Pinocchio's Lengthening Lies

In a dimly lit tavern on the edge of town, Pinocchio leaned against the bar, his wooden joints creaking under the weight of his latest tall tale. Lila, a sharp-eyed carpenter with a reputation for calling out fools, slid onto the stool beside him. "So, puppet boy," she said with a smirk, "you claim you've never lied to a woman? That nose of yours might not grow, but I bet something else does when you stretch the truth." Pinocchio chuckled, already feeling the familiar twitch. "Me? Lie? I'd never tell a beauty like you that your eyes sparkle like stars just to get closer." His cock stirred, hardening and lengthening an inch beneath his trousers as the fib slipped out. Lila's gaze dropped knowingly, her strong hand brushing his thigh. "Witty, aren't we? Let's test that. Say you don't want to fuck me right now, and watch what happens." He swallowed, horny as hell. "I don't want your wet pussy dripping on my cock," he lied boldly. It grew another two inches, hard and insistent. Lila laughed, pulling him into the back room. "Strong women don't beg, puppet. But they do ride liars like you." She shoved him against the wall, freeing his now-elongated cock, and wrapped her lips around it for a teasing blowjob. Pinocchio panted, sweating as she took him deep. "Admit you lied about wanting this," she demanded between strokes. "Never," he gasped, his cock surging longer inside her mouth. Lila stood, hiking up her skirt to reveal her dripping pussy, and impaled herself on him. "Then lie more, and let's see how big you get while I fuck you." They moved together, her ass slapping against him as she rode hard. "I hate how your tight pussy feels," he lied, cock throbbing to new lengths. Lila moaned, clenching around him. "Keep lying, boy—make it grow until you fill me." He came with a grunt, cum spilling as she climaxed too, both panting and sweating. Lila dismounted with a wicked grin. "This is just the start of your real boy lessons."