Take it to the bed

You wipe the thick ropes of cum from your face with the back of your hand and look down at Mara where she sits against the cabinet. Her massive new cock still rests heavily against her thigh, half-hard and glistening, nine inches of thick, veined flesh that her fingers still cannot fully close around. The Shared Heat feeds you the lingering pulses of oversensitive nerves running through every inch of it. She is spent from the first orgasm but nowhere near finished. The gummy’s work is only beginning.

You slide one arm around her back and the other under her thighs, lifting her with careful strength. She makes a soft, startled sound as the heavy shaft shifts and slaps against her stomach. You carry her out of the bathroom and down the short hall to the bedroom she has been using. The mattress dips under your combined weight as you lay her on her back in the center of the bed. Her legs fall open on instinct. The thick cock rises again almost at once, swelling back to full rigidity under the simple movement of air across its skin. Pre-cum already beads at the dark head and rolls down the underside in a slow string.

“Stay still,” you tell her. “I am going to work this until there is nothing left.”

You climb onto the bed between her thighs and wrap both hands around the massive shaft once more. The heat of it is intense. You stroke from the tight balls all the way to the head in long, firm pulls, twisting your grip on every upstroke. Mara’s back arches. A raw moan tears out of her throat. Her hands fist in the sheets. You lean down and take the swollen head into your mouth again, stretching your lips wide around the thick crown while your hands keep pumping the remaining length. The taste of her earlier release mixes with the fresh pre-cum that pours across your tongue.

You set a steady, relentless rhythm. Mouth and hands never stop. Every time her hips buck you press them back to the mattress and keep working. The second orgasm builds fast under the attention. Mara cries out as the thick cock throbs hard between your lips and floods your mouth with another heavy load. You swallow what you can and keep stroking through the spurts, forcing every drop out until the pulses weaken. She does not soften. The gummy keeps her rigid and aching.

You shift higher, straddle her thighs, and press the massive shaft against your own hard cock so the two lengths rub together. The contrast in size is almost absurd. You wrap both hands around as much of her girth as you can manage and stroke the two of you in the same grip, using the steady flow of her pre-cum as slick. Mara watches through half-lidded eyes, mouth open, breath coming in short gasps. The third climax hits her while you are still grinding against her. Thick ropes shoot up her own stomach and across her breasts. You do not stop the motion. You keep the dual friction going until she is whimpering from the intensity.

You slide back down and take her into your mouth again. This time you focus on the head alone, sucking hard and flicking your tongue against the sensitive underside while both hands pump the shaft in short, powerful strokes. Mara’s thighs tremble on either side of your head. The fourth orgasm rips through her with almost no build. She floods your mouth again, the volume still shocking, and you stay on her until the last spurt fades. Her chest heaves. Sweat shines on her skin. The heavy cock remains stubbornly hard.

You change tactics. You stretch out beside her, take the thick shaft in both hands once more, and stroke it in long, twisting pulls while you kiss and bite along the side of her neck. Your own cock presses against her hip, leaking steadily. Every shared pulse of her approaching climax echoes through the Shared Heat and into your own groin. The fifth orgasm makes her whole body seize. Cum blasts across her stomach and the sheets in heavy arcs. You milk her through it without mercy, hands never slowing, until she is shaking and gasping for air.

Still the gummy will not let her go soft.

You rise onto your knees, push her legs farther apart, and lean down to lick along the entire underside of the shaft from balls to head in slow, broad strokes of your tongue. At the top you take the head into your mouth again and suck while one hand rolls her tight balls and the other pumps the base. Mara’s hands find your hair and hold on. The sixth climax builds under the combined attention and breaks with a broken shout. Another thick load pours across your tongue. You swallow and keep going.

The seventh comes while you are stroking her with both hands again, faster now, the wet sound of her own cum and pre-cum filling the quiet bedroom. She soaks her stomach and the sheets once more. The eighth follows only minutes later when you take her as deep as you can into your mouth and hum around the thick head. Her hips jerk helplessly. The ninth leaves her nearly sobbing from oversensitivity, the massive cock still twitching and spilling across your fists.

You do not stop until the tenth.

By then Mara is limp against the mattress, thighs spread wide, the nine-inch shaft dark and glistening and still trying to stay hard under your hands. You stroke her through one final, weaker orgasm, milking the last thick spurts from her until nothing more comes out. Only then do you ease your grip and sit back.

The change begins almost at once.

Before your eyes the massive cock starts to shrink. The thick shaft shortens and thins in a smooth, continuous reverse of the earlier growth. The heavy balls draw up and fade. Within a minute the entire structure has pulled back into her body until only her ordinary clit remains, flushed and sensitive but completely normal again. The torn panties still hang in scraps around one thigh. Her stomach and breasts and the sheets are painted with the evidence of everything you forced out of her.

Mara stares down at herself, chest still rising and falling in deep, exhausted breaths. The Shared Heat carries the fading echoes of the intense nerves that no longer exist. She is completely spent. The purple gummy has run its course and vanished as if it had never been.

Your own cock is still hard, untouched, aching from the long Shared Heat feedback of her repeated climaxes. Mara lies open and trembling on the bed, clean of the temporary cock but marked by the aftermath. The October night holds steady outside the windows. The rest of the cask waits downstairs.