Lazy Links, Week 6 of Season 7…
It was just a day after Bullseye's 18th birthday, or first year on the Battle Royale island. Despite this, she was still having some fun with her newly earned rights. In Lazy Links, she was having some fun with a few friends of hers, golfing and swimming. Since Bullseye was 18, she could drive any vehicle alone (as long as she had a license), and could swim to the deepest parts of any pool without having to pass a test. Bullseye's circle of friends included Powder, Chopper, and brothers Jonesy Jr (default skin Jonesy), and Recon Scout.
The two brothers were twins of their Save the World counterparts, though they weren't fluxed. They were put Battle Royale island when it was first discovered. Despite their mature age, the two brothers weren't exact twins. Recon Scout was unlike his father, Survivalist Jonesy, and was quite serious. Jonesy Jr was more similar to his father, having a good sense of humour, but still keeping a level of young-adult maturity.
Powder was new to Battle Royale, but she was still dropped off the bus at the age of 24. Chopper had already been in Fortnite for just a season more than Bullseye, aging at 22. It was 5:40 in the afternoon when Bullseye remembered the Dinner that she promised she'd attend with her parents, which was at 6:15. She finished the ninth hole of Lazy Links with a lucky swing, managing to get a hole in one.
"Sorry guys! Maybe tomorrow? I promised my Mom and Dad that I'd be at their dinner today.."
Bullseye's voice was always upbeat and soft like her mother's, along with the tint of an American-Asian accent that derived from her father. Apparently, Drift also had a small percent of oriental origin, which explained his very Japanese-looking outfit. She rushed towards her locker, and packed up her bags. She remembered to punch Moniker in the face before leaving. The man gave her a death stare, and she replied with the middle finger.
"Don't you ever try with me, you misogynist."
"I—"
"Ah-ah-ah-ah…" She put her finger over Moniker's lips in a 'Shh' fashion, and then kicked him in the balls. Ironically, she felt a small hard surface when she did. "Like I said, don't even try."
Bullseye sat upright in her golf cart, and was just about to start up her engine when Recon Scout rushed over to her. He leaned on the golf cart, panting.
"Hey uh, could I get your epic mail?"
"Why, exactly?"
"Uhh…" He scratched the back of his head.
"Bye, I guess?" She giggled, and winked at Jonesy Jr, who waved back with a thoughtful smile.
As Bullseye drove off, Recon Scout let out a sigh, and he slouched down. His brother sat beside him, and patted him on the back. The two were both on the ground, holding their knees close.
"Good try bro, but...you're no match for me." Jonesy smiled.
"How'd you get her to like you? I mean, shit she's hot." Recon Scout buried his face into his hands.
"Just act natural. Well, you know that my dad was the one to start the Ramirez family tree."
"Yeah, yeah. Are her parents fine with it?"
"'Don't know." Jonesy shrugged, and looked up to the sky and sighed. "Well, she better not eat too much at that dinner."
"Why?" Recon Scout looked at him with interest.
"We were gonna spend the night together back at Paradise Palms."
"Since when did you get the money for that?"
"Silly, I rented out a hotel room. Best one for binge watching, apparently."
"Can I—oh nevermind." Recon Scout buried his face again.
"Don't worry. How's it with Powder?" Jonesy reassured him like the big 'brother' he was. They weren't brothers, but still related.
"Not bad, actually. She hasn't friendzoned me yet."
"Friendzoned," Jonesy chuckled. "That's funny."
"Really man?" Recon Scout replied, and then laughed.
15 minutes early, Bullseye parked her golf cart next to her parents', and rung the doorbell of the home. Nobody answered, so she jiggled the handle to find it unlocked. That was strange. Normally, it would be locked, even if her parents were home. She shrugged it off as nothing special.
Stepping into the house entrance, Bullseye was engrossed by the smell of food. While it wasn't on the table yet, it was already finished cooking, and waiting for her. Strangely though, her parents weren't there to accompany it. They were usually on the more consistent side of things, unlike herself, being 5-15 minutes late normally. She was suddenly jolted from her nose's urges by a sudden loud noise from upstairs.
