Marsha couldn't believe her eyes. Surely they were playing tricks on her! She took a few steps towards John, bent forward from the waist with her face inches from his unique body parts, and proceeded to reach out and inspect with her eyes and her hands.
John was relieved that she was still in the room and had not run away screaming. He decided her curious side had won out over revulsion and fear. Her face and mouth were close to him, Too close! He swallowed hard when she reached out to touch him and thought he might explode in her hand. No, he said to himself, I can't come now, that would scare her away for sure! He took deep breaths and let them out slowly, trying to think of anything other than her soft hands with red fingernails holding his privates.
Marsha was entranced. She had never seen anything like this before nor had she ever heard of anything like this before. He was hard, and he was hard again, two cocks growing from the same base above his balls, one behind the other, long and thick, but the most curious thing of all was the cock in front had two heads! One head grew out the side of the main head and was about 3 inches long and curved upward, laying along side the main head so both heads were the same height.
She held one cock in each hand at the base and slowly stroked them to the tips letting them glide out of her hands. His ball sac was larger than most and she lifted it in her hand feeling 3 larger than ordinary balls.
John moaned. I'm going to come in her hand if she doesn't stop touching me like that, he thought. He reached down, took her by the shoulders and lifted her so she was standing facing him, only inches apart.
"Marsha, please say something."
"John, I don't know what to say."
"Then I'll say something. Thank you for not freaking out, I can't begin to tell you how relieved I am. Does this mean I have a chance with you?"
"You're welcome, and yes, you have more than a chance with me. I'm not going anywhere."
She glanced down to take another look and saw his cocks twitch. They were fully engorged with blood and his heads were purple. I want to touch him again, she thought, but if I do I know he'll come. She noticed his legs start to shake.
"Marsha, I'm so close to coming, I don't want to come now, but if you touch me again, I will."
"It's alright, John, I want to see you come."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I can get you up again."
He reached out and his hands caressed her three breasts running his palms over the nipples making them hard and standing out, just begging to be sucked. He placed his hands on the outside or her breasts and pushed them all together just before his mouth devoured all three nipples at the same time. He sucked hard and she whimpered. He withdrew his mouth and buried his face in between them. They were firm yet soft and he was in heaven. He felt his balls draw up close to his body.
"Marsha, I'm going to come soon, please stroke me."
She took a cock in each hand and began to stroke him, pre come dripping out all three tips. He was pulsing in her hand and breathing in short gasps.
"Oh, God, oh, God! Stand back Marsha, I'm going to shoot."
She didn't stand back, but continued stroking him, fascinated with his two cocks and three heads. She understood what he meant now when he said he was going to shoot. Come shot out all three heads as if they were cannons, copious amounts of come, it kept coming and coming, filling her hands and dripping off her fingertips.
She had never heard a man wail like he did when he came. It was understandable, she supposed. His orgasms must feel like two and a half orgasms all at the same time. His whole body shook violently when he came. She held his cocks until his breathing slowed and he could talk again. He was hanging onto her for support.
I'm sorry, Marsha, I'm so sorry I came so fast, but your hands touching me and the feel of your breasts and nipples put me over the edge. I promise you, I'm not usually like this. It's been so long since I've been with a woman and I just couldn't help it. This isn't the way I wanted our first time to be. Will you forgive me?"
"Of course I forgive you, John, but there isn't anything to forgive. I wanted to see you come, and I did, and it was fascinating. She looked at her still dripping hands. Do you always have this much come?"
"Yes, I do, it really makes a mess, doesn't it?"
She looked at him and said, "Yes, it certainly does that all right."
They started laughing at the same time. The cocks she still held in her hands were flaccid, but she held onto them as she pulled him toward the bathroom and a shower. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and they stepped into the tub.