Layla's Secret

Someone once told Ethan not to open closed doors in people's homes.

Later, Ethan would make a mental note that’s very good advice.

For now, his mind is elsewhere, fixated on the impossible sight in front of him.

Shirt and sweatpants on the floor, Layla’s body is laid bare, naked as the day she was born. Whipping around as Ethan enters, she lets out another scream, giving Ethan a full view of her front.

{if Layla's Secret=true}And what a front. Layla is well endowed, up above and down below. The same chest on anybody else would be the main attraction, her tits a massive pair of twins. But she’s not anybody else. Had Ethan not known about the enigma hanging between her legs already he might have screamed back, but instead all he can do is gawk. She’s hung. Despite being soft, her cock is thick and meaty, with a pair of balls to complete the set. The woman is truly sex made manifest.{else}A scream of surprise catches in Ethan’s throat, all the color draining from his face. Layla is just as well endowed as he could have ever dreamed… and then some. Unable to look at her chest, despite how much he wants to, his eyes wander downward to the impossible thing between her legs: a soft, hanging cock and pair of balls. Stammering, Ethan feels light-headed, staring at a cock almost certainly bigger than his own attached to his sexy neighbor.{endif}

“ETHAN!” Layla screams her voice shrill, and suddenly she bolts towards the gawking man.

Like a deer caught in headlights, Ethan freezes. The amount of heavy meat bouncing as she closes the gap is mind-boggling, and it’s not until she’s inches away does Ethan think to wonder what she’s planning on doing.

Scrambling behind him and hiding was not even in his top ten. Hands-on his shoulders, she almost cowering behind him, holding on so tight Ethan winces in pain.

“THERE'S A RACCOON IN HERE!”

“Wha-” Ethan blinks a few times, feeling like the image of Layla’s tits and package are burned into his eyelids. Looking around, he doesn't see what she’s talking about. There’s an open window, a broken plate, what looks like a trail of crumbs, and-

“Oh fuck!” Ethan sees a raccoon half hidden behind a large bed. “Uh…” Looking around the room, Ethan tries to figure out what to do about the damned thing. Dealing with wild animals was not in his wheelhouse. And yet, that same instinct that sent him running when Layla screamed flares up again, his body moving on its own, his head barely computing the last seven seconds.

Reaching out, he starts rapidly flicking the light switch, basically because it’s the only thing in reach, and mobility is currently a problem. The raccoon instantly reacts to the flurry of ons and offs, scurrying out from its hiding place. It looks Ethan dead in the eye before letting out a weird growl-like hiss, then turns and scampers up the wall and onto the window sill, slipping away from sight. Dragging himself, and Layla, over to the window, Ethan slams it shut, peeking out to see the raccoon climbing down a spout.

“E-Ethan…” she quivers against his back, holding on close. “Is it gone?”

“It’s gone…”

“Oh… Oh my…” Layla lets go of Ethan’s shoulders, staggering back slightly. “I… think I’m going to…”

Ethan turns, facing the very naked, and very complicated, woman.

Realization sets in, Layla’s face twisting into a mask of horror. Gasping, she tries to cover herself, one hand going low, the other high. Neither get the job done, both leaving some part of her private parts exposed. Twisting herself away, she drops into a crouching position, trembling.

“OH! G-GET OUT PLEASE!”

Face beat red, Ethan dashes for the door, slamming it closed behind him.

The whole exchange was less than thirty seconds, but that might have been the most unbelieve thirty seconds of his life so far. Standing at the door still, Ethan takes an uneven breath, his body loaded with adrenaline. He’s also hard again, but that was something to worry about later.

Knocking on the door slightly, Ethan clears his throat.

“Layla?”

No response.

He knocks again, lightly still, but a tad louder.

“Layla…”