"How does it look, Dr. Spencer," Williams asked the man in the lab coat to his left, while his eyes were focused through the one-way glass at Tom, the test subject.
"I think it goes without saying that the combination of engineered briefs and supplements have had the desired effect," he said. The briefs constricted Tom's thighs, buttocks and waist, while not constricting the crotch, making some of his bodywork hard without any apparent effort, while increased energy and nutrients flowed to his genitals. The supplement enhanced this, encouraging localized growth, fat burning and muscle toning.
Tom dressed before their eyes. His body had become toned and sculpted without exercise, and his penis and testicles had grown significantly. He guided his limp penis into his briefs, needing to move around a fair amount to get the thick 10-inch member in.
"But what we need to test is the sexual appetite, believed enhanced sexual abilities and the subjects pheromone output," Dr. Spencer said.
Lacey, a junior researcher, walked in as they were in the midst of their discussion. She was top of her class and knew the work like no one else, but none of the men could help looking at her for her physical beauty and alluring mannerisms. Blonde shoulder length hair, slim with great legs that were visible below her white skirt, and a full bosom that seemed to struggle against the confines of her bra, her cleavage exposed at the v neck of the standard lab shirt. Her eyes seemed huge and wet, her lips plump. Her walk was something of a little shimmy, attracting your attention to her smooth, toned legs, her round rump, the shake of her hair. She had a habit of smiling and moving her head at a slight angle to either side.
"Dr. Spencer," she said, her attention shifted from her boss to Tom, who was now just in his briefs, "the latest results are in." She offered the folder she was holding in the direction of Dr. Spencer, but all could see that her already big doe eyes were wider than ever as she looked at Tom. Her chest, already on everyone's mind, seemed to heave a bit as her breathing and heart rate increased.
Williams looked at Lacey a moment and smiled. Looking at Dr. Spencer he said "We'll need to test those things with subjects that aren't aware of the subjects physical attributes or the fact that he's been given any sort of treatment. But I think it might do everyone some good to see something a bit...less formal right now."
Dr. Spencer's eyebrow lifted, confused. Lacey hadn't noticed a word Williams had said, as she studied Tom as he moved about in the test area that had been made to seem like a little apartment for his comfort. He didn't know he was always under observation through monitors and one-way glass. In fact, he thought he was in this little apartment in a wing of a hospital to insure he hadn't been exposed to something that had shut the hospital down. He had of course noticed that he had gone from flabby to fit, and his limp penis had gone from 2 inches to 10, but he was too happy about it to question the summary explanations about immune system side effects and the unique side effects of the prescription underwear and liquid supplements.
"Lacey," Williams said, breaking her trance. She blinked a few times and shook her head, regaining some composure and focusing on Williams. "I'd like you to go in and talk with the subject for a while. Insure that he's in no discomfort. You may need to make your questions somewhat...intimate to insure that you get answers about his ability to become aroused and bring that to completion."
Dr. Spencer frowned slightly. He knew exactly what Williams was up to, and while putting Lacey into this situation didn't seem completely necessary or to have a great deal of scientific merit, she certainly didn't seem to object, and it would be beneficial to be able to observe Tom.
"Yes!" Lacey said, with a bit too much enthusiasm. "I'm certainly willing to go down to interview him some more." Her nipples now clearly poked out through her shirt and even her lab coat. Her breathing was accelerated, reminding Williams of his youth, of the great passion then, when intimacy that had been forbidden but desire had built up until when possible it was all that existed.
"That's great," he said. "Why don't you go on down then."
Before she could even turn to go Williams picked up the phone that connected to Tom's. Tom's phone wrung and he picked it up.
"Hi Tom, it's Williams. Someone is coming down to ask you some more questions to make sure that we're keeping the contagion from effecting you at all. Sorry for the inconvenience. She'll be down in a couple of minutes. You should probably just strip down to the prescribed briefs, so she'll be able to insure that they're on you properly." Williams hung up, smiling at Lacey, who sprung around and descended the stairs as if the building were on fire. Williams had made every effort to keep Tom from knowing just how much they were observing him.
"Did he seem to have any reservations about being nearly naked with a female researcher?" Dr. Spencer asked.
"No, none at all. I think we should have a seat to observe their interaction."
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"Come in," Tom called out in response to the knock.
Lacey opened the door, seeing Tom in his form fitting boxer briefs, his sculpted body, and she smiled.
"Thank you," she stammered out. "I hope I'm not inconveniencing you, Tom," she said.
Tom laughed. "No, I didn't have any place to go, and I'm always happy to welcome beautiful lady hospital staff in when I'm just wearing my form fitting underwear."
Lacey's laugh barely made it out, as Tom essentially permitted her to stare at the tight briefs and the bulge of his long, thick cock.
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Back in the observation room, "Is she normally this excitable?" Williams asked.
"Not at all. Her strict professionalism has made her rise above her contemporaries, while that iciness has also made her even more attractive to those around her. Even with Tom's body and state of undress, her current behavior must be attributable to something else."
"Like the pheromone output?" Williams asked.
"Precisely."
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"Speaking of your briefs," Lacey said, approaching Tom, her prey, with every muscle and nerve in her body focused on him, "may I.... examine them?" She asked, incapable of not making the request heavy with sexual innuendo.
Tom approached Lacey, unnecessarily smoothing down the briefs on his thighs, framing his cock for her view. "Would you like me to take them off for you, or would it be better if I just put my crotch in your face." She was as much his desired prey, as he was hers.
Lacey slowly got to her knees in front of him. "Oh," she managed to get out, her breath hard to catch, "both I think."
Tom strode up, putting his crotch inches from Lacey's face. With no ability to be subtle anymore, she inhaled the sent of his sex deeply, briefly closing her eyes as the intoxicating musk filled her senses. Tom reached down to gently take her arms. Her head tilted up to see his face, to try to discern his intentions. He smiled comfortingly at her, his hands sliding down her arms to her hands. He held them and brought them toward himself, putting them under the waistband of his briefs in the front. Lacey looked down again, licking her lips, as she saw Tom's cock stir beneath the material. He grew firm, thicker, longer.
She took a deep breath, looking quickly up at Tom's face to make sure it looked like this was what he wanted, then back down again, and she started pulling down and out. She carefully pulled the waist out as she pulled down, and his massive, growing cock fell out, bouncing in her face. She gasped.
"Pardon me," Tom said, knowing the effect he was having on Lacey. "I think your examination is getting me excited." He moved his hand to hold his big, full balls and the base of his now 12" long, thick cock, as if to clarify what he had meant.
"I want that," Lacey said. "I mean," she stammered, "I want to insure that the contagion in the hospital and the treatment you're receiving aren't aversely affecting your ability to be stimulated or..."
"Well, I think you can tell I'm not having a problem being stimulated. Here," he said, bringing her hand up and putting in on his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, amazed at the thickness, stroking it. "What else were you going to say you were supposed to check into?" He watched her stroke and groaned softly in approval.
"Uh..." she said "your ability to.... reach..." stroking his cock was diverting her ability to think about anything else "completion," she managed to blurt out.
"Ah," Tom said, as much in acknowledgment as from the stimulation. "We'll have to see about that. Your hand is a bit dry."
"Oh..." she said, startled, pulling her hand away.
"Oh no, it's OK," Tom said. "Why don't you just put your tongue out," he said as he guided his still held cock toward her fresh, beautiful face, "and give me a little lick. That will slick me up, and you can continue the ...research."
Lacey looked so excited she looked like she might hyperventilate. From her reactions it didn't look like she often found herself with a cock in her face and a guy telling her to lick it. Almost as if she were incapable of doing anything else, her plump red lips parted and a wet, pink tongue slowly emerged. Her big, wet, doe like eyes looked up into Tom's eyes as she moved her head, with open mouth and extended tongue, toward Tom's massive, erect cock.
"That's it," Tom said, anticipating Lacey giving herself over to him completely, surrendering her decorum, forgetting about shame and giving into her passions.
Her tongue touched the head of Tom's cock, and she smiled, released. Her eyes went back down to his crotch, his long thick, cock, his dark pubic hair, the thick smell of musk filing her senses, his big balls at the base of his cock. Her tongue bent as she pushed her head further, and she swirled it around his head. She looked up, as if for guidance.
"Lick and suck," Tom told her, "take it slow and enjoy it. I'm too big for you to suck all the way, so use your hands - both of them, to slick me up with your saliva."
She did as she was told, taking the head into her mouth, groaning as she did, both hands firmly holding his cock and spinning around it's length, slick with her spit. Her eyes closed as she focused entirely on what she was doing. Her bottom shifted, her knees spreading further, as the throbbing and desire of her own sex distracted her.
