The Birthday Wish

by Den

Chris felt old. Today was his 30th birthday. He wasn't old, but he didn't feel young anymore either. He felt like his life was in some weird in-between place. He had been married for a few years, and still cared a lot about his wife, but their relationship no longer had a lot of the sparkle it had only a few years earlier. He had a mortgage, a respectable job, and was losing his hair. He was a little heavier than he'd liked, but always felt like he lacked the time to get himself back to looking the way he wanted to. Besides, who was he trying to look good for?

It felt good to have his co-workers give him a cake on the Friday afternoon before his birthday. Although there were plenty of people there older than him, he got teased about the big "3-Oh." He smiled and laughed at the parade of humorous birthday cards, and even made a wish before he blew out the candles. Birthday wishes were not serious matters of course, but his mind managed to make a wish that was something he really, really wanted. "I wish," thought Chris, "that I was a guy that Kellie would want."

Chris did still love his wife, but for the last few years there had been someone else who he had feelings for. He was a little bit ashamed of those feelings, and would never admit them to anyone, and wasn't even sure what those feeling were. If anyone ever noticed him admiring his neighbor's 19 year old daughter, he would never admit it. Chris had assured himself that it was purely a childish infatuation based on lust and the aura of unattainability, but he often caught himself thinking about her. Thoughts of Kellie danced through his mind on the nights his wife was away, and helped him perform more passionately on the nights they were together.

It was easy to like Kellie. She was a cute, pleasant girl who'd moved in next door when she was just 15. Chris had noticed her then, but quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind due to her age. Her ass got rounder, her legs got longer, and her breasts got larger as the next four years went by.

He wasn't the only one who noticed her, of course. Her parents let her start dating when she was 16, as Chris figured from the parade of pimply faced boys that visited her almost every Friday night until she left for college. Not that Kellie was sleeping with every boy she dated, but she did date a lot.

Once when Kellie was a high school senior, her parents left her alone for the week. Chris and his wife had promised to keep an eye on her while they were way. As usually happens when a teenager gets the house to themselves, they invite people over. Kellie had been dating a boy named Curt for a few months at that point. Chris saw Curt arrive at his neighbor's house, but chose not to immediately do anything about it. Without telling his wife, he took the key that they'd left for him and decided to investigate. When Chris entered the house, he could hear the two of them upstairs talking.

"So, what now?" Curt asked.

"Well, we ARE in my bedroom..." Kellie replied.

"That's what I was thinking," Curt finished.

There was silence for a few seconds before Chris the heard Kellie's next exclamation, and it would haunt his thoughts and fantasies for the next year:
"My God, its so big!"

Chris wasn't sure if Curt had really unveiled a mammoth male member, or if Kellie was using the time-honored female tradition of lying about penis size, but the mental image of her marveling at a large dick aroused Chris quite a bit. He left Kellie's house and proceeded to give his wife a very memorable evening.

Kellie had gone away to college the next fall, only to return the next summer. That summer was pure hell for him, as he desperately tried to ignore the constant wearing of skimpy outfits, bathing suits, and many late night rendezvous she was having in her room. Although she was careful to leave the window shut and curtains closed, the candles in her room created many interesting silhouettes of her naked body thrashing in ecstasy, or performing fellatio on lucky young men.

Chris wondered if his wife ever noticed a correlation between their sexual activity increasing and Kellie being home from college. He technically remained faithful to his wife, but his thoughts committed adultery a hundred times. He eased his conscience by insisting his fantasies were harmless indulgences that hurt no one. Maybe he was right, but he also knew that had the opportunity presented itself, "No" would not be a word he'd be able to say to his 19 year old neighbor.

Chris thought about what it'd be like to turn 30 this weekend. "I'm still young," he thought, "but I'd like to be younger...and unattached." He thought about his birthday wish as he drove home. Fortunately Kellie was way at college, as she had been since Thanksgiving break ended, so he wouldn't be overwhelmed by his lust for her.

Chris and his wife went out to dinner that night, and were in bed and asleep by 11 pm. He would soon wake up to a most memorable experience.

His eyes were still closed, but he felt a tongue licking him. He kept his eyes closed, still half-asleep as the licking moved down to his balls. Her tongue moved around his scrotum, and his dick started to harden. The licking moved on to his shaft, and soon his erection was being sucked. Not just sucked, but slurped. His eyes stayed closed, and his mind began imagining it was Kellie doing the sucking. It felt damn good. She varied the technique enough to stroke his cock and go back to licking his balls, and then stroking it while she licked the head. He never knew she could do it this well, as previous blowjobs were usually only done as quick foreplay before intercourse. This mother of all blowjobs was going on for quite a while, although Chris had lost all track of time.

He finally could hold his ecstasy back, and he ejaculated. Rather than pulling back like she'd done every time before, she braced herself and swallowed his entire load. She sucked every last drop out of him before finally pulling his dick out of her mouth.

With his eyes still closed, he said "Was that a 'Happy Birthday' blowjob?"

"I didn't know it was your birthday!"

Chris opened his eyes. It wasn't his wife.

It was Kellie. She was lying between his legs, holding his dick (which appeared to be at least twice as big as usual), and grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Happy birthday!" she exclaimed. "Even though I guess I'm the one who got to blow out the candle." She started stroking his organ again, admiring it.

Was he dreaming? If it was, then this was the most vivid dream he'd ever had.

"You okay?" Kellie asked.

"I'm not sure," he answered, trying to put the pieces together in his mind.

"Damn, I'm good," she said to herself.

She got up off of the bed, and stood in front of him. “I’ll be right back,” she said quickly, and darted out of the room.

Chris’s confusion overwhelmed his fascination with the 19 year-old, and he looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was. He was obviously in a bedroom, and it appeared to be daytime. A clock read “8:30”. Also in the room was another bed, a desk, two dressers, an open door leading to a closet (with a full length mirror on the door), and several posters of bands Chris had never heard of.

“Definitely a dorm room,” Chris mumbled, as he got off of the bed and looked for his clothes. Then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. It was an image he’d oddly recognized, but still seemed unfamiliar. His face looked pretty much the same, but was unshaven, with what looked like 2 days worth of stubble. His hairline was a few inches lower, and he suddenly realized he wasn’t wearing glasses, but could see perfectly well. His arms were bigger, and his shoulders were wider. He abdominal muscles were visible, and it looked as if he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. He had very little body hair, except for a little on his chest. His pubic hair looked very short, and…

…as he’d noticed a few minutes earlier, his penis had gotten huge. Not that Chris had been small before, but what used to hang just an inch past his balls was now hanging almost to his knees. He was still quasi-hard from the blowjob he’d just gotten, but it’d never been close to that long before. The girth had also increased. He grabbed it in his hand, and could only barely get his large hands all the way around it. His balls, he then noticed, were also larger.

“You’ve got the BIGGEST dick I have ever seen,” Kellie said.

Chris suddenly realized that Kellie was back. She’d put her long blonde hair in a pony-tail and smiled at him in a way he’d seen her smile on nights she’d snuck boys into her room at home.

“Really?” Chris asked, even though he was sure, given the size of his new member, that was perfectly plausible.

“Oh, yeah. Its like you’ve got a third leg or something,” she replied, and started walking toward him.

She continued, “Not that I’m a slut or anything, but I’ve seen a few dicks in my life. I had a boyfriend about a year ago who was pretty big, but you’ve got him really beat.”

Chris got excited just hearing her say the word “dick”, and at the idea that she was fawning over it, even if this probably was a dream. Kellie walked right up to him and put her arms around his neck.

Yes, Chris thought, this definitely was a dream. Chris had so many sexual fantasies about Kellie over the last few years that it was only a matter of time before his dreams became this convincing. He reasoned that he’d maybe even nodded off during a real blowjob from his wife, and this was the result. But still, it seemed so real. It was cold in the room, there was even background noise outside her window, and he could smell different odors he wasn’t used to. He’d never been close enough to Kellie to smell her beautiful hair before…

“Whoa there, big fella!” she exclaimed.

She stepped back and looked down at his penis. Chris was getting aroused again by being this close to her, and his growing erection had caught her by surprise.

“I guess you’re ready for more!” she said giddily. She pulled her long t-shirt off to reveal two of the most beautiful breasts Chris had ever seen. Kellie was a D-cup, and breast were quite round. Her nipples were hard, and Chris could see the hint of a tan line around where her favorite bikini would have been. Kellie’s stomach was flat and firm, and she had trimmed her bush into a perfect blonde square.

“Do you have a rubber?” she asked.

Chris mind raced back to reality. What kind of sexual dream has the girl asking for a condom just before you’re about to start having sex with her?

“I don’t think so…” he replied. Kellie looked disappointed. “I’m out too…”

What about you’re roommate?” Chris asked, remembering there was a second bed in the room.

“Mary? She’s practically a nun. There’s no way she’d ever have anything like that,” Kellie said. That thought didn’t stop her from opening the top drawer of the other girl’s dresser, hoping maybe she’d been wrong about her virginal roommate.

“Nothing,” Kellie announced.

“Where is she, by the way?’ Chris couldn’t help but ask. If this dream was going to be realistic, he reasoned, there was a chance they’d have to careful about getting walked-in on.

“She goes home every weekend,” Kellie answered. “She’s such a momma’s girl.” Kellie frowned before turning her attention back to Chris’s hard schlong.

“I’d suck on you again, but my mouth pretty tired from ten minutes ago,” Kellie said disappointingly. Her obvious infatuation with his cock was getting him even more aroused than he already was.

“Maybe there’s something I could do for you. Get on the bed,” Chris commanded.

When Chris had first met his wife, he had no problems going down on her. However, as the years went by, she responded to it less, until he finally got bored with it and quit doing it altogether. Sometimes he missed doing it, and he certainly wouldn’t mind doing it for Kellie.

He climbed on top of her, and began kissing her legs. He then began licking her inner thigh, and worked his way to her wet pussy. He licked the outside of it, before penetrating it with his tongue.

Kellie gasped in ecstasy.

Chris smiled internally, as he could tell she was already glad her search for a condom was no good.

“No one…” she gasped, “… has … ever … done this … to me before…” Her body moved underneath his mouth, as she tried to ride his tongue like it was a dick. He kept going as she wrapped her legs around his shoulders. After just a few minutes, Kellie was having a very loud orgasm.

