Sleep, interrupted

You wake in the middle of the night, something having disturbed your sleep, to find your bedroom door open slightly. In the light that spills through from the landing you see a figure stood over your bed, slightly hunched over and muttering something in a breathy voice. You freeze in terror, your sleep-addled brain racing a million miles a minute. Subtly you reach your hand across to the bedside lamp, touching it just as the shadowy figure lets out a familiar sounding moan and you feel something hot and wet splash across your face. The light flicks on and you stare in shock at the sight of Emily, stood naked over you with a fevered look in her eyes as she pumps away at the massive cock jutting from between her thighs, just as she unleashes another moan and second heavy splatter of what you now realise is cum. Her whole body shakes with the **** of her orgasm, and as the last spurt falls across your shocked face, her eyes suddenly clear and she runs from the room with a cry of anguish.

You sit there stunned for an unknown length of time, before finally heading to the bathroom and cleaning yourself free of Emily's prodigious output. You stare into the bathroom mirror, leaning heavily on the sink and let out a sigh, before heading to Emily's door and knocking gently.

"Emily... can... can we talk about what just happened?" you call through the door. On the other side you can hear quiet sobbing. You rest your hand lightly on the doorknob, thinking about going in and... what? Confronting her? Comforting her? You don't know. On the one hand you hate to see her upset, but on the other you feel... violated by what she did. You're about to turn away when the door opens and Emily is stood there, her face red from crying. No longer naked, she's covered herself with a dressing gown. Your gaze involuntarily flicks to her crotch, before going back to her face.

"I had no idea you were... um... trans..." you say nervously, breaking the awkward silence growing between you both.

"I'm not you idiot!" she shouts, before taking a deep breath, visibly struggling to keep calm, "This... thing just grew! From nowhere and for some reason I can't stop thinking about you, and your stupid face, and every time I do it... it... aaargh!"

She clenches her fists, nostrils flaring as she looks at you, conflicting emotions passing across her flushed features. You swallow, unsure how to respond to her rant. People don't just go around growing penises spontaneously, do they? You reach out hesitantly, and put your hand on her shoulder.

"Look Emily... I'm not... about what happened... I'm not angry but you-" she looks up at you sharply, her lips curling into a sudden snarl. She grabs your t-shirt and pulls you into the room with surprising strength and practically throws you onto the bed. Before you can react, she's on top of you straddling you.

"I crept into your room and masturbated WITH THE GIANT FUCKING DICK that I somehow grew, and you AREN'T ANGRY? I PAINTED YOUR FACE WITH *BUCKETS* OF CUM!" she yells, "WHY THE FUCK NOT? I'M ANGRY! YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING LIVID!!!"

You swallow nervously. In the sudden bout of frenzy consuming her, Emily's gown has fallen open, baring her full, plump breasts, each capped with a dark pink nipple like a cherry pit, and revealing her monstrous cock, erect once more, throbbing visibly along its length, twitching and drooling clear fluid from the bulbous tip. You look from them and it, and back into Emily's face to see her eyes glaze over. Her tits heave as her breathing goes ragged.

"Of course you aren't angry... probably liked it..." she mutters in a deep, throaty voice. She unconsciously rolls her hips as she pants, grinding that monstrous cock against your stomach. In a sudden lurch of motion she pins your arms to the bed, her engorged cock rubbing against your face, smearing pre across your recently scrubbed clean cheeks.

"Yeah... you like it... want it... so bad..." she pants out - you don't know if she's talking about herself or you there. Unwisely you open your mouth to protest, just as she hunches forward, forcing the swollen glans of her cock between your lips, the meaty girth of it forcing your jaw wider and allowing every successive jerk of Emily's hips to push that cock further into your mouth, muffling your protests before they've even begun. You struggle weakly, but the small girl on top of you seems impossibly strong, consumed as she is by her lustful frenzy.

Your mouth is full of the taste of her, a heady, musky flavour and your jaw hurts as she face-fucks you remorselessly, making you gag slightly each time the blunt head of her cock hits the back of your throat. Mercifully, perhaps, she doesn't last long, her thighs clamping around your head as she pushes herself as deep as she can. You note in a detached way that she barely has half the length of her cock inside you, before she erupts, and your oesophagus floods with thick, sticky seed. Her massive load, apparently undiminished from the one she shot all over your face earlier, makes your cheeks bulge obscenely as it backs up, even filling your nostrils for want of somewhere to go. Stars dance in front of your eyes as the lack of oxygen threatens to make you black out when she finally pulls back, leaving you to cough and splutter as you try to clear yourself of the cock-snot filling your airways.