Upstairs, in a dimly lit room...
"AAUGHH!" Brite Bomber moaned. "Yes. More, baby, like you mean it."
"Hoooly shit…."
Drift had just came inside her, and ended with a hard, wet schlap as he pounded his cock for the last time of the session, into Brite Bomber's holy grail. The sudden influx of cum made her quiver with pleasure, and her whole body curved in unison as they both came at the same time. Drift took his cock out, and gushed a large nut onto Brite's face, when suddenly the door swung open and light poured in. Shit. This was bad. He quickly wiped the cum off of her face, and covered their bodies with several blankets. Worse, it was Bullseye who opened the door.
"M-Mom?" Her right eye twitched in both worry and curiosity. "Dad? You too? What are you doing?"
"Hi, hon'," Brite Bomber looked around her, and checked to make sure the only part of her that was exposed was her face. She tried to shift her legs into a more optimal hiding position, but immediately stopped when she heard the light bubbling of more cum leaking from her vagina."Uhh, you're early."
"Yeah, um…" Bullseye studied the room. There wasn't much there too look at, though she saw a small bit of white fluid on the wooden head of the bed. "What're you doing?"
"Uhh…" Brite Bomber realized that she'd been too pessimistic about her daughter's loyalty.
"DAD!? You're here too?"
"Oh, uh…" Drift scratched his head, and sat behind her, and poked his head just beside hers.
For a moment, the 3 just stared at each other with a heavily awkward silence. Bullseye was completely innocent, and didn't understand what the hell was going on. Her parents, though, were trying to think of how to keep their secret safe. They could either change topics—which was extremely suspicious, or give their daughter The Talk. After a few moments, Brite Bomber turned around to face Drift, trying to dispel the silence.
"What're we gonna do?" She whispered with a worried look.
"I don't know—I just," Drift buried his already masked face into his hands.
"Are we gonna eat dinner?" Bullseye interrupted.
"Yeah!" The two said at the same time.
She finally left the room, finally giving Drift and Brite Bomber some more alone time. Lusting for some more, Brite Bomber quietly, but quickly, sucked his cock until the last of his cum drained onto her. She poked her head out the door into the hallway, and yelled a message downstairs:
"Bullseye, we're gonna be down there in 5 minutes, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine mom." She replied with little expression.
Brite and Drift both let out a sigh, and the two cleaned themselves up. Their entrance downstairs wasn't any less awkward than when Bullseye had caught them having fun.
Once dinner was ready and on the table, nobody spoke at the usually loud and full dining room. It was usually Brite Bomber to start talking, but this time, it was her daughter, Bullseye.
"Uh, what were you guys doing up there?" She asked with curiosity.
"Well," Brite Bomber stretched nervously.
"You weren't sleeping, right?"
"No." The two answered.
"So, then what?"
Drift let out a sigh, and gestured his hand towards Brite Bomber. It was the talk. The one that every parent would eventually have to have with their kids. And it wasn't necessarily nice that it was on these terms.
"Well, Bullseye, at your age...you start to experience...some changes in your body." She gestured towards Drift.
"Mom I already know about periods." said Bullseye with an unimpressed voice.
"Not just that. It's gonna happen more up here," He gestured to his head. "And at the same time still affect your whole body."
"Ok."
"So," Drift paused to pace himself. "You might be thinkin' that y'know, oh, so-and-so's lookin' preeetttttty cute, or that stuff."
Both Bullseye and Brite Bomber giggled at the way he extended the "e" on pretty.
"And I mean, that's nice and all, I mean how do you think mother and I met," Drift gulped down the last of his mini shield and a piece of lettuce. "That's fine and all, but then you might be escalating it a bit." He gestured toward something moving up.
"Basically, you might want to do more than just kissing…" Drift looked around for reassurance, and Brite nodded at him to keep on explaining.
"I'm following you…" Bullseye said.
"And that's what your mother and I were doing."
"Oh. So, is it like, kissing in bed?"
"Do you really wanna know, Bullseye?"
