Jon sat at his desk to try to get through his math homework. It's due in the morning, but he found himself struggling to care too much. His thoughts kept drifting back to his last encounter with Tiffany. He could almost still feel her hands gripping his hips as she thrust her phantom penis deep into his pussy. This was all nonsense of course, since Tiffany doesn't have a penis and he doesn't have a pussy. He even went to the bathroom when he got home to inspect down there just to make sure. All he found was his penis and balls, and some moisture that is probably just ball sweat. Still... it felt so real.
Jon felt a warmth build up in his lower belly at the memory of his encounter with Tiffany, and started to subconsciously rub his thighs together. He'd say he feels horny, but he didn't feel the usual hardness in his pants. Pushing those memories away, Jon refocused on his math homework and started working on the next problem.
On the desk next to him, Jon's phone buzzes. Picking it up, he sees Tiffany sent a text. Jon opens it and a picture of Tiffany's wet pussy with a slightly enlarged clit appears on the screen. "You know you want it" the caption reads.
"Stop! I need to do my math!" Jon texts back. Inwardly though, Jon feels the warmth between his legs seem to pulse, as he admits to himself that he does want "it."
"If you come over, I can help you with your math ;)" appears on Jon's screen.
"This is due tomorrow!" Jon texts back, blushing.
"Think of how good it felt. It will help you focus..."
Jon bites his lower lip and texts back "...k. where?"
"My place. Parents are on a date night. Just you and me :3"
Jon throws his books in his bag and throws it over his shoulder, then heads for the door. "Mom! I'm going out to get together with some friends to finish this math assignment. I'll probably be out late," shout Jon as he opens the door.
"Ok! I want you home by 9p, It's a school night," shouts Jon's mom from the living room.
"Ok. Bye!" Jon replies and closes the door.
As Jon arrives at Tiffany's house, he notices that only her car is in the driveway. Jon steps up to the door and rings the doorbell. The door opens and Tiffany's smirking face greets him. She steps aside and says "Hi Jon. Come on in!"
As he steps into the foyer, he feels smaller somehow. He doesn't feel threatened though, just curious and... eager? Jon puts his backpack on the floor by the door.
Tiffany steps up behind Jon and wraps her arms around his waist and start kissing along his neck. He feels her phantom erection press up the length of his butt cheeks. It feels amazing! He feels Tiffany slide her hands up under his t-shirt and start rubbing his chest as she leans in and whispers "I missed you" into his ear. Tiffany's warm breath in his ear feels amazing, and he quickly gets lost in the scent of her as she rubs her hands along his stomach. Jon smiles and reaches behind himself to grab her ass and pull her closer.
Tiffany giggles and reaches up further under Jon's shirt. Jon feels her grab his chest and play with his nipples. As he gasps in surprise and unexpected pleasure, he looks down and is greeted with Tiffany's hands playing with a very female set of boobs tenting his t-shirt. Seemingly unbothered by this discovery, Tiffany continues groping Jon and whispers in his ear, "you like that?"
Blushing, Jon stutters a "y-yes."
Tiffany grabs one of Jon's hands and pulls it up under his shirt to cup his left boob and plays with his nipple between his fingers. "Is this turning you on?" she asks gently.
Jon feels the warmth grow and the now familiar wetness growing between his legs as he answers "Yes!"
"Take your shirt off," orders Tiffany, stepping back from behind Jon.
Jon quickly complies, feeling his boobs flop free. Looking down, Jon sees the familiar sight of the chest of a normal teenage boy. Curiously, Tiffany squats down in front of him and starts to suckle on the air about 3 inches in front of his chest. Jon feels her lips wrap around his nipple as she starts to gently suckle and nibble his phantom-tit, and Jon squirms in pleasure. "Mmmm..." she moans into his chest.
Jon feels like he's soaking wet between his legs as Tiffany plays with his breasts. He still doesn't feel the hard tightness he's used to, but the warmth and the strange yearning to be filled that he recognizes from earlier that day fills him.
"I want to see you touch yourself," says Tiffany while looking up from Jon's chest. She stands up and pulls down Jon's pants and boxers. He feels the cool air on his crotch as he stands buck naked in front of her.
Jon lays back on the couch and spreads his legs, exposing his soft penis to Tiffiny. Rubbing his fingers between his legs, he feels the soaking-wet head of his penis. Tiffany strips out of her skin-tight leggings and pulls her shirt and bra off, then gets down on all fours. She stares intently at Jon's crotch as he continues to play with himself. Jon inspects Tiffany's slender waist, flowing into lush, soft female hips and toned legs. Enjoying the sight of Tiffany's naked body, Jon pushes his hands further down and his fingers slide into a wet opening that shouldn't be between his legs. Jon gasps in surprise at the pleasurable sensation as he puts on his show for Tiffany. Tiffany crawls forward between Jon's legs and says "Wow. You're so wet!"
Jon feels Tiffany's thumb press along the entire length of his penis as she slides her pointer and middle fingers into his non-existent pussy. "Ahh!" gasps Jon as he feels her massage his genitals. Tiffany stares at Jon's face as she pushes her fingers in and out of his tender opening, rubbing her thumb in quick circles around his head as Jon pushes his hips up to her invading fingers. "Yes... keep doing that... oh god!"
"My turn" says Tiffany, smiling down at Jon. She removes her fingers from between Jon's legs and pushes them up over her shoulders. Jon feels Tiffany position the head of her phantom penis at the entrance of his invisible vagina. "I'm going to enter you now. Don't worry, I'll go slowly," she says.
Tiffany pushes her hips forward. Jon feels his feet swinging in the air as she enters him, and he wraps his legs around her body. "Does it feel good?" she asks. Jon tries to speak, but can't seem to find the words, so he just nods instead.
"I'm gonna keep going..." says Tiffany as she pushes further into Jon. "Ah! There... yes..."
As Tiffany starts to pick up the pace, Jon flings his head backward. "Ah... yes! keep going... don't stop..."
Jon's body starts to spasm as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over him, making him gasp. "Oh god! I'm gonna..."
Tiffany thrusts deep into Jon as they both orgasm. Jon's legs wrapped around Tiffany pull her close as his phantom-pussy grips Tiffany's invisible manhood squirting her seed into his womb, "Ah! Yes...!" gasps Jon.
The room grows silent as the pleasure slowly ebbs away. "Shit... that was intense..." says Jon as he feels his body slowly coming down from the high.
"Yeah... I'll never get tired of this," says Tiffany with a small smile on her face. The two of them continue to stare at each other, relaxing and enjoying the moment as they smile tiredly at each other.
"So... do you still want to do your math?" asks a smirking Tiffany after a few minutes pass.
"No!" replies Jon, giggling. Feeling content and, strangely, safe in Tiffany's presence, Jon explains "I just want to enjoy the moment."
"You're cute," says Tiffany, poking the tip of Jon's nose. Tiffany stands up and picks up her clothes. "I've gotta get dressed and get to work, though. I'm doing deliveries for the pizza place tonight."
"Boo," pouts Jon as he stands up. Tiffany picks up her clothes and heads upstairs. "There's a bathroom around the corner if you wanna get cleaned up real quick," she says.
"Thanks," says Jon.
Grabbing his clothes, he heads inside and starts to wipe the cum from between his thighs with some toilet paper. His penis is still there, but it seems significantly smaller. Catching his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he also notices his nipples appear enlarged and very swollen. Is his chest a bit puffy? Worried, he pulls his shirt on over his head. Other than his nipples obviously poking out from under his shirt, it still seems flat like a normal boy's chest. The fabric of the shirt feels rough on his chest though. "Why is this happening to me?" he muses to himself.
