Dr Turner's nude awakening.

Dr Turner awakened slowly to the warmth of the morning sun and the sounds of birds singing somewhere nearby.

“What- where am I?”

The gray-haired school teacher sat up and looked about. He hadn’t a clue of where he was and how he had gotten there.

The last thing he could remember was the screaming pain of excruciating cramps racking his entire body when he had been with Ms Summers in the college parking lot the evening before. It was morning now and he was sitting amid a clump of birch trees in a suburban park somewhere.

"Mmmhmmm… don't stop…"

He started with a shock at the sleep-slurred words and gaped at the sight of two women lying on either side of him. Both deep in slumber and naked as newborns.

They were a pair of ebony goddesses who could have been twin sisters and their glorious physiques were just as breath-taking as their naked presence.

Both were slender and athletic in appearance but had tremendous breasts the size of basketballs that heaved and quivered beneath their chins with each restful sigh and sleeping breath.

Their child-bearing hips were wide but tapered into slender lissome waistlines that seemed to loudly advertise their candidacy for motherhood as did their strong fleshy thighs. These two gorgeous dark creatures were both heavenly aspects of raw sexuality and fertility.

Just the sight of them there and sudden realization that he too was naked–but for a few scraps of torn clothing–told him what must have happened during the night he couldn’t recall.

He looked down at his naked self in confusion; his cock was hanging between his legs with a hammer-like weight that he couldn’t seem to get used to. One thing was clear, he had to find something to cover himself or the sight of it and he would drive any roaming XXX-girl dangerously wild.

He began to search about the small grove for anything to cover himself with when one of the infected beauties stirred, her eyes fluttering open in a blissful awakening and blearily focused them on him.

“So the Beast is awake again, I shouldn’t be surprised…” She purred softly, stretching herself out on the grass with the grace of a wildcat and sighing contently. “…I’ll swear that I’ve never felt so thoroughly fucked and well satisfied.”

Dr Turner trembled at the sight of her lounging there eyeing him coyly. Right now all he wanted was to get back to the school and his lab to figure out what was happening to him.

“…I almost didn’t recognize you at first.” The over-stacked slut continued, “But I can see the resemblance now. Gods above but it was incredible how gloriously rough you were with my friend and I last night.”

Dr Turner felt more than a little out of his depth.

Both by his strange awakening after losing an entire evenings worth of time and this easy going attitude that the XXX-beauty in front of him was displaying. He knew the sight of his naked body should have been driving any infected woman wild with lust.

“Where am I? What happened?!” He managed to croak, massaging his aching thighs and calves as best he could.

“In the park silly,” She replied, smiling as a hungry gleam returning to her big, dark eyes “Don’t you remember?”

The blank look on the teacher's face prompted her to continue…

“My friend Darla and I were returning from a very disappointing day at work; no men left there you understand, when it… no, you came upon us in the evening. Right here, out in the open.”

She gestured about to the grove of trees.

“We have never seen anything like it! It was massive and strong and…” her eyes drifted to Dr Turner’s disproportionate manhood “Better equipped than any man we had ever dreamed of. It… you fucked both of us, again and again crying things like ‘tits… need tits’ or ‘cunt!’ To be frank, I think we actually passed out a few times and now look at me!”

She ran her hands up across her thick chocolate thighs, over her swelling hips and firm flat belly until she was gently fondling her incredible mountainous cleavage.

“I wasn’t even nearly this well endowed… oooh… or sensitive yesterday.” She cooed, then huffed in playful irritation “And now nothing in my wardrobe is going to fit me anymore…”

It was all too much for Dr Turner, spotting a spandex dress hanging discarded on the lower branch of a tree he leapt to his feet snatching at it.

Then the old man bolted for freedom hastily wrapping the pilfered garment around his waist as he fled.

"Wait, where are you going? What's your number?!"

The earnest cry of dismay behind him only spurred him on into the street where he ran onward in what he could only guess might be the direction of the college and his make-shift research lab…