Here's some more of Jane chapter two. I got some bad news for writing today. I'm being forced to work Monday (my day off and best writing day) and been told to expect more of it through Christmas. I'll get some writing done here and there, but don't expect too much progress. Christmas is my busy time of year and Covid has made it even worse.
“My Johnson’s
gone all big!”
Jim Crowe quit
examining his engines and glanced over at Archer. His co-pilot was holding his
pants open and staring down at his crotch. Lt. Bullock was on sentry duty,
armed with a rifle and keeping an eye out for trouble. He was shifting from
foot to foot while reaching down to squeeze and pull his junk to the side. Jim
turned his attention back to Burke who was examining the engines with him.
Burke’s hand was in his pants adjusting his penis. He was frowning and seemed
to be measuring himself
Jim felt it
to. His cock was straining to burst out of his shorts. His balls felt bigger
and heavier. He wanted to pull it out and see exactly how big it had grown to.
He wanted to give it a good wanking and take some pressure off his nuts. Jim
sighed. “Well, Burke?”
Burke yanked
his hand out of his pants. He turned his attention back on the engine, running
his hand over his bald pate, beads of sweat flying off. “I can get the engines
working, I think, but we still got a missing propellor.”
“I can make do
with one,” said Jim.
“I could use
your help, Cap?” asked Burke. “You’re as good as I am, gettin’ engines
running.”
“Sorry,” said
Jim. “Draft any of the boys you need. I’m going to go find Major Stalwart.”
“What’s a city
boy like you know about surviving in a jungle filled with monsters?”
“Detroit’s an
urban jungle filled with monsters, but I get your point. Still, Jane might need
help. Ask Spanky if you need anything.” Jim looked around. “Where’d Spanky get
off to?” Archer had been standing just ten feet away looking in his pants.
“He wandered
off that way, Cap,” said Bullock. “Looking for a place to shit.”
“Dammit, this
place is dangerous and we can’t go wandering off.” Jim turned his head as Dr.
Smith was climbing down the wheel well. She wore khaki slacks and a white
blouse. Jim looked away then back. He hadn’t realized what a nice ass the Doc
had. It had looked rather flat in her dress, but her slacks were showing off her
plump well-rounded rear end much better. Lisa’s foot touched the ground and she
turned to face him. His eyes flickered to her chest. Her tits hadn’t been this
big yesterday. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, showing a sheen of sweat
on her chest. The other buttons appeared to be straining not to go flying off
from the pressure of her swollen bosom. Her hair was down for the first time
and fell halfway down her back. “Doc,” he greeted.
“Fortuitous we
found this flat area to land,” she said, her lovely blue eyes looking around.
“Maybe, maybe
not,” he replied.
“How so?” she
turned her attention on him.
Sweat beaded
his own brow as he fought not to look back down at her cleavage. Her tits
looked even bigger than they had a moment ago. “Our make-shift landing strip
isn’t natural, ma’am. It’s a herd trail down to the lake. You’re standing in a
footprint.”
“Oh my,” said
Lisa, looking down at the size of the print. “At least a herd this large would
be herbivores.”
“Extremely
large herbivores,” said Jim, stealing another glance at her boobs while she
looked down at the footprint. It was bigger than an elephant’s. “We need to
stay vigilant.” Smith pulled a device out of her pocket and stared at it as she
stepped off the trail and into the brush. “Where do you think you’re going,
Doc?”
“This is a
Geiger counter. It should detect Vril radiation. I’m just going to survey the
area and see if I can get a general direction of any vril deposits.” She
stepped through some brush.
“Doc, it’s
dangerous out there,” said Jim.
“Your job’s to
get your plane running, Captain. I’ll be fine.”
“Nobody
listens,” complained Jim. “Calhoun, grab a rifle and go keep an eye on Dr. Smith.”
“Sure thing,
Cap,” replied Julius Calhoun, grinning. Keeping “an eye” on the blonde white
woman wasn’t something he minded doing at all.
**********
Archer found a
fallen tree to lean against. He’d stripped off his hot shirt and tossed it over
the trunk. The tree’s bark had been partially stripped by some large animal,
but he didn’t have time to be concerned about that. Right now, his Johnson
needed some air.
