Nancy Finds Out What Happened to Sharon
"Hey Sharon, what's up, you haven't answered yourโฆ phoneโฆ." Nancy's cheery cry trailed off into stunned and horrified silence as she rounded the corner only to find her friend's living room occupied by a very burly, very naked man with a penis that dangled impressively between his legs. She gulped, uncertain where exactly was the least embarrassing place to put her gaze, and eventually settled for staring studiously at the ceiling as she stammered, "I, um, sorry, I--uh--where, um, where's Sharon?" She didn't recognize the stranger at all, not even in a vague sense of hearing about a new boyfriend or even a recent hook-up, but he clearly felt very much at home here.
His response made her look in his direction despite her best efforts to keep her eyes on the ceiling--he gave her a patronizing chuckle and said, "She's lying down, I'm afraid she got just a little too dickdumb and needed a nap. How can I help you?" It was a startling turn of phrase, but even more startling was what Nancy saw when she glanced at him in surprise and alarm; his big swinging cock was beginning to stiffen, and Nancy couldn't quite believe its impressive heft. It looked thicker than her wrist, and almost as long as some of the toys she kept in her nightstand, and try as she might she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from it once she started staring. It seemed to have a strange, insidious pull on her attention.
But she couldn't just stand there staring at some stranger's dick, especially not one who was very comfortable hanging out naked in her best friend's apartment, so she did her best to fumble out some kind of a response. All she managed was, "W-wha, I, uh, d-dickdumb? Dickdumb, what'sโฆ.?" before she realized she probably sounded more foolish than if she'd said nothing at all. Nancy closed her mouth and returned her focus to trying to stare back up at the ceiling, down at the floor, anywhere but at the stranger's twitching, throbbing, dripping monster of a cock. At this rate, he was probably going to think she was some kind of horny man-stealing tramp or something.
The man chuckled again, approaching her with a condescending smile on his face. "Oh, come on, pretty girl, you know what 'dickdumb' means!" He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, molding his fingers around it. Nancy couldn't help noticing that they didn't quite meet. "Girls like you get dickdumb when they see a big hard cock that looks like it could fuck them senseless, and they get really dickdumb when it pushes into their wet pussy and all their brains leak out their ears. You know all about being dickdumb, Nancy, even if you don't know it yet." Hearing her name from his lips should have been a red flag, but Nancy was staring down at his stiff prick, watching herself stroke it with a kind of bemused, dissociated fascination, and some of the details of his speech were fraying around the edges.
She continued to stroke him even after he took his hand away, which left him free to pull down her panties and tease her slick labia with his fingers. Nancy's eyes glazed over, and even though she felt like she should have snapped out of the spell of lust he was weaving when he spun her around and bent her over, she only had a tiny few fractions of a second to register what was happening before he flipped up her skirt and his prick pushed its way inside her. After that, she couldn't really think of much of anything at all, and when he murmured, "Cock goes in, brain goes out, right, sweetie?" she only grunted in blank, thoughtless agreement. Her jaw slackened, tongue lolling out in an expression of ahegao ecstasy, as Nancy gave in and let herself go fully dickdumb for her new owner at last.
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