D's Girlfriends 4Ever Fanfiction: Part 1
Written by D.

	Acknowledgements:
	The following is a long-running series of Girlfriends 4Ever fan fiction that started with a contest run by G4E's creator miro. Sayako and Tara are the creations of miro. All other events are the creation of D. If you like Girlfriends 4Ever, you should visit www.affect3d.com to support him and other 3D erotica artists.
	Thanks to my favorite 3D artists for being an inspiration: Rikolo, aspect 3dx, the dude, Jessica Anner's Den of Delights, Big Johnson's Gallery Of Erotica, Nothingmore, Lord Kvento, DB Spencer, Clare and Stuckinapool. Thanks to the no less respectable 2D artists: incase, 34-san and dmitrys, and the numerous hentai artists too numerous to list.
	Additional thanks to Andi Guinness for trying to write some different G4E fanfiction with me, and for helping me expand my comfort zone.


Chapter 1: Origin

	Sayako was formerly the greatest cat burglar in the world, until she decided to visit the Occult Treasures of the Ancient World at the Ancient History Museum. She easily climbed to the roof, rappelled down to the exhibit hall from the skylight and pilfered the foot-high jade fertility idol from betwixt the laser beams. She came home to her modest apartment, left the idol in her backpack and slept after a job well done.
	She woke up the next morning and yawned. She tried to roll onto her stomach to reach her alarm clock, but as she came to her side, she discovered she didn’t roll quite the way she used to. She looked down to find her breasts had doubled in size since going to sleep that night. Her bra had been ripped in half by the growth. Sayako was horrified: with such a curvaceous figure, she could no longer enter buildings through ventilation ducts, windows and other narrow passages. Her career could be ruined.
	Not sure if the idol was somehow to blame, Sayako passed the jade idol to her fence as soon as she was able, trying not to draw any attention to her new figure. Every button on her shirt was bowing outward, threatening to fly off like a champagne cork if she took a deep breath. She went to the doctor’s office, insisting he return her chest to its original size. It was a far simpler solution than attempting to claim disability.
	The doctor performed the surgery (quite reluctantly, he hastened to add), and Sayako woke up from anesthesia to find her breasts were the same size as before. When the doctor entered the room to check on her, he was just as surprised as she was. He insisted he’d actually successfully performed the reduction, but their attention was diverted as a cylindrical shape began to rise between Sayako’s legs, gathering up the sheets like a tent pole.
	Sayako jumped out of the hospital bed and out of her room, a few machines and an IV rack tumbling over in the chaos. Ironically, she stumbled into the men’s room. It was unoccupied, but she saw herself in the mirror, the paper hospital gown curled up at her hips, her erection gently pulsing with her racing heartbeat. She stared at her reflection. It was a sizable appendage; she’d estimate it was about nine inches.
	In her head, Sayako wanted to march out and find the doctor who’d played such a terrible joke on her, but she made the mistake of trying to push the erection down towards the floor. She wasn’t very familiar with the operation of a penis (at least, not on a first-hand basis), so she’d hoped to calm it down. Touching it had the opposite effect, and she was filled with unimaginable desire.
	The janitor had no adequate explanation to the half-gallon of pearly white yet unusually sweet smelling semen that someone had sprayed all over one of the urinals, but it was still his job to clean it. He just shrugged and filled his wheeled mop pail. Sayako felt terrible having left such a mess, but what else could she do?
	She returned to her car, grateful nobody had seen her leave. Leaving a hospital in a paper gown without undergarments was embarrassing enough without her new addition. She fished through her purse and found her cell phone, with one missed call from her fence. She played the message. Her fence asked her if she knew how the jade idol had disappeared from his hideout without any sign of forced entry. He accused her of stealing it back. Sayako disconnected halfway through his angry tirade, insisting she give back something she hadn’t even stolen. (Sure, she HAD stolen it, but not from him.)
	No sooner did she hang up her phone and discover the jade idol sitting in the passenger’s seat. She yelped and leaned away from it. Was someone trying to frame her?
	Without a word, Sayako drove home, with a single stop to discard the idol in the drive-thru garbage can of a fast food restaurant. She made her way into her apartment as stealthily as she could. She was still improperly dressed, but going unnoticed was what she did best (until today).
	It was only with considerable discipline did she fail to let loose a horrified scream as the idol sat unassumingly on her living room table. She poked it with a rolled-up newspaper, and it toppled over. It didn’t seem capable of independent movement. How was it that waking up from surgery with a penis wasn’t the most inexplicable thing to happen to her today?
	This little thing creeped her out. Now, she was determined to get rid of it. She entered her bedroom and searched her considerable wardrobe to find something to wear. Neither any of her shirts nor pants fit her any longer. She was forced to dress in her unflattering tan rain coat in the perfect sunny weather, with nothing underneath. The hem of the raincoat was a few inches above her knees.
	She returned to the Ancient History Museum, tucking the idol into her coat once she parked. She hoped she could get the statue somewhere the staff would believe it had been misplaced.
	Sayako could barely keep her coat closed as she kept the idol tucked beneath her breasts, with every breath threatening to pull her coat open. Keeping the idol so close felt strange. It first felt like cold unyielding stone, but once she stepped inside the museum, it began to grow warm and soft, like flesh. Sayako panicked, ran out of the museum and threw the idol into the topiary nearest the marble stairs leading up to the entrance, hustling back to her car.
	Unfortunately, the friction from the soft lining of her coat rubbed her member the whole way, and once she sat down, it was a problem that would no longer be denied. She opened her coat and her erection pressed firmly on the underside of her steering wheel. She couldn’t be sure, but it sure looked bigger than before. It was so hard, it was jammed under the steering wheel. She tried pushing it to the side to get out from under it, but she was stuck. She couldn’t leave the car until this was handled.
	Sayako looked around. There were too many people around here. She drove away to find a more secluded place to take care of her problem. Sayako was now certain her breasts had grown, too. They bumped her arm every time she shifted; they hadn’t before, even as recently as the drive from the hospital.
	She found a mostly secluded parking lot and parked in a corner. She worked her penis with one hand. The last time she’d done it, her thumb and first finger still touched as they went around her member. This time, even her thumb and middle finger wouldn’t touch. It felt close to the girth of a can of soda, except hot and veiny.
	Once she finished, Sayako had to sheepishly enter the nearby coffee shop to take a stack of napkins to clean off her windshield. In her dizzy, delirious state, Sayako felt everyone in the shop was staring at her. She’d stare at her, too, with her enormous breasts. It was only after she nearly tripped coming out the door and looked down that she saw the tip of her penis had been hanging out of her coat the whole time, leaking a ribbon of ejaculate on the floor and sidewalk the whole way. She tugged her coat down to cover it, wishing she had four hands to cover her bright red cheeks. She returned to her car and drove home.
	She opened the door, looking away from her dining room table at first. Gently, she peeked at it through her fingers and saw nothing sitting there. She sighed, drawing the blinds, shedding her coat and sitting on her couch.
	What was she going to do? If she could no longer fit through narrow passageways, she was out of a job. The large breasts she could learn to appreciate, but the other extension… she was trying to ignore it. It hung there between her legs, not daring to touch it and wake it up again.
	A few minutes went by, and she started looking at it again. Even soft, it was quite a thing. She wondered exactly how it was affixed to her, so she took a hand mirror and positioned it between her legs, gently flopping her penis off to one side against her thigh. It appeared to emerge right above her vulva, perhaps as an extension of her clitoris.
	Her curiosity got the better of her, and her penis got hard once again. She walked into the bathroom, her cock wagging like a happy dog’s tail as she walked. The tip was now far above her belly button. At least here, in her own apartment, she could do this in peace and privacy, but she also knew what volumes of emission she was capable of. She started to rub it back and forth with both hands, and before long, she pointed it down towards her toilet and unleashed a torrent of ejaculate that filled the toilet to its brim. Perhaps she should have skipped the toilet and just pointed it at the bathtub instead.
	Sayako caught her breath and chuckled as she bunched up a few tissues to clean the semen that missed the bowl and hit the toilet seat. She put the toilet seat up and swore never to complain about someone thoughtlessly leaving it up again.
	This made three times in, what was it, a few hours? This was exhausting. Sayako went to the kitchen and fished around the drawers. She retrieved a ruler from her tool drawer. The curiosity was too much for her. Detumescent, she measured ten and a half inches. It was definitely growing, but she hoped it wouldn’t keep growing until she needed a wheelbarrow. It was already larger than most women would ever think they could handle.
	Sayako got the distinct feeling she was being watched, so she reached into another drawer and pulled out a long butcher’s knife. She brought the knife within a few inches of the base of her penis.
	“NO!” A deep, otherworldly voice called out. “You mustn’t!”
	“Aha!” Sayako pointed the knife in the direction of the voice. The jade fertility idol was back, sitting on her dining room table. “You’re back. How are you doing that?”
	“Please, you mustn’t be hasty.” The jade idol’s lips moved as it spoke. “Almost never do I come across a worthy subject for my glory.”
	“I wasn’t serious about that.” Sayako put the knife down on the counter. “So what are you?”
	“I am the spirit of Hermaphroditos, child of Aphrodite and Hermes.” Said the idol. “My spirit has been bound here for thousands of years. I grant immense power to those worthy of them.”
	Sayako blinked. “Sexual power?”
	“Yes. You’ve already experienced it, no?” The idol continued. “It’s been centuries since I’ve been held by a worthy subject. Someone with enough sexual energy, animal magnetism, everything I require for a worthy avatar on Earth.”
	Sayako snickered. “By chance, have you been unable to find a satisfactory host for centuries because they put you behind glass and the only people who touch you are scholars and nerds?”
	“Correct.”
	Sayako thought for a moment about her career. “What if I refuse this power?”
	“You would be the first worthy recipient to ever do so.” The idol said. “Nevertheless, I would remove your newfound gifts and wait for a successor. Your life would return to normal.”
	Sayako contemplated this. “And if I accept it?”
	“To synchronize with me, you must create the Uroborus.”
	“The serpent eating its own tail…” Sayako smiled. Her penis had stiffened considerably to its full, great height. She placed the ruler beside her member. The glans was now well past the end of the foot long ruler.
	“All right.” Sayako took a seat on the floor and bent forward, placing her penis right between her breasts. The tip of her penis barely fit into her mouth. She sucked it furiously, working her shaft with her right hand and trying to force her head down further with her left arm. She gave up trying to go down any further and instead rubbed her breasts against her penis.
	Sayako couldn’t maintain this for long. She ejaculated, gulping down as much as she could manage before her mouth filled with semen faster than she could swallow. She released the tip, which sprayed wildly into the air, splattering against the ceiling and showering her and the floor before falling limply against her thigh.
	“You have done well.” Said the jade idol.
	“I’m not through yet.” Sayako smiled. She took her penis and tucked it toward her, bending it while it was still soft enough to bend. The tip entered her vagina. She cooed as she pushed it in another inch, but her growing excitement worked against her, as her penis unfurled, retracting from her vagina and returning to its familiar straight shape.
	“Aw, man.” Sayako moaned.
	“Sadly, that has never worked for me, either.” The idol said. “Remember, I have not granted you this amazing power just for your benefit. It is your duty to find the worthy women–or woman–to bring endless satisfaction.”
	Sayako stood, her skin glistening with sweat and speckled with semen, her cock hanging like an uncoiled kielbasa at a Polish deli. “I’m ready.”
	“You are now.” The idol said. “I’ve granted you the last piece. Hadn’t you noticed?”
	Sayako looked down and moved her penis to the side. Two testicles had appeared below them to complete the set. She lifted them to make sure her vagina was still there. It was, right where she’d left it. Her balls were heavy, about the size of hen eggs.
	“I think my output was sufficient before these showed up.” Sayako said.
	“I consider them indispensable.” Said the idol. “Are you ready to find a lover?”
	“Yes.” Sayako said. “But not today. It’s been quite a day already. And I guess I need to clean the ceiling.”
	The idol sat still a moment. “You might wish to prepare for this in the future.”
	Sayako thought for a second. “I think I have an idea.” Sayako showered to clean herself, though she had to ejaculate once more. She’d never felt slick soapy hands over a cock before; she was not prepared for it. She left the shower running to try to rinse the ejaculate down the drain as she dried. She dressed in her raincoat and went to the drugstore.
	The man at the counter laughed right at her when she asked for fifteen inch condoms. A tiny part of her wanted to whip it onto the counter, but she resisted this. She settled for the largest brand they carried in the largest quantity. By the time she returned home from the ten minute errand, she was already feeling like she needed to masturbate again.
	She hopped into bed, her penis pointing straight up. It took three tries to get a condom on without breaking. Even then, it only got halfway down her member. It would have to do. Sayako grabbed her cock with both hands and worked it furiously. She fantasized about someone riding her cowgirl style. For a second, she could even see her: a slim, athletic blonde that could have represented the perfect human specimen.
	Sayako clenched her teeth, clasped her eyes shut as tight as they could, tiny teardrops appearing in the corners of her eyes. She clenched her toes. She was determined not to lose control this time. She pictured the perfect woman riding her and forced herself to hold back. She worked it until her body was sweaty and her arms tired and cramping. She held her breath and worked it in as hard as she could, clutching it as if it’d escape if she let up, until she couldn’t hold it any longer.
	Sayako gasped in some very welcome air and ejaculated, and the condom immediately filled with semen. It bloated slightly as she kept working her cock and she continued ejaculating. Suddenly, the force of her ejaculation tore the flimsy latex. The tiny bubble they called the reservoir tip was not designed with Sayako in mind. Her ejaculate flew into the air until it met with the ceiling fan, which chopped and spread it in uneven droplets all across her bedroom on every exposed surface.
	Sayako just stared at the laminar stream of semen coming from her and scattering like snow across her room. She was helpless to stop it: she didn’t know what muscle she needed to clench. She probably could have stopped it by pressing down on the underside of her cock, closing the urethra manually, but that couldn’t be good for her. Better to get it all out now, even if it left the room an unholy mess.
	Sayako laid there, panting, disbelieving, hands soaked and sticky with ejaculate and the rest of her not much drier.
	At some point during this, the idol saw fit to appear in her bedroom, taking rest on her nightstand. “Perhaps you should have worn two.”
	It took a little while for Sayako to respond blearily, “That WAS two.” She sighed. “Is this my whole life now? I can’t hold down a regular job if I need to masturbate six times in one day.”
	“I didn’t say it would be easy.” The idol said darkly. “But no herald of Hermaphroditos has gone their life without finding harmony and love.”
	Sayako rolled over, facing away from the idol. The face of the woman she saw in her fantasy, so perfectly clear in the moment, was now a distant shadowy memory. “I’ll find her.” She promised herself as she slowly closed her eyes and went to sleep.

	The preceding is just one of many stories told about Sayako would come to possess her universally appreciated appendage. Just like the stories of any legendary hero or sports figure, perhaps this isn't entirely true. The exaggerations inherent have led some to believe that Sayako's cock was a figment of the imagination, or that perhaps Sayako herself wasn't real.
	The only people who knew for sure were the women whom Sayako had loved.  This story is as much theirs as it is hers.

Chapter 2: One Day

	Sayako and Tara exited Tara’s modest two-door car and walked hand-in-hand toward the pharmacy. Tara was dressed in a tight white T-shirt and jeans, Sayako wearing a modest sun dress that reached halfway to her knee. They stepped up onto the sidewalk. Before the automatic door could sweep open, Tara leaned in and pecked Sayako on the cheek. Sayako’s cheek lit up and she looked to the floor.
	They heard a gentle disapproving scoff from an older man leaving the pharmacy with a brown bag of items in one arm and a four-footed cane in the other. He didn’t give the two beautiful women a second look as he walked on. Tara and Sayako just looked at each other with knowing smiles. Sayako could surely give the man a heart attack right there, if she were to show him what she was hiding, but they let it go.
	The pair strode in casually, still holding hands, looking for the delicately euphemized “family planning” aisle. They found what they were looking for in a row set parallel to the cash registers at the front; the condoms.  This arrangement was probably to ensure the cashiers could make sure nobody shoplifts the condoms. As it was, this just left Sayako feeling like she was being monitored. 
	“Are you sure this is necessary?”  Sayako whispered as Tara looked through their selection.
	“I don’t want to take any chances.” Tara said. “I’m sorry it won’t be the same for you, but I can’t risk getting pregnant.”
	“I don’t think it IS the same for me.” Sayako said. “I’m not sure I can even… do that.”
	“Again, better to be safe than sorry.” Tara insisted. She held a box that promised it was “magnum,” but the measurements on the outside sounded insufficient. “How big are you, again?”
	Sayako started to blush and made certain no one else was within ear shot. “Fifteen.” She said as softly as she could manage.
	Tara scoffed and brought the box up to the guy at the counter. She gently asked if this was the largest they had (it was) and if he had any firsthand experience with that brand (he hadn’t). He scanned it and the register made a “boop.” She took the box back and dropped it onto the floor. “Whoops. Excuse me.” She got down on all fours to retrieve it. Sayako took the opportunity to retrieve some cash from her purse.
	The cashier admired Sayako for a moment, commenting that if he’d feel lucky if ANY girl would go out and buy his condoms, much less two women like them. Sayako smiled as she handed him a few bills. Suddenly, she shuddered. Tara had put her head underneath Sayako’s dress and kissed the tip of her penis. Sayako felt her face redden, but she tried to remain composed. The clerk handed her the change as Tara gently blew on the tip. Sayako felt her penis engorge, pushing her legs apart as it got thicker.
	“I can see you.” The clerk said. “The counter isn’t that high. What are you doing down there?”
	Sayako was prepared for Tara to pull her dress up as she stood, revealing her secret. Instead she just pulled her head out from under her dress and said, “Oh, she’s just real ticklish behind her knees.”
	“Do you guys have a public bathroom?” Sayako asked gently. Tara smiled wickedly as she made her way to the back of the pharmacy and entered the women’s bathroom.
	Sayako splashed cold water on her face in one sink, while Tara removed one of these condoms and wrapped it around the faucet filling it like a water balloon. It created a large, slightly oblong shape the size about one foot long. Tara explained she was seeing if the condoms could contain Sayako’s average emission. Sayako shrugged; it was hard to tell when it was all in a bubble.
	Tara obliged her, presenting the volume in a form she’d be more familiar with: she opened the end of the condom and splashed the water all over herself, her white T-shirt becoming translucent. Tara determined Sayako could easily soak about that well.
	Sayako’s knees started to tremble as her mighty cock pushed itself from between her thighs and into the air, lifting her skirt easily. Tara went right for it, mouth first, but Sayako dodged her and backed into a stall. Tara followed and pushed Sayako down onto the toilet, kneeling down and accepting Sayako’s penis down her throat. Sayako moaned as Tara wiggled her tongue around as much as she could as she brought her chin right against Sayako’s testicles.
	They heard the main door open. Sayako held her breath to avoid making a sound, but whoever came in saw Tara’s feet sticking out from under the stall. “Are you OK?” The woman asked. Tara looked up to Sayako, obviously unable to talk.
	“I’m fine.” She said quickly. Tara took that opportunity to seal her lips around the base and suck in hard. Sayako’s voice momentarily quavered, but she stayed in control. “I’ll be out in a bit.”
	They both heard the door of a nearby stall open and close. Tara continued to suck forcefully, trying to get her to make a sound. Her legs shook, but she held them off the ground so her heels wouldn’t tap the tile. Tara slid her head back and forth. Sayako was beginning to lose her composure. Sweat formed on her forehead.
	Just in time, Sayako had an idea. She reached forward and pinched Tara’s nose shut. Tara tried to pull back, but Sayako pulled her in closer, holding her head close to her crotch. Tara had no option but to suck as hard as she could. Sayako couldn’t hold out any longer, and cried out as she ejaculated at the exact moment the person in the other stall flushed the toilet, drowning out her cries.
	Sayako released Tara’s nose, but Tara didn’t release Sayako’s penis, even as it shot great spurts of hot ejaculate down her throat. Once Sayako finished, Tara slowly pulled her spit-bathed penis out of her mouth. They stayed there until they heard the faucet run and the door close again.
	“I thought you wanted to see if those condoms would work.”
	Tara got up off the floor and patted her stomach, still feeling the warm hot-cocoa-on-a-cold-day sensation. “Next time.”
	Sayako and Tara dried off as much as they could, left the pharmacy and stopped for lunch. For some reason, Tara wasn't hungry, though she did pick a few of the croutons out of Sayako's salad. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder this family restaurant indistinguishable from a thousand others (except perhaps that the waitresses wore green-and-white instead of something else) at what they charitably called the 'bar.' Neither of them ordered a drink, so Sayako didn't know why Tara wanted to sit there. With her physiology, a stool was one of the least comfortable seating options possible.
	With her complimentary glass of water empty, she sat there with nothing to do. Sayako munched quietly until she felt a finger poking her leg. She silently pushed Tara's hand away and continued eating. Not to be ignored, Tara put her hand on the inside of her left thigh and pulled it away from her left. Sayako's cock, stowed between her thighs, fell down and the very tip of it kissed the cool air outside her dress.
	Sayako gasped, arching her back. Her breast bumped her glass of diet soda, but Tara's quick reflexes allowed her to catch it before it tipped completely. Sayako's hands went into her dress to reposition her member as casually as she could, as most eyes at the bar were on her after the brief commotion. If they were looking at her breasts (and they were), they weren't looking anywhere else.
	Tara set the drink right and casually passed her fingertips across Sayako's breast as she brought it back to her part of the bar. She sipped the water slowly melting from her ice cubes. Sayako sighed as she tried to clear impure thoughts from her mind, but she stood and found her way to the lavatory. Tara gave her a few seconds before coming in herself. She found the ladies room unoccupied, so she knocked on the unisex lavatory door.
	Tara eventually coaxed her way in there, promising to behave. Sayako had reapplied her small amount of makeup after splashing her face in cold water. As it turned out, Tara had the same idea, revealing a piece of ice smuggled in her mouth. She traced the ice on Sayako's neck and down her shoulder blades. Sayako's member grew turgid and she shed her dress, but only after she checked to make sure the door was locked.
	Tara moved the ice over all the fun places, avoiding her cock for now. The heat she could feel emanating from it would melt that puny ice cube in less than a second. Sayako's nipples were erect long before she got the ice over to them. Once the cube became too small to handle, Tara condemned it to the sink and got to work. She painted Sayako's hot member with saliva, licking it gently and slowly, taking her time. Sayako was fully erect; this was pure teasing.
	When Sayako started making those quiet, clipped gasps she made when she got close, Tara took Sayako's penis into her mouth again. She slowly worked it down her throat, down on her knees in front of Sayako.  She rested her hands on Tara's shoulders, feeling her legs weaken as she got closer to climaxing. Tara hummed happily as she caressed Sayako's buttocks. Without warning, she probed one fingertip in her ass.
	Sayako cried out gently. It only hurt for a moment. Tara pushed her second finger in and gently massaged her ass. Sayako was pretty sure she didn't have a prostate, so there shouldn't be anything inside her to create the waves of pleasure she was experiencing. But Tara seemed to enjoy it, and she didn't have one either.
	Tara removed her two fingers just before Sayako was about to climax. Sayako took the opportunity to step back, freeing her cock from Tara's throat just in time to unleash her torrent of ejaculate directly at Tara's tits. Tara's clothes were soaked in Sayako's emissions. She was happy none of it got in her eye or her hair, but she knew she did this on purpose. 
	“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” She moaned. “What am I going to wear?”
	Sayako wiped her penis with a folded paper towel and put her dress back on. “I’ll check lost-and-found.”
	To the surprise of nobody, there aren’t that many pants left behind to be collected in lost-and-found. Sayako chose a gray child’s sweatshirt. She cut the sleeves off and cut it into two garments: a very short microskirt and a rather severe crop top that barely reached the bottom of her breasts. They left through the back to avoid attracting attention.
	Sayako leisurely drove to a clothing store and parked as far away from the entrance as she could. Tara complained about the sunburn she would surely get as she walked slowly enough to keep the skirt in place and her breasts from bouncing. A police officer smiled and tipped his head as they passed, offering his phone number to them. Sayako intercepted him, saying she already knew his number. Sure, she stole that joke from Ace Ventura, but that movie was almost as old as she was.
	An attractive saleswoman zipped across the store to them as they entered. She was horrified at Tara’s poor clothing and vowed to find her something better. Sayako waved her off and they browsed leisurely, finding a selection of tops and skirts for Tara.
	They entered the dressing room. Tara happily flung her clothes off and grabbed Sayako. They made out as quietly as they could, not sure if the saleswoman was hovering outside to see if everything was alright. Being nude while still wearing high heels never felt unusual to Tara, but being nude in sneakers sure did.
	Tara’s hand entered Sayako’s purse as Sayako’s penis stirred in her skirt. Tara pulled out a pair of handcuffs that she’d seen her pull off the cop’s belt without him noticing (a little of Sayako’s old work skills coming in handy). Tara knew it would be used against her, so she took the initiative, closing one handcuff around the door handle. Tara grabbed Sayako’s cock and slapped the other cuff around it.
	She backed up, chuckling, but her laughs quickly subsided as Sayako’s discomfort grew. Her cock bulged around the cuff, the average wrist far thinner than Sayako’s fully erect penis. The length of her penis past the cuff was now too wide to push it off. Sayako whimpered, trying to push it off. Tara ran to her assistance, gamely flicking at it with her fingernails. Sayako hissed with pain and Tara fussed with the cuff until it finally failed, flying apart in a burst of broken rings and shrapnel.
	Sayako caught her breath, massaging the restricted tissue with relief. Tara stepped back, dumbfounded. Sayako just broke a standard-issue handcuff with her cock. It was a good feeling to be stronger than handcuffs, but it did not last. Sayako turned to Tara with golden fire in her eyes and a slight smirk, her cock fully erect.
	Tara backed up a little further only to find the back wall of the changing room. She bit her lip. “This is gonna hurt.”
	Sayako got her in a double hammerlock, her face pressed against the wall beneath the bench, her ass in the air like “Bambi on ice,” as she’d heard said before. Sayako got every inch of her mighty penis in Tara’s ass and pumped her hard. The flimsy walls shook as she pushed Sayako’s face against the wall. Sayako panted as she bit her lower lip and Tara held her lips shut as they both climaxed, Sayako filling Tara with hot ejaculate.
	A minute of exhausted breaths, Sayako leaving her cock inside Tara until it softened. The saleswoman called into the changing rooms. “Are you OK?”
	“We’re fine.” Sayako said between deep breaths, finally pulling out. She cleaned up with the sweatshirt remnants Tara had worn in there (though almost all of it had stayed inside Tara somehow). Tara picked a loose black-and-white striped blouse, black skirt and stylish belt.
	As they left the changing booth, the saleswoman spotted them. “Did you find something that fit?”
	Sayako smiled, watching Tara try not to limp. “Sure did.”
	Sayako and Tara stopped to pick up groceries. Despite looking for the largest cucumber and making plenty of suggestive cracks about comparisons, Sayako stayed in control the whole time, and nothing particularly sexy happened. This cool attitude would color their actions for the rest of the evening. They drove back to Tara’s house mostly in silence, had a light dinner, showered (separately!), and reconvened in Tara’s king sized bed, Tara wearing a t-shirt with nothing under it, Sayako dressed in Tara’s far-too-small bathrobe.
	As Sayako approached the bed, Tara took off the T-shirt, revealing her magnificent body sprawled out on the silk sheets. “You ready?”
	Sayako came to rest on the corner of the bed. “Do you love me?”
	Tara smiled. “Of course I do.”
	“I love you, too.” She said softly. “But I really want to come inside you.”
	“You did.” Tara leaned forward. “Twice.”
	“No, in your…” Sayako hesitated at the word.
	Tara chuckled and whispered to Sayako. “Say ‘I wanna come in your pussy.’ Cmon, say it.”
	“I do.” Sayako blushed. “I want to come in your pussy.” Her cock started to stand up through the opening in the robe.
	“I want you to, too.” Tara said. “But I’m not on the pill. I could start.”
	“That’s not the point.” Sayako said. “What I mean is… what would be so bad if you DID get pregnant? Wouldn’t that be amazing? I’m not sure I’m ready for parenthood, but if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. There is nothing else in the world I want to do other than be with you. I don’t want to hold anything back, and I hope you feel the same complete certainty that I do.”
	Tara leaned closer and the pair kissed gently. She reached back to the nightstand, grabbed the box of condoms they’d purchased that day and dropped them into the bedside trash can.
	Sayako threw the robe off and tossed herself onto Tara. What began as passionate kisses and woven hands evolved into lovemaking, and eventually, what could only be accurately described as “fucking.” Tara came over and over, but Sayako held back until the perfect moment, as both gave up their last ounce of strength for a mind-erasing orgasm. Sayako came inside Tara. In such limited real estate, Tara’s insides quickly filled to capacity and the remainder (a great deal) flowed out of Tara’s pussy and onto the bed sheet.
	Sayako and Tara slept deeply that night. As the light came in through the window, Sayako woke first, still cuddled against her lover. She gave Tara a gentle kiss on the forehead before stepping out of bed to stretch a bit. She strode to the kitchen nude and slowly figured out how to work the automatic coffee maker. She brought two cups of coffee into Tara’s bedroom, the smell gently waking Tara.
	Tara refused a kiss, as Tara hadn’t brushed her teeth yet, though she took the opportunity to suck on Sayako’s tantalizing hanging breasts. Sayako cooed as she twirled her tongue around her nipple. Her cock started to rise.
	“Come on, Tara.” Sayako whined. “It’s so early.”
	“That’s why we have coffee.” Tara smiled until she looked at the bed sheet. Her legs were flat against the bed, but something was pushing the sheets up near her hips.
	It can’t be, Tara thought, throwing the sheets off her. Sometime in the night, Tara had grown a considerable penis, standing straight up, gently shaking with her thumping heartbeat. She looked to Sayako, who was frozen in confusion.
	Tara jumped out of bed and stood face-to-face with Sayako. She lined up her brand new penis with Sayako’s. Tara’s was almost as thick, but not as long, short by a few inches. She was disappointed, but feeling Sayako’s hot hard cock against hers felt amazing. She started to rub her cock against Sayako’s by moving her hips. Sayako started rubbing back. They stepped closer and started making out as they rubbed their cocks against each other harder and harder. Tara felt a volcanic rush as she ejaculated just a moment before Sayako did, their cocks spraying directly in their faces. Blinded, they stumbled back and sprayed come all over the walls and floor.
	Tara cleared her eyes and looked around, feeling weak from the sudden rush. Sayako was smiling, licking some come from her fingertips. “Do you regret letting me come inside you now?”
	“Hell no.”  Tara said, looking at her semi-flaccid penis. “This thing is amazing.”
	“It gets better.” Sayako crawled over to her on all fours, her penis occasionally touching the ground as it dangled from her.
	“Really?” Tara said in disbelief.
	“I’ll show you.” Sayako placed her soft hands on Tara’s penis and brought it up to her mouth. “I’ve never done this before… except with me.”
	“You’ll do fine.” Tara said. “Just remember everything I’ve taught you.”
	Sayako slipped Tara’s penis into her mouth. Tara cried out in pleasure as it stiffed like a baseball bat, almost pulling itself out of Sayako’s mouth. Sayako placed the cock between her breasts and sucked the tip furiously. Tara dug her fingernails into the carpeting as she prepared for a second blast. Come erupted from her cock, filling Sayako’s mouth to overflowing. She gulped a few mouthfuls, but most of it dribbled down onto the carpet. Sayako released Tara’s cock, leaning forward to kiss her. Sayako opened her mouth and pushed a mouthful of Tara’s ejaculate into Tara’s awaiting mouth. Their tongues tangled as she happily accepted her own emissions into her mouth. 
	“I think you taste better.” Sayako said, once her mouth was empty.
	“No, you definitely do.” Tara responded woozily, leaning back on her elbows, looking at the stained carpet. “I’m going to need to buy one of those rug shampooers…”
	Sayako leaned in to Tara’s ear and whispered. “It gets better.” Tara looked at her as Sayako turned around in place, her ass in the air, her wet pussy glistening in the morning light, her toes wiggling in anticipation.
	Tara’s face went right to Sayako’s pussy, licking and sucking it while grabbing both of Sayako’s buttocks. For someone who’d never done it with a girl before her, Tara was amazing at all forms of oral sex, it seemed. Sayako grabbed her cock and started masturbating as Tara kept licking. Once Tara pushed a few fingers inside Sayako’s pussy, Sayako lost control and sprayed her come right onto the carpet.
	Tara stood up, one hand leaning on Sayako’s ass. Tara slowly inserted the tip of her penis into Sayako’s pussy. Sayako made a cute moan that drove Tara wild, and Tara pushed the rest in until her tits rested on Sayako’s back. She humped away at Sayako, shouting with great energy, Sayako crying out with ecstasy until they both ejaculated. Tara’s load squirted out of the edges of Sayako’s pussy, so Tara caught what she could in her fingers and lapped it up. When she felt she didn’t have enough, she went back down to Sayako’s pussy and sucked what ejaculate she could rescue out of it.
	Sayako was hard again, but Tara pulled them up to the bed and rewarded her with what they’d done once before, in the opposite orientation: cowgirl. Sayako accepted all of Tara’s hard cock and rode her. She huffed and moaned, her cock bouncing so wildly, she nearly slapped her in the face with it. She looked in front of her and to her horror, the curtains on the front window were open. She could see the street outside the house.
	She wanted to stop to close them, but Tara was having none of that. She grabbed Sayako’s cock by the base and started working it hard, almost strangling the poor thing. Sayako eventually ejaculated again, and Tara pointed it at the window, covering it with come. Sayako kept riding until Tara finally came again, spurting all over the bed and deep inside Sayako.
	Soaked in sweat, Sayako and Tara spread themselves out on the sticky bed and took each other’s cocks in their mouths. They sucked as hard as they could, even pinching their lover’s heads with their thighs to make sure they couldn’t escape. Sayako reached around and put a few fingers in Tara’s ass. She snorted, trying to laugh with a four-inch circumference cock in her mouth. Tara was used to have much more than THAT in there. Sayako came first again, with Tara not long after, filling their stomachs with come.
	Tara had an idea, though she had trouble describing it. Tara and Sayako sat face-to-face, as if they were about to start tribbing. Instead, Sayako carefully positioned her cock so it entered Tara’s vagina, and Tara put her penis in the same position. They inched closer, their cocks slowly entering their hot pussies until they came as close as they could, considering the size of Sayako’s breasts, which Tara felt she’d been neglecting. They pushed their hips together as Tara suckled Sayako’s nipples. They French kissed as they gyrated their hips until they finally climax at the same instant. Ejaculate filled them up and splattered out their pussies and all over their legs and lower bodies.
	While they were still inside one another, Tara grabbed one of Sayako’s feet, splattered in both their ejaculations, and started to lick it clean. Sayako took one of Tara’s feet, but the second she touched it, she started to laugh. It tickled too much for her to touch it, but she persisted, licking her foot all over.
	The pair separated for a relaxing make-out session, but their cocks turned stony again. Tara noted she hadn’t yet gotten a chance to feel what a hard cock felt like inside a tight ass. Sayako bent over against her bed and Tara approached her ass gently at first…