Chris decided to keep going. He was enjoying eating her out almost as much as she was getting off from it. After another few minutes, her body tensed up, her eyes clenched shut, and she began reaching ecstasy a second time. He pulled away, as she laid motionless on the bed. Her body was warm to the touch, and forehead peppered with beads of sweat.

Chris’s cock was still fully aroused, and Kellie opened her eyes.

“That was the best one I’ve ever had,” she said softly. “Thank you.”

She was breathing heavy and her chest was heaving. Chris watched her breasts move up and down as her heavy breathing began to slow. She looked satisfied, and he laid down beside her. Still looking at her near-perfect body.

“I’m glad we hooked up on a Friday night, so we’d have all day today to mess around,” she said mischievously.

“We… hooked up last night…?” Chris asked. Usually his dreams included some fragment of made-up memory to go along with the situation. Nothing was adding up…his alertness, the detail, the realism…

“Wow, you must have been really drunk at the bar. You don’t remember do you?” she asked.

“Not everything, I guess,” Chris responded, careful not to make it look like he wasn’t a total space-case (even if that’s what he felt like). “Why don’t you tell me what happened, and I tell you how much I missed.”

“Okay,” she said. “I was out at that bar on 33rd Street with some of my friends, and saw you by yourself, so I came up to you and we started talking. Then my skanky-ass ‘friend’ Stacy came over and started hitting on you. You said it was time for you to go, but you’d probably had too much to drink, so I offered to give to a lift…we ended up here instead,” she smiled widely. “Then we talked for a while…You must have been really tired, because you fell asleep around 11.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I remember,” Chris lied, “but, um…where are my clothes?”

“You smelled like that crappy bar, so this morning before you woke up I put your clothes in the washer downstairs,” she answered, almost sounding embarrassed that she’d undressed him in his sleep. “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

She’s so cute when she’s being coy, he thought. This is Kellie, after all… she’s probably cute when she’s making a ham sandwich.

“What else did you do while I was asleep?” he asked, hoping there’d be more to the story. Although under the wrong circumstances, this would all seem quite disturbing, it was potentially too good not to know about.

Kellie looked as if she was going to say something, but paused before the words actually left her mouth.

“Nothing,” she grinned. She may have been a liar, but she sure the hell was a sexy one.

“Does nothing include that blowjob you woke me up with?” he asked.

“Well, of course that, but that’s all,” she answered. She now wanted desperately to change the subject.

Kellie pulled Chris on top of her, positioning herself so his erect penis was between her breasts.

“I’m not letting you out of here without tittie-fucking me first,” she said assertively. This was an offer Chris could refuse, as the thought of doing anything with her breasts had been an obsession with him for quite a while. They were beautifully round and firm, standing up perfectly straight even when she was on her back.

Not saying a word, he stroke his long cock between them. Every few strokes, Kellie would lick the end of it when it got close to her mouth.

“Your dick is so perfect,” she said in a low moan. His strokes became thrusts, and Kellie put her hands on his balls. Having been so taken aback earlier by the size of his own penis, he really hadn’t noticed his testicles had gone from being the size of grapes to the size of peaches. She massaged his scrotum as he continued thrusting between her breasts.

Knowing that he’d want to kiss her afterwards, Chris positioned himself so he’d ejaculate on her chest and neck.

“How’d you know I wanted a pearl necklace for Christmas?” she giggled.

She got up and wiped the cum from her chest with a towel, and returned to his side. He then kissed her, as he’d always wanted to. The look on her face changed from giddiness to seriousness.

“I want you to stay with me all day,” she said sternly.

“I want to stay here all day,” he answered.

They began kissing again, which quickly became passionate. Chris couldn’t get enough of her, or she of him.

Then there was a knock at the door.

“Kellie, do you still have that guy with the 12 inch dick in there?”

Kellie looked mortified, but Chris couldn’t help but be amused. If Chris had his regular body, then maybe his reaction would be different…but this wasn’t real, and if it was real, there’s no reason he should feel ashamed of how he looked, or embarrassed that Kellie would tell other girls in the dorm she had him in her room (or, more importantly, his large penis in her room).

“Fuck…” she said to herself. She grabbed her long t-shirt and put it back on, and looked at Chris.

“I’ll get her to go away. You might want to cover yourself up,” she suggested. Chris draped a bed sheet over his lap, and Kellie opened the door.

“Oh, hello Stacy, how wonderful of you to drop by,” Kellie said sarcastically.

Stacy entered the room. She was shorter than Kellie, with dark hair that came down to her shoulders. She wasn’t as lean as Kellie, but still looked pretty good. She had on a pair of dark blue jeans, and a very tight white t-shirt that clung to her breasts. Her nipples were quite prominent, and her shirt didn’t completely cover her stomach.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Stacy asked, looking at Chris, and eying the sheet he’d covered himself with, probably hoping to for some hint as to whether or he was really packing what she’d been led to believe.

“This is Chris,” she said. Well, at least I get to use my own name, he thought, suddenly wondering again just what the hell was really going on.

“Oh, yea, you’re the guy from the bar last night!” Stacy said, mocking surprise, “I guess you never made it home last night.” Stacy looked at Kellie as if she were about to start laughing hysterically, but Kellie returned her look with an angry glare.

“Um, thanks for washing my clothes for me, Kellie,” Chris said, trying to help Kellie save face. Not that she had done anything necessarily wrong, but Stacy’s rude comments made Chris feel suddenly protective of Kellie.

“No problem,” Kellie said appreciatively. “Maybe I should go get them for you.”

“Well, I should be going now. I guess there’s nothing to see here,” Stacy stated. Her voice dripped with disbelief, as if Kellie had been exaggerating the size of Chris’s anatomical giftedness in an attempt to simply piss Stacy off. After all, Chris reasoned, the two probably have some kind of rivalry going. Chris wasn’t about to let Kellie loose, and it fed his ego that he was now in a position to have women fighting over him (even if their reasons weren’t the purest).

“No, I can get them. I assume the laundry room is down the hall?” he asked. He then uncovered himself and stood up.

Stacy gasped and her jaw hit the floor as she got a good look at Chris’s monstrous meat.

“Yeah,” Kellie said, grinning.

“I’ll be right back,” he said to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he walked out of the room.

“I’ll be waiting…” she replied.

Stacy’s eyes continued bulging, following his big cock as he walked past her.

Chris left the room and walked down the hall. What he didn’t consider in his gesture to show up Stacy was that it was a long walk to the laundry room, and the halls were not empty. While a dorm is less populated on the weekends, there was no shortage of female eyes on him as he took his naked stroll.

The dozen or so looks varied from indignant shock to pure lust. There was no talking as he walked past the girls on their ways to or from different rooms, just stunned silence. His entrance into the laundry room was met with the same looks, with one of the three girls doing laundry uttering a loud, “Holy shit!”

Chris found the dryer where his clothes were already dry (he assumed these were his clothes, since it was the only dryer with men’s clothes in it). Rather than putting them on, though, we simply gathered them up in his arms, and made a return trip through the hallway.

This time, twice as many girls lined the halls, and the silence had turned to quiet comments. Apparently news of his nakedness spread quickly, and every girl on the floor wanted a view of his unbelievable body. For every “It’s huge,” “Damn!” or “Wow,” there was a call of “pervert.” Even the girls saying “pervert,” though, were still watching him intently, captivated by his nakedness.

He could hear Kellie and Stacy talking as he approached the room.

“I don’t know why you didn’t fucking believe me,” he heard Kellie argue. “You were staring at the bulge in his jeans the whole night last night!”

Stacy retorted, “How was I supposed to know that his bulge would turn out to be Schlongzilla?”

They got suddenly quiet as he entered, and he closed the door behind him. He started to put his jeans on, letting his penis hang out of the front of them while he put his undershirt on, and then the buttoned his shirt as it still hung in front of them. He finally tucked it away and zipped his pants up, much to the girls’ disappointment.

Kellie moved to kiss Chris, while Stacy tried to regain her composure.

“Are you hungry,” she asked. “I mean, I guess you’ve already had stuff to eat today.” She looked down in a way to making Stacy knew what she was talking about. Stacy’s only response was to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m actually pretty hungry,” Chris answered. While he didn’t care to join in with Kellie’s torment of Stacy, he couldn’t help but get the feeling Stacy deserved it for trying to embarrass Kellie earlier, or that perhaps Stacy had rubbed one of her conquests in Kellie’s face at some point. “Where can we go?” At this point, Chris’s mind shifted back to the impracticality of whatever the hell it was he was stuck in.

Here he was, with no idea who he was supposed to be, hanging out with a couple of college freshmen, and having a morning full of sexual misadventures...and he was hungry! In fact, not only was he hungry, he was specifically hungry for waffles! He had to keep reminding himself that there was no way any of this could be real.

But, man, he really wanted some waffles.

“Do you like waffles?” Stacy asked.

“Oh, you are NOT tagging along, Stacy,” Kellie protested.

“Fine,” Stacy said, and stormed out the room, opening and slamming the door quickly behind her. To great amusement, Chris noticed a small crowd of girls had gathered outside Kellie’s door, trying to get a peak at Chris.

“Waffles sounds good,” he finally answered.

“Birthday-Boy, you can have whatever you want,” Kellie grinned. She quickly threw on a clean pair of panties, some jeans, shoes, a jacket, and they started to leave.

Their exit was met with cat-calls, a smattering of applause, and even a few quickly worded sexual propositions from the girls outside. He ignored them, glancing at Kellie, who looked as beautiful as she ever had.

Yes, the Birthday-Boy was definitely getting what he wanted.

Kellie still had the Mustang convertible she’d gotten for her 16th birthday. Chris remembered had elated she’d been when her parents gave it to her. She very rarely drove it back then, instead letting her various boyfriends chaffer her around town in it (without her parents’ knowing, of course). Now Kellie was driving Chris in it.

They pulled up to the drug store, which had an almost completely empty lot.

“I gotta phone call to make… why do you run in an get them?” she suggested.

Chris walked into the store as Kellie pulled out her cell phone and started dialing.

He found the aisle with the condoms, and paused to check out the selection. As he eyed the extra large sized condoms, he grinned at the idea of actually buying them. He wondered how many guys bought them just to buy them, as he grabbed a box and headed for the check-out register.

