“Mmm… Long hair… You dirty girl…”
Charles was mumbling in his sleep again. A little drool dabbled upon the collar of his elephant grey pyjamas as he rolled over once more on his side of this king-sized mattress. The alarm clock staring at his nose shifted to an even ‘6:30’ and started its schedule crow, a most grating beep.
“Snnnnwaaakkkkk.” A snort escaped from his lips, eyes still closed but slamming his night table over and over again, knocking over a mouth-guard case, a Costco container of moisturiser and two copies of G.Q. to the floor before he finally managed to hit the snooze button. Just five more minutes in dream land, was that too much to ask?
His eyes slowly opened to the dark interior which was his marital bedroom, light barely peaking in those white blinds to trickle upon that puffy beige carpeting which he hated so. What was he just dreaming about? Something with Mary, he believed, but something was different about her. As he sat himself up from those violet bedsheets dotted with flower designs, his dry morning-breath tongue stuck out as he rested his back on the headboard.
It was Mary in his dream alright, his sweetie of a wife who was a whore in the sack. After all, what else would happen in a marriage with a stud like himself and a hottie like her? Her body was as tight as they come and petite in all the places that matter. Her eye-level was at his chest, those arms, though fit enough for the slightest of biceps, were slight and delicate, that tummy was as flat as a pan with a waist she used to do corset training with. And where she wasn’t petite, she flowed into his hungry hands. Those hips were made for baby-making (when they were ready), and when he slapped that fit butt, it jiggled just enough before resting in that perfect tanned perma-bubble-shape.
And tits!
He’d known and had bigger in the past, sure, but a perky pair of 34-D on a woman that compact and they were just tantalizing at any angle. Nothing was better than after having a long day, or even a good day, coming from behind to cup and knead those good home-grown American hooters, licking her ear until she begged him to stick it in her with stomping feet. He’d throw that tiny body to the bed with ease, take off, or sometimes rip, whatever was obscuring those tasty twins that day and go to town. Licking, sucking, pinching those erect peaks while she’d gasp with squirming legs. It was great.
It had been great.
Honestly, and it pained Charles to even admit this to himself, they hadn’t exactly been intimate in a while, and he really didn’t know why. It was like their ‘arousal schedule’, or however one could refer to it, was off base, Charles a little too tired in the evening to summon the energy for a proper fuck, and his blonde little wife too busy until the late afternoon to even start thinking about getting down and dirty. Was the honeymoon period over? No time for sex except when scheduled?
Either way, this was why it didn’t surprise him when he was looking down to see his manhood greeting him quite perky, all five inches of purple plum wiggling through the hole of his pyjama bottoms. He dreamt about fucking her again, just like they used to, but lately the dreams were getting steadily kinkier, more vivid. There was no doubt they went right to bed after the games night at Jeff and Dorthy, but he had clear mental images of his wife throwing him to the bed, licking at his nipples before travelling down his cross-fit-earned abs to lick at his dick. Except she had one little difference in this dream.
Long hair! At first, it just looked like she was due for a day at the hair-dresser before it started to tickle her shoulders. She thrashed it around like an animal, Charles swearing he felt their disgustingly long tips tickle his chest as they grew longer and voluminous. Before long, it was reaching all the way down to her bum! What strange vulgarity! Sure, it sparkled so shiny, almost like strings of gold, but he still gripped it roughly and used it as a naughty bit of reigns as he forced her to take it up the ass with gusto.
A quick glance to his right saw his wife’s face planted firmly into her purple pillow, snore still ringing and blonde hair still barely a whisp below her earlobes. Thankfully, she could sleep through the alarm and his anxious ponderous mood no problem, the only time she was more like a gasping manatee rather than a gorgeous mermaid singing a siren’s song. He shook his head. Her short, crisp, neat blonde hair was exactly as it should be, as it was in bible! At least Charles thought there was something about it in the bible, he hadn’t read the thing despite what he told others.
Damn that friend of Jeff! That Andrew fellow was messing with his head, and he did not need this while he had to ponder yet again whether to spank one out in the shower or not. His wife was right there, sleeping in a sheen pink nightie which teased those erect nipples he loved to play with so, butt actually sticking a bit in the air as she did her gross mouth breathing. He couldn’t wake her though, he knew the drill. All girls liked to say being spontaneous was a great feature, but nevertheless she’d open an eye, chastise him there wasn’t enough time before him going to work, then blame him for waking her up early. After all, she’d always complain that she needed that ten hours of beauty sleep to keep up those princess-like looks he always complimented her on.
