Pillow Talk

Thomas relaxed as the strength of his orgasm left him, settling his back onto Pamela's headboard. He looked down at the Latina between his legs, grin wide on her face as his cum dripped off of her. His cock was bending down right next to her, still semi-hard. He knew he'd be ready for round two in a very short while, a sign of his manly virility. His refractory period was just long enough for them to clean up. Then again, fucking covered in cum has its merits.

"Fuck, you're incredible Pam!" he proclaimed as she cleaned off the excess cum that had fallen off her face onto his groin. He knew she didn't have too; she only got her release when he actually came inside her mouth, but cum was so delicious anyway that people rarely wasted it unless they had too.

Eventually she settled onto his chest, arms propped up to support her head, tits crushed beneath her. "I know" she said with a smile, tilting her head in a cute, childlike manner that made her all the more delightful. He motioned her to move closer and, when she obliged, he used his thumb to wipe his drying cum off her lips. Licking the digit clean, he smiled before pulling her into a warm, soft kiss.

When she pulled back, and reached up and kissed his nose, cleaning off the cum she'd smeared there and grinned back at him. "You're getting good at that."

He suppressed him cough, suddenly uncomfortable that he had to lie about his kissing abilities again. "That's only because I had such an incredible teacher!"

She beamed at his compliment, nuzzling into his neck as they cuddled. Neither cared of the cum she was dripping onto him - they'd clean it up later. One of her hands soon found itself wrapping around his hardened cock, jacking him slowly to bring him small amounts of pleasure as they enjoyed the silence. While Thomas longed to fuck the Latina girl again, he was more than content to wait until she ready; too caught up in his fantasy made reality.

"Do you think Bianca's happy with Nick?" He eventually asked, breaking the quietness of the room.

She pondered the question, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. "I assume so. She's never explicitly complained about him to me. Why do you ask?" She added her question with a shrug, lifting her head so she could look at him.

"I mean, he's only got five inches." He explained, saying as though his point was obvious. "A girl as pretty as her is more than capable of finding a man who's packing more."

"Like you?" she smirked, reading him like a book.

It was his turn to shrug. "Why not? I'm available and live much closer than Nick does."

She tried to hide the fact that his statement hurt, striking her heart in a way she wasn't expecting. The girl masked it by smirking at him instead, giving him a sly look. "There's that ego talking. Sure, you've got the bigger dick, but that just makes you more attractive. More... fuckable!" She gave him a small peck on the cheek, accentuating her point. She also hoped it would bring his attentions away from Bianca and back to her.

"You don't understand what it's like for a girl to discover that a man's carrying some serious dick. It changes how you perceive them. And you, if you're not careful." Thomas nodded along, pretending to listen. Since he'd made the change in the first place, he knew exactly how it affected girls. "I've known a few girls who've gotten with men with ten inch cocks or bigger. They become enraptured by them, clinging onto their every word, believing everything they say; strong, independent women who've had their whole lives unraveled by just learning about some dude's dick." She shuddered, visibly shaken by the prospect.

"You're just long enough for me to still be myself around you." She admitted in a moment of honesty. "Don't get me wrong, I'm deeply attracted to you because of what you're carrying," she squeeze his cock in emphasis as she jacked him, "but I can't deny that before I learned about your dick size, I didn't have the highest of opinions of you. That's changed in the past couple of days, but still."

"So what you're saying is that girls shouldn't be able to resist me because of how long my dick is."

"What I'm saying," she sighed, trying to stop herself from being annoyed. Thomas wasn't a girl, he couldn't understand what it was like, "is that some girls don't like losing a part of themselves when they get with a man who's more well endowed. Bianca could be with Nick for similar reasons."

"Huh" he grunted, deep in thought, "I guess that sort of explains why she slapped me when she saw my cock."

"She what?" Pamela exclaimed, her heart stopping briefly at his words. "She saw your cock?"

He gave her a side look, and immediately Pamela knew she'd admitted too much. She blushed as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, the seconds stretching in long, painful agony.

"You're jealous." He eventually said. "You're jealous that I'm also attracted to Bianca."

"N... No!" She countered, her blush betraying her lie, "I can't deny that I want you to myself. I mean, you're cock is just so big. But I... Um..."

As she trailed off, he raised an eyebrow. "What about Caroline then?"

"That was..." She stayed quiet, unsure how to proceed. Why had she sent Caroline Thomas' way? She was so busy being guilty about what she'd done, she never actually thought about why she'd done it. "That was different. The girl was dripping, clearly in need of being laid. And I mean... You're just so big. I-" She was silenced by his finger, cut off mid-ramble. Next to her he laughed, enjoying the corner he'd steered her into.

"You're just too adorable when you're flustered!" he exclaimed, calming down. He then gave her a hard look, becoming serious. "You're not sure what you want, do you?"

Who does? "I want you." she whispered, laying her heart bare before him.

He nodded, as though he expected the answer. "And do you mind if I help other girls when they need to get laid?

"No, I don't." she promised, hating herself as she said it. The untold truth was that she wanted Thomas all to herself, but she'd be damned before she let a cock this big slip out of her grasp. "I know how bad it can be when a girl gets a bit dick crazed."

When he kissed her, she knew she'd managed to keep him around. Despite the happiness she felt, as she slowly jacked him off to orgasm, she wondered what she'd just gotten herself into.

Later that day, when the house was quiet and everyone was distracted, someone snuck into the attic, intent on using their daily used of the World Processor. They typed quickly, screen flashing as their change became reality.