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  I rolled off of her and tugged at my shorts. Stacy sat up and helped, pulling until my shorts and panties were over my feet. She looked back up, our eyes met, and they both moved down at the same time.

  I gasped in astonishment. What the hell was that?

  Well, to be honest I knew what the hell it was. I'd seen my fair share since that first fumbling night in the bed of Jack Connors' pickup truck a few years back. Let's just say I was more than a little surprised to see one in between my legs. Sticking out from between my legs, I mean. One going in wouldn't be out of the ordinary.

  "Valerie!" Stacy said breathlessly.

  I'd seen enough cocks in my life straining out of boxers, tighty whiteys, boxer briefs, that I knew exactly what that monster was the moment I laid eyes on it. It was even too much for my panties to contain. The head of a massive cock stuck out from the top of my sparkling blue panties, the shaft running down inside that silk material that felt exquisite against this newly grown organ, wherever the hell it had come from. I could make out what was likely to balls down at the bottom as well.

  And it was attached. To me.

  The medallion. That had to be it.

  Wetness seeped out of the tip. Holy Shit. I was leaking precum?

  I wish I could say that the astonishment of seeing a cock sticking out from where there'd been a pussy just that morning was enough to shake me, but the only thing that I could think of at that moment was Stacy standing there staring at it. Stacy in bed with me.

  I had to have her.

  The fire in my cock beat in time with a coldness between my tits. I looked down and realized that the medallion was the source of the coldness. Only the medallion shone with a faint blue glow. That was weird.

  The glowing coming off of the medallion pulsed with a faint light that grew stronger and then ebbed. And that pulsing glow seemed to beat in time with the pulsing I felt in that monster cock that had mysteriously appeared. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I had a feeling this medallion was a lot more authentic, a lot older, and probably a lot more magical than professor Arnold could have possibly imagined.

  But he was wrong about one thing. It definitely didn't belong in a museum. If it was making me feel this great then it belonged right where it was nestled in between my tits.

  I shifted my weight and scrambled up until I was on my knees facing Stacy. She stared, transfixed, at the cock jutting out from between my legs. Hell, if it wasn't sticking out of my body I probably would've stared too. But it was sticking out of my body and the only thing I could think of, the only overriding desire that filled my mind at that moment, was that I needed to use it. On this exquisite creature standing on her knees in front of me.

  I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled. She smiled and held her arms up, that smile disappearing as the shirt went over her face. Lifting the shirt revealed a gorgeous pale stomach. And it was tight and flat. Obviously Stacy spent some time at the gym. Why on earth would she want to cover up this amazing body with those frumpy clothes?

  I continued pulling her shirt up with one hand while I move the other down to run along her stomach tracing a circle around to her belly button.

  Stacy's skin was milky white. A sharp contrast to my tan. But I wanted to devour it. That alabaster skin stood in sharp contrast to the bright purple bra that appeared as I continue lifting. It encased a pair of the most wonderful breasts I'd ever seen in my life, and I'd seen a lot of tits before. Though admittedly this was the first time I looked at a pair of tits with the same sort of appreciation that a guy might give them. Still, they looked wonderful, perhaps just a tad too big for the bra she was wearing and spilling over just slightly. My mouth watered and I wanted to wrap my tongue around her nipples and suck on them.

  And so I did just that. I pushed Stacy down on the bed, not bothering to pull the shirt off all the way and leaving her head wrapped in it. She let out a surprised yelp as I climbed over her, my cock trailing against her thigh and feeling wonderful pressing against her skin. I reached around her back, unsnapped the bra, and pushed it up revealing those amazing tits.

  Stacy's struggling in her shirt turned to a soft moan as I buried my head in between her tits. I kissed up one, and then stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple in a way that I knew drove me crazy. Then I moved to the other and sucked it in, swirling my tongue around her areola. I never understood the male fascination with a good pair of tits up until now, although I was more than happy for the attention, but I was starting to see what all the fuss was about. This felt fucking amazing, and it made my cock twitch every time my mouth made contact with her body.

  Muffled moans turned actual moans. I looked up and saw Stacy looking down at me with her shirt tossed to the side. Apparently she'd broken free while I was attacking her tits. She smiled a cute little smile that I took for an invitation and so I climbed up until our faces were even with each other.

  Then it was my turn to moan as I felt her hands grasping my cock, moving up and down in a jerking motion that I had done so many times before with my boyfriends, but somehow it felt so much more amazing when it was my body.

  Stacy's eyes widened in her mouth hung open as she looked up at me. "What the hell is happening to you?"

  "I don't know Stacy," I said. "All I do know is that your hand feels fucking amazing on my cock."

  I had my suspicions, all of them centering around the medallion that hung down from my body and pressed against Stacy's skin. But I wasn't in the mood to share those suspicions at just this moment. They were crazy thoughts, though then again I wasn't sure what the threshold for crazy was anymore considering I was laying on top of my hot study partner with a cock in between my legs that hadn't been there just hours before.

  But now wasn't the time for thinking. Now was a time for doing. And I knew exactly who I wanted to do.

