Reaching down, Thomas tried to slip his hand underneath the Mary’s chin. His attempts failed, as she felt the movement, and merely wrapped her arms around his chest and brought herself closer to his groin. She yawned sleepily in a content tone, and he froze, not knowing what to do.

“Hey… uh, Mary?” He half-whispered, prodding her cheek, “rise and shine, buddy.” There was no way he’d be able to go back to sleep after waking up to this. And he didn’t need her waking up to find his ‘soldier’ standing tall and alert only millimeters from her face.

Slowly, Mary’s brown eyes opened, and she looked up Thomas’ body, to his nervous face. “Mornin’ Tom, you had a nice sleep?” She still hadn’t moved her own face, covered by strands of red-orange hair.

Thomas opened his mouth, but could only croak out a cracked, “H-Hello.” Mary acted as if it were a normal morning, as if she didn’t wake pressed against some guy’s groin. 

Lethargically, she sat herself up and stretched her arms up, emitting a cute little yawn. She then stepped over his waist and shifted back, nestling herself between his legs. Now beaming at him, she wiggled her butt contentedly. He held his breath, feeling the warmth and subtle texture of her loins against his flesh.

Good thing he had the insight to bring his tight-fitting underwear instead if the loose-fitting kind, or that would’ve just been an incident waiting to happen.

“I’m so glad you decided to take me in,” she hummed, continuing to gyrate on the man. “It was so cold and rain out there, and the storm’s made a real mess outta my hair. Ah, I got it!” she chirruped, eyes sparkling as she leaned backwards and draped herself over his chest. “You could help me with my hair! Usually, I just have my sister do it, but since you’re here and she isn’t…”

“Uh, I don’t know, Mary…” Thomas muttered, attempting not to look her in the eyes. Something about the whole situation just hit him as off. It wasn’t as if this was the first time he had Mary over for a visit to his place, but as each visit seemed to include more… situations occurring he started to get somewhat paranoid about anything involving the girl.

“Pwetty pleeease,” Mary pleaded, batting her eyelashes.

Now he couldn’t say no. Damn it, why was he such a sucker for puppy eyes? “Alright, sure,” Thomas relented. Still, what was the worst that could happen? He had washed hair for his sisters whenever they begged him to, so he reasoned the worst that could happen was him getting flak about tangled hair.

Yawning, he pushed himself back to the edge of the bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, she hopped down and ran over to the bathroom connected to his room. He heard the tap run and sighed. Man, I hope my wallet can take this blow.
“Hey, Tommy come over~” She cooed over the running water. 

“Be right-“ Thomas stopped himself, realizing he still didn’t have pants on. “Wait one sec, gonna get my pants.”

He ignored the groan of indignation he got in response and bent down to shuffle through his drawers. He leapt in surprise, hearing a thump on the door frame. No sooner did Thomas turn around, did he see Mary’s visage waving him over.

“Come over, slowpoke.”

“But, m-“

“I said come over.” 

The tone in her voice told him that there would be no arguing the matter. So with a sigh, and adjusting his boxers, Thomas walked over into the bathroom, and stepped over a pile of discarded clothes; a light pink T-shirt and a pair of shorts that were much too small than they had any right to be.

Mary’s eyes wandered over the man, only for a moment and he swore that her gaze settled on his lower half for long than necessary. Her curly hair damped, draping over her face, neck and back. Only a blue-bra covered her modesty. She was seated in the tub, looking up at him with those puffed-up freckle-sprinkled cheeks. 

“You know you look like a chipmunk when you do that, right?” Thomas teased, dipping a hand into the tub, and finding the temperature adequate. He twisted the water off; no need in raising his bills any more than they needed to be. He sat down on the edge of the tub, grabbing a bar of soap.

“Hmph, stop that,” she protested half-heartedly, crossing her arms over one another. A smile came across her face. “At least, chipmunks are cute, right?”

Thomas reached into the water, lathering his hands, before he ran them through her hair. He noticed that Mary’s hair was actually pretty long, with the dampness bringing out its true length.  “Yeah, of course. Love those little things.”

