Hannah's mind cried out as she finally gave in to the urges of her penis.
<Oh, what a relief!> she thought, with such sexual force that she could almost think that the penis itself had said it.
She dashed to the toilet, then reconsidered and jerked aside the shower curtains. The bathtub looked open and inviting for a load of sperm.
Hannah's hands fumbled at the clasp of her jeans, and jerked them down just barely enough to free up her panties. These were separated from her stomach by about two inches as Hannah's penis, now huge and erect, pushed out at them.
*Definitely bigger*, Hannah thought, and flipped the underwear fabric off of her cock. Then, wrapping her right hand around it, she stroked.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed. It felt so good. Over, and over, and over and over andoverandover, such excellence, suchpassion! It was--itwas--AMMAZZIINNGGG!!!
Hannah's load blew all over the bathtub, covering it's bottom. Yet now something different presented itself--Hannah's hand, which had continued to stroke in unconscious pursuit of further pleasure, had found it. The cock, that wonderful cock, was slightly less responsive so soon after orgasming, but Hannah wanted to do it again. Now. Right Now. And because she could tell her cock would cooperate with her, she pulled at it, stretching her penis almost like a balloon in her hands. She waited for it to inflate.