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Sexiplicity Ch. 02

I woke up late, panicked and then realized it was Saturday. It took me a minute to realize that yesterday was real and not a dream. I was afraid to speak or even think because I didn't want to hear his voice in my head. I was hoping he was gone. No such luck.

"Good morning! It's a glorious day for some pussy!" he said.

I decided I had to get out of the house before he took control and my nightmare continued. I dressed and snuck downstairs but found the house empty.

Mom had left a note: Gone shopping for food, didn't want to wake you. Tiffany is at work, I hope, be back soon.

"Good, you can't fuck what's not here!" I said to my new personality.

Just then the doorbell rang. First thing I thought was, "shit, who could that be?"

I went to the door, opened it and Becca was standing there.

"Oh, shit yes! Let's fuck her, big boy!" the voice blurted. "Look at the size of those tities! And that ass! So much to hold. We could pound that for days!"

I could scarcely say hi to her he was ranting so much. I finally managed.

"Hi, Peter... I came over to see how you're doing. I brought you some soup."

It was then I realized it was almost noon and she had brought me some lunch and to inquire about my head after the accident.

"Thank you, Becca..."

"Ask her to come in dumb fuck, don't make me!" the new Peter said.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Sure," she said.

"My mother's shopping, I'm home alone."

"Oh... okay... is it okay if I come in then?"

"You stupid idiot, why'd you have to say that?" he yelled at me in my head.

"Yes, its fine," I covered.

"Good boy. Now tell her how nice she looks," he said. "Or do you want me to do it?"

"You look very nice today, Becca," I said, nervously, but not wanting dick head to tell her how hot she was and that he loved her big tits and wanted to play motor boat with them.

"Thank you, Peter," she said walking inside and setting the soup on the entry table.

"I'll put this in the fridge. Have a seat," I said, picking up the soup and heading to the kitchen while she sat on my couch.

"Go sit next to her, like close!" new Peter said as I returned to the living room.

I was so nervous for two reason. The first because I'd never had a girl at my house without my mother being home. The second because I didn't know if and when new Peter was going to take over my body. I figured I'd appease him and hope he left me in control. So, taking my own advice, I sat down next to Becca as close as I could without seeming odd.

"So how are you feeling," she asked.

"Better. I'm a little sore where the car hit me and the ground but my head doesn't hurt much now," I answered.

"That's good... I was so worried about you and also wanted to thank you for what you did in the girl's locker room. I'm so ashamed you had to see that."

"Those jerks shouldn't have done that and shouldn't have even been in the girl's locker room. I'm sure they will not even get in trouble because the basketball team can't lose all five starters, not this year when they are doing so well."

"I know, it's terrible what they get away with, I'm just glad you stood up to them."

"Yeah, sort of and almost died running." I said.

"You did great," she said reaching for my hand.

She held my hand and I held hers and we kind of paused in our conversation.

"Now's your chance! She totally wants you... lean in for a kiss!" Evil Peter said in my head.

Becca was looking right at me, our eyes were locked and I knew if I didn't do it, he'd take over so I inched closer to her face and she inched closer to mine and slowly we kissed for the first time holding hands. It was just a quick little kiss ending way too fast for evil Peter.

"Kiss her again and move your hand to her leg, then up to her huge tits," he was telling me.

"That's not going to work, not with Becca," I screamed back.

"We'll see," he said and I lost my control.

I was helpless as he moved toward her again, kissing her and this kiss lasted much longer and he even pushed his tongue past her lips. He was going too far, he was pressing her, moving our body closer and now his hand was on her leg, slowly moving up. She was still kissing us which kind of shocked me even as his hand went up toward her breast. Right before he made contact with her boob, voices outside, loud voices, made Becca pull away and end the kiss.

"What's going on out there?" she asked.

"Who cares... now where were we?" Evil Peter answered.

"Peter, I think it's your mother," Becca said, hearing the shouting again.

She got up and went toward the door. We followed her as she opened it.

