Juicy Night Out

Juicy Night Out.

              “Why don’t you want me to sleep over Hope?”

              “Look, we just aren’t that far in the relationship, Ron.  Is there anything wrong with that?”

              He crossed his arms and narrowed his amber eyes.  “We have been dating for a good four months.  I think we can at least spend the night at each other’s places.  It’s not like we are moving in together or anything.  It’s just a sleepover.”  He put his hand on her leg.  “What are you afraid of?  I will kiss you like this.”  She blushed as their lips touched.  “When we are trying to sleep?  Or maybe we will do it again in the safety of your bed.  Oh, the horror.”

              “Ron, stop it.”  She pushed him away playfully.  “Look, I have my reasons.”

              “Then explain them.”

              “Huh?”

              “You said you have your reasons, so I want to hear them.  Go on.”

              “I. . . look, this isn’t important.  What is important is you don’t need to spend the night.”  She rubbed his muscular arm tenderly.  “Right?”

              He turned around in a huff.  “I guess.  I also guess I don’t have to come back.”

              “What?”

              “If you don’t think I am good enough to spend the night, I just don’t see us ever going forward.”  He shrugged.  “I mean, sheesh. Hope this is kind of a silly thing to get hung up about.”

              She snorted.  “Fine, you can spend the night.”  She pointed a finger at him.  “But I warn you, strange things will happen tonight, and it’s on you for staying.”

              “On me?  My dear, what could possibly happen.”  He pulled her in so close she could feel his warm breath on her neck.  “When you are with me, nothing could ever possibly happen to you.”

              “Happen to me?  No.  I am worried about something happening to you.”  She smiled at him.  “So, do you want to sleep in here?  I can make up the couch.”

              Ron laughed.  “Come on.  Don’t you want to sleep with me in your bed?  Or are you afraid?”  He kissed her.  “I told you.  I won’t let anything happen to you.”

              Hope sighed.  “Fine.”  She gave him a fake smile.  “But when you wake up in the middle of the night with blueberry juice all over your body, don’t come crying to me.  I warned you.”

              ***

              A few hours later, Hope was lying in bed with her boyfriend beside her, snoring loudly.  “Great.  Just great.”  She looked over at him.  “This is just fucking great.”  She didn’t dare move as he was a light sleeper despite the snoring.  “I told him this was a bad idea, but did he listen?  No.”

              Hope had tried to get some sleep, but it was useless.  Putting aside her snoring boyfriend, she knew the minutes were ticking away until her juicy fate.  “Why does this have to happen every night?  I just want one night where I don’t have to. . . lock. . . my. . . oh god it’s starting.”  She moaned as her hand began to rub her chest.  “My breasts are already so. . . fucking sensitive.”  She panted, caressing her nipples as they slowly hardened and extended.  Hope blinked her eyes; one moment, her eyes looked like emeralds, and the next, sapphires.  “Ohhhhhh fuck.”

              “Is everything okay?”  Ron didn’t open his eyes.

              Hope turned onto her side.  “I. . . am fine.  Just am having a. . .”  Her face slowly turned blue.  “I just had a hot dream.  I was. . .”  She licked her lips.  “I was dreaming about you.  I will tell you about it in the morning.  Yes, morning.”  She squeezed her thigh, feeling it pulse in her hand.  “Must get to morning.”  Her leg thickened a few centimeters in her grip, causing her other hand to cover her mouth as a moan tried to escape her lips.  “Must. . . get. . . to. . . morning. . . without. . . juicing. . . him. . . dry.”

              She sat up, taking deep breaths.  “I need to go to the bathroom.”

              Ron rolled over.  “It isn’t like you have to tell me that.”

              Hope slid her feet off the side of the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom.  Her mind was hazy, and her only thoughts were on getting inside the bathroom.  “Have to. . . lock myself in.”  She closed the door.  “Lock myself in.”  She moaned, not really noticing her entire body was blue.  “So horny.  So sensitive.  “She held the door handle with her blue hands.  “I. . . must. . . protect him.”  Hope shook her head, her radiant blue boobs swelling a few centimeters and jiggling about.  “I. . . ohhh.”  She closed her eyes.  “Ohhhh. . .”  Her hands wrapped tighter around the door handle.  “I. . . ohhh. . . I want to feel his warm hot dick inside of me.”  She giggled.  “I want it to help me grow.  To ripen.”  She licked her lips, her grip loosening.  “I want him to make me into the best blueberry possible.”

