Topic: Logical Conclusion - by aadder
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12540442/
Not much in the way of Belialesque transformations here but I feel the themes and style justify its placement here.
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Logical Conclusion
It had been this way for the past week now. John would make it into class as normal, and the day would progress. By three-quarters through his course, he would feel quite aroused. It wasn’t unusual for him to sport an erection in the morning, but this was at school, for heaven’s sake, and after eleven was pushing it. He had even had an erection earlier that day, and masturbated it away. There weren’t even any other adults around, normally, merely children, and John new for sure that he was not into girls ten years younger than him. The very thought of someone touching his students that way made fire pump through his veins; it was indecent! But, now for the sixth day, the second Monday, he had found himself with an insistent erection at quarter to noon, in the middle of his biology course, teaching as he did at an all-girl prep school.
With the final half hour of class beginning, John felt the stir in his pants intensifying. Every other day, he had made it to the end of class, and scurrying to the bathroom, been able to deal with his problem there, but today he could tell he wasn’t going to have the same luck. His body was fighting him all the way, pushing him to satisfy his urges. His pants felt tighter than even yesterday, and the head of his penis was roughly rubbing against his pants, having reached up and out of his boxers. Pulling his chair close to his desk, he looked around the room. He had given the class their work for the next day, and they had just began to work on it. They should be busy enough, he thought. Pulling the teachers’ edition of the main text book to his lap, and balancing the base of the spine on his buckle, he let his hands slide down to the bottom sides of the cover. Easing back a bit in his chair, trying to look nonchalant, he slowly slid his right hand under the edge of the book, and began sliding the zipper of his trousers down.
He groaned silently as he felt his pants, confirming his suspicion. Every day now, he could tell, his equipment was getting larger. Gradually, yes, but after eight days his erect member was a full two inches longer than before. His testicles felt heavier as well, although that could have been a trick of his mind; they always felt a bit bigger when he was aroused, and he was aroused a lot more frequently these days. Regardless, they seemed to have increased in mass, almost the size of chicken eggs, at least as tall. As the zipper reached the bottom of its track, John’s erection was edging out over the rim of his boxers, and, glancing around the room, he slipped them down within his pants.
His eight inch erection popped out into the morning air, throbbing with need, the veins visibly pulsing in front of him. A split second later, he realized it was longer than the distance from his pants to the top of the desk, and quickly leaned forward. The head of his penis was visible for a half-second before is was again hidden, and John quickly looked around the faces of his students. He thought he saw one student, Meghan, looking at him, but looking back she was merely glancing at the door. Letting a sigh of relief escape form his lips, John leaned forward to return to touching himself.
Sliding his hand down, he grasped his member and slowly began sliding up and down the length. Trying his best to look unconcerned, merely reading his book, John couldn’t help it as a few minutes later, a solitary bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. Looking up as he felt his arousal grow, his penis begin to pulse with pleasure, he scanned the room again. Again, he might have seen someone watching him, but they seemed to be only cursory glances. Glancing down to his swollen member, John confirmed his suspicion that it was bigger, visibly larger in his hand than yesterday.
Staring at his own larger member, he found himself aroused by his own body, and moved his hand faster and faster up and down his length, the purple head host to a growing drop of pre-cum, which suddenly departed do join four or five more on the tile floor. Leaning his head down and closing his eyes, he couldn’t resist as his balls pulled up, and his dick pointed out, incredibly hard, as his orgasm arrived. Moaning ever so quietly, he felt his semen pump through his loins and splatter, audibly against the underside of his desk. A minute later, his orgasm over, John opened his eyes again.
Five minutes later, John bustled out of the room with the class to the restroom to grab paper towels. Pausing in the stall to wipe the cum off of his penis and his boxers, he grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his pocket to bring back to the classroom. Returning to class, thankfully incurring no questions from his students, he saw Meghan, the girl from earlier, leaning on his desk, looking happily at him. Walking forward, he stood a few feet before her, and asked, “Do you have a question, Ms. Diss?” Meghan stood up and walked to him and, shocking the professor, placed her left hand on his crotch, and her right on his slight belly. Had he always had that? He couldn’t seem to remember.
