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September 06 The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 1
The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 1.
James's heart was dry, but Rosalie's eyes flooded
his soul.
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It is Well with My Soul.
She looked like a poem. That's the only way James could think to
describe her.
In that moment, as she stood in front of the church, the wind
blowing gold and rust colored leaves around her, her dark ponytail
swinging softly, her arms crossed over her chest, clasping as though
she was facing not only the gusty air but an invisible army, her full
maroon skirt pulled tight against her and billowing behind her like a
cape. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red, and she glanced over at
him.
He already knew exactly what her eyes would look like. Enormous,
brown, fringed with dark lashes and an even darker sadness gazing
out. Even when her face lit up with a smile, and her laugh rang out
like silver bells, the sadness spilled out and flowed invisibly,
somehow pouring straight into his veins, where it would run hot
through his body and pool in his heart, causing it to ache and
overflow as her unspoken grief mingled with his own.
He didn't know what she had to be sad about. No one really did.
She appeared a year ago, taking a job as a Dictaphone typist for
people who could not afford to hire their own. Doctors, lawyers,
businessmen of all kinds would drop off their tapes and she would
listen to them, typing up their notes, and they would come pick them
up.
It was a job that required the strictest code of conduct, for she
was the keeper of everyone's secrets. She was quiet, professional,
sober, and as far as anyone could tell, very alone. She was the sole
employee, and her boss was a small, gray man who was indifferent to
the startling splash of beauty she imposed on the musty office and
indeed, the whole town.
She attended church regularly, which is how James met her. She sat
in the middle of the pews, by herself, singing so quietly she might
have only been moving her mouth. She smiled when it came time to
greet one another, and there was truth in her face. Every Sunday she
made a point to walk up to the organ and shake his hand during the
passing of the peace. No one else ever did that.
He would pause his playing and look up and there they were. Those
gigantic brown eyes running over with a deep sorrow. The first time
she did it he almost fell off the bench. He eventually learned to
steel himself so when the river began to rush, drowning out
everything but his own heartbeat, he was able to cling to the organ
like a piece of flotsam, lest he drown. Her hand was small and soft,
but her eyes;
The single young adults in the church would often socialize
informally outside of services or choir practice, and she was
immediately invited to outings for milkshakes and mini-golf. She
accepted their invitations with restrained enthusiasm, and was
welcomed in immediately. She was rarely not in attendance to these
activities, and grew friendly with the girls. But she was not one to
join in the joking and teasing, but sat off to the side smiling. She
never went out with any of the guys, even though she was asked. She
was well-liked, but remained a bit of an enigma.
"Rosalie." James whispered to himself as she turned her
eyes towards him, and he felt her eyes propelling a current straight
into his. She held her gaze longer than normal, and his heart pulsed
sideways. Suddenly he came to his senses and offered her his jacket,
tucking it around her shoulders as she thanked him. "Where is
your coat?" She walked a mile to get to church, and it was such
a blustery day.
"It was warmer this morning. I wasn't expecting this wind,"
she replied.
James didn't drive either. It was hardly a necessity in this town.
"Why don't I walk you home? My house is so close to the church,
I could go get another jacket, and then I can take this one with me."
It was hardly a ploy for him to be alone with her. He had no designs
on her, because he had decided long before he ever met her that he
would be eternally alone, and there would be no point in pursuing a
relationship with anyone.
It brought him a sense of freedom. He didn't have to force himself
into small talk, or find the courage to ask a girl out. He got to
keep his meager salary as the church music director and spend it on
himself. He enjoyed quiet evenings reading and playing the piano.
There weren't any men in the town he could see being a true pal, and
so he refused all invitations to play cards or darts, and eventually
they stopped asking. He assumed they were only being polite anyway.
They walked quietly, the crunching leaves and whistling wind were
pleasant and kept the silence from feeling oppressive. They stopped
at his house and he reached inside the door, grabbing his heavier
coat and offering it to Rosalie. She was petite, and it swallowed her
up. "Is it too heavy?" he asked. The weight of the wool
pushed on her shoulders and her modest heels sunk into the mud. "I'm
afraid so," and Rosalie blushed as they switched jackets again.
When they reached the converted Victorian house where she rented
an apartment from Mrs. McGregor, she paused at the door. He had come
up on the porch just to make sure her key worked, and he turned to
leave. "James, would you like a cup of tea to warm you before
you walk home?" James felt confused. He had never accepted an
invitation the entire five years he had lived here. She had been here
an entire year and had never seemed to catch on to this fact.
Every time the young people discussed their plans for the week in
the pews after church or choir practice, Rosalie would call out to
him as he packed up his music and straightened the organ bench.
"James, the rest of us are going to the movies on Tuesday. Would
you like to join us?" They all laughed and told her he would
never say yes, but it didn't stop her from asking. It was the only
time her voice carried. He would lift up his head and give a smile
that did not reach the corners of his mouth and give a quick shake of
his head, walking back to the church office to file his sheet music,
and then out the door.
On this day, he was surprised to see Rosalie standing there alone.
But she often did things that the others thought queer. The young
people were all straggling towards the parking lot or walking home,
but she was facing the wind, looking into the distance at; something.
And then she turned to him, and she was not looking past him, or
towards him, but into him. And perhaps that's why he accepted an
invitation for the first time ever, and stepped inside her cozy
little apartment.
Rosalie went to the kitchen, and James looked around at the
cheerful flat. She had lots of books, a radio, a record player. The
walls were adorned with framed embroidery samples, crewelwork, and
small paintings of flowers. She had a couple of houseplants, one
winding its way up the tall window, and a scattering of afghans and
throw pillows. It was colorful, and there was a sweetness to it. He
stood uncomfortably, and caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror
above the fireplace.
"Average," he thought. Maybe even homely. He was a timid
young man, 27, with unremarkable brown hair, eyes that couldn't
decide what color they wanted to be, and a bit of a weak chin. He
wore glasses. There wasn't anything precisely right or wrong about
him. He just was. Not tall, not short. Not thin, or fat. He was
neither something, or nothing. He existed. He did wear glasses, which
gave him a curious look, but that was an adornment. He favored simple
clothes in drab colors so he didn't have to think about what to wear,
he could grab any shirt, any trousers, any tie and it would be
perfectly fine.
The tea kettle whistle snapped him out of his dull reverie. He
realized he was still wearing his coat, and hung it up on a hall
tree, over the jacket he had lent her. A fluffy black cat was
twirling its tail around his leg, and he bent down to give it a pat.
"Do you have pets?" Rosalie asked as she poked her head out
of the kitchen. "No," he replied with no further
explanation.
"Do you take sugar? Cream?" He came into the kitchen to
pour a little dab of cream. It was a very small galley kitchen, and
she was very close to him. He caught a whiff of flowers as she turned
to put some butter cookies on a tray. He carried both cups of tea and
set them on her coffee table, and the black cat jumped up to examine
it.
"Now, now, Mr. Rochester, you know better," she scolded
softly as she scooped the cat up and buried her face in his fur
before setting him back down on the floor. James suddenly felt
uneasy; he would very much like to be that cat. He didn't know what
to do with feelings like that. They weren't even thoughts. They
weren't in his head, his brain. They seemed to originate in his heart
and flow downward.
"Please sit," she said, and he realized he was just
standing there, like a dimwit. He wasn't going to drink his tea
standing, after all. They sipped quietly for a few minutes, then
Rosalie asked him how long he had lived here in town.
"Five years."
"Where are you from?"
"Oh, you've never heard of it." He paused, and she gave
him a look that indicated that she still wanted to know. He told her
the name of a town even smaller than this one, and she smiled. "You
are right. I've never heard of it." He asked her where she was
from, out of politeness, and she told him. It was a larger city than
this one, and he wondered why she would want to leave it. But he
didn't ask.
"So, what brought you here?" she asked.
"I finished college and took the first job I could get. It's
not easy to find a job with a music degree. I didn't have any grand
ambition. So this was as good as any."
He found himself distracted by her eyes, once again.
"Do you like it?"
"Hmm?"
"Your job. The town. Life in general?" She smiled,
almost teasingly.
"Well yes. It's a perfectly agreeable place. And the job is
fine. I have no desire to be rich, and I like playing the piano and
organ. And I'm capable of leading a choir, so it's no skin off my
nose."
"What about outside of work?"
Rosalie was polite, and knew how to carry on a conversation. It
wasn't that it was difficult, but James was out of practice. He had
purposely curated a dull life so he would never be disappointed, but
it also left him with little to say.
"I; I practice the piano and organ, so I don't lose my chops,
I guess. Playing the same hymns over and over doesn't exercise the
same muscles as classical or jazz. So I try to play around from time
to time to keep limber, I guess."
"I have heard you play. I walk by your house on my way to
work, and sometimes I stop for a few minutes and listen,"
Rosalie smiled at him shyly. "I've heard you play Beethoven,
Mozart, Debussy;"
"Oh yes, well, Beethoven and Debussy are especially good for
the piano. And Mozart is good in general, just for keeping your brain
sharp."
"I don't doubt it. But I felt something when you played."
Her sad, brown eyes looked off to the side, as though she was
suddenly shy. "It wasn't just someone trying to stay in
practice." She turned and looked at him, pouring herself into
him. James swallowed hard.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you feel something when you play those pieces?
Especially Clair de Lune? Or the Moonlight Sonata?"
"I mean, they are very pretty."
"More than pretty. They are beautiful, and sad, and full of
longing, don't you think?"
"I suppose that might have been the composer's intention."
"What about your intentions, James?" Rosalie's sad brown
eyes seemed larger than ever. He didn't understand why his heart felt
swollen, and how it had crawled up into his throat, perhaps to escape
drowning in her essence that was threatening to overflow inside him,
flooding his entire body. Those eyes! What was she doing?
"I don't understand what you mean."
Rosalie looked as though she might cry, and stood to look out the
large window that went almost from floor to ceiling.
"We are the same, are we not?" She turned to him. "I
can feel it when you play. You are full of something James, and you
don't want anyone to know. But it leaks out of you when you touch the
keys, the way steam creeps out of the tea kettle right before it
screams."
James's temples began to perspire. It was suddenly oppressively
hot in her warm little flat. He stood up and began bumbling towards
the hall tree for his coat. "I; I must go. Thank you for the
tea."
"Wait, James;"
"Goodbye, Rosalie." He turned as he shut the door, to
see her staring at him with her huge brown eyes which were now
brimming with tears that threatened to overflow and streak down her
face.
Rosalie continued to come to church, and James ignored her. Which
wasn't terribly different from how he treated her normally. But he
stopped acknowledging her with a nod. She no longer greeted him
during the passing of the peace. She stopped asking him to join them
for bowling, and he noticed one of the young men, Ricky, had started
paying her special attention, touching her waist, and putting his arm
around her.
If James had looked at Rosalie, he would have seen the discomfort
in her face, and how her sad eyes were even sadder than before, but
all he saw was Ricky's crinkled eyes and wide smile as he laughed and
teased her. His heart felt squeezed, all the juice had run out of him
and he was nothing but dehydrated pulp clinging to a hardened rind at
the bottom of a bin. She avoided looking into his eyes, and his soul
was parched. He didn't realize how much she had filled him up before.
It was a kind of communion, he realized it now. But it was too late.
One Saturday he was preparing for the Christmas service when he
heard the door to the sanctuary creak. Rosalie entered, wearing a
bright green coat with a brown fur collar, her hair down around her
shoulders. She was always adorned with a bright spot of color
somewhere. She was carrying two grocery bags that seemed to be
weighing her down. James left the organ bench and went to her, taking
one of the bags.
"These are for the canned food drive. Do you know where we
are supposed to drop them off?"
"I'll take them for you, we have some collection bins in the
back room."
"Would you help me carry them now?"
The idea of being in the back room with Rosalie made his heart
lurch, and he shook his head.
"I really need to get back to working on the Christmas
service. If you leave them here, I will make sure they go where they
belong."
"You are working on carols? Can I see?" Without waiting
for an answer Rosalie set down her bag and shrugged off her coat,
leaving it on the back pew. She took off her hat and walked to the
organ, snatching up the sheet music. She smiled. "These are
wonderful choices. O Holy Night is especially beautiful. Will the
choir be singing it?"
He took it out of her hands. "No, I'll just be playing it
during the Nativity tableau. No one in this church has the correct
range." He turned back to the organ and started straightening
the papers.
"James." He could feel her standing behind him. If he
turned and looked into her eyes he'd drown. Her eyes;
She put her hand on his shoulder. "James." He slowly
turned around, and there she was. She was a slip of a thing, but he
wasn't very tall either. She looked up at him, her eyes flooding, and
he could feel her tears gushing like a pipeline straight into his
heart. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. She lifted her face up
and he looked at the ceiling as she tried in vain to reach his lips.
She stood on her tiptoes, and he stepped back, right against the
organ, his ass hitting the keys, and it groaned in reply.
Her feet faltered and she fell towards him, her face landing
against his chest, and he caught her around the waist. "James,"
she whispered. "Why?"
"Why, what?"
"I can feel it when you play. And when I look at you, the
music flows right into my soul. Don't you understand?"
He shook his head, his face contorting with unrealized pain. "No."
Her lip trembled, and her eyes screwed shut. "I don't believe
you." She opened them, and saw him, staring at her, his face was
bewildered but his eyes were not. His soul flowed into hers just as
hers flowed into his, and she knew it, and he knew it. But he just
stood there. She realized she was still resting against him, and
pushed away, standing up straight.
"Do you like girls?" It was an accusation.
"I don't like anybody."
Her face softened. "Why? Do you want to?"
He looked away. "I never; I;"
"You never what? Never thought you could?"
"I never thought; anyone would like me."
Rosalie was still blinking back tears when she began to laugh, and
shake her head.
"James. You know where I live. If you ever decide you are
worthy of joining the rest of humanity, come knock on my door."
James just stared as she put her coat on and left.
He sat back down on the piano bench. He was shaking. He needed to
eat something. He left the church and wandered back to his little
rented house. His stomach was sick. He tore through the cabinets,
sitting down with a tin of saltine crackers and a bottle of ginger
ale. What was going on?
Rosalie. Why Rosalie? Why couldn't some mousy little gal like Mary
Lou like him? Women and girls had always ignored him, and in turn he
ignored himself. He thought of his erections the same way he thought
about using the toilet. Basic, biological, and nothing to concern
himself with as long as nothing hurt. He didn't touch himself, and
once in a while he had a dream that tore through him and woke him,
sticky and hyperventilating.
He tried to never think about them, but he had to admit the truth.
This last year, Rosalie had featured heavily in them. It was never
anything explicit, he really didn't even know what a naked woman
looked like. His exposure to nudie magazines was short and
uncomfortable, the images seen so briefly he could barely put them
together in his head. When Rosalie appeared in his subconscious it
was fleeting glimpses of bare skin, impossible to identify. The only
constant was her big, sad eyes, growing larger and larger and looming
more closely to his face until he exploded.
What was a man like him supposed to do with a girl like Rosalie?
How was he supposed to; match with her? Why did she think they did?
Was there something wrong with her?
He was sweating. He took his temperature. It was 99 degrees. What
did she want him to do? Kiss her? Make love to her? He could probably
figure out the kissing part, but how the hell was he supposed to make
love to her? He knew you put tab A into slot B, but that couldn't be
all there was. He was suddenly extremely aware of his erection, and
for the first time he truly acknowledged to himself that yes, he
wanted to use it. He went to take a shower, starting out with hot
water and then blasting himself with cold. It would work for a short
time, but he had a feeling this one wasn't just going to go away.
He wished he'd prepared himself a little more. Maybe he should
have studied those magazines instead of just walking off, feeling
sick. Maybe he should have stuck around for the locker room talk. But
they always made girls sound like a robot. Like you could turn a key
and push a few buttons and she'd do what you wanted. It didn't feel
good to him. It was easier to turn himself all the way off then try
and figure out what turned him on. But now he knew for certain. It
wasn't boys. It wasn't girls. It was Rosalie.
