Page 150 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“Y-yes,” George agreed, his ass pushing back into me to encourage more grinding.

“Bet you can’t stop thinking about what it’d feel like splitting you open.”

“Y-yes,” this admission was even breathier than the last.

This was fun. So fucking fun, but I was—Christ. More than eager to move on. I released his arms, hands finding his hips instead. The skin there was a lovely sort of sticky, the muggy air of the boathouse leaving its touch behind. Swiping along the sweat slick skin, I slid toward his center, one hand curling around his hard dick through his shorts.

George fucked into my grip with a gasp, his trembling only growing worse.

“So fucking wet,” I breathed, thumb rubbing into the damp patch overtop his slit. “Just like a girl.”

“F-fuck.” George’s hips snapped forward again, and I nibbled on his ear, debating if we needed more foreplay or not. I didn’t have a ton of time even with June guarding us, so that cemented my choice.

“Stay right there,” I commanded unnecessarily as I released him all at once and stepped back. George sobbed, head falling against the wooden beam as he waited for my return. The ziiiip of his backpack opening was impossibly loud in the quiet. Not as loud as his panting, but close.

Dildo in hand, and lube ready, I returned to my place behind him with awolfish grin. “I’m going to pull your shorts down,” I told him, yanking them over the curve of his ass one-handed. He jerked, gasping as his cock bobbed free and the highlighter yellow fabric slipped down skinny legs all the way to the floor. It pooled around his white socks, and I groaned.

“Slutty fucking socks too,” I whispered against the trembling skin of his speckled back as I popped the cap open and slicked up my fingers. His legs were wide enough already, but I still kicked a leg out to force them even wider. Wide enough that with his body half bent over like it was, his sweet pink hole was on display.

It was so fucking sexy, all shy and twitchy, like him. Pink. Furled. With no hair—hinting at the fact he probably waxed it. God, that was hot. Picturing Georgie with his legs spread, getting his little cunt ready to be fucked. Prim and proper-like.

“You have such a pretty pussy, George,” I told him, warming the lube between my fingers then slipping my hand between his cheeks to thumb over the trembling pucker. His hips punched back, proving what a fucking bottom he was with that one deliberate push. Most people would flinch away, but not my Georgie.

No.

My Georgie was a size queen.

The kind of pretty boy who was meant to lie in bed with his legs spread and his ass stuffed and dripping.

“It’s…it’s not—I mean—” George spluttered. The way his hole twitched as I pushed a single, solitary finger inside it made it clear how much he liked his ass being referred to in such a way. It was taboo. Not something a lot of people were comfortable with, and that was what made it hotter.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“God, look at the way you suck me in,” I husked. Squirting more lube onto my fingers made the next push inside emit a filthy, slick sound. George heardit too, because he squirmed, ass clenching tight, then releasing, like he was beckoning me deeper.

“Look what I found in your bag, Georgie Porgie,” I purred. “You brought a dildo to summer camp?” I tapped the slightly chilly silicone against his ass cheek at the same time I thrust my fingers out and in. He gasped. “Did you do that because you were hoping I would find it? I bet you like to shove it inside your pussy and think about me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” George’s voice broke.

“I bet you pound that sweet little hole till it’s red and puffy. Bet you clench your thighs and bounce and bounce and bounce?—”

“Y-yes.”

“What a naughty,naughtyboy.” I let the silicone slip closer to his crease, my fingers finding a rhythm that had his ass canting back with every thrust forward. He welcomed me inside him like it was natural to do so. Tight at first—trembling, but relaxing a little with every glide of my fingers. “We should teach you a lesson, shouldn’t we? Naughty boys get punished. That’s only right, don’t you think?”

George gasped, head dipping lower. His ears were practically fluorescent they were so red. The way his back heaved with each breath was gratifying to say the least. All that gorgeous, sweaty skin—unblemished, and entirely at my mercy. He didn’t respond, which presented the perfect opportunity for the punishment I’d hinted at.

Bringing the dildo back, I smacked it against his ass. George jumped. His head twisted, dazed blue eyes meeting my own. He looked surprised, and for a moment I waited, gauging his expression. Soon enough he sank back into the fuzzy place in his mind, maybe even deeper? Because he simply hung his head forward, leaning even more of his weight onto his bound arms.

His hands kept clenching and releasing, over and over, which again—was sexy as fuck.

He was driving me completely fucking nuts.

“Answer the question,” I urged, dildo slipping along his ass cheek invitingly. “Tell me what I want, and I’ll stuff you so full you’ll forget what it was like to be empty.”

“I…” George started, roughly. “I…yes. I—naughty boys. They…” he struggled, whimpering as his hole clenched tight around my fingers, betraying his arousal. God, it looked so fucking inviting. Silky. Tempting. I wanted to feel it constrict around my dick. “They get…punished.”

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