Little Shelly Part 2

Hello All,

Quite some time ago I read Rockhead's story "Little Shelly" and I loved it. I waited patiently for a sequel, but when none was forthcoming, I PMed Rockhead to see if I could continue it myself. Well, I messaged him on Dec. 24th, and have yet to hear back, so I went ahead and wrote part 2 anyway. It's my first attempt at writing, so be gentle with the critism please. I hope you all enjoy it! There are plans for more, but we'll see what I have time for.

Shelly awoke in a haze; the first thing her sleep-addled brain understood were feelings of cold and wet. She lay still for a few moments trying to remember where she was, what had happened to her, and what had woken her up. As the fog slowly cleared from her mind she recognized that she was in her room: in her house in her small New Hampshire town. Her second realization was that she had been jolted back to consciousness by the voicemail alert on her cell phone.

Knowing that her parents were supposed to call her soon to make plans for going out to dinner, she jumped up from her bed to grab her phone off her desk. That’s when the third realization hit her like a freight train. She felt a heavy weight swinging between her legs and bouncing off her thighs, almost to her knees. Confused, Shelly stopped her dash toward her desk, and looked down. Nothing in her fourteen years of life had prepared her for what she saw. Her cock was swinging heavily even now that she was stopped, its momentum keeping it going like a pendulum. As she looked at it, it took a few moments for the shock to register in her brain, “My God, it’s gigantic!”

Shelly had been born a hermaphrodite, and so the fact that she had a penis between her legs was no shock, it was the sheer size of what was there that numbed her mind. She had had a huge growth spurt over the summer while she was working on her uncle’s ranch out west, and her cock had grown right along with the rest of her. To her still sleep-slowed brain the sight before her did not jive with the product of the growth spurt, the last time she remembered seeing it, it had been large yes, six inches totally flaccid, and slightly narrow. It was the perfect cute cock to fit her perfect cute features, generous chest, and perfectly smooth skin. But, since she had been surrounded by people all summer, she’d had no chance to masturbate, and had kept her wobbly worm tightly encased in her panties and spandex shorts underneath her work clothes.

As she stared at the monstrous piece of meat between her legs, the memories of arriving home that afternoon and having the house to herself came crashing down on her mind. Now fully awake, Shelly’s stare became unfocused and she murmured breathily, “Fifteen inches…”

She was jerked from her reverie by a powerful throb from her cock, and she saw it bounce and start swinging again. She began to reach down to g