	And this went on and on and on. This story could have ended several ejaculations ago, but the truth is, this story will be repeated thousands of time between these two. Tara and Sayako reached their happy ending, but that does not mean the story is done. But this author will be worn out long before they are.
	Needless to say, Sayako and Tara lived happily 4Ever after.


Chapter 3: Forget-Me-Not

	Some people might find it inexcusable to still be in bed at 3PM on a Sunday. This was far from Tara’s mind. She was still in bed, on her back, nude, her butt in the air and her knees on either side of her face. The glans of her penis was in her mouth, the shaft nestled comfortably between her breasts, gently kneading them into her penis in a figure-eight pattern. A black hair elastic was wrapped tightly at the base of her penis. Her tongue spun slowly around the glans, precum barely trickling out. She released one breast to adjust the purple vibrator currently purring away in her vagina. The one in her ass was doing fine.
	Having a house all to yourself was fun. The doorbell chiming in the distance signaled that it was coming to an end. Tara sadly pulled her penis from her mouth and rolled flat onto the bed, her cock standing straight up like a tent pole, a single strand of come linking her lip to the tip of her penis.
	Tara stretched, balling her hands into fists and wiggling her toes. She marched downstairs to the front door, this time taking care to peek through the peephole first before inadvertently flashing the mailman again. There was Sayako, always fashionable in a black-and-white striped top, sunglasses and tight jeans. She looked exhausted, a wheeled suitcase at her feet. She insisted on taking a taxi home because she didn’t trust she’d be able to endure the twenty-five minute drive without ripping off their clothes.
	Tara threw the door open. Sayako gasped gently, her mouth toppling open, her purse falling from her shoulder to the front step with a thump. Tara was there, naked body glistening with sweat, face slightly flushed, hair messy, cock fully erect and gently pulsing, the black hair elastic still in place. The bottom of a vibrator was visible, suspended in Tara’s vagina.
	She took off her sunglasses and dropped them to the ground. Her heart was beating so hard, she would swear it was making her breasts shake. Tara smiled as she shifted her weight slightly and allowed the purple vibrator to fall out of her and land on the hardwood floor, buzzing quietly.
	A bulge formed in the crotch of Sayako’s jeans. It pushed upward on her fly until the button of her jeans flew off and stuck to Tara’s sweaty skin. The zipper was torn apart, fluttering to the sides like a banana peel beneath her enormous cock, barely held back by a neon green thong that bore the strain of her erection for only a moment longer before ripping apart with the distinct snap of a rubber band.
	Tara smiled broadly at the sight of her member, but she jumped forward to catch Sayako as her head tipped back and she fainted from the sudden redistribution of blood.
	Sayako awoke on her back, stretched out on the living room couch, her legs propped up under a few decorative pillows. She tried to rub the stars out of her eyes as she got her bearings. She heard the quick patter of barefoot running as Tara ran into the room, still nude and mostly erect, clutching a tall glass of water with both hands, trying not to let it spill.
	When Tara saw she was awake, she passed her the glass of water and put a hand on her shoulder. “You OK?”
	Sayako took an average sip of the water, swallowed, and then realized she didn’t know what the water should do for a fainting victim. She set the glass down on a cork coaster. “I’m fine. How long was I out?”
	“Only a minute.” Tara said. “Only long enough for me to get the glass of water. Obviously, I didn’t have time to get dressed.”
	Sayako laughed gently, again gazing at her magnificently beautiful lover. Sayako was still at half-mast, so to speak.
	“Has that ever happened before?” Tara asked.
	“Once.” Sayako said. “I’m lucky someone was there to catch me that time, too. I just  need to go slow.”
	“It hasn’t happened to me so far, and I don’t have your huge tits to store some extra blood in.” Tara said.
	“Have we finally figured out an accurate measurement for you?” Sayako said.
	“I think I top out at twelve-and-one-quarter inches.” Tara said.
	Sayako smiled, her senses fully returned. “Prove it.”
	Tara climbed up on top of Sayako, straddling her stomach. She shuddered as Sayako gently rolled the hair band off Tara’s penis. “You really didn’t have to do this.”
	“I wanted to prove I didn’t waste a drop.” Tara smiled.
	Sayako pulled off her striped blouse and wiggled her arms underneath her back to unhook her lacy black bra. She would have been pretty upset if Tara’s surprise had caused her to break her bra; every bra in her collection had to be custom-made, and they were all expensive.
	Tara nestled her cock in between Sayako’s huge breasts and rocked back and forth. Tara rubbed her vulva against the shaft of Sayako’s stiffening penis. Tara pressed Sayako’s breasts together until they touched, enveloping her penis in the warm quivering flesh. Sayako closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She extended her tongue, and Tara was just long enough to barely touch Sayako’s tongue with the head of her cock.
	Sayako’s cock continued to rise until it pointed straight up. Tara could no longer rub it with her genitals, so every time she pulled back, she rubbed Sayako’s cock with her ass.
	They stayed like this for a few more seconds before Tara stopped. Sayako immediately looked up. “This is fun, but… maybe we should get one of our pussies involved.”
	Sayako giggled gently. “Maybe we should move to the bed. I think I’m going to have lines on my shoulder from this couch fabric.” Tara dismounted from the couch and Sayako stood immediately after. She tried to look at her back. “Is there a mark?”
	“No.” Tara said. “Not even from your bra. How can you wear a bra with those tits and not get a line on your back.”
	Sayako turned around to face her, Sayako’s erection nearly taking out the glass of water. “You just need to find one that fits.”
	Tara chuckled, staring at Sayako’s incredible member. She knelt down in front of her and grabbed Sayako’s penis by the shaft. Sayako shuddered, trying to maintain control, but all Tara did was lay her arm against it. Her arm was slightly thinner than Sayako’s penis, and it reached from her middle fingertip to the inside of her elbow.
	“I think I have.”
	They’d both had enough teasing. Sayako and Tara skipped into the bedroom. Never had they gone three whole days without coming, but over the next several hours, they would make up for lost time.
	It would be a night they’d never forget.


Chapter 4: The Morning After

	Near eight in the morning, Tara was already awake. She was sitting in the living room on the love seat, completely nude. Sayako was gone for three days, so once they were reunited, they made up for lost time and had an absolutely irresponsible amount of sex. They only stopped briefly when they realized they’d skipped breakfast and lunch and the hunger finally reached their distracted brains. They opened the bedroom window just a crack for the delivery guy to slide a pizza and some much-appreciated bottles of Gatorade into their bedroom (and the money out, of course). They hadn’t stopped making love even as they ordered over the phone, only stopping to eat ravenously. Every second wasted was unacceptable sex time being squandered. It was so much sex in so many different varieties and positions that describing it would take far too long, and all the following sexy stories would either be repetitions of that night or would pale in comparison.
	The following morning, Tara realized there maybe was such a thing as too much of a good thing. She sat on the chair atop a large flexible cold pack wrapped in a T-shirt. It wasn’t sexy, but she was extremely sore and chafed. Even walking into this room was a challenge, even with no clothes to restrict her movement. She could appreciate the muscle aches and glorious exhaustion that came with enthusiastic lovemaking, but they had clearly gone too far last night.
	Tara stayed seated, her hands on her thighs. She stared at the turned-off television, and her dark reflection in it, not wanting to stand up and get the remote that was only a few feet away on the coffee table. She looked down to her penis, happily cooling down against the cold pack. She still wasn’t used to the sight of it, but even flaccid, it was quite a thing.
	Lust stirred in her, and her cock started to stiffen. Tara gasped; even the quarter-chub she was getting here hurt. She pushed it into the cool pack, but touching it hurt more and she released it. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. “Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down.” She repeated in a pained whisper. She took deep breaths and eventually, the erection subsided.
	Tara was disappointed in herself. This was worse than any hangover she’d ever had. She couldn’t even be aroused without being in pain. This would be a long day.
	Tara heard the shuffle of feet on carpet and leaned her head around the back of the chair. Sayako stood in the doorway, also nude, hair in utter disarray, slightly hunched and walking while moving her hips as little as possible. Tara looked away, trying not to let the image of this amazing goddess dredge up her lust.
	“Hey, Tara.” Sayako said softly as she limped past, heading for the kitchen. As she moved past her chair, the air she pushed away filled with her unique scent, the sweet pheromones unique to Sayako, sweeter than the rarest flower.
	Tara groaned as her cock hardened against her will. She tried to hold it down, but once it reached its full length, the pain lessened. She huffed, trying not to think about it and let it settle back down.
	“Don’t you have an ice pack?” Sayako called from the kitchen.
	“I’m using it right now.” Tara answered.
	Tara heard Sayako groan, followed by the sound of ice cube trays being slammed against the counter and being scooped into a glass. “I’ll fill the trays later, I swear.” Sayako promised, slowly walking back to the living room. She passed the right side of the love seat and saw Tara’s erect member and looked away. “Oh, God, not right now, please.” Sayako cupped her left hand over her corresponding temple to avoid looking. “I almost can’t believe I just said that.”
	“It’s your fault.” Tara said. “Once you walked in, I got hard.”
	Sayako set down a glass full of ice and nothing else. She tried to sit, but the coarse texture of the couch touched her genitals and she whimpered and stood back up. She looked at the decorative pillows and touched them. One of them felt like satin, so she placed it in the center of the couch and sat on that instead. It was much more delicate on the tender parts. She sighed.
	Sayako looked across to Tara, her cock tall and beautiful, and she looked away, feeling the sudden quiver of lust as her heart fluttered. “I would’ve thrown something on, but the friction was too much. It still hurts.”
	A bit of silence. “I think we overdid it yesterday.” Tara said.
	“Yes, we did.” Sayako said. “It was wonderful, but… we’re both paying for it right now.”
	“I think the lesson is that we shouldn’t go three days without sex.” Tara smiled. “We need to keep the sex at an even rate. So, you shouldn’t leave for the weekend anymore.”
	“Or we should have masturbated so we wouldn’t be so backed up when I got back.” Sayako said. “How many times did we come yesterday?”
	“I lost count after thirty-something.” Tara said. “And there was a lot after that, too.”
	“That’s a lot. Even for me, that’s not even close to normal.” Sayako reached into the glass and pulled out an ice cube. She gently rubbed it against her penis.
	“You shouldn’t put the ice right against your skin.” Tara warned. “You could get frostbite.”
	“I don’t care. It feels so good.” Sayako moaned as her cock grew hard. She grunted as she rubbed the ice cube all over it, cupping it in her hand and caressing it against the underside of her cock, drops of water tricking down to her balls. “It’s not like I’m gonna leave it there for too long.”
	“Yeah, even if you did, I bet the heat coming off that thing would melt it like a grill grate.” Tara was trying very hard not to stare, but even thinking about the word “hard” made her cock ache.
Sayako had to make it worse by saying the word. “I wish this wasn’t making me hard. Isn’t cold supposed to shrink it?”
	“You’ve had one longer than me, so… you tell me.” Tara said. Sayako put one foot up on the couch, lifted her balls (ironically, the one part of her complex genitalia that didn’t hurt to touch) and rubbed the ice cube directly against her vulva. She let out a low moan of pleasure.
	If Tara hadn’t been fully, painfully erect before this, that did it. Her left hand crept by itself to her cock, just below the head, and grabbed it with her thumb and middle finger. Once she applied the gentlest pressure, she let go, the pain shooting electricity through her nerves. “Dammit.” She cursed. “I’m never gonna get rid of this hard-on if I sit here watching you, but I can’t jerk off. It’d be like doing it with sandpaper.”
	“We need something to take our minds off it.” Sayako pawed for the remote and turned on the TV. She put on the morning news broadcast, with a lovely woman reading the news. She started talking about a gas leak in a shopping mall that sent three people to the hospital.
	Tara sighed. “She’s pretty hot.”
	“Yeah…” Sayako looked down to her genitals to see if the redness had faded at all. She heard Tara hiss with pain as she tried once again to grab her penis. Sayako huffed quietly and turned the TV off. 
	“Do you have any lotion or anything like that?” Sayako said, continuing to apply the ice cube to the tender locations.
	“It’d be up in the bathroom, and I don’t want to walk all the way up there yet. If I did, I would’ve taken some Advil.”  Tara said. “Maybe we need some kind of… lube.”
	Sayako stopped what she was doing and turned to face her. It was as if the word had offended her, if only slightly. As if only perverts used lube. “We don’t need anything like that. We just need to not do it a hundred times a day.”
	“Yeah, maybe we both produce a lot of natural lube.” Tara tried to play it off as a joke. She continued. “The thing is… I’ve read about other women and when they tried anal, and they’re saying their boyfriend is big, like seven-and-a-half inches.” Sayako involuntarily snickered. “And they say that can’t do anal. At all. All the lube in the world won’t help.”
	“Is lube that ubiquitous for sex?” Sayako picked up a fresh ice cube from the cup and stroked it along her cock.
	“I don’t know.” Tara said. “But I’ve heard that anal sex without lube is basically a myth. The only place that actually happens is in pornography and erotic fan fiction.”
	That confused Sayako. “But… we’ve done that plenty of times.”
	“I know!” Tara said. “I don’t get it. Maybe they’re all wimps. Or maybe they don’t have the love that we have.”
	For the first time that morning, Sayako smiled. She looked back down to the rapidly melting ice cube. “What we need is some aloe.”
	“I don’t have any.” Tara said. “I always wear sunscreen when I need it, so I never get sunburned, so I never need it.”
	“Well, it’d be nice to have now.”
	“We can get some.”
	“How? I can’t wear anything over this. It hurts too much. I can’t even tuck it. It hurts when it touches any other part of my body!”
	“There’s gotta be something you can wear.”
	“Why me?” Sayako cried.
	“Because I’m pretty sure I’m in more pain than you because your penis is bigger.” Tara said.
	Sayako couldn’t find fault in that logic. “All right. Once I can actually walk, I’ll go out.”
	“Thank you.” Tara said sweetly. Sayako returned her focus to rubbing the ice on her cock, surprised a few seconds later as Tara stood beside her, legs bent, and planted a long kiss on her lips. As Tara pulled her lips back, Sayako pushed forward for a second, taking her free hand and delicately touching Tara’s cock.
	Tara recoiled from the contact. Sayako huffed again. “It still hurts if I do it?”
	“Yeah.” Tara said. “That would’ve been very romantic if it didn’t. Oh well.” Tara hobbled gently back to her seat, turned the ice pack over and nestled back into it like a mother hen sitting on her eggs.