James got dressed, cursing his bland wardrobe. He didn't even own
a tie with a spot of color. Maybe his eyes would decide to be blue
today. He looked in the mirror, feeling helpless. His hair was lank,
his face might as well have been a thumb. His glasses were, well;
glasses.
But she liked him. She liked HIM. It was ridiculous. He grabbed
his coat and walked out the door.
James banged on her door with purpose, like he was a bill
collector or a neighbor coming to complain that her tree was dropping
36 min
September 05 Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 5
Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 5.
Muriel's erotic Prowess.
Based on a
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'Watch and learn, bitch." Muriel said, doing exaggerated jaw
loosening exercises as she came over to me. We all laughed which
helped me relax a bit and the cumming sensation abate.
She started by kissing me and sticking her tongue nearly down my
throat, god she had a long tongue.
She took hold of my cock and laughed that her fingers no where
near met around the girth. She started licking the head as if it was
an ice-cream, her tongue making large circles without her head
moving. I was transfixed and felt a small amount of sticky pre cum
ooze out, Muriel eagerly lapping it up. She took me into her mouth,
taking three quarters of me on her first attempt.
This was as far as anyone had ever gone. She held me there,
allowing her mouth and throat to get used to the sensation. Slowly
she pushed on, her tongue swirling as she did so and blowing my mind.
I felt the warm air from her nose on my short pubic air, my god, she
had the whole of my cock in her mouth and was still pushing forward,
taking more and more of it down her throat, her nose rammed into me,
her tongue trying to lick as she did so. I felt my body convulse and
my mind go blurry as stream after stream of spunk left my cock and
went straight down her throat, her face never moving from my crotch.
When she had finished I was hardly able to breath, let alone talk.
The coolest of all of was Muriel who just sat with a satisfied,
Cheshire cat grin on her face. I think the rest of us were a bit mind
blown at the incredibly erotic action that had just taken place.
After I don't know how long Sarah asked me if I had had enough, or
more precisely she pointed to my reddened knob and said "I think
he's had enough for today."
"Oh I don't know, I think with the right physiotherapy and
some kind loving he could go another round."
"No fucking way, that was wild, I don't think you're getting
hard again anytime soon."
"Want a bet."
It was my turn to take control. I asked Dave if he still had space
on his disk for more film and he said he had a whole free disk
"Right who's going to help me so we can do some real fucking"
Sarah just looked on bemused as Jane and Muriel volunteered.
I laid down on the lounger again "Jane I thought that was
really hot earlier when you squatted over Muriel's face, could you do
that for me."
"Oh that sounds like fun, it'll be my pleasure."
"I think it's time our director made her cameo appearance,
what do you think Jane."
"Oh definitely."
"I don't want to."
It was my turn now, I gleefully said "Don't be such a prima
donna, it's only sex."
Sarah gave me a withering look and I thought there was no way she
was going to change her mind. Jane came over and cuddled her, holding
her reassuringly before starting to talk. "My wonderful child,
this has been the most erotic, sexy, amazing experience I have ever
had and I know Muriel and your dad feel the same. And it's all thanks
to you and this beautiful man you have found. I can see that he loves
you deeply and that he would never do anything to harm or upset you.
You've shown him how wonderful and liberating sexual freedom can be
and encouraged him to embrace it. He only wants you to enjoy it as
much as we all are and if I know you the way I think I do then once
you let yourself go you will enjoy it immensely.
I could see Sarah thinking before turning and slapping her mums
ass, it must have hurt because Jane let out a loud 'Ouch' before
calling Sarah a bitch. Turning to me with a triumphant smile on her
face, Sarah said "Where do you want me?"
I smiled back and mouthed 'I love you' before getting Sarah to
remove her t shirt and sit on a chair beside the lounger, telling her
to slide down and spread her legs wide. When she was in position she
said. "Happy now?"
"Nearly. Dave are you ready with the camera?" He gave me
a thumbs up. "Jane you come and sit on my face like I told you
and Muriel I want you to lick Sarah's pussy till she's screaming for
you to stop."
"Yummy." Muriel said, she really was wild and would do
anything I think.
I looked at Sarah, she was in a little bit of shock I think. As
far as I know she had never had another woman go down on her.
Jane came and stood above me, her legs either side of the lounger,
level with my nipples. I reach up and put my hands on her hips and
very slowly pulled her bum towards my face. Thank god for her strong
thighs, every time she lowered a couple of inches I would stop her,
soaking up the incredible sight in front of me. Her large, firm ass
was so gorgeous I wanted to sink my teeth into it, and as she lowered
herself and lent forward her cheeks separated, nearly causing my
heart to stop and my cock, which had flagged a bit, to go flag pole
rigid. I brought her closer, her anus and glistening pussy clearly
visible, the lips beginning to part as her legs moved further apart.
When she was just an inch above my head I stopped her again,
breathing in her sex smell. I lifted my head and stuck my tongue to
her anus, probing and licking, she squirmed and then put her hands
behind her, pulling her cheeks apart to give me better access.
I was aware of Dave just behind me, trying to get a close up. I
lowered my head, allowing him an unobstructed view of her puckered
hole. I brought my hand around and rubbed her hole, still wet from my
tongue, with my finger. I then had a brainwave, I moved her a bit
further back so I could pull her pussy to my mouth and exposing her
asshole even more. I lifted my hands to her back and pushed her head
down towards my cock, causing Jane to put her hands down to support
herself. Jane let her weight go and lowered herself completely onto
my face, pinning my head to the mattress with her ass and pussy. The
pressure was a bit uncomfortable but the whole scenario was so erotic
and wild that I didn't care. She started nibbling at my cock. A
definite mixture of pleasure and pain, causing my cock to twitch and
jump.
She started to rock her pelvis back and forward, using my head,
that was still firmly pinned down, to stimulate her pussy and clit.
The pressure and speed increased, Jane using the whole of my face for
her pleasure. One second my nose would be buried in her asshole the
next it was rubbing against her clit. She was insatiable, completely
lost in her lust. I had to screw my eyes tight shut to stop her free
flowing juices from entering. I laid there waiting for her to finish,
thinking that she would have a very sore pussy when she finished,
what with the pressure she was applying and the stubble on my chin. I
felt her begin to tense and she stopped moving, her thighs tightening
against my head and then she gushed, covering my nose, mouth and chin
in her delicious, gooey cum.
She lifted herself off and turned and kissed me gently on the
lips, whispering "Thank you."
I looked over at Sarah and Muriel who were just sat watching us,
big smiles on their faces.
"Did you get to cum?" I asked Sarah.
"Oh, god yes, Muriel has a much better tongue than yours,
very long and talented." She said, turning to Muriel and
snogging her. I smiled, remembering Muriel's tongue.
"I can't wait to see the video." It was then that an
idea came to me.
"Muriel, you ready for more fun."
"Is the Pope a catholic?"
We all laughed and Sarah moved behind her, putting her arms around
and beginning to caress her boobs and pussy, Muriel leaning back into
Sarah and kissing her. This was a wonderful sight and I watched them
for a while,, slowly masturbating as I did, but I had other ideas.
"Muriel would you suck me rock hard and then let me fuck
you."
"Oh yes, please, what hole?"
"What?" I was a bit confused then remembered what Jane
ad said earlier.
"Your asshole." I eagerly said, never having had anal
sex in my life.
"Naughty boy." Smiling "I haven't got any lube with
me."
"Sarah has."
Sarah pinched Muriel's nipple hard, causing her to coo rather than
yelp "You really are a tart."
Sarah laughed and went and got the lube.
Muriel had already started sucking me before Sarah returned.
Jane was on her knees in front Dave, her head bobbing to and
throw.
Sarah just stood smiling and shaking her head at the scene in
front of her.
Muriel was down towards my feet, pulling my cock hard down towards
her. When she removed her mouth my cock shot back up, making a loud
slapping noise as it hit my stomach. She licked her lips and turned
and kissed Sarah, she then took Sarah's head down onto my cock,
virtually forcing her to take me in her mouth.
Sarah had never been able to take much of my length in her mouth,
and was soon gagging as Muriel pushed her head down. It was an
incredible sight and an incredible sensation.
Muriel was brutal, pushing Sarah further, and I could see her eyes
watering but she kept going, my cock going deeper down her throat
than it had ever done.
Muriel began using her other hand to slap Sarah's ass; three, four
slaps, getting harder; seven, eight, harder still. The effort of the
slapping releasing the pressure on her head, allowing Sarah to come
off my cock and recovering her breath, but she stayed bent over,
taking the kinky punishment Muriel was dishing out.
Out of breath Muriel stopped, straightening Sarah and kissing her
deeply, lovingly almost. I looked on lustfully, incredibly aroused by
everything in front of me. When they finished kissing Muriel said,
"Now where's that lube." We all laughed, releasing the
tension. Muriel gave out instructions.
"I'm going to suck that delicious cock one more time; Sarah
my darling I want you to play with my ass, prepare it for that huge
cock. I've never taken one anywhere near that big but Bill did once
stuck a large cucumber up there, I still don't think it was that
big." We all laughed again. "Sarah I love having my ass
hole licked, have you ever licked an ass hole?" Sarah shook her
head. "Oh goody, you're both virgins so to speak. Stick your
tongue in as far as you can and then when you can go no further use
your fingers, two should go in easily, but get as many in as you can.
His cock is as thick as your wrist."
I heard Dave grunting, taking my attention away. I looked over and
Jane stood up, cum dribbling from her mouth. God, this was erotic.
"Draw up some chairs and take a seat, watch the tart work her
magic." Muriel said, almost showman like.
She took me in her mouth, bottoming out almost immediately, she
was some cocksucker. Sarah did as she was told and started on
Muriel's upturned ass. All I could see was her hair and the top of
her forehead as she buried her face between Muriel's cheeks. Muriel
was obviously enjoying it, wiggling and pushing back as Sarah pushed
forward. The tonguing she is getting from Sarah is taking much of her
attention, she keeps me in her mouth but her head and tongue stay
still, thankfully preventing me from cumming.
Sarah's head lifts, her face smothered in juices, a wicked, wicked
smile on her face. She looks delighted with herself. I watch as she
lubes up her fingers, Muriel goes to lift her head up but I push it
back down again. She bites into my cock, I get the message, she's the
boss. Sarah inserts a finger into Muriel's ass, seemingly with no
resistance. I can see her hand moving in and out, Muriel moving and
wiggling in time with her. Sarah lifted her other hand up, showing me
three fingers. She had three fingers up Muriel's ass, wow. I mouthed
to her, 'My turn'.
She removed her fingers and rammed her pelvis into Muriel's ass,
as if fucking her, Muriel's head jolting forward, her teeth scraping
against my cock and hurting me. I grimaced and Sarah laughed, bitch!.
She grabbed Muriel's hair and pulled her upright and to my surprise
stuck her fingers into Muriel's mouth, Muriel sucking hard before
removing them and kissing Sarah hard. I found this both exciting and
gross. I couldn't help wondering what her fingers tasted of.
Muriel looked at me with a wanton look in her eyes, she told me to
put the lounger into a semi seated position. She got Sarah to lube up
my cock, watching as she coated it, at first gently and then pumping
it as if I needed any more stimulation. When she was satisfied Muriel
turned her back to me, putting her hands behind her so they rested on
my hip bones and told me to pull her cheeks as wide apart as
possible.
I obliged and was greeted with a wonderful view of her already
reddened anus, ever so slightly gaping and the skin stretched taut
around it. I couldn't imagine that my big cock was ever going to fit
in there. She called out to Dave.
"Dave darling, I want you to get the best shots ever, no one
will believe me that I took that monster up my bum, I want
photographic proof to show them and for me and Bill to masturbate
over."
Poor Bill, Muriel's husband, laying on the bed indoors, too sick
to join in. I felt a pang of guilt and then saw Muriel looking at me
asking was I ready, was I ever.
She lowered herself till hole made contact with my cock, holding
herself there, ever so slowly increasing the pressure. My engorged
gland, red and glistening with the lube, looked to be at least ten
times bigger than the hole it was supposed to be going in. I was
transfixed by the sight, her hole slowly stretching with each
downward movement.
Sarah and Jane were so close, watching, that I could almost feel
their breath, although I think they were holding it most of the time.
Muriel's own breathing changed, panting and moaning loudly as she
forced me in side of her. She called to Sarah to stand in front of
her.
"Kiss me and bite my tongue, pinch my nipples hard."
Sarah didn't need to be told twice and immediately attacked Muriel
with a sexual ferocity I hadn't seen in a while, she was as horny as
the rest of us.
Muriel pushed further, the head of my cock miraculously
penetrating her small opening, I swear I heard a plop sound as the
head disappeared up her hole. She pulled her head away from Sarah,
panting faster, getting used to the feeling. "Feels incredible,
so big, so full." She panted out in short breaths. It really did
feel incredible and tight, her sphincter muscles squeezing me like a
vice.
I felt the muscles begin to relax, she kissed Sarah again and I
heard her say, "Pinch my nipples harder, scratch me, slap me,
bite me." Sarah's eyes widened, she was as much into this as the
rest of us. She looked behind Muriel as she started to impale herself
further on my rod. The width of cock looked impossible, painful and
incredibly erotic all at the same time, Sarah just gently shaking her
head in disbelieve and mouthing 'Wow' to me.
Sarah went back to Muriel's mouth and I heard her yelp, Sarah had
bitten her lower lip making it bleed and then squeezed the lip with
her own lips to make it bleed some more. Satisfied that she had
enough of Muriel's blood on her lips and chin, she pulled her head
back to show us both before sticking her face into Muriel's boobs and
biting at the flesh.
Muriel was now lost in her own ecstasy, shouting, whooping and
moaning as she pushed deeper and deeper. "Aah, deep, fucking
deep, fuck me, hit me, finger me, aah, slap me you fucking cunt, slap
me."
Sarah stood and slapped Muriel's face, not too hard but enough to
stop her shouting, through all of this I had just laid still,
allowing Muriel to use my cock and enjoying the show. Nearly too
afraid to push upwards lest I hurt Muriel. She was still only half
way down my shaft, probably another four to five inches of thick cock
to go.
Sarah put her hands on Muriel's shoulders and started to push her
down, I could feel her muscles splitting apart as she took this large
invader deep into her. Sarah's mouth was next to Muriel's ear,
whispering filth and biting at her lobes.
Muriel bottomed out and she sat there panting hard, her whole
torso rigid. Sarah became gentle, kissing her neck and shoulders,
caressing her skin. This was incredibly erotic to me and I joined in,
leaning forward and putting my arms around Muriel, gently touching
her belly and breasts, letting my fingers roam downwards and gently
running my finger over her pussy lips, moist with excitement and
sweat. We stayed like that, all caressing each other, sighing and
cooing in contentment, virtually oblivious to the fact that Muriel
had my fat ten inch cock stuck up her ass.
I lent back and brought Muriel with me, she planted her feet more
firmly on the ground and started to lift up and down, riding my cock
with her ass. We found a rhythm and Muriel began riding high, lifting
up and plunging down with each stroke. It felt incredible and I knew
I couldn't last much longer.
Muriel's breathing also changed and she started masturbating and
soon brought herself to the edge of climax; "I'm gonna cum, I'm
gonna cum." She shouted, and so was I.
I put my hands on her hips and rammed her down hard, twice, before
exploding deep inside her ass. She shuddered and slumped back into
me, drained of all energy and emotion. Sarah cuddled us both and I
could feel my cock shrinking and Muriel's muscles closing, filling
the gap.
"Anyone for refreshments?" Jane asked and we all burst
out laughing.
Relationships are strained, but they persevere.
Things were not good. Ever since we'd returned from our amazing
holiday in Portugal there'd been a disconnect between me and Sarah
that had never been there before.
