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Kinkmas Day: 12

Christmas Eve

Billy Lenz x Fem!Reader

~ 7.6k words

Tags: semi-established ‘relationship’, DubCon [reader is very much into it and loving it, but it starts as DC], phone sex [duh], masturbation, mention of mutual masturbation, dirty talk, somnophilia, under-negotiated kink, cunnilingus, tongue fucking [Billy’s a munch frfr], multiple orgasms, being pinned down, squirting, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, rough sex, coming inside, so much come [quite frankly, an unrealistic amount of come, but it’s hot], biting, some scratching, bruises, overstimulation, wet and messy [like damn], come eating, short ‘aftercare’, the sorority sister tease you a bit at the end

Note: This is specifically Black Christmas 1974 Billy Lenz, because I despise the 2006 remake Billy. This is the OG and OG only!

Everybody, the last day of Kinkmas has come!! Is it late? Yes. Are we going to ignore that? Absolutely!

Billy fucking Lenz, man. He has a very special place in my heart and he's so perfect for this one. Cause how I could not have 'Christmas Eve' involve the guy from the movie that has Christmas in it's name?!

I adore this man so much, and this fic was damn fun to write. Cause Billy is filthy as fuck and it's insanely enjoyable to put to page! This fic is therefore so fucking nasty and I love it, and of course, I hope y'all do too. Happy reading and enjoy!

“Are you sure you’re fine with me leaving? I can always cancel and stay with you.”

You and your sorority sister had been the only two people that were guaranteed to be in the house on Christmas Eve. Everyone else had either gone home for the holidays or had plans locally enough that they stayed in the house but went out for the night.

Now, Jane had spontaneously been invited to her boyfriend’s house for the night, him deciding to introduce her to the family on the one day they were all in one place. She didn’t want to leave you alone in such a big house, on Christmas Eve of all days too, but you had seen the excitement on her face when he called, and you couldn't take that away from her.

“I’m sure,” you said with your hand on her shoulder in the doorway, “It’s just gonna be me, the house, the TV and a bit of mulled wine.” She adjusted her coat one more time when the car outside honked again, her boyfriend yelling out the window that they had to leave.

“But–,” you interrupted her, “No but! Go have fun and enjoy the dinner. They’re going to love you and you will have a great time. I’ll be fine, Jane, I swear.”

She turned to you, still looking a bit unsure but more confident. She nodded and gave you a hug before walking down the house steps, waving at her boyfriend in the car. “Call if anything’s wrong! I left the number by the phone.”

As she was getting into the car, Jane stopped before closing the door, “And if the Moaner calls just hang up, alright?”

“Will do, now go!”

You laughed when she squealed excitedly and kissed her boyfriend before closing the door and they drove off.

With a sigh you closed and locked the front door, looking up the beautifully decorated and lit stairs up to the rooms. You walked around the house and made sure all the doors and windows were closed and locked, then you settled in the big living room.

The TV was slowly droning on as you watched with one eye and read with the other. Might as well see what this murder mystery twist is going to be. You suspected it was the Butler that had murdered the rich matriarch of the family, possibly to spare her the horror of having to spend another day with her horrible family.

The book was just starting to pick up speed when the phone rang. You knew who it was likely to be, and you knew what you sorority sisters would say; Don’t pick up the phone.

But they weren’t here. Plus, it was the phone call you had been waiting for all night.

You walked over to the phone and picked it up with hands shaking from excitement.

“Yes?”

You heard breathing on the other end and a small smile spread on your lips, “You’re later than usual.”

A manic giggle sounded from the phone, “Pretty piggy.” Your smile became wider, “Yes, I’m here.”

You walked back into the living room with the phone at your ear, thankful you and the rest of the girls had put money together to get an extra long cord, so you could comfortably sit on the sofa while calling for those long talks with boyfriends or family. Or in your case, the Moaner.

As you sat, there was another laugh from the caller, followed by indecent slurping noises. It had been a while ago, probably weeks at this point, where the Moaner had called when you were alone in the house. You still don’t know what possessed you, but you hadn’t hung up on him.

By the end of the call you had admittedly gotten a little aroused from all the filth he had spewed, after you had egged him on to keep going.

After that, you had started volunteering to take the call every time it was him. Your sorority sisters probably thought you were crazy, but were also glad they didn’t have to deal with him anymore and never questioned your decision.

