Rapidly walking back to her house, Moondancer wasted no time, throwing me down onto her bed. I gazed reverently upwards as she stripped, pulling her shirt and sweater over her head, followed by her pants. Undoing her hair tie, she shook her head, allowing her bangs to fall across her forehead.

Brushing her fingers through them, she posed, hip cocked to the side, hands behind her head. “How do I look?”

It looked like she had literally never tried being alluring before in her life. “Cute,” I sent.

Moondancer pouted, reinforcing her adorableness in my metaphorical eyes. “It’s supposed to be sexy.”

“That’s not who you are. Still, I’m hard, aren’t I?” I twitched.

As quickly as it left, her smile returned. “Point taken.”

“Not yet, I hope.” Now that I could appreciate the difference, I didn’t want to just cut to the case. “Foreplay?”

“Of course. I’ll give you the full experience, assuming you can last that long,” Moondancer said with a playful smirk.

“Much appreciated,” I sent. This was going to be fun, and I was immensely grateful. We both knew who had control in our relationship: she did. Truthfully, I had no choice but to let her use me as she pleased, being a mere toy for her use. I was completely at her mercy, a fraction of her size and unable to move.

Climbing onto the bed, Moondancer picked me back up, licking her lips before pressing me up to her mouth. Her soft skin met my beany flesh as she kissed me, nipping her way down every inch of me, producing peppered sensations as she left no surface unteased. Then, she began to lick, each pass of her soft, hot tongue sending shivers down my length.

That transitioned smoothly into a full-body blowjob. With eyes beginning to glaze over, Moondancer held my base with one hand as she popped my tip into her mouth, readily tasting the signs of my arousal. I was wide, filling her cheeks and stretching her jaw as she sucked out my precum. She couldn’t get me past her throat, given my girth and her inexperience, but the fact that she was stroking me with her other hand more than made up for it. It felt amazing, her ministrations driving her wild. I would have grunted in satisfaction, but the throbbing of my veins would have to be enough.

Moondancer was panting with excitement of her own as she pulled me out with a wet pop. Pinching me between her knees, she reached back and under her bra, exposing her breasts. They jiggled enticingly without support, tender softballs of femininity capped by firm, pink nipples.

I tried to complement them, but Moondancer wasn’t paying attention to my coded message. She laid down on the bed, hair splayed over her pillow, and planted me against her torso, lengthwise, right between her boobs.

She pressed them together, enveloping me in velvety smoothness and sweat as her chest rose and fell with her racing breaths. “How do you like my tits, Garbanzo?” she asked, her voice low and lewd. “Don’t answer, I’m sure you’d say they’re great. Just savor the sensation. I sure am.”

Moondancer squished her breasts around me, kneading at herself as she did. Lost in her own pleasure, she nearly forgot I was there for a bit, moaning as she pinched and twisted at her hard nipples while I just rested on top of her, a passenger on Moondancer’s Wild Ride^TM.

I was practically aching with need, painfully erect once she’d had her fill with her boobs and sat back up. However, she wasn’t done teasing me yet. Tugging at the band of her panties, Moondancer stuck me into the gap, using me to pull down her panties instead of her hand. The sight, combined with the sensation of being drawn all the way across her shapely leg, was nothing short of fucking amazing. All this, what we were doing, was erotic as all hell, more intimate than any fap session.

“N-Not quite yet,” she moaned, discarding her panties as she set me down on the bed again. “First, I’m gonna really hammer home who’s on top.”

Squirting a bit in anticipation, I watched as Moondancer got on her hands and knees and spun. Her hair brushed over me as she positioned herself directly above, blocking out the light with her thick ass, cushioned with fat from years of sitting and reading.

She kicked her legs out from under her, instantly smothering me beneath her sublime weight. “There we go,” she sing-songed, wiggling a bit. “How’s that?”

I could barely think anymore, totally immersed in my lover’s body and the powerful stimulation she was providing. Each of her ass cheeks perfectly covered me on either end, the bit of wetness in the middle a glimpse at what was coming next. Muffled groans filtered through her and into my ‘ears’ as she flexed her glutes and tilted this way and that. I could have died happy then, but thankfully I remained intact.

Humming through clenched lips, Moondancer ceased butt-crushing me, and went prone, spreading her legs invitingly. “I can’t wait any longer,” she said, breathless. I could tell: she was dripping copious juices onto the sheets, the tantalizing edges of her inner folds peeking out from between her labia. I simply had to dive right in, fill those wanting depths, satisfy the girl I loved.

Moondancer obliged, her back and toes arching as she forced me inside her pulsing pussy. She let out a cry of ecstasy as she pushed me in as far as I would go, my tip prodding against her cervix, and the entrance to her most sacred place.

“K-Knowing I’m sharing this pleasure with you, Garbanzo, is - mmng - so much more exciting!” Moondancer exclaimed, drawing me in and out of her cunt as it gripped me totally. It was heavenly: all of me, inside her. Exactly what I remembered and more. This was my purpose as a Beanis, to carry Moondancer to new heights of orgasm.

And it would happen soon, I could tell. The speed of her pistoning was steadily growing more and more frantic, her grip on my base feverish. Wrapped in her clenching nethers, I just couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I had to give her everything. My magic kicked in, and an immense load of bean jizz built deep inside me, far larger than normal.

Then, with a silent cry, I burst, blasting rope after rope of steaming cum that rocketed into Moondancer.

This elicited a sharp gasp from her, and her back locked. “Ah! So much! You’re gonna—!” Moondancer screamed, spasms rocking her from head to toe as I brought her to climax. Her pussy squirted hard, milking me for all I was worth as her hands and my lower half were instantly soaked. Still, I couldn’t stop, my mind going blank as I just kept on cumming and cumming, overfilling her womb, the excess leaking out the sides of her pussy.

Even after she’d yanked me out, her own incredible orgasm concluded, boobs shaking with heaving breaths, my ejaculation wouldn’t end. Spooge flew vigorously, covering her chest, face, and glasses. Only when I’d finally gone limp, utterly drained for her, did Moondancer speak. Well, it was a satisfied sigh first, and then she spoke. “Fuck, Garbanzo. That was…”

However, before she could finish her sentence, she fainted from the intense afterglow, rolling to her side and collapsing to sleep, with me still clutched in her fingers, a contented smile on her face. Barely able to stay conscious myself, I too fell into a dreamless sleep, both of us equal parts sticky and content.