“I can’t stop thinking about it.” She looked down at her penis. “I just want to touch it all the time.”
I looked at it. It wasn’t as big as Casey’s. I imagined it was the right size for her body, like the genetic mutation kind of knew what to do somehow. It was about five inches long, but really thick, like three, fat fingers thick.
I thought back to all the papers and folders and research. “Genetic modifiers, hormonal side effects…”
Steph’s dress was pitching a tent beside me. “I don’t feel right,” she shook her head back and forth. “When it gets really stiff, it makes me feel weird. My heart beats really fast. I just want to touch it. My mouth gets really dry.”
She had described exactly how I was feeling, right then, looking down at the rise in her dress. I put my hands on her shoulders. I had no idea what to do. I mean was this like a poison control thing? I fucking hoped not. “How many did you take?”
Steph looked at me. Her eyes were sharp and clear. “One.” She reached out slipped her arms around my neck. “I want to kiss you,” she pulled me towards where she was sitting on the bed. “Let me kiss your lips,” she closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to mine.
Her mouth was small, her lips were thin, but I kissed them.
She moaned softly and kissed me again, this time longer and she stuck her tongue into my mouth clumsily.
I met it with my own. I swear that the drugs must have made the user release some kind of pheromone. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.
“Look, it’s so big it pops out of my underwear.” She let go of my neck and whipped the sundress back. Her little pink underwear with the words baby girl across the waistband was bunched up and a tumescent log of flesh rose from between her lips.
I watched. Mesmerized by the drug’s effects, I thought back to Casey’s cock, the way it stretched me wide, the way my body had craved the way it filled me.
“Oh, my god, it keeps growing,” Steph’s voice was desperate. She grabbed the hem of the dress and wrinkled it in her anxious fists. It was so short and fat, but so fat, a log of flesh with a pink mushroom head.
Steph looked at me and then down at the protuberance anchored to the top of her vagina. “How long will it last?”
I thought about the other two, how they had both eventually become limp, but neither of them had disappeared. When Casey and I had gone to bed, she still had an eight-inch cock between her legs and she hadn’t taken any of the pills that I could remember.
“I don’t know. I mean, I have no idea. Yesterday was the first time,” I looked at Steph, “I just found out yesterday.”
“Shit,” She sat back on the bed and looked at her eager new cock. “I thought it would go down after it shot out its cum, but that’s happened three times.” She wrapped her hand around the base. “It feels so good when I touch it.” She arched her back a little and began to slowly stroke the hunk of flesh.
Her fingers looked tiny against the growing rod. “Oh fuck!” Her voice was husky with desire. “That feels good.” She glanced up at me, embarrassed as her hand pumped up and down. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “you want to watch me?”
I swallowed hard. Inside of me a battle was raging. Part of me wanted to reach over and help. I mean, I was sitting beside a magnificent specimen of my favorite thing and it was attached to my best friend’s, little sister’s pussy and she was jacking herself off, slowly stroking herself while I watched.
Common sense dictated that I get out of there, right? I mean, yeah, your friend can fuck you while you suck on her mom’s cock, but you can’t help her little sister cum because she took pills she wasn’t supposed to take, right? There was some kind of line there, right? I mean she was so young. But her dick was so thick.
Steph’s closed her eyes while both hands were slowly slid up and down her shaft.
How much did she take? It’s like she’s high, like she can’t control herself.
I started to get up, but Steph grabbed my wrist. “No, don’t go. Help me.” She placed my hand on her cock. “Please.”
I swallowed hard. “I…” No more words came out. I slowly opened my hand. The skin was hot.
Do it. You know you want to. Show her how good you can make her feel. Give that cock what it deserves.
I looked into Steph’s eyes. All I wanted was her cock. My pussy was soaked.
Give her what she needs.
Steph leaned her head back. “Maybe if I shoot the white stuff out one more time,” her voice was a mix of pleasure and panic. “That’s how they did it last night, right? My sister shot her stuff in your hole.” She pointed at pussy.
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