After the shower, while they were toweling off, Paul remembered another penis trick. “Hey Sarah, check this out.” He began gyrating his hips in a circular motion. His penis flopped a bit and then began to spin. It spun around and around in a crude circle. “Helicopter dick.” He said with pride, holding his tempo steady.
Sarah gasped “Oh my god! It’s mesmerizing.” She stared at his display for a while. “I want to try!” She shook her hips which made her dick slap from side to side against her thighs. Then she wiggled the other way, causing her dick to bounce up and down, slapping her belly. She tried doing both at the same time, but it didn’t sync up right and her penis just waggled all over the place. She pursed her lips in determination.
“You can sort of cheat by wiggling the base of the shaft with your fingers.” Paul offered, giving her a demonstration. “This is how I had to do it at first.” He rested his hands on his stomach, his fingers reaching down towards the base of his dick, nudging in a circular motion.
“You’ve practiced this a lot?” Sarah asked while trying to mimic his technique.
“I had an awkward adolescence.” He stared into the mirror for a moment, still absentmindedly spinning his meat “Oh, I remembered something else.” He put his towel over his shoulder. “But you have to be hard.”
“Sounds good to me. Do you want to help?” Sarah asked, offering her crotch towards him. Paul stepped closer and took her dick in his hand. He ran his fingers from the base to the tip and back down, curling his hand around the shaft and pulling it slowly up and down. Sarah tilted her head back and sighed. She already loved the feeling of growing hard.
“And then you hang a towel on it.” Paul said, draping his towel over her rod. It dangled nearly to the floor, hanging like a curtain off her penis.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this one before” Sarah said, looking down at herself. “Guys love to hang things on their dicks. I think I get it now, it feels… strangely satisfying.” Her dick flexed and it made the towel bounce. “Whoa, when I do a kegel it makes my dick flex.”
“Kegel?”
“It's the muscle you flex to stop peeing.” Sarah explained. “It also makes my lady-parts clench.” She added, bouncing the towel again. “This is so wild.” She looked back up at Paul “So what kind of sex-stuff were you going to show me?” She asked, letting the towel slip to the floor. They both stood naked facing each other, she was rock-hard.
“How about a blowjob?” Paul asked, raising his eyebrows.
“That sounds fantastic. I’m glad you suggested it, I wasn’t sure if you were super into this.”
“Well, I am bi.” Paul said “This won’t be my first time sucking dick.” Paul dropped to his knees in front of Sarah and leaned back onto his heels. He reached his hands around her thighs and pulled her closer to his face, opening his mouth for her. She slipped the tip of her cock past his lips and rested her hands against his shoulders. Paul slid her dick further into his mouth, inching his lips towards the base of her cock.
Sarah moaned “Oh my god, that feels amazing!” She pushed further into him, but he was already having to crane his neck awkwardly; she stood on her toes but she couldn’t hold it. “We should move to the bed, we can sixty-nine.” She suggested, pulling back gently.
Paul let her dick flop out of his mouth with a soft ‘pop’, and stood up. They hurried from the steamy bathroom, through the cold house, back into their warm bed. Between sleeping in and their shower antics it was already past noon. Sarah curled up against Paul under the covers and he ran his hands over her, warming her up. They shivered together for a few moments, hands fondling each other under the sheets, until they were both ready to pick up where they left off.
Sarah climbed on top of Paul and turned around, positioning her crotch over his face and her face over his dick. Paul opened his lips and took her dick back into his mouth as Sarah did the same. Her vagina was right under his nose, he could taste it on his upper lip.
Paul took her cock deeper into his mouth, and pulled back slowly, running his tongue along the top of her dick, tracing around the head, and then plunging down again.
Sarah gasped through her nose and closed her eyes. The feeling reminded her of someone sucking on her clit, but now her clit felt huge, filling his entire mouth. She pressed deeper into Paul’s mouth with her hips, pushing into the back of his throat until his nose was pressed against her pussy, and then pulling back so he could breathe. She began to bob her head in time with Paul.
After they got into a rhythm Paul reached his hand around her thigh and began probing her pussy with a finger, teasing the entrance.
