The Bigger They Are (11 page)

“Don’t tell me that’s it, baby. I think you can take the whole thing,” Tony said.

David nodded and wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth. God, yes, he wanted to see her take more of that cock. He wanted to see her take all of it.

But Jo just stared at him with a blank, bewildered face. It was hard to tell how much of Tony’s cock was inside her by then. It had to be several inches, that was certain. He was working his hips back and forth slowly, now, and whether or not Jo was still feeling the discomfort of being stretched, a little bit more of his cock pushed into her each time.

Jo’s arms had been propped behind her on the desk to hold her up, but they finally gave out and she lay flat on her back. Tony bent her legs back and used his hands to cup under her ass and lift her off the desk to a height that gave him a better angle to drive his cock into her.

Finally, David could resist no longer. He reached down to rub the bulge of his erection through the front of his slacks. This strange man was driving his monstrous cock into his delicate young wife. How could any normal man be expected to resist that sight for as long as he had?

The only one who noticed was Phyllis, and when she looked across the office at him and saw his hand moving furiously over the crotch of his slacks, she smiled. He was only slightly relieved that she wasn’t going to make a huge thing out of it in front of Tony and Jo.

The door opened and David jumped, nearly high enough to hit the ceiling. He jerked his hand away from the front of his slacks. A young man with blonde hair poked his head into the office.

“Hey boss. Where’d you put the keys?” he said.

“On the wall,” Tony grunted, and nodded toward the opposite wall.

The young blonde man walked across the office to get the keys. He smiled at Phyllis, but didn’t seem to notice David. Nor did he seem to be affected by the sight of Tony fucking the hell out of a young woman on his desk. He grabbed the keys off the hook on the wall and was gone again.

David stared at the door. Who the hell was that? And did Tony fuck women on his desk so frequently that no one who came into the shop was surprised when he did? Judging by the disinterested look on Phyllis’ face and the casual way she was watching, that was probably the case.

Tony was pounding his cock into Jo’s pussy. Her legs hung limp over his arms, and she stared blankly at the ceiling, as if she was too delirious to do anything about the assault. Her head rolled side to side and she moaned like she had been drugged. Tony’s cock was almost entirely buried in her pussy and her soft, pink lips had been stretched much further than normal to allow it in.

Tony’s hips pumped back and forth and when he started to cum, his body jerked and his back arched so that his head tilted way back, like he was groaning in anger at the ceiling.

He grunted two or three times and slammed his hips forward each time. His cock hammered even deeper into Jo’s pussy, but if she felt it or if she was even cumming herself, she didn’t show it. She continued to moan and roll her head side to side.

A thick, white fluid began to leak from her slit, around the shaft of Tony’s cock, and dripped on the desk. He jerked his hips back. His cock flopped out of her pussy and slapped on her belly with a wet smack. Immediately, a flood of cum followed it and spread over the desk and dripped off the edge.

Tony grunted and his back spasmed, and a long, thick rope of white cum shot out of the end of his cock, arched over Jo’s prone form like the trail of a comet across the night sky, and came down on her with a splat.

She yelped and flinched. It landed in her hair and on her face, and on her beautiful new outfit. Tony’s cock pointed up at an angle. It twitched and spat out another stream of cum that extended like a rope from the tip, all the way to the other end of the desk. Jo’s wide eyes watched it come down, and she squeezed them shut.

Tony grunted and jerked twice more, and twice more shot a thick load of cum across the desk and on top of Jo. Finally, his cock stopped firing like a hose and the last of his cum oozed from his cock onto her belly where her skirt was bunched at her hips.

The room had become very quiet, except for Tony’s panting. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Beside him, Phyllis had a huge grin.

“God damn, Tony. That was fucking fantastic. How come you don’t fuck me like that more often?” she said.

Tony let Jo’s legs slip from his arms. He backed out from between her legs.

“I used to, remember? You told me to stop before I killed you.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot,” Phyllis said.

