Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]Chapter one of Gwen's Curse reaches its thrilling conclusion, thanks to the return of its original commissioner! As always, I hope you enjoy, and look forward to more![pre-story]


Gwen's Curse: Chapter 1, Part 3


Gwen felt the heat radiating off Ben’s throbbing, precum-slick, apple-sized cockhead on her lips as she drew closer, the thick, musky scent of his magically-enhanced cock filling her nose with every shallow breath she took. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face was flushed and hot, her bright green eyes staring down the impossibly long shaft of the weapon that her own delicate hands now aimed squarely at her lips. A thought flashed through her mind, bright and clear enough to pierce through the thick haze that blanketed it; why would anyone even MAKE a spell that could do this? No normal person would be able to handle a cock that was this long, this thick, this ridiculously HUGE… Her lips parted slightly as she hesitated there, just a hair’s breadth away from crossing the line into sucking her dweeby cousin’s overgrown cock, a heated, panting breath escaping her lips and wafting over its swollen, sensitive crown. Ben stifled a whimper, holding perfectly still, frozen in place, staring down at her with wide eyes and breathless anticipation, paralyzed by fear that even the tiniest motion or quietest whimper might break the spell and scare her off, like a spooked animal.



But Ben couldn’t control his cock, no matter how much he wanted to, and as her breath caressed the hyper-sensitive crown, it throbbed in response, bucking in her grasp, a particularly forceful spurt of precum firing from the tip and splattering across Gwen’s lower lip. Gwen didn’t even have time to be shocked, the moment it touched her lip it was like a switch had flipped. Her lips were suddenly hyper-sensitive, she could feel the exact shape of the splatter of hot, sticky liquid on her lips, she could taste it, the salty, musky, vaguely sweet flavor setting off fireworks in her brain. She didn’t think about it, she didn’t have the chance, her body reacted and her head pushed forward of its own volition, pressing her suddenly sensitive lips against the precum-coated tip fully. Her eyes widened in shock for an instant, before the signals from her lips crashed over her brain like a tidal wave, her eyes rolling skyward and her eyelids fluttering as her mind was suddenly overloaded with explosions of flavor and sensation and she let out a muffled moan.

Ben groaned in chorus, his head rolling back on the pillow as her lips met his cock and a wave of satisfaction washed over him. His cock throbbed again, another spurt of precum firing from the tip, this time directly between Gwen’s slightly-parted lips and into her tongue. Gwen gave another muffled moan. Why? This was disgusting, she was sucking her cousin’s fat, nasty cock, his gross, slimy precum was getting all over her hands, her lips, and now her tongue… so why wasn’t she disgusted? Why was her body getting so hot? Why did it taste so fucking incredible? Was it the spell? Was it affecting her, too? She could barely think, her mind was drowning in his taste. She… she wanted more.

Her hands began to move again, slowly and smoothly pumping along that foot-long, oversized cock, keeping the head steady as her tongue snaked forward, lips parting slightly to make room for the soft pink muscle that flattened itself against the tip of Ben’s cock. Her eagerness was swiftly rewarded, Ben’s cockhead throbbing against her tongue, another glob of hot, sticky precum splattering against it, coating her taste buds in that intoxicating flavor. Her eyes drifted closed as she let out a soft hum of satisfaction, savoring the sweet and salty taste of his precum as her hands continued to mindlessly pump along his length, unconsciously squeezing with each upward stroke, milking his monstrous cock for every drop.

When Gwen opened her emerald eyes again, she glanced up at Ben, curiously, and found his face twisted with pleasure, desperate and grateful at the same time. His hands gripped at the bedsheets below so hard his knuckles were white, and every breath came out as a labored groan, his entire body tensing and twitching with every tiny movement of her hands. Their eyes met, for a moment, and the pleading expression on Ben’s dweebish face made Gwen feel… powerful. She swirled her tongue around his smooth tip, experimentally, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp from her cousin and a lustful throb from the monster between his legs. Her hands began to move a little faster, and he squirmed in response, writhing with pleasure as he let out another needy moan.

Gwen’s head pushed forward slightly, her lips stretching a little bit around Ben’s fat, helmet-shaped head, giving her tongue room to lick and swirl around his crown, eagerly lapping up each new drop of slick, sticky precum milked from his overgrown member. As she pumped her hands up and down his length, one broke away from its sister, sliding down his shaft to the root and beyond, until it found the swollen spheres that rested at the base of the pillar, twin orbs the size of tennis balls that hung heavy and fat in Ben’s hairless sack. She wasn’t sure why she sought them out, she could barely think at all at this point, but something about them called to her as she gently hefted one weighty ball in her palm, delicate fingers cradling it. She could almost feel the energy radiating from the mystically-charged cum-factory as she began to gently roll and squeeze it in her palm, almost feel it churn as it manufactured more and more supernaturally-potent seed. A shudder ran down her spine as a single thought managed to pierce the thick fog blanketing her mind; if his precum tasted this incredible… what would his cum be like?