Outside my mother was yelling at no other than Cobi. He was walking his dog and apparently had let it shit on my mother's flowers. She had a broom in her hand and had apparently hit him with it.

"What the fuck, lady!" Cobi yelled.

"You're the one, letting your dog crap on my flowers... you are a horrible dog owner," she said trying to hit him with the broom again.

"Damn, lady I'm just giving you free fertilizer, no need to hate," he returned, dogging her broom and laughing.

"You miscreant... get off my property and take your dog with you," my mother screamed.

"Everyone shits lady, not my fault my dog likes to do it on your yard," he laughed.

That's when Becca went outside and headed toward Cobi. We followed. Evil Peter still in control.

"Mom, do you need my help," new Peter asked.

Cobi looked at me, giving me an "I'll kill you" look, but new Peter wasn't afraid.

"No, thank you, sweetie. He was just leaving," Mom said.

"Oh, so this is your house, dork... how's the head?" Cobi asked.

"What? Do you know each other?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, we go to school together... Cobi's on the basketball team," new Peter said.

"Damn, man... you never told me your mom was so hot and juicy," Cobi said, eyeballing my mother.

"I beg your pardon, young man?" Mom turned on him again.

"Oh don't act so surprised, not with tits and an ass like that," Cobi said.

"Young man you have terrible manners... I have a mind to call your mother," my mother yelled.

"Oh don't act so proper, lady... I've seen you... seen how you look at me and the boys playing basketball in the park with our shirts off. You take twenty minutes to walk a block, gawking at all of us."

Mom's face went bright red... what Cobi had said must be true.

"Don't blame you... single lady like you, not getting your needs met... maybe if you ask nice I'll do you a solid and tap that ass," Cobi said.

"How dare you... get, get, get," Mom screamed swinging her broom.

Cobi just laughed and he and his dog walked away. "See you at school, looser. And say hello to your sister for me," he turned and said as he walked away.

"What a horrible boy," Mom said turning back to me and Becca.

Evil Peter was still in control and I couldn't stop him from asking my mother if what Cobi had said was true.

"So... you and Cobi eh, Mom. Like checking him out... all hot and sweaty," we said.

"Now, Peter... you can't believe what that boys says," Mom covered but I could tell by the shade of red on her face she was busted.

"Now help me in with the groceries. Nice to see you Becca," Mom said changing the subject.

Evil Peter helped my mother in with the groceries and Becca helped as well until the minivan was empty.

"So, Becca did you come by to check on Peter?" Mom asked as she started putting things away.

"Yes, ma'am, I brought some soup," Becca replied.

"Oh how nice of you. Isn't that nice, Peter?" Mom asked.

"Yes, it was... I've already thanked her. We're going to go up to my room," Evil Peter said, grabbing Becca by the hand and pulling her along.

"Oh... well okay, dear," my mother called after us.

"Are you sure it's okay to be in your room alone?" Becca asked as we were climbing the steps to my attic room.

"Sure. Mom was fine with it," Evil Peter said.

He let Becca in my room first and then closed the door when we walked in. Becca was standing in the middle of the room looking around.

"So this is it... my room... where the magic happens," he said.

Becca turned around to face us with a perplexed look on her face, "Magic?" she asked.

"Yeah, want to see?" he asked, walking toward her.

She hesitated as we came to stop right in front of her. She was much shorter than us and evil Peter looked down at her giving me an eye full of her large breasts.

"Magic?" she asked.

"Magic, he responded and wrapped his arms around her, moving in for another kiss. She didn't stop us, just tilted her head up and met our lips as we moved down to hers. The kiss was long, nice and maybe even magic. I couldn't believe she was kissing us and how much she seemed to like it. I was always afraid to try anything with her or instigate a thing and now the second day with evil Peter and he was already kissing her with tongue.