John was speechless. Meghan leaned in close and said, “the next time you need to handle that,” she emphasized by squeezing his crotch, “just give me a call. You taste delicious.” Pressing her arms in to push her breasts up further in her shirt, she smiled, and walked out as if nothing had happened. John stood there for a good minute before recovering his poise. Shaking his head violently, he was acutely aware of the enormous erection in his pants, the second time in so many minutes. It had been five years since he had had a girlfriend, and two years since he had had a date. Who could have known that getting a high-paying job at this school right out of school would have been so much work?
Walking back to his desk, he momentarily pushed his chair back against the blackboard. Crouching down, he pulled the wad of paper towels from his pocket to clean his semen from the under-side of his desk. When he looked closer, however, he saw that much of the goopy white substance was gone, finger-lines visible in the remaining fluid. “Did she…” John wondered out loud, “eat it?” He writhed at the thought. It was so dirty, that his body shook all over like a wet dog. Despite this thought, his flagging erection did by no means diminish. Wiping the slowly dripping ejaculate from the wood, he threw the soggy towels into the waste basket, piling scarp paper on top of it, hoping the janitorial staff wouldn’t notice.
Packing his backpack and suitcase with his work for the evening, he cleaned up his desk, trying to clear his thoughts. The thought of making love to his student was so wrong, but Meghan was quite beautiful, and had no small amount of physical presence in her upper body. He wanted to leave, to pretend this day had never occurred. The girls were probably all eighteen by now, he knew, but he was half again their age. They should be dating their classmates, and he should be dating women his own age. The more he reinforced his beliefs, the more he was able to calm himself. Meghan was just a sick girl. He would tell her that tomorrow. His erection calmed from a throbbing insistence to a mere enthusiastic hardness, but still wouldn’t lay down. Carrying his coat in front of his body to hide the bulge in his pants, John left the school building, just before a high-pitched scream rang out, echoing form the girls’ bathroom by his class.
***
Back at home, John practically leapt to his couch as soon as he had slammed the door shut behind him. Ripping his clothes off, he threw his naked body down on the soft pillows and grasped his swollen member with both hands, furiously pleasuring himself. Lying on his back, he ached his spine as his dick surged harder and longer as he worked closer to release. It was getting beiger even now, perhaps, he thought to himself. As sweat dripped on his forehead, he absently noticed the swell of his stomach as his elbows pounded up and down on it. He watched, entranced by his own meaty organ, the skin flushed red, the head pulsing purple as his hands rubbed the loose skin up and down the rigid flesh inside. Thick veins, writhed under his hands, tickling them as he coaxed pre-cum to drip from the walnut-sized head, down the underside of his shaft to his egg-sized balls, the skin around them loose enough to make them jiggle and bounce over his ass as he rocked up and down.
I do have a gut now, John noticed with dismay. Just a few weeks ago he had gotten rid of his belly fat and his abs were faintly visibly. Now he looked like a woman who had gained a few pounds from pregnancy. His chest seemed bulkier too. What is happening, he wondered through the cloud of his all-consuming lust. Before too long, his eyes clenched shut as he felt his testes pull up, his prostate gland pulsing inside him. His hands were a blur, his penis jerking wildly as it bulged with blood, a final surge making it wonderfully stiff as he came. With a loud moan, a torrent of white emerged from the tip, starting his minute-long ejaculation.
After two minutes of stunned silence following his explosive orgasm, John pulled himself together. Sliding off the couch, he wandered to the kitchen to gather paper towels to clean off the couch, where a puddle of semen was now slowly making its way down the back cushions to the seat. His penis, no longer erect but still heavy and red from his self-love, swung like a raw sausage between his legs, knocking against his thighs and numbed balls, all surfaces slicked with semen. Reaching the rack of towels, John first toweled himself off, wincing as he brushed the rough fabric against the oh-so-sensitive head of his organ. Disposing of the soggy towels in the waste basket under his sink, he grabbed a few more to bring to the couch in his living room area. Looking down at his body, his swollen body, large gonads, dangling penis, he wondered what could be happening to him.
