I watched as my clit pulsed and started swelling up. It really did look like a very tiny penis that was becoming erect, but instead of growing a couple inches and topping out, it just kept growing. And pulsating, and growing. Until it was the full nine inches and hard as a rock. Velvet covered steel.
There was no going back now. I had to cum before I could get my dick to resume its former shape as a large clit instead of a massive cock.
I let go of my skirt and it tented lewdly out in front of me. My thighs were wet and sticky from my pussy juice, and I took a moment to raise my cock – oh that feels good – and slide a finger into my soaked tunnel.
I sighed and removed my finger, licking it clean. I turned resolutely towards Josh’s bedroom and started again across the carpet, my jutting member leading the way.
Because I had a limited amount of time, I had pretty much decided on a more forceful approach, betting on the sure fact that Claire must still be incredibly horny and a cock – any cock! – would do. But it’s always a huge shock when a woman sees what I’m packing, and I didn’t want to scare her into running away, so I tucked myself into the waistband of my skirt and made sure my blouse covered the tip that was peeking out of the top.
I knocked on the door the Josh’s bedroom and spoke to Claire as she turned her head. “Hey, sorry to bother you. Do you have a second?”
“Sure Mrs. T. What can I do for you?” She said in her quiet voice.
“I was curious. Did you cum earlier when my son was fucking your face and you were rubbing your little clit?”
Her already pale face went sheet white.
“Um… no, what are you… we were studying earlier… he wasn’t… I wasn’t… uh…” she stammered trying to deny what I had witnessed.
“My son was right when he said he left the door open earlier. I happened to see how he was shoving his glorious cock down your throat-hole and you were frigging yourself off. Which raises another question… Why do you hide that delicious body under such unflattering clothing?” I asked, coming the rest of the way into the room and looking down at her baggy jeans and hoodie.
She looked mortified, and sort of hugged her chest and her legs while looking down. “Boys…” she started.
I let her have a few seconds before prompting her, “Yes? Boys what?”
“Boys always come onto me when they see what I look like.” She spoke quietly and haltingly. I felt a little bad about what I was doing to her, but the pulsing of my cock against my belly was an urgent reminder of why I was doing it.
“And you don’t like all the attention and turning them down?” I asked.
“I can’t… I can’t turn them down.” She finally looked up at me, and I could see her eyes were dilated and her breathing was quick. “I can’t control myself. When a boy wants me, I can’t say no. Sometimes I hate myself for it. So after a couple guys were jerks… they used me, and never talked to me again… I started wearing clothes like this.” She indicated her current attire.
I felt even worse. But my cock was pulsating at the thought of the girl being unable to turn it down if she only knew I had it. Then a thought occurred to me.