We continued kissing her and evil Peter was moving his hands on her back. I could feel her bra strap through her shirt and as we kissed I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Soon it was going to be very noticeable especially up against her body. Evil Peter didn't seem to mind... he probably wanted her to feel it. He pressed the kiss, hotter and wetter and she went with it. Her large breasts smashed against us, feeling really good. He walked her backwards to my bed and she bumped into it before falling over onto it.

We were fully erect in our pants, practically poking out the top. Evil Peter climbed up on the bed with her and laid down on top of her, mashing our cock between her legs. This broke the kiss.

"Good heavens, what is that?" she asked looking down.

"It's me..." Evil Peter said.

"You? You mean your... oh... oh!" Becca gushed... "It's so big?"

"Yes, it is..." Peter said, kissing her again and pressing our cock harder on her pubic bone.

"Peter... this, might... be... too... fast," she tried to say between kisses.

He forced another kiss and pressed our hard cock harder against her.

"Peter! Stop!" Becca called out, pushing us away.

"What's wrong? Don't you want this?" he asked, falling to the side of her on our bed.

"Peter! What's come over you... this is the first time we've even been alone in a room together and you've kissed me at all. Now you're pressing that thing so hard and kissing me like we've been a couple for years."

"That thing? You mean my penis?"

"Yes, what's going on?"

"I... just wanted to kiss you... I've wanted to for a long time. I'm sorry I went too far," Evil Peter said, but I knew he wasn't sorry, maybe sorry she stopped him.

"I want to kiss you... I do Peter but this is so sudden so fast and you're so big... why are you so big?" she asked.

"That's what happens when guys get aroused, Becca," he said.

"I know that, Peter... I'm not stupid... but why are you that big?" she asked, looking down at the massive bulge in our pants.

"I think it's from my Dad... I don't know... do you want to see it?" he asked.

"What? No! Good heavens," she blurted.

"Sorry, you just seem curious."

"I can't believe we are talking about this... my mother would kill me," she said.

"You're mother isn't here and you brought up my penis."

"Yeah... I did... well it just surprised me. It seemed like you had something big and hard in your pocket like a flashlight or something," she said awkwardly.

"Nope, that's just me... all me."

"Umm... from your dad you say?"

"Yeah, that's the best I can guess. It's not going to bite, Becca."

"I know... it's just... well it's rather large, Peter."

"I know and if you keep this up I will show you, because I think you want to see it since you can't stop talking about it."

I hated evil Peter but I kind of had to admire him as well. He had a way of getting what he wanted, something I lacked.

Becca hesitated and I wondered what she'd say. "I've never seen one... well, in real life. But I know that's a big one."

"Yeah, it's above average," he said, undoing the button on our pants.

"Peter? What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to show you... I think it's about time you got to see a real one. You are eighteen after all."

"Umm... well... okay... but just a quick peak... you're mother's just downstairs," Becca said.

I was kind of speechless... letting evil Peter have his way without a fight... I was kind of curious to see how far he went and how far Becca would go. I mean, this wasn't like it was my sister again.

He undid our zipper and shimmied out of our pants. Becca's eyes were glued to our crotch, she really wanted to see it. I felt my cock throbbing in just our underpants, it was excited, begging to be seen.

"Okay, here you go," evil Peter said, pulling down our underwear.

Becca gasp as our huge cock came into view, hovering over our body with a bead of pre-cum just then appearing out of the slit. The head was plump and darker toned than the shaft, almost purple. Large veins stood out in high relief along the extensive shaft and it pulsed and moved on its own with the blood coursing into it. Becca's face was awed, her eyes were wide and her mouth had dropped open.

"Peter... it's huge! Almost as big as my arm."

He didn't say anything, just let her stare at it. That's when she noticed the pre-cum.

"Why is it leaking?" she asked.

"It does that when it gets excited."

"Oh... like girls do. I didn't know guys did that too."

"Yep."

She actually sat up to get a better look. So much for a quick peek. I was kind of stunned this was happening and hadn't said a word to evil Peter.

"Wow, it's pulsing and look at all the veins," she said.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked.

This brought her attention away from our cock and to our face again.

