I felt myself begin to rub up and down the length of the enormous shaft.
My whole body was an erogenous zone. Every pump sent shocks through me, overwhelming what little of me that was still conscious.
[i]"See. Love the cock. Give in. Let it command you.[/i]
After just a few moments, a quiver ran up the length, balls to tip. My overaroused, amorphous body instinctively prepared for the climactic burst of semen.
Instead, it felt as though the fist-wide urethra had been replaced by a straw, sucking me into it more and more.
At first, I put up no resistance. After the absolutely mind-destroying pleasure I was just subjected to, my brain was totally content to just go with the flow. Or suck, in this case.
Slowly, part of my rational brain woke up, and I realized what had happened. I squirmed in panic, desperate to grab something, anything, to pull myself out of my captor's cockhole. But there was nothing. The pressure was too high, the sex had drained me of energy, and my brain was in a tired fog.
After a very brief battle for survival, I blacked out...
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I jolted upright.
I was at home. In bed.
My alarm clock was beeping.
6:45.
Birds were chirping outside my window.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was all just a dream.
A very vivid, very sexual dream.
...I hope.
I looked down at myself.
Well... I looked normal.
Suspicious, I tried to stretch out and grab my bra from my dresser across the room.
Nothing.
Thank god.
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I took a shower, grabbed some clothes, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Jenni," Martha, our housemaid, poked her head out from the dining room. "Did you sleep well?"
"Morning. Yeah, just... had a weird dream."
"Ah, well. It's over now. Your breakfast is on the table. Your bookbag is by the door." With that, the maid went back to vacuuming.
"Thanks, Martha." I said, sitting down to my plate of pancakes.
Halfway through the flapjacks, the home phone rang. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. That couldn't be... Kyle, could it?
"Jenni, could you get that?" Martha called from the other room.
"I... Need to go to the bathroom, though!" I lied, and sprinted back up the stairs.
I slammed the door, trying to keep calm.