I never expected my body to betray me like that, or maybe it was a gift Id been waiting for without knowing. It started on a quiet Tuesday night after a long shift at the bar, my skin tingling like it was charged with static. I stripped down in the bathroom, thinking it was just the heat from the shower Id just taken, but when I glanced down, there it wassomething new pushing out from where my clit used to be, thick and insistent, already half-hard and flushed dark pink.
My fingers trembled as I touched it. The sensation shot straight through me, hotter and deeper than anything Id felt before. It was mine, attached, sensitive in ways that made my knees buckle. I stood there for what felt like hours, stroking it experimentally, watching it swell to full length under my handeight inches of smooth, veined flesh with a broad head that leaked clear fluid when I squeezed. Every stroke pulled a moan from my throat, raw and unfiltered. I was still me, still the same curvy, 24-year-old woman with soft breasts and wide hips, but now I had this extra part that demanded attention.
That first night I couldnt stop. I locked the door, climbed onto my bed, and explored it like I was learning a new language with my body. I wrapped both hands around the shaft, pumping slowly at first, then faster, twisting my wrist at the top the way Id always liked on partners. Precum slicked everything, making the glide obscene and wet. My pussy clenched empty below it, dripping onto the sheets, but the new cock took over every thought. I came hard, hips jerking, thick ropes of cum painting my stomach and tits while I gasped my own name like a confession. It wasnt just an orgasmit was a revelation. My body had changed, and I wanted to use it.
The next few days were a blur of secret experiments. I learned how sensitive the underside was, how a single fingertip circling the head could make me leak for minutes. I bought new underwear that accommodated the bulge, though I kept catching myself pressing my thighs together in public, half-hoping someone would notice. By the weekend I was aching for more than my own hands. Thats when I texted Lena.
Lena had always been the bold one in our friend grouptall, athletic, with a wicked smile and no patience for small talk. Wed flirted for months but never crossed the line. When she showed up at my apartment that Friday, wine in hand, I was already half-hard just from the anticipation. We barely finished the first glass before I told her. Her eyes widened, then darkened with interest.
Show me, she said, voice low.
I stripped for her in the living room, the cock already pushing against my jeans. When I freed it, Lena dropped to her knees without hesitation. Her tongue was hot and confident, licking a slow stripe from base to tip before she took the head into her mouth. The wet heat made me groan, hips twitching forward. She sucked me deep, one hand cupping my balls while the other slid between my legs to finger my soaked pussy. The dual sensationher mouth on my cock and her fingers inside menearly short-circuited my brain.
We moved to the bedroom. Lena stripped fast, her lean body flushed and ready. She climbed on top, guiding my new cock to her entrance. The first push inside her was tight, velvet heat gripping every inch. I watched her face as she sank down, taking me all the way until her clit ground against my mound. We found a rhythm quicklyher riding, me thrusting up to meet her, the wet sounds of sex filling the room. Every time she clenched around me I felt it in my core, pleasure building in two places at once.
She came first, shuddering and crying out, her inner walls milking my cock. I followed seconds later, burying myself deep and flooding her with cum that seemed endless. We didnt stop there. She flipped onto her back, legs spread, and I fucked her slow and deep until she begged for another orgasm. Later she took me from behind, her fingers working my clit while I thrust into her fist, cum spilling over her knuckles.
By morning we were tangled together, my cock soft but still present, resting against her thigh. Lena traced it with lazy fingers and whispered that she wanted to see what else it could do. I smiled, already feeling it stir again. My body had changed, but the hunger it woke in me felt like the most honest thing Id ever known.