"What? Oh, no... I couldn't... Mom would..."

"Your mother isn't here Becca and you're not a little girl," Peter said, using her dislike for her mother to his advantage.

"I know that, Peter... it's just... I really shouldn't."

"Aren't you curious?" he asked.

She turned her head and looked back down at our cock. The pre-cum had moved down slowly, forming a drop about ready to dangle from our head. I watched in disbelief as she moved her hand toward our cock, hovering just above the shaft and finally using one finger to touch the middle. Just that simple touch made our cock lurch on its own and she pulled her finger back.

"It moved? Did you do that?" she asked.

"No, it kind of just did it on its own, spontaneously," he replied.

"Weird," she said, reaching out again.

She touched the head this time, making it move again and running her finger over the V shaped glands to the oozing slit and even touching the pre-cum. She then rubbed her fingers together with the juice.

"Slippery," she said.

He nodded.

She proceeded to run her finger through the pre-cum, over the V and down the shaft, right along the ridge the urethra passes through to the bladder. The sensation was incredibly stimulating and a moan escaped our lips. Unfortunately this made her stop.

"Oh... that felt good didn't it? I really shouldn't be doing this," she said pulling her hand away.

"What did you expect?" he asked.

"Well, I wasn't thinking about you, per say... just wanted to know how it felt and didn't think it would turn you on. Which, now that I think about it was stupid."

"It wasn't stupid... we're just exploring," he said.

She looked down again at our cock, more pre-cum had oozed out and was dripping down to our stomach.

"You're leaking a lot... kind of funny," she said.

He chucked with her. She reached out again and touched our right testicle, then the left.

"So these are the things that hurt when you boys get hit in the crotch," she said, moving the loose skin around our balls.

"Yeah, got to be gentle with them," he said.

"Boys are weird."

She stopped touching our balls and went back to the shaft but instead of just running her finger over it she used it to lift our cock up and noticed the resistance.

"Oh, it doesn't want to be moved this way," she said letting it go.

It flipped back just falling short of slapping our tummy. The pleasure was incredible but he suppressed his moan, thinking she'd stop if she knew it felt good."

"Yeah, when it's hard like this it's pretty much in that position only."

"That's so you can penetrate a woman," she said. "I learned that in biology."

"Right, I guess so," he said.

"Your semen comes from the same hole as your urine, its called ejaculation," she said touching my slit and rubbing her finger in the slippery pre-cum.

I thought I might scream the pleasure was so intense and somehow evil Peter didn't let on that it felt so very good. She was oblivious to what she was doing to us and it was kind of cute in a way but also torture.

"Yeah, learned that too in biology... somehow sex stimulates ejaculation and millions of little sperms come out of your testicles," she said, running her slippery fingers down our shaft again to our balls.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that felt good," she said, even though he didn't moan.

"I'm fine," was all he said as I felt our heart pounding in our chest and our arousal spike from the finger of Becca.

"I wonder how sex makes that work. I guess it's the friction," she said, running her finger back up to the head. "I mean if my finger feels good just on this one part, sex must feel really good. Good enough to make you ejaculate," she said, thinking out loud.

"Make sense," he said, struggling to stay in control.

"I'm still a virgin, so I don't know much more than that," she said, removing her fingers.

"To tell you the truth, so am I," evil Peter said. "I've never seen a girls privates either."

"Oh... well you wouldn't want to see mine," she said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Cause of my mom," she said, laying back and propping her head up on her elbow.

Our cock continued to pulse and ooze even though she had stopped touching it.

"You're mom? What does she have to do with it?"

"Okay, so this is really personal but I figured since we're sharing I'll tell you. Mom won't let me shave my pubic hair. She how you're is all nice and trimmed. Well, I can't do that so you can imagine what it looks like."

"You're mother sounds awful," he said.

"She is... she won't even let me groom myself... who does that?"

"What would she do if you did? Sounds like you want to," he asked.

"Don't dare find out. She just says it's an abomination. The other girls laugh at me and tease me... that's kind of why the basketball team did what they did to me."