Lee undid his
pants and reached inside, his hand closing around his cock. It was thicker than
normal. Excited to see it, Archer freed his Johnson from his pants. He was a
strong, powerful man, but unfortunately as he aged, ate more of his wife’s
fabulous cooking, and enjoyed his beer a little too much, he’d developed a bit
of a gut. Normally, staring down at his penis sticking out from under his gut,
he could only see about half of his six-inch shaft. Now, he was staring at a
good seven inches and it was only semi-erect. Lee gave the swollen tip a
squeeze and tugged, feeling it swell quickly. His cock had always been nicely
shaped with a flat tip and a flared crown. The shaft curved up slightly. Fully
erect, he was now staring at a good nine inches, with three more inches hidden
under his gut. His Johnson had doubled in length and thickness!
Spanky reached
under his cock and gave his nuts a good heft. They were equally swollen and it
only took one testicle to fill his palm. They were, perhaps, five times larger
than usual and a lot heavier. They were also aching painfully.
Lee Archer
pulled his hand back and spit in his palm. He began coating the head with his
saliva, spitting again when he realized he’d need more. Archer beat his meat
almost compulsively and had once been caught by his brother, who immediately
started calling him, “Spanky” and the nickname stuck.
Satisfied his
newly massive cock was well-lubricated, he leaned back against the tree and
began jerking off.
**********
Lisa
calibrated her instrument, aiming it around so that the radio waves could reach
everywhere on the plateau, though there were some high points and cliffs that
might block her signal.
She shifted
uncomfortably, reaching up and unbuttoning another button on her blouse. She
glanced down, shocked to see that the blouse was already unbuttoned halfway
down her bosom and the top most fastened button was already straining around
her expanding breasts. There was a “twang” as the top button flew off.
Doctor Smith
reached down and unfastened the next button and the next, and finally just
opened her blouse. It didn’t help much as her brassiere was only sized for her
regular B-cup breasts and it was starting to painfully constrict her chest. Her
nipples were sensitive and swollen, pushing hard into the rayon satin bra. Lisa
shrugged off her blouse, quickly reaching behind her to unhook her bra before
it cut off her breathing. She sighed with relief when the constricting stopped.
Lisa through
her blouse over her shoulder. She couldn’t return to the colored airmen topless
and thought she might be able to wrap the blouse around her breasts in some
fashion. It was just her teats that were expanding. Her flat rear end was
growing an impressive firm pair of buttocks rising out from her thighs and the
small of her back. The extra weight in her behind was helping to balance out the
weight growing on her chest. It was also causing her crotch and waist to
constrict. Lisa unbuttoned her slacks and wiggled them down her hips before
they got so tight she had to cut them off.
Lisa pushed
her slacks down and stepped out of them. Luckily, her panty seemed to be
handling the added growth in her rear end, but barely. Normally, the flesh
colored panty covered half her stomach and ran down her thighs. They waist band
had been pulled down under her navel, almost all the way to her pubic mound.
The bottom had ridden up her thighs also and the material in the rear was
starting to dig into the crack in her buttocks, leaving some of her lower
cheeks exposed.
“Ridiculous,”
she muttered, glancing down at her body, though secretly she was impressed by
her new look. The pinup girls’ American airmen put on the noses of their planes
didn’t even have tits or asses this big. Her breasts had gone from a tea cup to
a challenge cup, a very challenged cup.
Lisa Smith
bunched her slacks up with her blouse and carried them under one arm while
aiming her signaling device with her other. Lisa walked around a large
prehistoric looking fern when a grunt caused her to look up with alarm.
Lisa’s jaw
dropped just as the bundle of clothes in her arm fell to the ground. The
Blackbird’s copilot was leaning against a tree naked, his hand stroking an
enormous black phallus. The thing was absolutely huge. The flat crowned head
was as big and as black as a dark plum. It was so swollen it looked like it
could explode at any…
“FUUCCCKKKK!!”
grunted Archer. His cock bucked upwards; an oil can’s worth of white semen
spewing forth from the tip.