  I continued in my role as the aggressor. I moved her hands to my shirt and she took the hint. She lifted exposing my tits. I reached around and unsnapped my bra. The urgent need to feel my skin pressing against her was too great. I shrugged off my bra as she pulled the shirt over my head, my tits hardening and straining for Stacy once they were free.

  I leaned forward and pressing my hungry lips against Stacy. This time I was more insistent than earlier, opening my mouth and running my tongue against her lips. She took the hint and with a moan she opened her mouth and our tongues were dancing around one another again. I pressed my body against hers as we kissed, exulting at the sensation of our tits pressing together and wondering why I hadn't ever tried this before, even when I didn't have a certain piece of equipment down below.

  Speaking of.

  Stacy kept up her jerking motion and I felt a strange tingle starting at the base of this newly grown cock. It was a surprising sensation, one that made me feel lightheaded even as the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. It felt almost, but not quite, like the sensation when I was about to go over the edge. It felt good. Not better, but still amazing for its newness.

  Even though this was my first time taking the thing out for spin I had a good idea what was about to happen. And from my experience with other guys, once that happened I might not be ready to go again for a little while. Reasoning that I wanted to enjoy this a little more, I reluctantly reached down and pulled Stacy's hand away from my cock.

  "Is something wrong?" Stacy asked.

  "Nothing," I said. "I just need to feel your pussy around my cock more than I need to feel your hand around my cock right now."

  "Oh fuck," Stacy said.

  I moved my hand down and undid the buttons on her shorts. It felt so weird to be undoing someone shorts like this and not feel a bulge. I was so used to playing with my boyfriends cock, and this was a different experience feeling the swell of her mound as I pulled her shorts down rather than having a cock springing up to attention. As her panties were revealed to me I could see dampness gathered in between her legs of that sent a fresh wave of arousal through my body and straight down to
the tip of my cock.

  "Oh God Stacy, you're so fucking hot."

  I practically ripped her panties, sparkling blue pair that looked amazing on her wonderful ass, as I yanked them down her legs. Her pussy lips looked good enough to eat, but there was no time for that now.

  I had to have her.

  I paused for a moment at the head of the bed, staring at her body laid out before me, watching her watching me through those sexy glasses.

  We definitely needed to give her a makeover after this. It was a crime to hide something so amazing from the world. But in the meantime I wanted this amazing body all to myself.

  Stacy pulled one leg up, even as the other stayed flat against the bed. She bit her lip and brought a finger up to her mouth. She looked almost hesitant, and it was so fucking sexy. I had to fuck her.

  Right now.

  I fell on top of her, my flat tanned stomach pressing against her flat milky white stomach, our breast pressing together, hers slightly larger than mine and amazing. And I felt the sensation that was unlike anything I'd ever felt before in my life, but at the same time was just as wonderful as anything I'd felt with my pussy. The head of my cock pressed against her pussy lips in a reversal of something I'd felt a many times before with various boyfriends. It felt so fucking wonderful. Not better than when I was the one getting fucked, just different. And maybe a little hotter because it was such a different experience.

  I have to admit I wasn't quite sure how to proceed. Sure I'd done this lots of times before, but I was always on the receiving end and I was always the one that was helping to guide things in rather than trying to push things in. Thankfully Stacy reach down and wrapped her hands around my cock again, guiding me to her entrance.

  Flashes went off in front of my eyes as the head of my cock sank inside her pussy. Her lips wrapping around my cock head felt exquisite. It was so tight, so wet, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I moaned as I pressed more of that hard rod into her eagerly waiting pussy.

  "Oh God Stacy, you're so fucking tight," I said.

  Stacy gasped and her mouth worked silently for a moment before she finally managed to get out a few strangled words out. "And you're so fucking big Valerie, that feels so amazing."

  I suddenly understood that frustrating urge all the guys I'd been with had to just shove their dick inside me as quickly as possible. This felt so amazing, and I wanted to feel all of it right away. But those less than satisfactory experiences left me hesitant to do that no matter how much I wanted to. I needed to make sure this felt amazing for both of us.

  Not to mention this thing was so big that I wasn't sure whether or not I would be able to fit it all inside this tight hottie writhing underneath me.

  Apparently Stacy didn't have any such worry from the way she was thrusting her hips up to meet my thrust down. And so I decided fuck it, I'm going to fuck it. I pressed in slowly but insistently, reveling in the sensation as the muscular walls of Stacy's pussy clamped around my cock, and then I was bottomed out inside her.

  I looked down into her eyes. Her tits were rising and falling rapidly as she took in short little gasps. I had to concentrate on my own breathing to keep from passing out. This was all so new, so amazing, and the sensations were threatening to overwhelm me.

  "Fuck me," Stacy said. "Just fuck me."

  I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her how amazing this was. How this was one of the most intense feelings I'd ever experienced. But instead I decided what I really wanted to do was comply with her request.

  I pulled my cock out and thrust in. Stacy let out a gasp, and I let out a moan of my own. God that felt amazing. I pulled out and bottomed out again.

