When I got home, I decided to get some rest and recharge, seeing as how my dick had become the flesh equivalent of a machine gun. A little while later, my sister woke me up and took me to a bar where we shot a few games of pool and ended up dropping about $10 worth of quarters and one dollar bills in the jukebox before closing time finally came about around 1 in the morning. Some time before that, a bartender had brought me a drink saying it was “compliments of the two Irish girls over there” and pointing in the direction of two chicks. I saw the pair of Irish chicks again in the parking lot I knew from high school, one of who I had graduated with. “Hey, Billie!” I yelled to one before yelling “Hey, Mallory!” Billie (the younger one) and Mallory (the one I graduated with) were sisters. “Hey, Will!” They both yelled back to me, and from there, I began to hatch a plan. (Now, I'm no womanizer, don't get me wrong. I like nothing more than being with a chick, you know? I got boundaries of my own and the ability to keep it in my jeans to boot). I was a little drunk (It was the kind of bar where it's usually “serve a minor night at the 'Don't Got A Liquor License Bar'” most of the time), but no more than they were. Billie lived with Mallory in Mallory's apartment and both had the typical red hair and green eyes that one would expect from Irish chicks. “Hey, Will,” Billie said. “You're not looking so hot.” “Yeah,” Mallory said. “Need a place to stay and sleep for the night?” “Well, I dunno...” My sister piped in, saying with a wink, “Go, Will! I'll catch up with you later. If anyone asks, I'll say you're out with some friends.” “Well...alright, you got me.” So they took to Mallory's apartment across town and let me sleep on the couch there. My mind was racing at a thousand thoughts a minute on what to do now, so I was unable to sleep. I suddenly had an idea, so I pulled a quarter of my pocket and flipped it. “Heads.” I whispered to myself. I had watched both Billie and Mallory go into their respective rooms earlier on, but in a state of inebriation, had forgotten which room belonged to who (plus they gave me a shot of Guinness before I had “passed out”). I picked one room, knocked lightly, then entered quietly, shutting the door behind me. “Well, there she is, old boy. You made it this far, so why not go for it? If all else fails, you might get to ding her before she or her sister kills you.” I smiled at the word “ding” and decided to give my shillelagh a shine with her. I slowly removed the blanket covering her and she rolled over onto her back, still asleep. All she was wearing was a nightgown and white cotton underwear. I took this as a sign from the big guy upstairs that it was meant to be and felt my dick begin to grow in my jeans. Whether or not she was drunk enough that she wouldn't remember all this, I had no idea, and began to make out with her and lightly rub her pussy lips. She began to moan lightly in her sleep, but I kept going by taking her panties and gown off and tossing them aside. “Mmm, B-cups. Not bad.” I thought to myself and gave each a little lick and suck. She was a little wet, but I knew I could really get her flowing and wetter than she'd ever been before and I was semi-hard, but I had a few tricks up my sleeve to get the sequoia growing. I gave each breast a sensuous rub and played with each until they were harder than concrete. By this time, I had decided to give her a tongue-lashing she would enjoy and moved my mouth down to her puss and sucked and lapped like a man who just found water in a desert oasis. I was getting myself hard with one hand and tweaking and rubbing her clit with the other. She moaned quite loudly, but still asleep with her honey pot flowing to a really wet orgasm. I threw my shirt off and got my dick out before it started breaking the zipper on my jeans. The temperature in the room was quite cool with a scent of musk in the air too. I got her to roll onto her right side and it was now or never. If she woke up, I could always fake inebriation or parasomnia and pretend I was still asleep myself while I was fucking her. I slid my dick into her pussy until I hit that thin barrier that divided girl from woman. She moaned and cooed lightly as I started charging up my dick for that momentous thrust and pushed with one large thrust. There was a bit of blood (of which that would be the hardest for either of us to explain), but otherwise: I was not deterred one bit as I was having too much fun with this. She moaned and groaned in alternate to my quiet grunting with each utterance of each slowly building in tempo over time until finally I could feel it in her that she was as ready as I was to explode and explode we did in a tsunami of passion and wetness. She came first all over my dick and leaving quite a large wet spot, with me pumping my dick into her and letting loose like a rabid firehose with a little over 10 ropes into her tight, young pussy before I withdrew. She was still asleep, but facing me with a smile on her face. I kissed her and gave her lips a little lick before I saw a shadow move away quickly and quietly from outside the door as I could see the shadow move from underneath the door. But right now, I didn't care as I was in heaven, and I still would've been there if they killed me. I put my dick back into my jeans and had a large wet spot on the front of them too and went to sleep. I was ready for whatever happened next.



The next morning, I heard a knock at the door. “Billie?”

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