Man With 16-Inch Permanent Erection Struggles to Adjust to Earthly Life

I thoroughly recommend that you first read the opening episode of this continuing story - ‘A Satisfying Abduction’ - in order to acqaint yourself with the original story and characters. This will enable you to completely understand the events in this sequel.

A satisfying Abduction (Part 2 - The Reckoning)

OK. So I had a sixteen inch prick! Great! The only trouble is that I wasn’t warned about the side effects of possessing the whopper that had been granted to me by the Zygonians. Unfortunately it didn’t fold away like cocks on Earth- in fact it didn’t even go limp! It was on a permanent erection - Sixteen bloody inches of it! And if that wasn’t enough it wouldn’t even fold upwards to tie against my stomach. There was no joint at the base near my balls and being constantly erect it stuck out at right angles in front of me like a huge solid meat rapier constantly on guard!

I couldn’t turn over in bed as it prevented me from turning. All I could do was lie on my side with my prick resting on the mattress; if I attempted to turn from lying on my right to lying on my left I had to lift the duvet in order to navigate it over to the left. I couldn’t lie on my back as it towered upwards pushing the duvet sixteen inches into the air, and was most uncomfortable. To cap it all I didn’t get any sleep whatsoever the first night back from the spaceship as my cock was and is for the foreseeable future - rock hard!

The Zygonian men have probably learned to adjust to having a permanent sixteen inch erection - or to put it more succinctly - Twenty seven glissant corbibles! They most probably had always had pricks at permanent erection and were quite use to them. With their women having three breasts and two cunts (explained in Part 1) anything was possible. They must walk around with their cocks sticking out to be admired by their womenfolk. The trouble for me was that I wasn’t a Zygonian and I wasn’t living on Zygon. I was living in England, where having a naked erection sixteen inches in length on permanent view to everyone, could be considered a hindrance.

I got up the first morning and made my embarrassing way down into the kitchen where my mother and two eighteen year old twin sisters were sitting eating their porridge. To say they almost choked on their porridge would be an understatement!

“Good grief Tom!” cried Emily as she spotted my cock protruding from the fly of my pyjamas. Spotted it? She could hardly miss it. I turned sharply to try to explain and slapped Diane across the face with it. My mother was dumbstruck! She stared at my immense appendage with mixed emotions. Half of her was proud of her only son’s enormous dick, but the other half was annoyed at how I had smacked my sister with it.

“What on earth have you done to yourself Tom?” she asked, finally regaining her composure and ability to speak “Can’t you put it away please you are scaring the girls.”
“It ain’t scaring me Mum!” quipped Emily “It’s bloody marvellous! Being the sister of a lad with a prick that size is really going to improve my standing in the village! Come over here Tom and let’s have a close look at it.”

I walked over to her and plonked the full length of it down on the table in front of her.
Diane ducked as I positioned it so the helmet was immediately in front of Emily’s face. She stroked the full length from helmet to balls.
“It’s like bloody iron!” she cried in delight, and banged her spoon on the shaft.
“Hey careful sis, that hurts!” I pulled away causing Diane to duck again as my prick flew over her head, only inches from giving her another smack of rocklike flesh.
I stood in the centre of the room with my nob end waving in front of Emily’s face, and Diane ducking every time I moved.

“You can’t go to work with it like that Tom!” explained mother, yet another expression of the bleeding obvious!
“I know Mum, I bloody know!” She cradled my head on her shoulder as my tears began to flow.
“Can’t you … you know….? She hesitated, finding it difficult to say the words “Can’t you …sort of … play with it … and make it go down?”

My two sisters burst into spontaneous laughter.
“I’ll play with it if you want Tom!” giggled Emily “I bet it spurts loads!”
“Emily!” yelled Mum “Wash your mouth out with soap!”
“That’s it!” cried Diane “let’s wash it hard with soap, at least you’ll have a clean one Tom if it doesn’t work.”

I wanted to explain that it hadn’t gone limp after fucking and cumming in two hundred alien girls on the flying saucer, so it was hardly going to diminish with another ejaculation - soap or no soap! I sat at the table as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders, with my prick towering upwards like a fleshy totem pole.
My sisters didn’t take the situation with any seriousness and had great delight in hitting the shaft of my cock with their empty spoons following each mouthful of porridge.

Fortunately they were only playing and didn’t hit it very hard.
“I’m sorry Mum” Emily continued “but I really think we should try and make it spurt. I’ve always found spurting makes a prick go limp.”
“What do you mean ‘YOU have always found it makes it go limp?” Mum snapped.
“From films and such” my sister hastily attempted to cover herself.
“What type of films have you been seeing my girl?” snapped Mum again.
“Does it really matter Mum?” interrupted Diane “we have got to do something to help him. He can hardly go out of the house with it like that!”
“I know lots of girls who wouldn’t mind him doing exactly that” laughed Emily.

I cringed at the thought of walking around in public with my cock on full display, but agreed that it would be the only solution if we couldn’t get it limp. I didn’t fancy playing with myself, especially as I secretly knew what the outcome on the saucer was. But if the girls wanted to try it I was willing to let them have a go - sisters or not!

Mum also wanted to help her only son, and as there was plenty of room for three hands on my sixteen incher, she positioned her right hand clasping my prick nearest to my balls. Emily, being left handed encircled the shaft next, and stood the other side of my prick so as not to crowd the other two females. Diane took position at my nob end, cupping and squeezing the purple helmet.

“Now we’ve all got to do this in unison girls!” instructed Mum “Squeeze hard as you stroke it back and forth.”

Emily and Diane exchanged knowing glances. Talk about trying to teach your grandmother how to suck eggs. My sisters knew how to wank a cock alright; there was absolutely no doubt about that. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had A levels in it!

The intrepid trio then proceeded to masturbate me in perfect unison. Mum curled a stray finger over my balls and Diane squeezed my nob end at the culmination of each stroke. Emily was quite content with squeezing hard on the shaft and pulling the skin with her hand as she wanked me with considerable expertise. As if things couldn’t get any more complicated the door opened on the tenth or eleventh combined stroke and Aunt Sheila walked in.

“Don’t you ever knock Sheila?” screamed Mum, almost releasing her grip on my cock.
“Didn’t think I needed to Rachel” explained Mum’s younger sister, her yes staring in disbelief at both the size of my prick and the fact that three of her female relatives had their hands clasped along its full length.
“It’s a long story love” Mum tried to explain “Tom woke up with this and we are trying to get it down for him, so he can get off to work.”
“Any room for another hand?” giggled Sheila, pushing her two niece’s hands sideways to give her a vacant piece of my cock shaft.

“Now if this doesn’t work nothing will!” screamed Mum “What I do for my son!”
“What we do for our brother!” Screamed my siblings.
“What I do for my nephew!” laughed Sheila, as she moved her hand in unison with the other women. Four hands to the pump so to speak.

Whatever their expertise or otherwise I began to feel that it was working, with my gasps and moans bringing happy smiles from the girls; who started to wank me even faster. The sensations started in my balls. Tingling like mad with each fantastic stroke of the four tightly gripping female hands. My prick was, if that was actually possible, getting even harder in their multiple grips, and the sensations were spreading throughout my whole body. I gave one final ear splitting yell as I felt myself exploding, and from

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