Can I touch it?

Instead of asking about Becky's strange new powers, or what it's like for the highschool senior to be an adult man or even what she intends to with her gift Tina's question is direct and to the point.

"Can I touch it?" She asks with a coy smile reaching out to stroke the straining member as if to sooth a skitish animal.

Becky can only groan in reply. Tina's fingers are cool and soft agains the hard heat of her sudden erection. Her heart hammers in her chest, her breath shallow and raggedy. She's never felt so turned on, never gone from zero to horny so quickly. Was this what it was like for guys all the time? How the hell did they manage?

"Ooh, he's a big one isn't he?" Tina cooed over the huge thing that that jutted from Becky's crotch "Does Mr Trent have a girlfriend? She's a lucky girl if he does."

Becky looks down and she has to agree. He's bigger than any of the boys in school she's sure. Not that she'd had much personal experience but if any of them were packing a monster like this she'd have heard about it. She tries to think about what it would be like to have it inside her but instead the image that comes to mind is of it thrusting into another girl. She can't tell if the flash is a fragment of her body's memory or the product of her imagination. In it she's holding onto the girl's hips as she fucks her from behind like she's seen guys do on the internet.

"Oh Jesus Tina," she moans her male voice hoarse "This is so wrong. I'm not gay. We, can't... ah!"

Her protest choked off in a strangled cry as Tina bent to kiss the cock's sensitive tip.

"No, you've always been about the straightest girl I know" Tina agreed "But you aren't exactly a girl right now are you? And your little friend here seems pretty keen to have some fun."

Becky has heard people talk about guys thinking with their dicks and she'd always thought it was an exageration. Now she has a dick of her own she can believe it all too easily. Without consciously making a decision she suddenly knows she and Tina are going to fuck. All the objections she might raise washed away by the thudering tide of lust roaring in her she can only focus on how she will do the deed...