Chapter Eight: Fucking and Findings

Terry's stiff absurdity twitched as Gwen planted her strappy stiletto heels wide apart in the office carpet and bent over the glass desktop. Her long long legs were supple and shapely, drawing his hungry eyes up their luxurious length to the sculpted shelf of her perfect rear-end poking out from under her hiked up mini-skirt.

"Holy shit, Gwen but that ass is amazing." Terry groaned, nearly drooling as he stared at the large damp patch in her purple lace panties where it clung wetly to her womanly mound. "I could bounce quarters off that rump and get change back."

"Focus, Terence. You might get a chance at my ass if you can tame my bossy pussy first." She said, looking sternly back at him over her slender shoulder and giving her tight tooshie an inviting wiggle. "Bernice, kindly get off my employee so he can fuck me with his giant dick."

Bernie gave out a sultry giggle but shook her head vehemently, nearly blinding Terry with her whipping blonde hair. "Nah-uh, no can do. Gotta shield Stud's big hog from the crowd outside or there's going to be a run on his sperm bank."

"That's not going to be a concern when it is buried balls deep inside of me." Miss Gwendoline argued even as Terry watched her legs lengthen a fraction, pushing that lewdly presented backside a few inches higher in the air. "Which is precisely where I expect it to be presently."

"Bitch, do you need to get your eyes checked? Look at the size of that beast, it's nearly as long as your forearm! How are you planning on taking all of that into your dusty old pussy?"

"I am a woman of... Specific tastes and take my word when I tell you that, if anyone in this office is predisposed to taking in an exceptionally large endowment like that..." Gwen stated primly with a fierce gleam in her glittering hazel eyes, "It would be me."

"Ladies, please... You both remember there's a person at the other end of this penis, right?" Terry reminded them, feeling a bit left out of a heated conversation centered around one not-so-little and vitally important part of himself.

Both sets of feminine eyes turned to stare at him uncomprehendingly as though only now remembering he was still in the room which seemed quite rude, all things considered.

"Terence... I don't understand what's holding you back. Don't you want to feel this hot boss cunt stretching out around your huge cock?" Gwen crooned soulfully back to him, gnawing on her plump bottom lip.

Terry wanted to point out that it was Bernie who was quite literally holding him back as she tried to wrangle him into a comfortable position for a quick reach-around but the way the filthy words spilled from those perfect prissy mouth had him hard enough to smash diamonds again in a hurry.

Ah fuck it, Terry could have a long sit and think about the consequences of his horny actions later when he wasn't in a ride or die sexual fantasy with the wicked career-sinking ice-queen who had featured in some very confusing shower thoughts too many times to count.

Wriggling his way free of Bernie's grabby clutches--after a bit of a slap fight to escape her groping hands in a less than masculine display of assertiveness--Terry slipped up behind that slightly larger, slightly rounder peach of an ass and ran a nervous hand across it's firm breadth.

"Are you sure about this? I've not been inside a woman since my, let's say... 'recent growth spurt'." Terry cautioned, delighting in the softness of the purple lace as he slipped the damp gusset to one side. "I could hurt you, Gwendoline."

Gwen's usually stoic schooled expression was becoming heated as she stared at his engorged tip swaying a few scant inches from her slick exposed entrance, a blush dusted her cheeks. "I've been looking for a man as big as you all my life, Terrence. You'd best believe I have trained myself in anticipation of this moment."

Terry just shrugged. He was going to say more but then he remembered that Gwen was kind of a bitch.

While he certainly desired Gwen and had wanted to fuck her stupid for the longest time, Terry didn't particularly like Gwen in light of how she treated had him in the past and other people in general. Nope, this was all fine in Terry's lofty, if biased opinion and when things inevitably got a bit freaky then he had already given her fair warning.

"Knock, Knock?" He asked playfully, tapping his still glistening-wet crown against her lust-swollen lower lips.

"Who's thereeeEEE~!" Gwen's impatient eye-roll and patronizing tone turned into a prolonged squeal and some serious bulging ocular action as Terry pushed a full well-lubricated third of his ridiculous longitude into her dewy prestigious pussy.

Her complexion was smooth and blemish free. Gwen had a body that was feminine, yet athletic, with curves in all the right places. There wasn’t an ounce of unwanted fat on her ass or thighs. She had a tight waist and hips that curved to form a lush, round ass that left Terry spellbound.

Her body was perfectly sculpted, honed by hundreds of hours of yoga and Pilates. Furthermore, it was growing. Parts of his bitchy boss were slowly but noticeably lengthening while others were swelling and expanding in delicious dimensions.

"Hot damn, she actually took that bad boy in." Bernie whistled in admiration, craning her head over Terry's shoulder for a front row view of the action. "Like, I know child-birth is a thing but I didn't think a pussy that small could spread like that."

Terry couldn't argue the point. His breaths came hot and heavy, and his toes curled under the weight of pure ecstasy, lighting up his body like a pinball machine during a multi-ball bonus. His rigid girthy length was so absurd that Terry actually had to shuffle forward a half step to keep feeding it into Miss Gwendoline's tight slick confines, dragging Bernie's burdensome womanly weight along behind him like a lusty, barely clothed superhero's cape.