“Then…” she drawled out, tilting her head to meet his eyes with a cheeky grin. Thomas ignored the urge to pinch and pull them. “I’m cute, right?”

Now that was a loaded question. He could practically hear the clock ticking as the time to answer closed in on him. If he didn’t answer, he was sure she’d be pissed. Three, two, one…

“…Sure, er yes?” he replied, changing his answer based on her lowered eyebrows. He let out a sigh in frustration. “What do you want me to say?”

Mary laughed, a chirping thing that sounded like a dolphin’s clicking. He would never admit it, but he just loved the way it sounded. “I just wanted to see you squirm.”

“Glad to see that you enjoy my suffering,” Thomas deadpanned, flicking one of her ears. The squeal he got in response made it worth it. 
He finished up with her hair, rinsing it off with a shower head. He handed the soap over to her, and turned around when she unclipped her bra, scouring her body with ease. He grabbed a towel hanging off the door and handed it over to her, faced the other way.
“H-Here you go,” he muttered, stumbling over his words. 

“Good boy~” she cooed, and Thomas turned around to see her standing on her tippy-toes and patting him on the head like someone would to a dog. He darted his eyes from hers when he came across the smug expression on her face. At least she had wrapped the towel around herself. “Bath’s open, you can go along.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Thanks for giving me permission to use my own bathroom, mom.” He threw his shirt off.

Mary stuck her tongue out at him playfully and closed the door behind her.

Thomas let out a breath he didn’t he was holding and stepped into the tub, leaning back in it. It wasn’t often that he took baths, but he might as well have one now. He grabbed the bar of soap and began washing himself, playing over the events that just took place. Even with had just happened, Mary was tame, almost too tame, which didn’t make any sense. With him washing her alone in this tub, there were many times when she could’ve had in sputtering and red. The more he thought on it, the more his mind drifted over to more… illicit activities. So, he stopped.

Rinsing off, he reached for a towel, but something was wrong. Glancing over, he noticed that it was missing. Well, that’s strange could’ve sworn I had two here. Even his shirt was missing. Infuriatingly, the only thing he had left was his underwear, but it was better than nothing.

“Wet underwear is the bane of all existence,” he grumbled, underneath his breath. Thomas opened the bathroom door a crack. “Um, Mary? You got a towel over there?”

“Yeah, just open that door, Tommy. I’mma a throw one at you.”

Without much thought, he opened the door and froze at the sight before him. Much to Thomas’ surprise, the petite girl was lying on his bed, idly stroking her nethers with one hand, while her head rested on his pillow. When she looked up at him, he only saw a calculating look on her face. He moved to go back into the bathroom, but she shook her head and glowered.

“Thomas, Tommy, Tom, if I really wanted you to stay out of site, did you think I’d taken your towels and your shirt,” she thrusted out her chest, showing off a shirt much too big for her. “Now, come over.”

Thomas’ brain shut down. “U-Uh…”

When Thomas stood there gaping, she scowled. “Yes, I know I’m cute and all, but you really just come over to bed. After all, I got a nice warm spot…” she giggled, raising parted fingers to reveal a sticky substance. “…right here.”

“Mar… why…” Thomas sputtered still unable to come up with a response, eyes darting all over.. Up until just a few minutes, she had been her usual teasing self, but now she was acting like some two-bit strumpet on prom night, and a petulant one at that!

When he looked back at Mary, he saw that she had moved. Now lying, spread eagle, with her head hanging off the bed, he was granted a clear look at her greedy face. Like a starving man smelling food, his underwear tightened, despite the confusion.

“Why are you doing this? You evolved into some kind of nympho in the last few minutes?” Thomas asked, bewildered.

“I’m doing this because you couldn’t get the message,” Mary said, rolling her eyes. “I have simply been waiting for you to take my offers  but you’re just too blind.”

“Wha- What? Blind?!  So this is happening be cause I’ve been missing unseen ‘offers’?!” Thomas sputtered.