"Oh gosh," Tom grunted, "your mouth...your hands... oh. Your mouth is like a sweet pussy working my big fat cock."
"Ugh," Lacey grunted. The dirty talk that normally would have repulsed her now turned her on so much she felt wetness drip down her thighs, and relished the feel of the massive cock head in her wet mouth, her big, bee stung lips pushed down on it. It was as if this cock were fucking her mouth, stimulating it, the base sensation of serving this man of men, his massive cock and heavily musky smelling crotch making her his complete servant, willing to endure anything, no matter how degrading it might seem, to serve him. The loud, wet sounds of her mouth sucking and working his cock filled the room. She wanted to feel him throb and spurt into her mouth, knowing it was her that made him completely satisfied.
Tom pulled his cock from Lacey's hands and mouth. She looked like she thought she had done something wrong, her desire to satisfy him overwhelming.
Tom smiled down at Lacey, stroking her cheek as she heaved, finally able to breath. His smile reassured her, but she still didn't know what his will was, the will she wanted to follow without question.
"Stand up," Tom said.
He kissed her; she grabbed his shoulders, kissing back hard. She felt his huge cock press against her, and she wished her clothes would disappear, allow her steaming sex to collide with his.
Tom kissed her, his hands caressing her firmly, while also undoing her clothes and pushing them down. She stumbled, hard to keep on her feet from the sensations, but his firm grip kept her up so he could kiss her, explore her, and undress her.
Her bra came off, the sensation of the air on her chest, then the feel of Tom's firm chest pressing against it, as she felt his hand slide down her back to her panties. Thong, the one sexy thing she wore in her uniform, normally hidden from all, now exposed to Tom and everyone in the observation room. She knew they saw her, but it was the least important thing in the world to her now. As the thong slid down, Tom's hands moving along her round, tanned ass, her tan line was exposed, showing she tanned wearing just a thong. Her plump ass cheeks were browned, the crack of her ass now exposed and highlighted by its whiteness. As the panties fell she spread her legs, needing some cool air to hit her pussy lest it burst into flame. It was puffy, excited, soaked. The trimmed pubic hair was matted down against her, the same tan lines that were like a spotlight on her ass crack shown on her now exposed crotch.
She was jittery, absolutely needing his cock pressed against her, needing stimulation, needing to serve his will. Tom's hands slid down to hold her ass, and his grip intensified, squeezing each cheek hard. Then he lifted her off the floor, higher up until his cock was no longer held in place by her body and it swung down between her legs, brushing through the steamy, cum scented area of Lacey's throbbing crotch. Tom moved one hand to support Lacey, covering part of her ass crack, and used the other to grab his cock like it was a beast that had to be controlled, and he forced it toward her wet, throbbing pussy. He slid the head along her slick slit, eliciting moans from Lacey. She gripped at his shoulders more, and shook her butt, hoping to stimulate herself more, to get that cock where it needed to be.
His cock head was between her lips now, her pussy's slickness pouring down over him, preparing him. He slid along between her, stimulating her, teasing her, wetting him for what he knew would be a tight entry.
She shook her ass, grunting, needing him now; no longer able to endure the slow build up. When she felt his cock in place she started pushing down, now slowed only by the tightness of her passage relative to the thickness of him. She grunted and rocked, trying to force more of him in her. The heat of her pussy was overwhelming. Her breasts were taught, her nipples hard as nails grating against his chest. Her nails dug into his shoulders. A veneer of sweat covered her face, her chest, her stomach, her thighs and her ass. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, trying to work her way down,
Tom knew he should take it slow. Even if she had been loose his long thick cock would stretch her, and he should ease into her. And Lacey felt tight. But he knew Lacey wouldn't listen to reason, she was given over to her passion, and needed to satisfy it, satisfy her pussy, now more than anything. It didn't matter if she would be hurt, her brain now only received pleasure, her hot, wet, throbbing crotch now dictated her will.
Lacey grunted, moaned and screamed loudly, the pain only stimulating the pleasure, the sensation of the overwhelming sensation of the massive cock forcing it's way up, up it felt like it would go all the way up to fill her belly. Her cum poured down his cock, matting down his pubic hair, dripping off of his balls.
Viewed from Lacey's back, down past the straining muscles that moved her body up the huge cock and forced it down, past the sweat wet ass cheeks that tensed to move her body and take the sensation of the complete fucking she was enduring, past the throbbing asshole, just under her, you could see her raw, soaked, split open pussy straining to take Tom's huge cock, her inner lips tight around him and being pulled out when he slid out.
Her eyes bulged, her screams of pain, pleasure and complete surrender overwhelming her. Her orgasm build inevitably and burst over her like a bucket of ice water down her back, the sensation ebbing and flowing, but always increasing. Overwhelming, destroying her, but something she couldn't possibly stop. She screamed and came, her cum pouring out, her asshole throbbing, sweat pouring off of her face, her chest, dripping off of her achingly hard nipples when her chest was pulled away from Tom's.
His grunting built. He was an animal now, pumping into her, uncaring if what she felt was pain or pleasure, if she was still conscious of not. His huge cock was thicker than ever, thick to the breaking point, ready to erupt in her. He held each of her plump, sweat soaked ass cheeks in one hand, squeezing them ruthlessly, pulling them apart, forcing cool air to collide with her ass, with her pussy. All his muscles tensed, his hands slid up to her shoulders and pulled her down as hard as possible, forcing every inch of his cock into her, pushing their crotches against each other, mixing their pubic hair, his huge balls noisily slapping against her ass.
She felt the throbbing, then felt the explosion in her and her eyes nearly popped out of her head, her never ending orgasm burst to another level, as his cock spurt inside of her, ounce upon ounce of cum hitting the walls of her pussy and noisily being milked down and out of her, coating their thighs and his balls.
Lacey went limp against Tom, her muscles finally relaxed. She moaned softly continuously, getting louder as Tom's cock throbbed out it's final cum.
Tom lay Lacey down on the couch, his cock making a massive, wet slurping sound as it emerged from her, covered and dripping with cum. Lacey's body shone with sweat, her pussy pink and red and throbbing. Tom stumbled over to a chair, smiling, collapsed in it and fell asleep.
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It was finally time for Tom to be released from the hospital. Lacey would check up on him in an official capacity as frequently as her pussy could handle it. The body transformation and pheromone research would, of course, continue without Tom's knowledge.
Once at home in his apartment, Tom unpacked the clothes and supplements he had been issued, stripped down and got in the shower. A nice, hot shower, with particular attention to his big cock and balls, washed away the pheromones released from his sweat and excretions. He threw some clothes on and headed outside to get something to eat.
Tom was picking out fruit from a selection of particularly big and firm grapefruits when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Tom? Tom is that you?"
Tom turned to see a short, huge chested latina just about bursting out of a white tennis outfit. Her beautiful face, dark eyes and plump lips smiled up at him. She was probably just 5 feet tall. Her legs were thick and shapely and tan. Her waist seemed improbably slim above her wide hips and below her big breasts. The white tennis suit didn't fit her at all. Way too tight and short, it was actually pretty obscene.
"It's Paula," she said, looking deep into his eyes. How was he not recognizing this vision of a woman? "I was your guidance counselor your senior year of high school."
Tom did a double take and then realized who she was.
"Wow, Paula!" he said. He had been obsessed with her, as had many of the other boys. "How are you?"
"Normally, good. I feel pretty sore from tennis, though. It was the first time I've played in years. I even had to borrow this silly outfit," she said.
Tom took the excuse to look at Paula's outfit, and more importantly what was in it. Somehow he hadn't noticed before, Paula's nipples were sticking out through her top. They must have been big, thick and very hard right now.
"I think it looks great," Tom said, smiling at her.
"You always had a way of making me feel like getting ready in the morning was for something," Paula said, returning the smile.
Really? Tom didn't think she had thought very much about him at all during high school. His heart beat harder and his thoughts wandered.
"I probably shouldn't be very sore," Paula said, picking up the conversation after the silence from her last comment, which hadn't gone unnoticed. "The couple we played against did pretty poorly for some reason."
"Mixed doubles," Tom guessed. "Man seemed distracted and the woman seemed angry?"
"Yes!" Paula said. "How did you know?"
"I think I see why a man would be distracted and his wife would be angry," Tom said, smiling, looking Paula over slowly from foot to head. Paula could feel his gaze on her body, as if he had heat vision. She shifted her feet, rubbing her big thighs together under her tiny skirt.
"Oh you," she said, playfully swatting at him, then holding on to his arm. "Ugh, I need to get something for these muscle aches and get my sweaty body across town."
"I live around the block. Why don't you come by, you can take a shower at my place and I'll give you a massage to get those aches out," Tom offered.
