his two footlongs

I could see her gaze darting from one glazed rod to the other, unsure which treat to have first. She nibbled a fingernail playfully as she looked up at me. "Which one should I have first?" She asked. Her finger snuck deeper into her greedy mouth as she pictured the upcoming tasty treat.

"Why don't you have a little taste test?" I suggested. My twin-sticks bounced reflexively as I imagined her mouth running along them, licking them clean. She smiled at my suggestion and nodded. With each hand, she grasped a twitching cock at its base, aiming their juicy tips closer to her juicy lips. She leaned toward her first lucky snack, her long tongue sliding out to run along the underside of my shaft and tracing its thick vein all the way to the ridge of its head. I saw a pile of my spunk collected on her tongue before it returned to her mouth, darting back out clean more. Wendy's eyes fluttered as her neck gulped its meal eagerly. She let out a satisfied moan before repeating the same lewd actions on the other cock. Her satisfaction was in equal amount, and she still seemed undecided on which she wanted more.

"I think I'll just have both!" She decided, and before I could confirm what she meant, I my twin heads touched and her mouth opened wide. I felt the taut O of her lips stretch around the invading meat, as her cheeks bulged like a foraging squirrel, and her eyes rolled as she attempted to fit both sticky shafts deeper in her throat. She quickly found her limit as she coughed and sputtered on the pulsing heads, slurping as much spunk down her gullet as she can. In my lustful haze, I attempted a physical change. 'Her mouth can handle two cocks easily.' My yelp of pain came across as pleasure, and my command quickly became so, as I felt the resistance of her jaw give way and Wendy's face plummeted to my pelvis. She was just as shocked by the sudden ease, and her moan of confusion shivered up both shafts, vibrating like an erotic tuning fork

Wendy couldn't believe her perfect man existed and he was within delivery range. Her lower holes were dripping from his generous creampies, and her mouth was dripping with her spit and my spunk. Her long tongue wrapped tightly around a shaft and slurped it clean before moving to the other. Her throat strained as much as one cock would cause, and each shaft felt like it was getting personal service. I was lucky to be sitting already, because my legs were now jelly. I grabbed fistfuls of Wendy's hair and guided the pace. I felt her relax into my control as I pulled her roughly on my cocks. Her moans were punctuated by gags whenever I bottomed out in her hungry mouth, and my swinging nuts battered her jaw. I saw her mouth curled into a happy grin while I fed her my meat, her hands were digging furiously between her soaked thighs. The thought of a girl cumming from sucking my cocks pushed me over the edge again, and I sheathed completely inside of her. My thick ropes shot straight into her stomach, while she groaned in greedy pleasure, not wasting a single drop. I released her head and sunk into the couch, but she held my rods in her mouth for a little longer, relishing in the last few dribbles of cream I fed her. She vacuumed up the lengths of my meat and released my heads with a dry pop, sitting back on her heels and looking up at me. "Fuck, Mister. That was a great tip. Please order from us again soon. Here's my personal number, in case you ever get hungry after hours." Wendy was gathering her things and quickly leaving the apartment, obviously having more work to get back to. She quickly scribbled her number on my receipt before dashing out the door.

I hadn't moved since cumming, but the slamming of my front door roused me to action. I hobbled to the bathroom to clean myself off, finding the trip easier than it had been getting to the living room yesterday. The energy from ring use seemed to accelerate my healing process. I'd be out and using my powers in no time. Jeanie was giving me a slow clap as I returned to the couch. "What are the odds that a girl who loves multiple dicks would come to your place during the week you grow a second dick? You couldn't write this stuff." She grabbed herself a few slices of pizza and started chowing down. I didn't think she'd need food, but I guess no being can resist the Greasy Triangle. I grabbed a slice of my own and sat next to the jingling goddess. She was idly munching contentedly, not paying attention to anything but savoring. She looked so peaceful. I realized sheepishly that I hadn't given her much notice since she entered my life. Here I was with a woman-controlling ring and a gorgeous woman within arm's reach. A woman who had her most intimate areas veiled with chains, the windows of the rope community, that somehow still teased those secret views. A woman who encouraged all manner of sexual promiscuity as often as possible, who could probably perform acts I'd never dreamed of, had been here this whole time.