Thanks for the Gift

Sharon stepped away and moved back to the fridge, pulling at her skirt as she did so. She scowled as she realized her outfit wasn’t going to work. The hem was just too short. Before the party, it was fine. She generally disliked having her sheath and testicles cramped, so feeling them swinging in open air was great. But even the least bit of an erection and she’d be showing down past her skirt.

Dropping another bottle into the cooler, she looked over her shoulder and grimaced at her ditzy ‘friend’ still standing there with her dick out and a stupid look on her face. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that Robin was the only other girl she knew cursed with a penis, Sharon wouldn’t have anything to do with her. And sometimes (Like now!) it wasn’t even worth it. Sharon wished she had a normal human like penis of less substantial size! “Are you going to put it away, Robin? Yea, you’re bigger than Jim. Hu-rray.”

“You have a cock…” was Robin’s typically idiotic reply.

Sharon sighed as she continued her task, “Yes, Robin. I have a cock. You have a cock. We both have cocks!”

Robin began to ponder just how to explain what had happened but she was having trouble wrapping her tired little mind around it herself. And being a bimbo, she was quite easily distracted: “You have a massive horse cock…” Her arousal quickly building at the thought.

Sharon shoved the bottles in her hands deep into the ice as her frustration boiled over. Turning she cried out, “Yes. I have a fucking horse’s penis between my legs! And if that wasn’t bad enough I’m a bloody well hung one!”

Robin was completely unfazed by her angry tirade. With her eyes glued to the front of Sharon’s skirt she said, “Do you want me to suck it?”

Sharon stared hard at Robin as she cocked her head. She’d intended to drain the beast before the party anyway. “So your birthday gift wasn’t forcing me to jerk you off then? Yea. Okay, let’s do it.” She was warming up to the idea with every passing second. Masturbation always ended up being a tiresome work-intensive process, the messy orgasms while pleasurable didn’t quite make up for the extensive time she had to put in. Having an extra set of hands and mouth would definitely be worth it. And seriously wasn’t that the best reason to have a bimbo friend like Robin?

Snatching Robin’s hand as she passed, she pulled the unresisting girl to her bathroom quickly. Stepping into the shower stall, she closed the glass after Robin. Her penis had already started to leave her sheath as the prospect of sexual release entered her mind. Hurriedly she rolled up her skirt, revealing her off colored genitals to the bimbo kneeling before her. She hissed as she grasped her swelling member with both hands and began to squeeze it. Robin was watching with her mouth open, her hands jerking her own dick. Not for the first time was she struck with jealousy at how aesthetically pleasing her friend’s penis was. Her own lengthy shaft was…well, it was a horse’s dong.

Impatiently, she remarked, “Aren’t you supposed to be helping me out?”

Robin blinked. “Oh yea! It’s just….so big….so hot! You’re a….you’re a…oh…” she paused as her hands increased their stroking upon her own dick, “…horny fucking impregnator!”

Something green flashed around Robin’s pistoning hands.