"Sure, tiger." You say, running your finger down the bare part of his chest and giving his dick a little brush. "But first, we need to figure out how we're going to do this. I say a little bit of ass before you move on to the best, to see if you're good enough. And I don't think it's a good idea to do it in public, you got a car, or some way you can take me home?" You ask, getting hornier by the second.
"Of course I've got a ride. A motorbike, actually." He responds in a more basso way.
"Ooh, the old giant vibrator, that should be good. So, let's go." You walk with him to his bike, your arm round his waist and his hand on your ass. You step on the bike and speed off to his home.
As soon as you step through the door, you begin to get undressed as you rush upstairs to his room. He's fully erect now, and you're getting pretty close to being wet enough. "Let me lube you up, I have something of a friend's own creation." You silently thank Briar and get out the tube of purple cream with a label saying "Get big." You jump on to his bed and put the lube on your hand. You rub his dick over and over again. Despite the hunk he was, he had quite a small dick. However, that's usually the case. You rub it until his four inch turns in to an eight inch, then a twelve inch, then straining to get thirteen inches. You look at it with pure lust, and he looks at it with great shock and pride. You gasp the word "Ready?" He instantly exhales "Ready." You turn around on all fours, preparing yourself for the best. Suddenly, hot stickiness fills your rear and you gasp. It then proceeds to keep thrusting in and out over and over, making you moan more and more ans untold pleasure courses through your body. You also hear his low moans of pleasure and you begin to rock with him, a rhythm that the bed also shares as you rock back and forth. Eventually, you both simultaneously cum. You gasp for air for a little while then beg "Again, please, for the love of god again." He obliges, and you go through the process about ten times, rocking back and forth in to the night. Eventually, both exhausted, you spoon together on the bed, his cock still in your behind.
You awake the next day with an emptiness between your legs. You roll over to find Jake's gone. You sit up, and look around. His room is a little bit of a mess, especially the bed from last night. The door eventually opens and he walks through. He looks at you and smiles. "You were great, thanks for the gift, it's still over three times as big."
"It's, like, permanent, so enjoy it." You reply.
"I'm going to need new pants and boxers." You giggle at that.
"Like, probably." You confirm. "Say, how about you give me a little breakfast?" You say, standing up.
"Sure, there's some cereal downstairs if-" You cut him off.
"That's not what I meant..." You seductively undo his fly and begin to pull his underwear down to reveal his massive phallus.
"Oh. Why, of course, dear Stephanie. We are dating now, right? this isn't just a 12 hour stand, is it?"
"Nope..." You say as you run your tongue over the bell shaped tip, him letting out a low, basso moan as the taste of leftover semen brushes your buds. You then put your lips over it and begin to suck, it getting larger and larger in your mouth until you're almost choking on it. Eventually, he cums and your mouth fills up with sweet salty goodness. You swallow it and bring your mouth off of it. "So." You breathe heavily. "Actual breakfast?" You ask.
"Sure. as I said, there's cereal downstairs. Say, shouldn't your parents be wondering where you are right now?" He asks, a little worried about you. 'How sweet.' You think to yourself.
"Like, not really." You reply. "My mom's to busy whoring herself off, she taught me all I know, to care. And I don't even know my dad."
"Wow, that must be tough..." Jake muses.
"Yeah, like, well, life goes on and stuff. And on the bright side, it means I get to spend more time with you." You grin. "And another bright side, it means I'm great with sex."
"Heh, yeah." You follow him downstairs.
"Hey, where are your parents?" You ask.
"I moved away just this week, the house is all mine." He responds.
"Like, really? Oh my god, that is so cool! Hmm, I have an idea."
"And what would that be?" He inquires.
"Well, if this is your house, and, like, my mom doesn't care, how about I move in?"
"That would be great!"
"OK, I'll just pack my bags at home, and you can, like, bring me back, right?" You ask.
"Sure thing, babe. Let's go pack your bags. Then maybe tonight we can pack something else. On that note, have you got anything else in your little magic bag to make this interesting?" He asks.
"Well..." you begin.