I blinked. Did she say what I think she said?
"I'm sorry, what?"
She put her hand on the door, pushing it open. "You heard me," she whispered. "I want you."
The door creaked open. I was standing there wrapped in a towel, still wet from the shower. The bulge of my mutated cock clearly visible as a lump in the towel. Her words -- God -- the look in her eyes, they sent a thrill through me. I felt heat bloom in my groin.
"I've never done this before," she said, her voice husky and low. Her blue eyes settled on the bulge. "I...I probably never will again." She took a step towards me and placed a hand on my chest. Her nails were long and sharp, painted blood red. Her other hand rested on my bulge and squeezed gently. Both of us took in a sharp breath. "Oh, Mike," she whispered, her breath on my face. "How did you manage to hide this?"
Again, my name isn't Mike, but who was I to kill the mood? I let her walk me back into the apartment. She closed the door behind her. "Let's just...," she trailed off, words failing her again. Her cheeks reddened. "Talk later. Kiss, now."
Before I could say or do anything, her lips were on mine. Her lips were soft and moist. She hungrily sucked my lower lip. She pushed herself against me, her pillowy breasts against my chest. I let the towel drop to the floor and wrapped my arms around her. Before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth, hungrily darting around. Warm and wet. Her hands travelled across my back. My monster cock sprang to life -- it did so quickly and made her jump back in surprise with a yelp.
"My, my," she said, panting. She gave it a hungry look. "What on Earth is that?" She stepped forward and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She sighed longingly, I moaned softly.
It was so sensitive. Moreover, I had never recovered this quickly. I felt just as aroused as I had been before -- as if I hadn't cum for months.
She moved her hand up and down. The tip started glowing dully. She licked my lips. "I don't understand what you are," she breathed. "All I know is that I want you." Another deep, passionate kiss before we broke apart, panting. "Come on then," she said, giving me sultry look. "Lead on then." She stated unbuttoning her blouse as I led her to my bedroom. The towel was left on the floor, and I was buck naked -- fully aware of the fact that her eyes were on my naked butt as we went. My whole body burned with the head of desire.
Once in the bedroom, she threw her blouse to the floor, revealing her lacy bra. They were holding back a pair of magnificent breasts. Her stomach showed a slight bit of flab, but it was still a gorgeous shape. Her slender arms showed a bit of muscle, perhaps indicating that she worked out. Freckles ran across her chest and breasts.
She pushed me back onto the bed.
"Think you can handle this?" she asked, looking down on herself.
All I could do was to nod stupidly. As I lay on my back looking up at her, my red and black dick stood proudly between us. The head glowed a soft amber light. I sat up slightly. Without asking for an invitation, I placed my hands on her sides, rubbing her smooth skin. My fingers trailed along the top hem of her jeans. One hand travelled to just above her groin. I turned my hand -- fingers down, palm towards her stomach -- and pushed my hand down her pants. She pulled her stomach in slightly to make it easier. My fingers travelled through a soft tuft of curly hair and kept going -- getting warmer the deeper I went. I felt her pubic mound and then the delicious shapes beyond -- first the stiff nub of her clitoris, and then the slick folds of her labia. God, she was hot and wet. She gasped as I plunged a finger in.
She gave a sultry laugh. "I'll take that as a yes." She reached back and undid her bra, making a show of taking it off -- all while grinding her pussy into my hand. Her bra fell away to reveal her massive tits in full. Her nipples were large and thick -- like tiny, protruding thumbs -- and her areola's took up most of the tip of the breast. So gorgeous. My hungry mouth found a nipple and I sucked away. God, she tasted so good.