An attractive redhead female cashier stood there, probably in her mid-thirties, obviously bored and unhappy to be working an empty store on a Saturday morning. Chris placed the item on the counter.

She stared skeptically at the box.

“Are you sure those are the one’s you want?” she asked.

Chris seemed a little puzzled why she’d question his choice, but decided to play along.

“Unless they make them even bigger,” he replied.

“Riiiight,” she said, and rang him up.

Chris suddenly realized he had no money on him. If he had a wallet, Kellie must have taken it out of his pocket when she washed his clothes earlier this morning.

“Damn, I forgot my wallet,” he mumbled.

“Damn, I guess you’re outta luck then,” the cashier replied.

Chris was getting the feeling that she was the type that wouldn’t mind breaking a few rules on the job. That gave him an idea. He quickly looked out the front window to see if Kellie was still on the phone. She was, so he figured he at least had a few minutes (at least) before she’d get tired of waiting for him.

“What if I trade you something for them?” he asked.

The cashier, who’s name-tag said Melissa, looked confused. “Like what?”

“How about I let you see for yourself if those are the right size or not?” he offered.

Melissa looked around the store for a minute to see if anyone else was around, and smiled.

“Oh, the things I do for customer service.” She led him to the backroom of the store. “This better be good,” she said, still not convinced there was anything exceptional about him.

Chris unzipped his jeans and pulled it out. Melissa’s skepticism instantly transformed into amazement.

“I’m not even sure THOSE are going to be big enough for you,” she observed.

Chris laughed at the comment and began to put his dick away. Even flaccid, it still had to be 10 or 11 inches long.

“Not so fast, big guy,” she cautioned. “Tina’s got to see this.”

Chris began to get worried. He didn’t mind showing off his newfound appendage (especially to an attractive woman), but what if Kellie started to wonder what was keeping him and decided to come in the store?

“I have to go…” he protested, but it was too late.

“Tina!” Melissa shouted.

“Yeah, Melissa, what do you want?” an approaching voice said. Another employee appeared from no where and stopped in her tracks upon making visual contact with the exposed penis.

“Oh…my God,” Tina managed to mumble. Tina looked to be a teenager, and a skinny one at that. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore the same ugly uniform-like slacks and shirt as Melissa. Her face was bright-red from embarrassment at the sight of his manhood. Chris finished putting it away.

“I really got to go,” he said. Tina grabbed his arm before he could walk away.

“It’s okay,” she started, “it just surprised me.”

Tina and Melissa looked at each other mischievously as if they were thinking the same thing.

“I promised Tina I’d teach her what I know about sex,” Melissa explained. She leaned in really close to Chris, and her voice got very soft. “And, I can assure you, that’s quite a lot.” She put her hand on his pants, feeling his hardening cock. “Who knows… maybe she’ll learn enough to want to join in.”

The implied promise of a three-way turned Chris on to a point where he almost didn’t stop to think about it. Both the woman and the teenager were attractive, and he’d never been with two at once before.

“And if he likes that, maybe I can introduce him to my twin sister,” Tina said. Melissa pressed up against him, his erect penis still being stroke through his pants by her experienced hand.

The thought of Kellie coming in the store and catching him suddenly entered his mind. Once that thought was in his head, he remembered how infatuated he was with Kellie, and that she was the reason he was buying the condoms, not these two. If he hooked up with these two, he’d be effectively choosing not to have sex with Kellie. That cost was too high.

“Maybe some other time,” Chris said. He walked away and left the store.

As Chris got back to the car, Kellie hung up her phone.

“What kept you?” she asked, noticing he’d been in there for a while longer than she was expecting.

“Its hard to find any that’s fit me,” he answered nervously. He wasn’t about to tell her about what he had to do to get them, or the clerks’ offer.

“Yeah, I bet,” Kellie grinned. They drove off toward the restaurant.

Inside the store, Melissa watched them drive away.

“Well, so much for that plan,” she said to herself. “Better try plan B.”

Kellie and Chris arrived at the diner a few minutes later. He followed her to a booth and sat down.

“The waffles here are awesome,” she said, as she glanced at her menu. Despite having gotten a blowjob from her, tit-fucked her, and eating her out, Chris still felt like he couldn’t get enough of being around her. I wasn’t just her looks, but the confidence she exuded.

She touched his knee under the table and began rubbing it. It didn’t take but a few seconds before he reached another full erection, and the tip of his long cock pushed up against her hand through his pants. She smiled and moved her hand to massage the member as she continued looking through the menu.

Kellie had picked a booth with a long table cloth which reached down to the floor. She looked around, then ducked under the table, grinning the whole time. Under the table, she unzipped his pants, and managed to pull his dick out. She kissed it on the head, and then came back up from under the table.

His penis stuck straight out between his legs, and she held on to it with one hand while the other petted it the way you’d pet a small animal. As long as it was, she didn’t have to reach far; she could stroke his cock with minimal effort.

Before he could say anything, the waitress walked up to the table.

“Can I get you something to drink?” the waitress asked with a thick southern accent.

“Oh, I’m ready to order,” Kellie responded. “I’ll have a coffee and an order of sausage.” Fortunately, the waitress didn’t picked up on the joke. As she said it, her hands stroked his cock faster. Chris took a deep breath, and ordered orange juice and waffles.

Kellie continued to sit and smile without saying a word. She continued stroking him for a few more minutes before Chris said anything.

“Do you… like doing that?” he finally asked, trying not to let the pleasure of the experience saturate his voice too much.

“Don’t you like it?” she asked without answering. Her voice had the slightest hint of disappointment, as if she was afraid she’d done something wrong. Surely the fact that he was sporting a solid erection was proof enough he was enjoying the sensation.

“Well, yeah… I just don’t want be in the position of being on the receiving end all the time,” he answered. Kellie seemed a bit surprised by this. After all, this 19 year old who could give expert fellatio had never received oral pleasure of her own until this morning. Chris remember how ungiving and self-centered males of Kellie’s age could be.

“I’m sorry,” she began. She paused, and the reason for her reluctance became obvious with her next statement.

“It's just that most of the guys I’m… with… usually don’t seem to notice if I’m enjoying myself or not.”

Chris started to feel sorry for her. Just then, though, she tightened her grip and began stroking him harder and faster. He finally let out a quiet groan, which seemed to please Kellie quite a bit. He ejaculated, with some of it shooting onto the floor, and the rest getting on her hands. She pulled her hands from under the table, and licked the cum off of her fingers.

“You’re going to have to tell me how you get it to taste like mint,” she said.

Unreal. Chris was again reminded he must be dreaming. There’s no way this could be happening.

“I’d better wash my hands now,” she said, and got up from the table.

Chris had only a few seconds to reflect on what had just occurred, the revelation that he was now capable of producing pleasing-flavored semen, before the next shocker occurred.

“We need to talk.”

It was Melissa, the woman from the store. Except this time she was dressed in a business suit and was carrying a brief case.

“Huh?” Chris replied, stunned.

“It seems as though you’ve been granted a wish that never went through the proper channels,” she said.

“Huh?” Chris repeated.

She sat down, bumping into his still-protruding dick as she slid into the booth.

“Put that thing away and listen,” she commanded. “Yesterday you made a wish. That wish was granted, but was never approved by the Approval Committee. You are currently living an unauthorized wish, and I’m here to let you know the consequences,” she explained.

“Who ARE you?” he asked.

“I’m an employee of the Wish Actualization Committee and Keepers Of Fantasy Fulfillment,” she stated.

Chris merely looked even more confused.

“WACKOFF for short.”

“Oh.”

“We monitor wishes, be they birthday, penny fountain, wishbones, etc. You wish to be, quote: guy that Kellie would want, unquote, was granted accidentally late last night. Accompanying characteristics, such as your adjusted age, athletic build, and 12 inch penis, were installed early this morning. Because of a glitch in our system, you received your wish, and are currently experiencing the full effects of that wish,” Melissa added.

“Oh,” Chris repeated.

“My attempted seduction of you this morning was an attempt to break the wish, since having sexual relations with me would have shown you weren’t serious about being the kind of guy Kellie would want. Had you had sex with me, the wish would’ve been automatically broken and you’d awaken with no knowledge of the experience other than as a passing dream,” she explained.

Chris was having a tough time believing her, but the evidence was undeniable.

“Is part of your job usually involve sleeping with guys?”

“No, but have you seen yourself? I’m on the verge of ripping your clothes off right here and now. Plus, part of the ‘remodeling’ we did on you involves not just increased penis size, but sexual appetite and prowess as well. Of course, you’re the one who’s missing out. I’m amazing in bed; I do work for a wish fulfillment agency after all.”

Chris had no time to consider the ramifications of this before she began explaining again.

“Here’s what happened yesterday: three simultaneous and compatible wishes were made. You wished to be what Kellie wants at the same time Kellie was at a wishing well and wished for the guy you have become, while also your wife wished for a weekend away from you as she pulled a wishbone apart while making dinner,” she stated. “Three simultaneous compatible wishes overloaded the system and were granted with one action.”

“Wait a second here,” Chris said. His quick grasp of the situation seemed to not be affected by the bizarre nature of it all. “Not that I’m complaining, but don’t you have safe-guards in place to prevent stuff like this from happening?”

“We’re still trying to repair our network from being bombarded by Red Sox fans,” she replied. “Since this is an unauthorized wish, ordinarily it could be easily corrected, but with the network still being repaired, I had to break this one manually. Since you weren’t going for my act earlier, I decided to be more direct. Again, that a real shame because not only would it have fixed my problem, but it’d have gotten you some great pussy.”

Chris’s erection was beginning to return.

“To sum up: All you have to do to break this wish is to cheat on Kellie,” she concluded.

“What happens then?” he asked.

“Then you go back to your normal life, your wife, and your regular body,” she said. She then looked under the table.

“By the way, Tina really wants to join in, too,” she said, referring to the other girl from the store.

“She works for you?” he asked.

“She’s in training. I really am trying to teach her everything I know about sex.”

“Really? How much training has she already gotten?”

“Let’s just say we’re spending a lot of one-on-one time working on it,” Melissa answered as she got up from the table. She handed him a business card.

“Call me when you want the wish to be broken,” she added and walked away.