I was worried. I know all couples go through rough patches but
we'd lived together for over a year, we're planning on getting
married and I thought we were really strong. As those of you who have
read my earlier stories will know, Sarah is wild, an uninhibited
dervish with a lust for life and all the pleasures it holds. She had
loved me and taken me on a journey I could never of imagined.
I was a fairly straight laced guy when I met Sarah, as horny as
any man but conservative I both my sexual appetites and my
experiences. She has taught me that sex is a physical pleasure to be
taken, shared and enjoyed and with the right mindset and the right
person it can be wonderful and liberating and actually add to the
love a couple share. But now I genuinely thought I might be loosing
her.
I was racking my brains, trying to work out what the problem was.
I know she was very busy, trying to establish herself as a freelance
photographer and artist, putting in long days and late nights,
attending exhibitions and openings. Yes she was tired and probably
exhausted, but previously when she was tired she would collapse into
my arms and sleep, now she lay next to me and turned away. She wasn't
even telling me about all the people I didn't even know who she met
everyday, like she normally would. Something was definitely wrong
between us.
Sarah is a photographer and has/had a virtual fetish for taking
pictures of cocks, big ones, small ones, white ones, black ones, in
fact, all bloody ones. Her photographs were incredible, both erotic
and beautiful and she had had a successful exhibition of her work.
Although for someone so open and sexual she was a little coy about
how she got all her subjects, many of them complete strangers, to
pose for her.
She has taken thousands of pictures of me and at her bidding and
sometimes insistence we had both been involved in some incredible
sexual experiences, most of which Sarah had photographed and I have
documented. Now I thought I was losing her and didn't know what to do
about it.
"Hey Mike, what's the matter, you look spaced out."
I hadn't even heard Steve, my boss, come into my cubby hole of an
office, where he now stood next to my desk.
I looked at him a bit surprised, my thoughts having been a million
miles away from here.
"Sorry," I said "I think I might be coming down
with something, I'm not sure that I don't have a temperature."
Where the lie came out of I don't know, but it seemed to work.
"You do look a bit peaky, listen tomorrows Friday, why don't
you finish up now, get yourself sorted out and come back in on
Monday. Work on that new merger starts Monday and I need y
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September 04 Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 4
Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 4.
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Jane knocked on our door just before two,
"Wakey, wakey you two, the Collins' will be here soon and
lunch won't be long."
Sarah jumped up and headed for the shower, I went to follow but
she shut the door on me.
"Why'd you do that?"
"Because I want to have a shower without you and your
impressive todger getting in the way." Impressive todger had
quickly become the buzz phrase.
"How about if I promise to just sit and watch you shower."
"Promise?"
"Scouts honour."
Sarah opened the door, "Were you in the scouts?"
"No, but I once kissed a girl guide."
"Fool."
I sat and watched Sarah soaping herself, thoroughly enjoying the
show.
"What sort of club is it you're parents are going to at the
Bradshaws?"
"Oh, very exclusive." Sarah said, I think smirking.
"Sounds posh."
"Not really, I'm sure they'd let you in if you wanted to go,
especially with your 'you know what'."
"What?"
Sarah stuck her head out of the shower,
"It's a swingers club silly, mummy and daddy and all their
friends are swingers, they take it in turns going to each other's
houses; three or four times a week sometimes."
"Really? Wow, dirty sods, good luck to them I suppose."
Lots of little clues finally made sense, 'other interests', 'play
rooms', even the whole families very liberal sexual attitudes made
more sense. I sat there smiling to myself.
"So do you want to go?" Sarah asked, snapping me out of
my musings.
"No thanks. Have you ever been?"
"No, could have done when I got older but always thought it
would have been a bit too weird. Most of them are my parent's age and
I've known them since I was little. Actually I know there is sex
involved but I think at this stage they spend more time sat around
chatting and drinking than doing anything else." Sarah started
laughing.
"What you laughing at?"
"Well the last time I was in Portugal, over two years ago
now, mummy and daddy went to one of their parties and me and the
girls stayed at home and drank some of their expensive wine. I was
quite tipsy when they got home, feeling quite bold. I asked mummy
what or rather who she'd been up to, wanting some juicy gossip. She
proceeded to tell me, word for word, a new recipe for baked cheese
cake that one of the other ladies had given her."
"So is that all you did all night, talked about cooking?"
I asked her.
"Not quite, her husband was sat the other side of me, running
his hand up and down my leg, trying to finger me, but I was more
interested in the recipe."
We both giggled at this, "Your whole family, including you is
fucking cracked." I said, laughing.
"We are, but that's why you love us."
"That I do."
"So I'm presuming the Collins' that are coming over are
swingers to?"
"You might say they are the swingers in chief." Sarah
said, smiling. "They're quite a couple; or rather she's more
than enough for any couple." Sniggering. "You two will get
on like a house on fire."
I shook my head and cringed a bit on the inside.
I took a very quick shower and when I came out I was greeted by
the sight of Sarah, her hair tied in a tight ponytail which I always
adore and wearing a small t-shirt which barely reached her hip bones,
her shaven pussy and incredible pert bottom completely exposed. For
once I think Sarah misread my expression, explaining "We're
going to be sat at the table a while, eating and drinking, I don't
want to get burnt."
"I get that bit; I was just wondering if I could shag you
now, you look incredible."
"Ooh that would be nice, but I'm going to make you wait,
abstinence is good for the soul." Moving towards me and removing
my towel, grabbing me firmly by my erect cock and saying "Now
get ready quickly before I drag you out by this."
I thought about bending her over the bed and just taking her there
and then, but there was a bit of me that liked being teased and
another that liked being ordered around, sexually at least.
"I can't walk out with a raging hard on."
"It would be quite an entrance." Sarah said, obviously
very amused.
"Will I put shorts on?"
"Nothing's hiding that, and besides no one else will have any
on so it'll be even more obvious."
I saw her expression change, a smile forming and then spreading as
an idea formulated in her head.
"We couldn't, could we?"
"Couldn't what?"
"It's bold, even for me."
"What are you talking about?"
Sarah looked at me, her hand still squeezing my cock.
"Do you trust me?"
I looked skeptical "Sometimes."
"I want to do something that'll completely shock them, take
their breath away."
"Your parents?"
"And their friends. Mummy's a bigger tart than me so won't
mind, daddy might be shocked at his little girl but he'll get over
it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just bear with me, this is going to be fun. For it to work
you have to do exactly as I tell you."
"What is it?"
"Stop asking questions, trust me." She said, pulling my
cock hard as she did so. She got busy and started giving out
instructions.
"Put on a short, tight t shirt." She told me, before
letting down her hair and messing it up as best she could. Then she
went to her suitcase and took out a tube of lube. We never used lube
when having sex, Sarah always getting wet enough to accept my large
cock in her tight pussy.
"What's the lube for?"
Sarah didn't answer, instead giving me a sexy wink and planting a
blob of lube on my cock, vigorously spreading it around. I groaned.
"Don't you dare cum."
"Stop wanking me off then."
She stopped and instead rubbed lube up and down her pussy lips.
"Right, I think we're nearly ready."
"Ready for what?"
"I want us to walk out there, you with a raging hard on and
me with a wet pussy, looking like we've just been screwing. I can't
wait to see their faces."
"You're fucking mad and besides you haven't got the look
right."
"How?"
"Your pussy lips would be a bit open and inflamed looking,
especially if this had been in them." I said pointing to my
incredibly engorged cock. If any more blood went into it I think it
would burst.
"They'd hardly notice."
"They will if they know sex, and besides why take the chance
of messing up your little show, there's only one thing for it."
I said, forcefully pulling her to me, meaning to kiss her but instead
digging her in the tummy with my cock.
"Fuck, that's rigid."
"Turn around and bend over the bed." I said, taking some
control of the situation.
"You have two minutes only, then we're going outside, don't
cum, I want your todger rock hard when we walk out." Sarah said,
smiling, turning and bending over.
Whilst I loved the sexual escapades Sarah got me involved in,
there where times when I thought 'fuck you, I'm gonna do what I want'
and this was one of them.
I looked down and it was my favorite sight in the whole world,
Sarah with her arms in front of her and her ass stuck up in the air.
I could have cum just looking at her. We had never had anal sex, only
managing some anal play; Sarah pointing out, quite understandably,
that she sometimes had trouble fitting me in her pussy, not alone her
ass. However, she had said the same thing about oral sex, but after
much secret practice with a variety of vegetables she could now
accommodate some of me in her mouth. I lived in hope.
Sarah had a tight, pert bum. When she was bent over her cheeks
would separate, leaving a glorious view of both her holes. I honestly
didn't think I could trust myself not to cum. I bent over and stuck
my tongue as hard as I could into her anus, trying to force my tongue
through the sphincter. Sarah let out a gasp, her muscles contracting
a bit, not expecting my assault. I brought my hand to her well lubed
pussy, and finding her hole slipped a finger in roughly. Sarah was
squirming a bit, I think not all together happy with my roughness. I
was literally pinning her lower half to the bed with my head, my face
cheeks rammed against her ass cheeks as my tongue continued to probe
and invade her ass. I slipped a second and then a third finger into
her and was vigorously finger fucking her, and starting to have more
success with my tongue.
I thought the two minutes must be up and without a tongue
extension I was getting no further into her ass. I pulled my fingers
out and my face away and stuck my index finger, probably more
brutally than I intended, through her sphincter.
"Ouch!"
I wiggled my finger around a bit before removing it and allowing
Sarah to stand up. It was the roughest I'd ever been with Sarah and I
immediately felt pangs of guilt, although I had enjoyed it and
probably would have gone further if time allowed.
Sarah stood up, her face flushed and angry looking. "Bastard!"
I tried my best cheeky grin and stood back and looked at her,
before moving and standing behind her.
"Now you look the part."
"What?" I actually think in her anger and surprise Sarah
had forgotten about wanting to shock everyone.
"Well your hair is disheveled, your face is red, I could hang
a towel off your nipples and both your ass and pussy are red. They
won't know which way you've been fucked, but they'll believe you
have. Maybe you should try smiling though. Shall we go?"
I looked at Sarah and thought she was about to cry, my heart
melted and I felt like a right cunt. I held her tight and started to
apologize. I suddenly felt a sharp shooting pain going from my
scrotum to my stomach.
"Ha ha, fooled ya." Sarah said, squeezing my balls
harder and sticking her nails in before letting go.
"Shall we go?"
I tried to straighten up and catch my breath as I followed Sarah's
sexy butt outside.
Sarah stopped just as she was about to step onto the patio; all
the emotion and the discomfort I still felt in my balls had caused my
cock to shrink to a more normal size as I came beside her.
"What happened to you?" Sarah said, laughing at her own
joke as she looked down at my cock.
"I don't know what you're laughing at, from my stubble rash
on your bottom it looks like you've been getting fucked up the ass
for the last half hour." We both laughed at this.
"Right, that's Muriel Collins and she's a slag, and that fat
lump there is her husband Bill, he's a bit of a letch and a perv."
"I take it you don't like them." I said smiling, having
never heard Sarah talk about anybody else like that before. She
smiled back.
"They've been friends of my parents for years, when me and
the girls were teenagers Bill would always want to swim or play games
with us, always trying to cop a feel. Never did anything but that's
because we never gave him the chance. She thinks she the wildest of
the wild, always reckoning she's more adventurous than anyone else,
but she's got no class."
"Unlike yourself." I said smiling and looking at Sarah's
red bum and inflamed pussy.
"You think I've got no class?"
"I think you're the classiest, sexiest woman I've ever met."
I said, putting my hand on her bum and pulling her in for a kiss, my
fingers planted firmly between her cheeks.
"Come on, let's give them what for." I said, breaking
the embrace and stepping onto the patio.
Groping Sarah, combined with the warm sun and the eyes of the four
naked people watching us brought my cock back to life and as we
walked to the table I could feel it gently tapping off my thighs.
"What kept you?" Asked Jane, standing up from the table.
She really was a sexy woman, by cock giving away my thoughts, if not
my face.
"I think they've been busy dear." Muriel said, also
standing up. She had a smirk on her face as she looked the two of us
up and down. She wasn't an unattractive woman, but whether it was
what Sarah had been saying or something else I'm not sure, but as I
looked at her the word 'Lizard' jumped into my mind. Any positive
effects Jane had had on my libido being quickly undone.
Dave and Bill both stood now and Muriel came over and hugged
Sarah, giving her big exaggerated air kisses to both cheeks. "It's
so lovely to see you again and to meet your new beau." As she
said this Bill gave Sarah a hug and I was watching his every move. He
pulled her close, trying to discretely thrust his hips forward a bit,
his big belly stopping his cock reaching Sarah. He had both arms
around her and the lower hand slipped smoothly down to one of her bum
cheeks. I didn't know if I wanted to punch him or laugh. He was such
a sleaze but it was so obvious that it was laughable. As he let go I
looked at Sarah who just threw her eyes up, slightly shaking her head
as if worried I might say or do something. I wondered what the
expression on my face was. Then it was my turn.
"Muriel, Bill this is Michael, Sarah's fiancé."
Jane said.
"So lovely to meet you Michael, Jane and Dave have been
telling us all about you."
She was nearly a foot shorter than me and as she got close she put
her hands up around my neck, pulling me slightly down and herself up,
before planting a kiss right onto my lips, holding it there whilst
she pressed he boobs into me and brought her right knee up between my
legs, only stopping once it made contact with my cock. I think if I
had opened my mouth she would have stuck her lizard tongue in,
thankfully I kept it shut. My cock was another matter, despite me
finding this woman slightly repulsive it responded to the touch of
her knee. God I hated my cock sometimes. She let me go, letting out a
big "oooh" obviously encouraged by the effect she'd had on
my cock.
I saw Sarah looking, 'Really? You have got to be fucking kidding
me.' For once I could read her mind. I just wanted to scream 'Sorry,
it's not my fault!'
Bill came over, thank god he only shook my hand. Neither Bill nor
Dave and Jane seemed bothered by or even to have noticed that I had
just been sexually accosted and snogged by Muriel.
Everyone went to sit down and I wanted to sit next to Sarah but
was beckoned to sit between Jane and Muriel, with Jane between her
dad and Bill. Boy girl, boy girl as it were. As I sat down Jane put
her hand on one thigh and Muriel on the other, both gently rubbing
but thankfully not moving upwards. For a change I was pretty
oblivious to their touch, being more interested in what Bill was
doing with his hands. I looked across at him and at that moment his
hands were around a tumbler of what looked like whisky, a far away
expression on his face. I studied him more closely and despite a deep
sun tan he had an unhealthy pallor to his skin and a bulbous drinkers
nose. His belly, rather than being fat was swollen, little veins
barely visible under the skin.
My attention was taken by Jane asking me what I wanted to eat and
drink. Everyone was eating now but my eyes kept being drawn back to
Bill, he wasn't eating, instead just taking small sips of his drink.
After a while he started to fall asleep, Jane also noticing.
"Bill why don't you lay down on one of the loungers, on
second thoughts why don't you lay down on our bed, Dave and Sarah
will help you."
As they helped him inside I noticed for the first time how infirm
he was and how skinny his legs were. As they went Jane turned to
Muriel.
"What have the doctors been saying?"
"Not much, just that the damage is done, not much they can
offer."
As she was talking Sarah and her dad returned, Jane filled them
in.
"Muriel was just saying that the doctors haven't got much to
offer."
"We did ask them about a liver transplant but they said he
wasn't suitable as he was still drinking. He says it's the only
pleasure he has so he won't give it up."
"It's not his only pleasure, he still managed to squeeze my
ass as we were putting him on the bed." Sarah said, to good
hearted laughter.
I thought how funny life is, only a little while ago Sarah was
talking about him with utter distaste, but now we knew how sick he
was we felt differently about him and Muriel. I also thought about
myself and my own alcoholism, if I hadn't gotten off it two years
previously I would have ended up like that.
Muriel continued talking and when she had finished began to cry.