So, he was left with an erection yet again, rubbing the back of his head, taking a few steps up to the window blinds, already forgetting what that stupid dream was about.
*VZZZZZ*
Charles instinctively bumped his fist against the alarm clock again, but that didn’t stop the buzzing. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he groaned renewed as he looked to his glowing smartphone. If he was getting a message this early, it was never a good sign. His boss he worked for at the bank was an asshole after all. No target set by them was good enough, and he knew that the very second that upper management made a mistake, it was Charles in middle-management and five others who were about to get the can.
As he picked up the phone, he mused grumbly that he couldn’t wait until the promotion which made it so it was he who could threaten his underlings for his misdeeds. He peered at the screen, squinting and widening his eyes until the brightness of the screen could be adjusted to. When it finally did though, it wasn’t work who was messaging him.
THE NORM-CHANGER
Charles’ Turn:-
The Average Number of Erections a Man Has During the Night?
His eyebrows raised, he scoffed. Another little jab or prank from Dorthy or Jeff, this early in the morning? It seemed in poor taste and rather unlikely, but they both were bragging about how many twitter-followers they’d gotten through ‘deh trolling’ or whatever madness they called it.
Of course, the joke was on them.
They may not have realized it, but the two couples had been playing so many game nights with trivia and the sorts, including some ‘naughty nights’ that they weren’t supposed to bring up again, that he had just such useless trivia in the brain. It was a bit cutting at the moment, considering he was pacing in his dark bedroom with a stiffy stiffer than a salute for the troops.
-Joke’s on you, dick. I know the answer.
-Nine
Smirk properly smug, he hit enter and put the phone down. He was pretty darn proud of his quick mind getting that uselessness out so quick, but he always had believed in little victories. He wasn’t the only one who must have been impressed though, as the phone vibrated anew almost immediately.
So, he picked it up.
THE NORM-CHANGER
Correct.-
Benefit or Inconvenience?
Whoever this was, they were committed to the prank, no hesitation. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, starting to see the humour a little bit if this was supposed to get him annoyed. “Benefit. Why not, you son of a bitch?” He started typing in the response basked in the light of his smartphone.
But that wasn’t necessary. The next response came without hesitation.
-Change Number #2: Physical -
Size and Efficiency of Average Male Genitalia Augmented.
Refractory Period for Registering Stimulus in Sexual Organs Gone.
“Boy.” Charles chuckled as he read the words. “Wouldn’t that be great.” He was about to chuck the phone to the bed, a little cheesed now that he had been teased when horny like that, needing now to think up a way to get revenge, when the lights turned on.
He squinted and covered his eyes, the lightbulbs above the spinning fan stinging his untrained morning eyes. Slowly he lowered his limbs from their tensed position, only to be facing his wife, a happy grin across her face. “’Morning tiger.” She gave an excited growl, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his in a most passionate of kisses.
God damn, she never was this perky this morning, even her mouth devoid of morning breath as it was mintier and moister than a sprig. Her tongue twisted as a corkscrew would, popping the cork which was his erotic attention, making his eyes wide and awake. He didn’t think he was overreacting when he said that, when they finally broke their embrace, it was five minutes later, his hands practically glued to her exposed cheeks flossed by her tiny pink panties. “Woah.” He said, wiping his lips. “What got into you? What’s the occasion?”
”Occasion?” She nibbled a finger and leaned on the footboard, slowly wiggling her hips left and right. “It’s Monday?” Her sweet smile grew, a horny one if there ever was one, as she put that mouth-moistened finger down his pyjama-ed chest. “Are you saying that I need a reason to do my wifely duty?” She bunched her fingers at the bottom of his pyjama top and started to roll it up. “That doesn’t sound like you…”
She was right, it didn’t, but could he be blamed? This was like, Valentine or Birthday Mary and those were always deliberate and planned efforts on her part, complete with new lingerie and fuzzy handcuffs. This felt so spontaneous, and there was a hunger to her voice that he hadn’t heard since they’d been dating. His stomach did a little drop.
Had she done something wrong and was buttering him up? She was usually not so manipulative but…
“God, you’re quiet.” She lifted the shirt over his head, his face a little stunned as she leaned onto his bare and firm chest, circling a little chest hair before lapping her tongue round his right nipple. “Did you have a bad dream or something?” She put her whole mouth around it, giving a sickening slurp before releasing with a pop, his nipple more than aroused now, her lips demonstrating their glittery gloss on his skin.