Chapter 5: Attention Shoppers

	Sayako looked through what parts of her wardrobe had made it to Tara’s place, trying to find something to wear. Her top was an easy decision, as she applied one of her trusty custom-made bras and a pink sweater. Simple. But now, she looked down at her new nemesis: a pair of panties resting on the floor. She gingerly stepped into the leg holes, bent over at the waist, picked them up and brought them gently up her legs.
	The first thing to touch the panties was her dangling penis. Even her softest panties were too much for the tender skin. She tried tucking it into the fabric, but even just resting against the material was far too much friction. Sayako pulled the penis out and tried bringing them up underneath her penis, but once the waistband got reached her waist, there was no way to wear it comfortably. Frustrated, she pulled them down and removed them.
	There was no way she was wearing anything that required panties. Even the skirts she wore may as well have been made of burlap for how tender it was. Tara watched her from the bed as she tossed and shredded both of their wardrobes looking for something to wear. She came up empty.
	“What about that?” Tara pointed into the closet, at the single colorful garment still suspended on a hanger above the piles of clothes.
	 Sayako looked at it. “That’s a kimono. I don’t know how I got that, or how it wound up over here, actually. It barely can reach over my nipples. If I breathe in, my breasts will pop out.”
	“Kimono manufacturers didn’t have you in mind when they made them, I guess.” Tara said.
	Sayako moved over to it and pinched the fabric. “It IS silk.” She pulled the kimono off the hanger. “I don’t think I should have hung it on a hanger. That might be disrespectful. My uncle would know.” Sayako got an idea, separating the sash from the rest of the outfit. She gingerly wrapped her penis in the sash, securing it with a bow right at the base.
	“Is that comfortable?” Tara asked.
	Sayako shifted around a bit, her appendage wagging gently. “It’s not that bad.” She retrieved a random long black skirt from the pile and brought it around her waist. “I think I can do this.” She found her heels and put them on.
	“Should I just throw away all my miniskirts?” Tara said. “I feel like they’re never going to get worn ever again.”
	“Trust me, I’ve learned that there’s a way to wear anything you want.” Sayako said. “It’ll be easier for you, since you don’t have...” Sayako stopped on the last word.
	“Balls?” Tara blurted out. “Yeah, what’s up with that? I have the penis without the balls? How does that work?”
	“There’s a lot about this that I just don’t know.” Sayako said. “I’ve never known anyone else who’s… like me.”
	“Except me.” Tara smiled. “At least… now.”
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	Sayako exited her car and walked slowly to the grocery store. Maybe she’d be more likely to find aloe at the pharmacy, but the grocery story was closer. Sayako wanted to spend as little time out of the house as possible. She didn’t know when the silk sash currently wrapped around her cock might loosen.
	Sayako found the meager pharmacy section in the grocery store. She was greatly relieved they carried the aloe lotion she was seeking. She picked up the bottle, but then walked towards the nearby freezer section. She looked around to see nobody was nearby, then stood near the frozen pizza freezer door and opened it, letting the cold air hit her. Only a little bit crept up her skirt towards where it would bring the greatest relief. She opened and closed the door, trying to push the frigid air at herself.
	“Excuse me.” Said a young woman Sayako hadn’t seen as she passed. Sayako closed the door and tried to look inconspicuous, but as the woman passed, a jar of peanut butter chose that moment to tumble out of the woman’s basket. Undamaged, the woman bent over without bending her knees at all, folding like a clothespin, and retrieved the jar, flashing the neon-green whale tail of her thong directly at Sayako.
	The woman never noticed Sayako staring at her, nor her steely grip on the freezer door handle nor the stirrings in her heart that was the earliest precursors of an erection. Sayako threw the door open to get some more cold air under her skirt. The air just didn’t want to go that way, so she looked for a more direct method. None of those pizzas would fit under her skirt, so she hustled (fast as she could manage) to the frozen vegetable section.
	She grabbed a random bag of frozen vegetables and tucked it under her skirt against her cock. Now, the silk sheath her cock was enveloped in was keeping it insulated from the cold. She grabbed another bag and tried sandwiching her cock between the two, but it wasn’t working. She didn’t dare unwrap her cock, fearing there’d be nothing holding it back then.
	Pressing her cock between the icy vegetables wasn’t helping. She threw the two bags back into the freezer and ran to the back of the store and into the public bathroom.
	Sayako found it unoccupied, so she jumped in a stall and pulled up her skirt. She released the stretching silk sash and freed her penis, watching as it involuntarily grew to its full length.
	Sayako closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was anywhere else in the world. But every time her heart beat, she could feel the gentle aftershock as the blood moved into her penis. She tried to clear her mind, but something would always bring her back to the small supermarket bathroom she was currently hiding in.
	She didn’t have a choice. She felt like a pervert even considering what she had to do. Sayako took her finger and thumb and gently wrapped them around her cock. Once she put pressure on it, it stung too much to continue. There was no way she could come with her skin still so chafed.
	The phone near Tara’s bed rang. She answered after two rings. “Hello?”
	“It’s me.” Sayako said.
	“Hey, what’s up?”
 	“I…” Sayako started to whisper. “got hard in the supermarket. And it hurts too much to jerk off.” She felt embarrassed. “Oh, my God, I just said ‘jerk off.’ I’m turning into you.”
	“Did you find the aloe?”
	“Yes, but I can’t use it until I buy it.”
	“Then go to the self-checkout.”
	“I’m sure somebody’s watching that and they might see that it’s open.”
	“But then what? They make you pay for it? You’d already be doing that.”
	“I’d rather not risk it.”
	“Then use it in the bathroom and leave it.”
	“That would be stealing.”
	“Then… just wait a while.” Tara suggested. “You’ll calm down eventually.”
	“I’ve been in here for ten minutes.” Sayako said. “I just need to come.”
	“Without touching your penis?” Tara asked. “Then touch your pussy.”
	“I’ve… never been good at masturbating that way.” Sayako confessed. “It’s never been necessary.”
	“Well, what do you want me to do?” Tara said. “I can’t kiss it better from here… unless you think you can come hands-free from the sound of my voice.”
	“Maybe.” Sayako shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”
T	ara got into character immediately. “Ooh, baby. I’m just sitting here, dreaming of your huge hard cock.” She said in a breathy, sexy voice. “I can just imagine that hot rocket filling my wet pussy and filling me with your sweet wonderful come. I’m so hot for it. I need it so bad.”
	Tara heard Sayako sigh over the phone. “Oh, no! I’ve came home and I got an F on that math report! Trigonometry is just so darn difficult! Please don’t take that ruler and give me fifteen across the ass! And then, if I’m good, give me fifteen UP my ass…” Tara looked around the room for inspiration, at a loss. She noticed the pizza box still in the corner of room (that she should probably throw away, or else they might get ants). “Oh, pizza delivery! I don’t have any cash because I spent it all on…” She stammered. “little glass unicorn figurines or something else stupid. But I’m hungry for some spicy sausage! Is that cheese sticky and hot? Does it come with … bread sticks?”
	Sayako shook her head. “This isn’t working. It’s not even making it worse. It’s just silly.”
	“Well, thanks a lot. Now I’m hard, too.” Tara said.
	“I’m sorry.” Sayako squeaked. She heard a bit of rustling over the phone. “I just can’t calm down. It didn’t used to be like this. But now… it’s like once it’s hard, I absolutely have to come or it will never go down.”
	Tara made a gentle pop with her lips before saying, “Sorry, what?”
	Sayako was confused. “Are you eating something?”
	“You could say that.” Tara chuckled. “I’ve got my ass in the air and back against the wall and I’m sucking my own dick.”
	“I said the dirty talk wasn’t working.”
	“No, I’m serious.” Tara insisted.
	There was a pause. “Does it hurt?”
	“Actually, no.” Tara said. “I’m just touching the tip with my mouth. Maybe you can do this, too.”
	“I’m stuck here! How can I do that?” Sayako said.
	“I don’t know!” Tara said, following the distinct sound of her releasing her cock from her mouth. “Put up an out-of-order sign or something.”
	Sayako hung up. She looked down. Tara might need to take certain yoga positions to get the glans of her penis in her mouth, but Sayako did not. Seated on the toilet seat, she leaned forward and opened wide, taking only the tip of her cock into her mouth. She gently sucked on it, her cock stiffening and engorging to its max.
	She spiraled her tongue around the tip. It didn’t hurt at all. She gladly kept sucking, her legs starting to shake and kick. Sayako felt the tension build in her back and legs, sucking harder, tasting her sweet precum. She pulled her knees up, kicking her heels off so she could rest her feet against the toilet seat. She held her knees against her chest with her arms, folding her cock into the soft sweater-wrapped cleavage. She sat like this, nearly motionless, her head bobbing just as bit as she sucked her cock as hard as she could, her lips barely big enough to reach all the way around it.
	After what felt like an eternity, Sayako came. She quickly swallowed as much as she could, but her come came faster she could swallow, eventually ballooning out her cheeks like a chipmunk. She was determined not to make a mess of this nice sweater, but a little stream of ejaculate started to trickle out from her top lip down the underside of her cock. When she was finally spent, she released her cock from her mouth and leaned back, sighing with great relief. She cleaned up her cock with a bit of toilet paper until it finally stopped dripping and stowed it away in her skirt, pocketing the silk sash.
	Sayako walked calmly through the aisles and up to the self-checkout. She hadn’t opened the aloe, but she was certain her breath must reek of come, so she wanted to talk to as few people as possible. She threw in a pack of gum from the impulse buy rack and popped one piece out from the foil once she’d paid for it. She put both items into her purse, forgoing a plastic bag, and walked toward the exit before she felt a giant hand rest on her shoulder.
	She stopped. “Excuse me.” Said the man, a security guard. “Are you sure you paid for everything?”
	“Yes.” Sayako turned around slowly to see this enormous man, almost five inches taller than her six-foot frame. What kind of grocery store has a security guard? Was this a bad neighborhood or something?
	“You don’t have anything hidden that you want to let me know about?”
	Sayako definitely did, but she tried to say “No” without sounding like she was lying. “No, I swear.” She pointed to her breasts. “There’s nothing in here that I didn’t bring in with me.”
	“That’s not what we’re talking about.” Said the security guard. “We saw you on the cameras stuffing things into your skirt in the frozen section.”
	“If I stuffed frozen stuff into my skirt, I should be shivering, right?” She said, only after realizing her nerves were causing her to tremble. “I swear I didn’t take anything.” Sayako said.
	“Can you show me? Please lift up your skirt.”
	This wasn’t good. “Out here?”
	“We can do it somewhere private.” She was coaxed into an empty office, vacated by a smaller elderly man she assumed was the manager. Once the latch clicked shut, the guard’s demeanor cooled. “Miss, if you really have nothing under there, please just lift your skirt and show me.”
	“I’m… not wearing underwear.” Sayako blushed.
	“I promise I’m not doing this to be a pervert.” The guard said. “I’d bring a woman in here to help. But I’m the only guard on today and the only manager is Mr. Huntington. And I saw you stick something in your skirt. Now, you can either show me what you have under your skirt, or I will call the police and they’ll search you.”
	Sayako took a deep breath. It was better to deal with him than the police; that much was certain. “OK, if you absolutely need to see…” Sayako bent down, grabbed the edge of her skirt, pinched her eyes shut tight and stood upright, holding the front of her skirt up to her waist, exposing her flaccid cock to the air.
	The guard made a quick surprised noise. Sayako’s cheeks reddened like a ripe apple. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for him to say something. “Uhhhh…” came the slow reply. “All right then.” The man said, sounding as if he’d been woken from a deep slumber.
	Sayako opened her eyes a second before dropping her skirt. The guard was staring slightly cross-eyed at space to the right of her. She craned her head behind to see what he was looking at. She didn’t see anything. “Am I free to go, then?” She asked.
	The man continued staring at nothing. “What?” He said, looking at her again. “Oh, yeah…” He mumbled, standing. “Yeah, uh…” He never finished his sentence and stumbled unevenly out of the office, looking off into the distance as he walked.
	Sayako shrugged. “I guess I scared him.” She mumbled to herself as she left the office.
	---
	Sayako returned home and entered Tara’s bedroom. Tara was still resting in her bed. She turned to her side as she heard Sayako enter, her flaccid penis flopping over and touching the bed sheet she was resting on.
	“You get it?” She asked.
	Sayako held up the green bottle without a word, pushing her skirt down over her hips and to the floor, happily liberating her suffering cock from its fabric prison before kicking her shoes off and lying down next to Tara on the bed. Sayako squeezed the bottle, taking a generous palm-sized dallop of the lotion into her left hand. She reached across her body and started applying it to Tara’s cock. She gasped at the sudden cold, but let out a relieved moan as Sayako delicately massaged the cooling gel against her skin. Tara reached for the bottle and got her own handful of gel to massage into Sayako’s cock with both hands.
	Inevitably, they both grew hard, but they did this without any discomfort. Sayako was surprised with Tara’s restraint in not turning the massage into a hand job. Once they had their fill, they turned to their sides, facing one another, gazed forever into each others’ beautiful blue eyes, wove their lotion-soaked hands together and shared a very long kiss on the lips.
	They stayed very still for a while before Tara broke the silence with a whisper. “It’s only 1PM.”
	“I know.” Sayako whispered back.
	“We’re not going to sleep this early.” Tara smiled.
	“I know.” Sayako repeated.
	Tara brought her eyes down to Sayako’s member and was surprised by what she saw. “You’re not hard anymore. You said you had trouble going soft unless you came.”
	“If I’m home, I can just masturbate. Whenever I’m in public, I’m always nervous about being exposed, and if I get hard, I can’t relax.” Sayako said. “Right now, I just feel… safe.”
	Tara and Sayako kissed again. “You’re so cute.” Tara said. Sayako giggled gently. Tara gestured down towards her body with her eyes. “I’m still hard.”
	“Yes, you are.” Sayako said. “Don’t you feel safe?”
	“Perfectly.” Tara said. “I’m just horny.”
“Tomorrow.” Sayako promised. “We’re finally comfortable. Let’s not throw that away.”
	Tara relaxed, knowing this would most likely be the last day she'd ever have to go without sex. She would keep the sex at a moderate level. Tara figured ten times a day would suffice.
	Maybe eleven. If it was Saturday.




Chapter 6: Morning Brew

	Tara slowly awoke, reaching across the bed, surprised to find nobody there. She looked around her bedroom and saw nobody. She slid out of her bed and put on her bathrobe, finally rid of the chafing and discomfort from yesterday, but not of her pent-up lust.
	As Tara left her bedroom, she heard a rustling and slapping sound in the distance. She walked into the kitchen and saw Sayako standing in the kitchen, clutching her colossal cock and rubbing it back and forth. She kept the bottom of her T-shirt out of the way by pulling it up to her chin and pinning it against her sternum. She bit her lower lips and huffed as she pumped her cock as quickly as her arm would let her. Tara expected her to be holding a porn magazine or something in her left hand, but instead, she held a clear plastic two-liter pitcher.
	Tara could make a wild guess what Sayako was attempting, but she wanted to hear her explain it. “In the kitchen, Sayako?” She scoffed with sarcastic disapproval.
	Sayako gasped and turned, seeing Tara across the counter. Her arm stopped just long enough for her to laugh and her cheeks to turn red. “Hey.” She said softly as she resumed masturbating. “God, this is harder than I remember.”
	“Please stop saying ‘hard’ when you mean ‘difficult.’ ” Tara begged as she adjusted herself under her robe, her throbbing cock standing up. “I’m gonna be like Pavlov’s dog with that word soon.”
	 “Sorry.” She looked back to her cock as she continued to work it.
	“Actually, maybe it’s fine to do it in the kitchen. You’re about to make my favorite.” Tara quipped. Sayako laughed as Tara came in closer with her hands eagerly outstretched. “Do you want help?”
	“No, not right now.” Sayako said, her voice shaking as the force she imparted into her penis rocked her back and forth. “I just need to… my arm’s getting tired.”
	“Do you want inspiration?” Tara stood before her and threw open her bathrobe, rubbing her tits and gyrating her hips so her cock swung around and bounced against her stomach. Sayako dug up the strength to work her penis even faster. Tara turned around, tossing the robe down and bending over, reaching between her legs and spreading apart her labia with her fingers. She heard Sayako release a quivering moan, but still nothing. Tara turned around and lay on the tile, pushing her hips up and pulling her pussy open with both hands as her cock hung tantalizingly close to her own face. “Aim right there.” She whispered, trying to sound naughty.
	Sayako let her lip free, afraid she might bite straight through it if she didn’t stop, but still nothing. Tara sighed forcefully, standing back up and striding over to Sayako. Sayako leaned back slightly, still jerking it as hard as her aching arm and shoulder could manage. Tara stood to Sayako’s left, pushed her head in, puckered her lips and blew delicately into Sayako’s ear.
	Sayako released a throaty moan and her whole body shook and spasmed. She ejaculated immediately, shooting gobs of pearl white ejaculate into the pitcher.
	“There we go.” Tara placed a hand on Sayako’s back to steady her. “You just needed some encouragement.” Sayako hyperventilated as she continued to shoot streams of hot come into the pitcher. Tara brought her hand down against Sayako’s breast and flank, down to beneath her hips, where she cradled and supported Sayako’s testicles. One barely fit within her palm, as she massaged them very gently.
	After nearly a minute, Sayako’s spurts finally came to a halt. Sayako slowly stopped the jerking, working the last few drops out before finally giving her right arm a much-needed rest. She set the pitcher down on the counter and rubbed her right shoulder with her left arm.
	“Here, let me do that.” Tara started a neck rub for Sayako’s aching shoulder. “Let’s take a seat.” Sayako retrieved the pitcher as they walked into the living room, Sayako sitting in front of Tara on the couch as she rubbed her shoulders and coaxed off Sayako’s T-shirt.
	“OK.” Sayako took in a breath to clear her mind. “I think we’ve learned something.”
	“What?” Tara asked, Sayako leaning back for a moment and brushing Tara’s still-erect cock with her shoulder, leaving a string of glittering precum hanging between them like a set of Christmas lights.
	“I am totally sexually satisfied at this moment.” Sayako confessed. “I’m not horny at all. I feel fine.”
	“That sucks.” Tara pouted. “What am I gonna do then?”
	“No, we can do it later. What I mean is…” Sayako began explaining. “Most of the time we have sex, we go over and over and over. That’s not how it works for guys, right? You had boyfriends before me. Did any of them ejaculate multiple times?”
	“Nnnnno.” Tara said cautiously. “They were all one-and-done deals.”
	“What I’m wondering is if there’s something about our semen that makes each other horny.”
	“Is it actually semen?” Tara asked. “I mean, neither of us have gotten pregnant yet.”
	“I don’t know if it’s technically semen.” Sayako shrugged. “But you know what I’m driving at, right? I come inside you, you come inside me, we do it over and over until we collapse. I come into this pitcher, suddenly I’m perfectly fine for the time being.”
	“But what fun is that?” Tara leaned in to whisper this in Sayako’s ear.
	Sayako picked up the pitcher and eyeballed it. “This appears to be about half-full.”
	“Nice.” Tara moved to massaging the muscles in Sayako’s arm.
	“This is a two-liter pitcher.” Sayako observed. “After not coming for a single day, I was able to make a liter of ejaculate. There’s no way this is normal.”
	“Who cares what’s normal? I love you, no matter what.”
	“I love you, too.” Sayako leaned back towards Tara. “But I’m curious how I can do this. I’m going to look up a fertility doctor and give them a sample and have him analyze it.”
	“You should show up with this pitcher.” Tara chuckled.
	“No, I’ll get something smaller so they don’t think I’m joking.”
	“Well, if you’re not going to use this, then if I may…” Tara took the pitcher of come from Sayako and tipped it in front of her face. It moved with the slow crawl of molasses, but within a few seconds, Tara was happily gulping Sayako’s come from the side of the pitcher. It started to crawl down the pitcher faster than she could drink. The excess poured down her cheeks and splattered against her breasts. When the pitcher was mostly empty, she set it down, proudly wearing a white ejaculate mustache.
	Sayako stared at her, chest heaving with libidinous breaths. Tara wiped the come off her lip with her thumb and licked it up. “Your theory is that if our come gets in each other’s body, it makes us horny.” She scraped a small dollop from her breast with two fingers and licked them clean. “I think that theory holds up. But on the other hand, since you’re erect again and you DIDN’T eat any come today, maybe it’s something else.” She spread apart her legs, emphasizing her trembling erection by pushing her hips upwards. “Now, if you--”
	Sayako reached under Tara’s ass and pulled her hips towards her face as she swallowed all of Tara’s hard cock in one sudden motion. Tara had no idea how her cock made the bend down Sayako’s throat. She was so hard, she could have used it as a hammer and hung up a painting.
	Tara took hold of Sayako’s head, getting handfuls of hair behind her ear and holding her like a steering wheel. She tried to warn Sayako she was getting close, but Tara didn’t get a single syllable out before howling in ecstasy as she shot a torrent of come down Sayako’s throat.
	Something went wrong. Sayako coughed, and semen shot out her nose in two thick streams. She immediately released Tara’s cock and cleared her airway. Tara kept ejaculating, but Tara took control and grabbed it, placing it back between her breasts. She pointed it at her face, painting herself with ejaculate as Sayako climbed over her and lapped up what she could. They made out for a brief period before nestling into a cozy position, tangled in each other’s sticky arms.
	“Sorry about that.” Tara apologized. “Was that my fault?”
	“No, that was my fault.” Sayako sniffed. “I think. How do you feel?”
	“I’m pretty satisfied right now.” Tara cooed.
	“See, this is the problem we have.” Sayako leaned back and revealed her cock was still firm as ever. “This could go on and on.”
	Tara shrugged. “Oops.” She pushed Sayako down onto the couch and straddled Sayako. “It’s looks like we’ll just have to have more sex.”


Chapter 7: Under There

	Sayako and Tara waited patiently in the fertility clinic’s waiting room. They had to wait to see the reproductive endocrinologist, whatever he was. Tara disinterestedly flipped through a weeks-old Redbook, looking for anything to divert her attention. It promised twelve ways to have amazing sex. She could teach those Redbook writers a thing or two, boy howdy. Sayako sat there, worrying the sample she had brought in wouldn’t be good by the time the doctor saw them. She wasn’t even sure if it should be kept warm or cold.
	“Sayako?” The secretary called out to the otherwise empty waiting room. “The doctor will see you now.” Both women stood and entered the office. Sayako sat down on the paper-covered bench and waited for the doctor.
	In she came. She was probably in her early thirties, tall and slim, with decently sized breasts and amazing curly red-brown hair. Her face was perfectly beautiful, with slightly pouting lips and glasses that hid the faint line under her eyes from constant sleep deprivation. This did nothing to detract from her beauty; in fact, it highlighted it.
	Tara shot Sayako an unmistakable look. Sayako didn’t respond. The doctor introduced herself. “I am Dr. Johnson, I’m the reproductive endocrinologist. How can I help you?”
	“I have a strange request today.” Sayako said. She pulled out an old pill bottle with a small sample of her ejaculate at the bottom. “My boyfriend and I have been trying to have a child, but it hasn’t worked yet. I don’t think it’s me. Would you be able to check this sample for anything… weird?”
	“Certainly. I can do that for you.” Dr. Johnson accepted the pill bottle, eyeing the blob within. “It’s a little irregular to bring in a sample like this. I assume he knows about this?”
	“Of course.” Sayako said. “He just… works during the day, so he asked me to do this.”
	The doctor turned to Tara. She was trying not to give the doctor “the eyes.” “And who are you?”
	“I’m just moral support.” Tara said. “We’re going to go shopping after this, so I tagged along in the same car.”
	Dr. Johnson looked at the sample. “All right, then. I’ll get this sample analyzed. We should have some results by the end of the day. Why don’t you two come back then?”
	“That sounds great.” Tara grinned. “Thank you so much.” The pair left the office, weaving their hands together as the left.
	“She was so beautiful…” Tara whispered to Sayako.
	“Yes, she was.” Sayako answered. 
	“We are totally going to do her.”
	Sayako scoffed. “I can’t stop you from trying, but… that’s up to her.”
	“Are you saying there’s a woman out there who could resist my charms?”
	Sayako smiled. She knew how persuasive Tara could be.
	“You said we were going shopping after that?”
	“We are.”
	---
	Tara used the rest of this day to rectify something she’d been putting off since this wonderful new development. She and Sayako went clothes shopping. Most of Tara’s clothes still fit, of course, but she was in the market for new underwear. She didn’t wear underwear often before this. Now, none of it had the right architecture.
	Sayako and Tara drove out to the lingerie shop. Tara gathered a wide selection of panties before she and Sayako entered the same changing room. Tara stripped off her very tight jeans, a fashion statement she was all in favor of until they became much tighter in the crotch. Tara currently had her penis stowed off to her left in the front of the waistband of her unflattering white cotton panties. She pushed these off her legs to the floor. Her T-shirt was in the way, so she shed it as well
	“Are you allowed to try on the underwear?” Sayako whispered.
	“How else am I supposed to know if they look good?” Tara whispered back, going through the pile and choosing a satiny blue G-string. She stepped into both leg holes and pulled them up to her waist, tucking her penis underneath her. Her penis flopped out to the right of the thin material. She tried to tuck it back in, but it fell out to the other side.
	“G-strings never work for me.” Sayako confessed. “There’s not enough there.” Tara pulled her legs closer together and pinched her cock against her undercarriage with her inner thighs. The fabric wasn’t holding anything in place, so once she moved, her penis was released, flopping earthwards with a gentle wiggle.
	“It’s too bad. These are cute.” Tara took off that pair and placed it in a new pile of rejects. She found a lacy pink T-string that seemed more elastic than the last pair. Tara put them on. They fit pretty well, so Tara tried to maneuver her penis into the proper tucked position. She spun in place as she looked at her rear in the mirror. “These are pretty good.” She said to herself, taking them off and placing them next to the blue ones.
	Tara selected a silky white number. The waist was just string, but the front was a single triangular piece that tapered until it connected to the waistband at the back. She slipped them on. She tucked herself very comfortably in these, but they were tight enough to give her a slight forward protrusion. She gathered herself and pushed it a bit forward, just enough to suggest a bulge in the front.
	“I like these a lot.” Tara said.
	“They don’t really hide it.”
	“I don’t always want to hide it.” She gently gyrated her hips and shook her package back and forth a bit. “I’m looking for two kinds of underwear: undies I can wear with jeans, or undies I can look sexy in. This is for column B.”
	Tara selected a black semisheer thong. It was too small underneath to hold her cock comfortably, but they were very nice and silky. Even when tucked in the front, the black material made it hard to see except in profile. These were definitely a keeper.
	She continued to try different styles and colors of panties, with Sayako giving her commentary on how they made Tara’s ass look. Eventually, Tara moved her stack of panties and revealed a sealed plastic bag of men’s briefs. She tore them open and unfolded a single pair.
	“What are you doing with those?” Sayako said.
	“Hey, like it or not, these are designed with our equipment in mind.” Tara said.
	“I don’t want to see you wearing those.” Sayako turned around. “That’s not sexy to me.”
	Tara stepped into them and brought them to her waist. “You don’t have to look.” Tara had guessed the “small” men’s size would fit her well enough, so long as it was referring to hip size and not penis size. She adjusted her cock within the cotton so it was pointing downward, near the fly. She turned to the side and saw the considerable bump her cock made in these briefs.
	“I liked when my boyfriends were confident enough to wear briefs instead of hiding it all in boxers.” Tara faced the mirror and moved her legs as if she was walking in place. Her cock jostled around a bit; it didn’t feel like that’d be comfortable for long. She repositioned her cock to the left side. “Of course, none of them were as big as me. Not even close.”
	“Are you about set?” Sayako said, still not looking. “Can you try on something feminine again?”
	“I don’t think I’m trying on anything else right now.” Tara said.
	“Why not?”
	“Because I’m getting hard.” Sayako finally looked back, and Tara’s cock was stiffening in the briefs, pushing them up and outward, the tip barely held back by the elastic waistband. The upward force pushed the back of the briefs up into a serious wedgie. Tara kept her hands away from the straining underwear and contacted her pelvic floor, sending just a little more blood to her cock and gaining that extra one-quarter inch she was so proud of. With that little gesture, the elastic waistband snapped and the briefs fell to the floor.
	Sayako could have made a comment about women taking on masculine roles and breaking the bonds of the patriarchy with her inner strength. Instead, she confessed, “That was hot.” 
	“Yeah, that was.” Tara took her cock in hand and started masturbating.
	“Tara!” Sayako whispered.
	“What? I can’t leave it like this.” Tara reasoned.
	“Are you seriously masturbating to your own reflection?”
	“Yes, I am, and it’s making me hot and I don’t know why and I don’t care.” Tara huffed.
	“Come on, behave yourself!” Sayako tried to talk as loud as she could without being heard past the curtain. “Don’t make a mess!”
	“Catch it in your mouth, then.”  Tara said without stopping, one cheek curling upward in a smirk.
	“Not this time. You’re on your own.” Sayako kept her attention directed elsewhere, keeping control and not growing hard for now.
	“They won’t suspect us. They’ll think some guy did it.” Tara continued, only stopping as she saw Sayako walk through the curtain and back to the floor of the store. She sighed a bit, wondering how long it would take her to finish.
	A few seconds later, she heard a whisper. “Sayako?” She turned, Tara’s head poked past the edge of the curtain, nothing else visible. Her mischievous smile was gone. “I stopped.” She said.
Sayako walked back into the changing room. Tara was still nude besides her socks, and still erect.
	“You’re still hard.” Sayako said.
	“Well, yeah.” Tara shrugged. “I’m still horny.”
	“You need to learn to control it. I can’t give you blowjobs all the time we’re in public.”
	“You’re right. That was selfish of me.” Tara nudged Sayako onto the bench at the back of the room, and on her back. Tara’s hands went to Sayako’s skirt, and up it. Sayako brought both legs up onto the bench. Tara saw Sayako’s flaccid penis tucked in a pair of black semisheer floral-embroidered panties. How could she keep it stowed away so neatly and gracefully? It seemed impossible.
Tara found the floss-thin waistband within her skirt and slowly pulled it up her legs, liberating Sayako’s cock and balls. She maneuvered the panties up Sayako’s knees and down to her high heels, and finally off her body. Tara held them between both pointer fingers and thumbs. Despite Sayako's huge round ass, these panties was so small, they reminded her of doll clothing.
	Tara snickered, balled the panties in both palms, brought them to her nose and sniffed it like a rose. One of Sayako’s eyebrows rose at that. “Sorry.” Tara looked a bit embarrassed. “You hear about people doing that. It’s weird.”
	“Does that turn you on? What does it...” Sayako hesitated a bit. “smell like?”
	Tara took another contemplative sniff. Was it normal for lovers to sniff each other’s underwear? Wasn’t this what perverted teenagers would get up to in anime? For once, an erotic act was eluding Tara, passing right through her like a ghost. “Sort of like how it tastes, I guess.” Tara looked back down and saw Sayako’s meaty cock hanging there, her balls resting on the bench. She remembered what she was doing, tossing the panties away to the floor.
	Tara moved in closer, lifting Sayako’s soft cock and balls upwards, unveiling Sayako’s pussy. “It was selfish to ask you to blow me. Now we can both have fun.” Tara expected Sayako to turn her down. She didn’t look comfortable on that flat bench, but she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Tara’s lips. Sayako rolled back on her back, looking as comfortable as Cleopatra.
	Tara pushed her cock into Sayako. She whimpered and bit her lip, trying to keep quiet. Sayako’s cock stiffened like a hose turned up too high, pushing against Tara’s torso before slapping against Sayako’s stomach. Tara loved to take charge like this, but she also loved getting pounded by Sayako’s gigantic dick. Sometimes, life was hard. But of course, sometimes hard was fun.
	Sayako’s face twisted into cute orgasmic shapes beyond her control. Tara knew the moment she came, Sayako would do the same. Once she felt herself reach her climax, Tara’s mouth fell on the head of Sayako’s cock. Tara came in Sayako’s pussy, and Sayako came in Tara’s mouth. They could have stayed like this forever, a loop of endless recirculation.
	Tara finally let her muscles relax and collapsed on top of Sayako. They spent a few minutes catching their breath. Tara was always amazed how effortless Sayako made it look; she never seemed to tire or strain or lose energy. She was one special lady, that much was certain.
	Tara bought a small stack of panties, knowing very well the only thing she’d like more than wearing them was taking them off. 



