Billable Hours update

“Okay, good girl. Roll over.”

“Why?” Jen asked.

Peter only smiled at her. “Is that really something my good little girl would ask?”

Condescending as it was, when he smiled like that, Jen felt herself being swept along by her affection for him. She gave him an answering smile, signaling her readiness, and with her approval he manhandled her. Positioning her on her hands and knees with her tight little ass up in the air.

His hands swept over her flanks, caressing the nubile little curvature of her hips and thighs. Jen felt him feeling her and it was exquisite, but not enough to distract her from the sensation of his hot breath on her lasciviously exposed sex. She writhed a little—trying not to, but delighted that she did anyway.

Jen wondered what delicious thing would happen to her next. She knew what a good lay Peter was when she was She-Hulk; fucking him as plain old Jennifer Walters would be like having a second first time. Hell, it would almost be like losing her virginity all over again. She could count on one hand the men she’d had as both Jen and as Shulkie…

Jen felt his tongue, and in her tiny pussy it seemed like it was big and thrashing and boiling, lapping into her slit and up into the slender valley of her buttocks. It was kinkier than anything Jen had ever done without being green. She didn’t know if she enjoyed it or not until she felt the tip of his slick tongue slip over her tiny, puckered sphincter and excite her like a shot of adrenaline to the heart.

She expected Peter to tease her anus with a little tongue and then lash her cunt again, but he kept his tongue on her hole, circling her little wrinkled grommet like he was enjoying the taste.

“Oh geez, oh geez, Mr. Parker!” Jen whined. “What are you doing to me!?”

He let out an amused chuckle. It was no more than Peter ever laughed, but it sounded wicked to her. Then he whipped his tongue into her little asshole again, pressing his reddened face right between her buttocks.

Jen gave up questioning him. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she experienced his big, teasing tongue on the inside of her tender asshole. Its tip wiggling so deep in her that she thought it might taste the inside of her belly button.

Peter held his tongue up her ass, moaning loudly with debauched enjoyment, as his hands sampled the roundness of her tight little ass and squeezed her firm, slender thighs… delighting in her petite body as though to make up for how much her green physique had been pawed and groped and caressed over the years.

It was the same skin, green or white, the same nerve endings. So why did Jen feel like a stray cat that had been out on the streets for years, and now had a home, a warm fireplace to sit beside, a lap to lay in and be petted until she melted into a limp puddle of contentment?

“Oooooh!” she squealed. Then a fresh worry hit her. She wasn’t just enjoying herself. She was getting turned on. And she could only be so turned on before Shulkie took over. “Careful, Peter! Careful! Be gentle, please, I want to enjoy this for as long as I can… you can fuck me anytime, I swear you can, just don’t… don’t stooooppp…!”

As soft and as caring as he was being, it was still so wicked, so wild to have his tongue twitching around in the depths of her ass. It felt good—too good—somehow, it had never occurred to Jen that as much as She-Hulk enjoyed anal sex, her human asshole was as sensual and responsive as her green one was. But she was quickly learning that to be the case.

After a brief pause to let her recover from the initial, ecstatic shock of analingus, Peter started in on her again. He pushed deeper, his grip tighter on her wan hips, his tongue going all the way into her tiny and only semi-accepting opening.

Jen still moaned rapturously. She couldn’t resist; even if she had to share this with She-Hulk, it was too intoxicating for her not to want.

“OOOO FUCK! YES!” she wailed. “Stick your tongue in my ass, Peter, fuck me with it! Make me come!”

He shoved every last taste bud of his big hot tongue clear into her clenching anus. Jen howled and thrashed around—it felt like a slab of wet, supple leather inserted into her, electric with motion, making her anal passage blaze with ecstasy.

He truly was fucking her with his tongue, making her feel rutted with his tongue plunging in and out, licking roughly up and down in her tight little hole. She clawed the covers and knew she was so wet that it made her sex feel profoundly empty.

“Unnnhhhh! Peter! Shit! PETER!” she trilled. “I love it, fucking love it!”

Jen had never considered her asshole as an erogenous zone before. That was something for She-Hulk’s body, something She-Hulk did. She never would’ve believed she could actually have an orgasm from someone touching, playing with her anus. It was a new, wonderful source of eroticism for Jen.

She moaned and gave herself over to the feeling of being tongue-fucked. It sent her through the dizzying convulsions that started her change, but she could no longer care. This feeling had to go on—had to keep getting better and better!

“AHHHH! SO FUCKING GOOD!” she yelled. “YOU’RE GETTING ME OFF, BABY! YOU’RE MAKING ME A WHOLE NEW WOMAN!”

The delectable spasms rocked her body, blurring the changing tint of her skin as her muscles bulged and limbs lengthened in the throes of passion. And still she felt Peter’s tongue rambling furiously inside her ass. Jen rammed her swelling hips up and down, fucking herself on his spiking tongue, both desperate for more and helpless not to tremble in the grip of such ecstasy.

