“Yes,” she snickered. “About twenty times now. But it was your idea.”
I snorted, then sat back on the counter in Aspen’s bathroom.
“Okay,” she grinned excitedly, looking at the thermometer in the water. “It’s ready.”
I crossed my arms over my chest.
“My cock needs inspiration,” I said. “And it’s only fair.”
“What’s only fair?” She sounded confused, leaning back to look at me, taking a swig from her bottle of wine while she did.
“I’m practically naked, and I will be in a few minutes. The least you could do is take your clothes off, too,” I challenged.
I wasn’t sure she was going to do it, but when she sat the bottle down onto the counter with a loud clunk, punctuating that sound by whipping off her shirt, I nearly swallowed my tongue.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, meaning her perfectly formed, juicy breasts spilled out of her shirt, bouncing and swaying as she waited for my reaction.
My cock reacted instantaneously, rising up after nearly a year-long slumber.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “You should definitely put it back on.”
I was nodding. Definitely. She needed to put it back on. Now!
If she didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
I’d fuck her, and she’d let me.
It was as simple as that.
She gave me a knowing smile, glanced down at my cock, and then back to the water she’d just said came to the correct temperature.
“What does it say now?” She asked, indicating the directions I had in my hand.
“Pour the molding powder in,” I told her.
She picked up the scissors, cut the bag open carefully, then poured it inside.
“Here,” I said, handing her the spatula.
She took it with a small smile and started to stir.
I glanced down at the time on my watch, then back to her.
The movement of her arms as she stirred the pot had her tits swinging this way and that, brushing against her arm as she moved.
I stared studiously at my watch, staring hard until the thirty seconds were up.
“Okay,” I said.
She stopped and waited for me to instruct her on her next step.
“Now pour it in the tube,” I told her, reaching for the waistband of my underwear.
My cock popped free, and she faltered, staring in slack jawed surprise at my cock.
“Pour,” I ordered. “Or it’ll be too late.”
She jumped like I’d pinched her and started pouring the mixture into the tube while looking back and forth between what she had in her hands and what I had in mine.
I stroked my cock while she watched, and I nearly came right then and there when she moaned as the bowl she was holding grazed the tip of her distended nipple, causing her body to jerk.
My hand reached out, almost as if it had a will of its own, and brushed the other neglected nipple.
Just a simple stroke of the backs of my fingers down the very tip of her breast.
By now, my cock was as hard as it’d ever been, and I was thinking that it might not ever return to normal, not with the way she was biting her lip and looking at me through hooded eyes.
I was seriously thinking there might actually be stretch marks along my cock come morning. I wasn’t kidding about the fact that it was bigger.
As if it wasn’t already big enough.
“Okay,” she said, glancing down at my cock again. “Will it even fit in this tube?”
I shrugged.
I had no fucking clue.
We’d forgotten to measure the tube against my cock like the directions had said to do beforehand. I had no idea if it’d fit or not.
“I’m trying to figure out how to get it in there without spilling it. Do I, like, dunk it like a tea bag or something?” I asked, pointing at it, then at my cock.
“The YouTube videos I was able to find weren’t very helpful. All they used were dildos, not actual cocks,” she clarified.
I nodded, then got up, letting my underwear drop all the way to the ground as I did.
“Give it to me,” I ordered, holding out my hand. “I’ll try to lean over on the counter and point it down.”
“No,” she said. “You lean down on both elbows over the counter, and I’ll get down here and…guide it in.”
So that was how I ended up with a hot, sweaty girl, her hands covered in white penis molding goo, at my feet with her hands on my dick.
I leaned over the counter, letting my cock hang heavily between my legs as I stared at her.
My raging hard-on started to throb to the beat of my heart, and she watched it intently as she reached for it.
I closed my eyes, unable to take the torture any longer.
And just when I was about to call the whole thing off, I opened my eyes to see her only millimeters from my cock.
She bit her lip, reaching forward to take my dick, and hesitantly pumped it twice, running her thumb over the tip before she inhaled deeply.
“They say sometimes it’s better to use a cock ring,” she whispered.
“Oh,” I drawled. “I won’t need a cock ring.”
She looked up at me, then licked her fucking lips again.
“Do it,” I growled through gritted teeth, my balls drawing up as she gave me one final pump, then guided my cock into the liquid goo.
As my cock slid into the tube, the white goop spilled over the sides onto the white tile floor of Aspen’s bathroom.
It was such a weird sensation, almost like I’d dipped my dick into warm, partially set Jell-O. I don’t know what to compare it to since my dick hadn’t been dipped into anything other than a pussy, a mouth or a fist.
“I’ve got to say,” I licked my lips, somewhat freaked out. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt.”
She helped guide my heavy cock down until the tip of the bottle touched my pubic bone.
“God,” she said. “You’re touching the bottom, aren’t you?”
