When he called Heather, all Lyle wanted to do was show off his new killer physique, have a good laugh, and maybe do some poses for fun. But now with her here sitting on his bed and with his increased testosterone and sex drive, other thoughts were coming to mind. His heart is pounding in his chest and he can practically smell her sitting there. His manhood tingles and starts to tent under his sweatpants and briefs. Not the sexiest underwear to impress a woman, but it's what the old Lyle wore all the time. Old Lyle wasn't planning on getting laid any time soon.
"Heather, I've changed quite a bit recently and I just wanted you to see me." At the sound of his voice, Lyle can start to smell her arousal at his lower, smoother, but gruffer new voice with the hint of a Spanish accent. She crosses her legs to try to hide her discomfort. "Really? I saw you yesterday so how much could you really have changed over night? Your voice does sound... different though. Do you have a cold?"
"No. Not a cold. But I am feeling very hot. Open you eyes and let me know what you think." She opens her eyes and her mouth opens wide in shock. "Lyle... what is this? How did you... How did you get so massive?" She holds her hand in front of her to see if this is even real. "Let's not worry about that, Heather. What did you think? Am I feeling hotter?" She squirms on the bed a little and tightens her legs but the smell of her sex intensifies and she keeps her hand up. Lyle moves in closer so his hungry body is within reach. "Go ahead and check." Looking into his eyes to see if this is all real, she takes a deep breath and touches his sides. She runs her hands over his rock hard abs, discovering the lines of each cut and vein through his shirt. "Lyle this is incredible. You're body feels so strong and hard. I would like to see more." She cups her hands over her mouth to keep herself from further embarrassing remarks. He smiles, knowing his transformation is causing the modest Heather to become so forward and flustered. "No worries Heather. If you want to check me out just say so." She nods. "I didn't hear you." He holds her chin in his hand, caressing her cheek to coax the words out. He holds her there, inches from his skin tight tee shirt and his pounding heart. Her eyelids flutter but she says "I want to see more of you, Lyle."
He backs up giving her space to sit back down on the bed. "You want to see more, huh?" She nods. Heather's eyes take the time to inspect his body once over and gravitate towards a very pronounced bulge in his sweats. "Looks like your muscles aren't the only thing that has grown, Lyle." He smiles and his eyes sparkle with desire. "All in due time, mi amore. But for now let me show you how much I have changed. Let me dance for you" He grips the collar of the shirt and rips it in half with his bare hands. He tosses his ripped shirt across the room and just stands there, letting Heather bask in his sweaty muscled body. Lyle starts to slowly sway his hips until he dry humps the air. He pelvic thrusts a few times, letting his throbbing dick bounce around in his sweats. He slides down onto the floor on his knees right up to the bed. He leans up to Heather and gives a trail of burning kisses starting at her knee and all the way down to her hips. Lyle had never seen men dance or strip outside of Magic Mike commercials, but his new body seemed to be going in the right direction. His head being so close to the source of her wetness is almost too much so he pulls up and opens her legs wide. Putting one leg on the bed, he thrusts his crotch into her face a few times before bending down and grinding into her lap. He flips around and grinds her lap backwards, holding himself up and twerking his new juicy ass the whole time. While he twerks on her, his erection continues to grow and strain against his sweats. What was just a large bulge before has grown to be obvious and it's out and shaking with each grind. He touches it and instantly waves of pleasure roll through Lyle's body as it starts to drip, forcing him to grunt. "Are you okay Lyle? This is amazing and I've never felt anything like this before but if it's hurting you we can stop." He turns back around pushing her back onto the mattress and leans down on top of her. "Oh don't worry, mi amore." He strokes her cheek with a tender touch. "You hurt me so good." And he kisses her.
They both had never been kissed before today but Lyle's new drive more than made up for the lack of experience. Deeper and deeper his tongue went forcing hers to fight back in a sweet battle of passion. Moans try to escape their lips but cannot escape their embrace. Her hands lock behind his head, grabbing his new jaw-length, wavy, black hair. His dick is fully erect now and his balls are almost to the point of explosion. Lyle pulls away from the intense kiss and starts to pull down his sweats.