Chris looked at the card.

“Why would I want THIS wish to be broken?” he asked himself.

Kellie came back to the table, and it didn’t take long for their food to arrive. They didn’t say much as they ate, as if they had a silent agreement to get back to her dorm room as soon as possible. She insisted on paying the ticket (convenient considering Chris didn’t have a wallet), and were back at the dorm within 30 minutes.

As much as he wanted to have sex with her (even after having gotten off three times already today), he had one thing he wanted to take care of first.

“Do you mind if I shower?” he asked once they got back to her room. Unfortunately, such as the case in dorm life, Kellie had no shower of her own, as all the girls on the floor had to shower in the common facilities down the hall. He undressed and wrapped a towel around his naked body before leaving for the showers so he wouldn’t have to undress in front of anyone. Each shower stall had its own curtain, and Kellie made sure he had plenty of soap and shampoo to use.

He closed the curtain behind him and threw the towel over the curtain rod. He showered quickly, since he was anxious to get back to Kellie’s room. He’d wanted to have sex with her for a long time, but was still self-conscious enough to want to smell nice while they did it. He hadn’t had this new body for long, and wasn’t sure how long it might’ve been since it had a shower. As he lathered and rinsed he thought about what Melissa had said at the restaurant. As ludicrous as it was, and as ludicrous as this entire day had been, he had no choice but to believe her. The evidence was right in front of him.

One thing that wasn’t right in front of him, he noticed as he finished, was his towel. It’d either slipped and fell off the shower curtain rod, or someone was playing a prank on him. Suddenly the curtain opened.

“Looking for this?” Stacy asked. She was holding his towel. “I don’t know… it looks dirty. Maybe you could borrow mine?” She pulled her own towel off, exposing her naked body which rivaled Kellie’s in perfection. Stacy was shorter than Kellie, but he breasts were bigger in proportion to her body. Her dark hair and tan skin also differed from Kellie, but her pubic hair was totally shaved. He then realized he was staring point blank at one of the best bodies he’d ever seen in person, and all he could do was compare her to the girl down the hall.

Any other time, his cock would’ve probably completely harden just from the magnificent site of her. Fortunately, he was in more control of his anatomical reactions since he’d already had a blowjob, tit-fuck, and handjob in just the last few hours.

“I’m not interested,” he said, and tried to get past her.

She persisted.

“You’re soaking wet… and so is my tight pussy,” she added.

“He said he’s not interested!” It was Kellie.

Stacy put her towel back on.

“Oh, I was just testing his loyalty for you,” she explained in a way that everyone was aware she was lying.

“Thanks, but right now I’d rather test his stamina,” Kellie replied. She grabbed his hand, and led Chris out of the shower area. He was still completely naked as she led him down the hallway. His penis harden as they marched to her room (gathering many more admiring stares as they traveled).

When they got there she slammed the door behind them. Kelly then spoke the words Chris had been wanting to hear for a long time.

“Fuck. Me. Now.”

Chris put on one of the condoms he’d obtained earlier, and was ready to go.

Kellie pushed him so that he fell backwards onto her bed. She quickly pulled her clothes off, and jumped on top of him. She then pulled him forward where his face was between her big tits. He began kissing them before she let go of his head and he fell flat on the bed. His dick was solid and stiff against his stomach, and she began grinding her bush against his long shaft until it was slick with moisture. She rolled over on her back, pulling Chris on top of her.

“Give it to me,” she snarled, her face a cross between authoritarian and desperation. Her legs spread wide, allowing him to get between them.

The moment had finally arrived, and he began to push the long hard pole into her waiting pussy.

“OH… MY… GOD!” she yelled, and gripped the bed sheets as he pushed it into her. He then gently began to slowly slide it back and forth inside her as she gritted her teeth and breathed heavily. Each push became easier as she adjusted to the girth of his fat dick.

Her slender body was tense, and her smooth legs were wrapped around his waste. She moaned with delight as she arched her back underneath him. He pulled back a little to give her room. As he pulled back, he looked at her breasts heaving, and leaned down to lick her nipples. He then moved his tongue across her torso to her neck, still sliding himself back and forth inside her. Her eyes rolled back inside of her head as she moaned louder.

His erection couldn’t get all the way inside of her, but what he was getting inside her looked like it might be the best thing she’d ever felt. He began sliding himself faster, and his decision was met with a squeal of approval.

Chris pulled closer to her, trying to push his cock a little farther into her with each thrust. Her moaning turned into screaming, and it became apparent she was beginning to orgasm. Her arms, which were laying beside her, began to stiffen, and her hands made fists. She then threw her arms around his waste, pulling him as he thrusted. She let out one more loud moan, then let go. Chris wasn’t finished, but apparently she was. It’d only taken a couple of minutes, but Chris had managed to get her off.

He continued thrusting slowly, and she asked him, “Can I be on top?”

Kellie may have climaxed, but she wasn’t done. He rolled over on his back, pulling her along, his dick never pulling out of her. She sat up right on him, and moved her hips up and down. She planted her hands flat on his hips to help keep her balance as she tried to maneuver herself on top of him.

Kellie looked magnificent as her naked body rode his big cock. He reached and caressed her breasts while she did all of the work. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be biting her lower lip.

“I want to fuck you forever,” she moaned. Chris smiled. How could this get any better?

“What the hell’s going on in here?” a voice suddenly asked. In their passion, neither Chris nor Kellie had noticed they had just been joined.

“Mary!” Kellie exclaimed.

Apparently Kellie’s roommate had gotten home early.

INTERLUDE

Mary got back to her home from college for the weekend late Friday afternoon. She arrived at her house only to find that her parents weren’t home. The nineteen year old college freshman found a note from her parents on the kitchen table which read:

“Mary,

We had to go to your Grandmother’s house to help her get ready for your Grandpa’s birthday party tomorrow night. We’ll probably spend the night there. Juan will be home to keep you company. We’ll call later.

Love,

Mom”

Juan was the 18 year old foreign exchange student Mary’s parents had let stay with them this year. We was from Spain, and attended the high school Mary had gone to last year.

“Great,” she thought. Mary, an Irish Catholic girl with red hair, didn’t care much for Juan and his flirtatious ways. While she’d home for Christmas break, Juan had tried to kiss Mary, but she wanted nothing to do with him. She suspected he chased a lot of girls, and with his good looks and athletic body, probably got quite a few of them. Mary had her life all planned out. She’d marry a college guy and stay a virgin until her wedding night.

Sometimes, though, she caught herself wondering what it was like to have sex. She had one older sister who was already married, but had been, in her opinion, a slut before she got married, and married her boyfriend because he’d gotten her pregnant. That wasn’t going to happen to Mary.

It didn’t help matters that her college dorm roommate Kellie was also sexually active, and gave her grief from time to time about her inexperience. When Kellie learned that Mary had never even seen a boy naked, she had insisted that Mary look at some magazine pictures of naked men. Mary was revolted, or at least she thought she was. She couldn’t believe that any girl would want to look at a man’s penis. To her it looked like a disfigured worm. And yet, Mary found herself thinking about the pictures from time to time, wondering what it’d be like to hold it, or have it inside her. Kellie had even told Mary that she’d occasionally sucked boy’s penises and let them ejaculate in her mouth (or as Kellie put it, “blow their load”). She’d described it to Mary at great length to taunt her, but for some reason Mary memorized every detail of the “blowjob”.

Mary assumed it was fitting that Kellie would be a sexual pervert, since there was no shortage of college boys wanting to have sex with Kellie. Mary didn’t feel she was as good looking as Kellie. Her breasts weren’t as large, she didn’t have the blonde hair or the tan, and certainly wasn’t willing to have sex with any of them. There had been boy’s, like Juan, who’d tried to pick Mary up, but she almost always got offended and told them to leave her alone.

Juan was walking down the stairs, putting on a heavy jacket.

“Hi, Mary,” he said, sounding happy to see her.

“Oh, hi,” she replied. She walked passed him.

“One of my friends is picking me up,” he informed her. “Do you want to go?”

“No thanks,” she replied. She wasn’t interested in hanging out with highs school kids after all, and had a lot of studying to do before Monday. Still, she wouldn’t have minded going out if she knew the people she’d be with. She only barely knew Juan.

“I hope you don’t mind sleeping in the guest room tonight,” she informed him as he started to leave. “I’m taking my room back.”

“Oh,” he responded, somewhat disappointed. He didn’t feel it was his place to object, even if she was contradicting what her parents had told him.

A car honked outside, and Juan looked out the window.

“That’s my ride. I’ll see you later,” he said as he left.

She watched him leave, then peaked out of the window to see who he was leaving with. It was already somewhat dark out, but then the guy driving the car got out for a second. It was someone Mary knew, alright. The driver motioned for Juan to hurry, and they both got into the car and drove away.

The driver was Steve Kurtz, who’d been a star JV player during Mary’s senior year. Since he was an athlete, that might explain why he was friends with Juan. She hadn’t bothered to get to know any of the people in the class behind hers, but she knew Steve by reputation.

Steve was pretty popular with the girls at the local high school, even while Mary was there. He was just okay looking, and had a decent body, since he was an athlete. For the longest time Mary couldn’t understand why so many girls wanted to date him, an average looking junior class jock. One afternoon on the phone, though, she finally asked her friend Karen why the boy was so popular.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Karen responded in a surprised way.

“No, should I?” she asked.

"I guess not. It's probably because of the rumor about him,” Karen answered.

“What rumor?”

“Some of the girls say that Steve has a really big thing.”

“Thing?”

“You know, his thing,” Karen tried to explain.

“Huh?”

“Everybody thinks Steve has a big dick!”

Of course, Mary knew enough about sex to know what a dick was, and what the girls she knew wanted to do with them, but she’d never heard of size being something girls had preferences about. Of course she never saw it herself first hand, but a few weeks later Karen revealed that she’d gone on a date with him.

“Mary, I saw it!” she said excitedly.

“Saw what?”

“Steve Kurtz’s dick!”

“So?” she responded, still not getting what all the fuss was about.

“Mary, its freakin’ huge!” she stated. Mary did not share her enthusiasm.

“Did you have sex with him?” she asked.

“No… I just touched it. Actually, I gave him a handjob,” she admitted.

“A what?” Mary asked. Her sheltered life was beginning to show.