She giggled, pulling her lips apart. “No, tommy-toms! I wany you to destroy me with that meaty **** of yours!”

Thomas opened his mouth to blurt out something but fell short of saying anything. It was all too sudden for him, he hadn’t seen this development coming from any angle. Even then, it wasn’t as if he were entirely against the idea…

“What about if I like… gave you a baby?” Thomas asked, able to work his mouth again.

“I wouldn’t be against that,” she responded. Mary must’ve seen the look on his face, for she waved him off. “But I’m on the pill. Got any other ****-blockers?”

With a low chance of any accidental birth, it getting hard for Thomas to find any reason to deny the offer. But still, it seemed too good to be true, there had  to be a catch. Slowly, he rubbed his chin, considering his options, until Mary cleared her throat.

“Y’know,” Mary started, rolling on the mattress. “With my size, you could simply **** me like a beast, really let yourself go wild…” She wiggled her ass.

It was a worthy piece of bait… “Damn, **** it, I simply don’t care anymore.” Thomas sighed, although smiling. Mary had been such a tease lately, and after the display she had just shown him, he might as well make good on her offer. Pealing off his underwear and freeing his manhood to the world, Thomas moved towards the bed.

Mary’s scheming grin reappeared, as she saw him walk closer. She flopped unto her back, allowing her head to lie off the side of the bed.
“Just **** my throat raw,” she squeaked.

Moving closer, Mary appealing opened her mouth, as she awaited his tool. Of all the times he had ever been with Mary, none of them had revealed this near whorish display he’d been subject too. The teasing had been questionable at times, but never had it gone to this point! But not if that mattered now. It was time for him to get his due.

Craning her neck forward, Mary kissed the tip of his prick, before running her tongue around its head, sending shivers up his spine. “Use me,” she whispered.

“Uh, alright?” Thomas responded, pausing.

“Just…” Mary growled, waving a hand about. “Hurry up and scre- Mmmmph!” 

She was cut off when Thomas thrusted forward, filling her mouth with his member. Bending over, he laid one hand on her torso, while the other rested on the bed. If she wanted to get some action from him, he’d give her exactly what she wanted, but it didn’t have to be gentle.

As he serviced himself with Mary’s throat, he kneaded and massaged her left ****** and teased her nipple, feeling the area grow stiff around his fingers. When he bumped against the back of her throat, for she merely groaned around his length. She didn’t appear to be bothered by the rough treatment, so he wasn’t’ too concerned. But that being said, he as growing frustrated; this was supposed to be Mary falling to her own hubris!

With a frustrated grunt, Thomas pressed forward, allowing his member to dive into her esophagus. Although Mary didn’t struggle, she writhed around a bit. Now there’s a start. He readjusted his hands and plunged deeper, until the girl’s nose rested against his balls. The sensation of her mouth was astonishing, only eclipsed by the sight of her throat bulging outwards.  On and out, back and forth, he saw the intruding organ bulge.

He looked forward, and noticed a growing damp stain on his bed; clearly the face-******* wasn’t enough to get the message across. Annoyed, Thomas lightly twisted one of her nipples, and moved his other hand to her throat. Almost instantaneously, her moans raised in both octave and volume and her fingers came up to caress his balls.

Thrusting with increasing force, Thomas endured; he wasn’t going down here. To his chagrin, Mary wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, diving him even deeper within her maw. Somehow, even though the muted gagging noises, she was getting off to choking on his length if her pulling him closer meant anything. After about a minute of this, Thomas knew he needed to change tactics. Releasing his hold, Thomas stood and pulled himself out from her maw.

As he pulled out of her mouth, she weakly coughed. There was a strand of pre-cum and saliva that hanged between his manhood and her mouth that Mary licked while looking up at him. Dreamily. Surely, she was the endgame mastermind any male would be suckered by.
Silently, he picked her up and spun her around, throwing his shirt off of her. Grabbing around her midsection, he moved her towards his groin. 

“So,” he began, dragging her leaking womanhood over his ****, “if I **** you, will you stop being such a tease?”

