Back to his place

Dion made his way shakily up the stairs toward his apartment. He didn’t know if once he met Tracy he could be able to not corrupt her like he did with the 2 women in the strip club. Heck, the salesgirl from earlier may have turned into a voracious slut by now.

He reached the door of his apartment, glad he didn’t run into one oh his neighbour in the way. His was feeling bigger after what happened at the strip club, it was dripping a slow, steady flow of fluid in his pants and on the floor. Entering his apartment, he was partially relieved to find out that his wife wasn’t here, probably still at work. Maybe he will not corrupt her; maybe he could resolve his problem by himself. He just had the time to sit down on the couch before his overstressed pants broke, his cock emerging from the destroyed garment.

Dion grunted as he began to lose control of his organ, the massive, meaty hunk of meat having grow so thick and large, now a towering 15 inches and so thick that he couldn’t possibly wrap one hand around it. His balls had swollen too, hanging low and heavy beneath his giant shaft. Grabbing his cursed cock with 2 hands, he groaned as he began to masturbate, determined to get off without the help of his wife. Looking at the clock, he estimated having a couple of hours to do so, maybe a little more.

A few hours later Tracy came back from work. She was feeling a little light-headed as she walked into the hall; the air smelled strange although not unpleasant. The strange smell was coming from a clear liquid that had dripped all over the hall, much to the janitor’s dismay. The fifty-something man was cleaning the floor with the help of his wife, although the couple was feeling increasingly bothered and sweaty.

Tracy finally reached her apartment's door. As soon as she closed the door her nose was filled with the smell, only this time it was incredibly stronger, the heady, potent aroma making her dizzy and incredibly horny. But it was nothing next to what she saw next.

Dion was sitting on the couch; at least it looked like him. His cursed cock had grown again, now a gigantic 2 feet long red fuckstaff. The stretched skin pulsed angrily around his rod, aching to sheath itself in hot female flesh. Beneath it, his ballsack was grotesquely swollen, filled with what looked like 2 bowling balls. His body and most of the room were covered with a slimy fluid. Dion looked at his wife with bloodshot pleading eyes. His cock throbbed painfully, sexual hunger pulsing through his veins.

"DION! W-WHAT ARE YOU..." Tracy cried, shocked beyond measure by the scene. The loving wife moved toward her husband, frowning and biting her lower lip, her eyes glued to his dick. With visible effort, she tore her eyes away from his crotch and looked him in the eye. "What happened baby?" she said while kneeling next to her husband. She felt her nipples stiffening and poking through the work shirt.

The entranced man could only groan and mutter a few words, about curse, orgasm and how he couldn’t get rid of it. He had spent more than 2 hours trying to get off without success. Now his massive prick was getting less sensitive the more he touched it, the skin turning tougher, almost like leather. Still, he couldn’t stop trying to cum, humping the air weakly; sliding his hand down to again tightly grip his giant prick. The astonished wife couldn't help staring at his tremendous cock as he started beating his meat again, slowly and very hard, groaning as he moved his fist up and down the oversized length of his cock.

She dropped her hand, intending to pull his fingers off of his prick. The next thing Tracy knew, her hand was on Dion’s cock. It spasmed, Tracy’s hand strangely able to give him pleasure while his hands couldn’t. As if her brain was operating on autopilot, Tracy started to jack him off. She didn't know what had come over her, her mind was screaming with alarm, telling her to call an ambulance for Dion, yet she seemed to instinctively know what to do. Her pussy was very wet, throbbing so much in her panties that she could hardly think straight. She felt overwhelmed by a wanton, uncontrollable lust.

Dion just lay on the sodden couch, groaning weakly as he submitted to his wife hand job. He didn’t have the will to warn her of the threatening demonic curse. Tracy started to use both hands to jack him off, wrapping her fingers tightly around the throbbing cock. She stared intently at the dark red cockhead for several seconds, seeing how the fat crown glistened with sticky fluid. The lust-crazed wife lowered her head, pressing her lips to his piss hole. Shamefully she thrust out her tongue, eagerly licking the tasty cock juice from the tip of his prick.

She felt as if she'd lost all control of herself as if it were no longer possible to distinguish between what she was really doing now and what she might have dreamed about. She couldn't believe that she was actually shoving her sick husband’s grotesquely expanded cock down her throat.

“Uuuhhggg, s-so good, but you shouldn’t do this… It-it’s bad for you.” Dion panted as he tried to warn her wife, yet it was feeling so good, finally, he started to feel a little release.

Tracy didn't answer. She was too busy sucking cock. Loudly and wetly she slurped on the tasty prick, hearing her own gurgling, smacking sounds of cocksucking pleasure filling the room. The prick grew even stiffer, beating on the roof of her mouth as she tried to fit more and more into her. She never enjoyed blowjobs before but this one… It was mind-blowing. Furthermore, it seemed to help him, she heard how his pained groans were turning into moans of pleasure, this tough eased her mind, she was just doing what any loving and caring wife should do.