Sharon Takes Control

Sharon frowned in frustration as her drawer failed to turn up any of her special order boxer briefs. That wasn’t a surprise given the frequency of her accidents, they were all down in her dirty clothing basket in the basement. Shrugging she decided pantyhose would work and the tightness would keep her sheath and sack from bouncing around a lot and setting off another explosion like the one on the stairs. Her face heated as she remembered, the combination of Robin’s jean clad butt rocking a few steps ahead of her and the way her own movement stimulated her anatomy had caused her shaft to rocket out of her sheath and begin splattering her cum all over the carpeted stairs.

She sighed. She would have to clean it up later, luckily it had soaked into the carpet and wasn’t immediately noticeable for what it was.

Turning she carefully stepped into the hose, very aware of her genitals as she did so. Sharon glanced at Robin who was sitting back upon her bed, wearing a skirt so short that Sharon would never dare to wear it, a gift from one of her oblivious aunts. The red tank top she wore was Joan’s but Robin’s even greater chest made the shirt more than a little obscene. Typically, the bimbo had the skirt flipped up and was stroking her erection as she watched Sharon dress. “Jesus Robin, what are you looking at?”

“How big is it?”

Sharon rolled her eyes heavenward. Seriously? “Why do you want to know, Robin? Your dick isn’t small, alright?”

Robin’s voice took on a wheedling tone, “Shaaare Bear! I wanna know!”

“Eight and a half inches, okay?” Robin answered, hating when her friend whined. She’d downgraded her length, the last thing Robin needed to know was that Sharon’s flaccid sheath was ten inches to her erect nine.

“Nooo-ah! When its all hard and stuff!”

“Fuck, Robin! It’s like twenty inches! Is that what you wanted to hear?” she responded her voice sharp, again rounding down from twenty-three.

Robin softly moaned her assent and Sharon noted her hands suddenly furiously jerking her prick. Sharon felt a stab of jealousy at the girl’s staying power. If she managed to get her entire length out of her sheath without blowing her load, the mere touch of her hand would send her over the edge without doubt, sometimes even the sensation of cool air on her tip did the trick. Sharon ignored the masturbating slut as she focused on getting dressed. After ten excruciatingly careful minutes, Sharon was wearing a cute ensemble, a long green skirt with a fetching white blouse. 

She grimaced a bit at how confined her package was but was generally happy that they weren’t going to cause too much trouble that way. Her eyes were drawn to a ring with three green stones lying on her dresser. Robin had been wearing it earlier, she remembered. Given how occupied her friend was at the moment, Sharon didn’t think she’d mind if she tried it on. It would certainly go well with her skirt. She slipped it on without preamble and headed for the mirror on the back of her closet door.

Watching the petite and pretty girl in the mirror, Sharon could almost forget about the cock and balls between her legs. It was just so frustrating having this powerful need to impregnate every healthy filly that came along and not be able to even start the act before she came embarrassingly. It wasn’t fair! She was a stud! She was better hung than any actual stallion! She’d confirmed it with both internet searches and even an awkward conversation with her uncle who worked at a stable!

Honestly, she just wished she were a normal girl and didn’t have to have these ridiculous stresses upon her life. Fortunately, for Sharon she had the power to make that very wish come true. For while it was true that the Ring of Three would not work on a person once it had been used three times, when it was worn by the thrice changed individual, just one more transformation was possible. It was one last chance for salvation from all of the generally ill outcomes of the ring’s use.

Sighing heavily, Sharon softly muttered her greatest desire, “I just wish…that I….had….Complete Cock Control…” Being a normal girl would be nice but…but how would she impregnate anyone like that? The ability to control her erections and when she climaxed would be just….perfect.

New memories replaced the old and Sharon suddenly felt a little silly at the strange turn her thoughts had taken over the past few minutes. Turning she surveyed her still pumping friend with her hands on her hips. Honestly, she’d taken her attempt to sooth Robin’s hurt feelings a bit far and she was rather annoyed at how much of her fertile batter she’s wasted as she willed her cock to cum as if she truly had an out of control premature ejaculation problem. Filled with a sudden wicked spirit, she decided to get back at Robin for having the audacity to loose her insignificant load insideSharon’s brood mare.

Sharon squeezed that itch between her balls and smiled evilly as it had the desired effect. Robin’s stroking of her cock continued even as her shaft softened and started to wilt beyond her supporting grip. Sharon didn’t know how it was possible but she’d discovered her interesting ability long ago with her faux-boyfriend Jim. Something about her horse dick allowed her to completely control the cocks of those around her. She willed Robin’s dick to shrink past the point of her normal flaccid length to something a dip in a cold lake might create, the blonde soon hard pressed to fit both hands around it. Robin mewled in disappointment and confusion, her arousal still evident by the way her nipples stuck through her tank top. “What…Why is it going soft?!”

Sharon stepped over and glanced down at Robin dismissively, “Apparently, it knows it’s time to go. We have guests to greet.”

“It knows that? Huh? Come on, Sharon! Tell me! This has never happened before…” Robin was still frantically masturbating, holding its diminished length with just her thumb and two fingers, “I need to cum so bad! I’m right there but…but I can’t!”
Sharon smirked. That was because Sharon was keeping her right on the edge. “Well…what are you thinking about?”
That question must have sparked some brain cells as Robin suddenly cried out, “Talk like your mom! Please! Talk like her now!”
Sharon’s eyebrows rose at the demand, that was certainly intriguing. “What like…how you’re a… Two Pump Chump?” the ring upon her finger flashed, “Couldn’t satisfy her at all with that little thing. Can’t even stay hard…” Sharon released her hold on Robin’s ability to cum, and the girl screamed and writhed as shot out of her hand, growing fully erect and spattering cum all over herself. She controlled her own cock’s desire to unsheathe itself as she watched the lewd sight.

Five minutes later, with Robin dressed in outfit after she’d ruined her own. Sharon had felt a bit guilty at the way she’d let her libido run wild with her thoughts and had given the green stoned ring back to Robin.