Please describe the perfect penis

Author’s note: Hi guys! Sorry it’s taken so long to get this chapter out, and I hope it’s not too short for the wait. I said in comments, but my work has really picked up over the past few weeks and it’s been hard to find time to write, especially erotica which is hard to do at work lol. I’m hoping that my updates will be more consistent, but aren’t likely to be as rapid as my original 24-72 hour turnaround even though we are approaching the beginning of the end of this story. Anyway, thanks for your patience and enjoy the next entry! -Shamefullyhere

Please describe the perfect penis.

***

When I finally woke up, the first thing I noticed was a soreness in my core. A burn not like a good work out, but more like a surgery. Did that fucking alien steal my kidneys to make a meal or something? I grunted, too tired to open my eyes. It was a level of exhaustion I hadn’t known in some time.

My jaw hurt, too. My tongue felt like it was marinated in cum, a permanent new taste to my organ that could taste itself. My mouth wasn’t dry, but it was very full with a leaky cock. My nose was covered in dry cum and was filled with the salty scent of balls, their larger size apparent just from the heat I felt on my face. My hand, drenched in massage oil, reached over to pull the dick from my mouth, something my mouth did not have the physical strength to spit out. My hand found the middle, which was folded off to the side of my mouth and gave it a weak tug fueled mostly by gravity and inertia.

I felt its weight slump against my forearm it had to be a foot long now. If it would have hurt less to do so, I probably would have smiled. If nothing else, no sexual experience was going to beat actually topping a big tittied, fat cocked futa. In real actual life.

My whole body felt a bit sore, especially around the joints, which made me even less enthusiastic to move. She wasn’t awake yet. Lying beneath me, face buried in my cunt. I might have liked to roleplay that fantasy she had of dating my pussy.

Fuck, that feels so nice… her face buried in me. Her thumb came up and gently tapped against my belly button, something stirring in me. Kinda? It was a weird, unfamiliar feeling. Like a flex in my clit, but not at all my clit. Her thumb gently tapping my abs… she wasn’t pushing me away. She was admiring.

Her pussy wasn’t vibrating anymore. Neither were her nipples under me. I did it. I turned them off and earned at least enough trust back that she was admiring my abs instead of pushing me off of her. The temptation was there to just start rubbing, but I figured it would be best to give her jaw a break.

I peeled myself from her face, feeling that weird pinching in my stomach. I couldn’t ignore it like I had been for the last few days. On Wednesday it had felt like a weird period cramp, but now it felt kind of like an external soreness. I dismounted the chair and rubbed my tight abs, feeling a tender spot on the bottom center.

Penis. My eyes shot back up the very moment they looked down to investigate the tenderness. There wasn’t any room for denial. I had a big hard dick jutting straight out from my pubis. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have been surprised. But surprised I was.

“Oh, fuck.” I reached my hand down hesitantly, wrapping my fingers around it, taken off guard by how good it felt. It was a bit larger than Charlie’s penis used to be, balls grown to proportion. Nowhere near the size of Charlotte, even though it was hard as a rock.

It seemed to be pulling on me. Even just my hand resting on it couldn’t help itself building friction. I’d always wanted a dick.

I heard a whimper from the table, interrupting my slow masturbation. Charlotte was waking up. Which meant I needed to just get my hands off myself and have the adult conversation. Talk about where we stood. Talk about where we go from here.

But my dick really did seem to have a mind of its own, and seeing the cum-glazed mess of a woman coming to on the examination table gave it the power to keep control of my hand slowly running along its length.

Her pink eyes opened and instantly locked on to my new appendage. I didn’t get a chance to try and read her expression. “Fuck me...” She sighed, starting to roll her sore body onto her side.

“Yeah, I know, it’s—“

“No, Tori.” She rolled onto her stomach, lifting her butt up slightly. “Fuck me.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to be the mature one who said ‘emphatically, no’ and have the talk we needed to have. But I was already stood behind her, mouth dry and staring at her bulging pussy. It looked like it’d spent days in a pump, pushing her thighs apart as if they were holding a tennis ball between them. This was my fantasy, wasn’t it?

The very moment the head of my dick slipped between her overstuffed lips, I quivered and fell forwards, breasts pressing into her back. Lightning seized my spine and I couldn’t even **** air into my lungs. No wonder men loved this shit.

“Don’t stop.” Charlotte gasped, granting me the strength to stand. I had plenty of experience with a strap on. I loved pounding a pussy into dust. I loved making a girl feel like nothing but a toy. But it was much different when I was getting sensational feedback.

Her velvet felt like heaven. Warmly cuddling me and sending more lightning strikes into my spine. I felt pathetic. I felt amazing. I doubled over again, no longer able to fully stand. No wonder Charlotte preferred cuddle fucking. Very soon, there was an unfamiliar pressure building at the base that Charlotte recognized before me. “Cum inside.” She said, throwing her hips back into me.

What could I do but obey? I felt the thing twitching, warmth shooting along its length. It must’ve been quite a good orgasm judging by the harsh spray of squirt my pussy released onto my twitching balls. I could hardly breathe, burying my face in Charlotte’s hair, hands grabbing her skinny arms. “L-love… Lllllove…” I both couldn’t stop myself from speaking, and couldn’t finish my sentence.

The sensations changed as my dick softened, slipping out of her without any movement on my end. “Heavy.” I felt Charlotte creak beneath me, making me suddenly aware of just how much I was trying to cuddle her.

I pushed myself up, apologizing as she rolled over. “I really liked doing that.” She giggled, forcing a smile to my own face.

“We should probably talk about reversing this, though.”