I snorted, causing her to smack my bare ass. “Don’t move!”
I didn’t move.
Not for four long minutes as she slowly moved her hand up and down my backside.
I don’t even think she realized she was doing it, either. I think she was just absently trying to offer me her support.
Or, at least, that’s what I told myself.
Surely, she wasn’t purposefully getting that close to my balls each time she swept her hands over and around me.
Two hundred and forty seconds later I choked out, “Time!”
My voice sounded like it’d been put through a shredder with how strangled it sounded coming out.
She pulled the casting off my cock so slowly, my eyes crossed at the suction.
And then I lost it.
The moment she had it off me and sitting on the counter, I reared up, grabbed the soap off the side of the counter, and furiously rubbed my cock and pubic hair with the soap.
Then I rinsed it off, making a mess of the floor and the counter in the process.
Once every smear of white goo was off my cock and pubes, I reached for Aspen and yanked her to me.
She hit my body hard, her gasp being captured by my mouth as I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
Somewhere in our fumbling she lost her pants and panties, and I growled in approval.
“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped between kisses, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my hips.
Her ankle monitor dug into my ass cheek, but I didn’t give a shit as I took her mouth with mine.
“You taste so good,” I said, pulling back to look at her face.
She undulated her hips, rocking up and down, back and forth, letting the length of my cock become saturated in her juices.
“Condom,” I moaned. “You got any in here?” I asked, placing my hand on the medicine cabinet currently ho
lding her head up.
She shook her head.
“No,” she moaned, licking her lips. “But I have some in that box in the living room.”
I stepped back and she held on, wrapping her arms around me tight.
I held her by her ass as we walked out to the living room, my whole body shivering once the cool air of the rest of the house finally made itself known.
The living room, however, was nice and warm as I dropped down to my knees in front of the fire.
She let me go as she turned onto her side and reached into the box to pull out a few items.
Condoms.
Three different kinds.
Glow in the dark.
Flavored.
And ribbed.
“Which one?” She fumbled with the boxes.
“Who gives a fuck?” I held out my hand for one.
She rolled over onto her belly as she reached further into the box, coming up with a smaller box in her hand.
When she went to push up onto her hands and knees, I pushed her shoulders down.
“Stay down,” I ordered, smacking her ass when she tried to rear up.
She complied, looking at me quickly as she ripped open the box.
Pulling a strip of squares out of the box, she tore one off and handed it back to me.
The rest of box’s contents were littering the area and making it look like a fuckin’ orgy was about to commence.
“Glow in the dark,” she gasped, pushing her butt back against me as I ripped into the condom’s wrapper, positioned it at the tip of my cock, and rolled the thing down my length.
Well…most of it, anyway.
There was still a good two inches left at the bottom of the condom.
“Did you buy the smallest size they had?” I asked her, reaching forward to grab her ass.
“No,” she denied. “And I didn’t buy them. They sent samples in exchange for an honest review.”
My hands squeezed the supple flesh of her ass, massaging and kneading it as I tried to gain some semblance of control.
“Make sure you tell them that they’re too small.” I mumbled, touching the very tip of my now fluorescent green and glowing cock to her entrance.
“Too small, got it,” she moaned, dropping her head and swaying her hips enticingly in my direction. “Normal sized people. Need bigger ones for your Incredible Hulk cock.”
I made a low noise in the back of my throat in answer to that.
“Can you take a picture?” She asked.
I licked my lips.
Now, had I been completely sober, I would never had done something so crazy.
But I wasn’t sober.
I was on my umpteenth beer, and who knows which glass of wine since we hadn’t been using glasses.
A thump against my leg had me looking down to see her phone had dropped onto my foot, meaning I did what any irresponsible adult would do.
I took a fucking picture.
Of my green, glowing Incredible Hulk lightsaber dick.
Then I dropped the phone and lined my cock up with her entrance, slowly easing myself inside.
Thank fuck I went slow, too.
My eyes rolled back in my head at the feeling of how goddamned tight she was.
“Holy fucking hell,” I squeezed out through a wheeze.
“Oh, my God!” She scrambled to her elbows. “I lied! I can’t take it!”
I stilled her hips when she went to pull away.
“The wine made me courageous!” She cried, wiggling and making what little amount of cock I had in her scream in pleasure. “My vagina changed its mind!”
“Stay still,” I said urgently. “Oh, fuck me you’re so tight. Stay still!”
She wiggled and pushed, pulled and wiggled…and I kind of lost it.
But she kind of did, too.
I tried to pull back from her to sit on my heels. But she followed me, pushing down and, impaling herself almost fully onto my cock before she realized what she’d done.
I did the rest, pulling her to me until her back rested against my chest.
She let out a yelp that echoed through the living room.
“I can practically feel it in my throat,” she moaned, her inner muscles working my cock as she adjusted to me.