The pleasure animated her transformation so as she changed, it felt like she was coming endlessly, her juices anointing the thickening muscles of her thighs. She blacked out with rapture, completely gone for a breathtaking plateau of feeling, and when she returned, her eyes were greenly aglow.

Peter was gone too, leaving a ravenous She-Hulk alone on the bed like he hadn’t done this to her, gotten her so worked up that the Hulk in Jen couldn’t be denied.

“WHERE THE HELL’D YOU GO, STUD?” Jen roared. “WHERE’D YOU TAKE THAT COCK?”

Peter returned from the kitchen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Thought I ought to wash my mouth out—even if you were the one saying all the naughty words…”

Jen flew into motion, but by an effort of will, she didn’t go to him. Not all the way. Instead, she bent herself over the arm of the couch between him and her, reached behind her back to spread her own buttocks wide. Peter’s manhood throbbed at the sight of her gleaming asshole. It was more than well-lubricated.

“You warmed up my asshole, Parker,” Jen barked. “Got it nice and hot. Now it needs your fat cock. Fuck my asshole, make me come, and make it fast.”

“Yes ma’am,” Peter said, approaching the thick ass that so drew his lustful gaze. She-Hulk made for quite a difference from sweet, quiet Jennifer Walters, but he couldn’t say she was unappealing.

She’d just had enough teasing for the moment. Now she needed to be pleased.

He considered giving her some romance, but he could see Jen seething—muscles flexing, skin twitching, all of her as aflame as she was going to get. So he simply mounted her. The unromantic penetration held its own charge of excitement. He was taking her, using her, and that was all Jen wanted right now—the feel of his engorged cockhead right in her ass, right where it itched.

Jen bit her lip, bracing herself to be sodomized. As thoroughly as Peter had tongued her asshole, saliva made a poor lubricant, but she was so horny that she’d take it. It didn’t matter if it hurt; she’d always heal. She didn’t always come.

But she would if she had a thick plug of a member dragging in and out of her asshole. Jen rolled her body, beginning the motions that would become their fuck if Peter just went ahead and popped himself into her. Her asshole was starting to stretch, starting to accept having his big prick inserted into it, but so far it was just tickling. Not fucking.

“Fuck my asshole, Parker! Actually use that big dick—you’re looking at my ass hard enough to know where it goes!” Jen lifted her hips a little, opening her ass even wider. “Don’t you dare hold back! Go ahead and stretch me out! Give me all your cock; that’s how much I want to be fucked! Get your balls inside that hole if you fucking can!”

Peter sprawled on top of her, embracing her fine, taut body. Moaning and sighing as he crammed inch after inch of himself into the welcoming tightness of her anal passage. Jen’s buttocks flushed a deeper shade of green and she bit into the couch’s other armrest so she wouldn’t let out any notice of the pain.

The only wetness in her opening was the saliva Peter had left behind and the precum running from the tip of his cock. Her channel felt red-hot, sucking at Peter’s invading member. It hurt, but she liked how it hurt.

“All the way, stud! Let me have all of it! Don’t let me forget I’m your anal bitch!”

Jen thrust her hand down between her legs, pushing two fingers into her juicy sex—she felt the fullness of Peter’s cock right beside her passage, cramming her asshole full. She stroked its bulging hardness through the wall of her pussy. It seemed to spur Peter on, force him to satiate her addiction and give her all of his huge prick. Her ass felt just big enough to take it.

“You’re not my good girl anymore. You’re a nasty little slut now. That’s why I’ve got to fuck that fat ass until you’re begging for mercy. Because that’s the only way to treat a whore, isn’t it?”

Jen whimpered, biting down harder on the armrest until she managed to rip off a portion of the fabric and fluffy padding. She spat it out on the floor and butted her head into the couch where she’d literally taken a bite out of it. “Yes… yes… don’t be nice now… now I need cock!”

Peter lay motionless on her back, moment after moment, feeling her taut asshole suckling at the stony bluntness of his manhood. Her vividly sculpted figure twitching and roiling underneath his body. All those muscles were clenched and clamped down on, trying only not to move so that Peter could ass-fuck the woman. His balls felt painfully overloaded, but he’d hang onto that ache as long as possible—it’d make it feel all the better when he finally emptied them into Jen’s bowels.

“You’ll get what I want to give you, you dirty bitch,” Peter hissed in her ear. “Bite your lip. I don’t want to hear one word from you, cunt. If I hear you whining even once, you’re not getting anything until you’re Jen again.”

Slowly he withdrew from her, taking his cock away until only the knob was still in Jen’s squirming ass. She clamped her jaw shut, dutifully staying quiet even while she quivered in protest at having him vacate her body.

“Good, very good,” Peter praised, caressing her dark hair, then patting her on the cheek. “My good girl’s still in there. I just have to fuck this big dumb slut away until I have her back.”