Chapter 8: Doctor's Orders

	It was the end of the day. Few people were still at the fertility clinic when Sayako and Tara returned. Dr. Johnson met them in the lobby and brought them into her office to discuss what she’d found.
	“Did you examine the sample?” Tara asked.
	“Yes, I did.” Dr. Johnson said. “This might be a strange question, but…” She addressed Sayako. “Did your boyfriend have a vasectomy?”
	Sayako was alarmed by this question. “No.” She said. “Why?”
	“There’s no sperm in his sample, or none that appeared on our instruments.” Dr. Johnson explained. “This is a condition called ‘azoospermia.’ It’s not common, but it’s the desired result of a vasectomy.”
	“That’s impossible.” Sayako said.
	“Is it?” Asked the doctor. “How well do you know this guy?”
	“Doctor…” Tara stepped in. “Is this really an appropriate question?”
	“Forgive me.” She said. “There are naturally-occurring explanations for azoospermia. But I don’t have an explanation for something else I found.”
	Now Sayako was worried. She felt a little uneasy, having her emissions being scrutinized like this. “What did you find?”
	“It’s a compound I’ve never seen before.” The doctor pulled up a piece of paper with a printout. “I don’t know what you know of estrogen, but it’s not a single compound. There are three naturally occurring ‘estrogens,’ or estrogen compounds.”
	She showed them the printout with a complex molecule structure drawn on it. “See, there’s two of each type attached at points to this molecule of testosterone, linked by these hydrogen bonds. Both men and women have both testosterone and estrogens, so their presence isn’t surprising. It’s the orientation that is unusual.”
	Sayako looked to Tara. “Do you know much about chemistry?”
	“I was better at math.” She answered.
	“I’ve never seen this compound anywhere before.” Dr. Johnson said. “And I’ve read just about every book on fertility in the world. I’ve never seen anything remotely like this. Which means… we have discovered something today. Privately, I’ve been calling it ‘herstosterone,’ because of the estrogens. With this orientation of estrogens, I have to assume it’s highly soluble, easily absorbed by the skin on contact. I don’t know if you’ve heard about the transdermal androgen creams some men use to increase their testosterone. They advertise it on late-night television. It’s like that, but much more readily absorbed. It might be hazardous.”
	“I doubt that.” Tara waved her hand. “I’ve been exposed to it a lot, and personally I feel great.”
	The doctor looked confused. “I’m sorry? I thought it was her boyfriend.” She pointed to Sayako.
	“Maybe we should come clean.” Tara looked to Sayako.
	“I’m a doctor.” Dr. Johnson noted. “You can tell me anything.”
	“See? You have nothing to fear. And she’s not going to believe you unless you show her.” Tara teased.
	“Show me what?”
	Tara stood from her chair and climbed on Sayako, wrapping her arms around her head and kissing her, grinding her ass against Sayako’s groin.
	“Oh!” Dr. Johnson looked away. “I guess you made up the boyfriend thing, then.”
	Tara pushed Sayako’s face into her breasts and continued to grind, Sayako’s cock stiffening against her panties. Sayako didn’t want to break another pair of panties, so she conceded. “All right, all right, I’ll show her.” Tara returned to her seat, herself chafing and adjusting herself as she stiffened within her skirt.
	Sayako already felt her face redden as she pulled her cock free from her tiny panties as it grew harder and achieved its full size, pushing her miniskirt up.
	Dr. Johnson leaned back as if the cock was pressing her back into her chair, her mouth open. She closed it to swallow the saliva collecting in her mouth. “I’m a fertility expert, so I hope you know what I’m about to say means.” She cleared her throat and pointed. “That is the biggest penis I’ve ever seen.”
	Sayako huffed and frowned, her cheeks red and the tip of her cock red-purple. “I didn’t think it was that big until people started making such a fuss about it.”
	“The sample was from you, then?” Dr. Johnson asked.
	“Yes.” Sayako said gently.
	“I actually sympathize, because… there’s no way you can have sex with that monstrosity.”
	“What are you talking about?” Tara said. “We do it all the time!”
	“That’s absurd. It’s as wide as my forearm.” Dr. Johnson scoffed.
	“We can prove it.” Tara said, happy to take the excuse to take her jeans off completely and free her own rock hard cock from its denim prison.
	Now, Dr. Johnson found herself flushed. “That’s the second-biggest penis I’ve ever seen.” She said, sounding out-of-breath.
	“Thank you.” Tara smiled, walking around the desk towards the doctor, pointing her appendage towards her. “You wanna touch it?”
	The doctor extended her gently quaking hand towards the pulsating erection and gently touched it. Tara shuddered. “Wow, it’s so hot.” Dr. Johnson said softly. “It’s hotter than the sidewalk in summer. I feel like it’ll burn me.”
	“Do you want this inside you?”
	“Tara!” Sayako was never successful at covering herself when erect, but that didn’t stop her trying.
	“There’s no way it’ll fit. You’re going to split me in half with that thing.”
	“No, I won’t, and I’ll prove it.” Tara said, stepping back and coaxing Sayako to the side of the desk, waddling with her jeans still in a pile at her ankles. Tara gently pushed Sayako down until she was bent over the desk. Sayako was now resting on her cock uncomfortably as Tara pulled up Sayako’s skirt like a curtain, unveiling her ass. She brought her hand down from her shoulders, across her back and to her ass, which she gave a firm slap.
	“Hey!” Sayako protested.
	“I’m sorry, Sayako.” Tara said. “Bending someone over like this… I just felt I had to give you a spank.” Tara took her cock by the base and wagged it up and down, tapping it against her left butt cheek a few times. She leaned down and kissed the spanked cheek gently, leaving the gentle pink lip print from her lip gloss.
	Tara stood back up, took both of Sayako’s buttocks in her hands and pointed the tip of her penis right against Sayako’s ass.
	“What, no lube?” Dr. Johnson said. “You’re going to hurt her!”
	“No, I won’t.” Tara pushed forward and pressed her entire cock into Sayako’s ass. Sayako groaned with pleasure as Tara deliberately pulled her cock out until just the tip was still inside, then pushed it all back in. “Sayako, if I’m hurting you, you’ll let me know, right?” Tara huffed. Sayako responded only with more ecstatic moaning.
	Dr. Johnson watched, transfixed. For once, Tara wasn’t trying to climax immediately. Dr. Johnson looked down to Sayako, who covered her face with her hands.
	“Oh, my God.” Sayako said. “This is so embarrassing.”
	“See? It’s not hurting her at all.” Tara gradually picked up the pace, working up the shine of a light sweat. “Doctor, on a scale of one to ten, how horny are you right now?”
	“Ten.” She said immediately.
	“You must want to join in so badly.” Tara said.
	“Yes.”
	“Are you wet?”
	Dr. Johnson was fidgeting, crossing her legs. “I’m so wet, it feels like I peed my panties.” She confessed.
	“You can take them off if you want. They’ll just get in the way” Tara said, continuing to pump Sayako’s ass. The doctor hastily threw off her shirt and skirt, jumping out of her panties and throwing them against a bare wall below her diploma, where they stuck briefly to the wall before falling to the carpet. All she wore now was her stockings, garter belt and glasses.
	“You’re so beautiful.” Tara smiled. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
	Sayako turned her head and tried to respond. “Hhhh… hhh…. yes… yes, she is… hhh…. hhhh…”
	“Ok, let’s stand up.” Tara said, helping Sayako stand up from the desk, the precum leaking from her cock causing a piece of paper to rise off the desk, stuck to it. Tara never let up on Sayako’s ass as they stood in front of Dr. Johnson. “Kneel down, please.”
	Dr. Johnson’s knees hit the ground so hard, she thought she had skinned them on the carpet. She leaned towards Sayako’s wagging cock with mouth agape and tongue outstretched. “Should I… can I…”
	“Not yet.” Tara said. “We just want to do a test of our own.” Tara moved into the home stretch, pumping as hard as she could while they were both standing, reaching around and jerking off Sayako’s cock with one hand and holding Sayako’s hips still with the other.
	Tara was getting close, so she needed that little something to push Sayako over the edge right when she wanted. Tara planted a few kisses against Sayako’s bare neck and gently licked her from neck to ear with the tip of her tongue.
	It worked. Sayako released a great moan of pleasure and ejaculated, which Tara pointed directly at the doctor. Only a moment later, she felt herself climax and pulled out of Sayako’s ass, pointing her cock through Sayako’s legs and at the doctor. Dr. Johnson was bathed in their come, nearly covering her completely. The image reminded Sayako of those weddings where they hand out silly string instead of rice.
	Sayako and Tara took a relaxing breath. Dr. Johnson was shaking underneath the layer of ejaculate she’d been slathered in. “You said the herstosterone might be absorbed through the skin. So, in your opinion, as a doctor…” Tara said. “On a scale of one to ten, how horny are you?”
	Dr. Johnson removed her glasses as gently as she could, a few strings of come anchoring them to her face before they snapped. “Twenty. Fifty. A million. I don’t care. Whatever number it gets you two to fuck me.”
	Tara looked at Sayako with a knowing smirk. “I’m good for right now.”
	“Oh, come on!” The doctor shouted, walking on her knees towards her. “I’ve never been so horny in my life. I need this so bad.”
	“Don’t be mean, Tara.” Sayako said, kneeling near Dr. Johnson and taking off her blouse. “Let me help you.” Sayako extended her tongue and licked a long streak of come clean from the doctor’s arm. Tara joined in, licking from the other side. Sayako and Tara methodically licked every drop of come form the doctor’s nude body. Since they were shielded by the stocking and her lower legs were tucked behind her, nothing got on her feet, so they were sadly left out of the fun. There was nothing much to be done about the come in her hair.
	Dr. Johnson sat as still as she could as they licked her face, her neck, breasts, flank and legs. Tara finished her side faster than Sayako. Once she had cleaned her plate, leaving the doctor’s inner thigh for last, she immediately moved in to the doctor’s pussy and started lapping at it. Dr. Johnson gasped, but quickly relaxed, resting her back against the floor and allowing Sayako to eat her out like she was dying of thirst and her pussy was a ripe watermelon.
	Tara probably should have felt jealous, watching Sayako’s tongue spiral around this beautiful pussy as she made little moans and cute slurping noises. That didn’t happen. Tara’s rod got hard as hell in the time of a single heartbeat. Maybe she should have shoved it back in Sayako’s ass where it belonged. Tara was so shocked by this spontaneous move of Sayako’s, all she could do is grab her cock by the base and beat it off vigorously.
	At no time in her life had Dr. Johnson had oral sex even remotely this good. How obvious it was now that only those who owned the equipment firsthand would be any good at it. This oral sex was so good, it made everything she’d ever done feel like a waste of time. The extended education, the eight years of medical school, the late nights at the library studying compound names, what was the point of any of it when you could have this amazing woman gobbling your pussy? Then again, everything she’d done had brought these two angels into her life, so she was satisfied.
	At about the point where Dr. Johnson thought Sayako might have licked her pussy clean off like a temporary tattoo, she reached an unbelievable orgasm. Not long after, Tara reached her own, spraying her ejaculate back at the doctor, soaking her tits and belly with come.
	The doctor looked down at the new mess with incredulity. Tara was still ejaculating as she looked up to her. The orgasm weakened her knees, and she slowly came to rest beside the doctor.
Sayako finally brought her mouth away from Dr. Johnson’s pussy, seeing the fine new mess Tara had made. Without so much as a word, Sayako moved up and started lapping up the puddle of come on the doctor’s belly.
	“This could become a vicious cycle.” Tara said.
	Dr. Johnson reached down to Sayako’s head and touched her forehead, bringing her head up away from her body gently. “I think I’m ready for the real thing.”
	Sayako helped the doctor to her feet and up to her desk. She sat on the very edge of the desk, Sayako backing up to arms’ length and setting the tip of her penis against her vulva. 
	“I still don’t think it’ll fit.” Said the doctor. “But I want you to fill me with your hot jizz.”
	Sayako felt compelled to warn the doctor. “If I do that, then…” She didn’t know how to phrase it. Tara walked around and shook her semi-erect cock in the doctor’s face.
	She got the message. “Is that how that happened?” She chuckled. “Alright. I’m not afraid.”
	“Are you sure?” Sayako said, taking a step closer. “It’s not just the hormones talking?”
	Sayako’s hand was close enough for Dr. Johnson to grab, so she took it, jumped up and kissed Sayako on the lips. “I’m sure.”
	Everything until now hadn’t made Tara the least bit jealous. But that kiss inspired sudden white-hot envy. Her cock stiffened, clipping the edge of her desk as it rose. She got behind Sayako and inserted the tip into Sayako’s underappreciated vagina.
	“Ooh!” Sayako gasped. “I guess I’d better start.” Sayako pushed the tip of her cock into Dr. Johnson’s pussy. Sayako grabbed the doctor’s hips and slowly pushed it further in. She stopped whenever the doctor silently gestured to hold up, but once she acclimated, she motioned for more until Sayako’s immense cock was inside her right to the hilt.
	The doctor was breathing hard, looking down, wondering where she’d found the room to stow all that cock meat. Sayako pulled out to the tip and the negative pressure made Dr. Johnson think she was going to turn inside out. Sayako pushed forward and started pounding her pussy. Tara was behind her, trying to keep the same rhythm as she pounded Sayako, but their different cock lengths meant they inevitably went out of sync like the turn signals on two separate cars.
	Tara reached around and kneaded Sayako’s tits with each hand, reaching under her shirt and groping and tugging at the soft flesh. She leaned her head on her shoulder, nibbling at her earlobe and kissing her cheek.
	The doctor threw her arms around the desk, scattering her belongings and a few pictures off the desk. Her arms were flailing around like one of those dancing nylon tubes they put in front of car dealerships. Sayako kept her hips in place with both hands as she pounded her faster and faster.
The pitch in the doctor’s voice suggested she was close, so Sayako took one last chance to warn her. “I can still pull out if you want.” She huffed. The doctor responded by throwing her legs around the pair of them, holding them up against her by pressing her feet against Tara’s ass.
	Tara whispered to Sayako. “Fill ‘er up.”
	Sayako bit her lip and pumped as hard as she could. When she was right on the verge, she took her hands on the doctor’s hips and pushed them together. She shot her ejaculate into the doctor, trying to keep as much in her as she could manage by pinching her vagina shut tightly around the base of her cock. A few stray spurts of come got loose, but the majority stayed inside the doctor. Tara kept pumping her cock inside her, even as she felt herself ejaculate, purposefully making a mess as come gushed out of Sayako’s pussy and splattered at their feet.
	Once Sayako had finally finished coming, she pulled out, unleashing a little river of white come dribbling out of the doctor’s vagina, reaching to the carpet. Sayako stepped away for a second, the come in the carpet squishing as they stepped in it. She took a closer look at the motionless doctor.
	“Is she dead?” Tara asked. “Did you literally fuck her to death?”
	“No, she’s breathing.” Sayako said, a little put off by the lack of concern in Tara’s voice. Sayako put her hand on her shoulder and gave her a little shake. She didn’t budge. “She’s just asleep.”
	“I hope I can sleep that well tonight.” Tara sighed.
	The duo got dressed and left, locking her office door behind them.
	
	If it worked for Dr. Johnson the same way it worked for Tara... they would see her again soon.



Chapter 9: Hand It To You

	Tara was dressed in an apron with nothing else underneath, hanging with her cock out in the kitchen as she heard three harsh knock burst through the front door. Tara looked through the peephole and saw Dr. Anna Johnson standing on their stoop, dressed in a winter coat lined with black fur at the collar.
	Tara opened the door and smiled, presenting her half-naked flesh and proudly hanging member. “Hey, there!”
	Dr. Johnson saw her and her expression changed to anger. “You!” She marched in, Tara backpedaling away until her back was against the end of the railing of the nearby stairs. “Where’s Sayako?”
	Tara called upstairs. “Sayako, can you come down here, please? We have a visitor.”
	Sayako appeared at the top of the stairs in her bathrobe. “Oh! Hello, doctor. What brings you here?”
	“This!” Anna opened her coat to reveal she wore a shirt, but no pants underneath. She now had a penis, similar to Tara’s in size and shape and lacking accompanying testicles. It was fully erect, quite pink when contrasted against her pale flesh, with a few light blue veins visible. “What’s wrong with this thing?!”
	“It looks fine to me.” Tara smiled.
	“I can’t come with it!” Anna said. “I’ve been beating it for days and I can’t come! I’m about to go crazy! So I’m about to bang you two like a drum because this is your fault.”
	Tara shrugged. “OK, sure.”
	“Now, wait a minute.” Sayako descended the stairs. “Let’s relax for a second. Come on, take a seat.” She brought Anna to the couch and sat next to her. “Tell us everything that happened.”
	“I woke up in my office and I had this thing.” Anna said. “So I started to jerk it off, but nothing ever happens. I can’t ejaculate and I never orgasm. My husband actually caught me jerking this thing, but… he just walked away after seeing it like he thought he was crazy. I tried to bring it up later, and… he acted like he’d never even seen it. I showed him again and he did the same thing. It was like he didn’t want to know. Anyway, I tried all sorts of stuff to get off. I even tried having sex with the space between the couch cushions. Nothing ever works.”
	Sayako hummed thoughtfully. “Obviously, ours work just fine, so I wonder what the difference is.” Sayako said.
	Tara laughed. “I have an idea.” She sat next to Anna. “You’re married. Does your husband think you’re bad at hand jobs?”
	A second of thought, and the light bulb went on in Anna’s head. “That can’t be it! Can it?”
	Tara pulled up her apron to fully expose her cock. “Give it a shot. Let’s see.”
	Anna wrapped her hand around the base of Tara’s half-chub and brought her hand to the tip, letting it stiffen in her hand. She rocked it back and forth, rubbing fast and then slow, using her entire hand the way you’d hold a glass.
	Tara stopped her. “Ok, I could probably get off from that eventually, but… yeah, your technique is pretty bad.” She stood up. “Sayako, show her how you do it. I’m going to get something.”
	“You didn’t leave anything on the stove, did you?” Sayako said.
	“No, I haven’t started cooking yet.” Tara said as she left. “I just like wearing this apron.”
	Anna looked over to Sayako, expecting her to start the demonstration. She sighed, undoing the knot in the robe and spreading her legs apart, unleashing her flaccid member.
	“God, even soft, that thing is colossal.” Anna said, staring at it. “How did that fit in me?”
	Sayako blushed as her cock slowly got hard. “Please don’t stare.” She said quietly.
	“Sorry.” Anna said. “But I’m supposed to watch your technique.” Sayako placed her left hand on her cock and worked it gently, placing her thumb against the top of it and her fingers gently against the bottom. She stopped when she heard Tara come back in the room with a rolled measuring tape.
	“Before we go on, I need to know.” She unfurled the tape and placed the first end at the very base of Anna’s cock, leading it up to the tip. “I just want to know how big you are.” She rolled it across the top of Anna’s erect penis up to the very tip. She leaned in close to read the numbers on the tape. 	“Congratulations. We’ve got another member of the Subway club. You’re twelve inches exactly.” She kissed the tip gently before standing up, Anna shuddering as Tara’s lips made their brief contact.
	Watching Tara kiss this woman’s beautiful cock helped Sayako along, and she reached her full erect length within a few seconds. Anna was almost hypnotized by it. She felt herself drawn to it, mouth open in an O-shape, but she resisted. “Alright. Show me how you jerk off.”
	Sayako bit her lip. She placed her right hand near the base, holding it with her thumb and three fingers. She pushed it up to the tip of her cock and back down.
	“You don’t use the whole hand?”
	“Sometimes I do. Sometimes I keep the pinky extended.” Sayako said as she slowly worked her cock. “Sometimes, I put my thumb against the top, parallel to my cock, and use the inside of my two fingers like this.” She changed positions to one more akin to the grip on a screwdriver. “I also sometimes use two hands, but… you probably don’t have to. It still works with one.”
	Anna turned to Tara, who had started masturbating herself sometime during the last sentence. “Are you showing me your technique?”
	“No, I just started jerking it.” She looked down to her hard cock. “My technique is different from hers, but I can almost get my hand around it.” Tara’s finger and thumb formed the OK gesture, and she moved this single ring of flesh up and down her shaft. “I guess I’d never really thought about how I did it until now. See, you don’t need to shake it around, and you don’t need to grab it really tightly. Just hold it still and hold it enough to move the skin. It’ll move on top of all the hard stuff.” She pushed up and gathered some of the skin from the shaft up to the tip, giving it a small lip on the underside of the tip.
	The doctor had a question that she was a little too embarrassed to ask, so she shrugged it off. She imitated Tara’s technique, hers being the more similar member. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around her cock and started masturbating. She trembled as she worked it up and down, rocking a bit in the couch seat between Sayako and Tara.
	“Excuse me a sec.” Tara said. “All three of us all just sitting here masturbating? This is ridiculous.”
	“Believe me, I want you both very much.” The doctor said, gulping in some breath as she masturbated faster. “But I need to learn to do this myself.” She stayed at her fast pace, huffing as she tried to reach climax. She held her breath and pounded it as hard as she could… and then nothing. She hit the wall she always hit that stood between intense arousal and ecstasy. She released her cock and leaned back, taking in long breaths.
	“Nothing?” Sayako asked.
	Anna shook her head no. “Not even any preseminal fluid.”
	“Don’t call it that.” Tara said. “It sounds so medical.”
	“I AM a doctor.” Anna scoffed. “I don’t get it. Why doesn’t this thing work?”
	“I’m sure it works.” Tara said, standing and crossing over to Sayako. She whispered something to her, and Sayako left the room. Tara sat next to Anna in Sayako’s former seat. “Want me to try?” 
	“No! I really need to learn to do this myself.” Anna said.
	Tara pulled her feet up onto the couch cushion and folded them Indian-style in front of her, her penis standing in the middle like the center pole of a teepee. “Maybe it’s not your technique. Maybe we need to try something else. If your hands won’t work, maybe we need something else.”
	Anna had been staring at her still-throbbing erection as Tara said that. She turned back to ask what when she came face-to-face with Tara’s left foot, suspended just inches from her face. It startled her, but once that passed, she was struck by what a beautiful appendage it was. She took it in two hands, keeping it right by her face. It was perfectly smooth and soft, and smelled no more than a hint of baby powder. She gently pinched her big toe and pressed her other thumb into the instep, massaging it. Anna brought it in closer and kissed the heel gently. Tara pressed her foot against Anna’s face, drawing it slowly down her face. Anna extended her tongue and licked from the heel to sole just as Tara pinched the bridge of Anna’s nose with the first and second toes. Tara released it a second later, but not before Anna took the foot back and placed her big toe in her mouth. She caressed the bottom with her tongue and sucked it as she slowly drew it out of her mouth and gave it back to Tara.
	Tara was amazed that anything could feel quite as good as Sayako’s slippery tongue on the tip of her cock. Maybe this wasn’t that good, but it was nice. Tara brought her other foot around and placed them on either side of Anna’s cock, the insoles facing in. “I know you can’t do this to yourself—or maybe you can—but don’t worry about that. I know you’ll be able to come, so let’s make that happen.”
	Anna smiled, a little apprehensive as Tara closed her feet around her penis. Tara worked her feet up and down Anna’s cock, the hot flesh touching her sensitive soles. Anna leaned back, twitching a bit as Tara felt a bit of precum touch her toe.
	Feet weren’t the optimum tools for getting most forms of work done, but they seemed to be getting this job done. Tara continued kicking her legs up and down and jerking Anna’s cock with her feet. Anna let out some long moans with all her breath.
	“You close?” Tara leaned in to whisper. One second later, Anna finally ejaculated a stream of hot jizz that reached the ceiling in its first volley and came close the second time. Her eyes rolled back and her legs shook uncontrollably as she let loose days of sexual frustration in an orgasm that lasted almost a full minute. The couch and table were splattered with Anna’s come.
	Once Anna had finally released all she had, she collapsed, Tara holding her upright. Anna caught her breath. “How are you feeling?” She whispered.
	She leaned back, gazing at Tara deliriously, her penis finally softening. “I needed that so bad.” She said woozily.
	Tara looked off to the hall. “Did you catch it?”
	Anna turned around. “What?” Sayako was in the hall, looking into the LCD of a digital camera.
	“I got it.” She turned the camera around and showed it to Anna. There was a picture of her with Tara’s feet wrapped around her penis. She’d been caught in mid-orgasm, her mouth wide open, the ribbon of ejaculate reaching out the top of the frame.
	“Why did you take a picture of me?!” She shouted. “I don’t want this on the Internet!”
	“We’re not going to do that.” Tara said. “But maybe your problem was that you were trying to jerk off without porn. Now, we have some.”
	“I’m not going to jerk off to a picture of myself.” Anna scoffed.
	“What? Don’t you think you’re beautiful?” Tara said, kissing Anna on the cheek.
	“No, I know I am, but I’m sorry. That’s just weird. That’s like… ultimate incest.” Anna said.
	Tara was off-put by this reaction, but Tara wasn’t sure why Sayako appeared to be off-put as well. “How about a picture of us?” Sayako said, passing the camera to Anna. Anna accepted it, silently looking for the button that snaps a picture. Tara had already jumped to her knees and took Sayako’s mighty cock down her throat. Anna almost dropped the camera as she took a few snapshots of the couple. A picture of Tara with all of Sayako’s cock in her mouth didn’t give the proper impression of its size. She took another picture with most of it outside, the cock shiny with spit.
	Anna groaned as her cock started to stir between her legs and stand up again. “What’s happening? I just came! What about the refractory period?”
	“The what?” Sayako shuddered as she placed her hand on the back of Tara’s head. Tara removed Sayako’s cock from her mouth and knee-walked to Anna, who was fully erect again.
	“You’re gonna love this.” Tara smiled wickedly as she opened her mouth and placed the tip of her penis against her tongue. Anna shook as Tara’s warm breath danced on the tip before she closed it and suckled it as she’d sucked Tara’s toe earlier. Tara leaned forward, opening her mouth further. Anna watched as her cock vanished into Tara’s mouth.
	Anna howled. Why was she bothering trying to learn to masturbate? What could possibly be better than her incredibly sensitive cock absorbed into this hot, moist coffin of flesh? Tara kept wanking Sayako as she blew Anna, who was crying out something indistinct that was probably a swear.
	Anna spasmed and shook as Tara released her cock from her mouth. Anna moaned with disappointment until Tara started working both their cocks, pointing them toward her face. Anna tried to line up a shot before she came, but was unsuccessful, firing a blast of come right at Tara’s beautiful face. Anna pressed the button as quickly as she could. Sayako came a moment later, splattering come on her forehead and cheek before Tara pointed the two jizz cannons down towards her chest, painting her tits with white streaks of come. She moved them back up to her face to accept the last spurts of ejaculate on her tongue, licking both heads simultaneously.
	Anna reviewed the pictures as Tara wiped an errant blob of jizz from above her eye. She picked her favorite, a picture of Tara with her tongue out, both their huge cocks firing pure white jizz at her face, one eye closed to shield it from the ejaculate.
	“That picture’s my favorite.” Anna showed it to Tara. “What do you think?”
	She nodded. “I could jerk off to that. Speaking of which, I’m now the only one of us who hasn’t come yet today, so…” She started to jerk off, but Anna’s hand came down and grabbed her wrist.
	“Don’t waste it.” Anna said.
	Tara’s smile could barely exhibit how thrilled she was. Tara coaxed Anna back to the couch and worked her cock a bit until it stiffened again. “If you thought the blowjob was nice, you really haven’t felt anything yet.”
	Tara gestured for Sayako to lie down on the couch. She did so, and she helped Anna climb the amazing height of Sayako’s cock and started taking it up her ass. Anna slowly descended as inches of hard cock slid gently up her ass. She felt like she’d just sat on a missile. Anna eventually got every inch inside her, but again, she couldn’t imagine how.
	“Good work.” Tara smiled. “Here’s your reward.” Tara pressed her labia against the end of Anna’s cock and pressed the tip in. Anna gasped, not equipped for the sudden immense pleasure she was experiencing, giving and receiving at the same time. Tara allowed the rest of Anna’s hard cock into her pussy. She wasn’t as big as Sayako, but that was OK. It was hot and hard and filled her just fine.
	Tara rode Anna’s cock as Sayako pumped her ass. Tara got her feet of the couch and posed them against Anna’s legs, so she was completely off the couch. Tara’s cock wagged up and down, precum leaking from the end.
	After a minute or two of this, Sayako lost control and came in Anna’s ass. The sudden sensation of what felt like gallons of lava being poured into her insides caused her to climax immediately, filling Tara’s tight pussy with come before it flowed out and onto Anna’s stomach and legs. Tara felt the hot come in her and pointed her free cock at Anna’s face just before she lost control herself, unleashing a wave of sticky hot ejaculate all over Anna’s face and then her own. Tara took a few pictures of this before dismounting Anna’s cock to lie beside them.
	The trio made out in the disorganized fashion that three-way kisses always ended up. They stayed still, their bodies exhausted and their lusts slaked… for now. Tara showed the others the picture she’d snapped just before the end. Only their faces were visible in this picture. Anna was covered in come, her face turned to her right to accept Sayako’s kisses, a strand of come bridging their tongues. Tara had pressed her cheek against Anna’s, showing her ejaculate-painted tongue to the camera. She was the only one facing the camera, and her left arm took up the far side of the frame.
	Tara was never a big fan of the “selfie” phenomenon, but this picture… she could learn to appreciate. Still sprawled out on her back above the others, Tara looked upwards. 
	“So… who’s going to clean the ceiling?”