“No it’s just…” His brow furrowed. Even if she had done something wrong, it was all the same, right? He was just on a mental treadmill of self-pity about the lack of sex, and here she was answering his prayers. To hell with moaning and manipulation, it was time to get some. He smirked looking down, grabbing her butter chin. “It’s just that I was thinking of waking you up for a fuck as I got up, but I was silly enough to think that you’d nag about there not being enough time. That I had to be work in an hour or something like that.”
”Why would I say that?” Her eyes shimmered as she popped his thumb into her mouth, tongue circling it real good before showing what suction those lips had. She spat it out with some hot breath, a string of spittle connecting her mouth to his big, man hands. “You don’t work for, like, another two hours or something.”
Charles’ eyebrow raised, quickly glancing over to the clock.
6:46
“Well, I still have to get to work at 8:00, babe.” He stroked her hair, giving her a demeaning smile. He remembered while they were dating, sometimes she’d want to hump so bad that she’d make him miss classes or interviews. Not that he was complaining, but this fuck would have to be quick, a wham-bam-shower-ma’am or something. “Like usual…”
A smirk came across her, coming closer with a swing of those oh-so-womanly hip, grabbing his hand and down right demanding with a firm press that he squeezed her ass like he owned it. “Honey?” She reached one hand up to pet his cheek. “You feeling okay?” Her other hand went down to pet something else.
“Yeah.” He brought his other hand around her ass, cupping beneath it and making her cheeks clap and ripple. “Why?” He’d pay almost double for those spin-classes if these buns were the results. Malleable but firm, he couldn’t wait to rub himself between them.
Chuckling, she started to fumble with his button fly with her left hand. “I’m just thinking that a lot of women would be rather upset if we lived in a world where they or their husbands had to be at work as early as eight o’clock. We’re not farmers you know…”
”Why?”
She brought her other hand down, finally snapping the button free now that she gave it a bit of attention. With that, a freakish third leg popped from his bottoms, his eyes growing wide as his wife moaned. “Then you couldn’t do your ‘husbandly’ duty every day!” The gasp from her lips actually released a flop of foam to her chin, her cock-lust unleashed.
He stumbled back enough to hit the wall behind him, arms out wide. That wasn’t a leg. That was him, but it wasn’t a leg. It was a flesh-covered, giant-mushroom-tipped piece of PVC piping that was as thick as his firm biceps! “Fuck…” He muttered, gripping the underside of it, thumb rubbing against the thick veins which covered the thing, fat as his pinkie finger. His big digits didn’t even touch as he gripped around it with the one hand, and he might have needed of upwards of six pawfuls to actually cover the schlong’s length. It was hard too, pulsing with power, standing out hot, artillery ready to volley with what felt like the force to puncture a wall or window.
Just as he was pulling his balls out, noting how they hung in a tight sack like two fists wrapped in a leather hide, Mary stomped her feet. “Charlieeee.” She masturbated in front of him, one hand at her breast, torturing her nipple in a tight pinch, her other hand between her legs, middle finger gyrating. “Don’t tease!”
Every guy’s fantasy was right in front of him, but he heard his heart beat in his ears. He had just looked at his damned morning wood when he woke up, and it was completely average, he humbly admitted. But now it was like a flesh tower installed on his crotch! He was feeling every twitch and bit of air blown upon it, knowing it was all his, but where had it come from? “Honey?” He said, mouth dry. “D-Does this look normal to you?”
Mary sighed, eyes rolling as she did all she could to keep that smile rosy and sexy. “Yes honey.” She sighed as went back to tuning her love tunnel like a guitar. “Honestly, you’re sounding and looking a bit like that Andrew from last night.”
Andrew? Now that he put some thought to it, she was right. That nerd was moaning after his question last night, something about the world changing, about everyone being insane but him, a world where women had long hair or something equally insane. Damn, was this what he meant? A head rush and he felt vertigo. Charles had answered a question too, did this mean that he also had reality changed around him? That he was the only one who was going to notice?
She snapped her fingers suddenly, snapping his gaze up just in time to see her drop to her knees. “Maybe you just need a little visit from your sex-kitten.” She started to give an exaggerated crawl, each reach with her cute manicured hands gripping the carpet to pull herself forward, a mewl from her lips, her ass wobbling forward with each wiggle to the left and right. “Doesn’t daddy want to punish his naughty kitten?”