He started calling more and more, but always at times where you could be alone with the phone for a bit. You didn't know how he knew when that was, but you appreciated it either way. No reason for the rest of the house to know what you got up to him with on the phone.

There had been numerous times where you had talked him through what was surely an orgasm judging by the noises. And plenty of times where he had said just the right things to conjure up the filthiest images in your head, leading to you finding your peak with him giggling and moaning into your ear.

His choice of nickname had always been a little weird to you, but it had grown on you over the weeks.

The call was going like it usually did, the Moaner slurping into the receiver and telling you exactly how he would stuff his cock into you as you sat on the sofa and listened with a slow creeping arousal building between your legs with every word and filthy noise. He mumbled on and you couldn’t quite make out the words, only the end of the sentence, “—wake you up with it.”

He laughed slightly and let out another series of slurping noises and you thought you had enough context to know what he meant.

“Yeah?” you said with a sigh, “You’re going to wake me up with what?”

“With m– my wet tongue on that pretty pink clit,” he gasped out and you couldn’t hold back from squeezing your thighs together as you imagined it. One of your sorority sisters had once told all of you during a drunken night about how her boyfriend had settled his head between her thighs before she was even awake, and how good it felt to have woken up in the throes of pleasure. Ever since, it had been a thought you had silently gotten off too but had never told anyone about.

“Please yes,” you whimpered as your hand slid down to press over your clothed cunt, “That’d be the best Christmas morning of my life.” You listened for a reaction from the man on the other end of the phone. He was panting now, the quiet rhythmic sound of his hand no doubt sliding over his wet cock the only other thing you could hear.

You knew from other calls with him that he always got a bit quiet when you said something that really got him going, and that he would start being loud again any moment now as he got closer to his release. Right on time, he gasped loudly and whimpered, moaning gibberish about your pretty cunt, and you decided to help him reach his end with the one thing you had been waiting to catch him off guard with.

“Billy,” you purred and smiled at the replying moan, “I want your tongue in my cunt, Billy.”

The man nearly sobbed, the sound of him stroking himself getting louder and faster as he lost his perfect rhythm.

“Want– want Billy’s tongue?” He gasped out between helpless moans, “And my fat cock?”

You grinned and rubbed over the fabric between your thighs, the dull relief doing nothing but turn you on more, “Yes, Billy. I want your fat cock inside me.”

When he came it was loud and desperate like usual, gasping moans and whines coming from the phone and making your cunt soak your underwear even more than it already was. You listened with hunger, feeling almost embarrassed at how much you loved this. Almost.

His noises became quieter until all you heard was the heavy breathing. “Good?” you asked and expected the usual response, a manic laugh before he asked if you were touching yourself and then getting very excited when you said he could listen to you come.

What you didn’t expect was for him to let out a huff of laughter and then hang up.

Well, fuck. No shared Christmas orgasm then.

You were a bit taken aback, or a lot taken aback, but you tried not to let it get in your head as much. He did that sometimes, hanging up in what felt like only a small break of the conversation, if you could call it that. Sometimes, shortly after he did that someone would walk in the house and would have almost caught you on the phone with him. You listened and waited to see if the door would unlock and one of your sorority sisters maybe came back early, but nothing came.

With a sigh, you hung the phone back where it belongs, grabbed your book, turned off theTV and some lights, and headed up to your room.

You locked your door with the knowledge that you would be taking care of what you had started on the phone by yourself, and didn’t want anyone to unexpectedly come home and walk in to say hello.

As you were laying in bed though, you decided to just finish the chapter you had been in the middle of when Billy had called. Billy.

You still couldn’t believe there was a name for the Moaner now. You tried not to call him that in your mind too often, because even though one of your sorority sisters had been on the phone with all of you gathered around her to hear what he was saying, when he rambled on and called himself that, they would all find it incredibly odd that you were calling him anything but ‘the Moaner’.

While you were thinking and trying to read, your mind drifted. Your eyelids got heavy and your grip on the book softened as you slowly slipped off to sleep.

Your dream was uneventful, nothing you would even remember once you woke up but then it changed.

You were alone on your bed in your dark room, under the blanket and naked. Hands were gliding over your legs, squeezing the softness of your thighs and hips, and making your back arch. You felt more and more of them, palming over your tits and pressing against your cunt in such a dull feeling it didn’t match how it would feel when you were naked.

