Chapter 111 - Giblets

— Maybe you're the first?

— Are you afraid? — the girl raised an eyebrow smugly — Don't be afraid. I am very gentle with men.

Without any hint of sincerity, Jack grimaced, answering — Yeah. Okay. I'm stronger anyway.

Beatrice froze.

With a serious look, she cracked her neck — Do you think I'm weak?

— No. — he smiled weakly - I'm just stronger.

"Then you took me by surprise. She frowned at him .

— Maybe. That's all I've changed in that time, don't you think? Jack shrugged

Not a little time has passed, but there is no time for such changes.

Realizing that Jack is no longer the same height as her, but also taller than her... Beatrice's lip curled.

It was as if she had been poked with her face like a kitten, but not in a shitty place, but in the very real reality.

There was a dissatisfied female click — Undress.

— And you? Jack raised an eyebrow

Twitching her nose, she replied — I'll undress too. After you.

Jack squinted, but decided to undress first.

Kicking off his shoes and taking off his socks, he calmly undid the buttons and threw off his shirt, remaining bare-chested.

The girlish corners of her lips crept up—Not a little boy.

Beatrice wasn't a little girl herself.

Actually, she was too big for a woman.

At least that's what society and all the friends who, once upon a time, she had thought.

So the feeling that someone was bigger and stronger than her was a novelty.

Mentally comparing, she realized that Jack was one and a half times wider than her.

And this width was not because of fat, but powerful muscles.

The guy's arms were twice as thick and only their legs were more or less the same, except that they were so thick due to the mentioned muscles.

In general, the guy's appearance was discordant.

A sweet, beautiful youthful face and a strong body full of scars.

It was as if the dolls' heads had been changed and the prince's face was flaunted on the body, almost like a hulk.

A little hyperbolized, but this feeling did not leave Beatrice.

It was strange, but who said that strange things can't be interesting, beautiful and, in general, seductive?

Unbuttoning his pants, Jack glanced at her — Can you start too?

— Are you shy alone? — as always, Beatrice asked confidently and cheekily, without any smile, because her eyes were studying the chest and torso of the guy

— A little. Jack smiled wryly and a little embarrassed, shaking his head

The pants fell to the floor with a belt clang, revealing more to the girl... interesting views.

Either from alcohol, or from a strange anticipation, but the fact is that the elastic tight underpants bulged strongly, forming a solid tent.

Beatrice's eyes bit into this tent with disbelief and a kind of fright.

A quiet exhale and inhale with a barely open mouth.

A drop of sweat running down the temple.

Careful movement of the tongue in order to moisten dry lips.

— Problems?.. — Jack bent his head slightly with curiosity

Pursing her lips, Beatrice looked hard at him—No.

Jack exhaled to himself — "Like no if... don't look at me like I'm challenging you. I just undressed and then not completely."

"I won't back down," Beatrice said sternly in her thoughts, "I'm not afraid. I can stand it... I... fuck, how do I put this dick in myself? I've never!.. Fuck!"

"Scared?" Jack asked softly

— no! Beatrice replied sharply, widening her eyes

— Why so abruptly? I understand everything, you're not the first one to react like this...

Pursing her lips, Beatrice gave a sharp click and took long strides towards him.

— What are you doing? Jack tensed, but didn't back down

— Cowards. I'll take them off you myself.

— It's not worth it.

— Ha! Scared?

With a subtle smile, he replied — No, just... Do you want to kneel in front of me? Can I bend down?

Beatrice froze and looked at him with the most displeased squint — I don't "want" to get on my knees, but "can" get on them. My confidence will not be shaken by this.

— good. Jack smiled faintly, but the girl took this smile for teasing

— Come on.

— M?

A couple of steps and the girl sat down on the bed — I can get on my knees, but why? You can do that, right?

Grinning, Jack went to her — Quirky.

She broke into a smile—I have no idea what you're talking about.

— Why do you even need this? Believe me, I can take off my underpants.

— It's necessary. Beatrice said seriously, grabbing the elastic of her underpants

A sudden movement and his boxers fell to his ankles.

Immediately after that, Beatrice abruptly activated her lightning reaction and moved her head back.

All for the sake of not giving her a dick on the forehead.

She would be angry now, but all the attention was attracted by the equipment in the guy's underpants, because she will soon have to deal with this.

- "This... not an elementary or even an amateur level ..." — Beatrice thought to herself in shock, comparing the penis with rubber analogues that she planted for men — "Here is clearly advanced! And we're not going to indulge in anal here!"

Her gaze rose sharply and confronted Jack's eyes.

"You couldn't have been a short—barreled one?! What the fuck is this?!"

The guy was perplexed by such an indignant look — Ah, sorry. I didn't want to hit you on the forehead and I didn't aim on purpose. I mean, I knew this could happen, but I didn't hit it, right? What kind of look? And anyway, it's me who should be offended for the past, not you...

— Never mind. Beatrice exhaled, clenching her jaw

Jack shrugged, walked away from her and plopped down on the bed—Not bad... better than my couch. I should have my spare room converted into a bedroom.

Beatrice gave him a strange look before standing up.

Starting to undress, her infuriating thoughts did not leave her.

It annoyed her that she was nervous here, although she shouldn't be.

It infuriated her that Jack was calm and, on the whole, cheerful.

He was not like himself of the past.

In her mind, the guy had to timidly wait for her in bed, losing an erection due to worries and fear.

She would tease him for it.

She didn't humiliate me, as it has now become a dangerous thing, but she teased me.