“I… uh…” Mary stammered, surely feeling his veins caress her clit.  He had positioned himself so the tip of his member just prodded her entrance, almost teasing. It was enough for her just to sense its size as her gash opened and closed, but he refused to fully penetrate him.

Watching her squirm beneath his grip, a thought came to Thomas. Was he actually getting off to teasing her? Now he had become the teaser, man, how things had changed. “Promise,” he mumbled, continuing the torment.

“Oh Tommy, I’ll be a good little girl who’ll never tease you! I promise now, take that meaty co- Oh fuuuuuuck….” She squealed, as his member ground into her. He was able to cram down near the near entirety of himself into her, only stopping when his glans pressed against her cervix.

Peering down, Thomas had to say, he was impressed. She was surprisingly tight, and almost unheavenly warm; he almost didn’t want to move, for he feared that he would probably blow his load right there and then. But she started clenching around him and the time for movement came. Holding her firmly, he pulled himself off the girl, only to ram himself back in, With each plunge, his member impacted against Mary’s womb, causing her to mewl and writhe in his hands.

“**** yes,” Mary yelped, grabbing at his arms. “**** me harder! I’ve been such a naughty girl!!!” she wailed, as her ***** was pounded. Her legs closed, and her glutes flexed, exerting additional pressure on Thomas’ ****, electing a grunt from the man. It was as if she were trying squeeze him dry.

The intense pressure on his member cause Thomas’ actions to quicken, and the intensity of his thrusts increased in force. Even though it slightly impeded his movements, he went on rougher than before.  Although he wasn’t directly aware of it, on some level, he found the experience soothing. With all his experience with Mary, he never really had the chance to get Mary back for all her teasing. Ironically, it was now, when things had gone over the edge, that he could really bring her, her comeuppance.

“You like this don’t you? Plowing, pounding an innocent little girl like some filthy beas-!” her words came to a swift stop, as Thomas jammed two fingers into her mouth.

“Just shut up!” Thomas snarled. It was bad enough that he’d fallen for her vices and had chosen to screw her, but her words had caused something in him to snap. Mary didn’t seem to mind, given how she lewdly sucked and moaned around them.

Relentlessly, he jackhammered into her; humping forward, he pulled her towards himself. With each plunge, he felt something in his hands, and it took him a second to figure out what it was. He was banging her so hard and deep, that his tool was actually distending her lower regions, something he thought wasn’t possible. Undeterred by the revelation, he continued his pounding.

No matter how much he tried to starve off his inevitable orgasm, he had to admit, there was something infuriatingly hot about pounding someone so petite and knowing that they were getting off to it. It seemed that she had quite the masochistic side, despite her constant teasing. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, he gave her everything he had.

Pounding away like a man possessed, Thomas’ balls slowly retracted. With one last, long plunge, he engulfed as much of himself into Mary as humanly possible, he came. His member throbbed, pulsing in rhythm, as a deluge of hot spunk spout out his length. He grit his teeth, unloading into the girl, making sure she got every drop.

The influx of his seed seemed to send Mary over the edge. Yelping uncontrollably, she climaxed. Strings of saliva hung in her mouth, a cocktail of orgasmic juices and his cum squirted from her overstuffed cunt. So great was the ecstasy, that her entire body convulsed and contorted, all while impaled upon his glorious ****. 

Panting, he pulled his swiftly softening length from Mary’s abused snatch, allowing him to sit, leaning back, on the bed. The release of pleasure had burnt away most of the frustration he held earlier, but he couldn’t help but think that something was wrong.
Lazily, he looked to the side, and his heart rate quickened. There, beside him, laid Mary, looking up at him suggestively. “What about a round two?” Her hand laid atop his softened member.

In that moment, Thomas realized one could feel so ready yet tired all at once. “Look,” he finally said. “What about you go and take another bath to clean all that… sweat off of yourself, and I’ll go ahead and do your hair again?”
“And… and then I change back into my clothes and go home?”

“Then we do it again, but we don’t leave the tub.”

Mary beamed like the sun.