Author's Note: I'm not including much of a recap here, so please read chapter one to get the full story.
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I sat in the parking lot for a while, trying to figure things out. My heart was pounding, and it felt a little like I was having a panic attack. I had just, happily, fucked the shit out of Ali Bennet, the doctor in charge of a medical trial I was a part of. And I had done it all with a huge cock that I seemingly grew just this morning. Something was very weird.
There was no good reason that should have happened. Ali was a doctor, a medical professional. Her reaction to seeing me with a giant cock growing out of my pussy should have been concern, or at least curiosity. Not all consuming lust. It hadn't started like that. She had been shocked, and then she had started to do her best at figuring out what had happened to me. But Ali had gone from running medical tests to begging me to fuck her in the blink of an eye. And when we were all done she had acted like everything was normal, like that was the kind of thing she did all the time. And for some reason I accepted it. It wasn't til I got outside that anything had even seemed weird about the whole situation. It didn't make any sense.
I thought about it as I drove home, but I couldn't understand what had happened at all. I wished that I could talk to someone about it, but all of my friends were out of town, and they probably wouldn't understand anyway.
The house was empty when I got back, and dark to boot. I changed into my normal lounging around clothes, a tank top and panties. My roommates make fun of me for it, but I just feel like too much clothing is unnecessarily restrictive. As long as we don't have any guests over, bras and pants go right out the window when I'm home. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table with some paper to plot out the day's events. That didn't help me understand anything better. It was all too crazy. I looked around the house. It got a little lonely when I was here by myself. I missed my friends.
Right about now Dani would be getting home from class. She was always so energetic, no matter how late she had stayed up the night before or how much work she had done during the day. She drove me crazy, but there was something so infectious about her attitude that you couldn't hold it against her. Katee would be sitting in the living room, writing a paper and watching tv at the same time. I never understood how she was able to do that. Her twin sister Kelly would be at the gym, and she always came home with a new story about how some guy was staring at her ass. Finally, Amanda would get home later in the night from her waitressing job and we'd all sit around drinking a bottle of wine and talking until it was time to go to bed. Not a bad life. I couldn't wait til they got back.
Though I might have a few things to explain when they did.
Out of nowhere a new set of images popped up in my mind. Katee and Kelly sliding their lips up either side of my cock, until they met at the tip and it turned into a sloppy kiss, precum smearing across their mouths. Dani riding me, her slender body and narrow hips sitting in stark contrast to the massive pole thrusting into her. Amanda looking over her shoulder and moaning as I pounded into her ass. Over and over, the girls in different combinations and positions, always ending with their faces covered in cum.
"Oh no," I moaned. I could feel it thickening inside of me. Feel as the wide head began to push through my lips. "Fuck, oh fuck." I scooted the chair back from the table and hastily pulled off my panties. And then I watched with mixed fear and arousal and my cock slid out of me. There was so much of it. The thick shaft just kept pushing from my pussy. Finally I reached the end, and the hard length swung up to slap wetly between my breasts.
"No way." I just couldn't believe it. Where did it all come from? Did I even have any other organs left? The thick head was resting in my cleavage. My cock twitched, and a massive pulse of precum spilled out, smearing against the skin of my upper chest. More followed and soon every heaving breath I took smeared more of the sticky fluid on my skin. I could feel as it began to run down my body, soaking into the fabric of my top.
"Wow." As shocked as I was, a part of me was incredibly happy that I was in this predicament. I don't know why, that's just how I felt. I made a choice. "Fuck it."
My hand came up and wrapped around the wide shaft. And for the first time it felt like it was really me who was choosing to do that. And it was good. I was so big that I couldn't touch my fingers around my cock. And so long that jerking myself involved a significant amount of travel. I slid my hands over my crown, collecting up my liquid desire and using that to lube my skin. I was moaning and panting. Precum continued to spill out of me, making it look like I was taking part in some obscene wet tshirt contest. My nipples were hard and pressing through the thin fabric of my top where it was stretched tightly over my breasts. I ran one of my hands down to my root, using my thumb to massage my clit. My other fingers rubbed furiously at my pussy.
And then I made a decision that would change everything.
I tilted my head down and flicked my tongue across my slit.
It felt like fireworks had exploded in my brain. The taste of my desire, so sweet and flowery, was the best thing I had ever encountered. I couldn't get enough. My body seemed to understand, and it responded. As I took the tip of me into my mouth even more precum flowed out. Every burst of fluid was more than a guy made when he came, and I had to swallow almost continually. Even then, most of it spilled out of my lips to run down my shaft. I opened my mouth wider and took my full head inside, my tongue found the flared rim of my cockhead and slipped under the ridge, stimulating my most sensitive area. I push my head down until I felt the entrance to my throat. But I was too big, and the angle too wrong, to go any further. It didn't matter. I worked my cock, drool and precum spilling out of my lips, my hand a wet blur on the shaft. I had three, and then four fingers in my pussy. A vision of fucking myself with my biggest vibrator while sucking my cock flashed into my mind.
That was enough to set me off. My pussy clenched down on my fingers, and I could feel my nectar squirting out of me. My abs flexed, and my cum came boiling up the thick shaft of my cock. It exploded against the back of my mouth, making me gag a little. But then I was swallowing as much as I could. It wasn't enough. Hot, milky cum poured out of my lips to run down my chin and onto my chest. I had to breath, and I pulled my lips off of my cock. The next shot hit me in the face, pasting my eyes shut. More went into my hair. A couple of ropes even shot over my head to land on the kitchen floor behind me. My hands were sliding up and down my shaft, milking out my spunk and churning my gift up into a thick foam.
Finally, it was mostly over. I gently cleaned the cum from my eyes and looked down. Fresh cum was still spilling weakly from the end of my cock, more than a guy let out in a day with each lazy spasm. I bent down and carefully licked and sucked at the tip of myself. None of that hot cum could go to waste. Finally it stopped, and I had had enough.
I looked at my shaft through cum flecked lashes. My hands were still lightly stroking me. What I could see of my chest was a cum covered mess. I smiled, which turned into a giggle. "I think I could get used to this." I leaned down and lightly kissed my cockhead. It twitched, almost like it knew I was happy.
