It was 2:38 in the morning. Misty nodded off watching, "The Wizard of Oz," on TV. Stretched out on the sofa, she was now somewhere over the rainbow herself. When the knock on the door roused her, disoriented, she thought it was the TV station's test pattern tone that had brought her around. So, it took one more knock for her to truly understand what had awoken her. Without realizing the time, she yawned as she went all stumble-foot to answer it. Upon opening it, she brushed her hair away from her face and was confronted by her boyfriend's brother, Jason, who looked quite disheveled in his suit. Its jacket slung over his shoulder. He was clearly drunk and soaked from the rain which was falling heavily at the moment.
She opened the storm door, "Look at you Jason! You're a mess! What do you want?"
"I need a place to crash Misty I'm too drunk to drive home. Way too drunk!" Jason's speech was slurred speaking through his thick tongue, and he staggered from side to side, until he leaned against the door jamb to steady himself. "Can I use your couch, puhleeeeaaasee?"
Misty giggled. "Get in here you idiot!"
Mark, the boyfriend, had been drafted a month earlier and was in Marine Corps boot camp in preparation to go off to Vietnam. Misty had been lonely since, so she actually appreciated her late night visitor.
"Get out of those wet things; make yourself at home, and I'll get Mark's bathrobe and some bedding for you." With that, she allowed Jason to stagger his way into the living room as she proceeded to the tasks at hand.
Her first stop was the bathroom. She checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess. She ran a brush through it quickly, and then freshened her make-up. She wiped off the pink lipstick from her full lips and replaced it with a brighter red. She was attracted to Jason in a big way, and most probably would have been dating him, had she not met Mark first. So she certainly wanted to look good for him.
Misty had long black hair that set off her bright blue eyes. She was petite, 5 foot 6, slender, yet curvy, which included an ample bottom, of which she was quite proud. It had been complimented often since its blossoming. Her father always kidded her, 'your ass stands out like the swell of a large meal in the body of a snake,' when she would get down on herself as a teen. It always made her laugh and would get her out of her funk. Her legs were long for her height and shapely, climaxing in the prettiest feet. Her skin was a pale white. In short, she was the all American girl next door personified.
She assessed herself one last time in the mirror, with a wink and a smile. "You're gorgeous."
Finally, she took a tinkle and washed her hands.
She went to the bedroom and grabbed Mark's bathrobe which she had been using since he left. His smell on it gave her comfort and made her feel closer to him. Then, she made her way to the linen closet and sorted through, she grabbed two white sheets, a blanket, and a pillow case. With the pillow case, she realized her error and returned to the bedroom to get one of the four pillows on their bed, and replaced its pillowcase. She swept everything into her arms, and made her way back to the living room.
Jason had already stripped down to his tighty-whiteys and black nylon socks and had proceeded to pass out on the sofa. He looked ridiculous. Misty smiled. He was snoring loud enough to smother the test pattern tone with each roar. Misty dropped everything onto the coffee table. She turned off the TV. Then she shouted loudly, "Jason, Jason, let me make up the sofa for you!"
It fell on deaf ears. He was definitely passed out. So, Misty shook him, "Jason! Jason! Wake up, Jason!"
Still nothing.
She gave up and decided to force the pillow under his head. After grabbing up a sheet, and about to cover him up, she couldn't help noticing Jason's cock was rapidly growing in his drawers.
It stalled her. She stood there watching as it continued to grow and grow. Jason's cock head pressed upwards and threw back tension wrinkles, like jagged teeth, on the surface of his underwear tenting them seductively. She became mesmerized, because it just kept growing, until, at last, it burst out above the waistband and slapped down hard onto his taut belly. "Oh my!" Misty gasped, startled by the suddenness of the exposure.
Still his member stiffened and fattened and throbbed. It first obscured his belly button and, as it rose and fell with each jaw dropping pulse, grew for about two more inches. Misty was certain she was looking at a 10 inch monster cock. The first such creature she had ever seen in her 19 years. It was huge!
"Jason..." she whispered in awe, "...ooo Jason." Without realizing it, engorged itself, her pussy had grown hotter and damper with the revelation of each new inch. Her pussy lonely and hungry as it was, in Mark's absence, needed attention bad, so naturally her fingers unwittingly found it during the proceedings. They concentrated a clitoral rub through her sundress and panties. She also noticed she had dropped the sheet, probably when his prick made its sudden and shocking appearance.
"JASON!!" this time she screamed it, "JASON, WAKE UP!!" hoping to alert him to the predicament that teased her to arousal. She wanted nothing more than to have his huge cock as a broken secret sitting between them. Maybe, just maybe, with the truth hanging out there, together they could come up with a creative way to sweep it back under the waistband.
"JASON, PLEASE WAKE UP!!" And with the last, she gave Jason's shoulder a very solid shove. He continued to snore.
She stood a moment longer in reverence, until an idea sparked to mind. She had heard several stories of women being molested in like situations. Here she could turn the tables, and score one for the ladies, while living out a few fantasies of her own. No one would be the wiser.
She rushed down the hallway only to return moments later with an identical pair of tighty-whiteys, Mark's, and a pair of scissors. Misty threw the underwear into the pile of Mark's discarded clothes. She knelt by the couch and starting at the waistband cut down to the leg hole on one side and then the other. She stood, grabbed and yanked the drawers away from their owner, and when she did his entire package came to view. It was magnificent. His man meat was like an intimidating dare to behold. His balls sat large and heavy in their roomy sack cradled by his thighs.
As she surveyed her handiwork, a surge of guilt snuck up on her. How could she do this? Mark is off in service to his country, and here she is not only cheating but violating moral decency. She swept her shame away; it was crushed by her desires and needs. Jason's long, lean, smooth and athletic body, brown wavy hair, and handsome, boyish face, combined with the most beautiful package she had ever seen, further clouded her judgment. She saw herself as past the point of no return. Finally, she stripped him of those silly knee high, black socks. Jason instantly transformed into, the Jason of her fantasies with a far bigger unit than her imagination had ever endowed him.
