But..Gordon, I'm a Virgin..

Is that a rat?

Having stripped his perfect tailored clothing, except for the chefs hat which eternally stood tall on top of his beautifully sculpted head and having been accepted by Chris regarding his Woolworth's tattoo, he felt more safe than ever but still a little uneasy. Chris bit her lip and looked into his eyes. His big blue Eyes. He was glorious, The dim light through the window cast a gentle outline of his figure. Just barely bright enough to see his features. The light wrinkled on his face, especially the ones on his forehead, the generous sprinkle of grey hair on his chest, and most importantly...his magnificent huge meatflute. It was the centre piece. The weight that balances him. It was like a third leg, like it could be a tripod if he leant forward. And his magnum ball sack...sphere bag...it was shaven, completely clean. Not one stray hair dare ruin the cleanliness and magnificence of this gift from god. His chiselled pelvis and V line so strong it cast its own shadow made Chris throb in places she'd never felt before. Was she up for the task of letting a true creation of god have his way with her? Was she worthy? Perhaps not.

He gently placed his hand on Chris's pallid face, he had a look of curiosity in his eyes. Like he was thinking about all the things he could do to her and her little Ramsey. His face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath and see every detail in his face. He brushed her hair behind her ear and leant in for a kiss. The mattress springs squeaked as he shifted his weight onto her. Before Chris could even comprehend the idea that she was kissing the one and only official Gordon Ramsey with 5 Michelin stars, he was already on top of her. The journey was happening so fast yet so slow. It was a good pace but Chris was so horny and lustful, she wanted it faster. His forearm sized heat-seeking moisture missile and Chris's little Gordon were rubbing together. Little Gordon began to suck and nibble at big Gordon. He began really sucking it hard, his face consuming the entire shlong, his jaw had an extension update installed by tech genius Elon Musk himself. Little Gordon deep throated as much as he could. Gordon's dong was inside of Chris's. In and out, Gordon face fucked baby Gordon. Until little Gordon managed to utter the words, "where's the LAMB SAUUUCE??" Gordon thrusted in one last time as hard as he could and let out a loud moan. He slid his Woolworths stained sword out of little Gordon. Little Gordon opened his mouth and stared at the immaculate colossal wang in front of him in amazement. Then it happened. It began. The lamb sauce erupted from Gordons V O L C A N O all over little Gordon and Chris's pelvic region. It was the new 8th wonder of the world. And it certainly wasn't over, the night had just begun. After all big pp gang never stops.

They fucked like rabbits on cocaine. Constantly swapping over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. It was a magical time. So much lamb sauce was spilled onto the sheets, but most of it showered Chris. She ate some of the lamb sauce. Little baby Gordon ate some too. Her body was covered in lamb sauce and Gordons was also covered in baby Gordons little puree. Chris sucked Gordons sausage like eating a scrumptious Sheppard's pie cooked by culinary genius Chef Ramsey himself. A few hours later, and a lot of lamb sauce later, they were finally winding down. They finished off the night of fun with some anal. During the magic anal hour Gordon was going really, really hard at it. They finally climaxed together in sync. Exactly as the two of them climaxed the door barged open. Gordan feared the worst expecting that either his wife or children had barged in.

Gordan and Chris stared in shock, there in the doorway stood Elon Musk, creator of the digitally engineered penis created and installed by tech genius Elon Musk, now with E700 surround sound and detachable limbs. He had some small tools in his hands and immediately knelt down next to the bed. He took little Gordan in his hand, caressing him gently as he begun tinkering with him. After a few minutes he stood, nodded to both Chris and Gordan as if giving them permission to continue. Then he left as if he had never been.

Chris looked down to her penis, eager to check out the new update. She saw little Gordan cradling his bottom half. It was only a matter of time before Chris realised what this meant. She now had a digitally engineered penis created and installed by tech genius Elon Musk specifically with Gordan Ramsey's face on it, now with vocal cords, hair follicles, E-700 10-07 surround sound eardrums, detachable limbs, optic nerves, self awareness and its very own smaller digitally designed penis created and installed by tech genius Elon Musk.

"Should we... Try it out?" Chris asked as she showed little Gordan's baby penis to Daddy Gordan. She didn't even wait for the answer before straddling him and allowing baby pepe to insert itself into Gordan's pee hole. In and out it thrust. Soon Daddy Gordan was ready to release more of his special lamb sauce. As Chris moved around on the bed she accidentally pushed the both of them off. In the process Gordan's chef hat slipped from his head, he hastily rushed to cover himself. It was too late. She saw. 'Gordan? What's that grey thing in your hair?' Gordan looked down in shame. Was he going to expose his second biggest secret? Was he ready to be this vulnerable? Time seemed to slow as he removed the chefs hat from its place a top his head.

There was a loud squeal. Chris scrambled to the other side of the room trying to escape what appeared to be a rat.