"Oh wow, that sounds good," Paula said. "I warn you - I'm not very tall, but you'll have your hands full with achey areas to massage." She smiled, clearly quite warmed to the idea.
Tom abandoned his cart and took Paula by the arm. He slowly led her out of the store on their way to his apartment.
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"Here are some towels," Tom said, putting a stack of towels down on the counter of his bathroom. "Soap and shampoo and stuff are on the rack. Need anything else?"
"No, I think I'm all good," Paula said. "Thanks so much. I was expecting an unpleasant trip back home. I'm so glad I bumped into you!"
"Me, too," Tom said. "Now you get naked," he joked gesturing to her clothes and then the shower. "I'll go get ready for your massage and make you some tea."
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Paula walked into Tom's living room wearing a towel around her body. Her thick, wet hair looked as if it were slicked back. She smiled at Tom and accepted the mug of tea he held out to her. While she sipped it she looked at the table he had set up to massage her on. The room was noticeably warm, and Tom had changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts.
"I made it warmer for you," Tom said. Her shower had been hot, and she'd soon be close to naked.
"Thanks," Paula said. She put down her tea. "Should I just get on this?" she asked.
"Yeah, that would be great," Tom said, and helped her climb up. He guided her to pay down on her stomach. She was pretty bundled up in her towel, but Tom didn't want to rush things and make her uncomfortable.
She groaned and laughed as she settled in. Tom laughed back as he took her thick, long, beautiful hair in his hand and put an elastic band around it to keep it out of the way. He dabbed the water from her wet hair off of her shoulders with a little towel, then brought it across his own forehead. It was getting warm in the apartment and he had begun to perspire.
Tom started by gently massaging Paula's temples, standing by her head, his crotch in line with her head, which lay on a folded towel. He moved down to her neck, moving a bit closer to Paula's head as he rubbed away the tension.
He walked around until he was perpendicular to her body on her right side, just below her shoulders.
"Lean over on this side," he told her, putting his hand on her exposed shoulder closest to him. She lifted her left side. "Undo your towel so I can slip it down your back as I go."
She swallowed silently as she did was he told her to do, further exposing herself to him. If he had told her to drop the towel before she had gotten on the table she knew she would have. She wanted Tom, she had for years, and had been teased by the situation daily when he had been a student. She had known he wanted her. Of course he had. She saw the way he had looked at her everyday of the school year, and that same heat generating, lingering look of his had melted her whenever he did. Now it was possible, and an amazing situation had presented itself. But still, she couldn't understand why she felt so willing to be so wanton and loose. She hoped he would just ask her to give herself to him.
Tom put baby oil on her shoulders and rubbed them slowly with his firm hands, kneading away tension and generating a different type of tension as he went. He gradually slipped the towel down lower, and each time he did it tickled Paula's sensitized skin all the way down to the fire between her legs.
Her groans were soft, as soft as she could make them, and her facial contortions and smiles of joy at the massage were beyond her control to conceal, despite how excessive she was sure they looked to Tom.
"It is nice and warm in here," Paula said in a moment when Tom's hands weren't on her. When they were she didn't think she could formulate a coherent sentence. "I'm not feeling a chill at all, even though you've uncovered almost all of me." She felt butterflies in her stomach as she told Tom in this subtle way that she liked being exposed to him.
"I'm glad you're comfortable," Tom said. "I'd hate for you to want me to stop because you were cold."
"Oh, I'm not letting you stop for quite some time," Paula said, and began to moan as he rubbed her shoulders and back again. Her beautiful latina skin was more amazing then he had remembered it, and rubbing baby oil all over it was fantastic.
"I am getting a bit warm," Tom said.
"Why don't you take off your shirt?" Paula proposed. "No reason I should be the only topless one here." Now it was Tom's turn to feel butterflies in his stomach. He looked down at her body, slipping her towel down further, now to her waist. He could see the sides of her big breasts pressed against the table, her narrow waist and the beginning of her hips. She was so close to being exposed to him, but for now she was just on the edge in this more innocent pose. It was exquisitely painful.
"Good idea," Tom said, stepping back and pulling his shirt off. Paula opened her eyes to look at him, seeing his ripped upper body. Her fantasies about having the geeky boy she had known when he was in high school were suddenly updated. He was mildly concerned all of his sweating from the warmth in the room and working Paula's muscles hard would gross Paula out, but he wanted to make sure it stayed warm so she'd be comfortable. He had no idea of the effect of his medically enhanced pheromones on her.
Tom moved down until he was at Paula's waist and started working her back again, reaching up to glide across Paula's back and shoulders, down her sides and now touching the sides of her big breasts. He gasped as he touched them, his eyes rolling up in his head as years of desire were coming true.
He moved his hands to her lower back and worked the muscles hard, teasing out the tension and aches. Paula groaned appreciatively and shifted, now raising her towel draped ass up off the table. Tom's hands progressed toward her raised butt, slowly moving the towel down as he went. The top of the crack of her ass was now visible, and Tom felt his cock firm up. He bit down down on his lower lip as he took in the site of her huge, firm, gorgeous ass as it was gradually exposed.
Paula reached up and took hold of the towel. "Do you want me to... pull this off?" she asked, her breath coming quick as she began to slide it off of her amazing ass. Tom put a hand out to stop the towel, taking the opportunity to touch Paula, albeit through a towel, right at the point of her ass where her asshole was.
"No, you can leave it," Tom said. His touch on her backside had made her eyes pop open and froze the rest of her body. Her heart, the one part of her not frozen, beat so hard in her ears she was sure Tom must hear it.
Tom straightened the towel that now just barely covered her ass and moved to her feet. He massaged up her legs from her ankles, working the baby oil in, squeezing her calves. Now his hands moved up and he took in her thighs, luxuriating over the deep contact his hands made with them as they went higher and higher toward the towel and the last part of her that was barely concealed.
"Do you want to lay on your back," Tom asked, "and I can do your legs more thoroughly? I imagine a lot of the aches and pains are in your legs."
"Yes, that would be great," Paula said. Before he could offer to shift her towel and continue the effort to preserve her modesty she whipped it away, throwing it to the floor as she flipped over. She was propped up on her hands and she looked smilingly at Tom's somewhat shocked face. "I think you still have a lot of work to do," she said. It seemed like she wanted to get past the level of teasing, but didn't want to just hurl herself at him. She was naked, and it wasn't a big deal.
It was a huge deal. Flipping over like that and seeing Tom's expression, confirming her thoughts that he did want to see her naked body, despite his thing with the towel on her butt, had sent electric shocks of excitement down Paula's body. Her big, brown nipples were rock hard on her massive breasts, and clearly not from any cold, since it was so warm in the room. She comfortably let her legs drift apart, slowly and tantalizingly exposing her trimmed bush, the hair shining with the copious wetness that had poured from her just about from the time she had started talking with Tom at the market. If she could have grabbed his head and shoved his shocked, open mouth right onto her throbbing mound she would have. But something made her want to keep this unbearable tension building, even now that she was naked and it could only go so much further.
"You look kind of heated up," Paula said, letting Tom know she could tell he was going crazy looking at her. "Why don't you lose the shorts? I'm already naked, after all," she said, waving a hand down her body, as if he hadn't noticed.
He stood and hooked his thumbs under the elastic at either side of his shorts and pulled them down with the same sort of casual air that he thought Paula had had when she exposed herself to him. And just as he had been blown away to see her gorgeous, shapely, aroused body, and he looked at her face as she saw his giant cock flop free of it's confines.
"Ready?" Tom asked, rubbing more baby oil onto his hands and trying to seem casual.
"Oh...I...then," Paula stammered incoherently.
"Why don't you scoot down so your legs are hanging off of the table and you're sitting on your butt at the edge here," Tom asked Paula.
Here eyes were locked on his face, occasionally drinking in the site of the rest of his body as she moved. Tom went back to her feet and started spreading her legs and moving between them. Paula panted now, her heart pounding in her chest as she moved into position for what she felt certain was the consummation of this playful build up. As Paula's butt rested at the edge of the table Tom took her feet and brought them up to rest against his toned chest, exposing her enflamed sex and positioning it perfectly if Tom wanted to lay his cock into her. The heat and smell of her moist sex filled the air around them, making it clear that Paula wanted Tom, and Tom's thickening cock, getting even larger than it was, told Paula the same. Her dripping, swollen pussy lips throbbed in expectation of the contact with his huge cock.
Tom gently pushed her upper body down, laying her down, his downward pointing cock briefly pressing against her pussy as he moved forward. As Paula went down, Tom's hands slid down her body and his forearms, which had touched the sides of her huge breasts were replaced by his hands, which moved slowly but surely, not lingering at all where they both so desperately wanted them. Paula groaned from the physical contact, and then felt frustration as Tom moved back and started massaging the oil into her calves.