Chapter 10: Out and About

	“I just thought of something.” Sayako announced as she idly twirled her spoon in the remnants of her breakfast cereal.
	“What’s that?” Tara asked, sitting across the table from her, messing with her phone. She was dressed in her white robe, her legs apart and flat on the floor, her cock hanging straight down off the edge of the chair.
	“Do you remember what Anna said about when she showed her husband her penis?” Sayako asked. Tara looked up and shook her head. Sayako proceeded, “That’s right, you were out getting the measuring tape. Anna said that her husband caught her touching it, and he was startled, shocked… apparently, he wandered off like he saw a ghost.”
	“Poor guy.” Tara frowned. “I mean, I feel bad for any guy who has to compete with us.”
	“I didn’t mention this before, but... when I bought the aloe, I got stopped by security because they saw me putting frozen stuff up my skirt. He made me show that I didn’t have anything stowed away in my skirt, so… I flashed him. And he did the same thing. He really looked like he’d seen a ghost or an alien.”
	“He was scared?”
	“No, not really. It’s like Anna said. It was like he didn’t want to see it. She even said that her husband denied seeing it later on. He saw something he had no explanation for.”
	Tara leaned on one elbow. “He was stupefied?”
	Sayako snapped her fingers. “That’s a good word for it, I think. He was stupefied."
	“It’s almost as if he’d never seen a penis as big as yours before.” Tara smiled.
	“That’s what I wonder. Both the security guard and Anna’s husband had the same reaction. I wonder if every man would react the same way.”
	Tara chuckled. “There was the mailman, too.”
	Sayako blinked. “Pardon?”
	“When I thought you were coming home from your trip, I showed up at the door naked, thinking it was you. It was the mailman. He just dropped the stack of letters and bills and crap right on the stoop and walked away like a zombie.”
	“That’s three.” Sayako said.
	“I don’t think we can reach a conclusion based on that.” Tara said, standing up from her seat.
	“What are you thinking?’ Sayako asked.
	“We need to go find some men.” Tara said.
	“Are you suggesting we go out and flash strangers?” Sayako folded her arms beneath her breasts.
	“It’s either that, or I’m going to go through the phone book calling repair guys and delivery men and test it out on them.”
	Sayako sighed. “All right, then. Let’s get dressed.”
	“Should we have sex first, so we’re less likely to get aroused while we’re out there?” Tara proposed.
	“Will that really make a difference?”
	“Probably not.”
	They did anyway. Just to be safe.
	---
	Sayako parallel parked on a mostly secluded side street. Tara wanted to test her current hypothesis that men who saw their cocks were stupefied into forgetting they had ever witnessed them. If it were true, to live without knowing such amazing cocks exist in competition with their own… what kind of life was that? Then again, what bliss they would share.
	They’d chosen the place to being their experiment once they’d finally found a building under construction. That would mean that most vocal proponent of feminine beauty: the construction worker.
	Tara had chosen the smallest skirt she could still wear while stowing away her new equipment, a tight white microskirt with matching tube top and bolero. Sayako wore a button-up shirt with most of the buttons open (by necessity) and a short black skirt.
	Tara walked by the construction zone, but for some reason, everyone appeared to be occupied and actually doing their job. Almost every other time she’d walked or driven by construction, everyone seemed to be standing around drinking coffee as if that somehow helped buildings come together.
	Tara stepped past the gate, Sayako staying outside the fences. There were plenty of signs that said No Entry, but that would not stop a girl like Tara. She soon caught the attention of a huge black guy with a reflector vest and hardhat.
	“Hello, miss.” The construction worker set down his hammer on a sawhorse and walked over to Tara, keeping a polite distance. “Can I help you with something?”
	“Darn.” Tara thought. “He’s actually polite and not a perv. How times have changed.” She smiled brightly at him and asked as sweetly as possible, “Excuse me, big boy, but I was wondering, the strap on my shoe has come undone and my back hurts.” She took that opportunity to push her chest forward with her hands on the center of her back. “Could you fasten that for me?”
	“Certainly, miss.” He smiled and went down on one knee, pulling off his powdery work gloves and fiddled with the strap. “This might be a job for smaller hands than mine, of course.” He eventually got the tiny metal rod into the hole and successfully fastened the strap. “I hope that’s not too tight.” He said, looking up before he rose. He gasped and fell backwards as he saw a huge flaccid penis hanging inside the woman’s skirt. Tara had adjusted her stance just enough so it would fall out from within her skirt.
	The man stared at it for a moment before looking out past her, the thousand-yard stare of intense shock and dismay. Tara quickly tucked it back between her legs before two more construction workers came to see what had brought their friend to the floor.
	They helped him to his feet, looking suspiciously to the pretty blonde standing near him. “Are you OK, sir?” Tara addressed the construction worker she’d exposed herself to. He only responded with some confused mumbling as he reached his feet.
	“What happened?” Asked the second construction worker.
	“I don’t know.” Tara shrugged. “I flashed him for fun and he just fell.”
	The two new construction workers glanced at each other at the same time and looked back. “Say what?”
	“I’ll show you.” Tara bit her thumbnail and gripped the edge of her skirt with her other hand. Both construction workers faces lit up as she rose it up to her waist, again, letting her cock fall free at that second. The two new guys managed to stay standing, but they were clearly taken aback. Tara put it away, and the three men stood, staring off into space, supporting each other to stay standing. Tara blew them all a kiss and walked off the site.
	Sayako had watched the spectacle from outside the construction zone. “It looks like it worked.”
	“Yeah!” Tara called out, full of excitement. “Oh, my God, it’s such a thrill! They were scared of it, and I wasn’t even hard! But who knows how much longer that will last? Let’s not waste any time.”
	Tara didn’t have to wait long in the shoe store for a salesperson to rush to her assistance. She was seated in the proper section. She kept her legs crossed as the young salesman measured her foot. Tara was a little disappointed the salesman didn’t seem to have an interest in her feet. A shoe store would either be the best place to work if you had a foot fetish or the worst, as overexposure wears all the edges off that fetish until it was no more exciting than the back of a woman’s neck. Tara was reminded of the boys in school who dreamed of being gynecologists, unaware that it’s not always going to be as fun as it sounds.
	The salesman suggested to Tara that she shouldn’t try on new shoes without socks, offering her a pair of disposable booties of some mysterious tissue-papery material. She slid it over her right foot and let the salesman place her foot against the cold metal measuring device. She took her foot back once he told her the size, uncrossing it as she placed it next to the left foot, knowing exactly how much clearance was needed for her cock to flop out, centimeters from the salesman’s face.
	He gasped quite audibly, jumping back with his hand at his chest. An older man, probably the manager, came to his aid and brought him to his feet. When he asked what was wrong, the salesman could not give an answer. The manager offered to help Tara, taking one knee and bringing his face close to Tara’s hanging cock. He was taken by sudden shock as well, jumping to his feet. He looked to his subordinate briefly, but there was no exchanged understanding. They were both stupefied.
	Sayako watched the whole thing from a distance. She was satisfied she had enough shoes, but Tara still picked up a pair of red high heels and wore them out of the store.
	They got lunch, taking a booth far from the windows. Sayako ate quietly, with Tara across from her, trying to encourage her to try it. She resisted, slowly picking at her sweet potato fries that, for some reason, came with a grilled chicken salad. As the waiter (a man, as Tara had hoped) nearly walked pass, Tara tossed her spoon down. The clatter got his attention, to which Tara asked if he could get it for her. He squatted down to retrieve the spoon. Sayako sighed as she set down her fork and her hand went under the table to hike up her skirt, her legs separating and her mighty penis and testicles flopped earthward like an elephant’s trunk.
	All the dressings on the table jumped up as the unfortunate waiter jumped up and smacked his head on the underside of the table. He fell backwards, grabbing his head. He seemed to be of a clearer head than the other subjects, but he still couldn’t say what shocked him so.
	Tara’s heart fluttered, and she felt the early stirrings and stiffening as her cock awoke. She pinched her thighs together to try to keep it from growing any harder, but the contact of her soft thigh flesh only made it worse.
	“This is why I wasn’t going to do it.” Sayako said.
	If Tara didn’t do something quick, her cock would spring free from between her legs and push her miniskirt up with it. There’s be no way to get it (mostly) inside the skirt without pulling it up to her ribcage, a bit too bold of a move to pull in this fine two-star restaurant. While her cock was still at half-chub, she brought it up against her stomach, the tip reaching up above the waistband of her skirt. She held her purse against her belly to hide it from view.
	“OK.” She puffed a sigh. “Can we go?”
	“I’m not done with my salad.” Sayako picked a single morsel of chicken from the salad with her fork and brought it to her mouth, slowly chewing it about twenty times, swallowing, and waiting a few seconds before taking another.
	Now Tara knew what Sayako felt in the supermarket. She hoped she’d calm down, but it never seemed to happen. She kept her purse against her stomach as Sayako finished her meal. Tara speed-walked back to Sayako’s car, her erect penis sticking out far above the edge of her miniskirt, still hidden by keeping her purse in front of her. Her heart was thumping like crazy. Sayako walked behind her, still in control. Sayako unlocked the car and Tara stepped in, setting her purse down and reaching into the backseat.
	“This is why you wanted to bring those raincoats, right?” Sayako said. “In case you got hard?”
	“Yeah. That way we can walk around with erections and nobody will know until we flash them.”
	“I don’t know if I want to do that.” Sayako said. “I don’t want to get in trouble.”
	“You just flashed some waiter trying to pay off his student loans! What’s the big deal with being hard at the same time?” Tara pulled her white top off over her head and threw it down. Her skirt would barely fit past her erection, but it was easier than trying to get it past her shoulders. She got the skirt off and dropped it to the floor of the car.
	“We’re going to look like flashers!” Sayako said.
	“That’s what these are for.” Tara reached to the back and pulled up a full-length umbrella. “We’ll just look like we thought it would rain.”
	They didn't. Sayako determined that as she caught their reflection in a nearby storefront. Tara and Sayako walked down the street in matching raincoats with matching umbrellas with nothing underneath but their mighty erect cocks. Walking around while erect was extremely liberating, even if nobody could see it. Sayako could walk with the tip nestled nicely below her breasts. Tara had to keep her pace slower; if her cock wagged too far forward, the tip pushed forward and made it look like she had a third bouncing breast beneath the first two.
	They chose to be discriminating in who they chose to flash. Only men (for now), only those they could flash without risking others seeing, and only those who might not have a heart attack and die if they saw what they were packing under their raincoats. Sayako also thought it was best to not flash anyone currently operating a vehicle so they wouldn’t cause accidents. They avoided stores in case there were cameras they didn’t know about.
	When they reached a long, unoccupied street, Tara let her raincoat open, her cock swaying back and forth and the tails of the coat swishing away from her body, exposing herself to nobody in particular. Sayako insisted she close back up, which she did with great reluctance.
	Sayako turned a random street corner and then suddenly jumped back around the corner, her hand over her heart. Tara asked what had scared her so, and peeked around the bend. There was a news van across the street, with a cameraman pointed at a well-dressed woman holding a microphone.
	“Oh, my God, this is perfect!” Tara squealed.
	“I’m not going on camera!” Sayako protested.
	“I’m not, either.” Tara said. She crossed the street, with Sayako trailing behind. She walked up to the news van, hiding behind it so she was out of view from the reporter.
	The cameraman called out, “In 5, 4, 3…”
	The newswoman collected herself and read from her teleprompter. “Good morning, Johnny, I’m reporting from outside the nightclub where the stabbing happened.” Tara walked back out from behind the van and stood a few feet back from the cameraman. “As you can see behind me…” The reporter gestured behind her to the entrance of the nearby club while still facing the camera (and Tara). Tara took this opportunity to throw her raincoat open and flash her naked body at the reporter, her throbbing cock at the center.
	The reporter blinked and shuddered for a second, a few involuntary tics raising her right cheekbone towards her eye. She tried to keep her eye on the camera, but kept looking back at Tara. She swallowed and sighed. “I’m sorry, ladies and gentleman, I’ve just completely lost myself. That’s never happened to me before.”
	Tara kissed her hand and blew it towards the reporter, skipping back behind the van without closing her coat. The reporter’s mind returned to them and she brought on hand to her temple. “I’m fine, Johnny, I just…” She cleared her throat. “Let’s get back to the story. As you can see behind me, Lloyd’s Jazzy Bar and Club is still closed as investigators--”
	Tara dragged Sayako out from behind the van and into the reporter’s view, who only glanced away as she read the story. “--are still trying to determine what really went down last night--”
Tara forced Sayako’s coat open, exposing her formidable erect cock to the air. She tried desperately to cover it, but Tara was already on her, tossing her own raincoat off and falling to her knees. She sucked the tip of Sayako’s cock as she wanked her own.
	The newswoman shuddered visibly, blushing. Below the camera, she pinched her thighs together, hopelessly trying to keep the river of aroused fluids where they belonged as they trickled down her stockings. “I’m so sorry, everybody. That bagel I ate is... disagreeing with me.”
	Tara stared her down as she slid Sayako’s cock all the way down her throat. The reporter continued, “Tommy Fellatio--I mean Figaro!” Tara pushed the cock from her mouth and turned around, rubbing her ass against Sayako’s cock. “Tommy Figaro was stabbed and is currently in critical condition at Grind’s--GRIMES’ Memorial Hospital.” Tara collected a little sparkling precum from the tip of her cock and tasted it, sharing it with Sayako as they flicked the tips of their tongues together. “The police will be performing… DNA analysis to determine… how salty-sweet it must…” She caught herself. “rather, if the perpetrator was also hurt in the scuffle. Police Chief Richard Boner--Boehner! Boehner… said the investigation may be difficult… it might even hurt, but it looks totally worth it.” Tara reached around and plunged a finger up Sayako’s ass. “The owner of the club couldn’t be reacharound for comment.”
	The reporter came back to her senses. “I’m sorry, everyone. My Teleprompter program must have messed up.”
	“It’s good on my end.” The cameraman said, still totally oblivious to the congress of lewd gestures going on behind him.
	“This is Natalie Balboul from downtown. Back to...” Her attention drifted again as Sayako pushed Tara face-down to the concrete, Tara's knees still against the ground and suspending her pussy in the perfect doggy-style position. She grabbed Tara’s ponytail with both hands and pressed the tip against Tara’s pussy before stopping, remembering where she was; in the middle of a mostly-deserted street, about to fuck Tara senseless as a reporter and cameraman stood a few feet away.
	Sayako released Tara’s ponytail and brought her back to her feet, running away. Tara barely grabbed her raincoat before she was dragged away. Sayako snapped a heel on her high heeled shoe, slowing down just enough to rip the shoe from her feet and hobble lopsided down the street.
	The reporter pursued them, walking past the cameraman and looking around to the street where the two woman had just fled. She saw the abandoned shoe on the sidewalk. She lifted it with two fingers and inspected it.
	“Did you see that?” She asked the cameraman, and thus the camera.
	“See what?” The cameraman retorted.
	The reporter sighed. “This is Natalie Balboul from downtown. Back to you, Johnny.”
	The red light on top of the camera clicked off. “We’re out.” He brought the camera down. “What the hell happened? Are you OK?”
	She looked at the shoe, a beautifully crafted and expensive custom-made high-heel, sheared off at the sole but still connected on one side. Broken though it was, it was confirmation that was she saw was not her imagination.
	“I’m good.” She said. The cameraman set down the camera and started to collapse his tripod. The reporter turned her back on him and discretely took a sniff from the shoe.
	Around the corner, Sayako pinned Tara to the wall of an alley with one arm pressed firmly against her shoulder. Sayako snarled at Tara. "That was not funny."
	As always, Tara wasn't scared. "I know. It was hot."
	"I wanna go home."
	"After all this, we can't just fuck in a regular bed. Come on."
	Sayako and Tara arrived where only Tara knew they were heading: the park. There were some joggers around, a few dog walkers, a few people playing Frisbee, but that was it. Flashing opportunities were lessened, but there were plenty of trees to hide behind.
	Sayako skipped all this, bringing Tara to the edge of the park, where the trees and bushes got denser. She walked in past some foliage, finding a bare spot of grass obscured by bushes and trees. Sayako brought Tara to a spot just beneath a tree and brought her down to the dirt. She stripped her coat off, her stiff cock red and finally free. Perhaps the nearby maple trees were jealous, the boughs shaking as the wind distributed gossip about that impressive turgid member, stronger than any tree.
	Tara pulled off her raincoat and tossed it to the side, happily resting in the grass as Sayako approached her. She pushed her cock all the way inside Tara’s hot pussy in a single, slow, steady motion. Tara grabbed handfuls of the grass only to have it break within her knuckles.
	Sayako pounded Tara’s pussy with big hip thrusts, lying down on Tara and pressing their breasts together around Tara’s erect cock. Flecks of precum spread between their beautiful tits as they French kissed, Tara holding Sayako’s head in front of hers by the hair.
	They felt the cool breeze and the chill of their sweat evaporating, heard the rustle of leaves and nearby traffic, smelled the grass and dirt Sayako was pounding Tara into. It was an all-new experience for both. They were outside, totally exposed, and yet there was nobody around. Nothing could possibly interrupt their lovemaking.
	For how unbelievably horny they were when they started, they somehow held back for a whole three minutes before Sayako came with volcanic force, filling Tara to capacity with come, the rest spraying out of her pussy with great enough force to sail through the air a few feet before splattering on some unappreciative foliage. Tara felt the searing hot come in her womb and ejaculated instantly between their two faces and four breasts, purposely coming in her own face as much as she could when Sayako didn’t obstruct her.
	A tangled web of come decorated both women’s faces, with huge gobs of come smeared all over their breasts. They took turns licking their faces clean, ending with more relaxing French kissing before Sayako finally removed herself from Tara and collapsed atop her.
	---
	Sayako awoke first, unknown time passing. Once she realized she was still outside, she shook Tara awake.
	“How long were we asleep? God, did anyone find us?”
	“I doubt it.  They would’ve tried waking us.” Tara said. “Besides, it looks like we slept face-to-face, so nobody would even see our cocks.”
	“That’s not what I’m worried about.” Sayako said, looking around while staying perched on all fours atop Tara, trying not to bring her body above the line of foliage that shielded them from general view. Tara looked up to the green canopy that covered most of the sky above her, Sayako’s magnificent body in partially in shadow, her breasts hanging straight down towards her. A rectangular shape freed itself from her left breast, probably held there with sweat (though it could’ve been jizz). Tara caught it just before it hit the ground and read it. It was a business card. The front said Bruno Perry, listing himself as an artist and teacher and supplying the relevant contact information. On the back, there was a message scrawled neatly in blue pen:
	“You two seem pretty carefree about nudity, so how would you like to pose for my class? My students won’t know what hit them.”
	Tara’s widening smile worried Sayako, who read the note once Tara turned it around for her. All Sayako could think was how long this man must have stood near them as he wrote this note. She looked around, hearing nothing in particular except shaking leaves and a gentle breeze.
	“Where are the raincoats?”



Chapter 11: The Voyage Home

	Sayako and Tara had awoken from some lovely post-coital sleep to find themselves outside, tucked away into a secluded corner of the city park, both nude except their shoes (Sakayo missing one shoe from an earlier misadventure). Even the umbrellas they had before were gone. Not that they'd be much help, but they would be better than nothing. And nothing was what they were wearing.
	Sayako was surprised to see Tara covering herself with her arms. She wasn't certain if she'd ever seen her do that before.  They were both covering below a large bush that had grown up next to a tree, giving them plenty of cover from view from the rest of the park.
	"What are we going to do?" Sayako said. "You didn't bring your phone, did you?"
	"No." Tara answered. "I'm glad I didn't. It would have been in the pocket of the coat and it'd be gone, too."
	"We need something to wear, at least to get back to the car." Sayako said. She peeked over the edge of the bush, trying to keep her bare shoulders below the hedge line as to not attract attention. She saw a man sitting on a beach towel under a tree as he strummed a guitar. Sayako pointed him out. "If we can get that towel, that would work perfectly."
	"There's another guy over there with a blanket." Tara pointed out someone further away. Sayako brought her chin to her hand as she contemplated a strategy. Something rustled the hedge in front of her and she jumped back. A very happy corgi burst through the leaves and waddled up to her, Frisbee clenched in teeth.
	Sayako's first thought was that this dog had a strange grasp of the rules of Fetch. The first thing Tara thought was an old commercial where happy little dogs loved biting big sausages. She covered her cock with both hands. "Go away! Shoo!" She tried to wave the dog off. Of course she loved dogs, but they didn't want any extra attention just yet.
	"Hold on!" Sayako shouted. "I have an idea." She grabbed the Frisbee from the other end, but the dog didn't want to relinquish it. Sayako pulled it gently, but the corgi fought her for it. "Come on, give me the Frisbee. Don't you want me to throw it?"
	Tara moved over, letting one hand off her groin and reached under the puppy to rub his belly. The dog rocked back and forth before rolling on his back, releasing the disc and rubbing happily into the dirt as Tara rubbed his belly. "There we go..." She cooed. Sayako took the Frisbee and looked to the guitar playing man in the distance.
	"Go get it!" Tara encouraged as Sayako threw the disc at the musician, holding her breasts still with her other arm. She meant to get it somewhere near the guitar player to hopefully draw him away from the towel, but she didn't mean to hit him square in the head. Apparently, she was a good shot with a Frisbee, another one of her hidden talents she didn't know she had, like using chopsticks or fellatio.
	The musician struck by the Frisbee saw the corgi running toward him. He picked up the Frisbee and looked around for someone looking for their dog. He left his guitar on the towel and found the man who dared throw the Frisbee at him, immediately mollified when a beautiful blonde in yoga pants and exposed midriff appeared with her corgi. The musician, found wanting without his instrument of seduction, turned around to retrieve his guitar only to see it resting in the dirt, his towel gone.
	Sayako had sprung into action, running through the foliage that separated the two. She jumped out into view only long enough to grab the towel from the ground and jump back into the leaves. She wrapped her body in the towel as she walked back, tucking her cock in the proper position to keep it hidden. Walking around in a towel while nowhere near a pool was silly, but she could deal with it until they got home.
	Sayako returned to the original spot where she had constructed her plan, but Tara was nowhere to be found. She saw Tara boldly walk up to a different man altogether, watched as he jumped back as she saw her bare flaccid cock, pulled the shirt he had tied around his shoulders off and slipped it on, walking back to where Sayako was. The shirt barely reached past her buttocks, but it was enough to stow her cock.
	"I already forgot..." Tara said. "We could just flash them and make them forget."
	"Oh, yeah." Sayako was disappointed. "I still like my plan."
	"I do, too."Tara said. “But we only had one Frisbee.”
	Tara and Sayako left the park through the foliage, eventually finding a gate. They weren't sure where they'd turned up, but Sayako noticed that shirt wasn't quite long enough to cover Tara's posterior. That was attracting a few leers, even a few from Sayako as she saw the head of Tara's member pinched between her legs. Tara knew just what would get the other leering eyes off her back, but Sayako stopped her.
	Sayako took her remaining shoe and flicked a false end off the heel and withdrew a rolled-up hundred dollar bill that she kept there in just such an emergency. She was glad it was in the shoe that hadn't been left behind.
	Sayako summoned a cab and instructed the driver where to find her car. They sat in the back as the driver brought them through the city. They had gotten themselves further from the car than Tara thought.
	Tara tapped Sayako on the shoulder. She wore a suppressed smile as she adjusted herself under the shirt. She wasn't sure what it was, the texture of the seat, holding Sayako's hand, the thrill of again going commando in public, but she couldn't help it. She brought her stiff cock against her belly, neatly concealed.
	Sayako huffed as she reached into the towel and adjusted her own cock, having grown stiff as she watched Tara's huge member under the flannel. In a move that surprised them both, Sayako brought her right hand across to the tip of Tara's cock and gently glanced her thumb on it. Tara smiled wider and brought her left to find Sayako's through the soft cotton of the towel. They each grew stiffer and their hand motions got more enthusiastic, until they were both simply jacking each other off in the backseat. Their cocks were concealed in the cloth, but would he notice? Would he forget?
	“We're here!” The driver said. Neither of the women had even noticed the vehicle come to a stop. They worked their way out the door and stood next to the driver's side window. Sayako handed him the hundred-dollar bill.
	"I'm afraid I don't have change." She said. The man took it, leaning over to get some change from his giant stack of bills he'd earned through the day. As he turned around, he jumped back in surprise, the stack of bills flying apart like a game of 52 pick-up. Sayako turned around and saw Tara quickly tucking herself back into her shirt.
	"Tara!" Sayako said. "I'm still going to pay him!"
	"I'm sorry, but what did you used to do for a living before we met?" Tara asked.
	Sayako knew the answer, but ignored the question. She presented the bill to the cabbie, whose head seemed to clear quickly. He took the bill and looked at it as if he didn't know which dead president was on the bill. "What's this for, love?" He asked.
	"For the ride. We just did it." Sayako said.
	The driver contemplated the bill again. "Man, how far did we go?" He pondered aloud before shouting in surprise once again.
	"Tara!!" Sayako shouted louder, hoping maybe the attention from a pedestrian might dissuade her. "Stop it! This isn't Men in Black! It's not funny!"
	"Excuse me, miss?" The cabby said. "Why did you hand me this? I take money when the ride's done."
	"See! He's all confused now!" Sayako said. "You've scrambled his brain!" 
	"He'll be fine." Tara dismissed.
	"Is this some sort of charity thing?" The cabbie asked, suddenly suspicious. "What, don't I look like I work for a living? I sit in this ruddy chair for twelve hours a day to bring home to bacon to my wife, and I don't need you--" He yelled in sudden shock of the sight of Sayako's gigantic turgid member. She flashed it for just a second, and he recovered a few seconds later. He looked at the bill with eyes anew. "Hey, hundred bucks. I must've done something right." He eyed the two half-dressed women outside his cab. "You ladies need a ride somewhere?"
	"We're good, thanks." Tara said. He rolled up his window, and Tara bent forward and kissed the window, still enough lip gloss remaining on her lips to leave a pink imprint. He waved politely and drove off. At the next stoplight, he saw the imprint, touched it with his fingers, realizing it was on the outside.
	"Where did this come from?"
	Tara and Sayako returned to their car. Sayako went into the back seat, knowing she couldn't drive while fully erect. Tara got in the backseat with her and tossed off that itchy shirt. Before, they hadn't wanted to do anything sexual in the car at their current parking space because, while secluded, it wasn't THAT secluded. Now, they agreed it was secluded enough.
	Tara and Sayako sat shoulder-to-shoulder, as they had in the cab, jacking each other's cocks firmly in their hands. Sayako hoisted her balls up to give her fingers access to her pussy, and Tara followed suit. Their legs and thighs rubbed together as they rocked back and forth, side to side, and they rubbed their feet and toes against their legs, Tara freeing her feet from her shoes.
	The atmosphere in the car got heavier as blood rushed to their faces. They huffed and groaned as they got closer to their climax. Sayako suddenly felt that rush that could only mean one thing. 
	"Catch it catch it catch it!" She said rapidly before her cock fired a strong load of ejaculate directly into the ceiling of the interior of the car, splattering all over the seats and both of them. The smell of Sayako's sweet come brought Tara to completion, and she sprayed an impressive load next to Sayako's, soaking them in more come.
	Sayako caught her breath, letting her slick hand off of Tara's cock, it still raining drops of come from the ceiling. She didn't know what to say, but Tara bent over and kissed Sayako on the lips. "At least it smells better in here than that cab."
	"Maybe we should roll the windows down..." Sayako suggested. "The smell is going to make me hard again." 
	"Nah... let's fishbowl it." Tara said. "We'll be ready for more when we get home."
	They were ready again before Sayako climbed to the front and turned the key.



