Page 4 of Busting Nuts
I rub the oil over the handle, and I can feel his wooden dick pushing into my bare thigh. The thought makes me giggle as I massage the oil into the handle. After a few more swipes, the vibrating stops and Hans jerks in my lap. I feel something warm running down my bare thigh and I wonder if I’ve put too much oil and it’s spilled down the sides. I turn Hans on his back and blink in confusion.
“What the—” I stop talking when I see a thick white cream dripping from Hans’ hard cock. It made a mess on my thigh right where he was pressed against it, but it can’t be what I think it is. Can it?
I swipe my fingers through it, and for reasons I can’t explain, I bring it to my nose and smell it. “Is… is this icing?”
The scent of it is like a sugar cookie, and I’m even more confused. Against all my better judgment, I bring my fingers to my lips and taste it.
“Holy shit, it’s icing. How did a nutcracker just cum icing?”
I’m holding on to Hans with my other hand, and when I turn him all the way over, the handle on his back pops free with a gentle click. The vibrations begin again, but this time they are so fierce that I can’t hold on to him. I drop Hans on the couch next to me and then jump back when he begins to writhe around.
“Oh holy night,” I whisper to myself as not only does Hans vibrate, but he begins to grow.
With every second that passes, he becomes bigger and bigger and bigger. I slowly back away until I hit the wall behind me and I’ve got nowhere else to escape to. I crane my neck back as Hans grows to what has to be over ten feet tall and then stops.
There is a gigantic nutcracker that’s come to life in my living room, and I almost faint as he turns his head in my direction and says my name.
Chapter Three
CLARA
“Clara.” The deep voice rumbles over me, but I can’t speak.
He’s ten feet tall, completely naked, and… hard. His cock that seemed so ridiculous before is enormous and pointing right at me. The creamy tip is shiny, and his walnuts, as in actual nuts, have grown to the size of grapefruits.
“Wh-what?” That’s all I can manage to say as I stand there completely aghast at what I’m seeing.
Hans doesn’t move like a nutcracker as he steps closer to me. He’s agile like a human, and his body is controlled. His mouth is different now and instead of the gap for crushing nuts, he’s got lips and a tongue. I know this because he licks his lips as he approaches me.
“My Clara,” he says as he moves ever so close.
My fight or flight executive function has failed me today because all I can do is stand there frozen as he cages me against the wall. If I wanted to, I could reach out and touch him as he plants his closed fists on the wall on either side of my head.
He bends his head, and his eyelids lower as he inhales deeply. “Mine.”
The one word rattles me like a string of jingle bells, and yet, something warm tingles along my spine.
“Hans,” I say softly as I take a deep breath and try to make sense of this. He appears to be carved from wood, but now that I’m this close, I can see the smooth texture of his body has changed to something closer to skin.
“I ache.” This time he growls when he says it, and I snap my mouth shut. “Need.”
The hunger in his eyes is clear, and I glance down to see his thick cock demanding attention. It’s a weight between us as it bobs up and down, begging for me to touch him.
“My Clara.”
This time when he says my name, it’s like a purr as he leans close. I turn my head to the side, but it doesn’t stop him. Instead, he presses his nose against my neck and inhales again. It sends that hot wave of pleasure down my back, and now I’m the one that’s vibrating.
“Please.” The word escapes me, but I have no idea what I’m asking for. Please stop? Please don’t stop? Please tell me I’ve hit my head and this is all a hallucination?
His warm breath teases along my neck, and then I feel his tongue glide over the spot just below my ear. As terrified as I am, a moan escapes me, and I can feel my panties getting wet. Were there drugs in his icing cum? Is that the reason I’m so turned on and I can’t control myself?
“Must taste you.” Hans says it like an order, and I brace myself for him to lick me again. When he drops to his knees in front of me, I’m confused. “Must taste your sugar.”
It still doesn’t click what he means until he reaches for my pajama shorts. “Hans!” I try to push his hands away, but it’s no use. Even though they feel real, they might as well be solid oak trees because they don’t budge.
Before I can react or do anything, he’s ripped off my shorts and panties and is prying open my legs. I’m pressed against the wall with nowhere to go, and it’s all happening so fast.
“Hans, wait!”