"That's almost half of it in... how are you doing there, Gwen?" Terry grunted, running his hands up under the hem of her hiked up skirt and sliding it the rest of the way up to bunch around her slim waist. Her perfect ass truly was a masterpiece and Terry grabbed those perfect globes of firm satiny flesh in eager open fingers. "Ready for more? Because I've got a lot more."

"Do it, Terrence. I want you to keep filling me until I can't breathe with your fat cock lodged in my diaphragm." The sultry, usually self-possessed store manager throatily groaned. Her finely manicured hands were clutching the far edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip and her stylish cinnamon hair had fallen over her blushing face. "I promise you I can take it. Now fuck me like you want to kill me, Terence."

Whoa, okay... Terry wasn't sure he wanted go that far but before he could clearly cogitate her filthy request, Miss Gwendoline arched her long spine, bunched her fine shoulder muscles and thrust her luscious booty back into him like the cock-hungry size-queen she was fast revealing herself to be.

"Oh shit!" Terry blurted as the stunning, flexible woman unexpectedly **** another few inches of his immensity into her hot tight honey-hole. He would have staggered backwards from the push but Bernie's stalwart presence at his back kept Terry secured firmly in place as he almost swooned at the unbelievable sensation of Gwen's warm insides stretching and flexing around his lancing man-pole.

"How is that even possible?" Bernie gaped, reaching down to grab Terry's hugeness by the base and counting out the remaining distance to her ex-bosses distended cunt with her hands as her massive cushiony tits pressed into Terry's shoulder blades. "That's... that's just too much. There's no way she should be taking that much in on her first try."

"Ha-ha~ Believe me now, Bernice?" Gwen panted, tucking a dark lock behind her ear to look back at them with a smug grin on her ruby lips. "Like I said, I've been training for this moment since I was a freshman in business school."

She punctuated her point with a little wiggle of her toned hips and a squeeze of her over-stuffed cunt that would have dropped Terry to his knees if he wasn't so firmly latched onto her magnificent rolling rump. Rocking forward she let a sizable amount of him slip back out, drawing out her sweet nectar along with it to coat his titanic shaft before shoving herself back onto Terry again with a long protracted moan of sinful pleasure.

"Oooh... I discovered my personal predilections early in my youth. I experimented with all manner of objects..." Miss Gwendoline huffed, setting a slow deliberate rhythm in their fucking but taking in a little more of Terry's terrific magnitude with each firm backwards push and bounce of her delightful derriere. "Large carrots and courgettes at first. Then cucumbers, the continental variety of course."

"No way..." Bernie gawked down at where the gorgeous woman's proud puffy pussy was inexorably eating up the distance between them and, incidentally, Terry's gigantic member. The sexy blonde giantess had started sliding her soft encircling fingers up and down his remaining length, gathering up Gwen's foaming juices to lather the turgid flesh.

"That was only the beginning, silly girl." Gwen crooned and shuddered excitedly as Terry felt his bulging crown bump against something in her sodden depths. "Aaah~ Terence, that's the spot. Right there, Big Boy."

Terry was tongue-tied and fit to burst out of his own skin as the incredible untouchable beauty below took in an ungodly amount of his enormity. All the while speaking in that cool and collected, if breathless tone as her cock-throttling channel coiled and squirmed around his throbbing width. His mouth went dry when he could have sworn that he was rearranging an organ or two.

"I didn't get truly serious until I got my first job and used my new income... Nnnrgh~ to buy my first Mr Hankey special."

"No fucking way!" Bernie exclaimed incredulously, her pumping fist gaining speed in her excitement. "Not the legendary double extra-large Atlas dildo?"

"No... ooomff~ just a bit more, Terence. I can take a little more." Gwen moaned as she grew precariously close to engulfing him whole. "No, not the Atlas model, I purchased the quadruple extra-large Lampwick Uncut limited edition. The largest, thickest marital aid they produce and by far the largest object to ever stretch out my hungry little pussy... until today."

Terry had no idea what they were talking about, he was seeing stars swim across his vision as Miss Gwendoline's magical muff took in the last of him and she let out a short sigh of gratified relief. Terry couldn't help himself as his engorged knob pressed up against some pliable barrier inside the sensational siren that he prayed wasn't a lung and blew a sticky blast of precum into her fathomless depths.

"Oooh~ Terence, you're so thick and firm. You're hitting all kinds of spots I didn't know I had." Gwen husked, gyrating her sleek hips and taut ass in small circular motions around his base. "Just... mmhmmm~ give me a moment to get used to your size, big guy and then I want you to fuck my bossy brains out."

Terry barely registered the demand as he was busy watching her writhe prettily beneath him, trapped on his monster cock and changing… the long graceful lines of her back elongated and became more defined. Her silky curtain of cinnamon hair gained in volume and inched further down towards the shiny tops of her swelling-yet-tightening butt-cheeks. Her cum-soaked tits exploded out in size from either side of her slender athletic chest which was still pressed hard into the glass desktop.

All from one short burst inside her ecstatically stirred-up internals. Terry wasn't the only one to have noticed either…

“Holy donkey-dick, Terry! Did you see that? Hurry up and fuck the ancient crone. Because I’m calling dibs on sloppy seconds!”