Jo lifted herself off the desk and sat up. She had a dazed look in her eyes. The front of her dark outfit was soaked. Her hair was matted and sticky, and Tony’s cum dripped from her nose and her chin. She blinked a couple of times.

“Wh-What happened?”

Phyllis snorted.

“Dear, you just got the best fucking you’ll ever get,” she said, and glanced at David.

He didn’t respond. She didn’t need to try to make him feel humiliated. That was the best part of the whole show. But despite himself, he started to grin. What would it be worth to see Phyllis get fucked like that?

Tony pulled up his pants, tucked his huge cock away, and fastened the zipper and the buckle. He took Jo’s hand and helped her off the desk. The blobs of cum that fell on her belly and whatever was still leaking from her slit ran down her legs, which were wobbly and unsteady. David stepped up to her side and took her other hand, with one arm around her waist.

“Steady, dear. Just go slow,” he said, and guided her toward the door.

“Listen. Thanks for the great fuck, baby,” Tony said and kissed the back of Jo’s hand.

She pulled her skirt down to cover herself. Her panties were nowhere in sight. She looked into Tony’s face and smiled.

“Thank you. It was ... good,” she said.

Her voice was still a little hoarse, and her legs were still too weak to hold her up.

Tony opened the door for them.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who is this client of yours? The one with the eight inch cock?”

David stopped Jo at the door.

“He goes by the name William,” he said, and grinned when Tony’s eyebrows arched up.

The Intern

Her boobs were too big. Way too big. Maggie was standing in the bathroom, naked from the waist up, with a towel around her hips. The hot steam from the shower left a ring of condensation around the edges of the mirror over the sink, and she stared at her reflection with a frown on her face.

Her long, dark hair was combed straight back on her head, and hung to the middle of her back. She was beautiful, wasn’t she? Everyone always told her how beautiful she was. She smiled at her reflection. She got her features from her Mom. It was no wonder she was beautiful.

So where did she get her huge boobs? She cupped them in her hand and hefted them. Her Mom didn’t have 38 double D’s. They used to fit in her hands. Now they swelled out over her fingers like a pair of overfilled waterballoons.

She released them and they jiggled. She sighed. Her shoulders slumped. It didn’t matter how pretty her face was when she had those grotesquely huge things hanging from her chest.

She turned to go out of the bathroom to the bedroom of the small apartment. It was hard to ignore the way her oversized boobs jiggled and swayed when she walked, especially without her heavy bra.

In the bedroom, she put her hands on her hips. Her boyfriend, Gabe, was asleep on the mattress on the floor, snoring. He had dark, curly hair and a long, slender body. A streak of sunlight shined through the blinds onto his head, like he was a blessed angel.

She sighed again. One day, when she finished med school, she was going to spend some money and buy a good bed, and she was going to have a nice apartment to put it in. She cocked her head to the side. When she got that far in life, would Gabe still be with her?

His long legs were twisted in the sheet, and he was wearing only his white briefs. She smiled. He had a pretty good tent poking out the front of those shorts. He must have been having a pretty good dream.

Her smile drooped and turned into a frown. Was he dreaming about her, or that girl he was always talking to down at the diner? Her frown became an angry snarl. She hated that bitch. She was going to have to do something to make sure his mind was on her, and not that skinny bitch with the frizzy red hair.

Maggie crawled onto the mattress, being careful not to wake Gabe. She pulled down the front of his white briefs. His erection popped out like a jack-in-the-box, and she smiled. He had such a good looking penis, so healthy and pink. She just wished it could be a little bigger.

She kissed the head. He mumbled and she paused. Was that going to wake him up? He snored, and she smiled. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head. He moaned between his soft, gentle snores.

She closed her mouth over the end of his hard penis and moved her head up and down. She moaned and he moaned with her. It felt good sliding over her tongue, and moving in and out between her lips.

She had a good sized penis. But what she really would have liked was to find one of those guys with a really huge dick that she had heard about. She’d really like to know how it felt to have something like that sliding over her tongue, deep into her mouth, stretching her lips open.

Gabe moaned a little louder and stirred. He lifted his head. His sleepy eyes blinked. He rubbed them and looked at her, with his hard penis in her mouth.

