Interrupted!

Luna's brand new girl-cock sprang into existence as a throbbing erection, big and angry and full of need. The sensation was as powerful as it was unexpected to see the thing jutting out from beneath her skirt in the first place. Without pausing to even think about it she wrapped the fingers of one hand around the thick shaft. Her fingers were barely able to touch each other around the considerable girth—a realization that sent a totally new kind of pride and excitement through her—and she enjoyed the relative coolness of her hand against her cock. "Holy shit..."

Her cock. That wasn't a concept she'd ever had to process but it seemed entirely correct as she thought it. She'd always fantasized about something like this and she had enjoyed more than her share of porn to this effect, both animated and live-action, but to see it happening to her in real life was something else entirely.

She'd often wondered what it would feel like, mechanically, to own a cock. What she'd never paused to consider was the **** of desire and the sense of urgency that came with it. Her big fat girl-cock was achingly hard and she needed to get off. Needed to. It dominated all her thoughts and her hand moved as if possessed by a will of its own, stroking the shaft and brushing her thumb gently over the swollen head. Precum dribbled from the end, adding a pleasantly slick element to her exploration as she grew faster and more ****.

"Holy shit!" she gasped, panting towards an unmistakable climax and masturbating furiously. Her entire body was tense in anticipation of her first penile orgasm, and from the building pressure in her body it was promising to be a big one.

The bathroom door opened to admit what sounded like a small group of girls, freezing Luna's motions mid-stroke. Luna was so close! But the sudden addition of an audience was too much. She clenched her teeth and cursed in frustration, her cock swollen and angry in her grip.

"...don't know what she was talking about," some girl said, walking straight to the sink immediately opposite Luna's stall door to turn on the faucet.

"Totally," replied another,

Luna didn't recognize the voices, or at least she didn't think she did, the haze of lust shrouding her mind made everything seem unimportant. One thing above all else mattered: she needed to finish what she started. Of course that posed a problem; her steady flow of precum had made her cock nice and slick but her motions produced some lewd squelching noises and she'd had no intention of biting back the moans she knew were coming. The hot flesh twitched needily in her hand and it was a bitter struggle just to **** herself to stop.

A third voice joined the mix, this one she did recognize as Holly, another senior girl with a bit of a slutty reputation. "Yeah, whenever I don't want to give it up to a guy but I want to keep him interested, I just blow him. It's not a big deal."

The rest of the conversation faded from Luna's awareness. She had overheard boys talking about Holly's blowjobs. She was kind of a legend in the school, apparently gifted—and free—with her mouth. Luna's mind formed a mental image of the other girl wrapping her pretty lips around her throbbing cock and she nearly came on the spot. "Holy shit..." she whispered. She'd never looked at another girl that way but now all thoughts of Holly were highly sexual.

Was she gay? No wait, she had a cock now... She wasn't sure what she was anymore but she also didn't care. Whatever it was, whatever she was, she definitely wanted to get one of those blowjobs she'd heard so much about.