Chapter 12: Class Dismissed

	“I’m so happy you two got my note.” Said Bruno, one of the art teachers at the local community college. He was about forty, mostly bald with impeccably trimmed beard and a sweater vest hugging his skinny frame. He wore tiny glasses near the end of his nose and spun a pencil in one hand as he talked to Tara.
	“In this economy, we need to take jobs where we can.” Tara lied. “By the way, we had some raincoats near us, but when we woke up, they were gone. Do you know what happened to them?”
	Bruno shook his head. “No, I saw one of them there and delicately covered you two up. Maybe the wind got it, or a dog dragged it off or something.”
	“Did you sneak a peek?” Tara elbowed him gently, knowing what his answer would be.
	Bruno held up his hand, the pencil between his middle and ring finger. “As little as possible, I swear. Besides… you’re not really my type, if you catch my drift.”
	Tara had caught that drift from a mile away, of course. “You’re sure you didn’t take a peek?”
	“Nope, I promise.”
	Tara believed him. If he had, she wondered if he’d left the note at all. Tara took the only unoccupied seat among the other students behind an easel. All around her was nothing but guys sitting on their stools, ready for the model to emerge.
	Sayako exited the nearby bathroom in her long silk bathrobe. A murmur filled the room, as some students tried to quietly express their satisfaction in the model and others pretended it didn’t matter. At least one student quietly moved his palette over his groin to hide his burgeoning erection.
	Sayako strode neatly up the steps to the stage in the center of the room. She was surrounded by easels and college students from all angles. Sayako already felt vulnerable and exposed.
	Bruno stepped toward the circle of students. “This is it. The moment you’ve all been waiting for, I’m sure. The ultimate creation, and the most difficult subject; the human nude. We will start with one five-minute sketch, then ten minutes, then fifteen and finally thirty. You may begin once our model is comfortable.”
	Sayako inhaled once, unwove the knot in her robe, rolled her shoulders and let her robe fall to the floor. She was completely nude underneath, her cock flaccid and dangling with a slight curve, coming a few inches short of her knees.
	The entire class let out a gasp. Chairs were scooted back in shock. Drawing instruments were dropped to the concrete floor. The student seated directly behind Sayako didn’t see what the fuss was about until she parted her legs, shifting her weight into a more comfortable position, her cock and balls hanging between them.
	The class was dead silent. Tara sat in her chair with a restrained smile, looking at the dumbfounded faces of the students, finally ending her gaze on the teacher. He didn’t look stupefied like the others. He looked angry.
	Bruno stood with a disgusted grunt, throwing his pencil down. “Fuck it. Life isn’t fucking fair.” He stormed out of the room.
	Sayako closed her eyes, knowing everyone (except Tara, for once) was staring at her, at her cock. She opened them as Tara spoke, “I’m sorry, everybody, but it looks like class is cancelled for today.” She stood, gesturing to the door. Slowly, the stupefied students stood from their chairs and marched unknowingly towards the door. They walked at an even staggering pace, marching like a pack of zombies or a large group of drunk people exiting a pub, an experience they might be familiar with as college students.
	Once the last student left, Tara closed the door behind them and pushed a large paintbrush between the handles of the double doors. “Well, that was interesting.” Tara said. “I was wondering how Bruno would deal with it, as a gay guy. I think he was jealous. But it’s pretty clear that men just don’t know how to handle seeing your cock.” She turned back to face Sayako, still standing there nude and flaccid, as Sayako pointed to the far end of the classroom. One student was still there, hidden from Tara’s view by the easel.
	Tara walked over. “Hello?” The student was staring at Sayako’s cock, mouth open.
	“What am I looking at here?” She finally said in a quavering voice, her voice revealing what her androgynous clothes hadn’t. She was wearing a wool cap over her hair, thick-rimmed hipster glasses and scarf over her flannel shirt and jeans.
	“Oh!” Tara felt embarrassed. “With that hat, I couldn’t tell you were a woman, I guess.”
	She stared at the monstrous penis hanging from Sayako. “Is… she a woman?
	Sayako let out a hurt gasp. Tara immediately jumped in. “Have you ever seen a man with a cock like that?”
	“No.” The student answered.
	“Well, there you go.” Tara gestured. “Sayako, why don’t you move it out of the way for a sec so she can see your pussy?”
	Sayako felt her cheeks redden as she tucked one hand under her balls and scooped them upwards, holding them upwards and barely revealing her pussy underneath.
	“How’d you get like that?” The student asked.
	“Does it matter?” Sayako said in a half-whisper, letting her genitals drop back down.
As the student stared, Tara had moved in closer without her noticing. “What’s your name?” Tara asked as she took one end of the student’s scarf and unraveled it from her neck.
	“I’m Sabrina.” She said, allowing Tara to take the scarf. Tara then grabbed the bobble on the top of her toque and pulled it off her head, exposing her short chestnut brown hair.
	“Aren’t you hot in all these clothes?” Tara stood behind her and reached across her neck to unfasten the first button on her flannel shirt.
	“Yeah… I’m pretty warm right now.” Sabrina panted a bit, hooking her finger into her collar nervously. Tara spun back around and bit the collar on her shirt, pulling it away from her until a few more buttons popped free, exposing her ordinary white bra.
	Tara dropped the collar from her mouth to speak again. “Do you want her?”
	Sabrina nodded enthusiastically. “All right. But first, you have to please me. Sayako, you can watch, but don’t get hard. You need to learn self-control.”
	“Me?!” Sayako said and laughed a dismissive laugh. “You could stand to learn it yourself.”
	Tara jumped into Sabrina’s lap and took her head in both hands, planting some kisses on Sabrina’s lips. Sabrina fought her lips free and covered them with her hand. “I’m not gay.” Sabrina said.
	“Then why did that turn you on?”
	Sabrina whimpered. Tara continued with more kisses, pushing Sabrina’s shirt off and working her bra up over her head. Sabrina covered her small breasts with her hands. “This is why you thought I was a boy, right?”
	“Oh, come on. Those are fine.” Tara said, pushing her hands away and accepting one nipple in her mouth. They were small, smaller than hers, but they were a nice mouthful. Sabrina shuddered and shook even at this gentle contact. “See? Since they’re smaller, all the nerves are closer together, so it’s more pleasurable. Isn’t that right, Sayako?”
	Sayako stood there, still watching and still flaccid, for now. “No, not really. My nipples are really sensitive, too. I think it’s because they’re larger, so there’s just more nerves there.”
	“Sayako, I’m trying to encourage her. Can you be a team player here?”
	“You told me I have to stand here naked, not get involved and watch you mess around with a stranger! What team am I on?”
	“Have you ever had good oral sex?” Tara asked. Sabrina shook her head. “Would you like some?”
	Finally, a smile appeared on Sabrina’s face. Tara dismounted her as Sabrina stood, stripping off her jeans. Her body was slightly pear-shaped. Her torso was slightly longer than average, but it lead down to a wonderfully wide, round butt.
	“Oh, wow, look at this.” Tara pushed Sabrina in place to show off her rear to Sayako. “You’ve been sitting on this ass this whole time? That’s a waste.” She rubbed one buttock in a circular motion and pulled it back to deliver a spank, but stopped just short. “How do you feel about spanking?”
	“I dunno, I’ve never—” was as far as Sabrina got before Tara delivered a firm slap on her behind. She made a gentle moan. It neither bothered nor aroused her, so Tara moved on.
Sabrina was now mostly nude, except her socks and glasses. Tara got down on her knees and sat inches before her pussy. Everything on the underside was free of hair, but her bush was intact and as neatly groomed as the hair on her head.
	Tara pressed the tip of her nose against Sabrina’s clitoral hood. Sabrina shook as she felt Tara’s hot breath move across her pussy. “I actually like the hair.” She scratched the pubic hair with one finger. “It’s so soft.” Tara extended her long tongue and slipped it inside Sabrina’s pussy.
Sabrina released uneven, shuddering breaths as Tara twirled her tongue inside her pussy, turning her head sideways to better line up her pussy to her mouth, sucking the sweet fluids from within.
Tara smacked her lips. “Wow, it’s so hot.” She went in for another taste quickly between sentences. “It’s like tea.” Tara used her middle and ring finger to roll Sabrina’s clitoris in a circle, the proper fingers for the job.
	Sayako writhed in place, trying to keep control. She’d long been at about quarter-chub, but something about watching her lover eat out this woman was driving her wild. This must have been how Tara felt when she did the same to Dr. Johnson.
	Sabrina’s legs trembled and her hands fell on Tara’s head as she came close. She let loose some deep, loud moans before finally climaxing with a howl. Tara kept up the licking, refusing to let go until Sabrina came a second time about ten seconds later. This time, Sabrina pushed away and fell to her knees, quivering. Tara took Sabrina by the neck and pressed her wet face against hers.
	What started as outrage and disgust gave way in less than a second to unbelievable arousal coupled with gut-wrenching shame for being aroused by something so gross. The second one didn’t last, and Sabrina wrapped her arms around Tara and swirled her tongue around her mouth, tasting her juices within Tara’s mouth.
	Sabrina wormed herself free to catch her breath, one hand against her thumping heart. She saw Sayako standing there, still nude. She had maintained control somehow. Tara was done messing with her. “I think it’s time Sayako has some fun.” Tara coaxed Sabrina to the stage. They rested on their backs, side by side, in front of Sayako, looking up at her from the stage.
	“Sayako, squat down.” Tara requested. Sayako squatted down, her hanging cock drooping toward them like a fishing line. Tara wanted to see how long Sayako could stay flaccid now. She reached up with her tongue and licked the tip of Sayako’s cock. Sabrina soon followed suit. Sayako shook with pleasure, panting as she felt their warm tongue tease her slowly engorging glans. Sayako couldn’t resist growing hard for long when there were two tongues painting saliva on her cock, and her cock started to rise away from their faces.
	Sabrina brought her head up to follow it upwards, leaning up on her elbows before it was again too far up to reach. She decided that was enough of this game, got to her knees and started licking Sayako’s penis in the proper fellatio posture. She was enraptured by this enormous cock hardening in her grasp. Her hand barely got around it, so she hugged it close to her bare chest with both arms, rubbing her face against it and licking it up and down. It felt like holding onto someone’s thigh.
Tara watched this with delight. She looked down to her jeans, at the bulge that ran along her hip to the left, and the little wet spot that always formed right where the tip was. She had held it back long enough, unfastening her jeans and liberating her hard cock. It never quite got to its full length while trapped in jeans.
	Sabrina looked away from her worship of Sayako’s cock for a moment, saw Tara’s own not-to-be-underestimated cock, and sighed with the content awe of an brand new world being opened up to her. If there were two like this one, maybe there could be three or four.
	Sabrina reached over for Tara’s member. Tara happily stood next to Sayako as she continued bathing them both with her tongue, rubbing them against her face and body, smelling them with great satisfaction, holding them against herself and just feeling the incredible warmth they emitted.
Sabrina’s eyes rose above the tips of the cocks, looking a little desperate. “If… if I give you both blowjobs, will you please both fuck me?”
	Tara laughed quietly, envisioning her trying to do the impossible and take both cocks in her mouth simultaneously. Sayako was the first to respond. “If you want us, all you need to do is ask.”
	“Yeah, you can owe us the blowjobs.” Tara said. “Besides, I don’t think I’d last more than two seconds.”
	Sabrina was overjoyed, hugging the two cocks together like long-lost family members, kissing the tips rapidly. She released them and stood up. Sayako felt the need to give the warning she had given Anna before. “You should know that… if you let me come inside you…” She hesitated.
	“This happens.” Tara took her cock by the base and shook it gently in Sabrina’s face.
Sabrina’s eyes widened. “Oh, my God. You have to.” She reached forward and clutched Sayako behind the knees. “I’ll do literally anything you want. I’ll eat garbage. I’ll rob a bank. You can poke my eye out and skullfuck my brain.”
	“OK. That’s not even slightly sexy.” Tara took a step back.
	“Sabrina… it’s OK.” Sayako kneeled down to look her in the eye on her level, gently caressing her chin. “You don’t have to try so hard. We’re going to make you feel amazing one way or another. It’s your choice if you want me to come inside you.”
	Sabrina relaxed visibly. “I do.” She stated simply.
	Sayako rolled onto her buttocks and lay herself on the stage, her cock pointing straight up. Sabrina approached it and slowly worked the swollen head into her pussy. Tara came up behind her and pushed the tip of her cock into Sabrina’s ass. Sabrina rode both cocks at the same time, Sayako and Tara’s pussies facing each other, inches apart, their legs crossed over each other in a near-tribbing position. Sabrina cried loudly as she felt the two huge hot slabs inside her. It was better than she could have hoped.
	Tara sat up as Sabrina continued to ride them hard, grabbing Sayako’s foot, freeing it from her high heeled shoe and sucking on her toes. Sayako cooed, sat up and did the same with Tara’s right foot. Sayako took all five of her toes in her mouth, licking around each soft toe.
	Tara and Sayako both inched closer to one another to access more of each other’s feet. Tara licked Sayako’s foot all over while using her own foot to pinch Sayako’s nipple. Sabrina kept riding their cocks with great enjoyment. Sayako started to push in just a bit closer. Tara and Sayako pushed in at the same second, and Sayako felt something new on the underside of her cock. She felt something hard against…
	It couldn’t be. Whatever internal wall existed between the two holes, it was thin enough that they could just barely feel the other’s presence. Once she realized what she was experiencing, Sayako’s mouth fell open, she let out an involuntary moan and came instantly.
	Most of the time, Sayako’s ejaculations came out in spurts. Perhaps it was the teasing earlier, the fact that she hadn’t yet come that day, or feeling Tara’s cock within their new lover. Whatever the cause, Sayako’s ejaculate was like a faucet, one long ejaculation. It felt more like urinating than coming (except for the spasming leg-kicking, world-ending orgasm). Sabrina felt the hot come in her and clenched everything, trying to keep it inside. She had no chance, especially once her orgasm hit her like a truck. Sayako’s come poured out of Sabrina’s body and formed a two-foot wide puddle at the center of this threesome. Tara came once she smelled Sayako’s come puddle, spraying her own volcanic come as far in Sabrina’s ass as she could.
	Sabrina finally relaxed, falling forward onto Sayako. She took a single deep breath, smelling that sweet, enchanting smell of come, feeling the warm puddle against her leg. Suddenly, her eye opened like she’d woken up on the day of finals and her alarm hadn’t gone off. She quickly pulled both cocks out of her and started scooping up the come from the floor and rubbing it against her pussy.
	“What are you doing?” Sayako asked.
	“I need it! I need to make sure this will work!” Sabrina said.
	“It will. Trust me.” Tara tried not to laugh at this rather desperate spectacle.
	“But look how much didn’t stay in me!” Sabrina was horrified she couldn’t have held however much was currently on the floor. She continued to try to coax the come inside her, now understanding perfectly why the penis was the perfect delivery device for this essential substance.
	Sayako watched Sabrina gather and rub her sperm against herself before Tara gathered a bit of the come and slung it like mud at Sayako’s face. A ridiculous event that could only be described as a “come fight” started, as they splashed the puddle of come at each other, soon wrestling in the ooze and, of course, heavy petting and licking the come from each other while wallowing in the puddle.
	Sabrina stretched her arms over her head and started to move away from the stage. “Oooh… suddenly, I’m so tired.”
	“Don’t go to sleep!” Sayako cried. “We can’t leave you here! At least tell us where you live, or where your car is or something.”
	“Oh, I don’t have a car…” Sabrina said drowsily. “Why don’t you just take me to your place? This was my last class, so…” She curled up into a ball near one of the chairs and drifted off into sleep.
	Sayako stood from the stage and walked to the sleeping student, leaving a few surprisingly neat come footprints behind her. She tried to shake Sabrina awake, but she was fast asleep.
	“I guess we’ll take her with us.” Sayako said. “But what are we going to do about that?” She pointed to the lake of ejaculate in the middle of the stage.
	“Yeah, this is a record for you, I think.” Tara was still in the puddle, happy as a pig in shit, as the saying goes. She stood up, the milky fluid streaking down her legs. “I’m not looking forward to putting these clothes back on over my sticky body.”
	“Sorry.” Sayako said quietly. Tara chuckled at that, walked over to Sayako, her cock wagging as she walked, and kissed her on the lips. They leaned forwards, touching foreheads and gazing into each other eyes. “I think I know what to do.”
	Sayako knew it’d be here somewhere, and she found it. They put their clothes back on, dressed their thoroughly unconscious friend and Sayako carried her out of the room over her shoulder, but not before Tara placed a sign near the puddle:
	“Wet Paint.”


Chapter 13: Direct-To-Video

	It was date night for Sayako and Tara, but they had spent the afternoon at Tara's place with Anna and Sabrina. When the time came, they dressed and showered and readied themselves for a night out. Anna asked them not to wear each other out, so they could have some fun when they got home. Sayako said they'd try if they promised the same.
	Anna seldom got a day completely away from the office unless she was on vacation. She told her husband she'd be working all day, but instead she stayed at Tara's. Tara very graciously let them stay at her place while she and Sayako were having their date night.
	It was the start of the evening, past six o'clock. The news was boring, and Anna turned off the television. She was hungry, but didn't exactly feel like cooking anything. Anna didn't need to browse the phone book to see what was she in the mood for.
	She wanted to eat some come.
	“Sabrina?” she called through the house, trying to locate the latest member of their sisterhood. No response came. She eventually found Sabrina in the upstairs bedroom, standing in front of Tara's oft-used full-length mirror. Sabrina was nude except her socks, fully erect and holding a plastic ruler lengthwise against her cock. Unlike the others, her cock didn't reach past the end of the twelve-inch ruler. Sabrina looked unhappy.
	“Hey.” Anna said softly. Sabrina looked up with alarm, dropping the plastic ruler and covering her cock with her hands, turning away from her. “Sabrina... you're not still upset over an inch and a quarter, are you?”
	“More like five inches.” Sabrina pouted.
	“You can't compare yourself to Sayako.” Anna comforted her, placing a hand on her bare shoulder. “That's like comparing yourself to those pictures on the magazine covers.”
	“But Sayako is real, not like those pictures.” Sabrina reasoned.
	Anna shrugged. She was a doctor, but not a therapist. A thought crossed her mind. “Was Sayako's penis the first penis you ever saw?”
	Sabrina nodded. “Other than Michelangelo's David. I wasn't expecting it, either. I was the only girl in the class, so they voted to have a woman pose. I voted for a woman, too, because I was nervous.”
	Anna sighed. At least this was the area of her expertise. “Sabrina, you're still in the ninety-nine-point-ninth percentile for penis size. Trust me: you're huge.”
	Sabrina inhaled deeply and sighed. Her cock had softened to a less impressive length and girth. Maybe she should have been happy when it was “only” a bit more than ten inches.
	Anna spun Sabrina around in place by pulling on her shoulder. Sabrina's cock was pulled outward by the force and slapped Anna's thigh. Anna leaned in and pressed her forehead against Sabrina's, prying her glasses off and hanging them in her decolletage by the temple. She stared into her beautiful green eyes. “And even if you were small, which you're not, you'd still be so beautiful.”
	Sabrina laughed, and Anna tipped her head and kissed Sabrina just once, on the lips. They released each others' lips with a loud smack, staying close, rubbing the soft cartilage of their noses together.
	“Look down.” Anna said softly. Sabrina looked down and saw Anna's dress tented up beneath her erection. “Just one kiss and I'm already stiff as hell.”
	Sabrina's heart pounded as her own cock returned to its erect state. Her hand trembled. “I don't know if I can live up to Sayako.”
	Anna scoffed. “My husband's smaller than you. And he's not small, either. You're going to do great.”
	“Have you and your husband had sex since you met Sayako?” Sabrina asked.
	“No.” Anna said flatly. “Not sure we're ready for that yet. Maybe I'll lay on my stomach and tell him I'm finally willing to try anal for the 'first' time. I feel like such a chickenshit; I was scared, but even Sayako fits no problem.”
	“I just don't know...” Sabrina frowned.
Anna blinked. “Are you a virgin?”
	Sabrina shook her head. “No, obviously, Sayako and Tara both... but before that, yeah, I was. And with this thing... this is new, so I'm a virgin with this now, too.”
	“All right. I know what we need to do.” Anna took Sabrina's hand. “Where's Tara's laptop?”
	They found it plugged into the wall downstairs. Anna pulled it upstairs. She typed away at it as Sabrina found a pair of jeans that also belonged to Tara. They fit her pretty well, completing the 'ensemble' with a gray T-shirt.
	Anna had everything set up, and sat next to Sabrina on the bed. She gave Sabrina the laptop. There were two windows on the left side of the screen and a chat window stretching the height of the screen on the right. The lower window was blank, the top window was of Sabrina's torso. Anna lowered the laptop's screen, the webcam being embedded at the top of the screen. Now, most of Sabrina's torso was cropped off the top of the screen. Anna slid the laptop further away, and Sabrina parted her legs. Now the live shot was primarily Sabrina's groin.
	“Am I supposed to pretend to be a guy or something?” Sabrina asked.
	“Nobody said that.” Anna shook her head. “You'll connect to a random person. You ask them if they wanna see what you got. Then you see their reaction.”
	“I can't reach the keyboard from here.”
	“I'll type for you.” Anna got off the bed and knelt against the bed, able to reach the keys without her hands appearing on camera.
	“And you think people will be impressed?”
	“I guarantee they will.” Anna tapped the Space bar with her thumb and the call went live. “They can't hear us, so say whatever you like.” The second window showed some dark-haired guy with headphones for a fraction of a second before going black again. “You got skipped. Doesn't matter. We're looking for a woman.”
	They would be skipped many times before a woman appeared on chat, she had sandy brown hair and you could see part of some vertical blinds behind her. She gave a quick look of incredulity.
	“wanna see it” Anna typed with one hand.
	“Can she tell I'm a woman from my hands?” Sabrina asked.
	“This webcam sucks, so... I doubt it.”
	The woman on camera shrugged and typed out, “if you want.”
	Sabrina slowly unzipped her fly, unfastened the jeans and brought her cock out of her jeans, leaving the jeans pulled up to just below her cock to conceal her lack of testicles (and the presence of a vagina).
	Over the chat, the woman's eyes widened and her mouth slowly opened.
	“you like?” Anna typed as fast as she could.
	The woman nodded, rather than responding through the chat.
	“wanna see it hard?” Anna typed.
	She nodded again. Sabrina shook her cock around a bit and rubbed it up and down and it swiftly became hard, blushing all the way.
	“Look. We can barely get it all in frame.” Anna said as she typed, “have you ever seen a cock this big”
	The woman typed “no.”
	“See?” Anna smiled.
	“you want this in you?”
	The woman nodded.
	“take off your shir4t” Anna's finger tapped the 4 key accidentally, but she rolled with it. The woman opened her blouse and revealed a blue bra. “the bra too.” She put both hands behind her and unhooked it, unveiling a decent pair of tits.
	“Jerk it. That's what she's waiting for.”
	Sabrina huffed and worked her hand up and down her cock. The woman's hands vanished below the bottom of the frame and she started rocking back and forth. Sabrina pounded her cock harder and faster, so fast it was hard to tell she was moving at all with the lousy refresh rate on the webcam.
	“Are you close?” Anna asked.
	“I'm getting there...” Sabrina huffed.
	“Play with your come a bit.” Anna said. Sabrina pinched a bit of precum between three fingers and stretched it out, the tiny strands of come connecting them like a spiderweb. She brought her hand closer to the camera.
	“can you see that?”
	The woman distinctly shook her head while continuing to masturbate. The camera wasn't high quality enough for this feature. Sabrina resumed jacking it. The woman bit her lip and her eyes widened again as Anna hit the Space bar again, dumping her to some other random person browsing this website.
	“Why'd you skip her?”
	“Don't blow your load just yet. We need to talk to more people to get a proper sample size.”
	They would get skipped about twenty times by disinterested men before finding another woman on video chat. Once the woman saw Sabrina's cock, she blinked and laughed, bringing her mouth to her face.
	“how do you like it”
	“it's awesome.” came the reply.
	“have you ever seen a bigger cock?”
	“never”
	“That's two for two.” Anna said with the slight air of 'I told you so.' “Give her a show and we'll find someone else.”
	 Sabrina continued whacking her member, wagging it around and playing with the tip. The woman bit her knuckle and writhed in her seat.
	“Wave bye; I'm going to skip her.” Sabrina waved by with her unoccupied hand. The woman jumped up and gestured to stay, typing, “don't go.” She followed up with “are you anywhere near kc?”
	“KC?” Anna typed.
	“kansas city”
	“which one?' Anna typed, waiting for the woman to start typing her response before skipping her. They landed on three college-aged women huddled around a computer with a movie poster and corkboard in the background. They all giggled at the sight.
	“you ever see such a nice fat cock?” Anna typed into the chat.
	“That's fake!” Yelled the blonde on the left, the first participant to actually use a microphone.
	Anna laughed. “See? You're so big, they think you're using trick photography or something.”
	Sabrina briefly stopped masturbating. “Could you get me that ruler?”
	Anna stood up and retrieved the plastic ruler, handing it to Sabrina off-screen. Sabrina produced the ruler and held it against her cock. They were close to the same size. She brought the ruler up to the camera and showed her thumb just under the “11” on the ruler.
	“Holy shit.” Said one of the others.
	“any of you ever have an 11 inch cock?” Anna typed.
	They all said no.
	“want a taste?” The girls laughed again. “kiss each other” They all looked at each other, the two on the right nervously moving in and kissed on the lips. They kept looking out towards their camera (and their own images on their screen) before moving back in for more hesitant kisses.
	“I hate that. I hate when people look at the camera in porn.” Anna scoffed.
	“This isn't porn.” Sabrina said, continuing to edge closer to orgasm as she kept jerking her cock. “I don't know how much longer I can keep this up without coming.”
	Anna typed something into the chat and all the girls leaned in towards their screens, tongues extended. Anna had typed the same thing she would then say: “Open wide.”
	Anna climbed up onto the bed and stood in front of Sabrina, sliding her cock into Sabrina's mouth. Anna kept her legs far apart so she would not be in the shot.
	Sabrina took the hot cock flesh down her throat and Anna pumped her hips back and forth. “I couldn't take it anymore.” Anna said, putting one hand on Sabrina's head. Having never given fellatio before, she wondered why women griped about it so much. This was amazing, this huge meaty rocket sliding down her throat. She sucked it, her lips barely able to get around the whole thing.
	Anna cried out suddenly and came forcefully in Sabrina's mouth. Once the taste of Anna's sweet come reached Sabrina's brain, her whole body seized and spasmed as she ejaculated like a white volcano, spraying it up into the air high enough to splatter on Anna's shoulders.
	Anna barely stayed on her feet as the clouds faded from Sabrina's mind. She looked on the computer screen and saw the three college girls almost frozen in shock. One of them had typed, “are you ok?” Sabrina leaned in to reach the keyboard only to find the entire laptop soaked in a puddle of ejaculate.
	She gasped, but not nearly as loudly as when, between Anna's legs, she saw Tara and Sayako back home, standing in the doorway in their formal wear. Tara was barefoot, holding her high heels in her left hand.
	“Really, Sabrina?” Tara folded her arms.
	As an immediate reflex, Sabrina closed the laptop with her foot. Anna got down from the bed as Sabrina realized she shouldn't have closed it, opening it again and seeing strands of come stuck between the keyboards and the screen
.	“I'll get you a new one, I swear.” Anna promised.
	“I don't know, I really like this one.” Tara shrugged.
	“I swear, I'll buy you a new one.” Anna repeated.
	“Tara, don't be mean.” Sayako intervened. She flicked her thumb against the corner of the laptop, peeling up a little tab of plastic. She peeled up a plastic cover that protected the laptop from unforeseen “spills.”
	“Oh.” Tara pouted. “I wanted a new laptop.” Anna sighed.
	Sayako took a seat in a dry patch next to Sabrina. “How did you come so hard?”
	Sabrina's cheeks reddened. “Did you see that?”
	“Yes.” Sayako said. “I'm impressed.”
	Sabrina felt her heart open up. If Sayako, the one with the record-setting cock and balls was impressed, what did she have to feel inadequate about? She smiled and planted a kiss on Sayako's mouth. “Thanks. That's just what I needed to hear.”