As he was about to leave the tile floor for the carpet of his living room area, his eyes glanced across the white rectangle on the counter. It was the letter he had gotten just over a week ago. John turned to pick it up again. Inside was a piece of paper with a single line of plain text on it, which read “a gift, from us.” There was no markings on the envelope, no stamp or writing. There were no finger prints, scratches, nicks, folds, crimps, or anything to in any way suggest where it came from, and with no markings or stamps he wasn’t sure how it could have gotten here in the first place. As there was nothing in the envelope, and it came with nothing else and was delivered by no one, he had just ignored it after an hour of thought. In light of the past day, it pricked his attention, but he couldn’t make sense of it.
Returning to the couch, he surveyed the damage. He almost smiled with pride at the mess he had made, but then remembered he had to clean it up. A great deal of sticky effluent was spread across the surface, in all directions. Looking down to inspect his own balls, John saw they were even larger than just before. Shaking his head, he mopped up the goopy fluid, grasping at it with the towels. He then rubbed over the moist cloth, absorbing the remaining moisture. Unsatisfied with the result, he returned to the kitchen, and ran warm water onto a wash cloth. Pulling it from the stream, he accidentally splashed the warm fluid across his stomach. As it dripped down his body, over his penis, he felt the tickling stimulate his resting member. Within a minute, he had a full raging erection. Sighing, John dropped the washcloth in the sink and reach down, grasping hold of his now bobbing dick.
***
John padded up the steps trough the front doors of the school the following day. He had had a long night’s sleep, despite having to masturbate after the smooth surface of the bed sheets had teased him to erection. He fell straight to sleep afterwards, that being the sixth of his masturbation sessions that day. He wasn’t surprised to find himself with an erection, and took care of it in the usual manner. He was reluctant to admit it, but he had changed over the night, as he had during every other orgasm. His male organ was now a full ten inches long when erect, and his testes as large as tennis balls. His stomach was notably bloated, like a small beer belly, and his chest seemed both larger and more soft than the night before, like much pectoral muscle that had gone to seed.
Reaching his class room, John hoped that he would be able to see Meghan, and maybe correct her approach from last night. Indeed, as he walked in the room, he saw Meghan sitting at her desk, which surprised him. Meghan was never early, at least not enough for him to have remembered. After he had placed his bags on the floor behind his desk, the young woman approached him. “Mr. Polson, may I speak to you?” John started, “yes, actually, I was hoping to speak to you about…” Meghan interrupted him by playing her hand on his forearm. “Maybe, not here?” she asked. John paused. “I, ah, sure, where?” Meghan gave his arm a tug, leading to the door. “Where some one won’t walk in on us.” John nodded, following her to the next classroom, which wasn’t in use at this time.
They walked through the doorway into the room, and Meghan gave the door a kick, causing it to shut behind the professor. She turned, standing a few feet before him. John loosely crossed his arms, and asked, “so, what were you wondering about then?” Meghan leaned forward, grasping the bottom of the hem of her skirt. “This” She pulled up, leaning back, revealing that between her legs she had a fat, bare penis. John’s mouth dropped open, his eyes growing wide. “Um, ah Meghan,” he said stammering, “I don’t think this is school-appropriate. Maybe you should…” he shifted back, his back pressed against the door. His hands went to his pockets, one hand grasping his penis through the pocket, trying to keep it from rising.
“Do you like it?” Meghan asked. “It’s brand new.” She stepped forward lazily, swaying her hips, making her flaccid penis swing between her shapely, hairless legs, and exposing her matching testicles. “I just, grew it,” she said, “yesterday. Guess who gave it to me?” John reached behind him, grasping the door knob. “Who, Meghan,” he asked, his brow furrowing, “who did this to you?” Meghan stopped two feet before him, and reached down, lightly grasping her penis with one hand, the other touching her scrotum. “Oh, Mr. Polson, you did.” John froze. “What?” Meghan smiled, stroking her slowly hardening member, the head peeking out of the foreskin. “I ate your cum,” she said, grinning, “and it just… grew!” She punctuated this as her penis achieved its full six-inch erection, bobbing free as her one hand left it to touch her breast through her shirt.