That’s when your dream started slipping, the many hands disappearing until only two were left. You felt one of them squeezing your tits and the other pressing against your clothed cunt. There was a noise, a voice maybe, but you couldn’t make out the words just yet. Your eyelids fluttered as you came back to the waking world quicker, your heart was starting to beat faster even if your pussy was definitely enjoying the dull stimulation.

Then you heard it, “Pretty cunt. Pretty piggy.” You heard that familiar laugh and your eyes opened to confirm your sudden realization. There, down your body, the blanket had been pulled off of your chest a little and right between your legs there was something else under the blanket with you. Someone else.

“Billy?” you asked slowly and felt the fingers at your cunt press a little harder at the same time you heard the moan and following giggle. “Piggy remembers,” he mumbled and began pulling roughly at your sleep shorts.

He was practically ripping them off your legs as you were still trying to get the rest of the fog of sleep out of your mind, not believing that the person between your thighs and under your blanket was actually there. You hadn’t noticed how easy it had been for Billy to get your shorts off and reveal your cunt to him, but you most certainly noticed when you felt his breath on you for a split second before his tongue made contact.

Holy shit.

Part of you wanted to tell him to slow down, explain how he had gotten in and let you look at him first, but you also really didn’t want to do that at all because his mouth felt amazing.

He was exactly how you had imagined him, frantic and impatient with his attention, licking through your folds and groaning at the taste, sucking on your clit like his life depended on it. His hands were gliding over your thighs and digging his fingers into the soft flesh to pull you closer and pin your legs apart.

You were spread as far as possible for him and it still wasn’t enough for the ravenous man currently devouring your cunt like his last meal on death row. He dipped his hands down and his thumbs between your folds to spread your pussy, then his tongue played with your entrance.

It was a struggle not to resort to begging immediately, but the way Billy was dipping his tongue just so into you before pulling away to slide over you sensitive clit was driving you insane already. Your cunt was getting wetter by the minute which the man between your thighs seemed to greatly appreciate as he groaned against your leaking pussy, and you felt the mattress shift when he started grinding himself against the sheets.

His noises picked up as he found dull relief which made you moan loudly and whine into the room since he didn’t bother to pull away from your cunt to groan and mumble about how delicious you were.

You had long since gotten over the surprise of being woken up with him in your bed, and your thoughts couldn’t focus enough to wonder how he had even gotten in, so you melted into the pleasure. Your hand slipped beneath the blanket and tangled in Billy’s hair which rewarded you with another hungry moan from the man. With your other hand, you pulled your shirt up enough to reveal your tits and began palming over your chest, pinching and pulling on your nipples as your back arched.

“Billy, please,” you moaned out and pushed his head further into you. Billy laughed in response and quickly pulled his lips off your clit with a pop before spreading your folds more and unceremoniously pushing his tongue into your cunt.

The moan you let out echoed through the room and you felt your face get hot when Billy giggled again, fucking his tongue into you with reckless abandon. “Holy fuck,” you mumbled and tugged on his hair.

The rhythm of Billy thrusting into the bed sped up, and you imagined what his cock must look like. Was it accurate to his many descriptions? You had always thought he must have been exaggerating at least a little bit, but with the speed of his hips now you were really hoping he wasn’t. You wanted nothing more than to feel him fuck you like that.

When Billy swirled his tongue into you at just the right angle to hit the spot inside you that always made your eyes roll back, you sobbed and pushed your hips into him. You could feel him smile against you as he drooled and made sure to run his tongue over the same spot over and over again.

You were also starting to think that Billy must have an unnaturally long tongue, because the way it felt inside you was like nothing else. The wet muscle was thick and rubbing over your walls so perfectly, filling you exactly how you needed, and the control he had over it was slowly making you come undone.

The pleasure was building slowly at first, but as BIlly kept prodigy against that spot inside, you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. “Fuck, please don’t stop Billy,” you moaned out and he groaned in response, his togue keeping up the exact rhythm it had for the past minutes.

When he moved one of his thumbs to slide up and over your clit, tight sloppy circles that made your thighs twitch and shake, you fell over the edge. Your orgasm crashed into you so hard you couldn’t breathe properly, your thighs closing around the man’s head as much as possible while he kept them spread just enough to keep his tongue buried in you. He didn’t slow down or stop, working you through the whole thing and basking in the litany of broken whines and gasping moans coming from you.