“You have to stay still,” I pleaded through clenched teeth, my eyes squeezed shut. “Please.”
She growled and started circling her hips.
“It feels better now,” she told me. “I can take you. I wasn’t so sure I could.”
I growled.
“You’re fucking nuts,” I swallowed, lifting her up by her hips and pulling her back down.
She moved with me, even going as far as shifting her legs to a squatting position giving me almost full control.
I pushed her up and pulled her down, causing her head to fall back and her long hair to brush my groin.
“My vagina and face are getting hot,” she gasped. “I can’t tell if it’s because of the fireplace being right there, or because I’m so close to coming.”
I chuckled against her throat, circling my arm around her hips to keep moving her up and down when she started to slow.
The other arm went to her pussy, my hands sliding down to cup where we were joined.
“Maybe a little of both,” I told her, feeling how hot she felt.
I slowly started to move backwards on my knees, stopping when we hit the couch.
In an impressive show of strength considering my level of intoxication, I stood, holding her tight around her ribs, as well as continuing to cup her pussy.
My fingers split, going around the girth of my cock where it speared her entrance, resting along the soft, fleshy lips of her sex.
She whimpered at the sudden move, which took her feet completely from the ground.
She had no control whatsoever, then. I supported all of her weight, and she latched onto my forearms with her hands as the walls of her pussy gripped my dick. Her pussy was clenching around me so furiously, that I wasn’t sure if I would ever get blood flow back in my dick.
“My feet aren’t touching!” She gasped wildly. “Oh, holy shit.”
I chuckled darkly, falling back onto the couch, which was as far as I was willing to go.
I didn’t want to hurt her, which I might inadvertently do if I wasn’t careful.
This being our first time, I sure as hell didn’t want to mess up something that I knew I’d want to be inside of as much as I possibly could.
There was no way that I’d ever get enough of her pretty pussy.
Not when it felt this good.
“Yesssss,” she hissed, her knees pressing into the couch cushions as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on my knees as she started to bounce up and down.
I leaned back, my hands gripping the back of the couch while she started to go to town, using my cock and me as she worked herself into a frenzy all on her own.
I looked down, watching as the fireplace gave me just enough light to see that she was taking about three quarters of me inside of her with each downward thrust. Not to mention my dick still glowed.
I resisted the urge to grab her hips and slam her down all the way, worried that she was taking only what was comfortable for her.
But I must’ve thrust up a little more than I’d intended because she moaned, then started to slam herself down completely, her bottom resting against my legs before she moved back up my length.
I closed my eyes, pure bliss bubbling hotly through my veins as I started to count in my head.
I’d gotten up to three hundred before her pussy started to ripple.
I was at three fifty when she cried out her release, calling my name loudly as she did.
“Drew!” She screamed. “God, yes!”
I grabbed her hips then, unable to help myself as I pulled her down and thrust up simultaneously.
My growl filled the air as I came, long hard jets
of semen leaving the end of my cock like a rifle shot.
My soul was nearly ripped out of my cock when her pussy clenched one last time, pulling the last dregs of my release with it.
“Jesus,” she whispered, leaning back against me.
I absentmindedly ran my hands in a slow pattern, up and down, until our breathing returned to normal.
What didn’t return to normal, though, was my cock.
“You’re still hard,” she whispered. “I thought older guys were supposed to have a problem getting it up.”
I leaned forward and bit the back of her shoulder.
“I’ll show you old,” I said, pulling her off my cock, pulling off the too small condom, and tossing it onto the floor before I reached for the strip of condoms on the floor with my foot.
“This time you put it on,” I ordered, pushing her forward.
She leaned forward, giving me a perfect view of her glistening, pink pussy, and I couldn’t resist the urge to insert my finger where my cock had just been.
She was still tight, even after I’d taken her as hard as I did.
She gasped at the move, stilling as I worked my finger in and out, noticing how easily I slipped into her channel.
“You are so wet for me,” I grated. “You want my cock back?”
She grunted in answer, drawing a smile from my lips.
“That a yes, baby?” I asked her.
Her pussy clenched on my finger.
I pulled it out, then immediately replaced it with two.
Her body fell back to the ground, her hands the only thing supporting her as I used my two fingers to fuck her.
Then two became three as I started to rub the head of my cock against her clit.
We were rocking in a nice little dance when she tossed the strip of condoms backwards over her shoulder, then went back to her hands.
“Please,” she whimpered.
I took the condoms and ripped one off with my teeth and tore it open.
I withdrew my fingers from her to roll the condom on, this one red and even tighter than the one before.
I pulled her up off the floor, her hair falling back in a wavy sheet down her back as she let me move her where I wanted her.
My cock got pinned in between her body and mine as I stood once again, this time walking to the arm of the couch and turning her around to face me.
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