Gwen’s head pushed forward again of its own volition, hungrily seeking more even as her lips began to strain around the girth of Ben’s swollen cockhead, the corners of her mouth starting to burn slightly. Her eyes flicked up to Ben’s face again, watching his expression twist with unbearable pleasure, feeling her body grow hotter. Her hand began to stroke his shaft faster still, his slick, glistening precum helping it glide smoothly over the throbbing, vein-marbled length, while the other hand continued to knead and caress Ben’s achingly-full balls. Her tongue continued to swirl and lick at his head even as her cheeks began to hollow, her lips holding a tight seal as she started to suck at the sensitive crown, making Ben moan and writhe once more. She had no experience, she’d never even seen a cock in person before, but somehow, she was milking her cousin’s cock with all the skill of a professional whore, guided only by her instincts… or was there something else guiding her along?

“Fuck- Gwen! I’m-” Ben hissed, struggling to form words as his face twisted into a grimace, gritting his teeth as his muscles began to tighten. Gwen felt his cock throb, the swollen crown straining her lips as it bucked in their warm, wet embrace, felt his swollen balls begin to tighten, pulling up against the root of his towering shaft. But she was lost in a trance, her mind blanketed in a thick haze of lust, drowning in the taste and smell of her cousin’s enchanted cock, too inexperienced and too far gone to be able to piece together what the signs meant. She just kept stroking and sucking and licking and fondling, blissfully unaware of the rising tide of molten cum that boiled deep inside Ben’s core.

Ben felt the dam crumble and let out a strangled grunt, the final warning he could manage before the pleasure broke through completely and crashed over him, his mind swept away as raw ecstasy surged through him. Gwen felt his cock swell, felt the thick tube on its underside bulge as something hot came coursing up its length, felt his balls squeeze, but she had no idea what was coming. Ben’s cock throbbed against her lips and then erupted, a blast of white-hot molten seed immediately painting her tongue and coating the inside of her mouth in a single shot. Her eyes widened, then rolled up in her head as her brain was suddenly overwhelmed. It was everything that made his precum so intoxicating, but ten times as much. It was so hot it felt like it might scald her tongue but the taste was everything she craved and more, sweet and salty and rich and creamy and musky… she would never have imagined she’d love a ‘musky’ flavor, and yet, her taste buds sang with joy as they drowned in the thick, sticky spunk.

Ben’s cock wasn’t finished with one shot, though. The fearsome weapon fired again and again, blasting finger-thick ropes of hot cum directly into Gwen’s mouth, filling it more and more until her cheeks began to balloon. Gwen didn’t know what to do, there was just so much, she couldn’t keep it all in her mouth… another shot came, and she had no choice, she fell back, Ben’s cockhead slipping from her lips and splattering a thick stream of pearly white cum across her face. It kept coming, Gwen flinching with each shot as it covered her face in a thick mask of criss-crossing streamers of hot, sticky cum. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually it began to calm down, each shot tapering off until it was little more than a dribble, leaving Ben panting as he lay there in bed, his body glistening with sweat, and leaving gwen with a mouth stuffed with cum and almost as much of it painting her face, gluing her eyes shut, some of it in her hair, some slowly starting to drip from her chin.

Gwen had to get the cum out of her mouth, but she was blind beneath her mask of spunk, she’d never be able to find somewhere to spit it out where it wouldn’t leave a suspicious stain she’d have to explain to Grandpa Max… She had no choice but to tip back her chin and swallow. She shivered as she felt Ben’s thick, creamy spunk slide down her throat, feel the heat of it pooling in her stomach as she swallowed it down with one audible gulp after another. There was just so much of it, and it was so thick… Even when she swallowed the last of it, she could still taste it, a thick residue that clung to every surface in her mouth, every taste bud stained with it… With that crisis out of the way, she wiped her eyes, peering blearily through her eyelashes as she groped for the tissues Ben had been using to clean up before… She’d practically emptied the box by the time she’d finished cleaning off her face.

“This… this never happened, right, dweeb?” she demanded, throwing away the last tissues  as she turned to face Ben once more, only to find already asleep, likely passed out only moments after they’d finished, his flaccid cock laying on his bare stomach, his expression one of profound relief. Gwen blinked, then turned away, suddenly feeling very alone as she sat on the edge of the bed, realizing the gravity of the situation. She’d really fucked up. She’d done something really bad to Ben, and it was entirely her fault. She had to fix it, but she had no idea how to. She certainly couldn’t ask for advice, who would she ask? Grandpa Max could never know about this, and even if she told him he was as clueless about magic as everyone else.

Gwen glanced back at Ben. Why did he need her? Why couldn’t he relieve himself? Something in the spell had tied him to her… and she was beginning to suspect it had tied her to him, as well. She’d done this to him. She would have to take responsibility. If he could only… get off, from her, she’d have to… take care of him, when he needed it, until she figured out how to reverse the spell. Gwen’s eyes wandered to his cock. Even soft, he was bigger than some of the guys she’d seen in porn…

Her lips were dry. That was the reason why she licked them as she sat there, staring at Ben’s cock. The only reason...