The position Tom had put Paula in, while terribly erotic, was also useful for really working Paula's legs. Her toes gently dug into his chest as his strong hands forcefully squeezed the muscles of her thick legs. Now his hands moved up to her outer thighs, and he stroked and massaged up and down them from her knees to her waist, his thumbs on the front of her thighs and her hips, the rest of his hands on the sides.
The sensuality seemed to excite and ready every nerve in her body. On the upstroke, as he moved up along her round, tanned legs, over her hips, his crotch, the impossibly thick, densely muscled cock root and the bush of curly pubic hair pressed against Paula's splayed pussy, eliciting even more moans and groans than she made constantly at this point in the massage. Her pubic hair was matted down, her lips swollen, nothing left in an unexcited, protected state.
Tom grunted, as well, as he moved his rippling muscles to massage deeply, and not ignorant of the contact with Paula's body or the effect he was having on her.
"You're moaning a lot when I'm working you up here," he said, massaging her hips, his crotch pressed against hers, his thumbs so close to her crotch. Paula's eyes were rolled up in her head, her mouth open and moaning. "I think I want to focus on this area for a while."
"But there's no reason to keep your feet up here now that I'm done working your legs," he said, taking her legs in his hands. "Why don't I put them over my shoulders, to make you more comfortable?"
This was, in fact, more comfortable for Paula, but way more importantly it put their crotches even more in line.
"Only thing is," Tom said, moving back a bit from Paula until her ankles were on his shoulders. "I keep brushing my.....my cock up against you," Tom said, knowing his frank, obscene talk about what he knew from the moans and gyrations it elicited was driving Paula crazy. "Would it be OK if I just laid it here on you, so I'm not in danger of poking into you with it?" he asked. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and gestured toward Paula's crotch and stomach. Even aroused it didn't stand straight out, but hung thick and dense and long, like a huge long, coiled up rope.
Paula stared at it, wide eyed, biting her lip at the site of the precum at its tip. She grunted an "uh huh" and shook her head. Tom seemed to throw his cock against Paula, the precum spilling out into her navel. He slid his cock up her until his fist-sized balls pressed up against her ass and wet opening.
"Is that OK?" he asked as innocently as he could. Paula was a sweaty, quivering, moaning mess. Again she grunted "uh huh", and this time reached down with both hands to steady and arrange Tom's cock. As incredibly sexual as this was for both of them they acted like she was doing no more than straightening his tie or fixing a piece of hair out of place. She lifted her butt and moved herself and him, now reaching down a hand to adjust the lips of her pussy so that his cock lay along her slit, a lip on either side, her throbbing click under the massive hunk of meat that stretched up to her belly.
"Ok, here we go," Tom said, and started massaging Paula's hips. His hands worked hard, and they drifted, now massaging the portions of her huge ass that weren't pressed against the table, then stretching up to massage her stomach, her ribs, and her giant tits. His hands wound about her neck, then massaging up to her chin, then back down her shoulders and to her chest above her breasts. As he moved along her body his cock moved, sliding along her soaked slit, the weight and pressure of him working every nerve and sensory point Paula's pussy and clit had.
His hands moved back down to her breasts, the objects of his high school obsession, and he explored them. Every angle and curve was moistened and squeezed, from the top of her breasts to the sides, the sides that touched each other and underneath. He glided over, barely missed and finally squeezed and pinched her big, hard, brown nipples.
Paula's moans, long ago past subtle or under her breath, were now screams. She twisted her ass this way and that to maximize contact with Tom's slicked cock. Her fuck hole ached to be filled with it, while she knew it would destroy her, undo her, put her over the edge.
The screams continued, not clearly from pleasure, but also from a burning desire and from the pain of the weight of his cock and it's unrelenting abrasion of her most sensitive parts.
"Let's move you down a bit further," Tom said, pulling Paula's willing body down off the table more until her ass was off of it. "I want to oil up and massage your ass, and your asshole," he said casually, knowing the nonchalant rendering of this complete obscenity while he slid his fat cock between her thick, glistening thighs would drive her mad.
His hands dripping with oil he squeezed and explored her huge, firm, smooth ass, his cock sawing away at her soaked slit. Her body heaved and contorted, trying to stay conscious, trying to get the most contact possible with his cock. Her hands held the table on either side of her head. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears pouring from them, her screams amazingly loud.
Tom's fingers moved around the massive ass to slide along her ass crack, brushing up against Paula's twitching asshole. He gently massaged her butt-hole with oil as he slid his body back away from her. Paula broke from her screaming and possession to lift up on her body up on her hands and look down between them, alarmed that Tom was stopping what he had been doing.
She looked up into his eyes just as he moved one hand from her ass to guide his cock, putting the head of it finally at her opening. A huge smile of joy swept across Paula's face and she lay back down, holding the table where she had been, bracing for the impact Tom's huge cock would have on her body as he filled her.
Paula's screams and tears resumed as he slowly, gently, but firmly forced his cock into her. Her well massaged and lubricated hips were held fast in his hands, helping Tom to fight against Paula's muscles and bones to fit all of himself in her.
Paula's entire body had been sensitized and teased into an extension of her erogenous zones so that now, as Tom's cock filled her, the feel of any part of his body against hers drove her wild. The sensation was like being tickled by ice cubes and feathers and shocking electrical wires all at once, the feeling shooting out of her toes and the hairs on her head. The ecstasy of being entered and filled by Tom made the pleasure flow from Paula, overshadowing the pain she should have been feeling in abundance.
Every muscle in Tom's body was tensed, the medically enhanced pheromone rich sweat pouring from him as he worked his giant cock in and out of Paula's pinup body. Her huge tits shook, her thick, sweat and cum covered thighs quivered. He viciously squeezed her fat, greased up ass, a sensation that somehow pleasured Paula even more, as he pushed himself all the way into her.
Paula's head stopped flailing from side to side for a moment as the sensation became so overwhelming she opened her eyes and looked into Tom's. Her beautiful pleasure pained countenance overwhelmed him, and Paula felt Tom's arm thick cock throb as his big balls emptied into her. She screamed at the top of her lungs from the sensation, but only for moments, when it was all too much for her and she passed out with him still inside of her.
Tom slowly pulled his cock from Paula's red, abused, oozing pussy and heard frantic banging at his door.
"Tom!! Tom!!!!" a voice he recognized as his neighbor Susan screamed.
He ran over to the door and standing behind it with only his face peaking out, he opened it slightly to see what had happened to his friend and neighbor.
"Tom! Tom! Are you OK?" Susan asked, frantically.
"What?" Tom asked confused. "Yeah, I - " and he stopped abruptly, as Susan pushed the door open to be able to see the rest of Tom and make sure he was OK.
The miasma of hot, wet sex smells that had been building up in the apartment swept over her, filling her with Tom's super power pheromones, just as she saw Tom's rippling muscles and gigantic cock. He was covered in sweat and Paula's cum, his cock dripping from Paula copious juices and his own.
"Oh my gosh," she said, covering her mouth, unable to take her eyes away from Tom's manhood. "I'm sorry..." she said. "I heard the screams..." she looked around the room and saw Paula's limp body on the table, her body covered with baby oil, sweat and cum. "Is she dead?" Susan asked, panicking, pointing at Paula.
"No, Susan," Tom said, smiling, both to reassure her and at the situation of having his neighbor walk in on him just after sex. "She's passed out."
Susan looked to Tom's face, confused.
"From sex," Tom said.
Susan looked amazed, having only heard of sex like that. She looked back to Tom and looked him over, her shock and intoxication from the pheromones removing any inhibition.
"Tom, your body," she said, staring at his huge, sloppy cock. Susan had been his neighbor for years, and while she had never seen him naked before she was pretty sure he hadn't looked like this.
"Yeah, I know," Tom said, looking down with her at his cock. "I was exposed to something at the hospital and the treatment had side effects."
"Side effects?" she repeated, confused.
Tom put his arm on Susan's shoulder to try to comfort her and guide her back out the door as he talked to her.
"Yeah, it changed my body," he said gesturing to his body that was pressed alongside hers as they walked. His sweat and cum wet her clothes that he was against. She nodded, looking at his amazing body.
"My cock," he said, lifting the massive, sloppy wet appendage, as if she hadn't noticed it before. Her head moved in some sort of contortion and words stuck in her mouth as she tried to respond.
"And my sex drive," he said as he reached his doorway again. "It's out of control. I need sex just about all the time," he told her. He let go of her shoulder and faced her, ready to let her out of the door.