John could smell something, something powerful and musky. It smelled sexual and male, something he couldn’t recall smelling before. His hands fell to his sides, his pants tented by the hard erection sprouting form his crotch. “Ooh!” Meghan cooed, her eyebrows jumping in surprise as she unbuttoned her shirt. “Mr. P, are you bigger than you were yesterday?” John couldn’t believe what was happening. This young woman was taking off her clothes before him, a penis hanging from her, and he, a slave to his own immense manhood. “You’re gonna enjoy this,” Meghan said, slipping her bra off, her B-cup breasts jiggling before him.
John slid to the floor, amazed and unsure of what to do. Meghan giggled, smiling brightly. She unbuttoned her skirt, dropping it to the floor, bare but for her shoes and socks. “You wanna suck my dick?” John stared at her, and, ultimately, nodded. Meghan smiled. “That’s my baby.” Crouching to the floor, she grabbed his belt buckle, and, undoing it, yanked hard, pulling his belt entirely free of his pants. John swallowed, sweat forming on his chest as he watched this sexy girl undressing him. Pulling his hips forward, Meghan made him lay down on the cold tile. “Now lets see what you’re packing…” she said as she unzipped his pants and grasped his waistband. “Oh yes,” John gasped under his breathe, “yes please.”
Meghan leapt upon John’s soft stomach, turning so that her rear was pointing towards him, her pink slit pointing right at the man’s chin, which John was ecstatic to see hadn‘t been replaced, merely moved slightly back. “Oh yeah baby, let your huge cock out…” She pushed John’s pants and boxers down in one swift motion. Immediately, John’s hard ten-inch erection leapt free, the vein-covered surface moving visibly as the head throbbed in time with his heartbeat. “Ohh… yeah…” she cooed, grasping the base of the pole. “Hey!” she shouted, startling John. “What!” he asked, “what’s wrong?!” Meghan smiled. Shifting back, she pushed her ball sack against his forehead. “Suck!”
John swallowed. He wasn’t gay, and didn’t particularly look forward to this. He didn’t have a problem with dicks per se, thought, and if he was getting a blow job out of this, what the hell, he thought, he might as well try. Besides, there was still a tight little snatch above him, and he could smell the slightly sour scent of it inter-mingled with the male musk. As he felt Meghan’s second hand wrap around the base of his throbbing member, he swallowed hard and leaned up into the penis before him. Tentatively extending his tongue, he licked the tip, rubbing his tongue over the head and slowly drawing it back into his mouth. The taste was not bad, he thought. He felt Meghan’s hot breath on the head of his member, and shivered. “Get on with it ya slut, if you ever want me to… touch this…” she said, commanding him. John wasn’t worried, as the girl’s heavy breathing portrayed her arousal, but proceeded anyway.
John gingerly wrapped his lips around the young woman’s penis head, lapping at the tip with his tongue. He felt hot breath on the very tip of his dick, and then a warm wetness on it as Meghan plunged as much of the head into her mouth as she could. “Ifth’th tho… fick!” John smiled at her trouble, the plum-sized head snugly fitting into her mouth. He could feel the vibrations down his member as she hummed with her breathing. John eased the girl’s length into his mouth, keeping his teeth away from it. As he reached towards the base, he almost choked as he felt the tip brush the back of his throat. Pulling back, he kept the seal with his lips, sucking on her prick as he dragged his tongue over the top side of the turgid length.
Meghan moaned, which faded slowly into a light giggle. “Thaff’th goob.” She tightly gripped John’s dick, moving her feminine fingers up and down, jerking him off as her lips squeezed the purple head, saliva dripping from the seal down to the shaft. John shivered slightly as he enjoyed her ministrations. Pushing his lips forward again towards the base, being careful not to gag himself, he reached up and grabbed Meghan’s full rear. Massaging the muscle as he slobbered over the underside of the girl’s cock, he moved her hips down to simulate sex. Meghan took her mouth off of John’s glans for a moment, smacking her lips. She smiled, bending her neck to see John under her. “I doubt you’ve done this before,” she said, a drip of saliva falling from her lips, “but you’re okay at it.” She winked, and extended her tongue at him. “Let me show a great time.”
