Alisa panted heavily as she relaxed atop her bed. She was stained in her seed, thick dollops of her ejaculate coated her skin, sticking fast to her flesh and joining the older piles. Beneath the deep-set stains, her skin was flushed scarlet from the exertion of her masturbation. She grabbed her phone and checked the time, bolting upright as she saw that she had spent the past three hours pleasuring herself. And yet, for all that time, she didn't feel sore. Worn out of course, but her cock felt fine.
"Must be my time of the month or something," Alisa sighed and stood up, cooing softly at the feeling of her fresher doses of seed drooling down her face and body. She brought her hands to her breasts, massaging her potent fluids into their petite expanse, tweaking her cum coated nipples absentmindedly. Even after her marathon of self-gratification, Alisa still felt pleasure smoulder within her. When she finally managed to wrest her hands away, Alisa headed into the bathroom. She needed to go shopping later, since the fridge and pantry were almost barren.
Alisa looked down at herself as she waited for the water to heat up. If she hadn't cum so often in such a short amount of time, she doubted her cock would have remained flaccid for long. She was still semi-erect after her lengthy session, though her prick didn't feel hard in the slightest. She shrugged and stepped under the stream of soothingly hot water, sighing at the sensations against her cum crusted skin.
As much as Alisa adored making a mess, nothing quite compared to the feeling of washing the evidence from her body. It felt almost naughty to scrub away at her copious ejaculate, watching it run down her body and into the drain. She eventually began to wash her docile member, unable to help but moan as she gently gripped it in her soapy hand. Her actions paused, though, as she gave it a slight squeeze. She was completely soft. Not even a hint of arousal.
Yet she was bigger than she recalled. Alisa frowned and raised her cock to look past it, seeing her balls were also noticeably larger. How? Why? She continued washing herself, while continuing to contemplate just what caused her apparent growth. Maybe she had somehow stretched it out? Was that even possible?
There wasn't much of a better explanation. She was twenty-one after all, too late for her body to start growing again, and her cock hadn't gained even a fraction of an inch since she was seventeen. Alisa shrugged and rinsed her hair thoroughly. If she really did stretch it out, then she doubted Bianca would complain. An extra inch or two would probably be cause enough for her to celebrate. Alisa giggled to herself and began drying off.
Bianca, in the meanwhile, was in near agony as she sat with her parents at a local diner. They had insisted on taking her out for lunch and she couldn't say no without seeming ungrateful, despite her strange, unignorably potent desire to masturbate again. And now she was suffering the price for not speaking up.
Her pussy felt like a star on the cusp of going supernova. Just a small push would be all it needed and she'd cum, hard, but that was also what kept her from so much as grinding her thighs together. The last thing she needed was to come home and act like a nymphomaniac. If she pushed her indominable arousal aside, however, her day had been more than pleasant thus far. Her parents were overjoyed to have her home, as were so many of her family friends that lived nearby, and she rarely ate out for lunch. The weather was warm and clear too.
Indeed, were it not for her body's endless lusts, Bianca would have only one gripe with the day's events; that being the fact that Alisa was so far away. Big mistake, Bianca realised and gripped the table until her knuckles turned white, as her pussy burned with longing at the thought of her lover. Or, more specifically, her lover's cock. Stop, stop, stop, Bianca silently pleaded with her brain. It took all her willpower not to reach down into her pants and at least sneak a small measure of relief.
"Oh, that reminds me," Bianca's mother looked to her daughter, "You mentioned that you met a girl. Tell us about her." Bianca almost groaned in frustration toward her mother, but held it back. There was no way she could know the torment talking about Alisa would cause.
"Um, sure... she's, uh, she's really nice."
"Come on, you've gotta give more than that," her mother, Stephanie, demanded, falling into her neighbourhood role of gossiper, eager for any information that she could gleam. Bianca sighed.
"Her name's Alisa. She's about a foot shorter than me, kind of thin, but cute. She's studying biology as a major and English for her minor," and she has a cock and pussy and we fuck almost every day. Bianca added silently and regretted it instantly as her body fell deeper into desire's embrace. Her mind conjured all sorts of memories to fuel the fire of her lust, including the first time she'd let Alisa cum inside of her. There had been so much cum, she thought with a wanton sigh.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"Y-yeah. Fine, why?" Bianca jolted back to reality.
"Your face is really red," her father pointed out.
"Huh?" Bianca then realised her opportunity to escape, "Oh, yeah. I think I might have caught something yesterday," she made a show of yawning, "I didn't get a whole lot of sleep either."
"You should've said something," Stephanie admonished and waved down a waitress. "You rest up for the day," she later advised when they were home, ushering her daughter upstairs and to her room, "I made sure everything's all clean and set up for you."
"Thanks, Mum," Bianca quickly accepted the reprieve and slugged up the stairs, both to maintain the façade of illness and to avoid stimulating her hot pussy any further. Not before she was safe behind a locked door and under her covers.
Alisa dug her nails into her forearm as she waited in line at the grocery store, a basket of food draped over one arm. She felt so hot, though she knew it wasn't simply the weather, as her cock strained against its cotton prison. It had only been an hour since her shower, which she thought would have marked the end of her day's masturbatory lusts. She'd never cum so many times before either. So why was she already eager for another orgasm?