“I’m not getting a reversal.” She shrugged. “Jens might be convinced to do one for you if you want.”

“Charlotte, I never wanted to do this to you.” I gestured to her gorgeous body. “I’m not the kind of person you can trust with this much—“ I stopped for a second, remembering Mommy’s lesson. I’m the kind of person I choose to be. “Is this really what you want?”

Her eyes smiled and she propped her head up on an elbow, looking me up and down. Then she spread her legs and lifted her orange-sized balls out of the way, proudly showing the swollen, dripping cunt between her legs. “One for the road.”

I felt another pulse between my legs. She keeps getting more perfect. “I want to talk, Charlotte. Really.”

“Did you take your pills yesterday? When we were arguing?” She asked. I kept hearing that question. Did you take your pills? Have you been taking your pills? Where are your pills?

“Yes, of course.” I ran straight to the kitchen after she stormed off and popped two in.

“No you didn’t.” She giggled.

“Charlotte, I swear!”

“While you were asleep, Jens had to do some work neutralizing the pills you’d taken. You took my pills.” She sighed, reaching over and gripping my slimy cock. I shivered, unable to pull away. “Your pills are still with your luggage.”

***

Kai was running her spiel through her head of what she was going to say. It was one thing to learn that a client was juicing. A friend? That was something else entirely. A pregnant friend? Kai couldn’t have flushed those pills any faster after they rolled out of Tori’s bag.

She should have seen it, sooner. Tori’s progress was far too rapid. She always looked like she was on a razor’s edge emotionally. She sweated like crazy, her muscles got big fast, and she just kept smashing her own records. Kai probably suspected it, but didn’t want to believe.

When she texted Charlie about it, he had tried to insist they were a prescription for some thyroid condition, but Kai didn’t buy it. Unmarked, oversized pill bottles didn’t scream legit. So Charlie admitted that she had a problem and suggested an intervention.

Despite the short notice, Kai agreed to host a dinner. Charlie kept insisting that the pills don’t get thrown out, which made Kai suspect Charlie may have had some issues of his own. When Frankie saw him the other day, he said that he’d lost a lot of weight. Also that he was too hung for sweatpants to hide, but Kai didn’t think that was relevant. So she invited Jane and Gina, too, since they’d gotten close to Charlie over the weeks.

“Alexa,” Jane called out in the kitchen, sliding a pecan pie into the oven as the little black cylinder on the counter lit up blue. “Set an alarm for thirty minutes.”

“Ok,” the robotic voice answered, “setting an alarm for thirty minutes.”

Kai double checked that Tori’s luggage was hidden under her bed. She wasn’t leaving with it until she agreed to start getting help. Kai already had to host Danielle’s intervention this month, so despite the disheartening nature of it, she felt better prepared.

Frankie snuck in behind her and gently embraced Kai. His strong arms melting her and letting her feel the fear she was pushing aside. Charlie and Tori were friends, sure. But they were quite new friends. Maybe it was overstepping, but when it came to **** and ****, Kai felt like someone had to say something.

Frankie gave Kai a kiss on the top of her head, shushing her as they rocked back and forth. “It’s the right thing.” Frankie assured her, sensing what was troubling her. This could be the end of some friendships. But how real was a friend who didn’t care enough about you to stop you from ruining your life? “I admire your bravery. I know I didn’t want to get involved, but you’re right, Mamacita.”

“I think they’re here.” Gina called out from the front room, looking out the window, still dressed in her low cut work shirt and tiny blue uniform skirt. Kai spun around in Frankie’s arms and hugged him back, burying her face in his chest.

“What if they feel ambushed? Was it a good idea to make everyone park around the corner?”

“They would have run if they saw all the cars. At least we get them in the door.” He kissed her forehead, breaking the hug with a tender squeeze.

“Oh my god, I always forget how huge she looks next to him.” Jane whistled, sitting next to Gina on the couch, fingers lifting the curtains. Kai jumped over and swatted their hands away from the blinds.

“What if they see you?” She chastised her friends. “Just, like, sit still for two seconds, ok?”

Frankie took his seat on the recliner, Gina and Jane moving over to the love seat. Kai, meanwhile, went over to the front door, waiting expectantly for the knock. She had to calm herself. Yes, they had a **** issue. But Tori held a steady job working with people. And Charlie was one of the most kind and sincere men she’d ever met. How bad could this possibly go?

The knocks were a little too hard. A little too loud. Probably irritation from withdrawals. Kai let out a deep breath, catching her bearings for a few moments before finally opening the door.

Immediately she was caught off guard, having to look way up to see Tori’s face. Tori wasn’t even wearing heels. Just a hoodie and sweatpants. Tori’s head stood over the top of the door, even. Were those HGH? Kai wondered.

Standing behind Tori, avoiding eye contact, was Charlie, dressed in a baggy sweatshirt/sweatpants combo, as well as a surgical face mask. Probably hiding scabs or missing teeth. “They’re not ‘roids.” Tori sighed, practically pushing past the stunned Kai, Charlie following her very closely. “Listen, I promise we’ll explain everything to you and Frankie if he’s here, but you need to put your phone outside and I need to take my pills. Like, right no—“

Tori’s head turned to the living room to see the group sitting on the couches, notes apps open with hastily prepared messages. “Oh, fuck.”

“Plan B.” Said who Kai had thought was Charlie. But it sounded nothing like him. He tore the face mask away and Kai saw a woman she didn’t recognize, with pink eyes and soft features.

“Who the fuck are you?” Kai stumbled backwards. This was not going at all like she’d hoped.