Paul takes care of Liz

Paul wasted no time in giving Liz what she wanted. He pulled his softening cock out... and out... for a moment there he felt like a magician pulling scarves. He couldn't wait to have more such new experiences with his new cock.

Well, actually he could wait. There are more important things in life, like getting your partner off. Paul had come, but Liz hadn't. So, Paul moved down between her legs and set to work getting her "cleaned up." He didn't mind licking up his own come; in fact mixed with Liz's juices it tasted kind of... sexy.

Paul settled himself in and Liz began issuing encouraging "oohs" and "ahhs". He knew from experience that this would take a little while, so he let his mind wander. If this was a dream, it was a very realistic one. And yet... he reached down between his legs and felt his reality-defying cock still there. Even soft it was bigger than he'd ever been hard. Continuing down his shaft, he came to his balls, which he hadn't had an opportunity to notice much before. They too had grown, and what were previously walnut-sized were now more like jumbo eggs.

And Liz seemed totally unfazed by it. That was almost the weirdest thing. She'd even had a new nickname for it. He remembered the midget god in his dream telling him others would think his cock normal, but… seriously, a Greek God granting penis wishes? Paul didn't even believe in psychics.

Paul's ruminations were interrupted as Liz grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head more firmly into her crotch. She was also getting louder, and starting to thrash a bit. That meant she was close to orgasm, and much quicker than usual. Maybe Big Paul turned her on.

Paul stepped up his ministrations, and before long Liz came. As her orgasm died down, she pulled him up into a kiss. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

"So I see." Paul followed Liz's gaze between their bodies to his crotch, where he was hard again.

"Ready for round two?" he asked.

"You know I am. How about doggy style this time?"

"Who could deny a pretty girl like you a request like that?" he said dryly.

She rolled out from under him and assumed the position: weight on her elbows and knees, tits dangling, fine round ass up in the air, with a gleaming pussy right in the middle of it inviting him in. Paul took his time getting to his knees and lining himself up behind her. He gripped his cock at the base -- his fingers barely closed around it! -- and rubbed its head a few times over her cunt.

"Ohhh, put it in me, fuck me with your big cock," she begged. He had been about to stick it in, but since she was begging for it... he played around a little longer, using his other hand to tweak her dangling nipples. But before long he couldn't take any more teasing either, and he began the second thrust of his new cock.

This time he was more careful, and she was more loosened up, so in just under a minute he was in her to the hilt again. They moaned in unison. He could feel her pussy tightly gripping his cock, all the way from the base to the head. He took a moment longer to savor the sensation, but then it was time to fuck.

The difference in pleasure between having his cock stationary inside Liz and fucking her was about the same with his new big cock as it had been with his small one, which is to say that fucking felt five times better than what had just gotten him off. It's a good thing he had just gotten off, or he'd have spurted again after only a few dozen strokes. The sex was fantastic. The much-greater sensation of Liz's tight cunt over the newly-many inches of his cock was just the start. He could take huge, slamming strokes without the risk of slipping out. And Liz was twice as loud as she'd ever been; she just kept repeating things like "fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme yes yes yes yes ohhhh god fuckme yes yes yes."

But possibly the best part was the feeling of power. Seeing Liz reduced to mindless chanting, looking down and seeing his huge thickness straining her pussy, his long shaft pounding away at her very deepest regions. Paul decided he needed a mirror near the bed so he could watch this properly.

He kept pounding away at her, getting rougher and rougher, and they both kept getting louder and louder. Paul thought he might have heard the neighbors pounding on the wall for quiet, but he didn't care. At some point Liz had collapsed off her elbows and was now supported on her shoulders, with only her ass still up in the air, held up by the spear of Paul's cock skewering it.

Liz got louder yet, and Paul almost was starting to feel bad for the neighbors, but then he felt her already tight cunt squeeze down on him like a vise. It let up after a second, but then clamped down again a second after that, in time with Liz's screams. It took Paul that long to realize that Liz was coming. She'd never come from just being fucked before, not with Paul or anyone else. The realization that it was him and his new huge cock that had driven her to never-before-experienced pleasures drove Paul over the edge seconds later.

As their nearly-simultaneous orgasms trailed off, the lovers collapsed onto their sides in a spooning position, Paul's cock still inside Liz. They collapsed partly because they were tired from that energetic fucking, but mostly because their legs were too weak with pleasure to hold them up any longer. They lay there cuddling for some time, neither knows how long, little tremors of pleasure still occasionally coursing through them.

After a time, Liz opened her eyes a bit wider, and reached her hand down to her pussy and the intruder still in it. "So," she said, "it feels like you're getting ready for round three."