As she pulled her body up his legs, he felt a panic splash over him. What should he do? Should he stop her and call Jeff? Would even he believe him? He didn’t have Andrew’s number, but maybe he could figure it out and-
”Oh fuck this dick…” Mary placed her nose on the tip of the obese pyjama snake, inhaling deep. “I’m so fucking addicted to this dick.” His sweet Mary was talking like the wanton slut he’d always wanted, the sweetness dissolved into a dirty cocktail of slobbering and addiction. “I think it’s fucking with my brain. Choking on this thing has just… oh I can’t hold back! Fuck me!” She pressed her face against it, unable to hold back her urges as the glans, stretching from her nose to chin, mashed against her mouth. Her lips actually looped around its girth, a truly stretched band of elastic flesh as obscene as those tribeswomen in Africa who contorted their lips with metals.
But this ritual was for nobody else but him, a slick drooling slip rattling around his cock, the sound of slimy slithering echoing in the room as her mouth got it down quarter-inch by quarter-inch. She’d hardly got it a fraction into her stretched jaw until he was tapping at the back of her throat, her nostrils sounding already obstructed, gargle coming from her airway. It felt good, tight, warm, slobbery, his dick feeling every pulse as her tongue rattled the underside of his stupidly dense cock. His eyes looked down to her and she looked up at him. That gaze she met him with was pure madness, a craze he’d never seen in which he saw only brainless lust. Her head launched forward, and to his shock, his fuck-stick continued to slide, bending down ever so slightly as her body made the necessary adjustments to positively bulge her throat for such a kingly rod.
His legs felt weak, not just at the positively scintillating sensation of his cock being massaged by the throbbing rings of her food-tube, but how his own wife was downing dick better than even any pornstar he’d seen. She was cutting off her own air like a pro, barely a gag as she scuba dived down his manhood. His mind was wiped of concerns. Consequences be damned, he had made this world better.
Now to milk the rewards!
“BWAH~” She came out in a shot, chin drenched in spittle and cock stick as she panted for air, eyes a little watery as she looked up gasping. “D-Did your little c-cockslut do good?” He only now noticed how fast she was finger fucking herself the entire time, hands down her soaked panties. “Stick it in me Charles! Make me your wifey-whore.”
Damn, this cock-growth thing made her so dirty! He wondered exactly why that was, as he’d never known his wife to be much of a size queen, but he was done with the questioning. All he needed to know is that dirty sluts needed to be punished. “No way.” He gave a deep growl, giving a light tug of that blonde crop. “Suck my dick, drink my cum!”
“O-Of course sir!” She shivered in her address, reaching both hands up to the base to re-submerge herself into her fellating addiction. Again, her jaw descended to a near serpentine extension, not outside the realm of possibility but clearly well practised as his oozing warhead tipped with an explosive amount of thick cock wad launched back in. This time though, her goal wasn’t to merely dampen his dick, on which she only got half way before, but to deliver her man maximum pleasure, her eyes glassy as she moaned deeply. As she scarfed, she ensured that most bulbous part of his cock head was around her lips and nestled firmly against the back of his throat, but now, her tongue was doing something most unknown to him.
It bent at an angle, curved, actually entering his hot cock slit to tickle and scrape around. Because of the mind numbing sensitivity in there, Charles actually squeaked, gripping the blinds behind him in a desperate attempt to keep his rubber legs standing as they harshly shook. The pleasure was insane and she didn’t stop there. Her head started twisting left and right, a little guttural moan from her lungs actually vibrating his massive mammoth dong to his testis, that fat cock head rapidly batting the back of her throat in stimulation. This was the kind of pleasure only a big dick could bring and only an experienced dick charmer like the wife of this reality could supply.
“OH FUCK!” He actually cried, screaming as the orgasm came over him faster than a drop on Splash Mountain. His cock visibly descended below as hot cum pumped up like road tar, hotter, thicker and more voluminous that he’d ever known. A blast of excited pleasure senses went off in his brain, the tingle rattling his skin as he lost all feeling in his lower half. He knew these sensations, as he had good orgasms before, but what was new was the length. Cum kept coming and the heightened sense of pleasure boiled in his brain. The high continued for seeming eternity, actually spiking when he thought it couldn’t get better, as a fresh burst of cum splattered free, forcing Mary’s mouth free of his dick and splattering what looked like an entire ointment jar onto her face.