“I stroked his dick until he squirted.”

“Oh, you got him to ejaculate.” Mary was beginning to catch on.

As Mary watched Steve drive away, she thought about her conversation with Karen. At the time she’d been disgusted, but now she was curious. She’d seen the pictures Kellie had shown her, but wondered what was considered big. Maybe when they came back, she could get Steve to show it to her. No, that was a bad idea. Juan would be there, and Steve might expect her to perform some sex act. She didn’t have enough experience talking to boys to know how to trick him into showing it to her, but she couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like.

Kellie did her homework, took a shower, and went to bed around 9:30, which was early even for her. Her thoughts began to wander back to Steve, and penises in general. She thought about the pictures Kellie had shown her, and about how having a big penis must be a good thing, since so many girls wanted to be with a guy who had one. Eventually she fell asleep, but not before thinking to herself, “I wish I’d get to see some big penises.”

When she woke up it was morning. She walked down the hall to the bathroom, and opened the door.

Juan stood with his back to her naked, having apparently just gotten out of the shower. Mary knew she should probably leave immediately, but she froze in the doorway. His body was trim and muscular, with wide shoulders and well defined muscles and firm buttocks.

“Oh my God!” Mary exclaimed.

Rather than trying to cover himself up, Juan just turned around.

“Hello, Mary,” he said, as if nothing was wrong.

Between his legs, she saw his penis. It was a bit darker than the rest of his body, and hung about halfway down his leg.

Suddenly, Mary was no longer in control of herself. Staring at it, she began walking towards Juan.

“You can touch it if you want,” Juan said amused. Mary the prude was captivated by his naked body, and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity to get her to loosen up.

Without saying a word, Mary touched it and held it in her hand. Her grip tighten, and his penis began to harden.

“Its getting bigger!” Mary exclaimed. Although she understood sex, and she knew that the male penis would become erect, she’d never seen an erection before, as this was the first penis she’d ever seen in real life. She began to stroke his hardening penis, the way Karen had said she’d done in their conversation the previous year.

“That’s it,” Juan said, encouraging her. Had she not been so captivated, she might have thought it strange he did nothing to discourage her. Of course, not everyone had worked so hard to avoid sexual situation the way Mary had done.

She continued to stroke him, and his member got even harder. She started pumping her hand harder.

“Get on your knees,” Juan said.

Mary didn’t know where this was going, but she was afraid he’d take it away from her if she didn’t do as he asked. She held on to him as she got down on her knees in front of him. Mary looked up at him. Juan’s whole body was good to look at, she noticed.

“I want to put it in your mouth,” he said to her. “I want you to suck my cock.”

A normal boy being given a handjob by an attractive older girl might count his blessings and let her finish him off. Juan, however, was an overeager 18 year old, who was determined to get as much as he can from her. She was enjoying it after all, why not find out what else she might enjoy?

Mary remembered the story Kellie had told her about a guy she’d done this with. Kellie had put the boy’s penis in her mouth, and massaged it with her lips and tongue until he’d ejaculated. Kellie said she liked to swallow the “cum”, but knew a lot of girls who spit it out afterwards, or had the boy shoot it on their faces. It’d sounded disgusting at the time, but now sounded wonderful.

She opened her mouth, and Juan slid it between her lips. She knew enough from Kellie to only touch it with her lips and tongue, and not her teeth (which admittedly sounded painful). He slid it back and forth in her open mouth. She looked up at him as he did it. He looked good to her, better than he’d ever looked before.

Remembering what Kellie had told her, she put one hand around the base of his penis and held him steady. She then began bobbing her head up and down on his hardened manhood. As she sucked, she wondered for a second if Juan’s was as big as Steve’s. Maybe she could get Steve to show her his big cock by offering to blow him.

She kept sucking. It felt like Juan’s cock was getting even bigger. She pulled away to have a look, when suddenly Juan moaned in ecstasy. His hot semen shot out onto her face.

Mary got up off of her knees, and looked at him. She suddenly regained her sense, realizing what she’d done. Without saying a word, Mary ran out of the room. She quickly changed into regular clothes from her pajamas, put her books in her car, and drove way. She didn’t say another word to Juan the whole time.

The Catholic guilt had taken over, as Mary had done something she had believed was a sin. Maybe back at school, she could finally stop thinking about boys and their big cocks.

And now back to our story…

“I want to fuck you forever,” Kellie moaned. Chris smiled. How could this get any better?

“What the hell’s going on in here?” a voice suddenly asked. In their passion, neither Chris nor Kellie had noticed they had just been joined.

“Mary!” Kellie exclaimed.

Apparently Kellie’s roommate had gotten home early.

Mary’s look was cross between shock and disgust. Kellie could understand the reaction, but not the sense of surprise that Mary had exclaimed. Mary knew by now that Kellie had boys over while she was visiting her family. She also knew that Kellie wasn’t ashamed of it. This was evident by the fact that Kellie continued to bounce up and down on Chris’s hard penis while they spoke.

Mary continued to watch, and Kellie gave her an angry look back. She rode Chris even harder.

“I can’t believe you!” Mary said accusingly.

“What did I do?” Kellie shot back.

“You’re such a slut!” Mary replied.

“You’d be a slut too if you knew how much fun it was!”

Kellie’s reply was true in a way. While she didn’t like being called a slut, she did enjoy sex and didn’t see anything wrong with that. However, she knew she could get under Mary’s skin more if she embraced the name-calling.

As awkward as this experience seemed, Chris couldn’t help but be turned on by it. Kellie was one of the hottest girls Chris had ever seen in his life. She was certainly the hottest girl he’d ever gotten to have sex with. Mary, while not as overtly sexual as Kellie, was also very attractive.

Mary left the room, and Chris and Kellie were alone again. Kellie’s legs tightened along the side of his thighs, as she let out a grunt. She rode him faster and faster, until finally she threw her head back and screamed.

“OOOOHHH MMYYY GOD!” Kellie cried out as she climaxed.

Chris himself couldn’t help it himself anymore. Just a few seconds after she let out her orgasmic cry, Chris ejaculated with his own intense orgasm. Kellie smiled down at him as she realized that he was finished. Partly out of satisfaction from having such an intense finish of her own, but also from knowing that she’d been able to get her dream guy to cum at almost the exact same moment. The moment was a perfect snapshot of sexual ecstasy.

Her breathing slowed, and she rolled off of him onto the bed. The laid side by side for a few minutes. Chris grabbed some Kleenex and pulled the condom off of his semi-hard dick.

Kellie watched, continuing to marvel at its huge size. Her thoughts, however, were now predominantly about her prudish intruder from minutes earlier.

“I really wish that girl would get laid. Maybe then she’d loosen up…” Kellie’s words trailed off as she got an idea.

“Say… how’d you like to fuck my roommate?”

Mary left the room and headed to the bathroom. She didn’t have any reason to go, but needed to get out of there while Kellie screwed her new boy toy.

“Hey, Mary,” someone said as Mary marched down the hallway.

Mary turned around. It was Stacy, Kellie’s even more promiscuous friend. Why was Stacy even speaking to her? They’d never really spoken before, and weren’t exactly on friendly terms, as Stacy had given Mary the unflattering moniker “Virgin Mary” at some point during the previous semester. While Mary was disturbed this was being used as a slur against her, it had kept her from getting considerable unwanted attention from the frat-boy community. Except for the occasional fraternity brother who thought he could make a name for himself by defrosting the ice queen (the official score on that one being Virgin Mary 7, Frat Boys 0), she was mostly left alone because of her reputation.

“Is she still in there with that guy?” Stacy asked.

“Yeah, there’s in there acting like jackrabbits,” she replied. The answer came across as more friendly than Mary had intended, probably because Mary’s self-imposed exile from her own room now gave her some time to kill.

“Really?” Stacy replied, not sounding surprised at all. “Life isn’t fair. I bet I’m way better in bed than she is, but she gets all the guys because she’s a blonde with big boobs…” Stacy began rambling.

Yes, Mary thought, it’s a real shame for you that you only get to sleep with a thousand guys a months instead of a million. Of course, Mary was too polite to say that out loud.

“It’s just a guy, Stacy, who cares?” she asked instead.

“Just a guy with a foot-long dick!” she retorted.

Mary paused. “Foot long…?” she asked, suddenly interested.

“You didn’t see it?” Stacy was confused.

“It was kind of hidden, if you follow my meaning.”

“Oh,” Stacy said, getting it.

“Was it really a foot long?” Mary asked urgently. Suddenly her guilt trip from what she’d done with Juan was gone, and all that remained was an intense interest in the large penis attached to the guy in her room.

“Oh, yeah,” she answered. “It was the biggest one I’ve ever seen!”

“Me, too,” said another girl, walking by.

“You saw it, too?” Mary asked her.

“Hell, the whole floor did. He was walking down the hall naked.”

Mary was plainly jealous and frustrated. “Damn it! I miss EVERYTHING around here.”

“Say… how’d you like to fuck my roommate?” Kellie asked.

“That girl?” Chris asked back. This was weird. He’d already been warned that if he cheated on her, the wish that brought him here would be broken. But what if she wanted him to have sex with her roommate? Would that count? Even besides that, there was something very unsettling about having sex with Mary, given that she wasn’t already sexually active. She was a very attractive girl, but something didn’t seem right about the idea.

“Yeah,” Kellie replied.

Chris gave a confused look.

“I’m just kidding. I’m not sharing you with her!” Kellie said with a laugh. She grabbed his dick and began stroking it. She looked down at it.

He was relieved, but at the same time suspected maybe she wasn’t as kidding as she’d said she was.

“I want you all to myself,” she said as if she was speaking directly to the penis.

If there was a limit to Chris’s new recuperative powers, he’d yet to find them. The sight of Kellie and the feel of her stroking him caused him to begin to become aroused once again.

“You’re unreal,” she said admiringly. “We can finish this when I get back.”

“Back from where?” he asked.

“I got practice…”

She got up off of the bed, and opened her closet, pulling out a cheerleader’s uniform that was hanging up. She started putting it on over her beautiful naked body. Chris remembered that she’d been one in high school so it makes sense she might carry on in college.

“Maybe you can wear that later,” he suggested. She grinned. “Oh, so you like cheerleaders, huh?”

