Gwen's Curse: Ch. 2, P. 1

 [Pre-story]Hello again, readers! Thanks to an anonymous commissioner, Gwen's Curse is back with chapter 2, and it's starting off strong! 

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Gwen's Curse: Chapter 2, Part 1

 

"Ugh. Come on, just… hurry up, already."

Ben only gave a pleasured groan in response, his monstrous cock twitching as Gwen's soft, slender fingers pumped its foot-long length. Gwen scowled, the annoyance in her expression intensifying, but nonetheless, her hands moved a little faster, gliding up and down the wrist-thick pillar of cock jutting from Ben's smooth hips.

The cousin's shared bedroom at the back of the Rustbucket was sweltering, the air thick and humid, heavy with the smell of teenage boy sweat and the musky, nutty scent of cum. It always seemed to smell like that these days- it was a wonder Grandpa hadn't noticed. The windows were shut, and the blinds drawn, so no one might wander by the campsite and catch them in the act, but the bright summer sunlight leaked through, illuminating the space in dim, diffuse light. Ben laid on his back on his bunk, his shirt pulled up to his chest, exposing his lean, toned abdomen, glistening with sweat, and his baggy shorts and tight undies were pulled down to his knees, freeing his titanic shaft. Meanwhile, Gwen kneeled astride his thighs, fully clothed in a blue tank top and her usual tight white jeans, her slender frame bouncing slightly with the momentum as her arms pumped up and down vigorously. On the bed beside them sat a half-empty bottle of lotion, a fresh box of tissues, and Gwen's arcane notebook, all neatly arranged and conveniently within arm's reach- as always.

Ben's overgrown cock shone in the soft light, slick with lotion, a gleaming, monolithic monument of superhuman maleness that looked out of place on Ben's lean, wiry build. It was obscenely big, as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist! No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn't quite get used to it- though she'd certainly grown more accustomed to handling it. Her hands moved with practiced familiarity now, unlike the awkward motions of her first time, pumping up and down the red-hot shaft smoothly, her wrists twisting slightly to further stimulate it. On each upward stroke, her fingers brushed the flared ridge of its fist-sized cockhead, the swollen, red-purple crown gleaming like an apple. A ripe, sweet, juicy apple, begging to be tasted…

Gwen realized she was staring and tore her eyes away, swallowing a mouthful of spit- was she really drooling over Ben's cock like some kind of… slut? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought, and glanced up at Ben, only to find him staring down at her hands, his usual smug bravado gone, replaced with a sort of…strained, awestruck expression. As her hands slid up and down his shaft, she watched his features twist as waves of pleasure washed over him. One moment he was panting hotly, the next he was gritting his teeth to hold back a noise. All the while, his bright green eyes followed her hands, entranced and somehow… fearful? Like he dreaded she might just suddenly stop…

Seized by a sudden impulse, Gwen bit her lip and let her hands ease their grip, slowing down to let her fingertips languidly trail over the vein-textured surface of Ben's oversized cock. Immediately, she saw the desperation flash in his eyes as he let out a groan of disappointment. His eyes flicked up to Gwen's face, confused and silently pleading- but she didn't respond, simply stared back, a gleam in her eyes and wicked grin slowly spreading across her features. As the seconds ticked by, he began to squirm beneath her, his hips rolling and bucking involuntarily to try and get some sort of stimulation. His toned abdomen glistened with sweat as he writhed, a view Gwen found herself appreciating more than she would have expected.

"Nnnh… G-Gwen…!" Ben groaned plaintively. "Don't- don't just…! Ohhh! I need… more!" He pleaded, his hands clawed at the bedding, desperately trying to restrain himself from reaching out for her. He knew the rules. No touching, she controlled the pace- he'd tried to push her head down, once, and she'd stopped immediately, leaving him painfully hard for the rest of the day and refusing to touch him until he begged her forgiveness. He knew better than to try it again- but the temptation was always there…

Something clenched in Gwen's core as she watched him, but she didn't relent. Not yet. "What will you do for me?" She demanded suddenly, swept up in the moment.

Gwen could almost see Ben's brain grinding to a halt as he struggled to shift gears. "Wha-?" He muttered, blinking, confused and taken aback for a moment.

Gwen leaned forward a little, her wicked grin widening as she looked down at Ben. "What. Will you do. For me?" She repeated the question, speaking slowly and deliberately to emphasize her words. Her heart was pounding.

"I- I-" Ben stammered, his expression twisting this way and that as he visibly shifted through several emotions in quick succession- surprise, indignation, hesitation, pleasure, and realization, before lingering on uncertainty. He racked his brain in silence for a long moment, trying to think of something to offer… Gwen suddenly gave his oversized cock a gentle squeeze- her teasing had left him hyper-sensitive, and even a simple touch was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through him and instantly derail his train of thought. The beast throbbed in her grasp, precum beading at the tip, and he let out a loud groan. When she loosened her grip again, the look of desperation and disappointment that came over him made Gwen's stomach flutter.

"I- Nnnh, anything! Anything you want!" Ben pleaded, his almost painful need evident on his face.

