A while and she's hungry

Honey wakes up, her stomach gurgling and she needs one thing to satisfy it. Jizz, and as much of it as she can get. She was clean and dry and in her bed made with clean sheets. Tentatively, Honey lifted the sheet covering her in the cool temperatures of spring and she saw her clit, bulging but not erect, sticking up along her leg. She giggled a little and reached down to touch it; it responded immediately and she let out a delicious little moan and shiver.

"I've always wondered what this would be like," she said to herself and her hand started stroking her new dick-clit. The sensation was almost overwhelming; the sensual electricity of lust was hitting her system like she had a car battery hooked up to her pussy and directly to her brain.

"Fuuuuuck," Honey said, her eyes rolling back and closing tight as her hand worked her shaft. She felt her pussy getting wet and her other hand found it. She was wrong, she wasn't wet, she was soaked. She pushed two fingers into her snatch and she could feel the strong shaft of her new dick inside her, right along her pussy. It seemed to make her g-spot even more sensitive as her hips bucked off the bed while she stroked it. She bit her lip hard and kept fingering her cunny while stroking her rod. She had half a mind to call her mom in, but she opened her eyes and saw that pearl of precum forming.

No, not a pearl. It was like a goddamn marble. So much that when it built and burst, it flowed; she'd fucked guys that didn't cum that much and this was just the opening salvo of lube. The hand working her shaft kept working, but she wiped her hand across the head, picking up her precum and delivering it to her waiting tongue.

"Mmmm, fuck....fuck fuck fuck is that good...but it's not enough," Honey said, looking at her still-hardening cock. If anything, it seemed to get longer, and that's when the limber little whore got an idea. But, her stomach was rumbling, almost growling like a predator, both for food and for cum. Buckets of cum. She started to get the idea she could almost live off the stuff, but the scent of waffles drifted up through her cracked-open door even as three fingers explored her pussy and her hand kept working her shaft.