Leona Thinks It's Her Only Chance

“Fine, you get those rules... but I get to time it, and the timer starts the moment you touch me.” She reveals an actual sporty stopwatch, hot pink and on a band of corded black fibers, before she begins programming it. Speaking of tricks... I mean, is there any possibility she can make it run fast? As if sensing my suspicion, she shows me the timer reading "01'00'00" and then clicks it to show it switch to "00'59'59" before the milliseconds descend in predictable fashion and timing. She resets it to the full minute and asks, “Deal?”

She extends her hand to shake... and with my dick hard and eager to win, I don't think about it when I grip her hand back. “Deal.”

The stopwatch beeps as it begins the moment my hand grips hers. Shit, did I... I mean did I really challenge her? “But I didn't start-”

“I started it. What, you think a few seconds'll make a difference?” she mocks with a grin, still fully clothed and standing straight.

Said precious seconds pass as I tried to counter her gambit. “Well I challenge you to compete in Spank Drip with me!” Were there now two games- forget it, doesn't matter. Point is this game will now count for my purposes as well. Without another word I shove my fingers into the band of her shorts and panties in a single motion. Her hands reflexively go to stop me, but neither the competition rules nor my avatar perk permit her to resist as I yank them down. Manually I move her by each shin as I deprive her of her lower half of clothing along with the keys and thin wallet I feel in their pockets.

Even in the dim light that tries to reach that unsullied undercarriage of hers, I can make out the thin line of her sex as it glitters with moisture. So my title has been keeping her aroused... she just has a better poker face about it than the others. Wordlessly I spin her about and bend her over onto the bed, her surprised yelps exciting me past my irritation with her little trick. She shaved off all of ten seconds total... ten less seconds of getting her ass spanked sore as far as she's concerned, but actually ten less seconds to make a **** classmate squirt onto my mom's bedroom floor.

“This is the pose I want you in: bent over, legs straight, and your whole ass in the air.” I watch her body struggle against my decisions, but ultimately she stays put.

“Bastard...!”

But she doesn't move, all the same; only her arms manage to caress the sheets around her as she tests the limits of her newfound paralysis. She manages to bring the stopwatch to the center of the bed ahead of her where we can both see it: 44 seconds left. “So you think I need the whole minute, huh?”

She grunts her laugh as she tucks her arms back under her. “You've already seen everything... isn't that enough?”

“Not nearly. Here comes the first-”

“I remember you now,” she grunts with a disconcerting chuckle, “you're that pervy kid in English who got caught watching porn back in ninth grade.”

My body tenses. I had buried that particularly embarrassing moment--surreal in my memory, now--into the vault of my mind, but... yeah, horrifying as it was, that was me. Ms. Turner wasn't with the school anymore, and thank God; she only barely tried to hide what I was watching when she confiscated my old PSP. Thinking to it now makes me mutter a half-hearted denial, “N-No, I don't know what you're talking about.”

“No, it was totally you,” she continues to laugh into the fabrics as she tries to look back and up at me, “no one will ever forget that... not even me, and I don't even know you! Yeah, that was pathetic... you're downright pathetic-”

As she goes on, I realize I've paused my ****... and lost another 11 seconds to her lucky shot at my insecurities. Fuck, how does she keep getting away with it?! My lack of resolve? My self-consciousness? No more, I decide, as anger flashes into my body and travels down my arm. I rear my left hand up into the sky, letting the light above shine upon its glorious purpose as my other hand keeps my target pinned in place: that massive, chocolatey left cheek with a light-brown tanline. I've got about 29 seconds left... no time for gentle build-up. The air tries to slow the malevolent descent of my open-hand strike.

“-and you'll always be a nasty little fa-”

S L A P.

My cock flexes hard at its base as a wave of pleasure draws me near an edge I... I can't say I've ever felt without anything or anyone actually touching my erection. It is this intense burst of pleasure that I receive instead of what should have been the agony of so mercilessly crushing my hand on this fat and toned buttock that now rises and bulges out from between my fingers. The shockwave reverberates through the whole cheek and claps it against her right, sending further waves into the beautiful flesh in my grasp... and as for the noise that escapes Leona...

Well. I should have kept in mind that three times pleasure for her is doubled in my presence. She offers a noise that may have been the end of her sentence... and her hands shoot out to her crotch and cover it as begins to surge with her lubrication. I lean back to get a better look: sure enough, her pussy is starting to drool... but right into her cupping hands. She's trying to catch it and keep it from hitting the ground. So she has enough sense to still think about that, huh?

“Oh God, oh God, no, oh God how-?!”

I don't bother with a verbal answer. I just raise my hand anew as she cranes her head to stare up at that terrible palm, haloed in the light on the ceiling, as she tries desperately to wriggle out from where my orders keep her pinned. 22 seconds left. No more tricks, Leona, you said it yourself.

S L A P. S L A P. S L A P.

Pain multiplies pain, and it feels terrible to be slapped again when your butt still stings. But here, that just means pleasure multiplying old pleasure... multiplied by perk, multiplied by customization and... well... her hands are only so big, but they cup and keep her drippings in place as I pummel her posterior with pleasure. 14 seconds left, and she hasn't spilled a drop.

Her eyes flutter to a close as the pleasure overwhelms her... but now it's time for the coup de grâce: both of my hands, sky-bound as if in prayer to an invisible god, before their meteoric fall onto her respective cheeks.

S L A - S L A P!

With 10 seconds left on the clock, her pussy squirts violently enough to puddle past her hands and overflow fat droplets onto my floor. Her eyes roll into her head as her "rescuing" hands now cup and **** her coming slit, dribbling more of "her" onto tiled floor. Her tongue escapes her mouth and--nonverbally--begs me to lay down and take it into my mouth, the first of many makeout sessions with this sports star in my newly won sleepover with her.