Jane leant across me to comfort her and I tried to signal for her to
sit in my seat but she stayed leant across me, virtually pinning me
into the chair. After a moment I became aware of her boobs and
nipples rubbing off my arm that was on the arm of the chair. She was
rocking slowly backwards and forwards as she comforted her friend.
She must have been aware of what was happening as I was sure her
nipples were getting harder and my body responded in kind. I Iooked
over the table, Dave was just staring and Sarah raised a quizzical
eyebrow.
"You cry as long as you need to, let it out." Jane was
saying, then "Will I show you something lovely to look at."
"What?"
Jane sat upright and pointed down at my semi erect cock, already
seven inches and wide.
"Wow, that looks yummy and it's not even fully grown yet."
"I knew that would cheer you up." Jane said, both of
them giggling like young ones.
"Michael would you be a darling and get us more white wine
from the fridge?" Asked Jane.
My cock had gone down a bit but was still fairly big, "Of
course." I said as I stood up, stopping where I was, my cock and
balls dangling only a couple of feet from either of their faces. I
stood there enjoying the attention, aware that they were both staring
directly at me.
"Anyone want anything else from the kitchen?"
"I'll have a coffee." Said Sarah.
I initially found instant but then decided to make a pot, one
because it was nicer and I wanted one but also because it took longer
and gave them more time to talk with Muriel. As I returned carrying a
tray they were all talking and sniggering, they stopped and Jane
said. "Domesticated as well as gorgeous, you'll have to keep
him."
"I fully intend to."
I sat next to Sarah as Jane was now in my seat, she leant in and
kissed me, her hand going to my thigh, "Thank you." She
said. As she pulled back I was aware of silence and everyone staring
at us.
"I have one more job for you."
"What's that?"
"I want you to shag Muriel."
Before I could protest or say anything for that matter, Muriel
said, "Please, please Michael, I know I'm an old hag but I
really need it. I haven't been fucked in ages. I could go to the club
but they're just Viagra fueled wrinkly cocks, most of which I've had
before anyway. Besides I'd love to try one that big, please."
Thankfully, for once; my cock was not responding. With an honest
face I was able to say.
"Muriel you are not a hag, very far from it. You're a very
attractive woman and normally I'd jump at the chance to be with you
but I can't get it up at the moment, I think it must be all the
traveling and stuff."
I could sense Sarah about to say something but I stood up before
she could, showing everyone my flaccid cock to illustrate my point.
"It still looks fairly big." Said Muriel.
"I know it does, but as they say 'you can't play pool with a
piece of string'." I said warming to my subject.
"Did you have a wank when you were inside." Accused
Sarah.
"No I didn't!"
"Thank goodness for that, I don't like cream in my co
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September 03 Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 3
Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 3.
Prurient Performance Arts.
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The spell was broken, I was suddenly fully aware of the other
people in the room, all of whom it appeared had been taking pictures,
spread in a semi circle, all looking directly at me and Joyce. I
tried turning slightly away as if it might hide my increasing hard
on, I felt myself blushing a bit, there was no hiding it.
I was just about to turn around and brazen it out, as if it was
the most natural thing in the world when Jake came to my rescue.
"I had another couple of scenes in mind if we have time."
"We have plenty of time, what did you have in mind?"
Sarah asked.
"Well if Michael could get on his knees, looking up at Joyce
as if he's asking for forgiveness, I think it would make a really
emotive shot."
"Michael?, Joyce?," We both nodded. I knelt down and
ground my knees into the hard floor, all the talking and pain in my
knees had distracted me and caused my cock to shrink to a less
obvious state.
Jake gave out various instructions which we responded to, cameras
clicking all around us. Eventually he said, "That's great, now
Michael I want you to sit back on your haunches, put your head down
to the ground and your arms out in front of you, reaching for Joyce's
ankles. Joyce you just keep your head up as if you're not
interested."
We did as we were asked, Joyce being told to move her head slowly,
until she was looking down at me. I couldn't see much with my head
down but there seemed to be increased camera activity, everyone
approving of the aesthetics of Jake's chosen poses. I imagine it made
a very erotic sight, me prostrate with my naked ass sticking out and
Joyce looking down at me.
When Jake had finished Sarah said, "Right everybody, we'll
take a short break and let Michael and Joyce recover, there's some
bottled water here for whoever wants it. After the break Melisa can
direct the poses and then Joyce."
I got slowly to my feet and was stretching my legs, Sarah came
over with a bottle of water and my dressing gown. I took the water
but made no move to take the dressing gown.
"Do you want this?" Sarah asked, I shrugged as if I
wasn't bothered. The look on her face spoke a thousand words 'Put the
fucking dressing gown on'. I put it on, smirking to myself. This was
interesting, Sarah was normally so blasé about nudity, but not
at this moment, I wasn't sure if it was because they were her
students or more likely a bit of jealousy because of the chemistry
between me and Joyce.
After I was gowned Sarah asked, "How you doing?"
"It's really good, I'm really enjoying it, they're a very
creative bunch."
"I could certainly see you were enjoying it, you could try to
hide it a bit."
"I thought you liked showing me off, and besides, you've
always told me that nudity and arousal are only natural." Sarah
gave me a dirty look and sulked off. I was enjoying myself and
enjoying winding Sarah up.
I watched the students as Sarah asked them to gather round, Melisa
was in cohorts with the other young female, looking over at me and
giggling.
"Okay Melisa, what did you have in mind?" Sarah asked.
"Well if it's okay with you and with Michael I'd like to take
some close up shots, I tried zooming in on the other scenes but I
don't think they'll come out as good."
"Michael would it be okay if Melisa came in close to take
some pictures?"
"Absolutely."
"Good, Melisa in your own time."
Melisa moved closer, camera in hand, looking at me intently. She
stopped about two feet from me, her body facing my left arm. In
barely more than a whisper she said, "I want you to stand very
still, looking straight ahead, your muscles and body held tense."
I did as she asked, she started shooting frame after frame,
starting at my elbow and moving up slowly, across my upper arm and
the large tattoo on it until she was nearly aiming the camera in my
ear. She moved to the back of my neck and then slowly down my spine.
I could hear Melisa's breathing, this felt very intense and very
erotic, I had the sensation of Melisa licking her way across my body.
I decided to really concentrate hard on not getting aroused and
erect, genuinely thinking to myself that it would detract from
Melisa's art.
I was aware of Melisa squatting down behind me, taking shots of my
bum before moving down my legs
"Can you move your legs apart about a foot and tense the leg
muscles some more."
I did as she asked and she moved down one leg and back up the
other one. I was looking at the others, they seemed transfixed by the
site in front of them, no one talking or making a noise. When Melisa
got back to my right buttock she began to move around to the front,
spending a lot of time on my hip bone and the line in my abs that
lead down to my groin.
She squatted lower moving across my front, taking numerous shots
of my scrotum and my dangling cock, when she got to my left hip she
moved back in the middle, I think taking shots of just my cock,
trying to squat even lower. I was in a world of my own, thinking
Sarah had taught her well, a girl after her own heart. I was awoken
from my day dreaming by Melisa's voice.
"I can't seem to get the shot I want, Belinda could you give
me a hand?"
Belinda the other young girl came over, smiling, "What do you
want me to do?"
"I want to get a shot of the very end of it, of the Japs eye,
but I can't get low enough."
Without hesitation Belinda grabbed my cock, lifting it up so it
pointed directly at Melisa. I looked at her sternly, taken aback by
her action.
"Oops sorry." She giggled in a very girly voice "I
forgot to ask permission, is this okay?" she asked, squeezing a
bit harder. The others, including Sarah all laughed, having initially
all looked a bit shocked and worried. I smiled and laughed also. I
think it was the combination of the innocent voice verses the very
grown up action that made it funny. And also it felt very nice, my
cock growing and hardening of its own volition. Melisa snapped away,
recording the growing cock.
"Ooh it's a heavy one," Belinda giggled, bringing more
laughter from the rest of us and causing Sarah to call an end to
proceedings.
"We couldn't have you being wanked off in front of the
class." As she later explained to me.
After I had regained a bit of composure we were all stood around
chatting, this time me in the nude, the atmosphere much more relaxed
than earlier, the laughing helping in that regard. I was chatting
with Melisa,
"I really enjoyed posing for you, it was a great idea, where
did you come up with the idea?"
"Me and Belinda thought it up between us."
"So was her grabbing my cock planned?"
She went a bit red, "Belinda said it was the biggest she'd
ever seen and she wanted to feel what it felt like, so we came up
with that idea. I was meant to go to your cock nearly straight away,
but I got really into taking pictures of all of you. You have great
legs and ass, as well as the other thing, I hope you don't mind."
I smiled "No I don't mind, I really enjoyed it, it was very
erotic, thank you." Cheeky cows!
"Right Michael, if you've finished corrupting the young
ladies we'll get on with Joyce's shoot," Sarah said.
"I don't think I'm corrupting them, I think I need protecting
from them." I replied, which got some nods and laughs.
"What did you have in mind Joyce?" Sarah asked.
"Are you flexible Michael?" Joyce asked me.
"A bit."
"Can you touch your toes?"
"Yes"
Moving closer to me, she said,
"I'll show you what I want you to do then."
Joyce moved her legs just over shoulder width apart, with straight
legs she bent at the waist, putting her hands behind her ankles,
causing her skirt to ride three quarters of the way up her tone
thighs and her gorgeous round bottom to stick out, only inches from
my cock. She slowly stood up.
"Do you think you could do that?"
I looked at Sarah, she was trying to keep a blank expression but I
could see a slight twitching at the side of her mouth, I turned to
Joyce,
"Yes, I think I can do that."
I turned my back to the group, facing the blank wall. I shook out
my legs, making my ass cheeks wobble like a male stripper and then
slowly bent as far as I could. I held onto my ankles but wasn't
flexible enough to see between my legs, just staring down at the
floor.
I could immediately felt how tight my hamstrings were and was
concentrating on taking slow, deep breaths to help my muscles relax.
I had enjoyed all my other poses, but as well as being uncomfortable
I was also thinking that this was probably not a particularly
appealing site.
I was wondering whether Joyce thought me being bent over as I was
made a good, provocative, even erotic picture or whether she'd chosen
this just because she could.
Either way my hamstrings were starting to cramp and I decided to
straighten up.
"Sorry about that, I couldn't hold it any longer."
"That's fine; I think everyone got to see what they wanted,"
Sarah said, with a tone to her voice.
"We still have a little time left, anyone got any other ideas
they want to try out." She said
There was silence, I was wondering if the last scene had been a
bit too much for people's sensibilities. Finally Joyce said, "If
no one else wants to take a go, I have one more idea I'd like to
try."
Sarah gave her what I thought was a bit of a withering look; Joyce
seemed either not to notice or not to care.
"What did you have in mind Joyce?" She asked.
"Well if we could bring that bench over here I'd like to
stand up on it and takes some pictures from above Michael."
I could see Sarah thinking, her body relaxing a bit "That
sounds interesting," she said.
Two of the lads brought over a bench from against the wall. It was
about two feet high and Joyce stood up on it.
"Michael, if you could come and stand here with your back to
me," Joyce said, motioning to a spot in front of her.
"No I'm not high enough, could you kneel down."
I did as I was asked.
"That's much better." I was aware of Joyce above me,
camera pointed down, clicking away.
"Could you put your hands out a little, making your shoulders
flex; that's a great shot, thanks."
"Sarah would it be okay if Michael pulled his willy just a
little bit, to make it stick out, so I can get it in the picture?"
Joyce asked.
"Is that okay with you Michael?" Sarah asked.
"I've no problem with that," I answered. I paused for a
while, letting the tension build up, aware of all the eyes looking at
me. I took my cock in my right hand; it already felt heavy and full
of blood. I kept my eyes open and slowly pulled it; it instantly
began to stiffen and rise.
I let go, not wanting a full erection but aware that this one was
already over seven inches and thick.
"Is that okay?" I asked, looking up at Joyce. She was
staring down at me, a glazed looked in her eyes and her mouth
slightly open; after a moment she said, "Perfect."
She took another few shots, "Can you flex your shoulders
again, hold your belly tight and lean back a little."
I did as she asked, as I tightened my abs and leaned back I could
feel the front of my thighs stretch and tighten and my cock stick out
some more. It was a great feeling; a nice stretch, my muscles taut
and hard and that tightness you get in your balls when blood is
flowing to your cock. I felt so alive and masculine.
I could hear Joyce clicking away and was aware of the others to my
left also taking photos, I automatically pulled my abs tighter,
causing my cock to rise and protrude even further. This must be some
sight.
"Michael could you lean back further?"
I did as Joyce asked until my bum was touching my heels and my
shoulders were touching the bench Joyce was stood on. I could see the
camera pointing directly down at me, obscuring Joyce's face. I could
also see her boobs and the outline of her low cut bra, restrained by
her blouse as she leaned forward.
"Michael, rest both hands on the front of your hips, face
down, either side of your cock; good! now flex all your arm muscles;
wonderful! now tilt your head back slowly, eyes straight ahead."
I got into position, concentrating on flexing hard but staying
still at the same time. Wow! Joyce had her legs apart for balance and
as I tilted my head back I was between her legs, looking straight up.
She must know, in fact I think she wiggled further apart to give me
more room and a better view. It's dark near the top but I can see
Joyce's creamy thighs touching, the outline of her ass cheeks just
visible as her skirt bellows out to cover her round ass.
My view of the rest of the room is obscured by Joyce's legs but to
me the atmosphere feels electric. My previously hard cock is now rock
hard and erect, my body angle causing it to point up at Joyce. Oh my
god! Joyce leans forward to take close ups of my cock, this causes
her thighs to tighten and move apart some more, her ass to stick out
and her skirt to rise up, letting in more light.
I can see small white panties wedged into her crotch and between
her ass cheeks, I feel my cock twitch a little and what I think is
pre cum trickle out. This woman could make me explode without even
touching me.
I'm expecting Sarah to stop it at any minute, but she doesn't.
Joyce leans a bit closer, I can see her hamstrings, defined and
tight, leading to her glorious ass. A bit of my brain tells me I need
to stop this before it goes any further. I want to speak but don't
know if I can, I manage to croak,
"You can squat down if you want, get a closer shot."
I heard gasps from our watchers and a little laugh from Joyce. She
stepped down off the bench smiling; she leaned down to me and in a
sultry voice said "Naughty!" before leaning in further and
kissing me, the tip of her tongue brushing very lightly against my
lips. Joyce straightened up and a spontaneous round of applause comes
from our audience.
I straightened, slightly embarrassed, I didn't know whether to
stand, turn and take a small bow or go and put my dressing gown on. I
decided on the dressing gown.
I could hear people chatting and saying how good it was, I put on
my dressing gown and turned around. Sarah is chatting to Joyce and
calls me over, I'm a bit nervous about this.
"That was fabulous you two, really erotic and sexy. I'm not
sure how many photos we took, everyone was too busy watching and
holding their breath."
"I got some good close ups, you're a beautiful man and great
model," Joyce said.
"Thank you, my view was pretty spectacular too."
The three of us laughed a little and Joyce went a little red, she
leaned into us and in a low, conspiratorial voice said, "I
haven't felt this turned on in ages, I'll have to take it out on my
husband when I get home." We laughed again and I said,
"Lucky husband." Which got me a blush from Joyce and a
dirty look from Sarah.
Sarah made a little speech thanking me and thanking the students
for their hard work over the previous weeks and saying she was
looking forward to the same next term. Belinda asked if I'd be coming
back next term and I said I'd love too. After that people began to
leave, a few coming over to say goodbye personally.
Joyce came over and gave Sarah a hug and a kiss on the cheeks,
"Thank you, you've really inspired me, I'll be in contact
soon." She said to Sarah.
Turning to me she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "See
you sexy man." I blushed a bit.