"That's horrible. I think you should do it if you want to. You're eighteen, go against what you're mother thinks. If you hate it so bad, trim it off."

"I'd really like to. But I don't really have anything to do it with. My razor would take days to get through it. Even if I did dare disobey.

"You know what... this is bullshit. I have a trimmer right here in my room. If you want, we can do it right now!" he said.

"Serious?"

"Yes, I'll even help you. I'll help you trim it and get to see a girls privates all at the same time."

She heisted, thinking about it. "Well, I did get to see you... and I'd really like to trim it off so I don't get made fun of."

Evil Peter, rolled off the bed onto our feet, pulled up his pants and went to our dresser. He returned to the bed with the trimmer. We use it for a few things, trimming our sparse facial hair and pubes. Now it seems he was going to use it to trim Becca's. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't excited.

"This should do the trick?" he said to her, climbing on the bed again.

"Okay, wait, let me think about this," she said, taking the trimmer from our hand.

She looked at it, even turned it on and thought about what she was contemplating.

"You know what... screw it! Let's do this," she said.

"Cool with me. But I better lock my door," he said, taking us across the room, locking the door and quickly returning to the bed.
"Okay, don't laugh at me," she said, undoing her button and zipper.

She kind of struggled getting her pants over her large hips and butt but she managed and we were staring down at her underwear and immediately saw dark black pubic hair coming out the sides and top of the material. She wasn't kidding about a forest of hair. Evil Peter did a wonderful job not reacting.

"See how bad it is. It's got to come off, Peter."

"Let's do it then," he said, picking up the trimmer.

"Okay, here goes nothing," she said, pulling down her panties.

There was so much hair we couldn't see much of her womanhood at all, just a black mass of curly hair. Again, he acted like a professional and focused on the chore at hand.

"We're going to need my garbage can," he said, leaving the bed again and retuning with the can.

"Okay, you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, do it," she said.

The trimmer came to life and somehow he wasn't shaking as he started trimming off her thick, black hair from the top down, using our other hand to gather clumps to throw away.

"Do you want any left?" he asked, getting close to the beginning of her sex.

"No, take it all off," she said.

Trimmer continued, going like crazy through her hair and I watched him work, stunned and in disbelief as her labia started to appear. We had never been this close to a vagina, our hands were basically touching her as we picked up the hair that had been cut. Her legs were together, and the trimmer was going over her sex now, trimming away the hair and she let out a little moan from the vibration.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Umm, yes... sorry, it kind of feels good."

"Yeah, just like when you touched me," he said, smiling.

She smiled back and he went back to work.

"To get all of it, you're going to have to open your legs," he said.

"I figured," she said slowly opening her legs to reveal the rest of her sex to us.

Evil Peter hesitated. I myself was frozen. She was gorgeous. Even with hair still around her sex it was incredible to view her naked body.

"Everything okay?" she asked, when he hadn't continued.

"Yes, it's just you're very beautiful."

"Oh, Peter... that's kind of you to say... it is looking much better," she said looking down at herself.

He went back at it, going down around her lips, careful not to cut her flesh. Hair was growing in-between her folds and the only way to get it was he'd have to use his other hand to pull her skin apart.

"I'm going to have to touch you to get it all," he said.

"Okay, go ahead."

His hand, our hand was shaking now with excitement. Our cock was throbbing to beat the band and oozing in our pants like crazy. He moved his free hand to her lips and separated them from the mons, trimming the hair away. The movement made Becca moan again and that's when I saw it. We both saw it. Her little clitoris was peeking out under her folds at the top of her sex. It was hard and shiny. She was turned on from the trimming. He brushed his finger over it on purpose and Becca flinched letting out the loudest moan yet. He trimmed the other side, and pulled the skin away from her clit to have a better view and I was glad he did.

She was stunning. Viewing her engorged clit was probably the highlight of my life to that point, her lips were beginning to be flushed as swell, swelling and opening to reveal her little hole above her vagina. We were spellbound, looking at her freshly trimmed sex and admiring her beauty.