"Dad, please?"
"Well," Brite Bomber said, jumping in. "It's called sex, and," She paused for a long moment. "It's to make a baby."
"What? How does that show love?"
"Well you know, if 2 people commit enough together to raise a beautiful baby, hence, you, then you know that you both love each other, so that you don't have to prove anything."
"Huh. So, is it a girl or a boy?"
"We don't know. I'm probably not pregnant anyways. It's a pretty low chance, but that's what makes you so special to us."
"Aww, thanks mom."
"You know, your father wouldn't be here without you."
"How?"
"Before you were born, our gang of 4, we were at a motel. And so, my kissing with hot stuff over here," Brite Bomber hugged Drift tightly, and kissed him at the same time. "Escalated, and then at like 5:00 in the morning these like, police people called enforcers came, but since we knew that you were coming," Brite Bomber gestured towards Bullseye. "They couldn't kill Drift since he'd already made an impact on this 'realm'".
"Pretty cool." Bullseye swallowed the last of her dinner plate. "Mom, do you mind if I spend the night out with a few friends?"
"Your only friends?" She replied with dry humour. Drift scuffed out a chuckle.
"C'mon…"
"Fine, but…" Brite Bomber narrowed her gaze onto Bullseye. She didn't like the phrase 'Night Out' for a 18 year old that just had her birthday. "Just don't get too carried away."
"Pfft. Don't worry mom. Hugging at most."
"I hope so." She remembered a similar vow to hers, except it was for Drift. Funny, since now, they were having some fun every now and then.
"So it that a yes?"
"Sure." Brite Bomber sighed.
"YES!" Bullseye leapt with excitement. "Thank You Thank You Thank You!"
"Have fun, honey." Drift added, but his daughter had already hopped into her golf cart and was headed southwest to Paradise Palms.
The refreshment of fresh air filled Bullseye's lungs, and whizzed by her face. She drove westward for about 20 minutes at top speed, banking right just before The Block. She passed through Tomato Temple, picking up a previously ordered pizza with ease, and drove all the way down to retail row. There, she had to use some of the off-road driving skills taught by Rex to travel onto a disconnected road. There, she drove into the trailer park, and turned right again, and into the Desert. Redline Ramirez said a drowned out hello, but Bullseye managed to wave back. She breathed in a final breath of winter-y desert air as she closed in on the Paradise Palms Hotel.
The setting sun made a beautiful view over the resort, the pools shining with near perfect turquoise-blue water. There weren't many people there in the evening, mostly in their homes relaxing. She parked her car beside a few immobile decoration models, and walked out. Nobody knew why they were there, but Bullseye liked using the metal from them to make shooting targets. After all, it was in her name to hit their core.
"Bullseye!" Sun Strider exclaimed, mimicking 'Finger Guns' at her.
"Hi, Sunny!"
"What brings you here today?" She got back to her serious self, hopping
Into the bar chair behind the hotel cashier.
"It's…" Bullseye held her hands together and tapped her two index fingers against each other. Instantly, she regretted lying to her parents. "A...date."
"Ooh! With who?" She gave her a dirty look.
"Jonesy." Bullseye paused for a moment, and remembered. "Junior."
"I assume that he's booked the room for the both of you?"
"Yeah,"
"Oh." Sun Strider rubbed her eyes and took a closer look at which room it really was, but wiped her gaze from it. Strangely, it was the same exact room that her mother and father had had sex in 2 seasons ago. "So, what're you planning?"
"Watch some stuff. Nothing extreme."
"Mmm, not so sure about that. Jonesy's family line is pretty good in bed."
"Like, at sleeping?"
"What? How do you—" Sun Strider had recalled an earlier conversation with her, and remembered that she was innocent as a baby swan. "Nevermind. Anyways, here's the room keys. Have fun?"
Bullseye was slightly taken back with her friend's change of attitude, but she took the keys, and climbed up the stairs with optimism. She stopped at the fourth floor, and walked through the unlocked door to see Jonesy lying on the bed. There were soundproof curtains drawn, blocking the outside's view of them.
