1. My Life with Tess McGregor Ch. 04


    Date: 4/1/2024, Categories: Transgender & Crossdressers, Author: bymembrain 

    ... face. But, I don't think she would win any beauty pageants. Then, she got up from her desk.

Carla was tall, and I mean she was probably taller than me. But, what really struck me was her giant tits. Holy Fuck, they were the biggest I've ever seen on a woman in person.

As she walked around her desk, I saw that she was wearing a coral colored cropped, knit sweater that buttoned down the front with only three buttons, and was hemmed in tight under her humungous rack. The nipples that were making large bumps under her top were the size of ripe grapes. She also wore beige, high-rise, baggy pleated slacks.

When she rounded the corner of her desk, she was facing me as she approached my chair. I almost gasped at the sight of a huge horse cock dangling inside her loose fitting pants. First of all, Tess hadn't warned me that she was trans. Second, well, second... this woman was huge.

Carla didn't bother to tuck her cock. I'm not sure if she even could, given the size of that monster.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. They were almost obscene. Their size and shape, with her huge nipples trying to tear through the knit fabric was a major distraction.

She stood in front of my chair and looked down on me.

"So, Bradley, you seem to be distracted by something. Are you looking at these?" She put her hands under her tits and hefted them as if to make their presence known to me. I saw her large nipples rub against the knit fabric within her sweater. The movement must ...
    ... have teased them given the texture of her sweater. I'm not sure if her nipples could have gotten any bigger, but I think they did.

Carla stepped closer and used her foot to turn my chair to face her and pushed it back up against Tess's desk. The chair was one of those secretary style chairs with no arms.

While she was hefting her massive tits, she instructed me with, "Bradley, I want you to take out your cock while I rub my tits."

"Excuse me?"

"That's right, Bradley, take your cock out and stroke it for me."

I finally did, and it wasn't long before I had a raging hard on.

"Bradley..." She called me "Bradley" again. Nobody's ever called me that. She said it in almost a demeaning way. To put me off and set me back on my heels. "...you can't seem to stop staring at my breasts."

"Would you like to see them?"

"Well, I..."

"Stand up... let me show you." I stood up right in front of her and watched as Carla grabbed the hem just under her tits and pulled up. The sweater was tight, so when she lifted, her big boobs were pulled up too, until she lifted far enough that her tits bounced out of the sweater. She left the sweater on, bunched up over the tops of her tits.

They were an awesome sight. As large as Honeydew melons but shaped like Dagmar Torpedos. The detonators pointed slightly up and were a dark pink color.

I wanted to touch them, but decided I should wait until I was invited.

Carla noticed the memorized look I had on my face as I stared at her ...
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