Chapter Six: Home Cummings
"There it is. I fucking knew it!"
Terry barely registered Amy's eureka moment as he was still reeling from the wash of animal arousal that had blasted out from the epicenter of his engorged extremity. Apparently he wasn't the only one who felt it either; all four titanic women crowding the living space had fallen to hands and knees, and were now eyeing him like stalking wildcats.
"Wha--what was that?" He groaned, feeling a confusing mix of lightheadedness and billy goat randiness. "And where does it keep coming from?"
"It's you, Tiger. Bernie and I both felt it through the floor this morning." Amy murmured thoughtfully, her gaze fixed like superglue to his massive, throbbing member. "Some part of you is calling to us..."
"The
biggest,
most
beautiful
part of you." Bernie agreed huskily, crawling around in front to rub her cute nose and cheeks against his angry knob. The damn thing was the size and color of a candy apple.
"I've been meaning to address this 'beautiful' business concerning my dick..." Terry lifted a finger for attention before Miss Gwendoline interrupted him as she joined the face-stropping blonde.
"It's more than simply beautiful, Bernice." The cinnamon-haired MILF corrected, peppering kisses along the girthy shaft. She was going to be at it for a bit if she intended to smooch his entire length. "Terrence's big boy cock is
strikingly gorgeous
at the very least."
Terry lowered his raised digit and concluded that he needed to work on timing his arguments better. Like, maybe not when his man pole was weaving and waving out in the wind. That one was on him.
"The point I am trying to make is that it emits some sort of psionic pulse... or maybe
pull
is the better word for it." Amy mused, quickly regaining her grip on Fiona's flowing, ginger ponytail as the young yoga bunny tried to dart past her on all fours to get at Terry. "Either way it is drawing us to you as though it has a psychic gravity all of its own."
"Are you saying that our Stud's donkey dick is magic?" Bernie slurred, tonguing his dilated slit and gathering up the creamy spend drooling out of it. "Because I could have told you that yesterday. For free. Gratis."
"I felt it in my office yesterday too." Miss Gwendoline, chimed in between phallic kisses. "Somehow I knew then that Terrence had the giant cock I had been searching for my entire life."
"Cock... cock..." Fiona blurted, her small chin pulled up as she strained at Amy's hold like a dog on a leash. "Why won't you gimme that capital D already?"
"Such a greedy girl." Amy rebuked, leaning back to land a crisp slap on the redhead's pert rear and making her yelp. "Be patient. You'll get all you can handle and more soon enough."
Realization began to dawn on Terry even as a feral lust boiled the blood in his arteries like a shot of nitro into a revving engine.
"Wait, Baby, you were planning for this?" He gasped, even as Bernie practically unhinged her jaw to suck in his corpulent crown. "Then why did you send me and Bernie away this morning? You had to know we wouldn't find anything at the store."
Amy grinned wolfishly, like a comic book villain about to launch into their practiced monologue. "Know? No... but I suspected there wasn't anything to find there. Your strange gift had affected me before you ever left for work that morning. That was why I came home early, remember? I sent you back to EzyWay Electronics to give me time to test a theory on this teasing brat and to collect
her."
She nodded her head towards Miss Gwendoline whose tongue was lashing wet lines over Terry's veiny shaft as she pulled at her hard rubbery nips through the torn black mesh top draped across her huge perfect tits.
"We're going to need her sharp business mind and cut-throat negotiating skills to make my plan work, Tiger." Amy continued smugly, slowly allowing Fiona to tug the two of them closer like an angler letting out line for a hooked trout. "I did say she had a crush on you."
"Well if she didn't before, she certainly does now." Terry groaned as the upscaled size-queen in question jostled with Bernie for the prized position, lip-locked around his bulbous tip. "Care to share the rest of your grand, machiavellian scheme, Love?"
"Certainly." His brilliant, beautiful fiance beamed with pride as her smoky eyes burned with hedonistic desire centered entirely on him. "From what I can tell from initial testing, your ejaculate--"
"Wondercum! We should call it Wondercum!" Bernie exclaimed excitedly through sticky lips, before realizing she had relinquished her place of pride on his monster dick for Miss Gwendoline to steal the cum-sucking lead. "Hey, no fair. I was busy contributing..."
"Your
ejaculate
makes women stronger, healthier and more robust." Amy continued, ignoring the pouting blonde's sordid suggestion. "I'm beginning to believe it heightens intrinsic personality traits and natural talents too. I swear my critical thinking has never been clearer and Bernie is obviously getting more bawdy by the mouthful."
"Bigger too, you can't ignore that." Terry panted as the two amazonian knockouts began hungrily making out around his raging knob. Their moist pink tongues wrestling for each precious drop of his pearly precum. "People are going to notice a group of WNBA-sized women with the bodies of Victoria Secret models strutting down the sidewalk."
"Mmmnnph~...
That's free advertising. Word of mouth promotion." Miss Gwendoline said, swallowing thickly and coming up for a breath of fresh air. "Grassroots marketing for sustainable small business growth, given the bottleneck in the supply chain. Namely you, Terrence."
Terry wasn't sure his
business
could be described as small by any rational standard but he understood her meaning in the given context.