"Bullseye! You look beautiful, as usual."
"C'mon," She blushed, and rolled her eyes.
He invited her to sit on the bed with her, and she hopped onto his right. Across the bed and above the coffee table was a large TV, already streaming the movie John Wick. While it wasn't necessarily Bullseye's favorite, Jonesy loved the action. The crackles and booms of gunfire and explosions put Bullseye on edge, and one particular scene featuring gore was too much for her; she buried her face into him.
"Uh, your helmet is kinda scratching me."
"Sorry," She let out, and placed the helmet on a desk beside the bed. She looked like somebody from a Headhunter family line without it.
Bullseye turned her head back to the screen, but immediately hugged Jonesy again to see a tad bit of gore still there. Despite her shooting skills, she'd never explored the world beyond the sound of crackling shields. After the movie had done playing, Jonesy put on a more calming movie, The Agency: Reckoning. It told the relationship of Elite and Rogue Agent, while featuring action. It was Bullseye's favourite movie. She hugged him again right before the movie started.
Partway through the movie, Bullseye looked at her boyfriend, and he looked back at her. She smiled, but instead of just paying attention back to the screen, Jonesy reached his arms around her.
"Get over here," He said in a playful voice.
"No!" She replied, giggling.
Bullseye found herself touching noses with Jonesy, and she blushed. He leaned in, and so did she. It wasn't the first time they'd kissed before, but it was the first time they were so body-to-body. Jonesy took a more aggressive approach, and hugged her closer to him. He shifted his position so that Bullseye was under him, and he was looming over her. She giggled, and pulled him in for another kiss. Her innocent eyes only turned him on even more, though he dared not offer sex.
` And just like that, the two went back to watching the movie as normal. This time, however, Bullseye was practically touching Jonesy with her whole body, her head feeling the warmth of his chest, and her legs crossing over and inbetween his. How she longed to be closer to him...but she didn't know how. Once the movie ended, however, she finally took a chance.
"Jonesy...could you…" She tugged at his shirt as if to try and take it off.
"Bullseye, I don't like where this is going," He took it off, nonetheless, revealing a muscular top half.
"Wow, so strong." She teased, and hugged him tighter. "I wanna be closer to you, but…" Bullseye took a moment to hold back a few tears. "I don't know how."
Jonesy was glad to hear this. Ever since he saw her innocent yet pretty persona, he had dreams of this day finally coming. His dick hardened, and his heart rate slowly picked up.
"Well, there's this thing that we can try called sex." He muttered.
"Isn't that for babies though?"
"Rarely, I betcha."
"What? But my mom and dad always do it whenever I'm not home. They said that it's for another baby." Bullseye gave him a frustrated look of confusion.
"I don't know what your parents taught you, but really, I betcha they're doing it for the fun part."
"Fun?" She spread her hand around the middle of his chest, and beamed. She couldn't help but notice though, her underwear becoming slightly wet. It made no sense; her last menstrual cycle had ended a week ago. It had to be something else than urine, too.
"Well, I assure you it feels really good. For both people too!" Jonesy said with optimism. Bullseye didn't notice how desperate he was to have sex with her.
"Sure...but can we ease into it?"
"Already on it, girl."
Jonesy once again, leaned over Bullseye, and made out with her. Except for this time, the two both unbuckled their pants, and Jonesy even threw his undergarments on the floor. He was butt naked. Bullseye, on the other hand, had just barely taken off her pants, and upon taking her underwear off, she noticed that her virgin love box was steaming with lubricants. She flushed her cheeks pink, but Jonesy gave her a reassuring look. He leaned in again for another kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his back.
"It's gonna feel a bit weird, but—"
"Wait." Bullseye interrupted. "What is that?" She pointed to Jonesy's 6 inch cock, and he smiled.
"Well, this is my dick."
Bullseye gave him an awry look, and Jonesy lied on the bed on his back. She inspected his hardened cock, but still let her boyfriend see it. She looked around it with curiosity, and poked around at it.
"What does it feel like when I...do this?" She pulled his dick down inbetween his legs, and Jonesy experienced a strong sense of discomfort.