Heather, still dizzy from the kiss, sits up on her elbows to watch. By the time she focuses, Lyle already has his pants across the room next to his shirt, leaving him only in a straining pair of soaked briefs. His balls have overflown and are dangling freely but his dick still remains inside even though the waistband is about to rip. "I've never seen one before." Lyle rips off the stretched piece of fabric with one hand and throws it in the trash. Now in his full naked splendor, they both can properly appreciate how huge his package really is for the first time. His penis stands erect at a whopping foot long and is about as wide as her delicate arm. Each ball is about the size of a medium-size orange and is vibrating under pressure. The precum dripping off its head gives off a scent that Heather can't quite place but she knows she needs it. "You like what you see, mi amore?" She nods. "Come on, Lyle baby. Stop playing with me." He growls and lunges at her knocking her back down into the bed. He starts kissing her neck while ripping her shorts off her body and tosses them in the trash. Smiling he goes down to her gushing pussy and bites the band of her underwear and rips it off with her teeth. She tries to pull off her shirt too but Lyle rips it off with one hand, leaving her totally naked except for her bra. Heather giggles with delight as he tosses them into the trash.
Lyle moves back up to her puffy lips and kisses her again, this time with his manhood toying with the outer rim of her vagina. Heather starts to grind the air searching for his head. When she finds it, Lyle slams his colossal dick down into her, fully sheathed. She cries out in momentary pain but Lyle is already covering her in tingly kisses making the pain subside. After about a minute, he starts to grind his hips again, moving both of them. Once he gets a rhythm going, he pulls out of her and goes back down. Heather cries out again, but this time in immense pleasure and she starts to grind into Lyle as well. Lyle's free hand moves from her shoulder, down her left boob, tickles her waist, and grabs her bare ass, picking her up in his arm. Lyle straightens up kneeling on the bed while fucking Heather over and over as she grinds on his lap.
Wanting it rougher, Lyle goes over to a bare spot on top of his dresser and impales Heather against it. She laughs at the impact of the hard wall and keeps going locking her legs behind Lyle's back. He lets go of her back and braces both hands against the wall to steady himself as they both reach climax. She screams out first calling out Lyle's name in a super sexy cry. Lyle, in turn, orgasms and unleashes the full force of his oranges into her. The warm and sticky tsunami fills her insides so fast and so strong that it brings her to climax again twice. The pressure is so strong that her body absorbs most of it, forming a small bump on her tummy. Still breathing heavily, he pulls out and kisses the new bump. "Wow Lyle. I can't believe we just had sex. That was... too incredible for words. What happens now?"
"Now, I think I need to get a job."
"A job? But why?"
"There's no way you're not pregnant after that. I'm going to need something for child support."
"Pregnant? But how do you know?"
"Do you not see that bump? It'll go down as my juice seeps out but I fucked way too hard for none of my little guys to not latch on."
"Even if that is true, what do you mean 'child support'? Why wouldn't you stay after that? I gave you my virginity!"
"And I gave you mine. But I never said we would be together after we fucked. I invited you over to hang out. Once I saw you, I needed me in someone, so why not my best friend. Thought we could be each other's firsts and it would be fun. And don't act like you didn't want to either. I danced for you and if I didn't start fucking you, you would have gotten started without me."
"You're right. Well I still don't think I'm pregnant but we're okay. Can I borrow some clothes though? You kind of ripped mine to shreds."
"Sure." He picks her up off the dresser and place her onto the bed. Lyle rummages through the dresser and pull out an old band t shirt and a pair of jeans. He tosses them to her and leans against the dresser arms crossed and dick hanging. "Here Heather. Go ahead and take a shower if you want, too." She grabs them and walks past Lyle. "Thanks for everything, Lyle" and slaps him on the ass.
When Lyle hears the water run, he closes the door and falls back onto his bed. "Didn't think sex would be that amazing! And jeez with Heather too. But I gotta get that job if she does end being pregnant." He pauses and smiles. "But she did look super fucking sexy with that little bump though. Imagine when she gets huge, that'll be so hot. Her ass will fill out and her boobs are gonna grow and bounce around filled with milk." While daydreaming his dick already starts to spring back into action. "Ready to go again, big guy?" He says sitting up on the edge of the bed with his dick pointon at the door.
"What should we do now?"