Chapter 14: Clean as a Whistle

	As thanks for the gift Sayako had given her (and all the new amazing sex it provided), Anna gave Tara a gift she’d kept in her purse for some time: one week of free maid service. It was one of those coupons meant to inspire you to pay for the maid full-time, which was why she never used it.
	The doorbell rang. Tara ran to get it and opened the door. A tiny woman stood there, less than five feet tall, dressed in a fusion of the fetishized French maid and traditional Japanese maid costume. She had a black dress and frilled apron, with white poofy shoulder pads and black stockings. Despite this dress, she was neither French nor Japanese. She had clear caramel colored skin, big breasts and an almost impossibly slim waist. She had a black pearl necklace around her neck. She handed a small business card in front of her as she bowed.
	Tara accepted the card. It read that her name was Gabriella and she would clean the house as a demonstration of her skills, and all their domestic worries were at an end for today. Tara nodded, allowing her into the house. Gabriella slowly walked through the house, looking for the messes that were now her responsibility. She saw Anna sitting in a chair reading on her tablet, Sayako painting her fingernails at the dining room table and Sabrina sketching on the couch.
	Once she saw the entire first floor, she returned to her van and brought in all the cleaning supplies she’d need. Tara moved to help her with the load of cleaning devices, spray bottles, and other miscellany, but Gabriella seemed to have it under control.
	Gabriella started in the bedroom, removing the bed sheets. She was confused by the huge stiff stain in the middle of the sheets. She had to ‘break” the stain like a piece of toast in order to fold the sheet into a pile. Tara (and Sayako, after Tara asked her to come over) watched her as she used a steam cleaner to clean the mattress on whatever mysterious fluids had leeched into it.
	A plastic cover, like a shower cap, that covers the whole mattress underneath the bed sheet. That was Tara’s latest million-dollar-idea.
	Gabriella left the bed to dry as she pulled from her pocket an ordinary flashlight. This confused Tara until Gabriella flicked the switch on the top and the purple light of ultraviolet “black light” emerged. She shined it at the carpet and found multiple strands of some mysterious biological fluids embedded in the carpet. It was everywhere, even spots on the dresser and walls. Gabriella sighed at the work that lay before her, returning to her car to bring in the heavy-duty carpet cleaner. Tara just prayed Gabriella wouldn’t shine that light at her; she had so much semen inside her, she’d probably glow in the dark.
	Gabriella spent some time washing the carpet in the bedroom before moving back to the main hall and the stairs leading to the second floor. She shined the UV flashlight at the stairs and found many illuminated spots along the steps. Gabriella plugged the carpet washer in at the bottom of the stairs and started washing each step with the extension arm.
	Anna walked by the stairs when she heard the mail hit the floor as it was pushed through the slot in the door. She picked it up and saw Gabriella bent over, kneeling on the stairs as she cleaned them. She stared for a second, her heart fluttering, before going over to find the others. She found them in the living room, still tied in their activities, but with the television playing the news in the background.
	Anna leaned in to the others and whispered, “She’s not wearing panties.”
	This took everyone’s attention away from the TV. They hustled towards the stairs, but she’d finished with the stairs once they found her. Anna tried to think of an activity that would involve her bending over again, but Tara beat her to the punch. She asked Gabriella to point her flashlight up to the ceiling above the couch in the living room. Gabriella was baffled by the luminescent spots that appeared there.
	She retuned to her vehicle and retrieved a step ladder, setting it down below the mystery stains. Anna offered to hold the ladder still first, making sure she’d stand on the same side of the ladder as Gabriella. She stared up as Gabriella got up the ladder, her legs barely too close together to see anything.
	Gabriella spread her legs for stability at the top of the ladder, her legs on two separate steps. Anna could finally see it in all its glory.
	“Oh, my god, you guys.” She whispered. The others gathered around her and looked up as Gabriella started rubbing a sponge against the ceiling. “It’s like a perfect little miniature.”
	“You’re the expert.” Tara smiled. “I think we need to get more acquainted with her.”
	“She’ll be here all week.” Sayako said. “That’s plenty of time.”
	“I’m not going to last that long!” Tara said.
	“Then you’ll just have to do one of us instead.”
	Then, something they weren’t expecting. “I speak English.” Said Gabriella, with only a faint accent.
	All eyes were on Gabriella. “Why haven’t you said anything until now?”
	“It wasn’t necessary.” Gabriella started to descend the ladder, much to the crowd’s disappointment. “I think people open up more when they think I don’t speak English. The men also hit on me less if I pretend I don’t know what they’re saying.”
	“And what about the women?” Tara stepped forward and wrapped one hand above her waist, pulling her closer.
	Gabriella smiled. “I’ve never done something like this with a client before… but you’re all so lovely.”
	“Are you a lesbian?” Sayako asked.
	“That describes me pretty well.” Gabriella nodded.
	“Uh-oh.” Sayako croaked. Lesbians were not known for their fondness for her extra equipment.
	“Why ‘Uh-oh?’ This looks like heaven.” Gabriella was much more “into it” than anyone was expecting. “You all look at me like you want me. Is this like an all-lesbian house or something?”
	“I think we should just get it out in the open. On the count of three, we should all just take off our pants.” Tara said. Before anyone else could agree, she counted. “One, two, three!” Everyone complied, and Gabriella watched as these four lovely women unveiled their four impressive cocks. Sabrina almost fell over trying to get her jeans off her ankles.
	“This doesn’t bother you, does it?” Sayako said, surprised at herself for going along with it. “I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting.”
	“It wasn’t.” Gabriella looked pretty shocked. “But… I’m willing to give this a go.”
	“Yay!” Tara cheered. “Do you mind if I…” Without finishing her sentence, Tara brought both arms around Gabriella and lifted her off the ground, carrying her to the bedroom in both arms like a husband carrying his bride across the threshold. “You’re just so perfectly tiny, I had to do that. I doubt I could carry Sayako.”
	Before they reached the bed (clad in fresh new sheets), Gabriella kicked her shoes off to the corner of the bedroom. Tara looked at her newly exposed feet, clad in her translucent stockings. “Ohh, look how cute your feet are. They’re perfect.” She pinched her big toe between her thumb and pointer, her thumb almost larger than the toe.
	Gabriella kicked the hand away, jerking with sudden, teeth-clenched laughter. “Don’t! I’m super ticklish!”
	“Oh, you’re no fun.” Tara moaned, bringing her to rest with her butt at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off the end. She watched as the four women gathered in a line before you. They were still flaccid. Gabriella aimed to fix that.
	“Before we do this, I want to see what I’m in for.” Gabriella brought up her legs and spread them apart in a split, displaying her perfect pussy to the others. 	Tara reached her full erect length first, not long before Sabrina and Anna. Sayako took longer than the other, but she WAS longer than the others. “This is my first time seeing a penis in real life.” Gabriella held her legs apart to maintain the split. “Are they all like that?”
	“Of course not.” Tara pointed. “I keep telling Sayako here to go to the Guinness world record people, but she doesn’t want to.”
	“Well, why don’t we let her start?” Gabriella gestured for Sayako to approach. She walked up slowly.
	“If I may…” Sayako gulped. “Why weren’t you wearing panties?”
	“For the tips.” She answered. “Speaking of tips…” Gabriella released one leg to place her hand on the glans of Sayako’s cock. Sayako cooed as the soft fingertips teased her cock. She placed it down near Gabriella’s pussy.
	“I don’t think this is going to work.” She said. “The end of my penis is close to the size of your pelvis.”
	“You’re exaggerating.” Anna encouraged her. “Just start it off gently.”
	Sayako took two steps back to bring the tip to Gabriella’s pussy. Gabriella looked as ready as she’d ever be, almost glowing with enthusiasm. Sayako pressed the tip against her pussy. The narrowest part of the very front of the tip entered, and she stopped. She pushed her hips forward, and Gabriella slid against the silk sheets. It was as effective as trying to push an orange into the spout of a teapot. Except in this scenario, she’d be more likely to damage the teapot instead of the orange.
	“I can’t get it in.” Sayako said. “She’s too small. It’s like trying to have sex with a keyhole. There’s just no way.”
	“Oh, come on. Just go slowly.” Anna repeated.
	“That won’t make a difference. That’s not…” She didn’t want to say the word, but the scientific name “vagina” sounded worse. “It’s not her pussy I’m up against. It’s… her pelvis, or her other muscles surrounding it. If I actually got it in, I think I’d legitimately hurt her.”
	Gabriella looked disappointed. “I understand. There’s lots of things we short girls will never get to do.” Sayako stepped back, and Gabriella looked to the other women’s cocks. “Which of you is the smallest?”
	The others pointed to Sabrina. “This one.” Tara said. “She’s the only one not in the Subway club.” Sabrina sucked her teeth at the sudden scrutiny, but if this meant she got to go first, that was fine with her. Sabrina stepped forward.
	“The Subway Club?” Gabriella looked puzzled.
	“I’m the only one who is less than twelve inches long.” Sabrina answered.
	“Oh. I get it.” Sabrina was unimpressed with that attempt at humor, but she was impressed with the mighty throbbing cock that was being positioned against her vulva.
	“You should know that if you let us ejaculate inside you, then you’ll get a penis of your own.” Sayako said.
	“Were you about to have sex with me without telling me that?”
	“I’m sorry! I forgot.” Sayako apologized, bowing her head so far, she almost kissed her cock.
	“That’s the thing you should know.” Anna said. “Sayako and Tara are lovers, so it doesn’t matter to them. But if you want to have a relationship with a woman who wants you to be a more traditional woman, then maybe you shouldn’t. I’m married, so it’s proven tricky for us.”
	“You’re married?” Gabriella asked. “To a man? How can you stand it?”
	“That’s what I said!” Tara clucked.
	“He’s nice!” Anna said. “I still love him, and he’s a good lover. He’s got a big cock… y’know, for a guy.”
	Sabrina looked down to Gabriella. “It’s your call.”
	Gabriella chuckled once. “Before today, I’d never had more than two fingers inside me. I’ve never found even the idea of penises sexy until now. But now… I want you to come inside me. I want every drop of all of your come. I want to leave her with a belly so bloated and full of come, strangers will assume I’m pregnant.”
	“We’ll try.” Tara grinned. “Just do me a favor. Can you let your titties free, because those things are amazing. I would undo something on your outfit to do it, but I don’t know how any of this works.”
	Gabriella undid the buttons on the apron-styled front of her shirt and revealed a pair of amazing round breasts.  With her micro-thin waist and tiny tight little ass, her headless profile would look like a capital letter P. (If she gained a cock tonight from their ejaculate, it might look like an R.)
	Sabrina was jealous again. “I get the smallest cock AND the smallest breasts?”
	“I’d give up five inches of cock if I could draw like you.” Tara said.
	“Really?” Asked Sayako.
	Tara thought about it. “No, probably not.”
	“I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Gabriella said to Sabrina. She took the hint and slowly coaxed her cock into Gabriella’s pussy. Gabriella parted her toes, her legs kicking around a bit, hands clutching the bed sheet, her brow lowered as she felt herself filled with this hot cock.
	Sabrina had finally gotten all ten-and-three-quarters inches inside. She held it still for a second, supporting herself by holding onto Gabriella’s hips. She was panting like she’d just run a mile. She looked over to Sayako with great sympathy. “I’m so sorry you won’t be able to do this.”
	“It’s OK.” Sayako waved her hand. “Just like her, there are some things you can’t do when you’re a woman with a… ridiculously big penis.”
	“Gabriella, are you doin’ OK?” Sabrina asked.
	Gabriella looked as though a whole new world had opened up to her. “I think I see what other women see in penises now. If I knew they made women with cocks, I would have found one years ago.”
	Sabrina pulled back and thrust again. Gabriella started to call out ecstatic moans already. A woman used to two fingers (and the occasional, though very welcome, tongue), how could she be prepared for this? Sabrina picked up some speed, Gabriella’s huge breasts bouncing back and forth. Sabrina pumped her harder, pulling out as far as she could and pushing it all back in as quick and hard as she could. Gabriella took control of her left breast and pushed it up towards her face, the nipple landing in her mouth. She sucked her nipple, moaning with her mouth full as she couldn’t hold back any longer. Gabriella came hard and fast, and came a second time once she felt Sabrina’s burning hot come filling her insides.
	Sabrina shook as she tried to remain upright until she collapsed, her face gratefully landing on Gabriella’s free breast. Sabrina was so drained, she couldn’t even move her face around to appreciate how soft and supple it was. She leaned back, pulling her cock slowly out of Gabriella’s pussy. Once it was free, she fell over to her side onto the carpet.
	“You OK, Sabrina?” Sayako asked.
	Sabrina groaned and pulled herself away from the bed, leaning against the wall, still trying to catch her breath. Her softening cock bent into a slight arc, still bearing a light sheen from Gabriella’s fluids. “I’m fine. She just wore me out.”
	“Who’s next?” Gabriella said eagerly from the bed. Tara and Anna fought for a second, but Anna made it there first. “You kept it all inside you.” Anna noticed.
	“Nobody’s going to stain this bed with me here.” Gabriella said. Anna pushed forward and got her entire cock inside her in record time. Going second was different. Everything inside was hot, not just from Gabriella’s natural womanly energy, but from the friction and arousal. This pussy was so hot, Anna was almost afraid. Of course, this didn’t stop her from striving to prove anything Sabrina can do, she can do even harder. She put one leg up on the bed, lifted Gabriella’s hips into the air and pounded her pussy with hard downward strokes. Once again, Gabriella came first, and once again once Anna finally reached orgasm, firing streams of hot come into Gabriella.
	Anna pulled back out, and not a drop of ejaculate was lost. It was all inside Gabriella somewhere. Anna took a deep breath and stretched. “That was really nice.” She turned around and saw Sabrina still on the floor. Her cock had grown hard again.
	Anna laughed. “Oh, you young people are so frisky. You wanna go for a second round?
	“Hey, what about me?” Tara cried.
	“It’s OK.” Said Sabrina. “I’m too pooped to do it again anyway.”
	“All right, then.” Anna touched the tip of Sabrina’s cock and moved it towards her. “I’ll ride your cock, then.”
	Sabrina started to blush, “You don’t have to.”
	Anna squatted down and licked the tip of Sabrina’s penis. Sabrina cried out, one leg kicking out involuntarily. “I can just tease you like this, if you’d rather.”
	“OK, OK.” Sabrina said, trembling. “We’ll do it your way.” Anna stood back up and slowly lowered herself onto Sabrina’s member. Sabrina’s cheeks were red, and Anna took the opportunity to kiss them both before kissing her lips. “Just let me know if you get close.” Anna requested in a break of the kisses. Sabrina started to work her hand on Anna’s stiff cock, her hands shaking.
	“Ok, I can’t take this anymore.” Tara said. She sat down on the bed with Gabriella and helped maneuver her onto her cock. Gabriella slid down the twelve inch cock, cooing as more wonderful cock flesh vanished inside her.
	Tara leaned back and moaned. Gabriella rode her cock like a champion, Tara hypnotized by her huge bouncing breasts. Gabriella even turned herself around to face the other two lovers, a difficult move that she pulled off like a professional. Tara put both hands on Gabriella’s ass, helping her move up and down her cock. It was like she was masturbating with Gabriella’s entire body.
	Gabriella watched as Sabrina reached around and put two fingers up Anna’s ass. Her other hand was busy reaching three fingers inside her own pussy, desperately searching for that G-spot that all these huge cocks would always reach. Anna kept riding Sabrina’s cock, strings of precum flicking away from her own cock.
	Gabriella was inspired to try something she’d never tried before: she reached around with her left hand and pressed a single finger into her own ass. Her ass was so tight, she was afraid her finger might never return to her. This didn’t stop her from pushing a second fingertip inside. With this, and Anna’s own duties pounding away at her pussy, Gabriella came with a cry out to the heavens. Tara ejaculated from the tightening of her insides, unleashing what felt like a torrent of ejaculate. Even so, not a single drop leaked out.
	Gabriella climbed off the exhausted-looking Tara (what did she have to be so exhausted from? She had done all the work!) and took a seat near the corner. Anna kept riding Sabrina’s cock.
	“I-I’m getting close!” She said, feeling silly. That sounded like a line form a cheap porno or erotic fan fiction.
	Anna dismounted her cock without a word, taking Gabriella’s hand and bringing her to the floor to resume the riding. “Here!” She cried as Gabriella lowered herself onto Sabrina’s cock. Sabrina’s cheeks were bright red as she pushed her hands against the carpet and humped Gabriella as hard as she could. She lasted only another minute before another toe-curling orgasm that filled Gabriella with even more come.
	Once Sabrina stopped, collapsing again where she was, Anna yelled, “Now me! Quick!” Gabriella stretched out on the carpet and Anna stood over her in the missionary position and pushed her cock inside her again.
	“Oh, my God! I swear I can feel your come inside her!” Anna hollered. She humped away for a good fifteen seconds before yelling, “FFffff…!” She let out a bit of spit over her bitten lower lip and came a second time. Sabrina and Anna moved their exhausted bodies near one another, hands weaving together and some clumsy kisses following.
	Gabriella tapped her still-flat-as-a-board nonexistent “belly,” feeling the warmth of all that come inside her. She looked up to Sayako, standing there, a tiny stream of precum leaking from the tip of that colossal cock. “I think I’m ready for you now.”
	Gabriella returned to the bed and spread her legs out just like before. Sayako stood at the foot of the bed and nestled the very foretip of her cock into Gabriella’s pussy. Sayako pushed forward with her mighty cock… and Gabriella slid forward along the sheets again.
	Gabriella looked down, puzzled. “Really?”
	“It doesn’t feel any different.” Sayako said. “I’m just too big for you.”
	“I have an idea.” Gabriella said. “Just stay like that.” Gabriella kept the tip of Sayako’s cock pointed inside her pussy. She reached around with her feet and rubbed her cock with both feet, working it up and down. Sayako shuddered, trying to keep her cock still. “Do you see what I’m getting at?”
	“Yes…” Sayako huffed.
	“You ladies want to help me out with this?” Gabriella called to the others, stopping her footjob. Sabrina and Anna paused their make-out session briefly. Both their cocks were stiff again. They crawled over and found a position near Sayako’s cock. All three women started licking and kissing Sayako’s engorged member without moving it. Tara had one side to herself, while Anna and Sabrina shared one side. Anna ran her tongue all the way up the top, where Sabrina licked the underside.
While down below, Sabrina found a more delicate treasure: Sayako’s testicles, hanging down as they did. Perhaps underappreciated, they were not underutilized. Sabrina took one single ball in her mouth, and Anna accepted the other. They massaged the huge orbs within their mouths, extending their tongues outwards to touch each other’s tongues as they suckled the orbs.
	Tara crawled around behind Sayako and probed her tongue into Sayako’s ass. She alternated rimming her ass and probing a single finger inside. Sayako could endure this teasing no longer. She grabbed her cock by the shaft and masturbated as fast and hard as she could. She soon ejaculated directly into Gabriella’s pussy, firing wave after wave of ejaculate into her. Gabriella felt like she was sitting on a fire hydrant, the sensation of gallons of hot semen filling her bringing her to orgasm immediately. With every new spurt of come, Sabrina and Anna felt the balls within their mouth tremble.
	After what felt like a half-hour of ejaculation (what was, in reality, almost seventy seconds), Sayako stepped back. A single stream of ejaculate started to dribble from the tip. The four of them all wrestled on all fours to be the one to catch it on their extended tongues, but Sayako presented it to Gabriella, who collected the morsel on her tongue. Sayako pushed the last bit of come out of her cock and gave her a more substantive snack.
	Gabriella swirled the come around her mouth, tasting it thoughtfully. “If I knew it tasted this good, I would have just blown you all.”
	“If you want to be one of us, that won’t work.” Tara said. “Trust me, I know.”
	“My blowjob technique would probably be lousy, anyway.”  Gabriella said with a big yawn. “I’m tired…”
	“Go ahead. Take this nap. You’ve earned it. When you wake up, you’ll be a whole new you.”
	Gabriella crawled into Tara and Sayako’s bed and swiftly fell asleep.


