarrassment. He’d always seen himself as hideous, and others’ comments only reinforced that notion. The Genie picked up on his negative thoughts and threw him her support. “You’re hot, Master. She wants to see you without clothes because she thinks you're hot. Stand tall. Be proud. Because she has no idea how incredible her new toy really is. And I’m not just talking about your body.”
He swallowed, then again said, “As you wish.” He reached under the hem of his tight tank top and took a deep breath before slowly peeling it over his head, revealing muscular definition in his chest and abdominals. He tossed the shirt into a pile with his socks and shoes and fought back a chill that swept over him.
George’s overall frame hadn’t changed much. He had always been tall and broad and big-boned. But now, he was much more defined, with deep lines carving down to his pelvis and leading into his low-hanging shorts. He had the bad habit of slouching, but the Genie reminded him to stand tall, so he did.
Lacy looked him up and down, trying to stay aloof like she was an appraiser in an art gallery. But she couldn’t help but chew her lower lip and run a hand up to the back of her neck as the lustful thoughts broke through her tough girl facade.
George noticed Lacy’s arousal and felt a small amount of pride creep up on him. “Does this please you, Mistress?” he asked.
She spoke as if in a daze. “You can’t tell with those smelly hoodies you wear, but you look really…” She stopped as she suddenly realized she was supposed to be in control, and her resting bitch face returned. “Okay... You’re just okay. Which is better than I thought, but that isn’t saying much, so don’t think about it too hard.” Her gaze finally lowered to his package. “I want to see it.” Then, she looked him in the eyes and said, “Take out your cock, slowly, and give me a good up-close look. Let’s see what I have to work with.”
Suddenly, Lacy yelped as her legs turned to jelly, and she fell to her knees before him. George was about to ask if she was okay, but the Genie stopped him. “You should be on your knees for this, girl. And Master, I think she could’ve said that a bit nicer, don’t you think?”
Lacy was trying to stand up but stopped when George stepped forward until the tent in his shorts was mere inches from her nose. She looked up at him nervously but smiled as he pulled his shorts down a few inches until the base of his shaft was visible. Her big blue eyes locked on his cock as she bit her lip in restless anticipation.
He stopped. “What do you say?”
“Please,” she said without any fuss.
“Make her say it,” the Genie pleaded. “I need to hear her say it, Master.”
George was worried this might be too pedantic but trusted the Genie. “Please, what?”
To his surprise, Lacy didn’t protest. Instead, she stared at the obscene outline of his throbbing dick through his shorts and swallowed. “Would you please… show me that big hard cock?”
“As you wish,” he said finally. He reached into his shorts, took hold of the base, and flipped its fully engorged length into view just a breath away from Lacy’s devouring eyes.
She inhaled sharply, moaning as she took in his scent. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “H-How is it…? It’s so fucking huge.” She reached out and tried to get her fingers around it, but they couldn’t quite touch. “I can’t believe…” she trailed off as she delighted in the difficulty she had manipulating it.
But then, she remembered herself and sneered, “Yes, congrats. You have a big dick. It’s whatever. I’ve seen way bigger.”
“Yeah, in that monster rape hentai you love getting off to,” quipped the Genie.
She hefted his shaft up against his stomach and inspected his trimmed sack. “Holy fuck, and these balls,” she gasped. Then, without thinking, Lacy lunged forward, nuzzled her nose against his magically enhanced package, and breathed in deeply. His shaft rested on her face while she used both hands to cup and fondle him. “They’re… mmph… way to big…” Then, as if in a trance, she closed her eyes and let them drag across her beautiful features, whimpering with lust.
“She’s really into this,” remarked George.
“Lacy happens to be one of those lucky girls who really likes how a man’s package looks and smells. You’re enjoying it, right?”
“It’s really hot,” he replied.
“Then tell her. Tell her how much you like it.”
George experienced another “duh” moment and chastised himself for not thinking of it. “You do that really well,” he said with a breathy moan.
“Yeah?” Lacy grinned and sucked one of his bloated nuts into her mouth while she started to jack his length with her hand.
“Oh, yeah,” he purred. “That feels so good. You’re so amazingly sexy.” He felt awkward saying those things to her and struggled to come up with anything interesting while staying focused on the pleasure of it.
Lacy let go of his nut and slurped along the skin of his sack. “I suppose I should… aah… thank you for… mmmph… keeping it clean down here.” She then licked up the length of his shaft, taking her time, her eyes shut in blissful indulgence. “You have a really… slurp… nice cock.”