The tip of the
giant strand of semen struck her lower lip just as the bulk of it splattered on
her chest, bare breasts, and belly. Archer let go of his huge black cock, the
giant rod jerked out of control, discharging more of the voluminous white seed,
covering her tits and stomach. Lee Archer’s eyes were wide as her stared at the
blonde white woman’s nearly nude body while his cock ejaculated all over her.
“You filthy
negro,” she cried, still staring at his cock as it twitched. Cum still flew out
from the tip, but not with enough force to reach her. “Yech!” She took her eyes
off his cock to stare down at her breasts. Big gobs of his thick semen were
sliding down the slopes towards her nipples. Her hands slid up her belly,
scooping up his viscous seed. “Your nasty semen is all over me.” Her hands squished
his sperm into the bottoms of her breasts, sliding up her heavy breasts. “Mmmm,”
she moaned as her hands rubbed over her tits. Her newly elongated nipples were
so sensitive now. “So much cum,” she muttered, rubbing the sperm on top of her
breasts into her fat nipples. “Mmm,” she moaned again, sucking her lower lip
into her mouth and tasting the semen that had landed on her lips. “Disgusti…”
Lisa’s tongue flickered out, licking around her lips, lapping up the rest of
his sperm.
“Sorry, doc,
you surprised me is all.” Lee was staring intently at her hands still rubbing
his cum all over her tits.
Lisa’s gaze
came off her breasts and turned her attention back on his cock. She stared at
it fascinated, absentmindedly scooping up and was of his pudding thick seed and
bringing her fingers up to her mouth. Her tongue flickered out to lick it off. “It’s
still hard?”
“I think that’s
mostly your fault, doc,” said Archer.
“Oh!” said
Lisa, glancing down to see that both her hands had their middle and index
fingers out rubbing his sperm into her hard nipples. “OH!” She stopped realizing
what she was doing and who she was doing it in front of. “It so big, Lieutenant,”
she said.
“Started
growing the second the plane landed, I think.” He reached down and grabbed the
shaft, wanting desperately to stroke it again.
Lisa Smith
stepped closer leaning in to look at it. Archer released the shaft again. “It’s
got to be a foot long,” she gasped, leaning closer.
“Thereabouts,
ma’am.”
“How big was
it before?”
“I’d guess half
as big. It’s doubled in thickness too.”
“Amazing,” she
muttered.
“My nuts is…
excuse me, my testicles have grown a lot bigger too.”
“Obviously,”
she replied, thinking of the incredible volume of semen he sprayed on her. Her
hand came out, fingers outstretched towards the head. “May I?” she asked,
looking up at him. He just nodded vigorously, her hand moving forward until the
tips of her fingers brushed over the hard head.
Lisa grabbed
the head and squeezed. It was as hard and unyielding as a rubber ball. She was
no virgin, she’d slept with her fiancé, the professor before his untimely death
and recently, an American intelligence officer she was working with discussing
Vril. He’d put her in touch with the President. They were technically still in
a relationship.
Of course,
neither man had a prick like this. Jim had started developing erection problems
and his five-inch penis was often floppy. The intelligence officer had no
problems getting his penis hard and had some stamina to go along with it, but
his penis was a rather skinny six inches. The army man had a great body
compared to Professor Powell’s rather pudgy torso and she greatly enjoyed sleeping
with her muscular white army man.
Archer’s giant
black cock put their penises to shame.
“It’s so big,”
she gasped. “And hard!” Her hand slid down his penis. It was so rigid, she
could have hammered a nail in with it. Lisa lifted the shaft up, gasping again
at the size of the two black balls dangling beneath it. Lisa’s tongue licked
across her lips, remembering the taste of his seed. She spit on her hand and
rubbed it into the flat head of his cock. “I’d like to see how much semen it
produces a second time,” she explained. She spit again, coating more of his
cock, stroking her hand up and down the shaft.
“Uh, be my
guest, doc,” said Archer, leaning back against the tree. His hips starting to
buck slightly pushing his huge black cock through her hands even as she spit
again, trying to get the big shaft better lubricated.
The negro’s
cock felt so big and powerful as her hand slid up and down the shaft. It was
hot and throbbed with his pulse. Her hand looked so small on the thick shaft,
her fingers not even meeting as she gripped it. Her stroking has milked out a
final drop of semen from the tip. It glistened under her gaze and Lisa found
herself leaning in to lap it up off his urethra. She savored it on her tongue,
no longer able to dent how good his seed tasted or that she wanted more of it.
