Derrick decided to check out the woman with the moving hair. She was really pretty, maybe in her twenties, but he was more interested in finding out what was making her towel wiggle. She was heading outside, and he followed at a distance, hoping she would drop the covering so he could get a look.
They left the main resort building, moving along a winding path down a gentle hillside. He could see bright colors ahead, and soon found himself in a garden of high hedges, bright flowers, and white marble sculptures. No, not a garden – a maze! He could see openings in the hedges that led to new paths. Which way had the woman gone? Not straight, or he would still be able to see her.
The sculptures did not offer any hints, though Derrick grinned when he realize they were all life-size nudes. Well, a few were of animals, so they didn’t count. The statues of humans seemed to all be of young, athletic, and quite well-endowed males – all of whom sported full erections. Classic porn? He had to laugh at a marble boy no more than 12 who had a good 6-inch hard-on.
Movement just past one of the statues caught his eye, and he found another maze opening. Heading in, he followed a slight sound of movement just ahead, having to work around a sculpture that partially blocked the way. The woman, if it was her, was staying just ahead of him, making turns through the maze until Derrick was completely lost. He could probably climb up the hedge and find his way out that way. Or maybe get on one of the larger statues. He passed a large centaur that had its human body arched back, and a stone horse cock in full glory underneath. Actually, all of the statues showed their subjects at what looked like the moment of climax, even the animals. Funny how they never showed that kind of sculptures in museums. Derrick would have a lot more interest in art.
Derrick realized all the graphic sexual poses were getting him aroused. He rubbed himself absently, then stopped and stared down. What the…? His shorts were tented out ridiculously far. Bewildered, he undid the catch and zipper, then gaped as his manhood fell out. Derrick was average, as far as he could tell from the boy’s shower at school. Or had been – the swelling cock hanging between his legs was an easy 9 inches, and had a foreskin that hadn’t been there before. A tentative rub sent pleasure rocketing through his body, and he forgot about his pursuit to try out this improved equipment.
Gasping, Derrick masturbated himself with the foreskin, intense and unfamiliar sensations commanding his thoughts. There was movement ahead, and he dimly realized the woman had stepped out of the hedge ahead of him. She smiled, watching, then reached up to caress his sweating face with one hand. Up close, he could see that many somethings were squirming inside the towel. Yet all of that was secondary to the need to masturbate. His eyes widened as her hands slid over his chest, and he felt a curious pulse than sent heat rippling outward. The hand and arm working his cock got larger and more muscular, as did the rest of his body. He felt his face shift under her fingers, his hair get oddly thicker and longer, as if she had somehow curled it.
But that was all just background to the now foot-long penis that throbbed with blood. He could feel the pressure in his testicles, which had swollen to the size of ping-pong balls, and grunted in near-mindless lust. The woman stepped back with a smile. “Perfect. Now drop your arms and I will give you the most amazing sexual experience of your life.”
Derrick was shaking with desire, with the need to cum, but his hand fell away from the engorged cock. Sweat was running down his face, his back, his arms. It was hard to think of anything else, but a warning was trying to break through, something about danger.
The woman kept smiling as she started to unwrap her towel. Derrick heard a new sound – hissing, like a tire leaking down… no, the sounds of snakes.