Your cunt was leaking onto his tongue and you knew the lower half of his face must have been soaked in you by now. The pleasure coursing through you in waves practically didn’t stop, it kept going and pulling you under, leaving you out of breath and digging your fingers into Billy’s hair like a lifeline.

Once your orgasm had finally stopped, Billy was still bullying his tongue into you. He stopped paying so much attention to that spot and was now properly exploring you. His thumb was pulled away from your clit and his hands shifted to move your thighs out of his way.

“Billy wait, I– fuck,” your protest was drowned out by the wet slurping sound of Billy licking over our clit and practically making out with your cunt. When you tried shifting your hips away from his mouth he groaned, “Bad piggy, bad. Stay still, keep this pretty cunt, keep it–”

His words trailed off and you couldn’t catch the end of what he said as he moaned into you and dragged his teeth over your folds in a way that made you gasp.

Billy dug his fingers into your thighs again and you made a mental note to check for bruises in the morning. Then he moved them up, effectively pinning your thighs into the bed on either side of your chest, your cunt on full display to him. As he did that, the blanket shifted and you finally got to see more of him. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room but you could see his hands where they were pushing on the back of your thighs, and you saw the mop of hair between your legs.

His hair was dark and sticking up in weird angles from where you had buried your fingers in it. You couldn’t see his face but you also couldn’t complain as he dragged his tongue through your folds and shoved it back inside you, exploring all angles he could find, looking for more things that would make you moan.

“Fuck,” you whined and held onto his hair again when he buried his face in your cunt, his nose pressing againnst your clit. “Billy,” as you moaned, the man below you let out a noise halfway between a giggle and a groan, “Need to see you.”

He didn’t stop what he was doing with his tongue and you did your best to not let your eyes fall shut, determined to see if he would reveal himself to you more. “Please Billy,” you whimpered and moved his hair out of the way to look at his forehead.

When he tilted his head up slightly his nose rubbed over your clit enough to make you gasp, and then he opened his eyes. You stared into those pools of brown that were looking up at you, pupils blown wide, darting back and forth between your eyes as if he wasn’t sure how to hold your eye contact.

He kept his face pressed against your cunt with just his eyes revealed to you and pulled his tongue out of your cunt to mumble, “Pretty piggy.”

You huffed a small laugh and stroked your hand over his hair, “Yeah, it’s me.” Billy licked over your cunt slower now, like he didn’t want you to stop talking but also couldn't stop himself from tasting you.

“Pretty cunt,” he said next and you smiled weakly at him. “Billy needs more. Needs this pretty cunt on–,” he paused and his eyes fluttered as you were reminded of how he was still grinding himself against the bed. “Stuff my fat cock in you, make you sound– sound delicious.”

Before you could say anything in reply, Billy stuck his tongue back inside you but kept his eyes open and on your face. You couldn’t help but grind your hips up into him, making his nose slide over your clit just right.

It didn’t take long for you to feel another orgasm building. “Billy, I– fuck, I’m close.”

He slowed his movements just enough to speak against your cunt, “Piggy makes pretty noises. Want to hear you– hear you cry.” With that, he sped up again and you came the moment you looked into his eyes and saw the moonlight reflect in them, showing off the close attention he was paying to your pleasure, and his eagerness.

Your head fell back against your pillow as your orgasm tore through you, your thighs uselessly shaking and twitching in Billy’s unmoving grasp. The slurping wet sounds between your thighs got louder as your pussy became wetter, and Billy groaned when he felt you gush against his face. He was grinning widely and moaning almost as loud as you as his hips frantically thrust against the bed until they stopped suddenly.

You didn’t have the brain power to think about the implication of that as Billy moved his head slightly side to side, rubbing his nose over your clit and making your cunt spray him with your wetness even more. The sheets were slowly soaked as your release barely stopped before another started.

The broken sounds coming from your lips were loud, moans and whimpers like music to Billy’s ears as he slurped up the evidence of your pleasure that was leaking out of you. He swallowed down as much as he could while the rest slid down his chin and neck, dampening the sheets and your thighs in equal measure.

He wouldn’t stop, not content with making you come once or twice. No, he kept going and groaning through every following orgasm that ripped through you until you couldn’t take it anymore and pushed on his head.

Only after you had begged him did he pull away, sucking in breaths as he stared at your dripping cunt. He didn’t lower your legs but you weren’t exactly in any condition to complain. You were trying to catch your own breath, your eyes fluttering open slowly as the shaking in your thighs finally subsided.