“Sure,” he replied. “What’s there not to like?”

“I don’t know…,” she answered. “Most of the other cheerleaders I’ve met are pretty competitive… almost too competitive. Ever seen a locker room full of girls fighting over who’s going to be the next to sleep with the quarterback? Its not pretty.”

He laughed.

“You weren’t a quarterback in high school, were you?” she asked.

“No, I wasn’t into sports much,” he said.

“Yeah… I think a lot of guys just play football because they know it’ll get them laid,” she observed. “I guess having a big dick makes up for not being a jock with a lot of girls.”

“No,” he contradicted her. “I didn’t have much sex in high school.”

She looked at him in disbelief, then down at his penis. “Right.”

He chuckled a little, and she smiled again. “You want to watch me practice?”

Chris didn’t need to be asked twice, and he quickly grabbed his clothes and started getting dressed. He often enjoyed the Cheerleader competitions on ESPN, partially out of admiration to the athleticism it did take to do many of the more difficult flips and formations the cheerleaders do, but also because cheerleaders tended to be really cute or have really nice bodies.

He wasn’t taking his time getting his clothes on, but he was intentionally waiting until the last thing to zip his pants up. He wasn’t looking at her, but he could feel Kellie’s gaze focus on his long hanging dick. Before he could put it away, the door opened again.

It was Mary, and Stacy was with her.

Before Chris even realized they were there, Mary’s eyes locked on to his crotch.

“We were just leaving,” Kellie said pointedly.

“All three of you?” Stacy joked. Her eyes were also focused on the large penis, but she was more prepared than Mary was since she’d already seen it several times earlier that day. Mary, on the other hand, was taken aback by the sight to the point of speechlessness.

Chris finally tucked it away, and he and Kellie left the dorm room.

“Welcome to the club, Mary,” Stacy quipped after the door closed behind them.

Mary, still stunned by the sight of the endowment, looked at her confused. “Club?”

“Yeah, the ‘I Got to Get That Dick’ Club,” Stacy answered.

On the way to cheerleader practice, Chris finally managed to have a conversation with Kellie that didn’t revolve around sex in some way. Not that he didn’t still think she was awesomely hot, but he’d lost track of how many times she’d gotten him off that day, and a change of pace was nice.

The gym where the cheerleaders practices wasn’t too far away from Kellie’s dorm, but Kellie was still a couple of minutes late getting there since she left her dorm late. Chris made his way up the stands as Kellie joined her teammates on the floor.

“Nice of you to join us, Kellie,” the lead cheerleader said sarcastically.

Kellie walked up to her and began telling her something. The girl then glanced at Chris, and returned her attention to the rest of the squad.

After a quick warm-up, the girls started one of their routines which was a lot more sexually suggestive than Chris had anticipated. The thrusting pelvises, quick squats, and pleasant bouncing seemed a lot more risqué than the routines he remembered from his high school and college years. It didn’t take long for the crotch of his jeans to fill up with his hardening cock. The routine was making him incredibly horny, and he started to wonder where he could get away to. Much more of this and he’d need to jack off just to be able to function as a human being.

After about another 20 minutes, the girls broke formation. Kellie, along with the squad captain, walked over to Chris, who was still seated on the bleachers.

“Chris, this is Becca,” she informed him.

Becca looked to be about 21, with short brown hair tied in a pony-tail. She was fairly petite, and had a big grin on her face. If Katie Couric had a college-age daughter, this would be her.

“Hello,” Chris said politely. Normally he’d stand up, but the boner in his pants was keeping him immobilized.

“Hi!” she said back. “Do you go to school here?”

“No… I’m just visiting,” he responded nervously. He couldn’t help but wonder why Kellie brought the other girl over here. Becca was very cute, and ordinarily he’d be checking her out and/or trying to flirt with her. With Kellie right there, he knew it would be pointless, and besides, Kellie was more than willing to fuck his brains out.

Conversely, Becca did not mind checking Chris out. It was kind of sexy in a way, and apparently Kellie either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Do you like our practice so far?” Becca asked.

“Yeah, you guys are great,” he replied.

“Thank you! We pride ourselves on how…flexible we are,” she said flirtatiously. Everything she said seemed extra chipper and enthusiastic. She was a walking cheerleader stereotype, and there was something very sexy about that.

This conversation was already getting him even more aroused when Kellie decided to sit on his knee. Her short skirt covered his crotch, and her hand was positioned alongside his hard penis. She then gave it a squeeze as she looked Becca in the eye.

"Maybe later we can all do something together,” Kellie said.

Chris finally reached his limit.

“Um, if you two would mind excusing me, I think I need to find a restroom,” he said nervously.

“Sure!” Becca said. “There’s a men’s locker room right down the hall!”

Kellie got up, and Chris tried to turn his back to them and walk away quickly so they wouldn’t notice the appearance of his big, hard dick.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Becca began to giggle.

“Why did you tell him to go to *that* locker room?” Kellie asked. “It doesn’t have a restroom in it.”

“You really think he’s going to take a piss?” Becca asked back. “That, my friend, is the men’s shower with the best views.” Kellie looked confused.

“Oh, that’s right, you weren’t going to school here back when it was being used all the time,” she began to explain. “There’s a room adjacent to it that’s perfect for getting a good look inside.”

Kellie wasn’t sure if Chris was off to do what Becca thought, but she had to admit the idea of watching him stroke his cock turned her on.

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Having nothing better to do, Mary accompanied Stacy back to her room. When they got there, Stacy informed her that she had something to show her that would "change her life." Mary was skeptical, but curious. Stacy pulled a box from under her bed and handed it to Mary, which Mary promptly opened.

It was a short tube, probably about 8 inches long, with a small switch on the end. Mary took it out of the box, and pushed the switch. The tube began making a humming noise and vibrating.

"I haven't used it since I got it," Stacy explained. "I think my old one wore out."

Mary gave her a puzzled look.

"Do you know what that is?" she asked Mary.

"No..." Mary answered cautiously.

"It’s a vibrator," Stacy informed her.

Mary had heard of such a device, and hard that it was a device some women used, but was confused as to what she was expected to do with it.

"You use it to masturbate," she told her.

Mary looked disgusted by the mention of the word.

"I take it you've never masturbated?"

"Heavens no!" she replied vehemently.

"Wow, you don't know what you're missing. Take this back to your room, turn it on, and rub it against your vagina," she instructed her.

"I could never..." Mary protested.

"It helps if you think about a guy you like while you do it," Stacy instructed.

Mary still looked opposed to the idea.

"I promise I won't tell anyone," she then added.

Mary started to say something, but stopped. She'd heard of people satisfying their sexual urges by masturbating. Maybe this would help take her mind off of Juan and Chris and their big, throbbing--

"Okay," Mary said, and quickly left the room with the box in her hands.

Mary took the vibrator out of the box. It was skinnier than Chris or Juan’s penises, but she was still curious. She remembered how her heart raced and the area between her legs moistened at the anticipation of getting Juan off, or when she saw Chris’s big slab of manhood.

She pulled her pants off, then her panties, and stuck the device between her legs. This wasn’t so great, she thought. Determined to find out what the big deal was, she kept rubbing herself with it. Maybe if I pretend…

She thought of Juan’s naked body, and how his dick hung between his legs. She imagined touching it, and it hardening in her hands as it had before. This time, though, instead of sucking on it, what if she imagined he was sliding it inside her? She then slid the vibrator into her newly-wet pussy and pulled it out.

Wow. That was different…

She kept imagining Juan sliding his tan cock in and out of her as she manipulated the device. After doing this a few times, she felt the switch that Stacie had mentioned.

What’s this do?

She flipped it, and the device now began to vibrate… and the sensation of it felt even better. She slid it in and out of her a few more times…

…and there was a knock at the door.

She had forgotten to lock it, but fortunately whoever was on the outside had enough decency not to just barge in.

“Just a second,” she responded nervously and put the vibrator back in its box and threw the box under her bed. She threw a robe on to cover the fact she was naked below the waist, and she finally opened the door.

It was Juan.

“Mary, hello, I wanted to talk to you,” he began.

Juan, of course, couldn’t have known that only seconds before Mary was masturbating as she thought about him, and that she was at the height of sexual arousal. Completely accident, his timing was perfect.

“Talk?” she replied and smiled. She then pulled him by the arm into the room and locked it behind him.

Surprised, he stood motionless as Mary dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt. Before he could utter another word, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Apparently Juan didn’t believe in underwear, but it didn’t matter because that’d have only slowed her down. She grabbed his dick in her hand and lifted it up so she could lick the head of it. Then she licked the underside of it, down the shaft to his balls. He got hard almost immediately, and as soon as he was, she pushed him backwards onto the bed.

“Mary… are you okay…” he asked, confused. The girl who’d not given him the time of day before was now about to fuck him without so much as a “hello”.

She pulled her robe off to reveal her exposed pussy. She then climbed on top of him.

“I just want you to screw me,” she replied. She grinded her wet lips against his hard dick, and he quickly pushed it up so he could slide it into her. She began to bounce up and down on it with reckless abandon.

Juan began to unbutton her blouse.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to touch your breasts,” he replied.

“Why?”

“Trust me,” he answered.

He finished unbuttoning her, and then she helped him by removing her bra. He cupped his hands around her B-cup tits, and applied light pressure to her hard nipples.

“That feels good!” Mary responded; still feverishly bounce up and down on his hard dick. As she did, she ran her hands against his tight, muscular chest. His pecs were firm and well-defined, and his abs were like a topographic map of the Appalachian Mountains.

Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes tightly. Juan leaned up, and began sucking his hard nipples. Nothing had ever felt this good before. She continued bouncing on his stiff manhood, riding him like a prize stallion.

Juan leaned back, and began thrusting into her as she rode him. Her heart raced faster and faster, and her body felt like it was about to explode. Finally it happened. Every muscle in her body was overwhelmed with sheer ecstasy and she shivered as she called his name.

“Juan!” she yelled.

Just as she concluded her outburst, he rolled from underneath her, pulling his hard dick out. She fell to the bed’s surface and he kneeled over her still-heaving body. Then, his dick erupted and shot his semen onto her chest and stomach. He grunted and collapsed on the bed next to her.