Meghan drew back up, wrapping her tongue around the man’s penis head. While she kept masturbating his member with her left hand, her right hand reached down to his rear end. John furrowed his eyebrows, but continued to execute strong sucking on the base of Meghan’s member. He rocked her hips up and down, gently, trying to have her fuck his mouth as he slurped on her length. He could feel her shiver as he increased his ministrations, her balls slapping against his forehead every time he reached the base, the sparse blond hairs tickling his skin. Meghan’s fingers probed John’s anus, and he shivered. “Oh,” she said absently, “very clean.” John rolled his eyes. He had to admit though, he couldn’t feel any of the hairs that normally grew in the area.
Regardless, he tensed as he felt Meghan slide two fingers into his ass. Instantly, his penis jumped, a thick dollop of pre-cum jetting into Meghan’s mouth, making her giggle in a muffled manner. John gasped, that was amazing! He had never tried anal stimulation before, but that felt good. Meghan rocked her finger back and forth, pistoning them in like a male inside John’s rear. As she sped up her hand motions on his shaft, and suckled harder on the swollen head of John’s prick, she could tell with no small sense of satisfaction that he was nearing orgasm. John too could tell his partner was getting close, as he felt a drop of pre fall down his throat, and her thighs were shaking as she rocked her hips into his face.
A minute later, John started moaning, and bucked his hips up, almost against his will, towards Meghan’s mouth. Meghan closed her eyes in pleasure as John’s tonguing of her new organ was, to her grudging admission, getting her off. Flexing her abs as she felt her testicles draw up, beginning to pump fluid into her prostate gland, she pushed all of her fingers into John’s rectum. “Oh, God!” John yelled, his penis jerking up, pulsing as her quickly leaned forward, sucking as fast as he could on Meghan’s prick. “Cmm for me, prfeffor!” Meghan urged into John’s penis head, slurping hard on the urethra. John finally arched his back in orgasm, rolling his eyes in pleasure.
He felt an unnatural pleasure as his orgasm began, as the cum seemed stopped up in the head. His penis seemed to bulge up and out, bigger than before. A second later, a massive jet of white surged into Meghan’s mouth, almost overflowing the space. A second one was too much to handle, and spilled out, forcing her to pull off of his tip. She gulped down the thick stuff, and suddenly felt so aroused, so hot, that she came into John’s mouth. He felt so attracted to her suddenly, specifically her little self, and he gulped down her semen as she came, bucking her hips on his head. “Aww… Fuck yeah!” Meghan screamed as she came, fluid overflowing John’s mouth as she eventually slowed.
“Ohhh… yeah…” Meghan sighed as she leaned forward, resting on John. John coughed, a small spurt of semen falling from his mouth to the floor. “That was…” *cough* “interesting,” he said. “Mmm,” Meghan hummed in agreement. “You weren’t bad,” she said, “you suck any dick before?” John swallowed, feeling his dick jerk with an after-shock of pleasure. “No,” he said plainly, “but I may have to do more in the future.” Meghan laughed. “Me too,” she said, gently stroking John’s penis, “if your dick keeps getting bigger.” John sat up, rocking Meghan off of him to his side. “Hey!” she said, twisting her legs, her penis flopping aimlessly, smearing semen across her thighs.