  It was odd the things I noticed. The way Stacy's head was thrown back, her mouth slightly open. Her tits jiggling every time I thrust. I continued moving in and out, luxuriating in the sensation of those velvet walls wrapped around my cock. Feeling the wetness of a hot pussy in an entirely new way wrapped around this massive organ designed to take pleasure from it.

  I'd fully intended to take things slow, to enjoy myself and make sure Stacy had a good time, but a moment later I was plowing that massive cock in and out of her pussy as fast as I could go. What was wrong with me? But I was a woman possessed.

  The bed squeaked underneath us. Stacy moaned with each thrust, and my own moans added to the mix to create a symphony of fucking that nearly overwhelmed me. I could smell the faint smell of whatever perfume she was wearing, the lotion on her skin, the smell of her pussy, the lingering taste of her mouth against mine. Which reminded me. I leaned down for another kiss as my cock bottomed out inside her again.

  My tits hung down, bouncing in time with hers and brushing against hers every time I thrust inside her.

  I felt a tingle at the base of my newly grown cock. It was similar to what my own orgasms felt like, but different. It still felt fucking amazing though. I figured that meant that I was only moments away from blowing my load inside her. Assuming I had a load to blow? The thought that I might actually be able to knock Stacy up by cumming inside her crossed my mind for one worried moment, but the pleasure and sensation I was feeling was so intense that I just didn't care.

  I could be bothered with the reproductive repercussions of growing a magic ancient Roman dick after I'd finished fucking her.

  Ha. I briefly wondered if that was how guys thought when they insisted they didn't want to use a condom? But then the orgasm washed over me and it was all I could do to hang on for dear life.

  "Oh God, I'm coming." I screamed.

  Stacy threw her head back and let out a series of loud moans of her own as her pussy clamped around me. I felt her body shaking and realized that she must have gone over the edge as well.

  That was it. I buried my cock inside her and felt an odd twitching sensation. Each twitch was accompanied by a jolt of pleasure that ran the length of my cock and sent a wave of heat running through my body. God that felt fucking amazing. Stars danced in front of my vision, and things went black around the edge. For a moment I worried I was on the verge of losing consciousness once again.

  Then the blasts of pleasure slowed, and the twitching stopped.

  I paused on top of Stacy, still enjoying the sensation of my cock buried in her pussy, and concentrated on breathing. Concentrated on maintaining consciousness. Concentrated on the amazing feeling of her body underneath mine and my cock buried inside her.

  Stacy leaned up and kissed me, a peck on the lips that quickly turned to more as our eyes closed, our mouths opened, and our tongues went into their dance once more. I enjoyed the kiss for a moment before a wave of fatigue overtook me. I rolled over on my side and stared up at the dorms ceiling. I rolled over on my side and stared up at the bottom of my roommates bunkbed.

  Shit. It was lucky for us that Nicole didn't come home in the middle of that. As I was coming off of the high of that orgasm some of the implications of what just happened were starting to hit me.

  "So was a good for you?" I asked.

  "That was fucking amazing Valerie," Stacy said. "But what made that happen?"

  I held up the medallion, though the faint blue glow was gone.

  "I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but I think this medallion has something to do with it," I said.

  "You said that was in the museum. What were you talking about?" Stacy asked.

  "It was part of one of the displays," I said. "But as soon as I put it on it was like no one could remember seeing it in the museum."

  Stacy reached out to touch it, running a finger around its contours and over the image of Venus on the front.

  "Well if this is accursed artifact or something," Stacy said. "That's one hell of an amazing fucking curse."

  "I know," I said. "Now if only I could figure out how the damn thing actually works."

  Stacy reached over the edge of the bed and rummaged in her backpack. A moment later she had her phone in hand.

  "I could do some research on it. Maybe try and figure out w
here that came from," she said.

  "Sure," I said.

  Nicole brought her phone around and snapped a couple of pictures, one with the medallion facing up with the woman's face, and the other with that feminine face that had the beard on it. It was only after a moment that I realized she'd position the medallion just in between my cleavage so that while she was taking a picture for her "research" purposes she was also getting a great shot of my tits.

  "You pervert," I said. Not that I minded. It was hardly the first time someone had taken a picture of my tits, and I doubted it would be the last.

  She grinned. "Gotta have a little fun along with my research," she said.

  As I watched her standing there, still completely naked with her phone in hand staring at my tits, I felt a stirring down below. I looked down and saw that my cock was starting to grow. Interesting. Usually they guys I was with needed a little more time to recover, but I felt like I was already prepared for round two.

  The only problem was Stacy seemed completely preoccupied with staring in the at the medallion on her screen.

  "This is fascinating," she said. "I'm going to check the library and see if there's any record at all of anything like this."

  "That sounds fun," I purred and giving her my best seductive glance. "But why don't you join me here for a minute?"

  Stacy glanced up but barely seem to register what I was doing, spreading out with my tits pressing towards her aching for her touch and my stirring cock pointing directly at her. Remember what I said earlier about her being completely oblivious to social cues? Well it looks like I was getting the ass end of that right now.

  My eyes widened in astonishment as she started throwing on clothes, still talking the entire time.

  "I wonder if any of the professors in the antiquities department might know something about this? Of course I'd have to be careful about what part of the picture I showed them." She grinned.