Chris entered the empty room and turned the lights on. It didn’t look like it had been used in a while, and there was no toilets or urinals to be found…of course he wasn’t really there to relieve himself in the traditional sense. His cock was about to bust out of his pants. Part of whatever had transformed him into Kellie’s ideal man had also made him horny as hell. He’d already had several sexual encounters today, and still could go for more.

The room he’d been directed to had plenty of showers…perhaps a cold one would calm down his raging boner. He pulled off his shoes and sox, and then pealed his shirt off. He looked down at himself, admiring the great shape he was in. .

Of course he had no way of knowing he wasn’t the only one admiring his body. Becca was peeking at him through one of several hidden holes from the next room over. With her were Kellie and two other girls, named Sandy and Mandy. It was no coincidence that their names rhymed, as they were twins, and possibly two of the most sought after girls on campus.

“It looks like he’s shoplifting a cucumber,” Mandy observed.

Sandy and Mandy were both popular members of cheerleading squad, but because they were beautiful long-haired brunette twins, they were probably the object of more than a few thousand male fantasies on campus. Rumor also had it they had engaged in more than one ménage a trios during their years so far in college. This rumor was completely true.

The sexual adventures had started in high school. When she was 16, Mandy had a boyfriend named Frank who she began sleeping with. Sandy, slightly more shy and less inclined to wear the types of clothes that caught boys’ attention, was very jealous of Mandy. Mandy finally confronted Sandy about her jealousy after a few weeks. The argument came to a head when Mandy finally asked her sister, point blank, “Do you want to hook up with Frank?”

Sandy admitted she was.

“No problem,” Mandy announced. “I’m not in love with him or anything. He’s just fun to mess around with.”

“Really? You’d let me sleep with your boyfriend?” Sandy asked.

“He doesn’t even have to know its you. You can say you’re me,” she answered, as if she’d been planning this all along.

That Friday, the girls’ parents went out of town. The two girls lived in a four bedroom house. Their two bedrooms were attached by a common bathroom. They dressed identically (blue button down blouse, short skirt, and heels), and Mandy went out with Frank while Sandy stayed home. After a few hours, Mandy returned. Sandy hid in the bathroom, waiting for Mandy to switch with her. After about 10 minutes, Mandy came into the bathroom. She no longer looked like Mandy, though. He hair was slightly messed up, her lipstick was smudged, and the top five buttons of her shirt were undone.

“I got him good and ready for you,” she explained. The virginal Sandy wasn’t sure what that meant, but hoped it was a good sign. “You won’t even have to talk to him. I made him promise he’d eat me out, so that’s where he’ll start. That’ll get you good and wet for him to screw you.”

Sandy was nervous, but Mandy assured her, “I’ll be right here to switch with you if you want to back out.”

Sandy peaked out the door, and saw Frank with his shirt off, and smiled. He looked so hot to her.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” she replied. She then turned off the bathroom light and walked out into the room.

“There you are,” Frank said appreciatively.

Sandy said nothing, but slid off her panties under her skirt and sat on the bed next to him. Frank wasted no time, and began licking her inner thigh. He quickly worked his way up to her bush (the twins even made sure their pubic hair was trimmed the same way) and pussy lips. Sandy moaned uncountable as he licked her, having never experienced anything like this before. His head still between her legs, his hands began unbuttoning her shirt and then caressing her C-cup bare breasts. He licked faster as his fingers squeezed her hard nipples.

Still lying on her back, she began gasping for air. This felt 10 times better than she’d hoped, and she was already near an orgasm after only a few minutes. Frank brought his head up and looked at her.

“Is your thing hard?” she asked.

Inside the bathroom, Mandy listened and giggled at the silliness of her question. Surely Frank would realize something was up after such a display of naiveté. However, she underestimated how much Frank’s horniness would overpower his sense of reason.

“Its really hard,” he answered.

“Can I see it? Can I see your thing?”

Was this the kind of dirty talk Sandy thought was common amongst teenagers? Mandy was convinced Frank would figure out what was going on, but he kept going with it.

“Sure,” he answered. He unfastened his jeans and began to unzip them.

Sandy couldn’t take her eyes off of his crotch as he slowly unzipped himself, them pulled his jeans down. There was a clear bulge outline to his boxer shorts. Tired of waiting, Sandy leaned up and grabbed his shorts with both hands, and yanked them down. His nearly-hard penis bounced from the sudden movement, just inches away from Sandy’s face.

She’d only seen one before (she had accidentally walked in on a friend’s older brother changing clothes when she was 15), but she knew that boys liked it when girls sucked on them. She thought about it, but realized there must be more to it than that, and instead decided to wait for him to come to her. She lied down on her back, staring at his hardening cock the entire time.

Frank climbed on top of her, and pulled her shirt up. Instinctively, she spread her legs out. Frank got off the bed, and pulled a condom out of his wallet. He slid it on his hard member, and then climbed back on top of her.

“I’m ready,” she said.

He smiled and kissed her, then slid his hard dick into her. The actual sensation caught her by surprise, but it felt good. He licked her nipples as he slid himself in and out of her. His sliding turned into thrusts, and after a few minutes, he let out a loud sigh, and pulled himself off of her.

“I hope you’re not finished yet,” Mandy said as she entered from the bathroom.

Frank looked puzzled…before remembering that Mandy’s sister was her identical twin.

“Frank, you remember my sister, don’t you?” she asked jokingly.

Frank got a nervous look on his face, as if he could be in trouble.

Sandy, lying on the bed, sat up and gave Frank a quick wave hello. Mandy walked up to Frank and pulled the condom off of his still-hard dick. She pulled a new one out and unrolled it onto his stiff organ, and unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her own firm breasts. Frank sat up, and Mandy straddled him, sliding his aroused organ into her waiting moistness.

Rather than removing herself from the situation, Sandy sat behind Frank, rubbing his chest and licking the side of his face.

Eventually, Frank came for the second time.

And then the girls abruptly kicked him out of the house.

Later that night, the girls made a pact. If either of them had a guy the other wanted, they could share him.

Chris continued to take his clothes off in front of the hidden audience of four horny girls watching him from the other side of the shower room’s thin wall. By the time he unzipped his pants, the girls’ anticipation of viewing whatever it was that was causing the huge bulge in his pants had overtaken whatever caution they were trying to use. He pulled his pants down, and immediately heard three gasps (Kellie had grown used to the sight of his huge penis, so she was not shocked by it the way Sandy, Mandy, and Becca were).

The gasps were muffled enough by the sound of the running water he had just turned on moments earlier. He hoped maybe a cold shower might calm him down after viewing the cheerleading team’s seductive moves. He slid his pants down his thighs, his hard dick bounced up and stuck out parallel to the floor. He didn’t notice that the wall had a removable piece just inched away from where his newly endowed anatomy was pointing.

The removable wall piece was an addition made to this particular shower sometime in the last few years, during the time when the shower was frequented by the college’s sports teams’ members. No one knows who, but someone had installed a removable cover to the other side of the wall. This hole was the perfect size for someone to stick their hands through to give a post-practice handjob to whoever was on the other side.

Kellie noticed what Becca was doing, and immediately tried to talk her out of it.

“I just want to touch it,” Becca responded, brushing Kellie’s objections aside.

Becca stuck her hand through the hole and grabbed Chris by the cock.

“Hey!” he shouted. Whoever was grabbing him had an excellent grip, and he had difficulty pulling free. He tried taking a step backwards, but the hand would budge. Now off-balance, the arm on the other end tugged and pulled Chris through the hole long enough to grab him with a second hand.

“Whoever you are, you’ve got a good grip,” he admitted aloud. The grip on the other end tightened, and he allowed himself to be pulled against the wall.

Becca had pulled almost his entire dick through the hole as she stared at it.

“Tell him I’m you so he’ll let me blow him,” Becca instructed Kellie.

“No,” Kellie whispered back. She wasn’t sure what to do, since she thought Chris might be mad at her for going even this far along with Becca’s scheme before objecting.

“Why should I let YOU have him?” she asked.

“I’m sure he’ll find a way to show his appreciation to you for giving him the best blowjob of his life,” she replied.

Kellie knew Becca had a point. Kellie’s dick-sucking abilities were considerable, but she’d heard enough second hand stories from guys on campus that getting sucked-off by Becca was the Holy Grail of campus oral action. Becca may not have been the hottest girl on campus (although she was extremely attractive), but her reputation for excellent fellatio had made her one of the most sought after dates in the college’s history.

Becca had been raised by her stepmother since she was 13, after her mother died when she was a toddler, and her father died after he remarried a much younger woman. Not being her actual mother, and really only ten years older than her stepdaughter, Becca’s stepmother Tina had been more of an older sister to her than a mother. There was a lot a young woman in her 20s could teach a teenage girl, although most of it would be frowned on by the Department of Family Services. Tina had rationalized teaching her stepdaughter about sex by thinking that it was better for her to learn it from Tina than on “the streets” (ironic considering the plush neighborhood the duo lived in thanks to Becca’s late father’s considerable insurance policy and investment dividends). Tina adamantly held fast to the rule that Becca wasn’t allowed to date older boys, and should refrain from actual intercourse until she was an adult. Becca obeyed her stepmother, although she knew good and well that Becca had given her a big loophole to engage in other sex acts. Thus, the Blowjob Queen of Hayes High School was born.

Having a hot stepmother also had its advantages. Many boys visited Becca in hopes of spending some time with Tina. Becca suspected that Tina had even slept with a few of them. Becca’s 4.0 GPA might have also been the result of Tina’s influence, but she couldn’t be sure. Once she was in college, Becca and Tina became close friends. Trips home frequently involved club-hopping and picking up guys. More than once, Tina and Becca had fucked the same guy in one night, although the idea of a three-way was always rejected by both women.

Becca didn’t wait for Kellie to respond to her reasoning, and she pulled Chris’s hard dick towards her open mouth. Kellie watched horrified, but said nothing. Chris was getting sucked-off right in front of her whether she consented or not. Whatever resistance Chris was holding on to vanished when Kellie’s objections vanished as well. The sight of what was in front of her was giving her a sexual charge, and she rationalized that Becca’s logic was correct. It was best for Chris to think she was the one orchestrating this oral extravaganza.

Just then, the mouth on the other end stopped sucking him.

“Do you like that?” Kellie’s voice asked. Chris only responded with a nod, which Kellie couldn’t see. She assumed he did, and Becca went back to sucking on him.