"Anything?" Gwen echoed, fingertips trailing over the throbbing shaft, tormenting the sensitive skin with feathery, teasing touches.

"Anything! Please, Gwen!" he finally begged.

Gwen felt a shiver run down her spine, overcome by a rush of sadistic pleasure. Ben was always lording his fancy alien watch and his superpowers over her, constantly bragging or mocking her, always getting away with causing trouble because he's a 'hero'…  But, in this moment, he was completely at her mercy, literally begging, willing to do ANYTHING, just to get her to touch him! The feeling of power was intoxicating!

Gwen gripped Ben's ridiculously overgrown cock tight once more, her fingers squeezing tight around its girth! Ben let out a ragged groan as his shaft throbbed in her grasp, the swollen tip spitting another clear, sticky glob of precum that began to run down the length in a shimmering rivulet.

Gwen had tried making him wear a condom before, hoping to contain his excessive precum and ridiculous loads, or wearing gloves to at least keep her hands clean while she 'satisfied' him - but it had proved futile. Without skin-to-skin contact, the magic link just wasn't there, and it was just as useless as jerking himself off! Even if he managed to cum, it didn't satisfy the curse, and he wouldn't go soft. There was only one way to prevent him from soaking her hands in hot, nasty, sticky precum, to stop him from splattering cum all over the room, the sheets, her face, her hair, her clothes- only one way to keep the mess at least somewhat contained…

At least, that was what Gwen reassured herself as she lowered her head. As she drew close, that now-familiar, nutty, musky scent grew more and more intense- it was the magic, she reminded herself, the curse was what made her stomach flutter and her mouth water each time she filled her lungs with his scent. It was all the curse- it was why she was flattening her tongue against the fat cum-tube on the underside of his cock and dragging it up toward the tip in a long, slow lick. The curse was the reason her tastebuds sang with joy as they drowned in the intoxicating flavor of his sweet, salty, musky precum. The curse was what drove her to plant her suddenly sensitive lips on the tip of his fat, swollen cockhead in a lewd, sucking kiss, her tongue swirling over its gleaming surface, eagerly searching for more of that delicious precum.

"Ohhh, fuck, Gwen!" Ben groaned with pure bliss, arching his spine, his hands gripping the sheets below, desperately trying to hold onto something.

Gwen's hands started to pump up and down Ben's steely shaft, gliding up and down the thick, vein-marbled pillar while she hungrily sucked and licked the head. His fearsome cock throbbed in her grasp as her hands began to move faster and faster, milking more of his delicious precum straight into her waiting mouth! Each spurt hit her tongue in a burst of that heady, bittersweet flavor, lighting up her taste buds with delight, one gooey dollop after another- it was all she could do to keep from moaning! It just kept coming! She'd taken some measurements, after the first time; an average man produced a teaspoon of semen with a single ejaculation- Ben could put out more than that in a single spurt of precum! Soon it began to pool in her mouth, filling her cheeks, a rising tide that crept higher and higher, bathing her tongue in sticky, slimy precum. It should have been gross- she should have been disgusted, but instead, it made the now-undeniable heat in her belly burn even hotter!

Ben's overgrown cock was pumping out precum like a fountain and showed no sign of slowing down anytime soon, not with Gwen's hands pistoning up and down its length. Her cheeks began to balloon, her lips straining to try and maintain a seal against the swollen tip. She had no choice, she told herself- ignoring the excited pounding of her heart. She tipped her head back as much as she could without letting Ben's cockhead excape, squeezed her emerald eyes shut- and swallowed. She could feel that mouthful of hot, sticky liquid sliding down toward her stomach, coating her throat as it did. She felt her panties growing wet, and her mouth starting to fill again.

"Fuuuck, that's so hot… Swallow it… Drink it all, Gwen!" Ben groaned, urging her on, and Gwen's eyes flicked open, glancing up at him. He was staring down at her- she could see the awe and lust on his face. She wondered what she looked like to him, in that moment- did he see his cousin reluctantly taking care of his boner, his mistress mercilessly milking his dick, or a cum-drunk slut desperately sucking his cock? She didn't know- but she held his gaze as she opened her throat again, audibly gulping down another mouthful of precum.

"Nnnnfffuuuuck!" Ben grunted, his lithe body tensing up, his steel-hard cock throbbing violently against Gwen's soft lips. It was here! Suddenly, Gwen pushed her head forward, squeezing her eyes shut with effort as she forced her lips to stretch wider and wider around the oversized, helmet-shaped head of Ben's monstrous cock! With a now-familiar popping sensation, she felt her straining lips finally slip over the flared ridge, forming a tight seal, the enormous cockhead completely filling her mouth and pinning her tongue down. With the tip securely stuffed in her mouth, her hands accelerated, flying up and down the length of his lotion-slick cum-cannon so fast they were nearly a blur, milking him for all he was worth!