"Don't—don't do that please."
"Oh." Bullseye took in mind that it was a sensitive part of the body. She continued inspecting it, and sniffed his dick without hesitation. Jonesy was lucky that he had groomed himself before their 'date'.
"Does it always smell like...good?"
"No," He chuckled. "When it's unwashed, it's pretty sweaty."
"You washed it, right?"
"Yeah. Don't worry."
Bullseye stroked his cock up and down, looking at Jonesy for reassurance that she wasn't doing anything wrong. Without warning, she opened her mouth, and swallowed his entire cock while keeping a straight face.
"Tastes like skin." She carefully felt his balls, but she went back face-to-face with him.
Jonesy hugged Bullseye for the last time before taking away her virgin status. She laid down right before his cock, and he carefully inserted it into her. She winced, and gritted her teeth. She couldn't develop a definitive reaction to the feeling of a cock inside her, feeling both slight pleasure and discomfort. Bullseye was lucky that her boyfriend was merciful, and fucked her very slowly, at 20 fpm (fucks per minute). She let out a soft whimper at every thrust, but she beared through it, focusing on Jonesy's face to keep herself emotionally stable. His cock was exceptionally warm, but for him, her pussy was the exact same.
For another 3 minutes, the two lovebirds kept the same slow-and-steady rate. Jonesy was beginning to get bored, and sextupled the rate—at 120 fpm. Bullseye's body didn't handle this particularly well. She shoved her lips into his, and tried to find a way to let out her tremendous amounts of emotion, whether it was pleasurable or of discomfort. She didn't know what to do, but when she paused to catch a breath, Jonesy thrusted especially hard.
"NNNNGGGG!" She moaned. After doing so, she found it an easy way to let out her feelings of discomfort and fully feel the pleasure of sex. "AUUGHHH!"
The soundproof walls luckily kept the sound in the room, and Jonesy fucked her meat with loud slapping sounds. He sped up to 180 fpm, and Bullseye let out a series of ecstatic moans. His inexperienced cock throbbed from the tightness of a virgin pussy, and he also let out a moan.
"Hey. Babe. Look at me." He whispered.
"Jonesy…" Bullseye moaned.
"Look at me. It's...I know it's a bit overwhelming."
"J-jone-sy…" Her disconnected voice concerned him.
"Hey. Don't pass out. Look at me. Look at me. Please."
"J-j-j…...Jonesy."
The long period of her silence almost made Jonesy stop fucking her, but when she said his name, Bullseye finally leaned into his face, and kissed. Her deep breaths incentivized him to slow down, and he did. Now at 60 fpm, Bullseye could finally bring herself together. Her dizziness went away, and she could focus her vision. The feeling of sexual pleasure had overloaded her senses, and she nearly went into an intoxicated state.
"You ready Bullseye?"
"For what?" She panted.
"I'm going fast. Like, really fast."
"Okay." She paused to take a few breathers, and shut her eyes. "GO!"
"AHHHHH!" He yelled.
Jonesy gripped Bullseye's torso, and pulled it off of her, and threw it on the ground. She moaned and moaned, trying her best to handle 360 fucks per minute. Jonesy could feel a small sensation tingling around his groin, and his cock felt empty for a moment, until a strong feeling of cum arose. He stopped, leaving his cock in just a thrust away from ejaculation. He flexed it inside of her, and Bullseye, smiled at him, nude.
"Right on target, boy." Bullseye mustered out.
"Guess what?" Jonesy smiled.
"What?"
"I'm about to hit this little girl's bullseye."
Immediately, Bullseye gripped Jonesy's shoulders as he fucked at an accelerated 400 fucks per minute. He came nearly instantly, filling her virgin pussy full. Bullseye cringed with overwhelmed pleasure, and looked at him with a crooked smile. His cum was warm, and she looked at her backside to see white fluids leaking over his balls, pooling onto the bed. She checked the time, and it was 8 in the night.