Belinda came over and gave me a big hug, holding far longer than
necessary, grinding herself into me until the obvious effect
happened. She let go and gave me a slow kiss on the lips, I dare not
move. Her work done, she let go and said "Bye!" before
walking out with an exaggerated wiggle. I looked at Sarah who smiled
and shook her head as if to say 'Unbelievable' I just tutted and said
"Young ones, huh."
After everyone was gone I asked Sarah what she thought of it, she
said she'd found some of it hard, feeling more jealous and
uncomfortable than she thought she would but that she had managed to
relax and really enjoyed the eroticism of it.
She asked how I found it, I said I'd enjoyed every bit of it,
feeling incredibly turned on but not able to do anything about it. I
also said I enjoyed winding her up and making her jealous, which got
me a slap on the arm.
I asked what Joyce had meant by being in contact soon,
"I asked her if she would like to pose for me, to do some
couple shoots with you and she said she'd love to." I was
speechless, my cock instantly hardening under my gown.
"Would you like to fuck her?"
Without hesitation and with a smirk I answered "Absolutely,
I'd like to fuck every bit of her."
Which got me another slap. I turned and walked over to the door
and locked it, locking us in and others out. I took Sarah in my arms,
kissing her passionately, holding her tight so she could be in no
doubt as to how horny I was.
I pushed her to her knees, she opened my gown, my big, hard cock
right in front of her face.
"Ooh, you are a naughty, big boy."
"Do you mind if I call you Joyce?" which got me the
hardest slap, right across my cock.
Going on holiday and meeting Sarah's parents.
We were getting the 7am flight to Faro, on the south coast of
Portugal; and were both weary, having been up late the night before
and then up early to travel to the airport. It was only just after
five but the traffic was building up already.
"How you doing?" I asked, turning to look at Sarah.
"Good, just tired."
"You looking forward to it?"
"I am. Once we get through the bloody airport and are on the
plane I'll perk up a bit; it'll feel like we're on holiday."
I smiled and leaned over and kissed her, and promptly got hooted
from the car behind, the traffic having moved off in front of me. We
both laughed as we drove off, getting hooted had cheered us up a bit.
The evening before had been strained, partly because of the hassle
of packing at the last minute but mainly because of the strange,
unfamiliar mood that Sarah was in. Any comments I made or questions I
asked were met with sarky, snapped replies. I could have asked her
what was bothering her but I had a fairly good idea what the problem
was and wanted to get my own head around it first.
At Sarah's request I had spent the previous afternoon posing nude
for a group of students she taught photography to. I took a bit of
convincing but once the session started I had thoroughly enjoyed it,
finding it both liberating and incredibly erotic. Therein lay the
problem, I think.
Over the nine months we had been together Sarah had changed me;
from a staid, fairly conservative character to a much more outgoing,
adventurous one; bringing out my exhibitionist side along the way. We
now spent much of our time at home in the nude, Sarah photographing
me regularly and even making me the star of her successful
photographic exhibition; where there were two whole rooms filled with
pictures of cocks; big, small, black, white, every type. She had
convinced me, along with herself, to go naked in public, and we had
had incredibly hot sexual encounters with her two wild sisters.
Throughout all of this we had grown closer and more in love,
planning to get married the following year. Sarah's mantra was that
love was a special thing between two people but that sexuality and
nudity were the most natural, beautiful things in the world, to be
enjoyed and embraced. It was the way she was brought up and she
totally believed it. I was way behind her but catching up fast,
embracing this new attitude and lifestyle, which brings us to the
previous afternoon.
42 min
September 02 Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 2
Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 2.
Sarah's cock exhibition opens.
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"So, can Mike lick my pussy now?"
Sadie asked Sarah
"Afraid not, we haven't got a lot
of time, we've so much to get ready for the opening tonight."
"Aah that's not fair, both Mike
and Ruth got to cum."
"Don't be silly, we all need to
have a shower and get moving, use the shower head or something,
you'll manage," Sarah answered with a smile.
Sadie sulked off to her bedroom,
followed by a nearly recovered Ruth. Sarah looked at me,
"Come on lover boy, we need to get
going."
"We need to talk."
"No we don't."
"Yes we do," I answered.
"That was amazing, but it's not
right, I love you, I've just had hand sex with your sisters, I love
you, it's not right," Sarah put her finger to my lips, I was
babbling, the emotions from coming down off my sexual high flowing
out of me, I was close to tears.
"Shush, sit down."
I sat, Sarah then sitting on my knee
and kissing me gently, holding me tight.
"It's okay, it's okay" she
told me "We're fine, I love you too."
As I calmed and my breathing settled
Sarah sat back a little and looking intently at me, said
"Listen to me, I told you I was
fascinated by cocks," I nodded "Well we're a wild family
and the girls are very sexual too, I think we get it off our mother,
but that's another story. Anyway what just happened there was
amazing, you should have seen your face, but it was just sex,
incredible sex, but just sex. I love you very much but I'm happy for
you to enjoy sex. As long as I decide who it's with." She said
with a smile.
I looked at Sarah, there was some logic
to what she said, very twisted logic but logic none the least. I
slipped my hand up under the tee shirt she was still wearing, finding
a nipple, I pinched it gently.
"Well, can I have sex with you
then?"
"No you bloody can't, I have to
get ready," and off to the shower she went.
We eventually all ate some breakfast,
the girls heading out to do some shopping before going to the gallery
to finish things for tonight. Before they went Sarah said.
"See you about 7, everyone's
coming for a few nibbles and champers before we start, wish me luck."
"Good luck."
As they headed for the door Ruth gave
me a hard slap on the ass, "See you later handsome." They
all giggled, they really were a crazy bunch.
As the day wore on I was becoming
increasingly nervous, both for Sarah and for myself. I also felt
unsettled about the mornings events, however much Sarah laughed it
off. I went to the gym which took my mind off it for a little while.
I was worried for Sarah, what if people
didn't like or understand her work? She'd put so much of herself into
it, she'd be shattered. I also knew that there would be pictures of
my cock on display, this could be highly embarrassing, People might
not know it's me, but they might.
I arrived shortly after 7 and was
surprised that there seemed to about forty people milling around,
chatting away. I looked for a face I knew and saw John, Sarah's boss.
He came over, gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Welcome,
lover boy."
"Hi John, how's it going?"
"Great, great, everything's good.
Sarah's flitting around somewhere, as nervous as anything. I told her
she shouldn't be though. Her photos look incredible and the gallery
people have done a great job with the lighting, really brings out the
images."
Just then I heard the loud tapping of a
glass.
"Can I have your attention please
everyone," It was Marissa the gallery owner. "We're going
to go through to the next room where this remarkable and provocative
exhibition is being staged. Sarah, the photographer will be at hand
to answer any questions you may have and I'll be there to take your
money should you wish to buy one," this brought a little
laughter from the crowd. "Without further ado please follow me."
I was near the back of the crowd as we
moved to the next room, I could hear "Wows" and "Oohs"
and even an "Oh my" from the people in front of me as they
entered. I walked in and was immediately surrounded by cocks. There
were big ones, little ones, black ones, brown ones. Seemingly every
type and shape. Who did they all belong too, when had she taken them?
John was beside me and as if reading my
mind said,
"A lot of cocks isn't there, but
don't worry I think yours is by far the nicest."
"Thanks," I said, a bit
sarcastically.
"There's thirty four images in
total, I think eight are of you, although she may have blended some
images together."
"Wow, it's amazing, startling,"
I said. And it really was, the way the images were displayed and lit
within the small room made you feel like you were being watched and
followed by cocks. Mind blowing stuff.
Sadie came over to me.
"It's great isn't it?"
"Yes, amazing."
"I'll say one thing for my sister,
she had plenty of spunk to take these pictures," She said, the
double entendre fully intended.
"Um" I said, smiling.
"I think Sarah's over there
talking to some people, will I get her?"
"No not at all, leave her be, I'll
catch her later."
I started to wander around the
exhibition, they really were startling, thought inspiring images and
under normal circumstances or if I had been more mature I might have
appreciated them more. As it was I spent my time trying to identify
my cock and comparing it with others on show.
For the most part they seemed to be an
arty type of crowd. I overheard one lady discussing one of my pics,
she turned to her companion and said,
"It does make one consider the
juxtaposed roles of the penis in our society." Load of bollocks.
I was stood looking at a flaccid,
uncircumcised cock, very wrinkled, reminding me of a Pugs face when I
became aware of a tall West Indian guy stood next to me.
"Hi, I'm Leon," he introduced
himself. "I'm one of the cocks in the pictures," pointing
to an image over to our right. It was erect, long, maybe longer than
mine, and thin.
I looked at Leon, he was a couple of
inches taller than me but not as broad. He was obviously very proud
of himself and happy to be in the exhibition. I didn't want to get
into a cock comparing competition with him, or for that matter chat
to someone who might be an old boyfriend of Sarah's. But not wanting
to be rude either I said,
"Hi, I'm Mike, I'm in a couple of
photos too."
"You must be the really thick one,
congratulations."
"Thanks." This evening was
becoming more bizarre by the minute.
I was saved by Ruth and Sadie coming
over to me, all giggly and flirty, they took me by the arms.
"How you doing, big boy?"
"A bit overwhelmed and freaked if
I'm to be honest."
"Relax, just concentrate on what
an amazing photographer and artist our sister is. Come over here,
there's someone Sarah wants you to meet."
Sarah was talking to a small, well
groomed man, mid thirties I would guess, the word dapper came to
mind.
"Darling I'd like you meet Steve
Linwood. Steve is an art dealer and feels he can sell some of my work
for far more than I'm asking here. Steve this is my fiancé and
muse, Michael."
"Nice to meet you Michael,"
Steve said, offering his hand. "I was just saying to Sarah how
much I loved her work, very provocative and salable in today's
market. I asked her about her inspiration and she offered to
introduce us."
"Nice to meet you too Steve, she
is a very talented and inspiring lady."
"I particularly like this one,"
he said, pointing to a close up shot of my erect knob. It was an
impressive picture, Sarah had manipulated shading and different light
into the picture, giving the impression of different textures along
the length of my cock. I went into complete bullshit mode,
"It's one of my favorites too,
very evocative, it brings to mind the power and the vulnerability of
the penis." Sarah just glared at me.
"I couldn't have said it better
myself. Wonderful work, Sarah I'll be in touch," Steve said,
wandering off.
"What's with all the evocative
bullshit talk?" Sarah asked
"Just expressing ones considered
opinion," I said in my best high highfalutin voice. "And
what's all this about me being your fiancé?"
"Oh that, well I decided a few
weeks ago that we should get married, I just hadn't told you yet."
Sarah looked at me, "What do you
say?"
"I say yes."
Sarah nearly jumped into my arms, we
kissed.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Right, put me down, I have some
photos to sell," and she was off, buzzing around the place.
One thing was for certain, my life with
Sarah would never be boring.
We were sat around after the
exhibition, myself and Sarah, her sisters and John and Marissa. They
were downing the remaining Champagne and celebrating a great evening.
Sarah stood up and announced our engagement, cheers and kisses all
around. I got a big smacker from John and even a little peck from the
ice cool Marissa. I got a luscious kiss off of Ruth followed by a
sultry "Welcome to our family". Whilst a tipsy Sadie tried
to snog me and said a little bit to loudly, "You might be
marrying my sister but you still owe me a good tonguing." This
got her a slap on the ass and a "Dirty bitch," from Sarah.
What a family.
They were all full of beans and wanted
to carry on partying. All I wanted to do was take Sarah home. I think
Sarah was a bit torn but knew by the look on my face that I really
wanted and needed her. So we went home whilst the others went
clubbing.
Sarah was mellowing out by the time we
got home, the excitement and buzz of the day fading away. we just
looked at each other and said, "lets go to bed."' Sarah was
cuddled into me, her hand on my cock, not moving, just holding it. I
could sense her body relaxing, sleep not far away. I chose my moment.
"So tell me about the other
cocks," I said, trying to sound more serious than I actually
was.
"What, well, what did you mean?"
Sarah said, her body awaking and tensing a bit.
"Well there was a lot of them,
whose were they all?"
"All sorts, friends, family,
strangers."
"Family?"
"Just the one" Sarah laughed
"Of my dad, years ago on holiday, it was the little wrinkled
one."
"Did he know?"
"God no, although I don't think he
would really have minded."
"And how'd you get ones of
strangers?"
"Just walk up and ask them."
"No fucking way."
"Yep, it's amazing what a pretty
girl can get away with."
"Tart"
"I know."
"And how would you persuade them?"
"I have my ways."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Go on, tell me."
"Lets just say I sometimes used my
womanly wiles, very effective they were too."
"Tart."
"They obviously work on you"
Sarah's hand started to move up and down my now rock hard cock
"God, I think it's actually
getting bigger over time," Sarah said.
"Must have been the good pulling
your sisters gave it this morning, stretched it."
"Now who's the tart?""
"Me, me, me, but I'm your tart."
'I know."
I was actually a bit nervous the next
morning, not really wanting a repeat of the previous days
shenanigans. I needn't have worried, both girls were far too hungover
to worry about anything other than their headaches. They looked
amazingly sexy and quite adorable as they sat round in their short
tee shirts, complaining that their heads hurt and that they felt
sick.
Myself and Sarah had decided to go back
to our nudist ways, me figuring the girls had seen and felt plenty
the day before and wouldn't be offended. They were either completely
okay with it or completely oblivious as they didn't even make a smart
comment. I however was not oblivious, both girls had big boobs and as
they moved around I could see their nipples getting harder as they
rubbed against the material. Very distracting.
Ruth seemed the more hungover of the
two, she was sat at one end of the sofa, with Sarah cuddled up to me
at the other end and Sadie sat on the armchair reading a magazine.
"I Really feel like crap,"
said Ruth, and with that she swung her legs around and pulled them up
tight to her chest. Oh my good god. My cock had been semi hard the
whole morning, what with being nude and three sexy women around me,
but now it went rock hard, completely independent of my brain. Here
only a few feet from me was the most gorgeous nude pussy I had ever
seen, the lips glistening and slightly apart.
"Nice, uh," said Sarah
following my gaze
"Very," I said
"It looks delicious."
"I
43 min
September 01 Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 1
Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 1.
A story of sin, salvation and sex.
Based on a
post by Biggalute.
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"I want to sleep with you!" Sarah said.
"What", "Wow", "Yeah," or words to
that effect stumbled from my mouth. Or maybe I said nothing, so
dumbfounded was I. Sarah smiled, her green eyes twinkling. Sensing
and probably enjoying my confusion she leaned forward and whispered
in my ear,"I said I want to sleep with you tonight, what do you
say?"
"Err, yes."
"Good," she clinked her bottle off of mine, "Don't
drink too many of those," and was gone, saying something about
wanting to mingle some more before we left.
This was wild, I hadn't been with a woman or even tried to chat
one up, not sober at least, in over two years and now a beautiful
woman who I hardly knew had just said she wanted to sleep with me.
How did I get here?
I'd scraped through college, I was bright but much more interested
in drinking and fucking than I was in any text books. I finished
college and moved back to London and somehow landed a nice little
number as a trader in an investment bank. It was busy, which l
enjoyed, the money was very good and so was the partying.
After a while my drinking was becoming a problem both for me and
my employer. They gave me two weeks leave and told me to sort myself
out. I found a nice clinic where they gave me nice pills, spoke
nicely, told me I was cured and gave me a nice big bill.
I obviously wasn't 'cured' but I had gone a period of time without
a drink, gotten over the worst of the Hebe-gee bees and with support
from friends and some heavy duty benzos managed to stay off the grog.
My main boss, it turned out, had been an addict himself and proved to
be quite understanding; in fact it was him who suggested I join a
gym, and so it was that I replaced one addiction with another, albeit
a much healthier one.
Six months into my new life and I'm in the gym almost nightly,
giving it large, muscles bulging, heart pounding, sweat pouring; I
loved it. I'd never felt so good.