Meghan was right. John’s penis was indeed larger. Even flaccid, it was ten inches long, as long as it had just been at full erection. His balls were a bit larger too, the size of softballs, sagging heavily in his taught sack. Inspecting the rest of his body, he seemed to be changing all over. “What’s happening to me…” His stomach was notable now, hard and swollen like a woman a full trimester into pregnancy. His chest was soft, and hung slightly, like small fat growths on an overweight man, except his nipples stuck out straight, not lolling down and to the side like they should have. “What is going on!” he yelled, jumping to his feet. Meghan looked up, a look of shock and fear on her face. “Professor? What’s wrong…”
John pulled up his pants, finding the rear seemed a bit snug. “Damn it,” he swore under his breath. “I shouldn’t be here,” he said, stuffing his over-large member into his pants, “I should be in a hospital.” Meghan stood up. “What’s wrong?” she asked, lightly touching John’s stomach. “I mean, aside from your belly, and wouldn’t this,” she said, touching his crotch, “make up for it? Look,” she said pulling his right hand to her penis, “I’m bigger, too.” John straightened as he felt the warm meat in his hands. He had to admit though, it seemed larger. Her soft length was nearly as long as it had been at full hardness just a minute ago. “I don’t know if you feel bad, but I feel great!” Meghan jumped up, her penis flapping against her stomach, and her soft breasts jiggled on her chest.
John blushed, looking away. “Damn it Meghan, you’re going to make me hard again,” he growled, tucking his shirt into his pants and fetching his belt. His prick was straightening, pressing against his boxers. “And what’s so bad about that?” asked Meghan, pressing her naked breasts against his back, massaging John’s ass cheeks. “Stop it!” John yelled, stomping forward, “this isn’t going to happen again Meghan, and I want you to forget about it! I can’t have this get any worse!” He gestured to his pants, where the swollen head of his member was visibly extending down his pant leg, approaching his knee. Meghan put on a pouting face, lacing her fingers in mock prayer. “Aw, really Mr. Polson?” John sighed, throwing his head down, his hands on his hips, “yes Meghan, I can’t have sex with you again.”
Meghan stomped her foot, blushing red. “Fine!” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I won’t sleep with you again!” She turned, resting her weight on one leg. “You should get to your class, anyways,” she said. John nodded, and padded towards the door, stopping at the mess of semen splattered on the floor. After a moment, he stepped over it, and opened the door, getting out into the hall. A passing teacher turned to say hello, and John quickly mentioned to them to call the janitorial staff, before setting off at a brisk pace to his own room.
***
Class progressed as normal, and Meghan showed up on time, showing no signs of the encounter she and John had shared, although John was immobilized by the twelve inch erection that had braced his left thigh in his pants. No matter, he though, and he simply directed class from his chair. John tried to catch Meghan’s eye, and after the class wanted to apologize for his gruffness, but she was pointedly avoiding his gaze, and left the room in a sprint, escaping his line of sight even in the long hall to the front doors. John returned dejected to his desk, and gathered his things, careful to keep his coat draped in front of his pants to hide his still insistent erection. When he arrived at his car, he arranged his things in the back, and sat down in the driver seat. As he was about to start the car, he jumped as a loud knock on the passenger side window.
Outside his door was Jenny, another girl from his class. John clamed himself and smiled .”Oh hello miss Olve, can I help you with something? You’ll have to excuse me but as you can see,” he gestured around himself, “I am not currently in my office,” he smiled. Jenny furrowed her brow, “yeah, I was wondering about that, you haven’t been holding your office hours fro the last… few days, even.” John shifted. “Yes, I, ah,” he looked at down, shifting his coat to better hide his aroused member, “I’ve been a bit pre-occupied. But can I help you with something now?” Jenny smiled. “Yes, actually.” She swiftly grabbed the handle of the door and swung it open, sitting down o in the passenger seat and closing it behind her.
John lifted his hands in protest. “Jenny, I’m sorry, but this is my car, not my office. I have to leave soon anyways, so you should get out.” Jenny placed her hands on the arm rest between them. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long,” she said, smiling reassuringly. John rolled his eyes. “Alright,” he folded his arms, turning to face her, “what is it then?” “Well,” Jenny said, shifting her legs, “another girl told me I should ask you about something.” She seemed very eager to John, who raised an eyebrow. He hoped that Meghan hadn’t told her what they had done, but at the same time, a small part of him hoped that she had. “What was that?” Jenny gathered her legs beneath her, kneeling on John’s passenger seat. “She told me,” she said, seeming all too excited. “Hold it, hold it!” John said, reaching his hands to grasp her shoulders. “That you have a monster cock!” Jenny chirped, leaping at him.