"All done?" she asked, when he hadn't trimmed anything for a while.

"Umm... yeah... I think so."

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Gorgeous... amazing," he said.

"Peter you're making me blush."

"I'm serious it's a stunning sight."

"I'm glad you like it and I'm glad I did it."

"You're going to want to shower, lots of hair I can't get off."

"I'm sure."

"Can I touch you again?" he asked.

"I guess, since I touched you."

He dropped the trimmer on the bed and began to brush her lips with his fingers as our cock throbbed and oozed uncontrollably in our pants. He pulled back the hood of her clit again and rubbed the erect nubbin, making her arch her back and coo.

"That's my clitoris, it's really sensitive," she said.

"It seems to be," he said back.

Spreading her lips open he ran his finger down over her urethra and to the opening of her vagina. She was wet and her juices were slippery as well. He didn't put his finger in her, just around the opening with the lips open.

"You're slippery too?" he commented.

"Yes, I know... it's so a penis will slide in easier. Are you okay, Peter... you're trembling," she said.

We were, it was such a new experience for both of us that even the evil Peter with all his bravado was trembling as he touched a woman for the first time.

"This is just a new experience for me," he said.

"I understand... feel free to continue," she said.

He did, we did. Touching her lips, clit and around her vagina again over and over, she really seemed to like when he touched her clit the most, arched right into our hand practically and was very content to let him do it. She got wetter and wetter the more he touched her, her lips swelled slightly and her little clit looked ready to burst it was so plump, almost purple with blood. Her legs started to tremble the more he focused on her clit and she arched her back prominently. Using her juices, evil Peter spread them around her clit and started rubbing it really fast, she began to wiggle and moan, freaking out over the sensations. He didn't stop and she didn't tell him to, she was too far gone by then, in the moment.

About a minute later, evil Peter made Becca climax on my bed behind my locked door in my attic room with my mother downstairs. Becca, my high school crush was cumming on my bed in my room and I had no responsibility for it. It was a sight to behold for sure. Her legs began to shake, her body convulsed and a lot of juices flowed from her sex as she let out these cute little moans, trying to breathe at the same time.

She was all tense and tight and then suddenly she fell limp on my bed, the only thing moving was her chest, rising and falling rapidly. Evil Peter stopped, removed his hands and together we watched her lay there breathing and shuttering every once in a while.

She finally opened her eyes and looked up at us.

"Peter... oh my... you made me orgasm... I can't believe I let you do that," she said sitting up embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I'm glad we did it."

"Okay, well... oh, wow... look at your pants," she said, noticing the giant wet spot from our oozing cock.

"Yeah, it's been hard and oozing this whole time."

"Oh, well that makes sense. You going to be okay? Is blue balls a real thing... I've heard the other girls talk about it. They think it's funny when their boyfriends get them."

"It's real, kind of hurts."

"What causes it?" she asked.

"It's the pent up sperm wanting to be released, when a guy gets all worked up and doesn't ejaculate it can be quite painful."

"Oh... so... I just did that to you... not on purpose."

"Not on purpose," he said.

"What can I do? I feel bad," she asked.

"The only cure is for me to ejaculate," he said, using her word.

"I see... so sex then?" she asked.

"Not necessarily. There's other ways," he said.

"Oh, yeah, of course... masturbation," she said.

"Right... I could teach you?" he said.

"Umm... well, okay... I guess it's' only fair since you made me climax... I should make you. What do I do?" she asked.

He pulled his pants back down. Our heart was really racing now... I couldn't believe how this had gone down and was still in awe of evil Peter's mind and hadn't said a word or tried to stop him the entire time.

He took her hand, wrapped it around our throbbing cock and let go of it. She held us, not moving and waiting for instructions.

"Okay, now you don't have to hold very tight, just enough to move the loose skin up and down," he said.

She moved her hand, watching the skin move over the rigid shaft to curl up slightly on our head.