“Is he going to cum?” Kellie asked. Becca nodded as best she could with most of Chris’s dick down her throat.

“Let me swallow it,” she ordered, and Becca let go of the big organ. She didn’t realize that suddenly letting go would cause him to suddenly loose his balance. Chris fell backwards in the wet shower, hitting his head on the floor, knocking him unconscious.

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Chris slowly awoke to find himself lying in a bed in a brightly lit white room, while a pair of females stood over him. He was dressed in a thin gown, which at the moment was not covering him past his waist.

“Look at those big balls…” the first said as she giggled and pointed to the hairy globes lying between his legs.

“They’re like peaches,” the other observed. “I loooove peaches.”

Before they had a chance to realize he was awake, Chris closed his eyes and didn’t move. His head hurt, so he really didn’t feel like moving, and he wanted to figure out where he was before he alerted anyone he was conscious. He felt one of them cover up his lower body, and heard them walk away and he opened his eyes, realizing he was in a hospital bed.

“I’m longing for the days when nurses wore those tight white uniforms,” he mumbled to himself.

Looking about, he saw that not only was he still in this new “wish body”, but he was sporting an erection which was pointing straight at him under his hospital gown.

“Actually, those two were the doctors,” said a familiar voice.

Melissa, the Wish Actualization Committee and Keepers Of Fantasy Fulfillment representative he’d met earlier…was it today? How long had he been asleep?

“How long have I been here?” Chris asked her.

“About two hours. Long enough to shock the hell out of five doctors and twelve nurses. You’ve become quite the tourist attraction since they brought you in, since you’ve been sporting Mount Everest the entire time. I won’t even get started on how many Candy Stripers got to see their very first hard-on today. Let’s just say you’ve inspired a brand new generation of size queens and leave it at that.”

“Why does my head hurt?”

“You slipped in the shower and knocked yourself out. The girl who’d been blowing you called the campus EMTs, who brought you here. I think her name was Becca.”

“Becca? I thought Kellie…”

“Kellie was just watching, which is fortunate for you, because she’s discovered watching you with other women is a turn-on. It sucks for me (pardon the pun) because I thought you fucking other girls would break the wish and turn things back to normal.”

“Look, Melissa…”

“Hey, that’s Doctor Melissa to you,” she said as she pointed to her fake name badge and hospital scrubs. “And fortunately Kellie’s idea of the perfect man includes having excellent health insurance or else you’d be in debt up to your sizable balls right now.”

“All's well that ends well, I guess…” Chris replied. He tried to sit up, but his head was still throbbing.

“For you maybe. With Kellie’s new fascination with voyeurism, I have no clue how we’re going to break this wish!” she stated.

“What’s this ‘we’ stuff”? Chris asked. “I actually wanted this.”

“Yeah, yeah… I suppose I can understand how a thirty year old man would want to be trapped in the muscular body of a 22 year old with a horse cock and a multi-million dollar trust fund,” she replied sarcastically.

“Multi-million…?” Chris was confused.

“Kellie wished for her perfect man, and you wished to be than man she’d absolutely want. That includes having enough money so you’d never have to work and you two could shop and fuck every day for the rest of your lives. Nineteen year old girls are SO predictable,” Melissa quipped.

Chris made another attempt to sit up. He noticed his head wasn’t the only part of him that was sore. His testicles ached as well. Melissa, as usual, had an explanation.

“Since you didn’t ejaculate during your last encounter, you’ve remained aroused. That semen wants out, hence the discomfort. Your fantasy nuts are producing enough cum to flood a sperm bank. You can fuck 10 times a day if you wanted. I think life would’ve been easier for everyone if Kellie had just wished for a dildo with a credit card.”

“You don’t seem to think very highly of her,” Chris observed, amused.

“Look, I know you’ve spent the last several years jacking off to her, but besides the looks she’s exactly like any other spoiled 19 year old college freshman nymphomaniac. To put it another way: there’s nothing great about her.”

If Chris didn’t know better, he’d swear Melissa was jealous. That was ridicules, though, since Melissa was extremely hot herself, and also happened to work for a supernatural agency that could give anyone anything they wanted. He couldn’t help but think she was allowed to satisfy her own desires with that power on occasion. Why would she possibly want him?

Melissa looked at her watch.

“Aw, shit, look at the time. Well, I’ll be back to check in on you later tonight. See you then,” she said as she walked out of the hospital room.

“See ya…” Chris mumbled. He looked down at the bulge of his erection. “I guess it's just you and me.”

He laid down again flat, and then heard another set of footsteps approach. Until he knew who it was, he decided he’d play possum. He left his eyes cracked open just barely enough so he’d look still asleep while he watched his latest visitor.

The pair of footsteps Chris heard was soon followed by a gentle gust of air as he felt his hospital gown being lifted. An exacerbated gasp quickly followed, and the footsteps quickly scurried away twice as quickly as they’d approached. Amused, Chris sat up in the bed, his huge boner still uncovered.

“What IS that thing?” he heard a voice ask from around the corner. He glanced in the direction of the voice, and a set of eyes was peering at him from around the door.

“You’ve never seen a penis before?” Chris asked, grinning ear-to-ear. This just kept getting better and better.

The stranger’s head poked around the corner.

“My name is Chris,” he offered, trying to calm the girl down.

“Chris, there’s something wrong with your penis. Its swollen,” the girl tried to explain.

“I know. Its because I have an erection,” he said, trying not to laugh. Just how old was this girl?

“Dr. Coleman said there was something wrong with you, and that I should take a look,” the girl said.

“Are you a doctor?” Chris asked sarcastically. Nothing about this made sense to him.

“No, but I want to be. I’ve already been accepted into the University’s pre-med program for next fall,” she explained nervously.

Since there was something inherently wrong with taking joy in having a possibly under-age high school girl looking at his enlarged manhood, Chris covered him self and sat up.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry,” she replied and entered the room. She stood about 5 feet tall, had short blonde hair, and was skinny as a rail. “My name is Vickie. I just started here because I just had my birthday. I’m 18 now... old enough to volunteer.” Chris’s guilt alleviated itself slightly, as he realized (probably due to legal precautions), that all of the hospital volunteers were of legal age, since apparently they’d been playing show and tell with his woody for most of his stay here.

“The only penises I’ve seen have been diagrams in medical books,” she said as she tried to explain her unfamiliarity with male anatomy. She kept glancing at his gown. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really,” Chris said, not sure why he was even having this conversation. “Maybe a little, only because I need to shoot my load…” he explained, confusing her more. “Ejaculate.”

“Oh,” she said, understanding his meaning. There was something cute about her, but he was still weirded out by this experience. His confusion didn’t ease his raging hard-on, though. It still felt like it was hard as a rock.

“Who is Nurse Coleman?” he finally asked her.

“Oh, Nurse Coleman’s my sister. She’s the one who got me this job.”

Yes, it made perfect sense. Except not.

“Let me get this straight…your sister’s a nurse. And she tells you to go around looking at patients’ dicks?”

“No,” Vickie replied, “just YOUR dick.” She then suddenly put her hand over her mouth, realizing she’d said a “bad word.”

“She kept calling you a ‘college Viagra experiment gone wrong’ and thought your situation was quite humorous,” she explained. Chris mentally noted that besides lust and embarrassment, there was a third reaction to seeing a 12 inch boner: levity. This was going to make for some story, if he thought anyone would ever believe him.

If Chris were to rank all of the weird things that have happened to him in the last 24 hours, this would probably not even rank near the top. And, probably to most men, having a naive 18 year old girl stare at your cock would be the highlight of your day. For Chris, this wasn’t even close.

“How do you make it not hard anymore?” Vickie asked. “It seems like having a big, stiff rod sticking out of your crotch might become very inconvenient.” There was just enough innocence in her voice to let Chris know she was trying to logically analyze the situation, but there was also a slight spike of wanting when she hit the words “stiff rod” that made Chris think the sight of his protruding bulge was playing havoc with her hormones.

Vickie stood there perplexed, rubbing her chin as if in deep thought for a few seconds, before literal yelling “A-ha!” and pointing upwards with one finger. Chris’s imagination instantly supplied the light bulb turning on over her head.

“What if you masturbated?” she asked, grinning ear to ear. The grin appeared to be genuine, as she was more pleased she’d come up with a solution to his predicament than she was lusting over the idea of him pulling his cock out again.

Before Chris could say a word, Vickie ran to the door and locked it.

“Can I watch?” she asked.

There was no getting out of this, and he really did need to get rid of the erection. Besides, being exceptionally horny was a side-effect of whatever universal conspiracy had made him the object of Kellie’s lust. Rather than answering, Chris got out of the hospital bed, pulled his gown completely off, and stood naked in front of Vickie.

Her eyes bulged out if her head at the sight of his slim, but well-defined musculature. As he reached down and grabbed his dick, her mouth opened to express the kind of shock or awe he’d always wanted to get from a girl.

Chris placed his right hand around the base of his hardened penis, and left hand toward the top of it. He began to stroke it slowly with his left hand, and watched as Vickie’s eyes followed his hands slow movements. This cute girl’s subtle lust for his hardened man-meat was turning his on even more as his strokes became quicker and quicker.

“I was getting it sucked when I hit my head,” he informed her, “so I’ve already gotten really worked up today.”

Her focus on his stiff snake broke long enough for her to ask, “Someone was sucking on that?”

His hand moved faster.

“Yeah… it felt great,” he added. Vickie’s breathing sped up, as he could see her own lust was really starting to get the better of her.

“My sister showed me how to perform oral sex using a banana once,” she said, “but the banana wasn’t nearly as big as that.”

“Does she always do stuff like that?”

“Only since my 17th birthday,” she answered. “She said every girls needs to know how to give good head. She even bought me a vibrator.”

His stroking speed increased again, and at that moment, Vickie’s own hand began to rub her own body.

“Do you ever use it?”

“Not often… but I sure will be tonight.”

This was all he could stand, and the orgasm overcame him. A long shot of hot semen shot out of his dick, landing on the floor in front of Vickie. She looked at it, then up in amazement as second shot exploded and landed right on her face.

Vickie licked her lips, pulling in some of his hot cum with her tongue.

“Mmmmm… minty!” she remarked.


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