One evening at the gym a very vaguely familiar face wanders over,
'It's Mike, isn't it?"
"Yes that's right, sorry, do I know you?"
"Barry, Barry Jones. We met a few times at Uni."
"When I saw you come in I thought you looked familiar, but I
couldn't place you."
Barry says not to worry, I was very pissed the few time we met,
probably hard to remember. After a bit more small talk he asks, "Do
you remember Liz Cordon?"
"I do," I say. "Beautiful looking girl, big boobs,
always flirting and trying to cajole people into joining some student
society or other."
Barry laughs, "That's the one, we're engaged now."
I felt myself redden a bit, "Sorry mate, didn't mean to be
insulting."
"No worries," he smiled. "Liz would probably agree
with that description herself. Anyway, we're having a BBQ Saturday
night, you should come along, Liz would love to meet you again and
there should be a few others you know too."
Now it's not that I don't like Barbecues, but the thought of being
around lots of people drinking worries me, also I often acted like a
complete bollix when at Uni, and then there's the question of women.
I was, somehow, quite successful with women, my often drunken
patter charming the knickers off of more than a few of my fellow
students. The prospect of meeting someone I had either slept with or
had offended, or maybe both of these things, really didn't appeal.
I reluctantly agreed, and so on a balmy Saturday evening in July I
bought a bottle of wine and a six pack of non alcoholic beer for
myself and went to the BBQ.
Liz was as vivacious as l remembered her, giving me a big hug,
seemingly unaware of the effects her big boobs could have on a man
when pressed into his chest. I was introduced to a few people I
didn't know and then found myself a little corner where l could stand
and take it all in. It was then that Sarah came over to me, she told
me we had met twice at parties and that l had twice tried my hardest
to chat her up, I said it surely couldn't have been my hardest, which
got a little laugh. A little bit more small talk and then Bam! "I
want to sleep with you."
Anyone looking at me as Sarah walked away would surely have seen a
large, grown man with his jaw hanging open. I really was taken aback.
After I had re gathered my composure I spent the rest of the
evening making small talk and stealing glances at Sarah, studying her
face, unmade up as far as I could tell but with a glowing, English
rose like complexion. And wondering, wondering what lie ahead and
also what lie beneath her leggings and the loose, white, thigh length
shirt she was wearing. Finally she came over to me.
"You ready to go?"
"Yes."
We walked out of the house, a few knowing glances and nods bidding
us farewell.
"Where too?" Sarah asked.
"I only live about fifteen minutes walk away so we could go
there."
"Perfect."
As we rounded the first corner Sarah stopped me, put her hand
behind my head and brought me down for a kiss. I've had plenty of
kisses before, but none like this. It seemed to go on forever,
sending sensations through my whole body, l actually felt my knees
start to buckle.
"Wow."
Sarah smiled coyly, she took my hand and we began to walk. After
no more than ten steps it was my turn, l nearly lifted her off the
ground in my eagerness to kiss her, this time it was her turn to say,
"Wow, at this rate we'll never get to yours." We both
laughed like love struck kids.
We walked, talked and laughed. She said that she'd liked me when
we'd met before but that I was too much of a pisshead and that I was
much nicer sober. She told me she worked as a graphic designer but
really wanted to be a professional photographer. l talked about my
work and my battle with the booze. Only as l was putting the key in
the lock did the reality of what we were planning to do hit me.
"Nice apartment."
"Thanks."
"You live here alone?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Sarah just smiled and asked for the bathroom. Whilst she was gone
l was thinking. Up to this point Sarah had been very assertive and
seemed to know exactly what she wanted, which was both a new and
enjoyable experience for me, but l was a bit conflicted, my alpha
side telling me to take control.
"You found it Okay?"
"Yes thanks, I must say this place is very neat and tidy, for
a bachelor pad."
"Confession, I have a cleaner come in once a week."
"That explains it."
We both smiled and looked at each other.
"Where's the bedroom?"
"Through there, but l want you to take your clothes off
here," I said, trying to slow my breathing and sound calm.
Sarah stared at me, then with a slight grin started to unbutton
her shirt. I knew from cuddling Sarah earlier that she was slim and
small breasted, not my normal 'type', but as she slowly worked her
way down, it was all I could do not to let my tongue hang out, or
burst out of my trousers for that matter.
As she removed her shirt I could see that she wore no bra under
her thin, delicately laced camisole, the outline of her small breasts
and erect nipples clearly visible. Sarah never took her eyes off of
me as she lifted it slowly over her head, standing, almost
challenging me to absorb every inch of her. After a few seconds she
slowly turned, showing me her slim, finely muscled back. It was only
then that I noticed how toned her whole body was, defined arms and
back and slim legs leading to an incredibly pert bum, still hidden
under her leggings.
The sexual tension was incredible, she stood facing me again, an
eyebrow gently raised, questioning. What do you think? Shall I
continue? I smiled and gave a little nod, this was the most erotic
thing I had ever seen.
Sarah chuckled, " You're enjoying this." She blew me a
kiss, lightning the mood and breaking the spell and in what looked
like one movement removed her leggings and shoes.
She stood naked and proud, " What do you think?"
"Beautiful."
She walked forward and gave me the lightest of kisses, "Your
turn now."
Moving sensually was not my thing, so l just took a deep breath
and stripped, Sarah standing with an amused smirk, particularly when
I had to stretch my underpants outwards to get them over my engorged
cock.
"Golly, that's bigger and more beautiful than I had heard."
"Excuse me?"
"Your cock and what you could do with it were the talk of the
student bars."
"Piss off."
"Well maybe not quite, but still you had a reputation."
"Blimey!"
She winked at me, "I like nice cocks, that's why I wanted to
sleep with you."
"Use me and abuse me why don't you."
"l fully intend to."
Sarah grabbed my cock with a surprisingly strong grip and started
to pump it slowly.
"Ooh this is going to be fun, it's not the longest I've seen
but it's certainly the thickest, my fingers are nowhere near
touching."
Now l like dirty talk as much as the next man but I was beginning
to get a little bit freaked.
"How many have you seen?"
"Ooh lots," She said, her rhythm on my cock never
changing. "I'm quite an aficionado, in fact you could say I'm
fascinated by them."
Now I would have like to have asked her more but all I could
manage was a groan, the rhythmic pumping having the desired effect.
Sarah knew she had me, she brought her other hand around and gently
squeezed my balls. "Come with me," and with that she lead
me, by the cock, into the bedroom.
We stopped just before the bed, Sarah kissed me, her hand never
leaving my cock.
"Lay down, I'm going to fuck your brains out."
I did as she said, propping myself up on the pillows so I could
watch Sarah. She positioned herself between my legs, running her
hands up my body, slowly tracing the outline of the muscles, stopping
with her head beside my cock. "I don't think there's any chance
of that fitting in my mouth," she said, before running her
tongue the length of it and sticking her tongue into the slit,
eliciting groans of both pain and pleasure, so sensitive was it. "Ooh
sorry," Sarah said, before kissing it better, which was both
adorable and delicious.
Sarah raised herself up, her eyes locked into mine as she
straddled me. I don't think my cock has ever been as hard, aching ,
so engorged was it. Sarah grabs a hold and positions me at her
opening then stops, staring at me with a devilish look. She lets go
and starts to tease her clit before slipping two fingers into
herself. Her expression changes, eyes closed as she starts frigging
herself hard. God she is so hot. I'm completely mesmerized by Sarah,
holding my breath as she's pants, writhes and shudders into what
looks like the most intense orgasm I have ever seen. She's gone, half
open eyes looking but not seeing, lost and vulnerable in that
intense, incredible feeling. I sit forward and put my arms around
Sarah, holding her close, her head nestled into my lightly haired
chest. As her breathing settles Sarah looks at me.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"For not fucking you." And then half-heartedly, "We
could do it now."
"Don't spoil it, that was the most erotic, intense thing I
have ever seen, it was mind blowing for me so god only knows how you
must feel." I brush the hair from her face, I honestly think
this is the sexiest woman I have ever met. "Lay down," I
say.
We lay making small talk, Sarah cuddled into me, her head on my
right shoulder, her right arm across me and my hand firmly on her
bum, my middle finger just lying between her cheeks. This feels so
gorgeous and so right.
Sarah started tracing shapes across my skin with the lightest
touch of her fingers. Now although I still felt horny, the horniness
had been tempered by the contentedness that I felt in having this
incredible woman close to me. But once her fingers started moving, my
libido went into overdrive, my skin on fire and my cock rock hard,
touching my belly button and ready to do some serious damage.
Sarah sensed my tension, her hand reaching down and touching me,
her fingers feeling slightly sticky as they touched my hot skin.
"Oh my god! That feels even bigger than before."
"I really need to explode, I want to be deep inside you."
Sarah didn't say anything she just bit my chest,
"Ouch."
She pulled me over and wriggled under me at the same time, our
faces only inches apart as I supported my weight.
"I want you to fuck me so hard, Drill me, Screw me."
Sarah put her arms around my neck and pulled her face to mine,
kissing and biting my lips, frenzied in her passion.
I put a hand between us and pinched her nipple hard,
"Ouch, harder!"
I pinched again, holding the pressure there.
"Fuck Me!"
Both our hands went down, Sarah holding her pussy lips open as I
started to slowly push into her, aware of my size and her small
frame.
"Harder," Sarah barked, biting and scratching, pushing
herself onto me. Meeting each one of my thrusts with one of her own,
she wrapped her legs around me, opening herself up and pulling me in
at the same time.
The sheer animal brutality of it proved to much, I exploded with a
force I didn't think possible. I know it's only a few cc but it felt
like gallons, wave after wave, spasm after spasm.
Sarah held on tight, not allowing our bodies to part or my cock to
leave her hot, glorious hole.
"Kneel up," she said and I knelt back on my haunches,
easily bringing Sarah with me. I was suddenly acutely aware of the
difference in our sizes. I was a muscular, broad shouldered six
footer and she was a slim, small boned woman. I must have easily been
twice her weight. Surely I must have hurt her.
I kissed her, "That was amazing, incredible," I said.
"Yes it was."
"Thank you," I kissed her again, holding her tightly.
"I'm sorry if I was a bit rough, I hope I didn't hurt you."
As if by answer Sarah pushed herself down on me and held my soft
cock tight with her pussy, "No, maybe bruised my cervix a bit,
but apart from that.." I looked at Sarah, her face breaking into
a gorgeous smile, her eyes twinkling, letting me know she was joking
me. I smiled, god I could love this woman.
The next morning I awoke and was aware of Sarah sat up in the bed
next to me, sketching on a note pad that I normally leave in the
kitchen. She leaned down and kissed me.
"Morning sleepy head, I helped myself to coffee, I hope you
don't mind."
"No of course not."
"Would you like a cup?"
"Yes please."
Sarah jumped out of bed and went to the kitchen, god, she really
was gorgeous, lithe and energetic and seemingly completely at ease
with herself and her naked body. I leant over and picked up the pad
from the bedside cabinet where Sarah had left it. On it was a drawing
of a mans midsection, presumably mine, covering from halfway up my
thighs to just below my rib cage. I'm not artistically natured, but
to me it seemed very good. Sarah returned with the coffee.
"That's a very good drawing."
"Thanks, I hope you didn't mind me drawing you why you were
still asleep." I shook my head
"There's another one on the previous page."
I flipped over the page to be greeted by a very detailed drawing
of my penis, veins and all.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting that," I said, Sarah just
smiled at me. I looked at it some more, "It nearly looks like
there's colors in it, how'd you do that?"
"It's just shading, gives that effect."
"Very good."
"I hope you don't mind, I loved the look of it when I woke up
and wanted to draw it."
"No I don't mind, you wouldn't know it was mine, it could be
anyone's."
"I'd always know it was yours."
"Do you draw pictures of all the cocks you've seen?"
"No, I normally take photos of them."
Before I could say anymore Sarah kissed me deeply and this
inevitably lead to another rip-roaring love making session. Oh, and
my coffee went cold.
We spent the rest of the day together, in fact over the next
couple of weeks we spent nearly all our free time together mainly at
mine as Sarah shared an apartment. Sarah was as good as her word and
started taking some photos of me, awake and with my permission, often
my genitals but other parts also.
One evening Sarah said her flat mate was moving out and she'd have
to get someone else in to share the rent. I said it would make more
sense if she moved in with me.
"Don't you think that's a big step for us to take?"
"It is, but you're here most of the time, which I love and I
like the idea of you living here, if you want to."
Sarah was quite for a time and then said "I'd love to,"
and with a smile, "I can be your live in lover, you can be my
muse, I can take photos and draw pictures of you whenever I want."
"Um" I said.
She seemed to work in body parts, rarely taking ones of my face or
whole body. I was happy with my body and enjoyed the attention. I'll
admit that I found it an incredible turn on having this beautiful
woman take pictures of my body. Whenever she was taking ones of my
prick I would very quickly get a hard on which Sarah would give out
about as it wasn't always the shot she was after.
"I already have lots of pics of your ginormous, gorgeous
hard-on, I want ones of it flaccid or semi-hard."
"I know, but I can't help it, it's the effect you have on
me."
We tried taking shots after sex, but nothing was as guaranteed to
get me hard again as Sarah getting her camera or phone and taking
photos.
"There's only one thing for it, whenever we're both at home
you have to be naked, you can't possibly stay hard the whole time,
that way I'll get lots of different shots."
"What!, you want me to prance around twerking naked, just so
you can take some photos."
"Yes," she laughed. Coming over to me she took my cock
in her soft hands "It'll be fun, and I'll join you in the buff,
we'll live naked."
I wanted to argue, but Sarah knew the way to a mans heart wasn't
through his stomach but somewhere south of that, and by twisting her
wrist, twisted me around her finger in two seconds flat.
So it was that we started living naked, this was no problem for
Sarah who even as a child had been on naturist holidays with her
parents and seemed happier out of clothes than in them. For me it was
more problematic, do you know how dodgy it is to open a hot oven with
a big dong sticking out in front of you? It can be eye watering to
say the least. Sarah took great delight in first buying and then
dressing me up in a flowery little apron.
I came to love being naked and whilst nakedness in of itself isn't
necessarily sexual, our nakedness certainly was, every time we would
touch it was electric, no hiding our arousal, whether it was Sarah's
erect nipples and delicious wet pussy or my hard cock and whimpering
like a dog on heat every time Sarah would even just put her hands on
my hips, or better still, run her finger up the crack of my ass.
The photography, our original reason for going naked, was now
nearly secondary. Sarah would snap away whenever the mood took her. I
asked a few times to see the shots she had taken but Sarah said she
either wasn't happy with them or wanted me to wait till she printed
them. Pretty lame excuses but I wasn't fussed, I was in love with the
sexiest, most gorgeous woman I had ever met, on top of which we lived
naked and fucked nearly every single day.
One afternoon Sarah phoned and said she and her boss were taking a
good client out for a meal that night and probably drink
43 min
August 31 University of TITS: Part 10
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 10
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Randy’s Girlfriend, Emily, contends with Her Aunt Ruth’s Buxom Delights.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
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at Explicit Novels.

My girlfriend and I were visiting her Mom for the week between
semesters at T I T S. Yeah, I know. It's a funny acronym. Tennessee Institute
of Technology and Science is a well-respected but little known university. I
went there because I was an athlete and they offered a full ride. Emily was
there because the women in her family had been attending for generations. Her
Mom and Aunt had both graduated. Her Grandma had gone there and a whole bunch
of other women in the family had attended as well.
Emily and I had only been dating for a little while but I
knew as soon as I met her that I was interested. Really interested. When I
first saw Emily she had been sunbathing behind her dorm in a secluded little
nook. As soon as she realized that I had stumbled across her Emily put on a
bulky hoodie. But it had been too late! Emily was one of those quietly sexy
girls. She had big tits, slender waist and legs that went on forever. You would
have no idea if you had not seen her in a bikini as I had! In everyday life,
Emily looked like a nerd. Well, she was a nerd! Smart as a whip, she usually
wore glasses which hid her amazing blue eyes. She held her hair back with a
plastic headband and wore bulky loose clothes that gave no hint as to the
amazing body underneath!