Chapter 15: New Challenger

	The smell of Chinese food slowly brought Gabriella out of her dream and to the land of the waking. Sayako and Tara were in the room, dressed in silk bathrobes, Tara eating a box of noodles with chopsticks.
	"Welcome back." Tara said, once her mouth was free of noodles.
	"Is it dinnertime?" Gabriella asked, stretching her balled fists above her head, her breasts emerging from the hem of the bed sheet. She grabbed the sheet and tucked them back in. Tara snorted at this modesty.
	"We thought you might be hungry." Sayako said. "Tara ordered lots of Chinese, but I didn’t know if you only liked certain things."
	"If you got any crab rangoon or lo mein, that would taste great right now." Gabriella requested. Sayako left the room to retrieve the order. Tara continued to eye Gabriella like she’d rather be eating her.
	Sayako came back in with a few new paper boxes, with Anna and Sabrina bringing up the rear. Gabriella graciously tucked into the food, eating one dumpling before noticing that everyone was staring at her.
	"What?" Gabriella asked shyly.
	"Are you going to show us?" Tara said, anxiously holding up the measuring tape she’d made such good use of before.
	"Oh, yeah." Gabriella had forgotten so quickly. With all the women dressed, it wasn’t on her mind. She set the takeout boxes on the nightstand and tossed the duvet and sheets off of her.
	What had grown between her legs was something incredible. It was like a log of cookie dough, almost as thick as her skinny little thighs, reaching almost to her knee. A foreskin collared about half the tip. It looked like an apple stuffed in the sleeve of a brown sweater.
	All the mouths in the room fell open, nobody more surprised than Gabriella herself. "Holy cow." She spread her legs apart a bit. It really was almost the size of her thigh. The lower half of her body looked like a fork with a short tine.
	"Are you hard?" Anna asked.
	"No." Gabriella scooped it up in one hand, flopping down as a flaccid cock would. Her cock was wide enough to reach across her small hand, perhaps almost a full pound in weight.
	"That looks bigger than me when I’m soft." Sayako confessed. "Do you want to get an official measure?"
	Tara looked hesitant. She stood and placed the measuring tape against the top of Gabriella’s cock.
	"Eleven-and-a-half inches." Tara said quickly, rolling the tape back up.
	"Wait a second." Anna said. "You measure the rest of us when we were erect. That’s not fair to her."
	"Who wants the honor of giving me my first erection?" Gabriella looked to the group, a bit surprised there was no immediate volunteer.
	Sayako made note of this. "Tara, I’m surprised you’re not jumping up to do it." Tara said nothing. Anna finally raised her head.
	"All right." Anna stepped forward. "I’ll do it. And I guess I’ll point out what everyone else is too polite to say: she’s got a foreskin."
	Everyone looked at Anna sideways. "So?" Sabrina finally spoke up from the back.
	"I never had one!" Anna said. "Did you, Sayako?"
	Sayako didn’t answer, looking away. Anna shrugged, letting the matter go. Gabriella shuffled back until she leaned against the headboard, Anna on the bed between her legs. She grabbed the meaty appendage and placed it in her mouth. Gabriella moaned as Anna sucked the tip, twirling her tongue inside her foreskin and against the tip. Her cock grew stiff, though not much in any other dimension. It was enough to allow her foreskin to fully retract.
	Once Gabriella felt she’d achieved the fullest erection possible, she tapped Anna’s head gently to coax her away. Her cock was a swarthy tower of flesh that stood tall, almost reaching her own breasts without her bending down. It was the first cock in the collection that truly rivaled Sayako’s.
	"Tara?" Sayako asked.
	Tara handed the roll to Sayako. "Why don’t you have the honor?" She said.
	That was weird. Sayako nevertheless accepted it. She placed the metal end of the measuring tape about where Tara had placed it the first time and rolled it along Gabriella’s cock. She leaned in to read the number.
	"Fourteen inches." She said. It may have been thirteen and fifteen-sixteenths, but that would be a bit specific.
	"I’m starting to feel like I got ripped off." Sabrina said. "Why does everyone else get these humungous penises and I’m stuck with ten-and-a-half inches?"
	Sayako rolled up the measuring tape. "It’s really not a big deal. Once you’re a certain size, it doesn’t matter. Right, Tara?" Sayako turned around to find Tara gone. She’d left her noodles there, the chopsticks resting across the open flap of the box. "Where’d she go?" She passed the measuring tape to Gabriella, who was still closest. "Excuse me. I’m going to see where she went." Sayako exited the room.
	Gabriella looked down to her cock, as Sabrina and Anna were also staring at it. She saw Anna swallow a little saliva that had accumulated in her throat. Suddenly, the woman less than five feet tall felt very powerful indeed.
	“Who wants to go first?" Both their eyes lit up. "That was a silly question, since you both obviously want to. I can see you both tenting up those pants. So how does this sound? You two 69 each other and whoever comes first loses."
	Sabrina and Anna looked at one another, Anna smiling widely. Sabrina wondered why Anna had taken such a shining to her, but it was nice to feel appreciated. Both women got naked, their painfully erect cocks finally free.
	"You want top of bottom?" Anna asked.
	"Does it make a difference?" Sabrina asked.
	Anna pounced on Sabrina in lieu of answering, smothering her with some kisses as she pushed her to the floor. "You get bottom, then." Anna turned around and pointed her cock at Sabrina’s awaiting mouth, bringing Sabrina’s closer to her own. They began as close to the same second as they could, their hard cocks sliding easily down their throats. They both sucked fiercely, more aggressively than they normally would. Why rush fellatio, after all? What were you in such a hurry to get to that would make you rush oral sex? The only logical answer was good old-fashioned coitus with the olive goddess sitting patiently on the bed, playing with her monstrous cock.
	Anna probed a few fingers into Sabrina’s pussy, and Sabrina responded in kind, with a few going into Anna’s ass as well. Still, Sabrina felt herself losing ground. Anna could send tidal waves of pleasure through you by doing nothing more than humming with the cock within her throat. Sabrina was inching closer. How could she beat Anna at a fellatio contest? She’d never even sucked ANY dicks before she met Sayako.
	Suddenly, she had an idea. As much fun as deep-throating a hot cock was, most of the sensation in your average lady cock was in the tip. (If this was how it worked with man cock, Sabrina couldn’t care less.)  Sabrina pushed back on Anna’s hips, pulling most of her cock free from inside her, but the tip was still nestled between her teeth. Sabrina teased the tip with her tongue, painting it with spit, sucking it like a popsicle she was afraid would break free from the stick at any second.
	Anna whimpered, suddenly losing control. Sabrina wanted to let Anna’s cock free to prove she lost, but Anna forced it back down her throat, unleashing her ejaculate down Sabrina’s throat until she collapsed, Sabrina’s cock still in her throat.
	"Looks like Sabrina won." Gabriella smiled.
	Anna pushed Sabrina’s cock free from her mouth to speak woozily. "You can’t prove that. She ate all the evidence." Anna sat up to see Sabrina standing over her, her cheeks slightly bulged, her lips puckered, a string of come hanging from them.
	Anna knew what was coming. Sabrina stepped down on one knee and spat a considerable volume of Anna’s ejaculate back into her own mouth, letting it fall almost a full feet to reach her eager mouth. Anna pulled Sabrina down to clear the rest from her mouth with her tongue. Their last kiss left a single strand of come between their tongues. Sabrina leaned back to see how far it would stretch before Anna slurped it up like the last piece of spaghetti.
	"You two are so cute." Gabriella cooed. "But there can be only one winner." She took Sabrina’s hand and helped her on the bed. "It’s up to you how we do this."
	"I already fucked you this morning, so it seems fair that you return the favor." Sabrina said, stretching out on the bed, spreading her legs apart, her hard cock resting against her abdomen. Gabriella placed the tip of her huge cock against Sabrina’s vulva. Before she started, she turned around to see Anna sitting in the corner, erect and masturbating slowly.
	"Why don’t we do it this way, so we can watch Anna play with herself, too?" Sabrina and Gabriella were on the bed backwards, Sabrina’s head hanging off the end of the bed where feet most often resided. They could watch Anna easily from this position. Sabrina put her hands in Gabriella’s and Gabrielle pushed her cock into Sabrina.
	For having never done this exact form of sex, Gabriella was doing a great job. Maybe anyone would do  well with the equipment she had been provided. It felt almost the same as Sayako. The one inch difference didn’t seem to matter. What was different was how rough Gabriella was being. She was just pounding her as hard as she could. It felt wonderful, but she was so forceful.
	Sabrina looked to Anna’s naked, upside-down image, almost helpless to stop masturbating. She wanted to join so badly. While Gabriella attempted to wear out Sabrina’s pussy, Sabrina gestured to her with her tongue without saying a word.
	Anna released her cock and stood. She walked in, cock first, and pushed her cock into Sabrina’s awaiting mouth. She had gotten herself so worked up, she started to face-fuck Sabrina, holding Sabrina’s head with both hands.
	Sabrina howled and gasped as much as she could when her breathing wasn’t obstructed. Without much warning beyond a few high-pitched moans, Sabrina ejaculated, spraying gobs of white come all over herself, her breasts and her face.
	Anna felt herself on the edge of climax second. As much as she wanted to dispense another load down Sabrina’s throat, she pulled out at the last second and sprayed her ejaculate at Gabriella, splattering her tits and body with her come. She didn’t quite arc it the right way to get any on her face.
	Gabriella looked down at herself. She would not be outdone today. Once she was moments away from orgasm, she pulled out from Sabrina and worked her cock. She ejaculated in a single laminar stream, almost a centimeter thick, of burning hot ejaculate. It was coming out faster than a plastic ketchup bottle squeezed by a careless diner, quickly frosting Sabrina with ejaculate and firing what remained upwards into Anna’s face, dribbling down onto her body.
	The stars finally cleared from Gabriella's mind and she looked down to the two women, rolling around on the carpet, slinging semen as they tossed and turned, the carpet speckled with jizz.
	Gabriella sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "I guess I should clean this up."
	Sabrina broke free from Anna suddenly. "Oh! Um... Sayako and Tara decided to hire you full-time. She wanted to tell you when you woke up, but she forgot."
	Gabriella lit up, clutching her heart and giggling. Anna asked Sabrina, "Do you know what Sayako and Tara do for a living? Because I'm a doctor and I make a lot of money AND I work all the time. But even I don't have a full-time maid."
	Sabrina hated to gossip, but she was about to talk completely out of her ass, so she decided that didn't count. "I sort of assumed one of them either inherited some money, or  is an heiress or something. Maybe we'll find out Tara is the heir to a giant company that makes airplanes or something." Sabrina and Anna looked back to Gabriella, who was fully erect again. They stared at her cock, and then at her face.
	Gabriella smiled, embarrassed. "It's just the excitement." She said.
	"Oh, it's not because of us?" Anna said. "We need to work on that." They joined her on the bed and, following some kissing and nuzzling of Gabriella's tits, they sat in a triangle, Sabrina and Anna rubbing their pussies against Gabriella's cock while they pushed their cocks against hers. Sabrina leaned back on her hands and passed one foot across to Anna, which she licked and kissed as it passed unevenly in front of her face. She would take hold of it to make it easier, but she needed both hands to hold her up while she brought her own foot to Sabrina's face to return the favor.
	Gabriella huffed as these two women rubbed their wet pussies against her cock. She slipped her fingers into her own pussy and brought them to Sabrina's mouth. Sabrina almost sucked Gabriella's fingers clean off her hand, so despite the obvious danger to her safety, Gabriella did the same for Anna.
	They all moved in slightly closer until all three cocks were against each other in the center. They couldn't quite rub their pussies against it anymore, but they could kiss and lick the tips of the cocks when they weren't kissing each other. After one too many accidental bumping of the heads, they backed off and finally just rubbed their cocks together and jacked them off. Eventually, all three women were jacking off the two cocks that didn't belong to them. But perhaps that was the wrong sentiment. Cocks really belong to the women who do things to them, so they were jacking the cocks that weren't attached to them.
	They all pounded their cocks harder and harder, one hand on each cock taking the top half and the other the bottom. They pumped and grunted and cried out, but none of them had come yet. Anna looked around. “Why haven't you come yet?” She asked.
	Gabriella's eyes were closed, but her head rolled around like a cheap bobblehead. “I'm holding back. It feels so good!” She huffed.
	“I don't want to come first! I always do!” Sabrina gasped. “I'm holding back so I'm not first!”
	“One of us has to be first, and it's not going to be me!” Anna shouted. “I'm not going to be worse at handjobs than two women who never even saw a dick before they had one!”
	“No!” Sabrina howled and panted. “I don't know how much longer I can hold on!”
	“Come on, it's so easy!” Gabriella mocked. “I've had a cock for five minutes and I already figured out how to do it!”
	“Oh, you think it's so easy?” Anna sneered. “Come on, Sabrina, let her have it!” They both gripped Gabriella tighter and jerked her off even harder. She responded by speeding up as well.
	“You could use both hands if you want her to lose so badly!” Sabrina noted.
	“Then who will jerk you off? No way I'm losing to you!”
	“This is so stupid!”
	“Then just come, if it's so stupid!”
	“My shoulders hurt!”
	Everything else said after that was incoherent until they finally came at the same time. Three geysers of come reached the ceiling, splattered all over, and fell down as white rain onto the three exhausted women.
	They all collapsed onto the soaked bed, crawling over each other to find more comfortable positions. Gabriella looked to the still-dripping ceiling with some reluctance. “I suppose I'll have to clean that, too.”
	With a gently snicker, Anna stuck out her tongue and caught a drop of ejaculate before it hit the bed. “Just think of it as job security.”
	Gabriella still hadn't caught her breath. “Do you ladies take a lot of naps after sex?”
	“Sometimes.” Sabrina cuddled up near Gabriella, both her and Anna taking one of Gabriella's breasts as a pillow. They all relaxed and stayed still.
	“I think my arms hurt too much to fall asleep.” Sabrina whispered.
	“Mine, too.” Anna responded softly.
	None of them moved. Gabriella continued to watch the ceiling drip and rain droplets of come down onto the others, making gentle pats as it hit.



Chapter 16: Jizzdrops On My Guitar

	“Tara?” Sayako called gently into the upstairs hallway. She found the upstairs bedroom door closed. That was unusual. To close a bedroom door in this house would mean to keep the sounds of sex from filling the house and keep out anyone who wanted to join.
	Sayako opened the door slowly. It was not locked, so she entered. She found Tara on the bed, facing away from the door, the lights off. Everything about this was wrong.
	“Tara? What’s the matter?”  Sayako walked over.
	“Nothin’.” Tara said curtly.
	Sayako sat on the other side of the bed, reaching over to caress Tara’s bare shoulder. Tara twitched gently as Sayako’s hand came to rest on her shoulder, as if she wasn’t expecting to be touched.
	You’ve never said that to me before.” Sayako said. “Whenever I’ve asked you if something was wrong, you always answered. This time, it’s nothing. What is it, really?”
	“Nothing.” Tara repeated, more emphatically.
	A long silence. “Is it because she’s bigger than you?”
	There was no response. Tara shifted in the bed, the sheets rustling just a bit in the quiet room.
	“You were the largest except me until just now, even if it was just a quarter-inch.” Sayako said. “What, do you think we’ll forget about you now because you’re slightly smaller?”
	Still nothing from Tara. Sayako was barely convincing herself. She sounded like a woman comforting a man with a penis like a pen cap. She was probably making it worse.
	Sayako pressed on. “Gabriella’s cock doesn’t change anything. It just means more fun for everyone… except me, because I don’t fit. Size doesn’t actually matter.”
	Tara took a breath, sniffled, wiping her nose with her hand and sat up. She turned around to face Sayako, the wobbling tears in her eyes apparent even in the dark. “But it does.” She whispered, despairingly. “I love your humongous cock. It’s the biggest and best cock on Earth. It’s opened up my world, even before I got my own.”
	“My cock didn’t do that! I did!” Sayako scolded. “What if tomorrow, I woke up and it was gone. What then? Would you feel any different about me? What if it shrunk to a regular cock size like… whatever that would be. Nine inches, ten? Wouldn't you still love me?”
	“Of course I would.” Tara said. “I love you. All of you.”
	“And I love you.”
	They grabbed each other and kissed with sudden passion, the tears still rolling down Tara’s cheeks. They made out intensely as Tara worked her way on top. Their cocks untangled as they stiffened, between the embraced couple. Despite being hard as hell, they just kept kissing in missionary position with Tara on top.
	Sayako reached her hand into the sheets and between Tara’s legs. She found the opening of Tara’s pussy and easily slid two fingers inside. Tara whimpered through the kisses and put two fingers of her own into Sayako. She used the middle and ring fingers in the Spider-Man web-shooting gesture to reach the inner wall of Sayako’s pussy, perhaps a better technique to use on oneself.
	For a few minutes, Sayako and Tara were engrossed in one another. It was as if they didn’t have cocks at all. They were still there, rock hard and getting some stimulus from being rubbed against one another, feeling like two burning logs rolling around aginast their stomachs. But this time, the fingers were doing all the work where it really counted. 
	Their lips tangled and tongues twirling, their other hands burrowed in their partner’s hair, they felt the orgasm building like a balloon in their bodies. Their muscles stiffened, their hearts pounding, they came with minimal cock stimulation. They had mind-altering orgasms with nothing but their pussies and their hands.
	They still ejaculated once the orgasm reached its crest, spraying what might have been gallons of ejaculate on the underside of their tits, forming a woman-and-jizz sandwich. Exhausted, they slept a little less than an hour, waking up nearly cemented together belly-to-belly in the puddle of ejaculate.
	Tara and Sayako separated their sticky bodies with an unpleasant wet rip. They were happy Gabriella would take care of the mess they’d made of the bed, but they went to the upstairs bathroom to clean up.
	They fucked six more times in the bathroom while “showering.”



Chapter 17: What's Opera, Cock?

	Sayako unlocked the door to Tara’s house and entered, holding the door for her friends. She was dressed amazingly in her black dress with the plunging neckline, and a necklace men could pretend they were staring at instead of her breasts.
	Tara wore her lacy white dress that Sayako remembered from way back when, Anna wore a green off-the-shoulder dress that almost reached the floor and oozed class, Sabrina wore a strapless pink gown that made her feel ridiculous, and Gabriella borrowed a dress from Tara, not owning anything “fancy” enough for the evening. Tara gave her a spaghetti strap blue dress that reached Gabriella's knee. It didn't reach nearly that far down Tara's own legs.
	For a few more hours, it was still Sayako’s birthday. Instead of just staying indoors and having sex, she wanted to do something special. When she suggested dinner at a nice restaurant and a night at the theater, she knew they might suggest all the places in the fancy establishments they could fuck without the snobs noticing (or with!). But tonight, on her birthday, they were all perfectly well-behaved. There was no teasing, no flirting and no threatening to force her tumescence and expose herself to many affluent strangers.
	It would've been fun, though... they wouldn't need opera glasses to her her cock, that was for sure, even from the balcony! (Seriously, Tara saw someone in the balcony with opera glasses! Had Tara been transported into a political cartoon without realizing it? Did she have “Taxes” written across her side? The only thing reminiscent of an elephant's trunk was safely tucked away...)
	Tara and Sayako held hands as they watched the play and occasionally, they would rest their hands on each other's shoulders; that was as far as it went.
	Sayako threw herself on the bed of the downstairs bedroom, liberating her feet from those heels. She sighed happily. “You all were so good tonight.” Sayako said. “I really thought one of you would get frisky and try something.”
	Tara restrained a smile. Sayako was the only one who didn’t go to the lavatory during the intermission, but she was also the only one who didn’t have more than two drinks at dinner. (Sabrina was too young to drink, but she had unwisely filled herself on Sprite.)
	As the four women stood cross-legged at the huge line leading to the ladies room (which, judging by the line, must only have one toilet), Tara drew them out of line and to a slightly secluded corner near a stairwell, where a tall potted ficus was situated.
	Tara reached up her skirt, released her cock and, with great relief, watered the thirsty looking plant. Tara’s heart thumped as she heard the general crowd noise filling the high ceilings, as her friends stared at the cock they’d seen so many times before. She even felt her cheeks redden a bit, that twinge of embarrassment she thought she might never feel again as she became more debauched.
	Tara shook her cock twice to fling a few drops from it and tucked it back in its proper place within her dress. “Don’t tell Sayako.” She smiled.
	“I won’t if you won’t.” Anna stepped up to the edge of the plant. Her dress reached the floor, so she had to pick up the entire skirt from the floor to clear the path. She unleashed her stream at a dry path of soil, keeping her eyes moving around to see if anyone was coming. Nobody interrupted, so she dropped the dress back to the floor and adjusted herself through it.
	Sabrina moved the split in her gown so it was closer to the front and peeked the tip of her cock out from it. Sheltering it with both hands, she faced away from her friends. Sabrina didn’t want anyone to look, but she knew they would, so she let it go, splattering against the skinny trunk of the tree.
	Gabriella was last. She stood next to the tree, unfurling her cock and pointing it at the pot. She had never stood up while doing this before, and once she relaxed, there was the sound of a stream of liquid striking carpet. Gabriella had peed the way she’d always done it before: straight down.
	Once she realized what she was doing, she stopped herself. There were a few drops on her shoes and a dark blotch in the carpet, but nothing on her dress or nylons. The other girls nearly panicked. Anna spun Gabriella around by the shoulder and pushed her down to sit on the rim of the pot so she could pee the way she was used to. Her thighs clasped together, her cock resting to one side, Gabriella tried again and unleashed a quick burst of pee, this time from her cock, making a new spot on the carpet.
	Gabriella stopped herself again, stood up and pointed her cock at the tree, releasing her stream into the plant. She shyly confessed she’d never had to do this before, and she was still doing it “the old-fashioned way.” Tara and Anna were trying not to draw attention to themselves as they kept these shenanigans from view. If anyone was watching, the four of them jumping around, changing positions and covering each other from view must have looked like a silent movie.
	They returned to their seats, relieved and with plenty of time before the second act. Sabrina wondered in they’d just killed that poor tree. Tara remembered too late that none of them had washed her hands, but they kept that to themselves as they sat down for the second half of The Wiz.
	“Of course we were good tonight.” Tara said, sitting next to Sayako and placing a hand on her side. “It’s your day.”
	Sayako smiled. She leaned in and delivered a kiss to Tara’s lips. Sayako stood, looking at her tiny silver watch. “It’s nine-thirty.” She unfastened the clasp to the watch and set it on the nightstand. Then, she tucked one finger under each side of her décolletage and pulled them off her breasts. Once they cleared her shoulders, she brought her arms down and the rest of the dress came to the floor. She now stood completely nude, her wonderful cock slowly pulsing as it grew stiff.
	“What do you ladies want to do for the rest of the night?” Sayako asked knowingly.
	The rest of the dresses came off in a crazed, multicolored stripping session. It was first-come, first-serve. Tara was closest and forced her tongue into Sayako’s mouth as they sat side-by-side. Anna got to Sayako’s cock first and slid it down her throat, Gabriella accepting Tara’s (still not sure she could actually deep-throat Sayako safely). Sabrina brought up the rear, sitting between Gabriella and Anna while facing opposite them, jacking them off with each hand. They both appreciated the attention and both put one free hand to rather clumsily beat off Sabrina’s cock.
	Sabrina couldn’t get a good grip on Gabriella’s extra-large cock, so she released Anna’s to go after Gabriella’s with both hands. She pounded on her dark cock until she saw a few flecks of precum start to emerge from the tip, and she threw her mouth over the end as Gabriella ejaculated first in the group, firing a mighty load into Sabrina’s mouth, swallowing it as quick as she could manage and barely spilling a drop.
	Gabriella’s throaty moaning and humming vibrated on Tara’s cock, and she came second. Gabriella had never spilled any come until now and she wasn’t about to, as Tara fired down her throat. Gabriella had a second orgasm from feeling her stomach fill with hot jizz, but didn't release any more ejaculate. Her cock twitched eagerly to no effect, like pulling the trigger of an unloaded firearm.
	Sabrina returned her attention to Anna’s cock. She really was fond of the doctor’s cock. It was pale and pink and beautiful just like her. Sabrina took Anna’s cock down her throat and sucked with great enthusiasm. Anna groaned, weaving her fingers into Sabrina’s short hair and scratching her scalp gently.
	Anna was the only one of the group who had experience with fellatio before having a cock of their own. For this reason, Anna was always bothered why every else seemed to be better at it than her. Sabrina had never sucked a dick before she met Sayako and Tara, but you’d never have known it. She was a natural. Maybe because Sayako had her cock for longer, maybe it was harder to please her.
	Or maybe it’s because Anna’s mind would occasionally wander to subjects like this during sex was why she was falling behind. Anna howled with Sayako’s cock in her throat and ejaculated lots of come into Sabrina’s mouth. She gulped it all down, slowly releasing her cock as the stream slowed, ending it with a gentle kiss against the tip that left a thread of ejaculate connecting her lips and Anna’s cock.
	Anna was at least correct that Sayako wasn’t as easy to please. She was dizzy from the latest orgasm, but she persisted, accepting the cock down to the hilt and slowly drawing it out against her tongue until nothing but the tip was in her mouth. She clutched one hand against Sayako’s cock and jerked it, cradling Sayako’s balls with the other hand. Sayako huffed and shook until she lost control, ejaculating while the tip was in Anna’s mouth. Anna started to swallow the sweet come, but Sayako took it away and started spraying her in the face. Anna closed her eyes and held one hand up to shield, but in that second, Sabrina was already on top of it, her lips sealed around Sayako’s tip, gobbling whatever come was still left.
	All eyes fell on Sabrina (except for the one eye Anna had that was covered in come that she was wiping away with her thumb). Sabrina was flushed, fully erect, her modest darn-close-to-eleven-inch cock pulsing with every pounding heartbeat. She had a devilish, almost crazy smile.
	“Have you come yet?” Sayako asked.
	“No, I haven’t.” Sabrina smiled.
	Sayako gestured for Sabrina to come over to the bed. Sabrina sprawled herself on the bed, and Sayako got on her knees, waiting for her cock to get hard again. (Even she occasionally took a few seconds between erections.)
	Once she was at her full length once again, Sayako lifted Sabrina’s hips into the air by her butt cheeks. Sabrina’s shoulders and head were resting on the pillow, her hard cock pointed towards her face. Sayako pressed the tip of her cock against Sabrina’s pussy and pressed every inch inside her. Once Sayako stuffed it all inside, Sabrina cried out and immediately ejaculated in her own face without ever touching her cock. She covered her face and tits with come.
	Sabrina went limp for a moment before returning to her senses. Even under the thick layer of sperm, they could all see her cheeks light up. “Ohhh, I’m so embarrassed…” She brought her hands to her sticky cheeks.
	“Want me to help clean you up?” Anna moved in.
	“No. I want to stay like this.” Sabrina bit her lip and blushed brighter.
	“OK, if you say so.” Anna instead clasped her lips around Sabrina’s cock. It quickly grew stiff again. Sayako figured, while she was here, she might as well actually start fucking Sabrina, pumping her pussy with a medium pace. Tara moved in behind Sayako and plunged her cock into her tight ass. Gabriella hopped on the bed and squatted over Sabrina’s face. Sabrina happily lapped at Gabriella’s wet pussy while she jerked her own cock with both hands.
	This time, Sabrina would not be the last to come, unloading another burst of come into Anna’s mouth. Anna took a mouthful before releasing Sabrina’s cock to spray more hot come at her own body. She managed to fleck some hot jizz on Gabriella's back as well. Anna craned her head over to Gabriella and spat some of Sabrina’s come into her mouth before pushing her off of Sabrina’s face so she could deliver the rest to her.
	Sayako hadn’t finished yet as this was happening, but as Tara kneaded Sayako’s huge tits with both hands and shot a load into her ass, she pulled out of Sabrina and sprayed her come all over the other three, the come burning hot as it splattered all over them.
	Gabriella started to lick it off anywhere she could reach on her body, starting with her arms and moving to her tits, large enough that she could easily suckle them herself. Gabriella wasn’t satisfied with this, and did a half-somersault toward the end of the bed, putting her ass in the air and placing the tip of her cock in her mouth.
	“That’s sort of selfish, isn’t it?” Tara joked. Gabriella didn’t respond, instead grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing them down towards her face rhythmically, as she tried to face-fuck herself. Sabrina and Anna stood up on the bed and pressed the tips of their cocks against Gabriella's pussy and ass, respectively. Sabrina stopped before inserting, but Gabriella gave a quick thumbs-up before continuing her autofellatio.
	Sayako and Tara watched this spectacle with fascination. “They’re pros.” Tara smiled, leaning in to kiss Sayako’s cheek. Tara gently brought Sayako to the bed and started riding her cock like she’d done a hundred times before. The others would finish up soon.
	Sabrina and Anna French kissed and groped each other as they double-teamed Gabriella. They both came deep into Gabriella’s body, and felt her clench their cocks within her as she came herself. For once, she wasn’t ready for the volume, as her come quickly filled her cheeks to overflowing, spraying and gurgling over her face and body in thick gobs. Sabrina pulled out to get what she could, suckling come from the enormous tip.
	“You know…” Tara puffed as she rode Sayako’s cock. “It’s Sayako’s birthday, so maybe you should do something for her.”
	Anna and Sabrina had moved down to lick the come from Gabriella’s face. Once she was clean, they followed Tara’s advice. Sayako held herself up by her arms and feet long enough for Anna to get her cock insider her pussy, riding Anna’s cock while Tara was still riding hers. Gabriella pushed her mighty cock into Sayako’s ass, the largest thing to ever enter that erogenous zone. Sabrina stood in front of Sayako and received fellatio from her while Tara licked Sabrina's ass. Sayako reached forward and wanked on Tara’s cock. Everything was in place. Every hole was occupied. Sayako felt complete, as this huge chorus of legs and breasts and cocks surrounded her.
	If everyone came at the same moment, Sayako wouldn’t have been able to tell anyway. She felt like she was floating in space as jizz filled her from every angle. She came like never before into Tara, as come sprayed out of her pussy and all over the bed and the occupants. 
	Even if they didn’t come at the same moment, they all passed out in a heap at about the same moment, slowly dropping into the wet swamp of the soaked bedsheets and sweaty flesh. Sayako removed Sabrina’s cock to take some deep breaths, but she brought one hand to bring Sabrina closer and snuggled her face against the moist cock flesh.
	After a few minutes of rest, the quintet started to untangle their cocks from one another. Sayako reached off the bed and retrieved the alarm clock that had been knocked over at some point in the previous excitement. It would have been funny if it had been pushed off the nightstand by the force of ejaculation. It was more likely the moving bed frame had jostled it to the edge until it fell. 
	“It’s 9:48.” She said deliriously.
	“That was only twenty minutes?” Tara said. “It felt like forever.”
	Sayako took a deep breath. The four nude, sweaty women crawled around her, gently touching and caressing her, all still smelling that sweet scent of the puddle of ejaculate they were all resting in. Gabriella wrapped her arms around Sayako’s ribs and pressed her face into Sayako’s right breast. Tara slithered up and kissed the side of Sayako’s head. Anna and Sabrina linked together and started to kiss gently as their faces rested against a come-soaked pillow.
	Sayako shrugged. “It’s still my birthday for two more hours."


END PART ONE