“Aww, she just complimented you? What a good little slut.”
“Thanks. I really like your ass.”
Lacy chuckled and planted soft kisses around his crown. “Thanks. I work hard on it.” Then she surprised him by reaching around a squeezing his butt. “You’re not so bad yourself. Now shut up and let me work.” Lacy focused all her attention on his cock, only to become dazed once again. “Go to work on this big…” She leaned forward, took the head into her mouth, and slurped loudly. Her enhanced lips stretched almost to their limit, and her tongue swirled around his glands. Then she pulled away as a long line of saliva broke from his member and dribbled on her chest. “...tasty dick,” she finished.
And go to work, she did. She dived onto his cock again, putting her talented tongue through its paces and twisting her hands around his shaft. Her experience was undeniable, and she fell into a steady rhythm, encouraged by his moans and twitches. George groaned with the intense sensations and the lewd sight of Lacy Summers, Ms. sex-on-legs herself, attacking his meat like she was starving. Before long, she had teased out several large blobs of pre-cum, and released him with a surprised squeal.
“Holy shit,” she sputtered. “Even your fucking pre tastes good.” Then, she leaned in and sucked hard on the tip, looking for more tasty goo.
The Genie obliged by forcing several large spurts of pre-cum onto her tongue. Lacy smiled wide at the sudden deluge. “Oh my god, that’s, like, delicious! What the hell are they feeding you?” She inspected him as she caught her breath, marveling at the length and girth and grinning uncontrollably.
“There’s that size queen I was telling you about, Master. She was wet before you came here, but she’s dripping now.” George could feel his companion’s warm essence floating around him, planting small nibbly kisses on his ears, neck, and chin. She whispered, “I wish that was me right now. She’s good, but I can do it so much better. Promise to feed me later?”
“Yes,” he exhaled. Despite his insecurities and worries about Piper, the pair had him swimming in bliss.
Thinking he was speaking to her, Lacy giggled and happily sucked and stroked for several minutes. She kept her attention squarely on his crotch and never looked up. Part of her clearly still refused to believe that George Everhart, the dumb, ugly, weakling she’d spent years tormenting, was connected to the most incredible cock she’d ever seen.
But the Genie aimed to change that. “Look up, little girl. Look into my Master's dreamy eyes.”
Lacy obeyed unconsciously. Her expression was that of a confident woman in her element, doing what she did best. But the moment she locked eyes with George, she changed. Suddenly, she was wide-eyed and submissive, silently begging for his approval. George reached out and gave her head an adoring pat, and Lacy purred.
“Tell her what a good girl she is, Master.”
George was getting lost in the moment right along with her. “Lacy, I love what you’re doing. You’re such a good girl.”
“Yeah?” she squeaked.
“Yeah. I’m going to take good care of you from now on.”
“You promise?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I promise. I’ll do anything for my good girl.”
Her eyes rolled around as she sucked on him, lost in a submissive trance.
George felt a strange connection with her. Years of posturing and repression were being stripped away, leaving only an intense closeness behind. Falling for Lacy was not part of the plan. It was the last thing he expected. “Will you be a good girl for me?”
“Yes,” she mewled. “Yes, Master.”
The spell was broken the moment the words left her lips. Thrust out of her trance, her eyes darted around in their sockets as though checking to ensure nobody else was around to hear. Then, she pulled away and let go of his shaft as she feigned a cough.
“I bet you enjoyed that little roleplay, huh loser,” she said as she collected herself.
Though sad that she stopped sucking him, George enjoyed seeing Lacy flustered. “I thought you didn’t do roleplay,” he recalled.
“Pfft! I was roleplaying at the time. Try not to be so gullible.” She stood up and was suddenly reluctant to look at him. She’d unintentionally let George in on a very personal secret, and she knew it. “You won’t… you won’t tell anyone, will you?” she asked meekly.
“Tell anyone what?” he said with a smirk.
“Exactly,” she said as the tension lowered.
“If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop here. You still haven’t told me what you know.”
“I’m not uncomfortable. It’s a little thing called foreplay. Not that you’d know.” She walked around him and jumped onto the mat, then crawled into a sexy pose while she teased the edge of her shorts. “But enough foreplay,” she announced, “you have five minutes to make me cum. You do that, and I might tell you. And don’t disappoint me, loser. I’d hate for our fun to end prematurely.”
“Green light, Master?” the Genie bounced excitedly.
George smiled. “Green light. Just keep me from cumming too soon.”
Another tingle. “Done. Let her have it.”