His feet felt surrounded by clouds, a truly out of body experience as he actually saw the clock on his night stand change a whole minute throughout this orgasm. A whole minute of orgasm? His brow was sweaty, skin reddened by the experience, slowly sinking to the floor until his pyjama butt touched that plush carpeting, balls feeling properly flushed. His heart beat through his head, unable to comprehend what he’d just experienced.
“Mmmm…” Mary gargled as her husband caught his breath from that climax. A quick look over her face and it was hard to believe that she’d blown just him and not an entire frat. Her mouth was full and overflowing, a centre column on her face, from where her forehead started and chin ended, was just a thick line of misty semen painted like a roller-brush stroke. Frankly, it looked like the entire contents of pancake batter had been emptied on her face, not a drop wasted from the bowl as it was lavishly smeared even in her eye lashes. Incredibly, she took a big, satisfied gulp of her mouthful, taking quite a few licking around her face before gasping. “I’ll wait for you on the bed, stud.” She turned around and ensured that her ass rubbed against his face as she got up, hips wiggling back and forth with such a dramatic flair before she fished a towel from her nightstand to wash her face off quick.
Did she just ask for round two? It seemed impossible to even process as his body still basked in its afterglow. He supposed that was the price for getting that rocking of a blow job, but he frankly didn’t even want to eat out his wife when he had a shlong this big, waiting for him to recover until-
Wait a second, did he have to wait? What did the phone also say?
Despite still feeling that afterglow, he gripped again at his slightly slumping shaft and gave it a wiggle. Much to his elation, after stroking it a couple of times, his connect to his libido was summoned once again, coming back like a shot as his mind rushed at the opportunity for more sex with vigour. His cock shot back up with a firm salute, dripping in his own cum but just lubricated for his second tour. It seemed he was invincible.
Fuck yes.
Charles stood up, his dirtiest fantasies of marathon sex filling his mind as he could actually feel his balls fill back up to maximum tautness. His cocky stride got him to bounce on the bed, body looming over Mary, who licked her lips and squirmed her legs. She panted up at him, hands worshipping his holy phallus the entire time as she held back a damburst of lust. “Y-You took the pill, r-right?”
“The pill?” God damn, he just wanted to fuck her. Though he did just realize, that if he was this virile, how did they not have fifty k1ds by now?
“Charles don’t joke.” She stroked the dick up and down her body, body almost vibrating as she used every last thread of her being to hold herself back from just submitting to this big-dicked god straddling her. “I-I mean it.” Her hand patted the night stand, pulling out a pharmacy bottle. “If you don’t take this, I’ll get pregnant faster than an Alaskan teen.”
That certainly explained his question, but he was so consumed by his own lust that he batted that pill bottle clear from her hand, rattling into the corner. “Maybe I want a baby in you!” Why not right? His cum factories twitched at the idea of her pregnant, growing, and maybe even with his powerful masculinity, having twins or even triplets. He just couldn’t hold himself back at the thought.
A smile came across her face as she nodded. “Yes! Oh I’ve waited so long for you to ask, but I always- OH!”
Her elation on such matters would have to wait. His dick was ready now, and he was tired of thinking. Those panties were gone with a mere swipe of his paw, her legs squirming as her juicy labia was laid forth, a platter of pussy so moist for his touch. There wasn’t going to be foreplay though, that had been his blow-job.
Just as her upper lips had been almost unbelievably accommodating, her lower slot almost seemed to be eating him. He pressed his glans against it like a battering ram only a scant few times before her legs widened and he popped right in. Tight! Hot! Moist! Her pussy felt better than ever, better than even his own spanking fist as it massaged and slurped at him in a fervour. For a second, between his wife’s full on screaming for more, he looked at the imprint he was creating in her, tracing his fingers around his own cock’s outline as it pushed closer and closer to her bellybutton. Fears of it hurting though, was quickly pushed to the side.
“Harder, harder!” She screamed with gargled moan. “P-Put a baby in me with that anda-fucking-conda!”
Not to keep a lady waiting, Charles gripped her hips, slamming down fully to make her whole body spasm, mouth in a soundless scream as her hand gripped his shoulders and dug in her nails. It was okay though, he could handle a little love-discomfort.
Then came the jack-hammering.