Her mouth never left the tip of his cock as her tongue twirled around the head
before she took it in her mouth and started sucking. This was new territory for
her, something she’d never done for the professor or her handsome army man, but
something about this large negro cock made her want to suck it.
So she did.
**********
Julius Calhoun walked slowly through the
brush, keeping an eye out for dinosaurs or any other sign of danger. “Doctor
Smith,” he called out, but not to loudly. Where had she got to? The blonde
woman wasn’t too far ahead of him.
It was god
awful hot and humid here in the jungle. Calhoun paused long enough to pull his
tee shirt off over his head, dog tags falling back down to his chest. He patted
his face down with his shirt before tucking it into his pants. He glanced down,
rather impressed with his chest. Always rather on the skinny side, his muscles
suddenly seemed to have become better defined and at some point, he picked up a
six pack of abdominal muscles on his stomach. “Looking good, Julius,” he
muttered.
Calhoun raised
the gun and proceeded through the brush. He quickly brought the gun up to his
shoulder when he heard a loud grunt. Julius stepped forward, pointing his rifle
as he stepped around a huge fern that looked like the top of a palm tree
planted in the ground. He slowly lowered the rifle, staring with disbelief at
what he was looking at. He’d found Dr. Smith and Lt. Archer for that matter.
The lovely blonde doctor was on all fours, bobbing her head vigorously up and
down Archer’s dick. Lee had one black hand over the back of her head helping
guide her. His head was thrown back and it was his groan Calhoun had heard.
Archer was no rapist and the white woman wasn’t being forced. She looked like
she was enjoying it.
She was
enjoying it. Or at least, it was arousing her. Calhoun’s gaze fell on her
panty. Her thighs were slightly spread and his could see her pretty white cunny
was soaked and a little slip of her underwear was wet and clinging to it. Most
of the rest of her underwear had pulled up into the crack of her moon-shaped
ass.
Julius gulped,
reaching down and undoing his pants without taking his eyes off the white woman
happily blowing the copilot. His dick was rock hard, he tugged it out, finally
gazing down at it when he realized how big it had gotten. He squeezed it
through his pants, but this was the first time, he’d actually looked at it. His
short prick had doubled in size pushing past eleven inches and was as thick as
a soda pop bottle.
He pushed his
pants down and stepped out of them, lowering his shorts under his now coconut
sized balls. There was no way Calhoun wasn’t going to jerk off watching this.
He spit in his hand, stroking his big cock, watching Lisa bob her head and occasionally
catching glimpses of her erect pink nipples sticking out of her milky white
titties. He stroked faster, his gaze increasingly falling on her cunny. She was
so wet; he could see her slit through the soaked underwear. Her arousal was
running down her thighs to.
Julius Calhoun
didn’t want to get court marshalled and he certainly didn’t want to get
lynched, but if the white woman was willingly sucking one black prick, then
maybe she wouldn’t mind fucking another? He gulped when he realized what he was
about to do. If she objected, he’d play the recalcitrant negro and pray she
didn’t press charges against him.
Julius Calhoun
stepped forward. Archer raised his head and stared at him, then down at Calhoun’s
prick. Julius kneeled. Lee watched intently not ordering him to stop. Calhoun grabbed
the bunched-up panty and pulled it out of Lisa’s ass. She kept sucking Archer’s
dick even as Calhoun pulled her underwear away from her pussy. Her white pussy
was gorgeous. Her slit and lips were a lovely pink, the hair coming off her mound
were as blonde as those on her head. He gazed in awe at the forbidden fruit
before bringing his dick up towards her slit. Its hard blackness stood out
strongly against the whiteness of her skin. Calhoun inched closer, pushing his
cock down until the head was gently touching her cunny’s slit.
Julius gulped
again. His heart was beating so hard, he could feel it in his ears. He pushed
down on his prick, her lips parting around the big head of his big black cock.
Damn, this
white cunny gonna feel as good as honey, he thought, pushing forward and
watching her pink pussy lips swallow the head of his black cock.
