at her house, they don't waste time

You smiled, pleased. Agnes had reacted exactly as you'd expected. It was time to push her a little.

You: If you want to touch her to check if it's real, go ahead... as long as you're not embarrassed here.

Joy: You're the one who should be embarrassed! You're pulling on me while you're at a bar! Are you stupid or something?!

Agnes: You... she... is really attached to... how cool! Have you tried it yet?

You: Not yet. Like I told you on the phone, she said it'll grow with every orgasm. I would have given in to the idea, but I thought, "Why not use it on someone?" And she's already pretty big.

Joy: Hey, don't ignore me!

Agnes: I understand, actually, for a... dick, it's pretty big.

Agnes's hand carres Joy, making you feel a shiver of pleasure.

Joy grabs Agnes's hand and squeezes it.

Joy: I'm here to humiliate this asshole. If you want to do it here, that's fine with me. More witnesses. I bet he can't be that shameless.

Agnes bursts out laughing and pulls her hand back.

Agnes: Him?! Shame? He literally tries to get into bed with every beautiful girl he meets. I once saw him lying almost naked on a porch with only a bow covering his dick, just to surprise her.

You: Ah, Tiffany, so shy on the outside, wild inside, it was an intense evening.

Joy was taken aback for a moment. He couldn't really be that shameless, she couldn't believe it...

Joy: This can't be true...

She retreated into her pants, trying to process it.

Agnes: So, your house? Or my house? No, definitely my house. After all, if he grows up, we might need some extra toys to have fun with.

You: Now I'm curious, yes, let's do it like this.

You get up and head to her house. Your excitement grows. You feel Joy stiffen and straighten up from her crouched position inside your pants. You realize your excitement is affecting her... maybe not equally, but it's affecting her nonetheless.

Joy: Hey, if you keep feeling like this, I'll start touching myself.

You: Be patient, we're going to have a lot of fun soon.

Despite your words, you feel her arms tighten around herself and her breathing become irregular. You don't think she'll stay long, yet your expectations of her starting to masturbate are dashed. Even though you feel her getting stiffer, warmer, and her breathing a little agitated, you park and head to Agnes's apartment. She's already waiting for you with the door open.

Agnes: Hey, what are you waiting for? Come in and make yourself comfortable. Obviously, that goes for you too, Joy.

Joy is already so stiff that her head, arms, and part of her torso have emerged from her pants, unable to bend over underneath them.

You walk in and immediately begin undressing and heading to her bedroom while Agnes closes the front door behind you and follows you.

You leave a trail of your clothes behind you and lie down on her bed in your underwear.

Joy: I can't believe we're actually doing this.

Agnes: Same, so far I've only fantasized about similar situations, so thank you, little one, for making my dream come true... and you too, ******** (your name in case you hadn't figured it out).

You: It'll be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I bet we'll all have fun.

Agnes took off her T-shirt and shorts, also remaining in her underwear, her predatory gaze fixed on Joy.

Joy wasn't scared, she was simply excited and confused. That wasn't her goal. It was supposed to be a punishment for you, not your new instrument of pleasure. Yet it was in her very nature to seek her own pleasure, or she would never have replaced your cock.

Joy: Okay then. Do your best and screw the consequences, then I can laugh at you.

Agnes grabbed your panties and pulled them off. Like a spring, Joy, no longer restrained, pushed herself upright, perpendicular to your body. You could see her rigid, arched backwards, her chest out, she was trembling with excitement while her hands were clasped on her chest.

Agnes grabbed your legs and spread them. She bent down. You could see her stick out her tongue and then lick Joy. The familiar but more intense sensation made you moan.

Agnes didn't stop; her tongue ran along Joy's body, wetting her with saliva, preparing her for what was to come.

Agnes: Come on, put your arms down, Joy, don't you want my tongue on your tits?

At that moment, Joy let go, not only did she stop squeezing herself, but she grabbed Agnes' tongue, pulling him to her chest.

Joy: You know what? Why not!

Then she nibbled on his tongue.

Surprised, Agnes pulled back abruptly.

Joy: What? You're not ready to have what you want?

You: Actually... you're all lubricated now.

Joy: Lubricated?

Agnes, smiling, pulled down her panties.

Joy: Wait, you're not seriously trying to get me...

You pulled yourself closer to the edge of the bed and Agnes climbed on top of you. Her hand gently grabbed Joy, tilting her so that she aligned herself with her pussy.

Together, you pushed forward, pushing Joy into Agnes, who was trying to unbend herself and resist.

Joy found herself with her face pressed against her clit, her hands pressed against her pelvis, but the pressure only opened Agnes's pussy wider. Joy noticed firsthand how wet she was and how eager she was for him to enter.

Her resistance immediately proved futile as she began to thrust inside, first her head, then her shoulders. Her breasts held her back for a moment, but with a firm push, she felt herself being pushed all the way in.

The walls of her vagina tightened and released on her in rhythm with your and Agnes's thrusts, hot and humid. It wasn't just fucking, the sensation was so intense that you couldn't stop yourself, in a sort of sexual euphoria. You also discovered that touch wasn't the only shared sense, you could taste Agnes's pussy. Joy, gasping inside, must have swallowed her juices.

All these new and sudden sensations... you felt the need to come, but at the same time you felt like you couldn't... no, Joy had to come first, and she felt a tenth of your pleasure. You thrashed wildly inside Agnes, trying to stimulate Joy. Agnes pinned you to the floor, to keep you from thrashing too much while you fucked. Then, after a couple of interminable minutes, you felt her come. The pleasure of the orgasm multiplied by ten was too much. You collapsed on the bed, trembling, and then you felt it, the sensation of Joy compressing... no, growing where there was no room... Joy was really growing.

With a moan, Agnes pulled away, then watched Joy grow with a lustful look in her eyes. Joy had been 8 inches tall before, now 12 inches, a third of her height, too big to fit her entire body inside a pussy, at least not a normal pussy. Agnes carefully considered the challenge while Joy gasped for air that had been missing while she was inside Agnes.

Agnes: Yes, I look at her pussy, there was no cum, after all, Joy wasn't connected to balls, but then I notice that not only was Joy's pussy dripping with juices, but there was even a little milk in her nipples.

Agnes reached out, stealing a drop and bringing it to her mouth.

Agnes: So this is your new cum? A little, but sweet.

Joy: Wow... that was weird... not bad, but definitely weird, I couldn't breathe in there. Luckily, I'm attached to a perv who can breathe for two.

You: Just not bad, is it? I think we need to try harder, Agnes.

Joy: Wait, what?

Agnes: If that's what my little lover wants, I'll have to give it my all.