“Pretty,” Billy mumbled and licked over your thighs, the feeling making you shiver in appreciation. He finally let go of your legs and shuffled higher up the bed, kneeling between your thighs now.

The room was still too dark for you to properly make out what he looked like but you saw that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his chest was reflecting wetness in the moonlight from the window.

When you heard him hurriedly undoing his pants your eyes snapped down to his crotch.

Billy pulled his pants down to reveal his cock - no underwear, huh - and your eyes went wide as you saw him. His cock was long and thick, enough to make you gulp and your cunt flutter around nothing as you imagined him inside you.

He wasn’t lying when he said he’d stuff his fat cock into you.

You noticed something else too. While his dick was leaking precome from the tip, his entire length seemed to be covered in wetness, a mess of come that dripped down to his balls. So he had come while he was eating you out.

That thought made your head spin and you whined softly, Billy laughing quietly as he got closer to you. He stroked over his cock once and then lined the tip up with your leaking entrance.

“Gonna stuff you full,” he mumbled and before you could reply, he slid his entire length into you in one delicious movement and moaned when he bottomed out.

Your eyes went wide and unfocused as you gasped in a breath, the feeling of him inside you already having you shaking. Just from looking at Billy’s cock you had known that you would feel the stretch when he entered you, but even your imagination wasn’t enough to prepare you for the reality of it.

His cock was practically splitting you open, a dull stretching ache pulsed between your thighs nearly in sync with the throbbing of the hardness inside you. He was deep enough for you to almost feel him in your throat, and you wondered how it would feel for him to thrust that deeply into you over and over again.

You swore you could feel every mindnumbing vein on his dick, and even with the knowledge that you hadn’t adjusted to his size enough, you wanted nothing more than for him to move.

Billy moaned above you, “Pretty, warm cunt– So warm.”

You could feel warmth creep up your chest and over your neck and cheeks at his words, and you almost felt silly for it considering the man was currently balls deep inside you. What was there left to be flustered about?

Billy didn’t waste any more time staying still and pulled his hips back. Then he thrust back into you hard enough to make your eyes roll back and your hands slide helplessly over the sheets to try and hold onto something.

He set a fast and brutal pace almost immediately and was moaning loudly with every movement.

It only took a handful of thrust for him to groan as you felt his cock throb even more. Then you felt the warmth inside you, the unmistakable feeling of him pumping his come into you with every stroke of his hips. You whined loudly when you realized and wrapped your legs around his hips in pleasure.

Billy’s pace didn't falter even once through his orgasm, and you’d almost thought he wasn’t even aware he was coming if it hadn’t been for the filthy moans spilling from his lips. He didn’t stop after he came, he kept fucking into you like his life depended on it.

With every thrust, Billy’s cock was pushing out more and more of his own come until a white ring had formed at the base of his cock, and the mixture of your wetness and his release was slowly dripping out of you and making a mess of your cunt.

The next time you squeezed your thighs around his hips, Billy groaned and grabbed hold of your legs right under the bend of your knees. He pushed them back down into a familiar position, folding you in half as he kept pounding into you at an unforgivable pace.

The slight change in angle had you moaning his name, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you, rubbing along your walls perfectly. You felt like your brain was melting and leaking right out of your ears with how the pleasure was overwhelming you, how it was shooting through with every deep thrust of his cock into you.

You let your head fall back against your pillows as you moaned and whined into the room, “Fuck, Billy.” Hearing you moan his name seemed to have Billy in even more of a frenzy, the man digging his finger into the soft flesh of your thighs more as he groaned and bent over you a little further. When you looked up at him, you saw how his back had curled to bend over you, his body blocking out the faint moon light from the window.

“Good– Billy, good. Good Billy, good– good cunt,” he interrupted his senseless mumbling with a breathless giggle, “Good fucking cunt, squeezing me.”

You moaned in response and felt your pussy flutter around him again, eliciting another giggle from the man currently rearranging your guts.

With Billy now bent over your body, you felt small droplets fall from his body onto your skin, most likely a mix of his sweat and the wetness that was still on him from your previous climaxes.

Your own skin was steadily growing damp with sweat, but you still tried tilting your hips into BIlly’s, trying to chase your orgasm.

The pleasure was building inside you rapidly and you knew what you needed to get over the edge, but Billy’s hold on your thighs was too hard. You couldn’t properly adjust yourself, so you hoped Billy would be able to.