Bullseye was about to close her tired eyes, when the door burst open to reveal Sun Strider, Drift, and Brite Bomber. Jonesy looked at the newcomers, and then Bullseye. Her mouth was wide open; she was clueless as well.
"BULLSEYE!" Brite Bomber yelled.
"Hi, mom." She waved at her awkwardly. "Nice weather we're having today, eh?"
"How could you?"
"How could you?" Bullseye said with anger. "You bust into our room for no reason! Why?"
"Well, your mother called me and asked how many people were in the room. I told them only two, and apparently you said it was hanging out with 'friends', and not on a date." Sun Strider joined in. Her voice was stern and mature. "Plus, you're 18. Look at yourself."
"So?" She rebelled.
"Jonesy junior," Drift exclaimed. "How I wish that you could be as moral as your better brother. Sun Strider, leave."
"Sure thing, sir." She said, and left. Brite Bomber was leaning against a wall trying to get images of what just happened out of her head. Drift took another look at Brite Bomber, and sighed.
"Jonesy, Bullseye, we get that you two have been dating for—obviously quite some time. You know, we've also been there too. The one thing that's our problem is that...you two kept it a secret."
"Sorry, mom." Bullseye said.
"Sorry," Jonesy repeated.
"Just, next time, tell us. But right now, what you're doing, i-it's not nice at your age. Bullseye, the night's yours, but just saying, no more until you're 17."
"DAD!" She whined.
"You're 18, Bullseye. Your mother didn't even dare until she was—"
"17. Yeah. Not gonna lie, you guys are pretty charming, ehh, I had no idea what I was doing."
Brite Bomber rolled her eyes, disappointed in herself that what she'd just said was true. Her daughter stared at Jonesy, and smiled. By this point, his cock was getting slightly limp. "I guess my mom's not lying about you."
"Seriously, Bullseye? No more sex until 17, you got it?" Drift said, emphasizing seriously.
"I just turned 18!"
"Do you want to get a baby?" Brite Bomber jumped in.
"You said that it was rare to have one!"
"I took that chance three times with your father."
"Oh," Bullseye gave Jonesy a concerned look.
"Hon, just finish the night, and you should be fine as long as you two stay at just cuddling, okay?" Brite Bomber turned to leave the room.
"Alright. Bye mom."
Bullseye let out a loud sigh, and leaned into Jonesy. Instantaneously, his cock hardened to a full again, and she let out a jolt of pleasure. His originally overwhelmingly warm cum was beginning to fade to a dimmer, more mediocre temperature. Jonesy was tired, and the last of his arousal was about to fade from him. Bullseye, on the other hand, was turned on more than an overcharged lamplight. She dug her bright pink hair into the curve of his neck and chin, and grinded against his body. Feeling a small sense of fatigue, Bullseye realized that she was at 25/100 shield, her energy almost drained to nil.
"Hey, Jonesy, do you need any shield?" She muttered weakly.
"Sure. I'm at like, 5. There's a chug jug in the fridge over there. Courtesy of Sun Strider."
Bullseye lifted herself from Jonesy's cock, making a light 'pwo' sound. It was completely covered in his cum, the creamy white fluid slowly drifting down to his balls. She noticed that her own genital was also dripping with his cum. Nevertheless, she grabbed a chug jug along with 2 big shields and a mini. It was a bit excessive, but who knew how much shield sex was gonna take. Jonesy chugged the jug, and instantaneously felt more awake. Along with that, he felt much more aroused. The more shield that one had, the more fluids their body would produce, thus, more energetic. And it just so happened to include sexual fluids. Bullseye finished drinking a mini shield and a big shield potion, back at 100/100 shield. She also found herself lusting for more love.
Jonesy planned to take the lead this time. No more mercy for Bullseye's innocent virgin pussy. He turned her over to a doggystyle position, but he made sure to make as much physical contact as possible. He shoved his cock into Bullseye, and hugged her close, feeling her tender, near-developed breasts. His chest made contact with her back, and when the girl turned to look back, all she saw was Jonesy's face. Bullseye could feel his shallow breaths on her own neck, but before she could find any serenity from it, Jonesy relentlessly shoved his cock into her dripping wet love box.