His ass tensed as he thrust like a man possessed, never knowing such a constant and untameable erection, never feeling his own wife insides so deliciously responsive to him. He was sometimes ignorant to the ways of female pleasure, he could admit that, but there was no getting around the tight contraction he first felt. Orgasm. Her arms tightened around his masculine torso, eyes rolling back, short hair thrashing, body burning hotter and redder as her vagina just squeezed his dick like a vice.
Yet he wasn’t finished. He continued to pump as long as she would have him, and her dry gasps for more only encouraged him more. It wasn’t even five minutes until her body was in the throes again of such a powerful climax that her forehead was soaked in sweat, little blonde hairs stuck to it.
But he wasn’t done, so he switched her up. Without even removing his glorious new tool, he had flipped her over, face stuffed into the pillow, hand on the back of her head as pumped into her back bumper. It looked great seeing that ass bounce and ripple under his thrusts, her gurgling muffled by the pillow. She came two more times. Spank. Spank. Spank. His big palm against her ass, shaking, twerking the harder he slapped. Then the next orgasm came
Switch.
He had her hips in his firm grip as he kept looking right at her ass, her body bouncing and screaming in reverse cowgirl as she achieved doubtlessly her dozenth orgasm of the morning. Her voice sounded tired, body a sweaty mess, but she kept moaning for more, his wife almost as unslainable as his cock.
Switch.
Give that mouth a run again, hands gripping the backboard as he stretched that throat, saliva painting his dong.
Switch.
Now that his dick was slick with mouth juice, why not give those tits a go? Her D’s were comically undersized for the job now, but she still gave a vigorous try with her tired body, using those tits to rumble at his glans before he decided to stick it in another bouncy place.
Switch.
Anal. Anal. Anal. He groaned as he never knew his wife’s ass to be such a nice place. It seemed now, that she knew how to properly relax when he got in there, despite his size. However, that still didn’t stop her behind from being almost too tight to believe.
Switch.
Standing, he had her tiny feet in each hand as he looked down right at her bouncing body. Her eyes were so heavy, grunts so weak, body limper as she slobbered over herself. However, this was more about watching his dick at the moment, watching it’s turgid length survive into what had already been an hour fuck-fest. He was magnificent, if he could say so himself, feeling as if he could go for another hour if he so desired, but he honestly felt like it was time to finally climax.
Releasing after another five minutes of incredibly furious pumping, enough to get his heart positively surging against his chest plate, his cock twitched. He bottomed out best he could in such a tight hole, gripping her hips as he felt his cock again rumble and pulse ever larger. Ropey jism again fired out like a hose, their bodies rumbling together as they both joined in deep groans as he filled her out more and more. Clumps of batter oozed out around his shaft in her, just splatterings of their mixed juices staining the air with a sickly scent that dripped to the carpet.
Still, he kept his dick in her like a tight lid, tempting fate as he watched her give duller and duller moans, breathing slowing as she clearly was losing consciousness. He took perverted delight in watching her womb inflate as he slowly pulled out to make more room for his naughty batter, still cumming by the bucketload as he filled her up ever more. Even when popped out, his cock fired out another cup of cum upon her belly, leaving it sparkling as he noted how inflated she was. Not looking quite pregnant of course, at least not yet, but that bulge was very real under her skin.
Wiping himself off with the bed-sheet, he gave a kiss on Mary’s forehead, his girl back to sleep with her mouth open, but with a definitive smile on her face. He walked over to their en suite bathroom and was just amazed how much cock paste he was still drooling from his tip. Yet, when he gripped it, it got hard yet again. He’d have to give it another go in the shower before he had to get serious about going to work.
As the shower started and he just watched the water droplets rain down to massage his erection, he started thinking about how he was going to concentrate if this was his life now. Of course, his job was probably still the same, despite maybe showing up a little later in this world, but he did make a mental note to eventually call that Andrew guy to tell him he wasn’t crazy. You know, eventually.
He grunted as his furious hand fop produced another orgasm, his ass coming down to the little stool they had in the square shower stall as he had his minute of orgasm. Just as powerful, just as voluminous, he pondered how the hell all this cum came from as the drain gurgled from the strain of his boy juice.
Just as a test, he gathered the strength to grab his dick just as his orgasm was ending, and jerked it. It never went soft. “Fuuccck…” He groaned, realizing that he truly was a sex god in this world, and if he got another question, things were only going to get better. The only question of course, who was going to get the next question?
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