“Maggie?” he said in a low, mumbled, sleepy voice.

“Morning sleepy head,” she said.

She smiled and pumped his dick in her hand.

He lifted himself on his elbows. His eyes were still sleepy, and only half-open.

“What’s going on?” he said.

Maggie sat up. She slipped the towel from around her waist and straddled him with her legs.

“It’s time to get up. You’re gonna be late for work.”

She reached down between her legs and guided his hard penis to her warm, wet slit. She lowered herself on it. Gabe groaned and rolled his eyes up and dropped back on the bed.

“Aw fuck, that feels so good,” he said.

Maggie leaned forward and put her hands on the mattress on either side of his head. She moved her hips up and down slowly. His penis felt good sliding in and out of her. She closed her own eyes, and had a warm, glowing smile on her lips.

Again, she imagined a guy with a really long, fat, hard cock pushing up inside her, stretching her open. How deep would it go? Would it feel good, or would it hurt too much? She shivered. Why was she so anxious to find out? She had Gabe. Shouldn’t she be satisfied with him?

His hands came up and closed over her boobs. He squeezed, and she bit her lip, trying not to groan out loud. She didn’t want him to know how ashamed she was. She sat up and put her hands over his.

“God, baby, I love your tits,” he said.

She opened her eyes. He was looking right at them, and his hands kneaded them like he was making pizza dough.

She squeezed her eyes shut. She was so embarrassed. Guys had a way of focusing on them, so much that she couldn’t even have a regular conversation with a guy without him trying to check them out. It made her feel like ... a freak.

* * * *

Maggie put the bottle of water on the black and white tiled floor between her feet and rubbed her temples. Her head was down, and her eyes were squeezed shut. The bright fluorescent lights didn’t help the throbbing in her head, and no matter how hard she squeezed her eyes shut, she could not make it dark enough.

“Come on, Maggie. We have patients to see,” Dr. Denso said.

She lifted her head and peeled her eyes open. He was standing at the counter of the lobby area of the VA clinic, writing on someone’s chart.

“Yes sir,” she said, and forced herself to smile.

She picked up the water bottle and took a drink. It was cool and refreshing, but she was going to need something stronger, like a beer. She’d have to get one tonight when she had dinner with Gabe, whenever that would be.

Dr. Denso smacked the pen down on the counter.

“Now, let’s get going,” he said.

He started walking to the examination rooms. She looked at the clock over the door in the lobby, where all the other patients were waiting. Was it only three in the afternoon? She groaned and scowled. These volunteer days at the VA clinic could be rough, rougher than being an intern at the hospital. It didn’t help that she had to work with Dr. Denso. He had to be the biggest asshole she’d ever met.

She followed him into exam room number three. He went straight to the sink to wash his hands. She paused just inside the door, too surprised to move. Sitting on the exam table was a good looking guy who looked like he wasn’t much older than her. She was used to seeing men who were old enough to be her father, or even her grandfather.

But what surprised her the most was that he was completely naked, except for the bandage on his left knee, and the towel over his waist. When he looked at her and smiled, her insides melted.

“Now, Tony. How’s that leg feeling?” Dr. Denso said.

He dried his hands with a paper towel and turned to face the young man. His grin dropped.

“Feeling better, Doc,” Tony said, and touched the bandage on his knee.

“Maggie, our patients don’t have to get undressed all the way,” he said, and looked at her with an angry scowl.

She opened her mouth to try to tell him she didn’t give him that instruction, but he turned away before she could say anything.

“Now, let’s have a look at that wound,” Dr. Denso said.

He helped Tony scoot back on the examination table so he could extend his leg.

“Maggie? Would you get this bandage off for me?” Dr. Denso said.

“Yes Doctor.”

She put on a pair of latex gloves and pulled the stool up to the examination table, where she could reach his leg. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t keep her eyes off this fine looking man. He wasn’t lanky and skinny like Gabe, but muscular and athletic. But then, what else would she expect from a soldier?