"You do?" Susan asked, looking at his dick as if it had done the talking, wishing she could take it on, clean it lovingly, and suffer the same fate that the woman in the other room had.
Tom opened the door and gently started leading Susan out, trying to keep her between him and the hallway.
"If you need anything right now," Susan stammered inquiringly, squirming in place.
"How about I come by later to your place, and we can have-"
"I'll get ready!" Susan said, turning and running to her apartment.
"some tea..." Tom whispered to the rapidly departing back of his neighbor. He closed the door behind him and felt stirring in his just recently satisfied cock as the thought of fucking his neighbor silly filled his thoughts.
He carried Paula gently to his bed and laid her there. She didn't stir at all as he moved her. He sat next to her, in line with her breasts, and wiped her down with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning the cum and sweat from her. Her flush, curvy body responded dreamingly to his gentle touches, and he reveled at the site of her big round ass, her thick tanned thighs, her bush covered pussy, her huge tits and big, dark nipples, and her beautiful face, smiling and serene after having the life nearly fucked out of it.
Admiring Paula's body was just too much for Tom, and he grew hard again. He steadily stroked himself, looking at her, hearing her coo softly, perhaps in her dreams, and seeing her respond subtly to his gentle cleaning. Slowly she drifted awake, aware of the deep sexual satisfaction she felt and the loving touch she was experiencing. She looked over and saw Tom, his amazing body, he looking at her and enjoying her beauty and himself. She could imagine no greater compliment to her appearance than the site of this stud of a man getting so aroused at seeing her in this state that she imagined was the worst look she had ever had, that he was pleasuring himself.
"Ooooh," she groaned in soreness and admiration, "I wish I were able to have you again," she said. "I think it would kill me though," she said, smiling.
"Shhhh," Tom said, lovingly stroking her hair from her face as he continued to stroke himself. "While I need this constantly, I think I should only expect it of you once a week," he said.
"I think you're probably right," she said. "But promise me you will have all of the other women you need. I love what you did to me, and want as much as I can bare, but I know you can't have just one woman - as fucking hot as she may be," Paula said, and wagged her eyebrows in a saucy way at Tom.
"Turn on your side and open that beautiful, filthy mouth of yours," Tom told her. Paula's heart jumped back to the rhythm it had persisted at when she had passed out. "I'm going to fill it with my cum now," Tom said, and turned his body and pointed his cock at Paula's head as she turned and took the end of him between her lips, wrapping her hands around the base of his cock and his balls.
Her plump lips and hot, wild tongue slicked up and mauled Tom's cock head, all that she could work into her mouth, and in moments Paula could feel rumbling in his cock and balls. She braced herself, forcing her head down and holding on to his cock to keep herself in place as powerful jets of cum shot into her mouth. She feverishly gulped the plentiful globs of cum that shot into her mouth, moaning approval as she did.
Tom stroked her hair, loving the touch of her, resisting the impulse to shove his cock down her throat.
Paula felt a love for Tom that went beyond anything she had experienced before, and would have happily swallowed all of him before. But this cum was different. It tingled and tasted amazing, and did something to her as she swallowed and swallowed it. She felt like the feelings she had been having for Tom, the passion and desire and longing, was now becoming a part of her.
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"Turn on your side and open that beautiful, filthy mouth of yours," Tom told her. Paula's heart jumped back to the rhythm it had persisted at when she had passed out. "I'm going to fill it with my cum now," Tom said, and turned his body and pointed his cock at Paula's head as she turned and took the end of him between her lips, wrapping her hands around the base of his cock and his balls.
Her plump lips and hot, wild tongue slicked up and mauled Tom's cock head, all that she could work into her mouth, and in moments Paula could feel rumbling in his cock and balls. She braced herself, forcing her head down and holding on to his cock to keep herself in place as powerful jets of cum shot into her mouth. She feverishly gulped the plentiful globs of cum that shot into her mouth, moaning approval as she did.
Tom stroked her hair, loving the touch of her, resisting the impulse to shove his cock down her throat.
Paula felt a love for Tom that went beyond anything she had experienced before, and would have happily swallowed all of him before. But this cum was different. It tingled and tasted amazing, and did something to her as she swallowed and swallowed it. She felt like the feelings she had been having for Tom, the passion and desire and longing, was now becoming a part of her.
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Paula smiled serenely, cooing as she licked her lips, trying to get any of Tom's massive load that he hadn't pumped into her eager mouth.
Tom stood, his recently satisfied cock and balls swinging heavily. "I should go see Susan," he said, unconcerned about any sense of jealousy Paula might feel as he spoke of going to see another woman naked, her saliva still dripping from his cock.
"I'm coming, too," Paula said. She sat up on her well massaged thick ass and thighs, her massive breasts bouncing. She seemed surprisingly energized considering the tremendous fucking she had just gotten. "My pussy is still throbbing and sore, and my belly is too full of your cum to take any more, but I'd like to help her please you."
Tom shook his head in surprise, his cock starting to firm up again. "I...I just wanted to go reassure her everything's OK. She came by when she heard us before, and saw you passed out."
"Tom, I don't think you understand what you're like now. After you having me, and you filling me with your cum I feel like understand something at a deeper level."
It was hard to concentrate on whatever it was she was saying. Seeing her gorgeous naked body exposed in front of him, her talking of taking his cum in her pussy and mouth only served to make him harder. His sex drive seemed out of control.
"I'm attached to you now," Paula continued. "And I know what you need, and I need to give you that. And satisfying you is all that matters to me now. And I know I need help to do that."
"What I need?" Tom asked, his chest now heaving, his eyes boring into the site of her swollen breasts and hard nipples. His cock now fully hard and ready to have her again, whether she could take it or not.
Paula smiled and walked slowly toward him, sauntering really. Precum oozed from Tom and he did everything he could to keep from grabbing her.
"Yes, let me explain," Paula said, pushing him to sit on the bed with one beautiful, dainty hand. Tom sat, watching as Paula took a bottle of baby oil and stepped in front of Tom.
"First," she said, facing away from him, looking over her shoulder and handing him the bottle, "oil up my big ass."
In a flash Tom popped the top on the bottle, and before Paula even finished spreading her legs and bending over at the waist, holding onto her ankles, Tom had squirted oil all over Paula's ass. It was big. Really big. With no cellulite, and fantastically curvy. He put the top back on and dropped the bottle, not wanting to waste a moment on carefully putting it down. His firm hands rubbed and massaged her ass, her hips and thighs, down the crack of her ass. Not one part of her big butt was dry as his hands and fingers rubbed, slid, spread and touched.
Paula moaned with no modesty. She knew she had to consider the words of what she was going to say carefully. Not because Tom wouldn't receive them well, but because articulating speech would be very hard to do when Tom touched her at all.
Paula's asshole twitched. Her pussy lips grew swollen, and her cum and the intoxicating aroma of her sex dripped. Tom took his eyes from her ass to look at her thick, brown thighs, her swaying breasts, and her once again contorted face - her lips still swollen and wet from sucking Tom.
Tom dug his thumbs into the fat cheeks of Paula's ass, spreading them and squeezing them together, when suddenly his hands slipped together as she stepped away, her hair flying as she stood suddenly, her massive breasts shaking.
Tom's face showed his disappointment, his aching cock throbbing and oozing accented it.
Paula smiled over her shoulder. "So let me explain while I sit on your lap," she said, taking a step back and lowering her huge, shining ass down. Tom put out his hands, held her padded hips so tightly it would have hurt Paula if she weren't tingling with the early stages of ecstasy, and guided her down. She put her hands between her legs, holding onto Tom's thighs above the knees. "Oh, and just slide that big, beautiful cock of yours between my big cheeks. I don't think I'm ready to take that pole up my butt just yet."
Grunting, Tom guided her down until he felt her hot, oily ass engulf his cock, it's tickling slickness making the hairs on his thighs stand straight up.
"Tom," Paula stammered out, the sensation of Tom's arm thick cock splitting her ass cheeks and rubbing against her well greased hole making it difficult for her to speak, "I don't know what your cum has done to me, in my pussy and my mouth," she said, squirming and sliding on him, "but I need to make sure you're satisfied." Her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping on his legs, her quivering thighs visible to either side of her big, greased ass. Tom could see the sides of her huge breasts shake on either side of her back. Looking down he saw her ass squeeze and his cock poke out, then she rode him more, swallowing it up again.
Tom let go of Paula's thighs and slide his oil slick hands around to take hold of Paula's spread, engorged pussy. One hand spread her fat, wet lips, the other strummed the abused, over used clit and dipped into the stretched cunt hole, eliciting screams and convulsions from Paula.
Tom felt his balls tense up, the cum beginning to boil.