“Please, Billy. Please, I need–,” a particularly harsh thrust had you whining loudly, Billy just giggling and grabbing your thighs firmer. So you tried the next best thing you could think of.

You pushed against his hands on the back of your thighs, feeling him try to push you back where he wanted you. You repeated the action multiple times as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge, desperate to fall over it.

Finally, you got what you wanted when Billy huffed at your next attempt to push against his grip and proceeded to pin you down harder.

He parted your legs more as he went, pinning your knees to the bed beside you, the movement making your hips raise slightly off the bed and— There.

The angle changed just enough to have the tip of Billy’s cock roughly pushing against your walls in the perfect spot.

Your moans became louder, same as the filthy sounds between your thighs where your cunt was growing wetter by the second. With a few more deep thrusts, you flew over the edge and reached your orgasm.

Even after all the ones you had had with Billy’s mouth glued to your cunt, this release felt just as intense. The pleasure wasn’t flowing through you gently, it wasn’t creeping up your body slowly. It hit hard and continued that way.

Your legs were shaking in Billy’s grasp and you were sobbing with every rough jolt of lightning shooting through your body, every stinging pinprick of pleasure that was piercing your skin and making it tingle almost too much.

Your ears were ringing as you were pulled apart from the inside out by your orgasm, and you almost didn’t notice how your release had triggered Billy’s. But you felt that warmth again, the seemingly endless ropes of come being fucked into you as your cunt squeezed around Billy’s cock and drained him for every drop.

You had no idea how he was still hard, but you honestly couldn’t have cared less. All you wanted was more pleasure, more of those mean, rough, deep thrusts of Billy’s cock inside you, more of his come leaking out of you.

So you dug your fingers into the sheets to keep yourself somewhat grounded and sunk back into the pleasurable rhythm of Billy’s hips against yours.

You were losing yourself in the blinding pleasure of it all, in the way his fingertips were digging into your thighs and surely leaving bruises behind for you to find in the morning, in the continuous stretch of your pussy around Billy’s cock as he pounded into you, in the jolt of pleasure with each movement, and in the way his moans mixed with yours in the otherwise quiet room.

The noises from your cunt were loud, unmistakable wet squelching and slaps of his hips connecting with yours, but you were too far gone to be flustered by it. Your hands were laying helplessly on the sheets where you would periodically dig your fingers in after a particularly hard thrust, but otherwise were limply sliding over the fabric as you let the pleasure build again within you.

“Pretty piggy,” you heard Billy mumble out in between grunts and gasps, "Pretty cunt– aah, taking my fat cock. Stuff you full.” He let out a frantic giggle as he leaned over you further, his forehead now resting against your shoulder without his hips slowing even once.

“Stuff you f-full, with my come,” Billy groaned loudly before he bit down on your shoulder and you felt that warmth inside you once more.

The feeling of him coming inside you again, the warm liquid being pushed out of your cunt with every thrust and painting your insides with every spurt, together with the pain from Billy’s teeth digging into your skin had you falling over the edge before you even realized you had been close.

You were sobbing again, your whole body shaking under Billy’s frame as you wrapped your arms around him and scratched down his back .You could tell that you had dug your fingernails in a little more than necessary when Billy whined and you felt his skin under your nails. But you were too lost in your pleasure to care, and so was Billy.

He was lost in the pleasure of your cunt squeezing down around him, fluttering with every pulse of your orgasm and every throb of his cock, and he wanted nothing more than to spend an eternity like this with his cock in your pussy. He felt the evidence of your pleasure mix with his and gush out of you in powerful bursts, covering his hips and your own thighs in the wet, sticky mess, and he loved it.

When your orgasm started dissipating, your cunt still weakly releasing gushes of wetness that dripped down over your ass and onto the sheets, you realized that Billy was not only still hard, he had barely slowed down.

You knew logically that sooner or later he would reach the end of his abilities, but you could tell that he was determined to make every single second with you count until then. So he kept pounding into you at a frankly unreasonably quick pace, making you see stars and making fireworks go off behind your eyelids every single time you came.

Whenever you found your release, he usually followed right after you, not being able to resist the feeling of your warm, wet, cunt clenching and gushing around him, and you were more than happy to let him use you and fill you up with as much of his come as humanly possible.