              She flung open the door.  “Oh, Ron!”

              He blinked his eyes.  “Huh?  Is everything okay?  You aren’t sick, are you?”

              She sauntered over to him, her slowly growing juicy ass swaying back and forth as she rubbed her voluptuous breasts, blueberry juice dripping from her nipples.  “Me?  Oh no, I am just fine.”  She crawled onto the bed and inched over to him, dragging herself across his body and slowly pulling off the covers.  “Aren’t you happy that I woke you?”

              “Whoh.  I didn’t expect you would be this frisky.  I mean with you. . . wait, why are you—” She cut him off with a kiss, her squishy breasts, and erect nipples pressing against his hard chest.

              “Hush.”  She took a deep breath as she used her feet to pull down his pants.  “Just hush.”  She used a hand to wrap around his dick.  “I want. . . I want you so bad.”

              “Fuckkk!”  Ron took a deep breath.  “You sure are fucking. . . I have never seen you—” She kissed him again.

              “No talk.”  Her sweat and juices dripped down onto his body, her belly slowly expanding against his skin.  “Just. . . just. . .”  She slid her body up and down his, showing her intent.  Ron smiled, his cock hardening and sliding into her juice-filled pussy.  “Ohhhhhhh.”  She squeezed his sides, her scrumptious boobs falling onto his face.

              “Umph.”  Ron wormed his way between her juicy, pillow-like breasts.  “You. . . you are so. . . ohhhhhh.”

              She thrusted herself up and down, not bothering to wait for him to do the work.  “Oh god.”  She moaned, her body starting to swell.  “I am such a. . . ohhhhh.”

              “You really are starting to get heavy.”

              She squeezed him harder, her boobs filling with more juice as they swelled, her raw nipples pressing against Ron’s face.  “OHHHHHHHH!”  She let out a cry as he ejected his love fluid into her body, feeling his hand slap against her tree trunk-sized thighs.  “Ohh, god.”  But she didn’t stop, thrusting down more and more.  Her thunderous ass swelled even more, her thighs wrapping around him and pinning him to the bed.  “Ohhhhh.”

              “I. .  . umm, I think it’s. . .”

              “Can’t stop.  Won’t stop.  Keep juicing.”  Her eyes flashed blue.  “Keep juicing.  Keep juicing.”

              He laid back and moaned as his little man trusted again, expelling into her once more.  “Ohhhh fuckkkkkkk!”  Even so, it just seemed to make Hope grow even bigger, her body becoming rounder by the second and her eyes starting to flash blue.  Her radiant juicy breasts were dripping with blueberry juice, and her pussy was oozing.  “Ohh god.  I just. . . ohhhhh!”

              But she wouldn’t relent.  The bigger she grew, the hornier she became, and the more she wanted him to help her ripen, to help her grow.  Eventually, she began to roll back and forth, dragging them off the bed and onto her back.  “Ahhhhh!”  Blueberry juice showered across the room as Ron landed on her round belly, his dick bouncing about inside her bottomless pussy.  “Ohhhhh god!”  He took deep breaths as he rested between her squishy boobs.

              “I. . . don’t know. . . how much more I can take.  You are. . . sucking me dry.”

              But before she could say another word, the sun began to creep through the drapes.  Hope moaned and blinked her eyes.  “Huh?”  She looked at him and gasped.  “Oh god.”  She moaned.  “I. . . am. . . ohhh fuck.”  She licked her lips.  “I. . . feel. . . oohhh you feel so good inside of me.  But I am soooo sorry.  I can’t contain myself at night.”  She gulped as she looked at just how big and round she had become.  “Oh, it’s going to take days for me to work off all this juice.”

              Ron slid out of her body, panting.  “Well, you could have told me.”

              “I tried.”  She flapped her arms against the side of her body.  “I told you not to spend the night.  Now you made me grow into a giant blueberry.”  She snorted.  “You can’t stay another night, you hear me.  Otherwise, you might make me grow even bigger.”

              He stood up.  “Promise?”

              “What?”  She shook her head.  “No.  No, no.  You are not encouraging this.”

              He laughed.  “Oh, come now.  It was kind of fun.”  He grabbed her blue cheek and shook it.  “I like that wereberry side of you.”  Ron walked past her.  “See you tomorrow night.”

              “Hey.  You are not coming back tomorrow.”  She waddled back and forth.  “You hear me!”