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After his second time with Emily, Zanzibar had developped new faculties. Now his cum would taste and smell delicious for every woman he would have sex with. He also had the ability to control when and for how long he cummed. He could prevent his partner from coming indefinitely, letting the pleasure grow in power until he finally let it go. He could have sex for entire days without ever getting tired or bored, a blessing he shared with his conquests. Within the few days he was about to spend on the island with Emily, his body would also go through a transformation just like his lover: His dick would grow one inch per night and end up one foot long and while his height would reach six and a half feet. His muscles would also develop from all the fucking until he would be sinewy as a lumberjack. Despite being disproportionately hung, he would never hurt a woman during sex, as the shape and size of his junk would adjust to his partner's holes by itself and his pre-cum would stimulate their erogenous zones.

I wrote all of this taking adventage of Emily's visit to the bathroom. She seemed a little bit underwhelmed, maybe expecting that I would be already up for round three right after she blew me. Well, I am now.

When she comes back to the kitchen, she finds me sitting completely naked on a bar stool, eating a banana. Giving myself unlimited stamina also made me extremely hungry.

"So, what do we do now?" she asks me, stretching. "It looked like you were done fucking, but there are other ways to have fun."

"Nope." I reply. I get up and come closer to her. She frowns, unsure about my intentions. I saize her by her waist and lift her efortlessly. "I can't be done fucking until I've plowed this booty back to hell or heaven, depending who sent it to me."

She lets out a delighted cry as I throw her onto the counter. It looks like even though I wrote my transformation to be gradual, I already gained strength. I grab her ankle and pull up to have her lie sideway, one leg extended in the air until I can let it rest on my shoulder. One hand slides along her leg and slaps her thigh, eliciting a pleased shrill. The other run along her hips and her flank. I slide my finger below her swimsuit on both sides. Down, beween her cheeks, and up, against her chest. And then I rip it apart, revealing her asshole and second breast.

She yelps, then whisper "Zanzibar! Take me now!"

How to resist such an order? I wrap one arm around her thigh and plant my dick right into her bubbly butt and start kneading her tit vigorously. And she screams, and cries, and stirs, and jumps, and dance on my cock like she's on fire.

"Oh fuck! Zanzibar, it's too much! It's not enough! Fuck me crazy!"

I chuckle and go harder, stronger, deeper. She's not ready, and yet she takes it like a champion. She kicks and drools and asks for more. She wants it all and she will get it. I pinch her nipples, I crush her rack, I massacre her hole. She's begging me to continue. Little she knows, now I can go for ages.

I've been fucking Emily's ass for an entire hour without changing position. She's covered in sweat and her own pleasure juice. Her swimsuit is in pieces scattered around the room. Her left cheek has a red mark in the shape of my hand, since we both like when I slap her repeatedly on the same spot.

Finally I come with a roar, releasing a tsunami of cum in a roar, and unlock the orgasm I've depriving her from for more than half an hour. Her face is transfigured. She raises her head suddenly and yells so loudly I hear the windows shaking. She looks like she's been stroke by thunder. I pull out from her butt and roll her on her back to spatter a full load from her neck to her pubes.

She's panting, exhausted. I myself am short of breath. But I'm not done. I saize her by her thighs, raise her against my torso and impale her on my dick. I intend to pound her pussy for three hours straight against every wall inside and outside the building and into the ocean.