This may be getting out of hand for Amy.
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I was quiet all through breakfast. Sarah and mom talked about school, work, and other mundane stuff. Me, I was too preoccupied with the fact that I had a magically appearing and disappearing porn-worthy dong. Part of me wanted to tell them, these two people that I trusted the most in the world. The rest of me convinced me that I would be a fucking lunatic to do so.
So, resigned to my fate of keeping this secret for the rest of my life, I kept my mouth shut. Sarah and Mom kept chatting away long after we were finished eating. As Sarah animated the conversation with her hands, I watched her big lovely breasts bounce now and then. Part of me wanted to steal her away from my mom and up to my room, so that I could burry my face in the warm valley of Sarah's tits. Or even better, I could burry my cock there. I bet that would feel really good.
The tight feeling low in my body grew, then released, and I felt my cock coming out of my slit.
"Bathroom!" I yelped and shot up from the table, running upstairs.
"Too much juice, I guess," Mom giggled, and Sarah joined her.
In the bathroom, I yanked my shirt up. Sticking above the waistband of my shorts, there was the fat head of my dick, already oozing precum. It was so hard that even in my tight cotton shorts, it strained away from my body.
Weren't these things supposed to stay soft after you played with them?
"Dammit," I groaned.
How was I supposed to hide something like this at college, or anywhere else, for that matter? I was pretty good at sewing, and as I gaped at the magnificent dong sticking out of my groin, I already had some ideas for covering this up. I mean, this damn thing was bound to stand up to attention any time I got aroused, wasn't it? After all, hot girls were abundant there, and I shared over half of my classes with Sarah, and she was more than hot enough to get me aroused, it seemed.
For a few minutes, I pondered what would happen if I saw an attractive guy. Would my dick appear then? Oh, shit. Was I forever relegated to being with women? I mean, what guy in his right mind would ever want to be with a girl like me?
My dick throbbed, jerking me out of my thoughts. Dammit, I couldn't leave the bathroom like this. I had to make this thing go away.
Okay, I could do this.
I started jerking off. It felt good, but I knew it could feel better, and that would make this go a lot quicker. Raising my hand, I spit generously into my palm and slicked up my cock, stroking up and down.
Oh yeah. Much better.
Having the forethought to avoid making a mess, I raised the toilet seat and stood in front of it. Spitting into my other hand, I double-fisted my dick, amazing that there appeared to be cock to spare for a third hand. Seemed that the harder I got, the longer I got too. Up and down my hands flew, wet and noisy over my spit-laden shaft. Soon I was thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking both of my hands.
This was the first time I had masturbated only my penis, completely neglecting my pussy, and the delicious pressure that was building inside me was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It grew and grew, like a balloon swelling somewhere between my ass and cunt, but deep inside me. The core of my body burned. My dong throbbed, growing hotter and harder.
"Oh my...uhnn!"
I gasped and bent over, angling my cock down just in time for the first explosion of thick cum to erupt into the toilet. I jacked my hands up and down my bucking shaft furiously, unwittingly getting spunk on my upper hand. The addition of the slick feeling was amazing, and the new sensation seemed to rocket my climax up another level. Load after hot steamy load of spunk poured into the toilet.
Using the hand that wasn't covered in jizz, I braced myself on the tank of the toilet and hovered there, squeezing out the last of my load into the commode with an audible splash. Looking down at my flagging erection, I shook my head.