"Oh.....YES," Paula said, her twitching asshole being trained to love the feel of Tom's impossibly big cock as it rubbed lengthwise between her huge ass cheeks, her sore, worn, pussy being massaged again to constant orgasm.
"I...I," Paula said, riding hard, now holding her breasts tight, her thighs closing on Tom's hands as much as she could with his legs keeping them spread. "I need to...oh fuck...need to find pussies for you," she gasped. She slid down his thighs to be able to stand, Tom's hands noisily falling out from between her sopping wet pussy lips. She stood between his legs, hers now together. She faltered, the pleasure snapping through all her nerve endings like a whip, sensations flowing from her curled toes, her hardened nipples, her sensitized thighs. She reached both hand between her legs to grasp Tom's aching, ass lubricated cock, and she stroked it. He grabbed her hips again, grunting, pulling her big gorgeous ass towards him, her cheeks spread and her ass hole fully lubricated and twitching, as if trying to swallow him up.
"I know I can't fuck you enough," she said, drowned out in her own ears from the sound of her own heart. "I need to gather a harem for you." She guided his cock up as he pulled her close, purposefully pointing the too huge member at her delicate butt hole. "I need to find more pussy for you, to make sure those huge balls of yours are always...oh....OH...MILKED!!!!" she screamed as the head of his cock pushed into the tight, slick hole of her big, beautiful ass. Her hips moved furiously, working the huge head into her, her body covered in goose bumps, her eyes bulging. "Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!" And the head finally popped into her, providing barely any relief, as the only slightly less thick shaft now stretched her ass open.
"Uhhh...uhh....oh, fuck Paula!" Tom screamed, the feeling of his balls contracting and quaking, his cum about to fill Paula once again, yet again in a new way. He pulled hard on Paula's hips, her hands braced her on his legs and she fought to take more of him up inside of her in a way she was never meant to fuck.
Barely half way down his length his cum started spurting up into Paula's ass. Paula felt every throb and release into her. Her eyes watered as she tried to push down and take more of the exploding cock into her. The sweat poured from her breasts, pushed together by her arms going down between her legs, and down her back.
Tom's cock throbbed as his copious amounts of cum emptied into Paula, overflowing and oozing down his length out of her stuffed ass.
"Oh, oh, oh," Paula moaned, riding down her own overlapping orgasms, sensing the abuse of her butt hole, and being bound even more to Tom through the gobs of his warm spunk up her ass. She rose up, popping his cock from her ass noisily, cum squirting from between her fat, slick ass cheeks. She collapsed on her knees and face on the sofa, no attempt to cover up her nakedness, her asshole exposed and still throbbing open and closed as cum oozed up out of it like a weak geyser.
Tom heard the door open behind him, and he turned to see Susan letting herself in, her head peaking around the door first. "I got ready and was waiting for you, Tom, but I figured from the sound of it that you were fucking again." She came into view past the ajar door, and Tom could see a tray with tea and biscuits, Susan made up with eye makeup and lipstick she didn't typically wear, and an outfit that looked like nothing but a lacey apron. What had gotten into his neighbor to prompt her to walk through the halls dressed for sex into another apartment where she must have heard Paula screaming for Tom's cum up her ass?
Susan looked at Tom and Paula and smiled as she pushed the door closed, and came towards him. "Looks like Paula's had enough again," she said, as she got right up to Tom and put the tray down, her cleavage showing. "Let me help you clean up," she said, getting to her kneels, cupping his balls in her right hand, holding his right hip in her right hand, as if to make sure he didn't get away, and taking the cum dripping cock that had just been deep in Paula's still oozing fat ass moments ago into her mouth.
Tom's shock at the situation disappeared as he felt Susan work his again inflating cock head in her hungry, slurping mouth. "Oh, fuck this tastes good," Susan said, popping Tom's cock from her mouth and looking over at Paula's oozing, raised asshole. She stood up, standing close to Tom, turned around and bent over, holding her thighs apart from behind, in case he hadn't known what she wanted. She bent over further, getting close to Paula's ass, and she breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of Tom's cum, Paula's ass, and their mingled sex and sweat.
As Tom held her hips and pushed his cock into her she released her ass and put her hands on Paula's big, brown cheeks, keeping them spread. She moaned, being filled by what had obsessed her all day, as her tongue went down to slurp Tom's cum from Paula's spread ass. Paula moaned, half passed out as she felt the gentle hands, the slick little hungry toungue, Susan's straight black hair falling over her ass, and Susan's moans going right into her ass.
Tom watched between Susan's smaller, but still plump ass to see his huge cock spread Susan's sensitive, dark hair covered pussy spread wide. He pushed in deep, then pulled back, seeing her inner lips stretched tight around his cock. She moaned and screamed as she felt herself pulled inside out, her sex completely owned and used, her whole body pushed to obscene depths she never imagined.
Paula cooed as Susan's tongue dipped into her ass.
"Oh, yeah, fuck this is good," Tom said, admiring his latest piece of ass. "Keep licking that sweet asshole of hers, and bring a hand up to work her pussy."
Susan obeyed unquestioningly, sliding the back of her hand up Paula's inner thigh, moving it into the hot, humid domain of Paula's pulsating pussy. She gently slid two fingers over Paula's lips, then back up and between her lips, getting soaked and brushing against Paula's overused clit. Then back further and into Paula's soaked cum hole. Paula's moans were now coming from someone conscious, unsure of what exactly was happening, but surrendered to a life of pleasure at the command of a man with powers over her she couldn't understand.
Paula moved away slowly, her body teased and pleasured and fucked to the point that she could bear no more. She knew that Susan, now getting fucked out of her mind, slammed into full length from behind by Tom, was like her - she had ingested Tom's cum - straight from Paula's fucked ass, as it were. Susan was now also devoted to pleasuring Tom.
Paula slowly, gingerly moved out of Tom and Susan's sight. "I'm going to put an add in some papers and magazines for full size panty model tryouts. To build up a harem for you, Tom." She knelt down behind him, holding his ass as he pumped into Susan. "I'll say I'm doing the auditions, have Tom audition, too, and whatever it is his body has done to us, it will do to them, and they can help us - " her tongue lapped out, licking his balls, "keep these -" he spread his legs, not letting up his pumping, but letting her hold his balls and suck them, "-drained."
Tom fucked Susan without consideration for her pleasure or comfort, pumping into her, causing mind blowing pleasure to crash over her. His thick pole stretched her soaked, hairy fuck hole, Paula working his balls happily with her mouth, the top of her head tickling his asshole with her hair.
Tom pulled out, wanting to allow Paula better access to his balls. Susan was finally able to breath, but didn't lose a moment in spinning around to continue to pleasure him.
Paula reached around and pulled Tom's cock against his body. "Here, Susan. Get under his cock and enjoy his balls for a bit." Susan moved as Paula had asked. Paula and Susan's tongues danced with each other on Tom's balls. Then he felt Paula move back, her hands circling around him again to hold his cock, still wet from Susan. Her fingers intertwined around him and stroked, and he felt first her breath, then her tongue against his asshole.
Susan sucked and licked his huge, full balls, breathing deeply the intoxicating scent of his crotch. Paula moaned, hungrily eating his ass, her tongue pushing up into him, while she milked his cock, stroking the length, up over the head. Susan moaned, alerting Paula of what Tom already felt, another impending orgasm.
"Take it in your mouth," Paula told Susan, and she did, ready to be a receptacle for Tom's fire hose of cum. Paula held on tight, not letting up on Tom's asshole for moment, now also working his balls with her hand.
"Ahhhhh!!!!", Tom screamed, overwhelmed with sensation from his ass, his balls, and his hard sucked cock. His cum spurt hard, eliciting surprised and delighted moans from Susan who struggled to swallow all that was fed to her of the mind altering man cum.
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Debbie bit down on her lip, excited and hopeful, looking at the ad for a full size panty model.
Everyone was always telling her how good looking she was, and she loved to model. Her recent experiences made her think more than ever of how much she enjoyed modeling.
Debbie was a cosplayer. She liked dressing up, often as anime characters, and getting together with others at conventions and anywhere else they could. She and her friends were getting together for a convention in Los Angeles. Debbie was going to dress in thigh high boots, a cape and something that was like a one piece bathing suit. One of the friends she had made online made a bunch of their costumes, her's included, and she wouldn't see it in person until they met up at the hotel, really just a couple of hours before they'd hit the convention floor.
Knowing she'd be on exhibition in essentially a bathing suit, Debbie had been working on, getting on the stair climber to work her thighs and and get her butt looking great.