George approached, his much larger frame looming over her. Lacy shrank and gazed up at him nervously. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Precisely five minutes later, Lacy was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her breasts squashed together by her arms and wildly shaking up and down. George had a firm grasp on her wrists and pulled them down to her pussy as it was getting fully stuffed with his massive, glistening cock.
Her back arched as another orgasm ripped through her entire body. “Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed as the wet sounds from George’s relentless pounding echoed through the room. She gritted her teeth, and her eyes rolled. “Not again! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried with unchained pleasure. The Genie ensured every nerve ending in Lacy’s body was tingling, and every thrust from her Master’s magical member hit her in just the right spots. Places deep in her pussy that had never been touched.
George was enjoying himself immensely. Her pussy was tight and wet and quivered around him, desperately clinging to his cock, helpless against his barrage. They were raw and reckless. The moment he threw her down on the mat, ripped her shorts apart and plunged inside her, Lacy devolved into a blabbering mess, alternating between cries for help and begging him to fuck her as roughly as he could.
“Nonono! Stop! Wait! Yes! Right there! Oh god, don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me! Never fucking stop!”
Seeing her writhing in ecstasy beneath him was tremendously satisfying in the most primal of ways. In her eyes, George was a tiny insect to be swatted away or squashed. But now, she was the one at his mercy.
However, George was a generous Master. First, he had instructed the Genie to ensure Lacy felt no discomfort due to his abnormal size. Then, he asked that she guide his movements so that everything he did drove her over the edge as quickly as possible. Most importantly, George never forgot why he was there. He needed Lacy to give him something he could use to find Piper, and he wasn’t playing around. So, if he had five minutes to make her cum, he’d up the ante and make her cum for five minutes. Lacy would enjoy this. He swore it.
“Be a good girl and cum for your master,” he ordered.
Her toes curled while her body became a series of ecstatic explosions. “Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Yes, Master!” Her pussy gushed again and again with her girl cum.
“Master! Turn her over! Push her face into that pillow and fuck her deep! She’s a tough girl; she can take it! Break that pussy!”
He did as instructed, and it was precisely what Lacy needed at that moment. Her brain was melting from the pleasure. Meanwhile, George had fallen into beast mode. His hand pressed her neck, shoving her into the pillow while her meaty ass rippled with every deep thrust. Completely helpless, all Lacy could do was hold on to the sheets for dear life and pray that when the pleasure stopped, she’d still be alive.
Five minutes came and went. Then ten. Then twenty. And the two were still going at it. Lacy’s voice was going hoarse from screaming, and George would have cum already if not for the Genie keeping his own pleasure in check. He’d been on the edge for a while, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t go beyond the point of no return. But, of course, he knew that if he did cum, Genie would make him hard again, but George didn’t want to cum for Lacy. He had to establish himself as someone she could respect, which meant making her work for it.
Nobody could tell how many orgasms Lacy had experienced so far, but it was surely enough. “Okay, little girl, are you ready to tell me what I need to know?”
“One more, Master! Just one more!”
George pulled out of her and rested his pulsing head on her puffy pussy lips. “I’ll make you cum one more time. The best you’ve ever had, but you have to tell me first.”
“If I tell you, you’ll leave…” she moaned.
This admission took him off guard. It was more vulnerability than he’d thought Lacy Summers would ever show. There was clearly more to her than he thought. But he had a mission and needed to focus. Piper needed him more.
“I’ll be back. We’re teammates now,” he said gently. “You have my Sunday mornings, remember?”
“Okay,” she breathed. It took her a moment to catch her breath. “Will you at least put it back in me? My pussy’s so empty.”
“I like being inside you, too.” George lay beside her for a cuddle, slowly filling her back up.
Lacy let out a happy squeal once the head tapped her cervix. “Oh yeah, that’s it… okay, so… There’s a gathering, a… convention, tomorrow night during the full moon. I’m not supposed to know about it, but Coach likes to fuck me when he’s on the phone. It’s a huge deal. They’ve been planning it for months. People are coming from all over, important people. Even some pro ball players. I heard them talking about needing a maiden to….”
“To what?”
“...to turn into a princess.”
“A princess? What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, I swear. I thought it was just another sex thing. I’d done group stuff for Coach before, and I figured that was just code for a prostitute or something. I didn’t think they’d kidnap anyone.” Lacy began rolling her hips, slowly fucking herself on his cock.
“Where are they meeting?” he asked while trying to minimize her movements.
“I don’t know exactly. They said something about Filmore, but I don’t know what that is.”