Sarah moaned onto his cock and started sucking faster. She could feel the tingle of an orgasm building behind her dick already. The added feeling of his fingers took her to the brink. She brought her own hand down his calf and along his thigh, running her fingers up between his legs and towards his ass. She traced her index finger around his butt hole, pressing softly against it. Paul started to tense up, he was about to cum himself, she could feel his dick swelling in her mouth. She pushed her head down all the way and made little circles with her finger. Paul came which caused Sarah to climax in kind. She sucked down his cum as she felt her own load burst out of her and into his mouth.
Paul choked a bit “I wasn’t expecting anything to come out.” He said, wiping a dribble off his chin. “I mean, you don’t have balls.”
“Right?” Sarah said. “I should have warned you. I, uh, played with myself in the bathroom right after the change and sort of made a mess.” She admitted sheepishly “I cleaned it up though.”
Paul chuckled. “I figured you were probably doing something like that. I mean, it’s what I would have done. You gotta test it out.”
“Yeah, you know, make sure it works.” She thought about it for a moment. “I doubt I could get anyone pregnant though. I don’t think I can make sperm without testicles.”
“Maybe we should get a test or something to find out for sure. You wouldn’t want to accidentally impregnate yourself.”
“Well I don’t intend on keeping it that long. I’ll just be careful not to jizz inside myself.” She said with some sarcasm. They lay in bed for a while longer, holding each other. Her stomach grumbled.
“Hungry?” Paul asked “Because I’m starving.” He hadn’t eaten all day either and it was nearly mid-afternoon.
“Yes, very hungry. We still haven’t finished unpacking the kitchen. Want to order something?”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll look up some places that deliver here.” He said, breaking their embrace to reach for his phone.
While Paul poured over menus and reviews Sarah got out of bed. She stretched her arms, catching her reflection in the bedroom mirror. She stared at herself for a moment. Standing naked in the cold bedroom. Her nipples were hard and crinkly, goosebumps standing out on her breasts. Her dick had shrivelled up in the cold, still drying from Paul’s mouth. She cupped her cold bits, pressing in a bit. In the mirror she looked like a regular woman covering her crotch, you would never know she was hiding a dick. She tilted a bit to check the illusion.
“I told you the mangina was fun.” Paul said from the bed. Sarah blushed as she realized he had been watching her.
She flopped down on the bed next to him “So what did you order?”
“Pizza, it should be here in about 30 minutes. Our usual toppings.” Paul said. He was laying on his back in the center of the bed, looking at the confirmation email on his phone.
Sarah felt good after her first blowjob, but she was still feeling frisky. She climbed on top of Paul, straddling him at the hips, holding herself up with her hands on his chest. “So what are your plans for the next half-hour?” She asked playfully.
Paul put down his phone and looked up at her “As much as I would love to fool around some more, I don’t think either of us will be ready again for at least 20 minutes.”
“Oh yeah?” Sarah said, looking down between her legs. Paul followed her gaze and saw that her dick was already getting hard again.
“Oh, well that’s just unfair.” Paul said
Sarah leaned forward and grabbed the fuzzy pink handcuffs from the nightstand. “We could use these to even the odds, get you hard again.”
Paul was wary of the handcuffs after the events of last night, but he also wanted more sex. Sarah grinded pleadingly on his limp dick, offering the handcuffs, she felt hot and wet against him.
He took the handcuffs and put them on, holding his arms above his head. “Alright, let’s do this.” he said.
Sarah grabbed the chain in the middle and pressed it to the bed just above his head. She repositioned herself above him and looked into his eyes. Paul felt a brief shudder of powerless excitement run through him. “Get really fucking hard.” she commanded.
Paul accepted immediately. He felt a tingle run down from his wrists through his arms and his whole body stiffened like a board. Sarah worried for a moment something had gone wrong, then she felt his dick hardening against her rear.
“Oh my god” Paul moaned, relaxing his muscles. His penis was absolutely rigid, firm and stiff with pulsing veins. He had never felt so hard in his life.
Sarah reached between her legs and positioned the tip of his penis at the opening of her pussy. She was still horny from the blowjob, and commanding Paul had really turned her on. She leaned back onto his cock and it slid in with almost no resistance. “Oh my god, you feel so big” she said, easing down onto his shaft, steadying herself with her hands on his chest.