Through every orgasm and every sobbing moan that was ripped from your throat, Billy was huffing a laugh, giggling in the crazy way he so often did, making slurping noises, and talking. It seemed that once he opened his mouth he couldn’t quite close it again. So, right around his and your next orgasm he would start.

“Such a pretty piggy. Pretty cunt.” And his grip on your thighs would get tighter.

“Like Billy’s– like my fat cock? Splitting your, aah, your warm cunt?” As he got ready to bite your neck on his next thrust.

“Filthy cunt, hmm aaah, filthy fucking cunt. Filthy piggy, making a m-mess.” When your pussy gushed and covered his hips in your wetness.

You weren’t any better though, babbling out your pleasure through it all, especially after you realized how much harder and rougher he would get when you praised him.

“Fuck, Billy, just like that, yes.” When he pushed you down into the mattress harder after you squirmed beneath him.

“Right there, aah shit, please don’t stop, don’t stop.” As the tip of his cock was abusing that spot inside you just right, and you were approaching another mindnumbing orgasm.

“So good Billy, love your fat cock– aaah, love it so much, Billy.” And he would groan louder and bite whatever bit of flesh of yours he had closest to him, and proceed to pound into you so deep you could do nothing but moan his name and gush your pleasure onto his hips.

Your cunt was being ruined, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It was clear Billy remembered every single phone call the two of you had in the past, and he used all those fantasies and turn on’s you had mumbled about in the throes of pleasure against you.

He pinned you down how you always wanted, shoved his cock as deep into your cunt as possible and making you feel every single inch of it, bit your neck and shoulder almost enough to draw blood, and he came inside you so much it was leaking out of you, dripping down your skin and spraying out of your cunt with every orgasm you had.

If anyone had asked you how long the two of you kept going like that you would have guessed nothing short of an eternity – And you loved every single minute of it.

You came so much your body was exhausted beyond belief. Barely holding onto Billy anymore, your arms hung around his neck as he was still thrusting into you. It was clear both of you had started to reach your limit, Billy barely still releasing come with every climax, and your cunt felt slightly sore already.

“One more, c’mon Billy,” you whimpered out against his hair where his face was buried in your neck, and you delighted in the answering groan you were rewarded.

Billy pulled back and you saw in the dark how his face was titled down, eyes glued to where his cock was spreading your puffy, used folds open and entered you roughly. You whined and felt his fingers dig into your thighs harder again as his hips slowed minutely.

Though his thrusts were slightly slower now, Billy still made sure to deliver full, deep strokes that had you gasping. His cock was rubbing against your walls just right, making your eyes roll back and your body arch up off the bed as much as possible with how he was still pinning your thighs down.

Your orgasm washed over you quickly, blanketing you in pleasure and letting you think of nothing but the man between your thighs and how good he was making you feel. Sobbing moans echoed through your room as you fell over the edge, your cunt desperately pulsing and clenching on Billy’s cock as you released small and pitiful sprays of wetness around him.

Only a few short seconds after you reached your peak, Billy joined you. He groaned and whimpered quietly as he fell forward, his face buried in your neck again, and his hips pumped into you in deep strokes, pausing after each one as his cock weakly tried releasing more come into you.

You could feel a minimal amount of warmth inside you as you came down from your high, and finally– Finally, Billy’s cock was softening. As he stilled, he sucked in deep breaths and licked over your neck and shoulder, over all the marks he had left on you, tasting your sweat and whining happily.

When Billy finally managed to pull himself back up you sighed at the loss of contact and watched enraptured as he pulled his cock out of you. Even in the dark of the room, you saw his length glisten wet in the moonlight coming in through the window. His hips and your thighs were wet too, the mess quickly drying and no doubt becoming sticky to the touch.

You didn’t need to see to know what happened when Billy suddenly groaned, because you felt it. You felt your pussy release a small gush of wetness, your come mixed with Billy’s now slowly dripping out of you and making an even bigger mess out of your cunt.

The man in front of you huffed as he let your thighs lower slowly, still staring at your ruined pussy like it was the reason he breathed. What you didn’t expect was for him to lean down and stick out his tongue to lick over you.

His tongue slid through your folds and up over your clit which had you whining in overstimulation. But Billy wasn’t quite satisfied yet. Luckily for you, he didn’t want to make you come on his face again, he just wanted to taste the mess you had made together. He gathered the sticky wetness dripping out of you onto his tongue and gulped it down loud enough for you to hear, whining in response at the filthy act.