Jenny’s hands fumbled over the man’s crotch, as he seized her shoulders. “Ah-ha!” Jenny announced triumphantly, her hands grasping John’s immense erection through the fabric of his trousers. They both held on, Jenny sitting, astride John’s right thigh with her hands on his left, his hands firmly holding her shoulders. Her face was a mere three inches in front of his. “Jenny,” he said calmly, “let go of my penis.” Jenny giggles slightly, but stopped when his expression held firm. Jenny stared at him, here eyes darting at the various features of his face. She said, slightly shaky, “ Professor, please don’t hurt me.” John breathed. “Miss Olve I am not going to hurt you. Now please, let go.” The young woman kept her hands where they were, but slowly slid back, away from him.
“Professor, I don’t want to,” she said, staring seriously into his eyes. John looked back into her, and then shook his head. “Damn it Jenny, let go of me! You’re a girl! A child! You’re twelve years younger than me, and I won’t fool around with someone who could be my niece! You were in diapers when I was in high school!” He jostled her shoulders, clenching his jaw. Jenny stared on. “Professor I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I already have a boyfriend. But I can make you feel really good.” She punctuated this by gently moving her hands over the length of John’s cock, rubbing it through his pant leg. John breathed a little heavier. “I don’t need your help Jenny.” Jenny smiled. “I didn’t say you did, but you might like it. We know you’re horny all the time, Mr. Polson, we’re not blind. Wouldn’t it be nice to release that, to fell a little relief from that? And have someone willing to give you a hand, shall we say, with your big, hot dick?”
John swallowed, glancing away. Jenny was attractive, in a different way from Meghan. Meghan was tall, with long blonde hair that was slightly tousled all the time, and a sense of haughtiness accompanied by a good deal of intellect. Jenny was more average in height, with shorter brown hair and a happy disposition, and her shorter stature made her larger breasts seem even bigger. Jenny continued. “Just a little fun between friends, nothing to it at all.” She leaned in. pressing her breasts against John’s chest. John could smell her now, smell her slight perfume and feel her weight pressing her hands onto his throbbing member. No one would know if he let her touch it, he thought. He had already had sex with Meghan that day, and this was in the privacy of his car, with no one around. “John,” Jenny breathed, “let me suck you cock” A moment of silence passed, and John replied. “Okay.”
Jenny smiled. Sliding off of John, half on to the passenger seat, she slid her hands up to the man’s belt. “Just be careful,” he said, “and quiet.” Jenny smiled at him. “Don’t worry,” she said, un-buckling his belt, “I’ve done this before.” Sliding his pants down slightly, Jenny tried to slide out John’s penis, but found it was too big to slip out of his leg. “Heh…” Smiling nervously, she pulled his pants down further, and still, was unable to fish it out, making John grunt in pain as she tried to bend it, but found it too big and hard. “Oh, fuck it,” she said, yanking his pants down to his ankles. His a slight swishing sound, John’s length leapt up, brushing through Jenny’s hair. She stared at it, her head rested on John’s right knee. “Wow…” John too was taken aback at the sight of his member, having reached a full twelve inches in length, the plum-sized head twitching slightly above the equally thick shaft.
Jenny breathed. “It’s so big…” She looked down to John’s smooth, softball-sized testes. “And a set to match…” She reached a hand forward, touching the sparsely haired scrotum, feeling the huge sphere inside. Shaking her head, she leaned back, and slid forward. “This is gonna be awesome.” She reached forward, wrapping both hands around John’s prick. She looked at John excitedly. “I can’t even get the tip in my mouth!” John smiled briefly. “Heh, yeah.” Jenny smiled brightly. “Just relax and let me do it all,” she advised, “I want to tackle this thing on my own.” John nodded, breathing out. Jenny began stroking John’s length, pushing and pulling the hot skin up and down rhythmically. “God is your prick hot…”
After a minute, Jenny could see a small drip of pre-cum dribble down from the head. She leaned in. “Okay,” she said, a little shakiness in her voice, “let’s see if I can handle this.” John swallowed, looking on with eagerness as the teen’s mouth approached the glans of his organ. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Jenny planted her lips over the head, continuing to jerk him off. Her tongue dripping with saliva first tenderly reached out, teasing the tip of John’s organ. He shivered. Jenny slid her tongue further, and immediately John moaned as he was assailed by a hot, wet flurry of massaging strokes across the head of his penis. Jenny hummed as she slurped, pulling her mouth almost all the way off, and then moving her lips to the side of his head. She began again, rubbing her tongue all over that quarter of his glans, and then sucking on it heavily, before leaving the area wet and sensitive.
