Jennifer vanished again and reappeared out in the moonlight, on a sidewalk between the residential buildings. She was walking behind a large-framed man with sweaty skin, a shaved head, and a prominent shoulder tattoo of an angry dog. He was wearing baggy shorts, a tight blue T-shirt, and a large spiked dog collar. Of the five attackers, this was the only one other than Radford that Reese had described.
"Hey, Spike," she said, causing him to flinch and then turn around. "Has anyone ever told you how big and STRONG you look under the sodium lights, on a night like tonight?"
The large man seemed a bit unsettled at first. He hadn't realized anyone was behind him, and the Jennifer's glowing purple eyes were very noticeable in the dark. The whole situation was eerie. But Spike Vasquez, shining star of the weightlifting team, had never met a man or woman whom he needed to be afraid of, and the way this woman stretched and licked her lips in front of him instantly put his mind at ease. He smiled and dug a nickel out of his pocket. He tossed it on the ground and shot Jennifer a sly wink. Jennifer bent down as if to pick it up for him, emphasizing her breasts as much as possible on the way down. Before she could even stand back up, she was interrupted by a seven-inch erection sticking right at her face.
'Ha, it didn't take long for this one to get HIS dick out!' she thought with a mental laugh. Outwardly, she just knelt in front of the man and smiled.
"Looks like someone wants a bite a Spike's bone!" he teased.
"Sounds to me like Spike's the one who's beggin' for a treat," she teased back, winking and giving his cock a long lick.
"Oooh, that's it baby, I bet you can take the whole thing with lips like those, right?" he asked, rolling his eyes back into his skull. Soon she was sucking him off as well as any woman could, his hands gently wrapping around her head as she did so. Spike didn't know how long he was going to last inside the woman's mouth. It had been a while since anyone had voluntarily given him a blowjob, and the voluntary ones were the best.
"I bet you wish you could do this job for yourself sometimes," she asked between sucks.
"Hee hee, what guy doesn't?" he answered through the pleasure, chuckling with his eyes closed. Then, all at once, his dick was cold because she was spitting it out. He looked down at her and watched her eyes glow brighter. Then his whole body was cold because his clothes fell off somehow. Soon his dick was burning and glowing as well. His human erection instantly deflated, causing him to yelp in shock. Then a sharp pain pierced into it, causing him to wince and groan and bend and clutch his waist. His penis lengthened back to its erect size, stiffening from base to tip as a bony hardness pushed into it from inside him. When that was done, the thing was bobbing sideways, pointing nearly straight upward, and a hairy patch of skin began to grow up from his groin. His unsoftenable dick was rapidly encased in a bulging pocket of black-furred skin that seemed inseparable from lower abdomen. Spike was left confused and panting, unable to make sense of what had just happened.
That's the woman started stroking his black sheath, and the familiar tingles of arousal returned. Spikes dick was warm and cozy down inside there, until the coolness of the night air against the tip drew his attention to a small, pointed lump of pink flesh poking out from the rounded tip of his black bulge. As she continued stroking and even reached down to fondle his low-hanging balls, more and more of this bright purple organ continued to inch out. As he looked down at the curious scene beneath him, he realized what she'd done: she'd made his erection longer and harder than it had ever been! He looked her in the eyes with a mix of nervousness, curiosity, gratitude, and desire, before she spoke again: "I bet you can do it now! Why don't you try it?" she said.
He wanted to say that she couldn't be serious. But if she could do this, maybe he could do THAT. He sat down on the ground, leaned forward, tilted sideways a bit for a better angle, raised a leg to get closer, and ... almost made it.
"I still can't reach it," he said to her, hinting that she needed to put her mouth to use again.
"Try it now," she answered, eyes brightening in her sockets again. Spike's tongue flopped forward, wider and flatter and LONGER than he'd even known it. This time he knew for certain that something was actually wrong: this woman seemed to have complete control over every part of his body, and none of this ought to be possible. A bigger and better penis, even if it did look weird, might be a good thing, but he couldn't go around with a tongue like this. It felt wrong and must have looked ridiculous! And yet, it was hanging so low, and so close, that maybe just this once, he could...
His tongue made contact, and Spike no longer needed Jennifer to suck him off. Soon he was licking and slobbering all over his exposed length, even down to his balls and almost down to his ass. This giant, flexible tongue was doing things to him that no human tongue could have! And unlike a lover's tongue, or a victim's, this was his own tongue, giving him unprecedented control over the experience. He could make it ravish him in ways he couldn't have forced Reese or any other woman to. He was hooked!
"How does Spike like finally getting a taste of his own bone?" said Jennifer with a cackle.