Bullseye squeezed her eyes shut, trying to handle Jonesy's cock ramming her at 240 fpm. His arm wrapped around her neck, almost choking her. Their bodies moved back and forth rhythmically, the bed shaking and squeaking from the hard and fast movements. She was constantly restructuring her face, panting from the ins and outs of Jonesy's cock. Bullseye's thoughts and emotions were torn. On one side of her mind, she couldn't stand another minute of rough sex, and just wanted it to stop. On the other hand, Bullseye could feel a slight tingly feeling emerging from her love box, and wanted more of it.
"N-N-N-N-N!" She moaned, interrupted by every one of Jonesy's thrusts.
"Heelll yeah, baby." He replied, gripping her body more tightly.
Despite the intense balls deep fucking, loud pounding, and arousing moans of Bullseye, Jonesy's climax was far from approaching. For an unbelievably pleasurable three minutes (for Jonesy), he finally stopped the doggystyle to rest. The hard pounding of rough sex had spread the previously ejaculated cum everywhere, resulting in most of Jonesy and Bullseye's genitals being smeared in the white fluid. He pulled out his cock once more, finally giving Bullseye a chance to rest. She collapsed onto the bed, exhausted by the experience.
"What's wrong?" Jonesy commented wryly.
"I...I...ohhhh…" Bullseye replied weakly, moaning as more cum leaked out. Her shield was back down at a measly 35/100. She grabbed her helmet, jiggling it with tired arms, until it eventually sat back on her pink hair. Digging her face into the pillows, the tired girl attempted to fall asleep.. Unfortunately for her, Jonesy wasn't quite finished yet.
Bullseye was caught off guard again, when Jonesy cupped his hands around her mouth, and didn't let go. She let out a muffled cry, not wanting any more to do with her lower body. It seemed that Jonesy read her mind, and instead of thrusting his cock into her pussy, he thrusted her mouth down and onto his cock.
Bullseye was stifled by his cock, gagging and sputtering constantly. The taste of his cum didn't make it much better, adding a bit of saltiness to the blandness of skin. Jonesy didn't seem to care much anymore, but moved her body around into a '69' position with great strength. Bullseye was unsure of what he was about to do, but couldn't look back, since he was forcing her head down, and shoving his cock in and out of her mouth at a similar rate of his doggystyle. She held onto her helmet with one hand, and used the other for balance. In the midst of his unpleasant throat fucking, however, she found sudden pleasure coming from her vagina.
Jonesy was rapidly licking Bullseye's freshly fucked pussy, his horniness overpowering his sense of moral hygiene. This time, she found enjoyment coming from this act, and she figured that Jonesy felt the same way about him being sucked. Figuring that this was an eye-for-an-eye kind of thing, Bullseye bobbed her head up and down his cock, her inexperienced mouth leaving her sloppy spit everywhere. She could feel the small tingling feeling in her pussy slowly becoming more present, making her whole body twitch with sexual excitement. Jonesy was also happening to near his climax, the sloppiness of Bullseye's throat-fucking multiplying the pleasure. He struggled to keep a consistent pace, the sexual impulses coming from his cock interfering with his actions.
"Aaughh.." Jonesy let out, his climax close.
"MMM! MMM!" Bullseye screamed, her voice muffled by his cock.
After 4 minutes of non-stop, fast, rough 69ing, Jonesy finally came inside Bullseye's mouth. His fresh, shield-generated cum tasted sweet and creamy, sort of like whipped cream. However, instead of remaining in the 69 position and tasting the cum like so, Bullseye moved into a regular lying-down blowjob position, which was more appealing to Jonesy. Her helmet added a layer of cuteness to her sloppy look, making him remember about her innocence just hours before. Bullseye lifted her sore mouth from his sore cock, coughing out a mouthful of his new cum. It completely engorged his cock, from the head of the cock to its balls, a pure, creamy white. She smiled, remnants of cum and saliva left around her mouth. Bullseye clumsily lied back onto Jonesy's chest, and gave him a sloppy french kiss, the two lovebirds putting aside the fact that they'd just had oral sex with both of their genitals.
