Sandra gave a final sigh of transcendent bliss and slumped unconscious against him. Jim was stunned that he apparently had the power to fuck girls until they actually fainted.
He withdrew, his cock slapping back against his abdomen, and looked around, suddenly struck by guilt. He had just pumped one girl full of semen, and the other girl had gigantic lactating breasts -- and he had no idea how to help either of them. All he could think of to do at that moment was to beat a hasty exit.
He felt a bit disoriented, for this evidently was not his house. So Sarah had actually taken him back to her own place? That was a definite dating first for Jim.
Jim found the bathroom. The first thing that alarmed him was the full-length mirror on the back of the door, showing his stubborn erection. Dear God, he had actually been able to fit that thing inside Sandra's body?
Next, he noticed his body. It was in miraculously great shape, not at all his usual pudgy old self.
Next, he looked up at his neck -- and that was when it all came rushing back to him.
A great-uncle Jim had barely heard of before had died, and had unaccountably willed him a box. The box contained a bluish-silver chain carrying a gold amulet. As near as Jim could make out, the amulet was a basic Egyptian ankh, but a little more, for the three points of its cross were capped with arrowheads. Just yesterday Jim had decided to wear it, just for the hell of it -- and while he was tapping away on his computer on a lonely little table in the coffee house just around the corner from his place, a lovely and bosomy stranger walked right up to him. She introduced herself as Sarah, they made a few minutes of small talk, and then Sarah asked if he'd like to come with her back to her place. It was too irresistible a stroke of good luck to pass up, so Jim said Yes.
Once they were at Sarah's place, Sarah noticed the amulet.
"It's like it ought to be Venus, but it's super-Mars instead."
"What?" Jim was feeling perhaps a little too enchanted by Sarah's breasts.
"I've always thought that there was a strong resemblance between the ankh and the symbol of Venus. But with those arrows, it's as if Venus has been turned into a kind of triple Mars."
Jim's memory turned into a blur of kissing and stripping and screwing right after that. Jim liked to think that he was a scientific fellow, but there was no getting around the fact that this amulet had been present during events which Jim could not account for by any science he knew.
But first things first. "Okay, boy -- back down." Yet his cock was not budging. Jim gave it a few pulls, but it looked like it wasn't coming back down any time soon.
Still, at least he could reduce the apparent threat. He removed the amulet.
Jim showered quickly, then hunted for his clothes. Evidently he and Sarah had indulged in a long slow strip involving a few rooms. As he hunted around naked, he enjoyed the sunlight from the open windows and the breeze causing the curtains to billow. At last he gathered all his clothes in a hallway and got dressed quickly. It was a bit awkward, because he was still so hard. Luckily, his clothes were much baggier ever since he had magically (for there was no other way to immediately account for it) lost so much weight, so he hoped no one would check him out too closely. He checked his watch, keys, and wallet and stuck the amulet in his shirt pocket.
Jim wasn't sure where he was, not even which neighborhood this was, but he was mainly propelled by an uneasy sense of guilt to first get the hell away from the two sleeping beauties. He went to the front door -- just as there was a tapping at it.
He figured he'd be better off trying to deal with it, so he opened it. "Hello?"
Two women stood on the porch. They were in their mid-thirties and looked mighty fine. One was lanky and blonde, the other cute and short with black curls.
"Good morning," said the blonde. "I'm Mrs. McCall, and this is my friend, Mrs. Maxwell. Is there any kind of a problem here? We thought we heard screaming earlier."
"Oh!" Jim nearly blushed. "That was just ... fun. Nothing bad happened. That was just ... fun, that's all."
"You don't live here," Mrs. Maxwell noted.
"Ah, that's right, I don't. I'm a friend of Sarah's."
"You seem very anxious," said Mrs. McCall.
"Yes, well, I just realized I need to get somewhere real fast, but I'm not even sure where I am, so I guess I'll have to grab a bus or something."
"Couldn't Sarah drive you?" Mrs. Maxwell wondered.
"Ohh, she's sleeping right now." I hope!
"I'd be happy to take you wherever you need to go," offered Mrs. McCall.
"That would be great! Thanks!"
"But first, we really do need to talk for just a minute. Why not come over with us?"
Jim hesitated only a second. He wanted to travel much farther much sooner -- but at least this got him out of the house. "Sure!"
Mrs. McCall and Mrs. Maxwell were evidently enjoying juice, coffee, and little more than bagels and muffins. Jim accepted juice.
Mrs. McCall began. "How many girlfriends do you have?"
Jim was a little surprised, but kept his cool. "Oh ... a couple."
"Really?" Mrs. Maxwell's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Only a couple?"
"Yes, only a couple. Why?"
"Mrs. Maxwell and I saw something this morning. We were coming out of our bathroom, when we looked out our window and saw you standing stark naked. We watched as you put your clothes on."
"Oh, no. Listen ... I'm so sorry to have offended you two. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't noticing anything, like the windows, I just wanted to wash up and get dressed and -- "
"You can relax," assured Mrs. Maxwell. "We weren't offended."
"The girlfriends you have," Mrs. McCall pressed on. "Are they young?"
"Well ... yeah. I mean, I'm a young guy ... that sort of goes with the territory."
"Mrs. McCall and I couldn't help but notice the size of your penis."
"That's right," Mrs. McCall took up, caring not at all about how embarrassed Jim suddenly felt. "Mrs. Maxwell and I got to talking and we decided that it may be a mistake for a man with a penis as large as yours to have only young girlfriends. It's different being older. Isn't it, Mrs. Maxwell?"
"That's right, Mrs. McCall. I've had two daughters."
"And I've had three daughters. Childbirth changes everything. We believe you might be much better off having girlfriends who are older women."
"That's ... quite a suggestion," Tim had to admit.
"Would you consider an older woman for a girlfriend?" Mrs. Maxwell wondered.
"Sure!"
"Do you find Mrs. Maxwell and myself to be sexually attractive to you?"
"Hell, yes," Jim answered, priding himself on at least saying so softly.
"Then can Mrs. McCall and I be girlfriends of yours?"
Jim began to feel relieved. "I don't see why not."
"Then it's settled." Mrs. McCall rose to her feet, then went to Jim and rubbed a hand over his shoulder. Mrs. Maxwell came over to rub the other shoulder. Then the women began to slowly open Jim's shirt.
"Maybe not right this minute -- " Jim hedged.
"Oh my," Mrs. McCall sighed as she opened Jim's shirt down past his bloated glans thrusting straight up. "Our young guest certainly does have a problem,, doesn't he, Mrs. Maxwell?"
"Oh, yes, he does, and it is such a very, very big problem, Mrs. McCall!" Mrs. Maxwell sighed.
At last Jim had to wonder about two alleged friends calling each other "Mrs. McCall" and "Mrs. Maxwell." It was almost as if he had stumbled into some roleplaying game.
"We would scarcely be good houseguests -- and good girlfriends -- if we permitted you to leave without addressing your problem." Mrs. McCall began to unbutton her blouse.
"Oh, no, now, hey, wait!" Jim began.
But as both women undressed, Jim forgot about finishing. It became apparent that Mrs. Maxwell had very large breasts, and Jim had been checking out Mrs. McCall's profile from the second he saw her. Now topless, the two fine women converged upon him, each one planting a hand on his exposed throbbing shaft.
"Mmm, it's a big problem -- a very, very, very big problem!" mused Mrs. McCall.
It finally occurred to Jim that he had not even introduced himself -- but perhaps that could wait, till much later.
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