A day or so before the convention, she'd also gone from a trimmed bush to completely shaving her pussy, just to be sure no hair would show in the crotch of her suit if she did any kicks or anything fun in costume. One of her friends had told her she did this, and after thinking about it and trying out some high kicks naked, seeing her well trimmed, dark, curly bush as her legs spread wide, she decided to do the same.
The feel of a shaved pussy was something she really had not been expecting. Debbie had come to realize her pussy lips were particularly plump, and maybe because of this, and without pubic hair keeping them from getting rubbed by clothes and rubbing against each other, she now found she was always stimulated. Her clothes tight against her, or loose and just tickling her, or just her lips once they got moistened, seemed to get her really worked up. Her face and neck and chest got flush, her breathing audibly more intense. Her nipples hardened to where she needed more layers to not have that be obvious. And there was even a smell of her juicy pussy, and amazingly even sometimes the squishing sound of it.
Maybe it was something about her exhibitionist tendencies, but the worse it got...the worse it got. When she knew her clothes were exciting her, she knew she'd get wet, and it excited her more. She knew people would see her nipples, that they'd smell her, maybe they'd even hear her pussy. It mortified her, made her face turn red, and that made it even worse. There was something about not wanting people to know, about the shame and humiliation that somehow aroused her even more.
Getting to the hotel and the convention was confusing and stressful, and of course delayed. By the time she got there her friends were waiting, and she had to rush. She stowed her junk, showered, and walked out into the room they were sharing wearing a robe, ready to get into the outfit she'd only seen online to this point.
She dropped the robe, standing naked in front of her friends, ready for them to dress her. She wasn't a lesbian, but there was something about the attention on her that made her feel tingling. Her friends admired her curvy but toned body, looking at her like she was a manequin, touching her thighs, stroking her flat belly. This made her body warm and her breathy heavy. The attention and the exposed air made her nipples harden, just as one friend stroked the side and underside of her breasts, saying how great and firm her chest looked and she was was right in not building in any sort of underwire in the costume. Debbie gasped, as if a melting icecube were drawn up her stomach, and she felt the melting drop slide down to her throbbing, puffy pussy, it's own dampness feeling as if it were about to drip.
"And I guess you decided to shave, too," the friend who had told her about shaving her pussy said, smiling, stroking the inside of Debbie's inner thigh maybe an inch from her sex. "looks good!"
Feeling that gentle hand brush so close to her, while her friend told her how nice her pussy looked and the others drew their attention to it made Debbie's blood pound. She could hear her heart, and feel the pounding behind her eyes.
She was aroused in a stupor, excitedly anticipating walking around, being admired in her costume, as her friends dressed her like she were a doll. She didn't notice the suit was so high cut, with a thong back. She didn't notice how tight it was on her, or how low cut and exposed on the sides the top was. And she didn't notice how it was unlike a bathing suit in an important way - it was a much more shear material, and it had not liner. Stretched across her big, full chest the red color became more like a translucent pink, and her nipples were not only visible, but looked almost bare, like the costume was really painted on her.
And on her pussy, it was even more pronounced. Pulled high and tight against her plump, soaked lips the suit molded in and around her. You could see how wet she was, and if you looked hard enough you'd see each curve and dip, and you'd see her throb between her beautiful thighs.
Whether her friends were in a rush, or were more interested in things other than Debbie's cunt, they didn't say anything. They knew her nipples were very visible, but that was just sexy, maybe a little more daring than normal. They had no idea how she'd be noticed.
She was very noticed. In whispers and stares, followed by a steady stream of pictures instantly uploaded across the Internet, her sexy costume, her gorgeous shapely thighs and big breasts with very hard nipples were noted, along with those of a lot of other cosplayers. What made her stand apart and become something of an unwilling Internet celebrity was her fat, wet pussy on display through soaked, thin, strained material.
Somehow she didn't notice. Maybe it was the continual arousal she felt at being stared at. She didn't know what her pussy looked like right now, but she enjoyed feeling so many eyes on it. She let men oggle her barely covered breasts and nipples. She shifted her cape and bent her leg to show off more of her big, firm, thonged butt. She was getting really aroused by all the attention. At one point when she went to the bathroom, somehow still not noticing what her crotch looked like, she did loudly slap her own pussy, trying to calm it down. What a discovery. That definitely only made it worse.
It was only that night when they got back to their shared room and she saw what people said about her numerous pictures on the Internet that she noticed how visible her swollen pussy had been. Her heart flew into her throat. Her eyes barely blinked as she read the comments, her fingers trembling. Slowly her heart moved back to her chest, and the tension in her body only grew, but no longer from panic and worry of being humiliated. The comments weren't insulting and cruel. They were from people who were amazed by her and dazzled. They were lewd, they were obscene, but they couldn't take their eyes off of her. They openly discussed wanting her, and masturbating to images of her.
Debbie finally tore herself from the computer to head to the bathroom. In the well lit bathroom she let her rob drop, and she looked at herself in the reflection of the wall mirror. She stroked her hands down her body, but her eyes were fixed on her pussy. She tickled herself with gentle backhand strokes, only her fingernails sliding down her spasming stomach. Then, almost surprising herself, she spanked her pussy, like she had earlier. Her eyes watered as her pussy throbbed in response. She thought her clit would swell up so much it would hang like a cock.
Debbie spread her fat pussy open with her left hand and vigorously fingered her wet hole with her right hand, one finger going to two, then three. Her smell filled the room, her stiffled moans making their way under and through the closed door to where her friends were watching TV and drinking and talking. Her thumb worked her clit while three fingers sloshed in and out, deeper and deeper in her. Her knees buckled as she pictured her admirers watching her ass, her tits and crotch, stroking their cocks. She melted to the floor, quietly sobbing from the overwhelming sensations of pleasure from her fingers and the thoughts of her admirers.
"Debbie?" Theresa asked, knocking gently on the door. Theresa had made her costume. While Debbie had been in the bathroom Theresa had looked at her computer, and saw what Debbie had been looking at. She felt horrible at having made her friend an unwitting sex model. But while she had learned of what she had done to her friend while she looked at her computer, she had also become incredibly aroused. Debbie had been really hot, and reading the obscene fantasies Debbie had generated in the oversexed minds of those who saw her in the costume Theresa made turned on Theresa like crazy. She shook her head, trying to shake off how hot she was feeling, trying to think of Debbie and how she felt. It was then that she heard Debbie whimpering.
Debbie was trembling, so over stimulated she didn't notice Theresa's gentle knocking. Theresa opened the door quietly and came up to Debbie, crouching down. "Oh honey," Theresa said, feeling more confused than ever. Debbie was crying, probably from the humiliation of what she had done in making the costume for her. At the same time, Theresa couldn't deny she was more turned on than ever, knowing what she had done to Debbie and seeing her there naked.
Theresa helped Debbie fasten her robe around her, bringing her to her feet. "Come on," Theresa said. "Let's get to bed."
The girls were sleeping two to a bed. Theresa led Debbie to the far bed and they got under the covers. When the other girls saw how upset Debbie was they decided to not bother her with their laughing and drinking, and they headed out to look for others partying, shutting off the lights as they left.
Debbie started calming down to the point that she could think and speak as she lay there with Theresa, who held her close, comforting her. Theresa's sense of guilt at what she had done to Debbie faded as she became more aroused, what had been intended as comforting to her friend was becoming seduction.
"You'll be more comfortable if we take this off," Theresa said, undoing the belt of Debbie's robe. Debbie moved her arms to her sides, spreading her legs, lifting her butt off the bed to allow Theresa to open the robe wide. Theresa's hand softly floated across Debbie's quivering stomach, and Debbie reached out to hold Theresa's arm, holding it in a way Theresa knew was meant to encourage her.
"That does feel good," Debbie said, replying what Theresa said about taking her robe off, but also telling Theresa she liked how she was touching her.
Theresa's floating touch fluttered up, touching Debbie's side, then up around the underside of Debbie's breast, swirling around her breast and then flipping her nipple. Debbie gasped, obviously from arousal, not shock. They no longer needed to pretend how they were feeling or what they were doing.
Theresa bent her body over achingly slowly, her hair falling on Debbie's stomach, and tickling her as Theresa moved her head up to Debbie's breast. The tickling sensation was made insignificant by the sensation of Theresa's breath blowing on Debbie's breasts and between them, and then the feeling of Theresas flickering tongue.
She licked her tits, between, underneath, flicking back and forth against her nipples now becoming obscene, not quietly sensual as she moaned at how delicious it was to lick her friends tits.
Debbie reached out to hold Theresa's head in place, hoping this insanity generating sensation wouldn't stop. Theresa's hand floated and glided and lightly touched down Debbie's stomach again, now shifting over Debbie's hip and down her thigh. Debbie spread her legs, begging Theresa with her body to take her. Theresa's hand responded, winding back up her thigh, now inside, now just on the outside of her swollen lips.