"I love you Bullseye." Jonesy said with surprising enthusiasm, eyeing the girl's erotic body. "I really, really mean it."
"Woww," She said with an intoxicated voice, smiling gleefully.
Jonesy and Bullseye remained in the kissing position for a few moments, before Jonesy shoved his cock inside the girl again, making her squeal with pleasure. Now in another cowgirl position, Bullseye held on her helmet tightly, and gripped Jonesy's shoulder as if she was riding a real bull. This time, his cock was the bull.
Jonesy's warm cum not only provided huge amounts of pleasure for Bullseye, it also proved to be an effective lubricant. Despite its creamy look, his cum allowed for fast in and out balls deep fucking. Jonesy gripped Bullseye's waist firmly, and pounded his cum-numbed cock at 400 fpm (fucks per minute). His last cumshot had only drained 30 shield, meaning that this next climax was sure to be massive. Just a minute into the fast cowgirl, Bullseye felt her own tingly feeling return. Her whole body quivered rhythmically, like when her mother was climaxing earlier that day.
"nng-nng-nng-nng-nng-nng-nng…" She moaned, biting her lip. Jonesy's cock continued fucking hard and deep, and gushed out another bout of sperm.
"nng-nng-nng-nng-Nng-Nng-Nng!" Bullseye moaned again, gritting her teeth. More and more of Jonesy's cum began to splatter in small droplets onto the blue blankets.
"Nng-Nng-Nng-NNG-NNNG-NNNNGGGG!" She moaned extremely loud this time, and leaned closer to Jonesy.
"MMMMMMM! AUUUGHHH! UNNHHHH!" Bullseye stopped moaning for a moment, and her face's expression morphed from one in distress, to a heavy sense of relief. "Uhhh..."
The entire room was rid of vocal noises, leaving only the squelching sound of Jonesy's cum-covered cock to fill in the silence. He slowed down to a merciful 120 fpm, and once again, carefully sat Bullseye down onto the bed. She lied down on her back, and exhaled with a loud sigh.
"For a default skin at least you're not bad at everything." She smiled, letting out another sigh.
Jonesy could only muster out a small smile, feeling his cock begin to throb. He didn't want to end the session without a final orgasm, so he eagerly slit his cock between Bullseye's two breasts, and tit fucked her. It wasn't too fast, just at a simple 120 fpm. She gave him an unsure look, her look giving off a "yeah, ok" vibe. Jonesy found that it wasn't too pleasurable himself, but the look it gave sure did arouse him. After a visually pleasurable 3 minutes of a throbbing cock being squeezed in between Bullseye's thicc breasts, Jonesy felt his climax reach the tip of his shaft. He smiled.
Stroking his cock gently, Jonesy stood back just at the foot of the bed, and let the hours of practise finally unfold. For quite a while, he'd been masturbating alone and practising his cumshot. Up until now, he'd never used it confidently.
Jonesy's first cumshot went flying, making a small line of cum from the tip of Bullseye's vagina, all the way up to her helmet. More and more began to shoot out, making the girl giggle a bit. She opened her mouth reluctantly, allowing a few shots of cum to land right in. Jonesy's ejaculation held a grand total of 30 full-sized cumshots, before his sperm began to lose its range. He moved closer and closer to Bullseye's face, smearing all of Bullseye's belly, chest, breasts, and a bit of her face with the last of his cumshot. It was like a huge bukkake, but just one man.
To top it all off, Jonesy leapt onto Bullseye's cum-covered body with a loud splat. He didn't care; he was horny. The two gave each other a very long, deep, and passionate kiss, before Jonesy separated his body to not suffocate Bullseye in her sleep. As he did so, his previously ejaculated cum stuck to the two like wet glue when its two stuck surfaces were put apart, leaving small liquid bonds. Jonesy stopped marvelling at Bullseye's cum-covered face, and lied to the right of her, nudging her more to the left to give himself more space.
From then on Bullseye promised to use a condom. THE END.