I was smart enough to play it slow. I introduced myself in
the cafeteria that served the four dorms in our quadrant. I struck up a
conversation a couple of times and didn't push things. When I finally asked her
out we had been talking for a couple of weeks. Later Emily told me that she had
decided that I was gay because I didn't hit on her at once. She was actually
relieved that I asked her out since she liked me!
Anyway, we were still getting to know each other. Nothing
more than a few kisses between us, no fooling around. No hanky-panky. But we
were building up to it, I thought.
So we were visiting her Mom, who was divorced. Her Mom lived
with her sister, Aunt Ruth in a nice rancher on the edge of town.
Her Mom seemed to be a traditional housewife. When we first
met she told me to call her "Mom.” She worked part time in a daycare
facility. Around the house she usually wore an apron, Mom jeans and loose
blouses. Mom wasn't as well built as Emily who I had discovered, wore a Double
F cup bra! (I found out by snooping around her laundry basket!) Aunt Ruth was
an Executive Assistant at some tech start-up. She was a stout woman. Short and
stately. Really stately!
Oh hell, 'Stately’ is a euphemism for giant tits! You could
not miss them! It's not like she was a show off. She wore a lot of roomy
cardigan sweaters, and floppy tops. But there was no way she could hide those
two enormous tits no matter how she dressed! I could see them coming and going.
In profile she was just amazing!
Mom had insisted that Emily and I have different rooms,
which was fine with me. Emily and I had not had any really intimate contact and
I wasn't going to be comfortable sleeping in the same room even if we did have
separate beds!
During dinner, that first night, I got the feeling that Aunt
Ruth was checking me out. She smiled at me. I think she even winked at me a
time or two. But I decided that I was just imagining things.
I volunteered to put the dishes in the dishwasher after I
cleared the table. Mom and Emily sat down to watch some TV and Aunt Ruth
wandered into the kitchen.
She leaned up against the counter and watched me rinse the
dishes and put them into the dishwasher.
"Emily has done well for herself. You're a real
cutie," she told me while smiling at me.
"Well, thank you, Aunt Ruth. That's very kind of
you."
"Emily told us that you are an athlete. A gymnast, she
said."
"That's right. I'm a gymnast."
"I guess that means that you are all muscular and
toned, right?"
"Oh, well," I started to say. But Aunt Ruth didn't
wait for me to finish the sentence. She reached out and pulled my shirt up to
my shoulders!
"Oh, My! Look at all those muscles! You could be a
fitness model! Look at your abs! And pecs!" She was running her hands over
me as she spoke. She fluttered her fingertips over my nipples and pinched each
one.
"Are you sensitive?" She asked.
"Um yeah, I guess." I admired.
"Have you and Emily gotten to know each other
yet?"
"Not really. We've only been dating a few weeks" I
told her.
"I bet you like how well stacked she is, don't
you?"
"Um,”
Aunt Ruth slipped out of the bulky cardigan she was wearing.
"You can tell me the truth. I mean, look at me!"
She arched her back while smiling up at me. She was wearing a sleeveless pull
over that barely stretched enough to contain those amazingly huge tits!
I now had a clear look at just how busty Aunt Ruth was! And
she was Busty. Aunt Ruth had, by far, the largest set of tits I had ever seen
in real life. I had seen pictures of women that were similar. But they were
probably photo-shopped. Or they had had tit augmentation several times. That
was not the case with Aunt Ruth, I was sure!
A little embarrassed, I looked away after my first glance.
"You don't have to be shy," Aunt Ruth told me with
a chuckle. "I know what I look like. I like what I look like! I like the
attention that my huge tits draw from men and women! There aren't many women
around that are as well built as I am! I have to get my bras custom made as
well as most of my blouses and tops. When you have a sixty inch bust riding
over a twenty eight inch waist and forty-two inch hips you tend to attract a
lot of attention. And I enjoy the attention!" While she was talking she
had started to swivel her shoulders from side to side which caused her boobs to
quiver and shimmy to and fro!
I admit I was watching. Hell, I was staring! Sixty inch
tits? Holy Smokes! I couldn't take my eyes off them! Aunt Ruth was now bouncing
on her toes and her melons were rising and falling!
While she had been talking she had continued to stroke her
hands over my torso. Once in a while she would grip my ass which would result
in her pressing those giant tits against me. I have to admit that I was getting
aroused from watching her tease me!
And Aunt Ruth noticed the result. I was sprouting a hard-on.
"Oh, my. Look at this!" she exclaimed as she
stroked my growing erection thru my pants. "You have a big stiffie don't
you Randy? Is it going to get bigger?" She smiled into my eyes while
keeping one hand on my abdominals and the other on my cock. I was so shocked
that I couldn't move! Emily hadn't fondled my erection yet! And here was her
built-like-a-brick-shithouse Aunt groping me in the kitchen!
"How big do you get, Randy?"
"I haven't measured it," I told her. "But it
gets bigger!" I couldn't keep a touch of pride out of my voice. I knew
that I had a big cock. I hadn't measured it, though.
"Well, let me take care of this and I'll measure it for
you, Honey!"
"But Aunt Ruth! What about Emily?"
"What about her? She hasn't had any experience. I think
one of you should know what you're doing when you crawl into bed together. And
who better to learn from than Aunt Ruth, who has had a lot of experience? I'd
love to share what I have learned with you! Now come here!"
Using my erection as a handle Aunt Ruth dragged me to her
bedroom.
She gently sat me down on her bed and caressed my groin thru
my pants. It wasn't long before I was at full strength. At some point she had
pulled my hands to her tits and encouraged me to fondle them!
She wasn't wearing a bra! There was just huge mountains of
tit flesh with a thin cotton layer between them and my hands1
There was no way I could control those marvelously massive
mounds of mammary flesh. But I tried. I squeezed, pinched, pushed and pulled on
her tits. I was having a blast playing with the largest boobs I had ever
imagined.
"Hold on a moment, Randy," she told me. Leaning
away from me she slipped her arms out of the pull-over that she had on. She was
smiling into my eyes as she pulled down her neckline until her tits tumbled out
into the open! Her nipples were hard and poked out almost an inch from the
surrounding flesh.
"Now keep on going! I was enjoying what you were
doing!"
She didn't have to ask twice! I pulled on her nipples to
make them protrude even further. Then I strummed them with my thumbs and
finally I leaned down enough that I could wrap my lips around her nearest
nipple to suck and lick.
Aunt Ruth was moaning and letting out little yips of
happiness while I worked. She used both hands to pull me tightly to her tits.
It was difficult to get a deep breathe from under all that tit! But I struggled
thru!
"Honey, you do that so well! I love the feelings your
lips and tongue are giving me! Don't stop! But let me get this out into the
open where I can deal with it!"
She pushed me away from her just enough that she was able to
unzip and open my fly. It was a struggle for her but she managed to extract my
erection from my pants.
"Oh, my God, I need both hands to hold this huge cock!
I've never had one like this before! I want to find out how big it is, Randy.
Let me measure it, please? I promise I'll take good care of it for you but I
need to see what I'm working with!"
In a flash she bounced off the bed and grabbed a tape
measure that was on her dresser. As she came back to where I was sitting her
tits were shaking and knocking into each other. It was a hell of a sight! She
took a moment to stand in front of me allowing me to get a good look at her.
'Top heavy' didn't begin to describe Aunt Ruth. Her tits stuck out past her
shoulders and filled her torso from just below her armpits to past her waist.
She had said sixty inches and I didn't doubt it for a moment!
Her nipples, centered in areola the size of saucers, pointed
away from each other. Somehow,, despite their overwhelming size they managed to
look perky! I just wanted to drive my head between them and motorboat her until
I passed out!
She sat back down next to me. She carefully put one end of
the tape on top of my cock where it met my abdomen. Then she pulled the tape
the length of my cock unit she had it all the way to the tip of my cock head.
"Oh, Randy! Look at this! Just over 11 1/2 inches long!
That's insane! And thick!" She wrapped her tape around the thickest part.
"Oh, Jesus help me! Almost exactly 7 inches in circumference! I can't touch
my middle finger to my thumb! It's too thick! I can't imagine what this is
going to feel like! I can't wait to find out!"
"Randy, if you want to attract the ladies wear a pair
of grey sweat pants! It will let your huge cock be noticed! Women like me love
that sort of thing!"
Aunt Ruth gave me my first lesson then. She didn't rush! She
worked slowly to undress me. She took time to make sure that I was thoroughly
kissed as she worked. She would unbutton a couple of buttons and then lick and
kiss the skin that she had exposed. Her fingers explored what she had found.
By the time she had me naked I swear my cock was harder and
longer than when she started. Of course she had been rubbing herself against me
this whole time. Her tits were so big that just one of them was able to
completely cover my chest.
Her nipples were rock hard as she make sure to rub them
against me time and again.
"I can't wait to see what your huge cock is going to
feel like, Randy! But I want to be in charge, I want to ride you like a cowgirl!
Let me get you nice and slippery and then I'll ride you like a bucking, fucking
bronco!
She slid down my body and took the head of my cock into her
mouth. It wasn't easy! I could see that she was having a hard time!
"So thick and so big! Let me try this,” She slid her
lips down one side and up the other. She did this three or four times. Her
tongue came out to spread her saliva all over me. The excess slipped down to
cool my balls.
She slid up and battered my face with her tits. She swung
them to and fro, forcing my head deeper and deeper into her cleavage! It was
dark and warm in there! I was gasping for air when she pulled back.
There was a hot look in her eyes as she knelt above me. I
couldn't see what was happening. Her enormous tits were resting heavily on my
torso as she leaned over me. They blocked my view. Her tits overlapped my torso
by almost a foot on either side. I had no hope of seeing what she was doing!
But I could feel it as she rubbed my cock against the lips of her cunt. She was
dripping wet and between what her cunt was oozing out and the saliva that she
had spread around there was plenty of lubrication.
"Oh, this is going to be great! Let me,” her voice died
away as she sank slowly down my shaft.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! So thick and long and it
feels amazing as I get to take more and more of you!" Thanks to her
efforts she had managed to jam the head of my cock between her nether lips. But
there was still nine or ten inches of steel hard shaft to go!
Aunt Ruth kept up her efforts. Her mountainous tits kept up
a rhythmic pace against me as she rocked back and forth. Even when she leaned
back her tits still rested upon my chest! I could feel her nipples as they
scrapped against me. She was taking almost half of my shaft as she worked. I
could see the heat in her eyes rising as she got closer and closer to reaching
an orgasm!
"Don't help," she gasped. I realized that I had
started to drive my hips up into her. Apparently I had inadvertently given her
more than she could handle at the moment. I relaxed and let my hips rest on the
mattress while she kept rising and falling working to take more and more!
"I want it all!" She gasped! "But I have to
work up to it." Her hips rested on my groin far a short moment and then
she began again.
After pounding herself up and down for another several
minutes she froze in place! I could feel her cunt clamping and releasing me as
she began to cum and cum. Her eyes were closed but tears were leaking down her
cheeks as she experienced a massive orgasm.
When she stopped shaking and quivering she slowly drew
herself up and off me. My groin was soaked with her juices!
Breathing heavily Aunt Ruth slumped forward and her tits
completely enveloped me! My head disappeared from view in her cleavage! Boobs
bigger than basketballs rested on the mattress to either side of my head,
covered my shoulders and held my arms immobile!
After a few moments I struggled to roll Aunt Ruth off me. As
I did so my hard-on slid back into her. It was only a couple of inches but it was
enough to cause her to groan in response.
Aa soon as I was on top I started to thrust myself lightly
into her. Reflexively her legs came up and wrapped around my waist. Her arms
entwined around my neck and she was panting into my ear as I worked.
It didn't take Aunt Ruth long to reach another climax. Again
she was moaning and groaning while using her arms and legs to pull me tightly
against her amazing bosom!
"Please, honey, please cum for me! I've never been
fucked like this before. Guys usually paw at my huge melons, thrust into my
active cunt and cum almost at once. Sometimes I'll get a second go-round with
them but it never lasts as long as you have! You are amazing, Randy, just
amazing! Squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples and cum for me, please!
It was hard to keep my hands on her nipples because her tits
were making huge movements. But I pinched, and squeezed and licked and sucked
as best I could. Frankly it was watching her eyes as she came again that tipped
me over the edge.
"I'm cumming, Aunt Ruth, I'm cumming!" I
announced.
"Over me! Cum all over me, Randy! I want to see you
blast you load all over me,' She was crying in happiness!
I ripped myself from between her cunt lips, dropped my big
hard-on onto her stomach and shot off three or four ropes of cum before I
pushed myself between her titans and dropped the rest of my jizz between her
tits. She grabbed hold of her tits and pushed and pulled on them. When she
pulled her hands apart we both could see how my cum was coating the inner
slopes of both of her tits!
Aunt Ruth was smiling and giggling as she pushed my jizz
around with both hands.
"So warm!" She smiled up at me. "So good and
warm! I love your cum! It’s so tasty! How did you get so good at sex? You've
worn me out, stud! Now kiss me and let me get some rest! You are the best! I've
never been fucked so well! I will want lots more, you know!"
Aunt Ruth patted me on the cheek, gave me a peck and rolled
over. She was asleep by the time I was closing the door behind me!
I was worn out, too. I decided to go to my room and see if I
could get a nap. Luckily I didn't bump into anyone on my way. I closed the door
behind me, dropped onto the bed and was asleep as my head hit the pillow!
I woke up from my nap when someone sat down on the edge of
my bed. It was Aunt Ruth. She was smiling down at me, looking over the huge
shelf that her tits made under her tee shirt.
The tee shirt red "Big, Aren’t They?"
Aunt Ruth smirked at me as she shimmied her shoulders. Her
boobs bounced and heaved, the movement caused her massive milkers to work her
shirt free of the shorts she had on.
"Can I tell you something?" She asked. Her mams
were still moving gently as I watched.
"Sure, I suppose so," I replied.
"I'm not embarrassed by how large my tits are. I know
that a lot of folks think I should be. But I'm proud that I have the largest
tits most people have ever seen. And that they are natural, not the result of
some medical procedure. I measure around sixth inches most of the time.
Sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less. But I love them! I love the
attention I get from men and women who see them."
She was still smiling as she worked to draw her t-shirt up
and off her chest. Her immense boobs bounced out the bottom of her shirt,
exposing her erect nipples. She dropped the shirt on the floor and started to
fondle, tweak and excite her nipples.
54 min
August 30 University of TITS: Part 9
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 9
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Fallout From the Accident.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

Over the next couple of weeks I
managed, just barely, to keep up with two demanding, sexual predacious lovers.
Both women seemed hell bent on not letting my cock go soft!
And in the course of those weeks
I continued to grow. Professor B was the first to measure my progress. She was
amazed and excited when she found out that I now stretched the tape beyond
fifteen inches! Marge was excited and amazed when I proved to have grown to
almost eight inches girth! Both of them continued to fuck me every chance they
got. I don't think Marge ever caught on to the fact that she was sharing my
massive cock and balls with Professor Builtup. And Professor B never complained
that she wasn't the only woman riding my erection.
In fact, Professor B came to me
one day with a request.
"Lance," she purred as
she stroked my hard-on thru my pants, "I want you to meet with one of the
donors that have been funding out research. Mrs. Ineidmor has an interest in
our side project. I've told her of the benefits and she is fascinated. If the
meeting goes well she's going to donate $100,000 to. um, the University!"
Three days later I was standing
in front of Mrs. Ineidmor while Professor B pointed out some of the benefits of
her machine.
"Notice the sculpted
musculature, the low body fat and the over-all physique."