Filmore. George didn’t recognize it either. But it was at least something. “Okay. Can you tell me anything else? Anything at all.”
“Mmm,” she whined. “I can’t… wait. Wait, there was another thing. Coach said he had security lined up. Some expensive service called Manticore. I remember them from a concert I went to last year. Super scary-looking guys.” She turned slightly to reach behind her and cradle his head. “Please don’t go. Please, Master? Stay with me?”
George began meeting her needy pussy with small thrusts. She felt so amazing stretched around him, and her sudden switch into little girl mode was a serious turn-on. Indeed, he was more tempted to stay than he would like to admit. He brought his hand to her breasts and caressed her nipple. But what made her gasp was when he kissed her neck. He wasn’t planning on doing it, but she made him feel so good that he couldn’t help himself.
“Thank you, Lacy,” he whispered. “You’ve been so helpful. I won’t forget what you’ve done for me today.”
“You’re leaving? No! Please, I’ll be good from now on. I’m sorry I teased you so much. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
George thrust faster and deeper, and Lacy stopped babbling to focus on her own pleasure. “I promised I’d make you cum one more time. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “You’re so good… oh my god, you’re so good!”
At the advice of his companion, George took his time and kept his pace steady. While he knew Piper was waiting for him, it felt wrong to rush Lacy. She’d be back to her old bitchy self before long, but for now, George was happy to be right on the edge of his own release deep inside his former bully. He didn’t even care if he had an orgasm or not. Making Lacy feel good was one of the most satisfying things he’d ever done.
However, before long, the Genie spoke to him softly. “Master, she’s ready. When I tell you, thrust as deep inside her as you can and hold it there.”
Sure enough, Lacy’s breathy moans were getting louder and quicker. “I’m so close! Oh, god, I’m so close! Cum… Cum inside me, Master! Please cum in me!”
Without a thought, George whispered, “As you wish.”
“Now, Master!” the Genie ordered.
As she directed, George buried himself inside her as deep as he could and immediately started spraying her womb with his seed. Lacy’s eyes rolled back as her entire body convulsed in ecstasy. Her hot pussy was practically vibrating around him as he filled her to the brim and then some. She tried to say something, but all George could hear were incoherent obscenities.
The pair rode out the waves of pleasure together, thinking of nothing but the bliss they shared in those brief moments. And as he was calming down, George felt the Genie's naked body press into his back. “That was amazing, Master. You did so well,” she whispered.
Lacy began cry-laughing, a mixture of happy giggles and bittersweet sniffles.
“Is she okay?” he asked as he squeezed Lacy tightly.
“She’s perfect. She’ll remember this for the rest of her life. You know, you’re only the second person to make her cum.”
“Not the first, huh,” he joked. George wasn’t so proud as to think he’d be the first, especially with someone as experienced as Lacy.
“Not the first. But definitely the best.”
George lay there for a moment, sandwiched between his gorgeous companion and his sexy classmate, and basked in the afterglow. He wasn’t tired or even sweaty. And he was still as hard and ready as before. Indeed, George could have stayed there for hours, making Lacy cum over and over, covering her in load after load. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and untangled himself from her clutches.
As he dressed, Lacy finally returned to her senses enough to speak. “Oh my god…” she breathed. “Wha… what did you do to me?”
George blushed but couldn’t think of a response otherwise.
“You… you’re not leaving, are you?”
“Well… yeah. I have a maiden to save.”
“Urgh,” she groaned. “I can’t believe you’re serious about that.”
“To be fair…” he began while he finished tying his shoes, “I can’t believe it either. Wish me luck?”
“Yeah, yeah. Good luck, or whatever,” she said, feigning disinterest. But then, she sat up, her eyes filled with concern. “George, wait! What do we tell Coach… when he asks about today?”
“Tell him the truth,” he shrugged. Then, as he squeezed through the makeshift entrance, he added, “That you rocked my world.”
Lacy grinned bashfully. Once George was gone, she fell back on the mat and couldn’t help but giggle. Her clit was still buzzing from the intense fucking she’d just endured. She could hardly believe what had just happened, but she loved it. She’d never felt so good or satisfied after having sex with anyone, not even herself.
She reached for her phone, opened the video of George’s lunchtime antics, and clicked the timestamp she had saved. The video froze on a frame just before Lacy was dunked in chili when George surprised her with a perfectly executed dip. He looked so confident, so masterful, so in control. Her tummy fluttered with butterflies as she viewed the scene. Then, she brought the phone to her chest and sighed happily. She couldn’t wait for Sunday morning.
