Lucy slowly walked towards him. She lifted the hem of her dress, letting Tod see she had discarded her panties. The trimmed hair of her pussy showed, then she let her dress fall open. From her pert pink-tipped breasts down the flat expanse of her stomach, Tod watched mesmerised. Lucy stooped two steps above him and let her dress fall to the floor. This was unlike anything she had ever done. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she stood naked before Tod.
Watching Lucy walking naked towards him was another first. He reached out for her. His mouth tasting her breasts. Her nipples full and stiff with the pleasure it gave her. Tod took his shirt off. The jeans quickly followed. Lucy held her breath as his cock appeared. Emma, for once told the truth. Her small hands felt the heat of his cock. Lucy felt her pussy moisten as her hand stroked his cock. Her mouth longed to taste it, but she wanted it inside her, now!
Lucy licked his cock. Tod so wanted to watch his penis slid between her lips. Lucy teased the head, her lips wrapping around as her tongue licked it. Lucy let a trail of saliva coat his cock, then she put it between her breasts. Pushing them together to envelop his throbbing member as much as she could. More saliva drooled between her breasts. Tod started moving his hips. Lucy soon found she could suck his cock as it rose between her tits. Her moans made thrust a little faster.!
"Don't cum yet!" she whispered. "I want this bad boy inside me." Lucy was now standing before him. His cock pressed between their bodies. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she told him to lift her up. Lifting one leg, Lucy placed one of his hands on her ass. He took the hint and lifted her easily. The feeling of her wet pussy sliding over his cock made them both moan. Lucy lowered herself slowly, feeling the head of his cock pushing her lips apart. He held his breath as he slowly worked his cock a little deeper.
"Slowly, I've never had a cock as big before." she said, gasping as more of him moved inside her.
"OH, FUCK..." she moaned. His cock was now touching the neck of her womb. Pulling back gave him feelings he'd never felt before. Her smooth wet pussy felt amazing.
"Now you can fuck me a little faster, just not all of it yet!" his hips picked up her rhythm. He was actually fucking a woman! And loving it.
With her head thrown back and eyes closed, Lucy was watching her orgasm unfold, her mind floating off as Tod now drove faster and deeper. She was so close now.
"Fuck, fuucckk, FUCKKKK." she cried as the first waves of her orgasm hit her. Tod kept pounding her pussy. he was also on the verge of cumming.
Lucy was now a rag doll in his hands. Her orgasm left her limp in the afterglow. He pulled out in time before climaxing. Lowering her to the floor. She lay there watching as Tod finished himself off by hand.
Ever the gentleman, Tod hadn't cum on Lucy. he let his cum splash against the wall. She watched as spurt after spurt hit the wall. That wasn't enough for her. she wanted to taste his cum. Leaning back against the wall, Tod had his dwindling erection taken into Lucy's mouth. She skilfully extracted the last of his cum.
He began putting on his clothes. Lucy knelt, watching as his cock disappeared from her view.
Tod helped up. Her legs more than a little rubbery. Once dressed, they both looked at the other.
"That was amazing." he said. She smiled as she answered. "No! That was fucking awesome is what that was." once more Tod had learned another lesson. People are not always as they seem.
Tod's day finished with both Emma and Lucy, leaving him in no doubt that they intended to fuck him again. Jean meanwhile overheard the women making their plans about Tod. Sitting at her desk, one hand caressing her aching pussy. She made her own plans for Tod.
Once he'd arrived at home, he fed the cat and headed for the shower. The shower helped to relax him. His mind played over the day's events. With his eyes closed, he once again watched as Emma and Lucy enjoyed his cock. He always referred to it as his penis, but today both women called it a cock, which he preferred over penis. Penis sound like a word used by his mother, or even his grandmother. No, from now on he would use the word cock!
After his shower and eating, he sat watching TV with the cat once more joining him. As with before, it wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep.
His dreams this time didn't hark back to his high school and college days. These dreams had women in skimpy bikinis, on sun-drenched beaches. Some even asked to see his cock! Of course, he obliged. Just as one beautiful black woman was reaching for his cock, the darkness descended.
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The cat once more slowly approached him. After cleaning its self, it turned to face him.
"So! How are you finding the change?" the cat/demon asked with a knowing smirk. Nice, isn't it? Knowing that a simple few extra inches can alter the way some women see you. But enough of the small talk, lets discuss the terms of our deal, shall we?"
The cat/demon drew closer. Tod waited for his fate to be revealed.
"Don't look so worried, just look how things could be from now on. savour all that pleasure!" that smirk was back again. His common sense urged him to revert to his old self. Having had a taste of what his life could be like! He agreed to listen to the terms. After all, what's the worst that could happen?
"Good. Now where shall I start?" with that a list appeared before Tod. It hung in the air as he read it. The list contained ten names. All ten are female. Reading through the list, he noticed one woman's name. Sandra Palmer, she was a well-known religious woman who strongly advocated against sex. Mainly on the internet, but also magazines, books and of course fallen women.
He saw another name he recognised. Again, it was a religious woman, but this time she was a black woman who spoke out against interracial marriage, not just black and whites, any other race, colour or creed. Her name was Miriam Wilson, a widow. Her husband had been an ordained minister, though not associated with any mainstream religion.
The next six names didn't ring any bells, but the last two did. The cat/demon laughed out loud as Tod read his mother's and sister's names. His mind froze at the thought. The list faded from view.
"Now, I know the last two names are troubling you right now, but you'll come around, so will they once they see how you've grown!" again with the laughter.
"Me personally. I'd be worried about Margaret and Jayne?" as he thought about the two names, the list appeared in his mind.
"You see, most of the women will see your obvious charms, but not these ladies? One of them is blind. And the other is deaf and blind? You see what I mean?"
Tod was now beginning to see. He'd been thinking about how do you seduce a woman who is against sex, and the other woman against any sort of interracial relationships.
And to top it all! You only have twelve months to finish the list! Which of course you can complete in any order you like? Maybe mom and sis first?"
He glared at the cat/demon. Before he could say anything, a desk appeared before him. It was a tall desk. It reminded him of a ledger's desk from a dickens novel. He was now sitting on a chair at the desk. A thick leather-bound book appeared before him. The book opened, and the pages turned slowly, then quicker. The book now lay open on the last page. The word sponsor at one space and sponsored party.
Did he really want this? Could he do what was required? The pen hung over the page. The cat/demon had already signed. His thoughts went to his mother and sister. Could he? The pen lowered to the page. The cat/demon sat watching as he deliberated, then the cat/demon smiled as Tod signed the page.
"Well done dear boy. If this all plays out as I hope! You'll have ten very satisfied women. And I'll have some very serious brownie points with his lordship!" the cat/demon gave him a very flowery bow, then turned and walked off into the darkness.
When he awoke. His mind was clear. No usual morning fog, that only his morning coffee would clear. This morning found him clear minded, and he had full recall of the dream. Making his coffee, he thought about the deal. He thought about the list, if he was honest. The moment his mind thought about the list, it appeared in his mind's eye.
Margaret Summers. Blind
Miriam Wilson. Racist.
Helen Spencer. Mother.
Jayne Smith. Deaf and blind.
Susan Watts. Designer
Julie Wright. Stylist