Debbie gasped at the sensation so near her pussy, now on her stomach, only to feel those fingers move down again, and now play with her pussy. The pleasure from Theresa's quick moving, now light, now hard fingers, tickling her lips, then her clit, was making her body feel electrified, like she was floating off the bed, and desperately trying to grab a hold before her body flew off the bed she grabbed Theresa, then leaned over, seeing Theresa's eyes reflecting in the dim light, and she kissed her.
Their tongues lashed, their heavy breathing mixing, and Theresa assaulted Debbie's pussy, her fingers soaked. The sound of Debbie's squishing pussy was loud, even over the sound of their breathing and moaning. Theresa reached around with her other hand and squeezed Debbie's big, firm butt. Debbie lay on her side, bending the leg she wasn't laying on and putting her foot on the bed to keep access to her pussy open to her lover, who now slid her whole hand back and forth, up and down, side to side on Debbie's pussy.
Theresa pushed Debbie back on her back, kissing her hard, driving her tongue deep into her mouth, pushing against her exposed breasts. Her hands moved held Debbie's hips firmly, then kissed her way down Debbie's body. Debbie held Theresa's head, guiding it, making it move faster down farther as she spread her legs and lifted her butt off the bed.
Before long Theresa was between Debbie's legs, which lifted and went over Theresa's shoulders, grinding herself against Theresa's face. Theresa sucked and slurped, amazed at Debbie's plump, smooth lips, and how much she loved milking girl pleasure with her own mouth. Debbie bucked, moaning, stroking Theresa's head, trying to encourage her. Theresa sucked and licked, moving her head wildly all over the gorgeous, wet cunt being controlled by her mouth. She held Debbie's legs under her knees, keeping her legs up and apart.
Theresa finally released Debbie, moving up and kissing her on the mouth, letting Debbie taste herself on her friends lips. Exhausted from a day of stimulation and a night of orgasms, she fell asleep in the arms of her friend, who hadn't been touched at all, yet felt deeply satisfied.
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Debbie was sitting in Paula's living room trembling with excitement, squeezing her thighs together. She wore black leggings and a tight, short, sleeveless top, all meant to show off her body. Paula came in smiling, her incredible figure almost busting out of what would have been the modest jeans and tshirt she wore. She had a camera with her that she set down while she sat down to talk with Debbie.
"Thanks so much for coming, Debbie," Paula said, putting her hand on Debbie's knee. Paula had a good feeling about Debbie already, based on how excited she'd been to come, how she was dressed and her mood.
"Let me tell you about what we're doing," Paula started. "I decided to start a company to focus on making full size undergarments. Let me clarify that to make sure you know what I mean. I'm not taking about bigger waist sizes."
Debbie looked confused.
"For women this means bras for those of us with thick, hard nipples, and panties for those of us with prominent, swollen lips."
Debbie understood now and gulped.
Paula stood up. "Let me know if you're still interested and you think you'll be a good fit."
"Oh...oh yes," Debbie said.
"Great," Paula said. "We also make underwear for men."
Debbie looked confused.
"Well, not all men fit in their underwear very well, either. You'll see when the other model comes in," Paula said.
"The other model...is a man?" Debbie asked?
Tom walked in as if on queue. He was wearing a robe. "I changed into the robe like you asked, Paula," he said as he came in. "Oh, hello, I'm Tom," He said, extending a hand to Debbie.
"Hi," she said warmly, taking his hand. Any trepidation she had been feeling was melting away. She had a good feeling about modeling with Tom.
"That's great, Tom," Paula said. "You can take off the robe so you're just in the underwear we put out for you. And Debbie, you can strip down to your panties. We just want to get some shots that will show what full sized people look like in normal panties and underwear."
If Debbie had any lingering doubts about what full sized meant they were clarified as Tom quickly took off his robe and she saw the one part of his muscled body that wasn't bare. His underwear strained to contain the thick, long cock held bent against his body. The sight of him like this pushed Debbie to move faster, and she didn't hesitate to take off her bra and shake her big breasts and hard, dark nipples free in front of Tom. As she got her leggings off Paula smiled and nodded in appreciation.
"You look just right for this, Debbie," she said. "I can see through those nice tight, shear panties that you have one of the biggest, puffiest pussies I've ever seen."
"Ha... thanks," she said, pulling her panties tighter against her and shifting. Her eyes were focused on Tom's crotch, and the cock barely covered seemed to be awakening, and shifting.
"We want to have you two be as plump in the crotch as possible," Paula said, "but we don't want you to have a big boner, Tom," she said non chalantly. "Debbie, your pussy is probably puffy enough. Normally what I'd suggest is you both take off what you're wearing and suck eachother off, but if you'd prefer, Debbie, I can suck Tom off."
Debbie's eyes bulged as her pussy throbbed. "No, I'll do it," she said.
"Great," Paula said.
Tom needed no more instruction. He reached into his boxer briefs and pulled his cock out before pulling the briefs down and off himself. His heavy cock swung slightly and stretched with it's new freedom and his expectation of pleasure at the hands of this puffy lipped beauty.
Debbie looked stunned and amazed at what was happening, and the site of Tom's long, thick cock. He came up to her, smiling harmlessly. "Can I help you with these?" he asked, hooking his thumbs under her panties at her hips. She nodded weakly, and he peeled her damp panties down and off of her, the crotch sucking from her like a boot caught in mud.
Tom took Debbie's hand and walked the stunned, aroused, naked woman over to the the padded bench on the other side of the room. He spread his legs around it and lay down on his back, then smiled and pulled her toward him, moving his hands to hold her hips. She trembled, staring at his huge erect cock, moving as he she knew he was guiding her to. Her leg swung over his head, and she slowly lowered her soaked, fat lipped pussy down onto his face. He took hold of her ass in his hands, caressing and squeezing it, arousing her more, and preventing her from freeing her cunt from the oral pleasures it was receiving.
She lowered her face, wanting the huge cock before her, but incredulous that she could take it. She took hold of it with her hands, stroking it's length, now licking around the head. The taste was incredible. She licked her lips and pushed his cock head into her mouth, the strain of it's width against her mouth making a pop as it finally made it's way in. Tom groaned at the sensation, and Debbie forced as much as she could take, bringing tears to her eyes.
Her thighs squirmed and she humped Tom's face as his tongue and lips sucked around and between her smooth, plump lips. When he found her clit, sucking it and licking it noisily Debbie started pumping her head up and down on Tom's cock frenetically, pumping it with both hands lubricated by her saliva. She reached down and palmed his huge balls, now moving her mouth down to lick and suck them. The smell and taste of his musk was intoxicating. Both her hands pumped his cock from base to tip, swirling around his head to the aroused groans of Tom.
Tom sucked Debbie's clit, the lips of her pussy sandwiching him. It swelled as she contorted over him, the sweat dripping off of her back. Feeling a tremendous stream of pleasure like she'd never felt before, Debbie forced Tom's even fatter cock down until it started choking her. Her eyes watered as she pushed the cock deeper, the sensation of Tom's thick pole more pleasurable than painful as it forced it's way into her. Her sweaty ass shook uncontrollably as she came hard against Tom's mouth. Tom's fingers went between her ass cheeks, now fingering her asshole, eliciting groans.
Soaked wet from Debbie's sweat and cum Tom's finger easily slid just slightly into Debbie's asshole. He held her where he wanted to with it, forcing unbearable pleasure on her. Her head bobbed fast on him, her hands moving the length of his cock, her hair failing down to tickle his crotch. One of Tom's hands moved down to hold the back of Debbie's head as the pressure built. His balls went tight, his body lifting them both up, and his cum spurting hard from him into Debbie's throat. She moaned, sucking hard and nosily. The load of cum was too hard for her to suck down completely, and gobs of it slid down Toms' cock, mixing in his pubic hair with Debbie's saliva.
Tom slipped his finger from Debbie's ass hole, and she moved off of him, standing on shaky legs. Tom's face was coated in a sheen of cum. Debbie smiled meekly, sitting on the floor to keep from falling over.
Paula walked over from where she had been sitting, watching. She got to her knees by the still lying down Tom, and cleaned his cock, crotch and balls. Debbie watched wide eyed. Paula moaned in satisfaction, and then started pumping Tom's cock, which amazingly got hard again, barely having deflated at all.
The plentiful load of cum that Debbie had taken down her throat warmed her somehow. Her tits seemed strained, her nipples achingly hard. Now her pussy throbbed again, possibly even more, and her lubricated and toyed with asshole squirmed. She wanted that cock again, this time in her pussy. And she didn't mind what Paula was doing. Somehow, it seemed right.