"Like that?" she asked.

"Like that... down and up with long strokes."

"That's all I do?" she asked again.

"For now."

"And that will make you ejaculate?"

"Yes... you can go fast and slow, kind of change things up a little."

She experimented, learning as she went and stroked our cock as we stood next to the bed and she sat on it. Good hell, it felt amazing. Her breasts jiggled as she stroked and her bottom half was still naked as we looked down at her. She varied her strokes, short ones, long ones, fast and slow, stroking and stroking until we neared our orgasm. That's when I realized what would happen if we exploded in the position we were in. All this excitement would cause our semen to explode with a lot of force, hitting her right in the face from this angle. That would be devastating.

"Dude... you can't cum in her face! She'll freak out... all of this will be for not if you do!" I screamed in my head.

I was afraid he wouldn't listen to me, but even evil Peter realized if he did, he'd possibly ruin his chance of losing our virginity to her later on.

"Fine, just shut the fuck up!" he yelled back at me since I hadn't stopped trying.

"Becca? I'm getting close," he said.

"Oh... good... go ahead," she said.

"I don't think you understand... it's going to be really messy," he said, trying to explain.

"Like how messy," she asked.

"A lot of semen will shoot out, over and over... trust me."

"So what do we do?" she asked, slowing down on our cock.

He looked around my room for something, a sock, towel but nothing was available. He looked toward my desk, it was relatively clean, giving a large open surface to use. It was the best and quickest option.

"The desk, walk me over there," he said to her.

She looked over real quick and then stood up, still stroking us, not knowing she could stop and easily start again. She stroked us all the way as we walked to the desk. She sat down in my chair as I leaned over the top and she stroked harder and faster now, sitting on the side of us.

"Close?" she asked... "You're really hard."

"Yes... it's... about to... come," he said.

Our ass clenched our legs tightened and our cock exploded all over the desk in an eruption that went several direction.

"Holy cow!" she blurted as our cock burst and continued to shoot large ropes of cum onto the desk.

"You weren't kidding!" she said, still stroking our ejaculating cock as we moaned and bucked against the desk.

Seven, eight, nine long ropes landed on the desk before it eased up and oozed out to drop on the edge of the desk. She finally stopped when it did and let go, looking at the huge mess on the fake wood.

"Is that normal? She asked.

"Probably not... just like my penis isn't normal," I said.

It was me again. It seemed every time we climaxed, I gained control from evil Peter. I stood there leaning against the desk as my cock pulsed and twanged from the aftereffects of my orgasm.

"I'm glad you said something, Peter... that would have covered me since I was sitting right in front of you on the bed. I don't know how I would have gone home and out of your house covered in that much semen," she giggled.

"Exactly."

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Much... thanks for doing that for me," I said.

"Your welcome... we're even now and after all this you better say you're my boyfriend too."

"I'm your boyfriend," I said.

"About time," she said, standing up and kissing me. "I've got to get home... Mom wasn't expecting me to stay this long for sure."

She pulled up her underwear and pants, gave me another kiss and noticed my cock was shrinking.

"Oh... look at that... it's going down now."

"Yep, after ejaculation it does that."

"Weird things... but kind of fun to play with. You'll have to teach me more on our date tomorrow."

"Our date?" I asked.

"Yeah, you're taking me to the aquarium for our first date as boyfriend and girlfriend, silly," she said crossing my room.

"Yes I am. I'll call you then, later."

"I look forward to it," she said unlocking my door and leaving my room.

I sat down heavily in my chair, staring at the massive load of semen on my desk. Evil Peter had just gotten me a girlfriend.

"You're welcome, you little pussy. If it wasn't for me you'd have never scored with her. This date coming up will be the perfect time to fuck her. I can't wait to feel how tight that virgin pussy will be around our big cock. Going to be epic!" he said in our head.

"We can't hurt her though," I said.

"We might have to... I don't see any way around that... she's tight... we're huge. You do the math," he said.

"Shit..."
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