Give the girl some air

While still groping her massive breast, you gently pull the blonde locks tangled in your left hand to extract the young girl's mouth from your spit-slick dick. Her eyes stay in contact with yours the entire time, and when the head pops free from her lips she intakes a deep, relieved breath. Small droplets of your pearly cum are still stuck to her face and some is leaking from the corners of her mouth.

"Look, I'm not complaining, but - " you begin, but you're quickly cut off.

"I'm so sorry for not asking your permission." A look of total regret and subservience colors her features, combining with her absolutely believable tone of voice to make your heart soften while your dick stays rock-hard.

She continues. "When I saw you stand up, and I saw the outline of how big your - your..."

Suddenly her baby blue eyes go wide and her face inches closer and closer to your pulsing, towering shaft. Her cheek comes to rest gracefully along your length, and she inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of your powerful cock. You see her lips part slightly, and you have the distinct feeling that it's taking all of her willpower not to stick out her little pink tongue and begin to slobber on your prick once more. And, honestly, it's taking all of your willpower not to let her. But you need answers, damn it! Something really fucking weird is going on.

You extract your hand from her thick hair and bring it to rest on her free, but still clothed, breast. Now both of her hoodie-obscured orbs are in your eager hands, and you knead them gently like dough, savoring their perkiness and size; it seems to encourage her to continue, her hot breath tickling your meat, and her words falling from her mouth in a torrent of nervous cuteness at what sounds like a hundred miles per hour.

"I saw it and just couldn't control myself. I just knew that you needed some help, and it's like something came over me, something I've never felt before. Instantly I knew it was my duty to serve you, and I could see you definitely needed serving. You have to believe this is totally unlike me, though. I mean, I just turned eighteen last month and I've never even kissed a guy before, let alone swallow anyone's cum. You're not...mad at me, are you?" Innocent doe-eyes search yours for approval, for reassurance.

You're speechless, not only because it takes you a few seconds to process all she just said, but because you now know for sure that some seriously-fucked-up supernatural shit is going on. There's absolutely no way this bombshell of a barely-legal virgin just started lusting after your 4-foot-almost-nothing frame and lanky musculature. You intend to try to understand it a bit more, if you can. Allowing her to keep your hard length draped on her cum-soaked features, and assuring her that she did the right thing in catching your orgasm on her face and in her mouth, you try to get to know this girl in the hope that it will reveal some truth about what kind of day you're having. She's eager, willing, and as far as you can tell, totally honest, so you're able to get quite a bit of info out of her.

Her name is Hannah, she's a senior in high school, and she, just like you, is on vacation. She's actually headed to meet her long-distance boyfriend, who lives in Los Angeles, for the first time. Naturally being the shy type, she's never dated someone in person, only quasi-partnerships online, and she's over the moon to finally bring their relationship into the real world.

When you prod her about how her boyfriend would feel if he could see her worshipping a stranger's erection in an airplane bathroom she merely giggles and explains that she's sure if he saw the size of the beast in your pants he'd understand. That's just as strange as anything else anyone has said to you today, but you believe it at this point. If this thing can make girls send you nudes and catch your cum on their tongues, why couldn't it charm boyfriends into letting you cuckold them? It's something to consider trying in the future anyway.

The conversation between you and Hannah naturally flows to the topic of your cock, even as it bounces with your heartbeat against her flushed porcelain cheeks, and you think you begin to understand the nature of this, for lack of a better term, quirk. The attraction of girls to your tool seems to deal with its size, which you must admit is just about the only thing on your body you ever felt you had the right to be proud of. It stand, at its full length, seventeen inches even (of course you've measured it before) and is thick enough that it's tough to wrap your hands around it completely. When you idly mention these measurements to Hannah it's as if her lust redoubles, and her cute little bow of a mouth curls into a lustful smile before she presses her lips together and begins kissing up and down your shaft once more.

Needless to say this practical veneration of your dick is spurring you on to try out another part of Hannah, and you're just about to request for her to drop her panties and give you her anal virginity when there's a sudden knock at the door.