The Contagious Cock, Ch. 1

The Contagious Cock

by Fidget

Chapter 1

I saw her staring at me from across the bar. Normally I wouldn’t pay any attention to another woman, but she had such an intense look in her eyes, almost a hunger, as she stared at me, that I couldn’t help but take notice. I was used to being stared at like that by horny guys, but this was the first time I’d seen that expression on the face of a girl.

I continued nursing my drink, intermittently glancing back over at her, and the look in her eyes eventually shifted to one of internal conflict, biting her lip almost as though she were fighting with herself about something. Apparently the side that was attracted to me won out, because her almost predatory hunger returned with a vengeance, and she stood up and began walking over.

By this point I was already slightly weirded out, but I had plenty of experience rejecting overly enthusiastic suitors of the masculine persuasion in the past, and so it never occurred to me that I should be worried.

She sat down and introduced herself as Angie, and though she didn’t say anything to the effect, it was immediately clear from the way her eyes traveled up and down my body that she was powerfully attracted to me. If anything she was eyeing me like a piece of meat, like she couldn’t care less about who I was as a person as long as she got to use me for sex. I was polite in my responses to her questions, but tried to make it as clear as I could that I didn’t feel the same way about her.

We made small talk for a few minutes, with me continuing to give subtle hints that I wanted to be left alone, and with the banality of her conversation confirming that she only wanted me for my body. It would have been flattering if not for the uncomfortable intensity of her interest; I knew that my physique was pretty nice for a twenty-one year-old college student, slender with my big C-cup breasts and wide hips, and I was showing off quite a bit of skin this evening in my short skirt and skimpy, low-cut top, but it was a bar for goodness sake, and I was enjoying looking a little slutty.

Angie herself was petite and cute to an exaggeratedly girly degree that contrasted so sharply with her current predatory demeanor that it almost gave me whiplash. A few minutes later, in fact, I noticed that she had put a hand down her pants, and was moving it around almost like she was touching herself. This clearly crossed the line, and I was preparing to put my foot down and end the conversation when she abruptly withdrew her hand and reached over and placed it on the bare skin of my arm. I felt a brief sensation of cool, slimy wetness, but before I had a chance to be grossed out or to get angry with her, my skin began to tingle pleasantly where she had touched me. The tingle quickly grew in intensity, and within seconds my thoughts began to get all warm and fuzzy as well.

“Wh-what was that?” I stammered, but by this point I had started to notice just how wonderful and attractive my admirer was. Somehow I had developed an instant crush on this woman who only seconds ago had been making me uncomfortable, and my fascination with her was only getting stronger by the second. My face flushed, and I realized that I was starting to get turned on. Oddly, however, rather than being alarmed by this new development, I found myself growing calmer and more comfortable with the petite cutie’s presence, and just sat back and enjoyed the warm, pleasant glow of my infatuation and the exciting tingle of my arousal. A certainty began to settle over my mind that everything was fine, that nothing bad could happen to me while I was with her.

“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t resist anymore!” I dimly heard the gorgeous vixen say in an apologetic, half-pained voice that contrasted sharply with the dominance of her behavior up to this point. I smiled understandingly as I marveled at her cute button nose, at the perfection of her beautiful face, framed by soft locks of brown hair that grew more luscious in my eyes by the second. I wasn’t exactly sure what she was apologizing for – in fact I was becoming more and more certain by the second that this wonderful goddess was incapable of wrongdoing – but I was sure that whatever it was, my Angel would make it all ok.

I didn’t realize that I had turned to face her and was leaning in toward her body, but I was suddenly glad that I hadn’t worn a bra as my stiff nipples brushed against hers through our thin tops, both of us shivering at the erotic contact, and then the dam broke: Angie’s thin arms reached out and wrapped possessively around me, and I let myself sink into her safe, inviting embrace. My soft curves pressed tightly up against hers, breasts and thighs squished together in delicious contact as my fuzzy head sank into bliss. All was right in the world.

This wonderful new equilibrium couldn’t last forever though. Angie’s embrace was too insistent, too charged with an inexplicably powerful sexual desire for me that had only grown as I succumbed to her charms, and soon I felt her small hands exploring my body, cupping my perky tits and gripping my tight ass where it rested on the barstool, and I shivered again as my Angel moaned her naked desire for me into my ear.

I was incredibly flattered at how badly she wanted me, and, knowing how undeserving I was of her divine attentions, I eagerly followed when she grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the dive bar. I would have followed her anywhere; by this point my generous chest that she’d been staring at all night was practically bursting with the love and adoration I felt for my Angel. My hand began to tingle where the hand that had been down her pants touched it, and I felt myself sink even further into worshipful adoration.

As she opened the door to the dirty bathroom, all I could think about was how lucky I was to have found her, and how thankful I should be for the opportunity to give my new soulmate the physical intimacy that she clearly craved. I giggled drunkenly when she locked the door behind us, and determined that I was going to do whatever I could to make her as happy as her mere presence made me.

Knowing exactly what my Angel wanted from me, I took the initiative and smoothly pulled my top down without hesitation, allowing the twin bulges of my creamy breasts and hard, pink nipples to bounce out into the cool air of the dirty bathroom. I smiled as I reached my hands up to cup them, offering myself to her fully and unreservedly.

I watched, delighted, as the hunger in her eyes grew even stronger as she stared at my naked breasts. I recalled the strange reluctance that she had shown a few minutes earlier to giving in to her lust for me, and I determined to overcome this resistance by any means I could – I had to make myself so irresistible to my Angel that she would have no choice but to use me the way I knew she wanted to. I wanted her to fuck me, I wanted to sate that hunger in her eyes by selflessly sacrificing my body on the altar of her pleasure. I just loved her so much!

My fears, as it turned out, were unfounded – my Angel quickly gave in to her sexual urges, and we lost no time getting down to business. I traced my hands down her heavenly torso as she unzipped her strangely baggy jeans, but when my hands reached her hips, planning to reach inside and caress her delicate womanhood, they unexpectedly bumped into a thick, powerful shaft hanging from her pelvis that twitched from the contact as it continued to rise and harden. Honestly, I would have thought its size comically disproportionate to the rest of her petite body if I’d been able to think of Angie as anything other than perfect in every way, but, rather than be put off by this unexpected turn of events, I instead felt myself practically gush with newfound arousal.