Story contains: Multiple women with outrageously massive cocks and balls, docking (penis-in-penis), lots of futa cum, facials from massive cock futas, swallowing cum and some sappy romance moments.
Turpo's Bar. Wednesday. I was once again behind the bar, and Divya was out working the floor and the customers.
Today her outfit was a pink tank top and black knee length shorts with tights beneath them. The colossal bulge of her cock was as prominent as ever, and the outline of it could be seen clinging to her leg under her tights. The outfit was good quality and clean of course, but much more casual than she usually dressed for work. Divya had been a lot more relaxed at work the last few weeks. She still interacted the same way with the regulars, but she spent less time upselling them and more time sitting on her phone behind the bar when it was quiet. I surmised her recent breakup was responsible for the change, but when I had playfully poked fun at her about it, she'd simply said that she was taking it easy at the moment, resting her mind, her heart and her body.
We had started texting after that night we'd done the nasty in the work bathroom stall, but we never talked about what happened, and the more time that passed without even joking or alluding to it, the more it seemed to me like Divya wanted to forget it had ever happened. So we just texted, and once or twice watched anime together over video call, purely as friends I assumed.
But I couldn't stop thinking about her. I couldn't stop looking at her. I would spend all day imagining her pulling that giant log of achingly hard cock out of her pants and letting me push my own erection into it again. My eyes would follow her huge ass, jiggling enticingly as she walked around the bar. I would stare at her enormous chest at every opportunity, remembering what it felt like to suck her thick brown nipples...
If I'm honest, I was obsessed. Unhealthily obsessed. I added huge dick women to my porn catalog. I was surprised to find that while there were some whopping big female penises out there, only two were even in the same ballpark as Divya, and even then, neither of them matched her staggering length and girth. My favorite of the two, a porn actress who went by the apt stage name of Tessa Trunk, was a somewhat plain looking White girl. She was a little chubby, and had the whole "girl next door" thing going on. Her averageness in every other regard made the giant cock she sported all the more vulgar and outrageous to me. It was a good foot-and-half python that bent around to the left when she got hard. Her erections weren't the throbbing, pulsating events that Divya's had been, but I was still thrilled to watch her stroke, massage and suck herself.
The other giant dick actress I was able to find was a Black woman who just went by the name "Paula". She was a bit bigger than Tessa Trunk, and I hesitate to call her a pornstar, she did a handful of videos that honestly weren't that great. She clearly wasn't into it, which made the videos feel awkward. But her monstrous dick was a thing of beauty, sallying forth from her crotch like a great behemoth of sexual depravity. She did a couple videos involving size comparisons with men and other dickgirls, those were fun, as she utterly dwarfed her "competition", and she had a couple sex videos, which weren't as great. Watching her unenthusiastically get rammed doggystyle was about the least titillating video a milf with a mega cock could have made.
Both women had magnificent penises. Tessa could lick the tip of her cock without bending forward at all, and needed to reach both hands around her thick meat to just barely be able to touch fingertips. Paula's monster sat around eye height when she lifted it to her face, and she had to actively arch her back to lick her other head. Paula was also quite blessed in girth, she couldn't touch fingertips around herself, but she was only an inch or so off from being able to do so. But neither woman was comparable to Divya. I still daydream vividly about her massive throbbing erection forcefully pushing me up against the work bathroom stall from the other side of the huge glory hole. This was a stall where I could stand comfortably on one side and reach my arm out to just barely touch the other. Divya's colossal schlong was literally as long as my arm. And the size of the beast. It wasn't a snake, it was a fucking amphora (big pear shaped Ancient Greek pot), with a huge swell of girth near her crotch, as though she'd stuffed a small pillow down her cock, and then the still significantly thick shaft gradually tapering out to end in a head that was almost the size of a... well, a head.
And it wasn't just her giant cock. Where Tessa had rather average size breasts, Divya wore bras that could hold basketballs. Where Paula had a fairly normal mom-bod, Divya was stacked and possessed an absolute dumptruck of an ass. Watching the woman bend over was like if the clouds briefly opened, and a little piece of heaven shone through to highlight the lovely curve of her thigh as it transformed into a big round heart shaped pillow of an ass, a pillow you longed to bury your face and cock in. Of course Divya also would've towered over either woman, she was not little by any measurement. And somehow, on top of all that, she was beautiful. Sure, you could pick apart her features and point out the flaws, like her crooked, angular nose and her slightly sharp mouth and less than full lips. But the whole picture came together wonderfully in my eyes. Her smile sparkled and her lopsided grins when she was being cheeky just about melted my heart. To this day I still feel a slight flutter when I once again notice the shape of her nose and how pretty it makes her.
It was a genuine challenge working with Divya now. I had struggled to keep my mind on task before, but our memorable fuck in the bathroom stall had done the opposite of satiate my animal need for her. A whole new world of sexuality had opened up to me, and Divya stood atop it as the shining paragon of dick girls in my eyes. I knew I was putting her on a pedestal, and that nobody could possibly live up to such an image, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted Divya with every fraction of my heart and every quivering inch of my body.
The porn helped me cope. On days where we worked together I would disappear and rub a quick one out just about every hour. I knew it was a little suspicious, but it was the better alternative in my mind than being constantly hung up on her and fighting raging, unwanted erections during work. It allowed me to function without having to battle my own traitorous body as my libido driven eyes wilfully sought her fat ass cheeks, hefty titties and unbelievable cock.
Wednesdays were always dead at the bar. Divya came back around behind the bar and pulled up a seat next to me.
"All good here Sam?" Her lilting voice was like cool water washing over my ears, I immediately perked up a little.
"Yeah, finished the last of the cleaning a few minutes ago. We're good for the night till close. You?"
She put her elbow up on the bar and turned to face me, her huge breast pressing against the smooth wood. I miraculously maintained eye contact.
"Plans for tonight?" She asked. I shook my head.
"Nah, class tomorrow. Gotta sleep tonight so I'm not falling asleep at the desk. You?" I left out the part where I was going to masturbate to thoughts of her till my cock was tired enough to let me sleep.
She picked a straw off the counter and twirled it casually in her fingers. "Probably watch some more Tokyo Ghost, or maybe a Whibli movie as a palate cleanser"
She was on her third rewatch of Tokyo Ghost, if I remembered correctly.
"Definitely a Whibli movie, are you kidding? Fowl's Walking Manor. Definitely Fowl's Walking Manor. It's not even a question anymore, you're watching that tonight."
Her sparkling laugh made my heart jump a little.
"Okay, clearly I'm in the presence of a great anime critic, I can hardly dismiss your opinion sir. Fowl's Walking Manor it is"
She leaned closer, still chuckling. "But when I call you crying at 3 in the morning, I want you to know it's all your fault!"
Her thigh was touching mine. Her enormous slab of penis had shifted around while serving and was now slung over her thigh and around to the outside of her leg. I felt it press against me and the overpowering inferno of passion gripped me. In the space of a second I was hard as a rock.
I grinned "We can hang out some time and watch Tomb of the Lightbugs, then we'll both be sobbing. Now if you'll excuse me, I hear the siren call of the bathroom"
I got up to go take care of business and earn myself another hour or so of post nut clarity. But as I walked past Divya touched my arm.
"Are you okay Sam? I didn't want to say anything, but this is like your fifth bathroom break tonight, do you need to see a doctor maybe?"
Shit.