Truth be told, you were loving it. After that initial contact, Billy had avoided your clit altogether though you suspected that was less so on purpose and more because the stuff he actually wanted to swallow was leaking out of you further down. The slow licks felt soothing after all the frantic fucking your cunt had endured, and when Billy tuck his tongue inside you to taste more of the mess, the dull pleasure was a nice way to end the night on.

Eventually, Billy had his fill. And when he did, he laid onto the bed next to you, pushed and pulled your body until you were laying on your side, and then got into position behind you. That night you fell asleep with the warmth of his body glued to your back, his arms wrapped around you from behind tightly and pulling you into his chest.

Sleep came easy to you and when you woke up you were alone. In the morning light you started wondering more about how he had found you, how he had gotten in, and why he had disappeared before you woke up.

But all that was for you to think about after you changed your sheets and prayed the washer would actually be able to clean them after all the mess had dried into the fabric overnight. After a quick trip to the bathroom where you looked in the mirror and decided a turtleneck was in desperate need for the day, you rushed to the basement and made sure there was nothing but your ruined sheets in the machine.

When you came back up you heard giggling from the living room. After walking in you were met with a couple of your sorority sisters, the ones that were also staying over the holidays but had been gone last night, sprawled out on the couches, all their heads immediately turning to you.

“Well, look who it is!” You waved weakly as they were all still staring at you and grinning. “We were just being filled in on last night.”

They all devolved into a fit of giggles as you stood confused. Then Jane spoke up, “So Randy dropped me off late last night because his mom didn’t want me sleeping over just yet, and imagine my surprise when I come in and– I was trying to be quiet because I thought she was already asleep, mind you,” she giggled and all the rest of the girls joined in.

“I could hear them from the front door!”

Realization dawned on you and– oh no.

You froze in place and felt a familiar heat creep up your chest and neck. This was not happening.

“I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend, but you should have heard them!” Jane exclaimed and grinned at you.

“Oh, me and Clara heard them too!” The girls cheered, questions being thrown around the room for more details. “We came home way after Jane, but we heard plenty of things coming from that room.”

“I had to sleep with ear plugs in!” Clara laughed and the room erupted in crazed giggles once more.

“So who was it?” One of them turned to you and waited for an answer. “That guy from her Lit class is always throwing her looks, I bet it was him.”

“Oh no, that guy does not look like he has a dick big enough to have her make the sounds we heard!”

You could finally feel your legs again and moved to drop into an armchair, looking anywhere but at your sorority sisters while trying to figure out what answers wouldn’t give away who had been in your room last night.

“Okay,” you had to speak loudly for the girls to hear you over the giggling and shared theorizing.

“I’m not going to answer every single question you animals have, but–,” you were interrupted by booing and unsatisfied complaints from all of them, and had to remind yourself that you loved them all very much and they were great people.

“But, I can tell you that it’s not the Lit guy, Clara’s right on that,” they all grew quiet as they listened intently for what else you would reveal. “You don’t know him, he–,” you stopped yourself.

You were going to say how he doesn’t go to the same college, but you actually didn’t know if that was true. “Let me guess,” Jane piped in again, “You don’t want to tell us who he is because it’s still new?”

“Can’t be that new judging from how much he made her scream,” Clara mumbled, causing another fit of giggles to echo through the room. But you took the opportunity to forgo any more questions as it presented itself.

“Exactly, Jane, thank you! Now can we please stop talking about my sex life?”

The girls laughed at your pained expression but relented in a chorus of various versions of, “Alright, fine!”

“But you can’t blame us for wondering! You never bring a boy here and this one certainly sounds like he has the goods.” You couldn’t help but giggle along with them this time, thankful you had avoided their interrogation before it had really even begun.

As the group moved on to a different topic, mainly asking how Jane’s evening had been meeting the family of her boyfriend for the first time during a major holiday, you sighed a deep breath and sunk into your seat.

When you adjusted slightly you felt the soreness between your legs and smiled to yourself at the memories of Billy. You would find out more about your mystery man later, because you definitely weren’t going to let him go that easily after the performance last night, and tried focusing on what Jane was saying.

You were just really glad you had put on that turtleneck earlier, because if the girls had seen the blue and purple bouquet of bruises all over your neck, throat and shoulders, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to keep them from asking questions.

Fuck, you couldn’t wait for the next time the phone rings and you would be able to hear that familiar crazed laugh again.

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