To her horror, the roles were reversed a little.

The confident Dominatrix was nervous inside, trying not to show it.

She was also different from her past self, though not much.

But even so, it was pissing her off.

- "Nothing, nothing. The bed will put everything in the right places. I'm definitely more experienced." — almost clenching her fists to a crunch, she said to herself

Only she didn't take into account the fact that she had experience, but not the one that was required.

While she was lost in thought, Jack watched her bare.

In general, she did not need to undress, since her clothes did not hide almost anything.

It was the very moment when in clothes, the girl looked much sexier than without it.

If what Beatrice was wearing could be called clothes at all.

Anyway, he couldn't help but look at the swaying gorgeous ass of the girl.

Big, fleshy, moderately elastic.

Just a gorgeous ass of a sporty girl with excellent genetics.

Beatrice ass >

With quick movements, the girl took off her thong, but the view did not change much from this.

They didn't hide anything much, at least from the back.

She did not take off her stockings with garters, as they did not interfere.

And she understood men's desires, so she understood what was what.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the guy's gaze, confirming once again the weakness of the male sex for this element of clothing.

This was followed by a bra that had a lock in the front, right at the cleavage of the chest.

With a deft movement of the index finger and thumb, the gifts of Mother nature were released from the imprisonment of lace underwear.

And I must say that Mother nature did not stint on gifts for Beatrice, because her breasts were big, beautiful and toned, even for the "anime" universe.

The large pink areoles were sexy and even cute, as were the strained small nipples of the same color.

Beatrice breasts >

With a wave of her raven-colored hair, Beatrice turned to face him.

Her confident face, along with a slightly haughty grin, and asked: "Well? What do you think? Do you want to get on your knees already?''

Smiling sweetly, Jack nodded lying down — Not bad.

Beatrice snorted.

Her bust swayed as she climbed onto the bed and crawled towards him like a hungry cougar.

The guy's legs were hanging off the bed, as he was lying across the bed.

Realizing that the voluptuous mystery of two heated bodies was approaching, Jack completely crawled onto the bed, or rather in the opposite direction from the girl.

She took it for timidity and an attempt to avoid the inevitable, and he just wanted to get to the soft pillows.

When Jack's head fell on the soft pillows, he exhaled contentedly, closing his eyes with a slight smile.

But immediately after that, he abruptly opened them, as he felt a sharp heaviness.

Beatrice quickly caught up with the prey and jumped on it, pressing her crotch to the relief of her torso.

At the same time, Jack's cock settled comfortably between the big cheeks of her gorgeous ass.

— You won't escape. Beatrice was grinning to the hilt, her eyes flashing like a predator in the night

A drop of sweat trickled down Jack's temple as he smiled crookedly—Sort of... And I wasn't going to.

Beatrice looked at him skeptically — Are you brave?

— Yes, no... Jack smiled faintly, glancing at her bust

This short-term visual stimulation was enough for the guy's penis to twitch, biting deeper between the girl's buns.

Then it was time for Beatrice to tense up.

By eye, the guy's device was quite large, but when she felt this problem with her ass, she realized that the task here was much more complicated.

It was a challenge.

And she accepted it.

Even more so...

— "How does he, bitch, smell divine..." — the girl was thrilled by the smell of his body, often inhaling with her nose

She had been aroused before, and now she began to feel how her mind was slightly clouded with lust.

While Beatrice was floating in her thoughts, Jack wasted no time and put his hands on her ass.

Fingers nice, slightly drowned.

Her "cheeks" were so soft and tender.

When Beatrice came to her senses, she squinted — You don't waste time in vain.

— I'm helping you gather your strength. — Jack smiled thinly — You froze so much that I was a little scared. She turned into a statue out of fear. I have to cheer you up somehow.

Beatrice's pupils have enlarged — No one is afraid of anything.

— Really?

"Do you see fear in me?"

— It couldn't be clearer. Jack chuckled softly

Lifting her ass, she spoke with all the seriousness available in such a situation, without interrupting eye contact — Then I will quickly dispel your delusion.

Having caught up with her vagina with a penis, Beatrice wiggled her vulva several times on the head in order to moisturize it more strongly.

— Take your time...

— Shut up.

— good. Jack sighed, looking at her

Biting her lip, she slowly lowered herself.

The head of the penis rested against the entrance of her pussy and it was even visually noticeable that no small forces were applied to squeeze the organ inside.

Soon, the flesh gave way, and the head of the penis was inside the girl, under her strange moan.

It was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

To herself, she screamed, closing her eyes — "Bitch giblets! It hurts like that! As if it breaks in half, it also burns! It was as if burning coals were poured into the pussy!.. Why do I feel pleasure at all now?! Are you crazy or are you a magic dick?!"

A drop of blood slid across the bitten lip, but Beatrice quickly licked it off.

— Well, that's it... everything is easier than it seemed. — she said confidently with a grin, looking at the guy's face

Jack, feeling the strong compression of the pussy and perfectly seeing the sweaty face and the bitten lip, smiled weakly — Yeah.

I didn't remind him that he barely squeezed into it yet.

He will also be afraid to go from here with the "blue balls".

I wouldn't like to.

And Beatrice, even though she was still a bitch, still he felt sorry for her now.

For that case, she got a good slap in the face, and all over her body, too, so the pity for her now was not super-strange.

— "With the "Gift of Saturday", she wouldn't have to suffer so much..." — Jack sighed to himself and winced, as she squeezed him to the point of pain