“Oh God…” John moaned, “you’re so good at this…” Jenny hummed into his member, and then picked her head up, a hand reaching up to massage the hot, slick head as she smiled at him. “Thanks!” she said, aglow, “you’re definitely worth it.” John panted. “Th-thanks” Jenny turned her attention back to John’s member. A minute later, after the continued pleasure of Jenny’s attention, John felt the all-too-familiar tension in his loins as he neared orgasm. “Jenny… I’m gonna…” he breathed between moans, “I’m gonna cum.” Jenny increased the speed of her tongue strokes, weaving a pattern across John’s huge glans as she slurped and suckled on its purple surface, focusing only on the tip. “Oh! Oh! Ooooaaaaww!” John arched his back as the semen boiled up from his heavy balls in to his body, and pulsed out through his dick.
Jenny clamped her mouth down, sucking with all her might on his urethra. Spurt after spurt of semen jetted into her mouth, and after a few, the flow was more than she could handle, and her hands flew up to prevent the jets from flying all over the car, instead rebounding onto John’s crotch and shirt. As the white deluge exited John, Jenny’s eyebrows flew up, seeing the professor’s penis visibly grow before her, his balls weighing heavier, and his shirt inflating. As she chewed and swallowed the ejaculate in her mouth, she briefly regretted her decision to fellate him, but it was too late, and she was more than a little aroused at the prospect. After another minute passed, John calmed down, the spurts form his member reduced to little drops running down the underside of his length.
John panted. “That was amazing.” His chest heaved, his shirt slick against his chest with his own fluids. Jenny smiled, admiring her handiwork. “You’re welcome,” she grinned, her hands resting contently on her knees. John looked down at himself, surprised at the amount of liquid he had managed to cover himself with. “Wow,” he breathed, his eyebrows raised animatedly, “that’s a lot of it!” He looked around, searching for the roll of paper towels he had tolling around his car for cleaning up accidental spills. Jenny shifted, on the passenger seat. “Do you need something, sir?” She asked, almost jumping out of her skin. John looked at her. “Yeah, I was looking for the, ah…” He noticed her agitated state. “Jenny do you need something?”
Jenny smiled sweetly. “Oh no, nothing.” She bobbed happily. John smiled. “Well, maybe you should leave then, before someone sees you with me, with all this,” he gestured to his stomach, “on me.” Jenny’s smile fell. “Oh… sure. Just, um…” She looked down, seemingly disappointed. “Yeah okay, sorry.” She turned to leave. “Sorry, it’s just I need to leave anyways,” John said, feeling bad for throwing her out of his car, but he didn’t know what to do. Jenny faced forward suddenly, her hands flying to the dash board, a moan escaping her mouth. John jumped. “Miss Olve, are you alright?” Jenny moaned as her hips began to buck. “Yes! Yes, there it is!” A third buck of the girl’s hips resulted in a cry of pleasure, caught between her clenched teeth, echoing through the parking lot.
John stared. “What was that!?” He shouted, confused. Jenny smiled, a bit out of breath. Lifting her skirt, she looked down to her silk pink panties, and squealed. “What was that!?” John repeated. Jenny turned to face him, keeping her legs spread wide so he could see. Between her legs, a bulge was visible in her panties, in a decidedly phallic shape. She grinned, squealing excitedly. “Just like Meghan said! Oh thank you sir!” Jenny leaned forward, planting a kiss on John’s cheek. “Thank you!” The girl then left the vehicle, running off through the parking lot, leaving the door wide open, and John staring out after her, a look of shock and confusion etched on his face.