"GWENNN~!" Ben howled out her name in a long, throaty moan of pleasure as he threw his head back, clawing at the sheets and arching his spine as he exploded in almost violently intense orgasmic bliss! His cock lurched and bucked, throbbing even larger than normal for a moment in Gwen's grasp! She could feel her thumbs shift as the fat tube along its underside bulged with the sheer volume of cum that surged up it! No matter how much she tried to deny it, in that moment, she'd never wanted anything as badly as the load coursing up his shaft.

The first salvo of Ben's super-thick cum erupted from his cock like a geyser, the pencil-thick stream of hot, pressurized spunk splattering directly onto Gwen's tongue! Thankfully, Ben was too overwhelmed with sensation to hear the blissful moan that escaped her- otherwise, she'd never be able to convince him she didn't actually love it. In an instant, her entire tongue was covered in it, every taste bud exploding with joy as they drowned in the insanely thick, rich, sweet, salty, musky flavor of Ben's mystically enhanced seed! Her eyelids fluttered, and a shudder ran down her spine, her untouched pussy quivering with a tiny orgasm.

Ben came like a firehose- in an instant, Gwen's mouth was full, her cheeks beginning to balloon as they strained to contain the tide of rich, creamy ball-batter! She didn't have time to savor it, as much as part of her wanted to- she closed her eyes, opened her throat, and swallowed. She could feel it sliding down her throat, thick and hot, clinging to the walls of her throat like glue, painting her insides white! Before it had even reached her stomach, Ben's cock fired again, unleashing another mighty deluge of supernaturally potent seed that filled her mouth once more. Gwen opened her throat once more- suddenly, she was glad she'd had a light lunch.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gwen's throat rippled over and over as she chugged down load after load of thick, creamy spunk, struggling to keep up with the seemingly endless flow! She could feel her stomach filling more and more with every swallow, feel the heat of Ben's seed as it sloshed in her belly… All the while her hands continued to pump, pistoning up and down, eagerly coaxing more cum from his prodigiously productive balls.

Slowly, Ben's moans fell silent, and soon, the only sounds in the cousin's sweltering-hot shared bedroom were his exhausted, panting breaths and Gwen's rhythmic swallows, growing slower and slower as the flow of cum slowed from a fountain to a faucet. A full minute after the thunderous eruption had begun, the flow had slowed to a trickle. Gwen's hands slowed, shifting to long, smooth, deliberate strokes, thumbs squeezing down on the cum-tube along the underside to milk out the last drops of his intoxicating seed. She eased her head back, pulling her lips from the now-shrinking cockhead, still holding on to one final mouthful of spunk. She rolled her tongue through it for a moment, savoring the salty-sweet flavor.

As she tipped her head back and opened her throat one final time, she glanced up, unintentionally locking eyes with Ben just as she gulped down the last of his cum. He moaned at the sight, and suddenly, his slowly softening cock lurched one last time. One final spurt of creamy spunk shot up his length, fired from the tip, and arced through the air, before landing with a heavy splat- directly on Gwen's face. For a moment, neither reacted, both of them too stunned to do anything- and then Gwen remembered she should be mad about it, and her eyebrows furrowed.

"Seriously, dweeb?" Gwen scowled, trying to ignore how warm and creamy his cum felt on her skin. "You just HAD to get it on my face too? It's bad enough my breath's gonna smell nasty all day after that, now I'm gonna need a shower too!" She snapped, angrily reaching for the box of tissues.

Ben held up his hands. "Woah, hey, don't yell at me, it's not like I was trying, it's got a mind of its own!" He tried to explain.

"Oh yeah? Guess that makes it smarter than the rest of you." She shot back, wiping her face off with a tissue. Once her face was clean, she shot him a sharp glare. "I'm gonna go shower first, you better tidy up before Grandpa Max gets back." She commanded as she climbed off Ben and started walking toward the bathroom. "Oh, and open a window or something, even Grandpa will notice the smell sooner or later!" She added, glancing back over her shoulder.

Ben glared after her as she walked away, hastily stuffing his softening cock back into his underwear… then found his gaze wandering down her back to linger on the round hips, shapely thighs, and tight, athletic rear filling out those tight white jeans. Was it just his imagination, or was she rolling her hips a little more than usual? Ben felt his cock lurch- suddenly, he wasn't getting softer anymore…

Gwen tried to walk casually as she made her way out of the room. She tried to ignore the perverse taste of Ben's cum that still clung to her tongue, to ignore the wetness of her panties, to ignore the burning, aching need in her core. A shower would definitely help.

A quick cold shower would be just how to beat the heat, both outside and between her legs. After all, only a pervert would be getting turned on from sucking her cousin's massive cock. She HAD to take care of his needs, it wasn't like she enjoyed it or anything. Everything she was feeling was because of the curse. She couldn't let it influence her, she had to stay focused and work out the countercurse.

On the other hand… a nice hot shower would feel SOOOO nice, even in this weather. She really needed to relax, and a steamy, soothing shower would be just the thing- not to mention the privacy would be a good chance to… blow off some steam. Whether or not the magic was causing these… feelings, it was a simple physiological reaction, she wasn't made of stone, after all. A little… relaxation would be good for her mind, and she was going to need a clear head to keep researching…