“I know. It must be the magic, I-” Paul was cut off by a shuddering orgasm. The handcuffs had brought him to the brink of climax and all it took was one pump for him to blow his load. He flexed and groaned under her. Sarah watched him cum with satisfaction.
“Don’t go soft on me now” She said, beginning to ride him.
At first Paul felt spent, but as she started riding him a curious thing happened, it started to feel good again, and he was still hard. Before he knew it he was building up to another orgasm.
Sarah moved to supporting herself with one hand, with the other she began jerking herself off. It was good before, but this made it excellent. She pumped her shaft in time with bouncing on Paul’s dick, until he came again. As Paul gasped from his second orgasm it pushed her over the edge as well. They both moaned in climax; her load pumped out onto Paul’s chest.
“Oh, uh, sorry about that.” Sarah mumbled, climbing off and flopping down on the bed beside him. “Wow! That was…” She trailed off blissfully.
“...Incredible” Paul finished, lying breathless on the bed. He didn’t even care about the cum on his chest. Sarah passed him a tissue and he began cleaning himself off.
“I should get dressed.” Sarah said, getting out of bed and putting on her clothes. “Pizza will be here soon.” Her dick fit comfortably in a fresh pair of panties; there was a bit of a bulge but nothing a pair of jeans wouldn’t hide.
Paul’s dick was hard as ever.
The doorbell chimed. A moment later Sarah opened the door, revealing a man holding a pizza “Welcome to the neighborhood” he said, offering her the pizza. “You must be my new neighbors.”
“Oh, I thought you were the pizza guy, we just ordered-”
“I am the pizza guy” He clarified. “But I also live across the street” He gestured to a duplex one house down on the opposite side of the road.
“Nice to meet you.” Sarah said, passing the pizza to Paul, who was standing strategically behind the sofa. “We don’t know anyone around here, the only reason we moved here is because I got a promotion” Sarah said as she signed the receipt and passed it back.
“Well, congratulations!” He took the receipt and shook her hand. Then he offered his hand to Paul.
Paul just stood behind the sofa, holding the pizza, faking a smile. He did kind of a half-wave with his free hand and nodded his head.
The pizza guy half-waved back “Well... have a nice night.” And left.
Paul put the pizza on the table and went to get plates. Sarah took a seat, and as Paul was walking back, she noticed his fly was open and his dick was sticking straight out.
“Oh my god, Paul, you’re still hard!” She had been in a rush to get to the door and hadn’t noticed.
“Uhh, yeah. I’m not sure how long this will last, but if he’s still standing after pizza, we might have to do something.”
After pizza they went back to the bedroom. Paul stripped naked and laid on the bed, his dick still standing at full attention, and starting to turn purple. Sarah got the handcuffs and knelt on the bed beside him.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to reverse, right? I’ll just command you to go soft.” Sarah said, clicking the fuzzy pink cuffs around Paul’s wrists.
“I sure hope so. I have a job interview tomorrow, I think they might notice if I walk in like this” Paul said, with a nod towards his rigid penis.
Sarah grabbed it and started rubbing “Well I won’t let that happen.” She said, pumping his rod with stalwart determination.
At first, it didn’t feel great for Paul. He’d been hard for over an hour, swollen to the point of soreness. And while he was hard, he wasn’t particularly aroused, which made the stimulation feel vaguely irritating. Sarah straddled one of his legs and leaned over him for a better angle, giving him a good view down her shirt in the process.
As she redoubled her efforts, Paul began to get into it “Yeah, just like that.” He said, tensing his legs.
Sarah smiled, picking up the tempo a little. Having a dick of her own had taken some of the mystery out of handjobs. She reached her other hand over to grab the chain of the handcuffs and gave the command: “Let your dick go limp.” She said, still rubbing.
Paul felt a faint tingle in his wrists, but it faded before he could do anything about it. “Something went wrong.” He said “The tingle went away.”
Sarah tried again, more forceful this time “Make your dick soft.” She commanded. The tingle surged back into his wrists but vanished just as quickly; he didn’t have a chance to take it in.
Paul shifted a bit in frustration, trying to get comfortable. He couldn’t seem to focus in on the commands, and his failures were impacting his arousal. Sarah could tell he was struggling. She thought back through the instructions that had come with the handcuffs; one of the examples stuck out in her memory.
“Grow a wet pussy” She commanded Paul.