"Yeah, most
impressive," Mrs. Ineidmor responded. Her eyes barely moved from the
banana hammock Professor B had made me put on. It was the only thing I was
wearing. Even though I was not erect my genitals stretched the fabric and was
pulling the waist band away from my groin.
I think Professor Builtup had
made the garment herself. I don't think there was another swimsuit large enough
to contain me.
"Of course there are other
benefits," continued Professor Builtup. "Not only for the subject,
but for anyone who participates in activities with the subject. I, for
instance, have been fortunate enough to have my bosom increase in the past
several weeks from a 36 Double F to my current 36 Triple H!" She doffed
her blouse and skirt to display her magnificent figure. She easily out-classed
most of the women on campus. She looked like a top-heavy swimsuit model in her
mid-twenties instead of her real age of 38.
She smiled at Mrs. Ineidmor's
reaction. She pursed her plump lips, ran her tongue around her lips and then,
with a sexy pout, touched her tongue to the tip of her nose. That was something
that Marge had just been able to do recently.
"Of possible interest are
the following: Control of your gag reflex, in addition to an increase in your
bust line you will find that your body fat percentage will drop and you will
discover increased sensitivity in you tits and vagina. I myself have become
multi-orgasmic!
"Your partner, once he has
had a couple of exposures to the rays will be able to ejaculate in massive
amounts with almost no time needed to recover to full potency! Some people have
reported a change in the taste and texture of the ejaculate!"
"Fascinating,"
breathed Mrs. Ineidmor. Her eyes were still focused on my cock and balls.
"You claim that the subject's penis can increase in size? What sort of
increase are you claiming?"
"This young man measured
just under six inches when he was first exposed to the treatment. Would you
like to confirm his current dimensions?"
"Indeed, yes, I
would!" A predictable response.
"Alright, here."
Professor B handed a cloth tape measure to Mrs. Ineidmor.
Turning to me she stroked my
chest and abs. "Would you mind removing your swim suit so that Mrs.
Ineidmor can confirm what I have claimed?"
I pushed the banana hammock down
my legs and let it fall to my feet.
"Oh, my goodness!"
gasped Mrs. Ineidmor. "What a cock! And look at the size of those
balls!" Her hand was shaking as she reached out to touch my cock.
As expected I started to gain
heft as she gently touched and fondled my cock. Mrs. Ineidmor was an attractive
woman and as she stroked me and licked her lips she took a moment to look me in
the eyes.
"You're a very lucky young
man!" she told me.
"I know, ma'am."
"Don't call me Ma'am. Call
me Rosita, please!"
"Okay, Rosita."
She had kept up her manipulation
of my cock while we spoke but now she returned all of her attention to what she
was doing.
"Holy,, I can't reach
around it with one hand," she remarked. "And it's not yet fully hard
but it's the biggest cock I've ever seen! Even in the porno movies my husband
has!"
"Are you planning on having
your husband receive the treatments? asked Professor Builtup.
"My husband? Hell no! I'm
not going to waste my money on my husband. I'm going to have my boy-toy get the
treatment! He's already a young stud. This will enable him to satisfy my needs
even better than he has in the past!
"Are you fully erect, young
man?" She asked.
"Almost Rosita,
almost!"
"Let’s see then." she
wrapped the tape around my cock. "Christ! Eight inches! Rod isn't even
eight inches long! And speaking of long." She repositioned the tape.
"Oh, fuck me! Can this be
right? Are you really more than fifteen inches long? What a big cock!"
"Go ahead, Mrs. I mean
Rosita, have a taste," I encouraged. "Lick my cock! Feel what it's
like when you put your lips on me!"
Tentatively at first and then
more confidently she licked and lapped at my cock and balls.
"This is amazing," she
said. "You are amazing! And I can expect Rod to have the same
results?"
"It will take a few
sessions, but yes I expect you will find that Rod will get bigger and bigger.
And you will also benefit as he does!"
Turning back to me, Rosita used
both hands to push and pull. "I want to see what you taste like, young
man. I want to get a mouthful of your cum to see what it's like!"
"Keep doing what you're
doing and you will get your wish," I assured her.
And moments later I started to
spurt into her mouth. She handled the first two spurts but then, her mouth
full, she had to let the overflow dribble over her lower lip and into her
hands. She swallowed what she had and looked up at me in amazement!
"So good! I love the
taste," she told me before she began to lick up what was in her hands.
"Doesn't he taste
good?" asked Professor B. "I love the taste of his cum!"
"I don't think I could
handle your cock, young man. You are too big! Too long and thick! But if I get
Rod started maybe I can get used to him as he gets larger, longer and thicker!
I can't wait!"
With that she reached into her
purse and pulled out her checkbook.
"We agreed to $100,000,
right?" She asked Professor Builtup.
"Yes, that's right!"
Maybe I wasn't supposed to see
but the check was written to Professor Builtup, not Tennessee Institute of
Technology and Science, or T I T S. None of my business, I thought as Professor
B waved goodbye to Mrs. Ineidmor. Her other hand was already stroking my
hard-on.
The Diary: A Personal Diary of a young Co-ed at T I T S
Dear Diary,
I'm so lucky to have been
accepted here at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S! I
worked super hard in high school, taking all the A P courses I could and
graduated with straight A.
Now I have to really focus on my
studies so I can look forward to a high power job in STEM.
Classes start tomorrow and I'm
super pumped. I've met my roommates, they seem nice but I'm not going to be
partying! It's all about the studies!
Dear Diary,
I really have to be better at doing
these entries. Already I've fallen behind and it’s still my first week! Well,
things are going really well so far. My classes and teachers seem cool. And my
roommates don't seem like they are going to be an issue. For the most part they
stay in their rooms, which I'm fine with. I stay in my room most of the time,
too!
Since I've gotten here I've
heard a lot about the "Freshmen Fifteen.” Apparently new college students
put on weight when they start school. But I arrived already carrying an extra
fifteen pounds (alright, 25 pounds, but who's counting) so I should probably
try to focus on not gaining any weight. But studying so much doesn't leave me
much time to exercise. One of my roommates has a hi-tech scale. I should
probably ask to use it.
PS. She said okay!
Dear Diary,
It's been just less than a
month, and I'm starting to notice some things.
For one, a lot of the
upperclassmen girls here are, well, built! There seems to be a preponderance of
curvy figures. Lots of the upperclassmen girls have really large tits. Double-D
Cup bras (and larger!) are common! Seems a little unlikely. (And a lot of the
girls don't wear bras! Even if they clearly should!)
Studies have been going well,
the classes and teachers are everything I had hoped for. And I've lost two
pounds!
Dear Diary,
Something really strange
happened today! A guy approached me while I was standing in the quad, minding
my own business.
"Honey," he said,
"you've got a GREAT ass!" The PIG!
I reached out to slap his stupid
face and call him a sexist PIG! Instead I found that I was stroking his cheek
and telling him, "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing! Thanks for
noticing!" What? That couldn't be me could it?
I fled in a panic. What had come
over me? As I reached the corner I saw that he was still watching me. And I
realized, remembering back, that I'd been swinging my hips like a street
walker! What had happened? My face was flushed as I hurried back to my dorm.
Dear Diary,
It is official! I'm losing
weight! I've fought the scale since I turned 12 and started to notice boys. And
finally, after all this time, after all this effort, I'm beginning to win the
fight! I'm so proud of myself!
I've lost almost fifteen pounds!
The Freshman Fifteen seems to be the reverse for me!
I'm not sure how it's happening.
I'm still eating the same. I still don't really exercise, but it is real! I get
on the scale twice a week and every time I do, I weigh less than the last time!
Maybe it's because I'm walking everywhere now?
And I've noticed that my weight
is being redistributed. I've always been shaped like a pear. Big bottom, heavy
thighs, small (but perky) titties. Well my hips and ass are getting smaller.
Probably from the weight loss. And all the walking. My thighs are shrinking.
I've lost the cellulite that I had begun to develop. My legs look so sleek and
sexy now! I've even gone so far as to buy some shorter, tighter skirts to let
me show off! When Dad gets the credit card bill he'll probably freak. But he
does want his little girl to look her best, I know!
What really surprises me is that
I've gone from a B to a C-Cup! Still perky, but larger! I thought I was done
developing in that way. I guess not.
Dear Diary,
Another week. More developments.
At least as far as my boobs are concerned! My new C-cup bras are getting tight!
And I'm going to have to buy some new tops to make room for the girls. Dad's
really not going to like the credit card bill. But what can a girl do? She has
to look her best, right?
I'm starting to draw some
attention from guys! Which I find that I'm enjoying! I've never been all that
popular with the boys. In high school I didn't have a boyfriend. And I focused
on my schoolwork anyway. But now when I see a boy looking at me I'm not sure
how to react.
Dear Diary,
Today I flirted with a boy that
I did not know!
Honestly, it was exciting! He
looked at me as I was sitting in the library. He couldn't take his eyes off my
boobs. Yes, I'm calling the girls boobs now. Not breasts, boobs. Ever since I
grew into and then past D-cups the word boobs seem to be more appropriate.
I was wearing a sweater that
just recently had become tight! I made it a point to stretch so he could get a
good idea of just how big my boobs are. In a few days I'm going to have to buy
a 34-F cup brassiere. Something I had never in my life imagined until just
recently. Now I'm actually looking forward to it! The larger I become the more
I like it. I like the attention, I like the looks from the boys. And the
professors. Even some of the girls are looking at me now!
The boy was goggle-eyed as I
pressed my arms together to flash my cleavage at him. And when I stood up to
leave I made it a point to stretch so he could appreciate my big tits and my
slender waist. Under my almost 34-F cup tits my 28 inch waist looks skinny!
I could feel his eyes on my
body, as I sashayed to the exit. What fun!
Dear Diary,
I met a guy at the library. I
meet a lot of guys at the library these days.
I was sitting alone on a couch
when he came in and sat down on a matching sofa across from me. At first he didn't
notice me. But when I put down the magazine I was reading he did a double take.
I have to admit that my huge Double F titties make quite an impression. And
since I wasn't wearing a bra under my low-cut mOhair sweater, he had a great
look at my dirigibles and the constantly stiff nipples that announce their
presence no matter what I wear!
I acted like I didn't notice he
was looking at me. But I made a point to push my arm against my boob, Which
caused my big tit to bulge cutely out of the neckline. I let up on the pressure
and it settled back under the fabric and shimmied to a halt. Then I ran my hand
up and down the exposed cleavage and pulled on the sweater, like I was too
warm. Truth was, I was HOT! And he knew it!
After a few moments of similar
activity, subtly showing off my tits, I gave him a small smile to let him know
that I was doing it on purpose. And then I slowly dropped my gaze to where his
cock was starting to show itself in his pants.
His hands moved to cover his
erection. I looked back into his eyes and shook my head and then looked at his
crotch again. He didn't move his hands at first. But when I licked my lips and
looked at him again he took the hint and moved his hands so I could see his
erection. It was a sizable one, too!
I took out the water bottle that
I always carry with me and took a drink. In doing so I managed to spill a
little onto my left tit. As it soaked in my erect nipple became more prominent.
More exposed to his eyes.
I brushed at it as if to wipe
off the water. The contact made my nipple grow. And then I pinched myself! Of
course this caused my nipple to expand even more, much to his delight. And
finally I cupped my tit in my hand. But my tit was so big that it completely
overwhelmed my hand!
I watched as he caressed his
erection thru his pants. It seemed that he was pretty well endowed! I nodded my
head while watching him manipulate his cock.
I slowly stood up and approached
him. I stood next to him for a long moment letting him drink in the sight of my
buxom figure as I posed for his enjoyment. I sat down next to him, my thigh
pressed against his.
Without saying a word I pressed
my big boob against him while nodding at his groin. I motioned with my chin
that he shoul
0 min
August 29 University of TITS: Part 8
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 8
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
An Ag lab accident changes a young man's life.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Novels.

It was a normal day at the
Agricultural Research Building at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science,
or T I T S, an obscure but well-regarded research University. I am part of a
team trying to develop faster growing grain. You know. wheat, corn, rice and so
on. To help feed the starving planet. If we could get more crops a year it
would go a long way to solving world hunger.
Professor Builtup is our lead,
And, yes, we all made fun of her name behind her back. Because she really was
'built up' Stacked begins to describe her. But enough about her.
I'm one of the Junior team
members. And by that I mean I'm a Junior at Tennessee Institute of Technology
and Science, or T I T S. One more year and I'd have a chance to make a real
living for one of the large ag companies that were funding our research.
So to get to the point:
Professor B had spent years to come up with a method to irradiate the seed of
various grains in hopes of accelerating their germination process and force
them to sprout faster than normal. Or that's what she claimed. None of the
tests that we had done had had any effect that we could find.
So she was getting pissy.
Professor Builtup did not take failure well. She got snappy, and would glare at
whoever was giving her the latest bad news. And it was my turn today.
I put it off as long as I could
before I approached her at the lab bench where she was calibrating the latest
version of her device.
"Professor, I'm afraid that
the latest test results still show no real effect," I started in my most
apologetic manner. I was hoping that she wouldn't blame the messenger!
"WHAT!" she yelled.
Everyone in the lab looked up to see what was going on. And what was going on
was my getting a first class dressing down from Professor B!
I waited until she started to
run down.
"I'm sorry, but it's true.
I wasn't even on the team! I'm just the guy they asked to tell you. Here's the
report," I tried to hand her the 53 page summary of the tests and results.
"I don't give a fuck about
the report," she snarled and slapped it out of my hand. It flew across the
table, hit her cherished device and bounced onto the floor.
The device reacted in the worst
possible way! It powered up with a whine, the ray emitter flashed on and it
bathed me in its light! I was frozen in place while the multi-spectrum lights
washed over me.
At first Professor B didn't
notice what was happening as she continued to express her displeasure. She was
pounding on the lab bench with both hands!
"Oh Fuck!" she
screamed as she finally noticed what had happened. She rushed around the table
and turned off the device.
"Are you all right?"
she asked with genuine concern. She started to approach me.
"I'm, uh, I'm ,” I started
to stutter. Then I fell over!
As I started to lose
consciousness I was treated to the sight of Professor Builtup leaning over me.
Her blouse gaping oven to display that impressive cleavage. She really did look
like a capital B from my vantage point.
And that was what I saw when I
first opened my eyes. I was still staring down Professor's blouse, into a
cavernous cleavage. Everyone in the lab knew that Prof. B was stacked. I was
getting a really good look at just how well stacked she was!
And I had a blinding headache
and I ached all over!
"He's fine," she
announced. I then saw that almost everyone in the lab was standing around me
looking at me lying on the floor. "Get back to work. I'll take care of Mr.
Risto."
She helped me to my feet during
which I felt those impressive tits mashed against my side. She sat me on a
stool and left her hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she
asked. "How do you feel?" She was peering intently into my eyes.
"I have a headache and I'm
sore all over," I told her.
"You probably hit your head
when you fell," she reassured me. "Why don't you take tomorrow off
and see how you feel. No need to go the dispensary."
It was as I was on my way home
that it occurred to me that she didn't want another incident on her record.
People did seem to fall over in her lab on a regular basis!
But I went home, told my
girlfriend I wasn't feeling well and went to bed.
I woke up fifteen hours later. I
felt fine. In fact, I felt terrific! No headache and everything else was great.
Well, okay, I was horny. But that wasn't unusual.
I went out to the kitchen to
find Marjorie, my live-in girlfriend, making a big pot of chili.
"You've been asleep for so
long, I thought you'd be hungry! So I made you something to eat!"
"Just another reason I love
you," I told her melodramatically. "You take such good care of
me!"
"Well, you owe me! I had to
sleep on the couch you were snoring so loudly!"
"I'll make it up to
you," I promised as I tucked into the bowl of chili she had put in front
of me.
Later that night she collected
on the I O U. As we were getting ready for bed she made a point of snuggling up
to me and licking my ear. This was her usual prelude to sex. She knows that my
ears are one of my erogenous zones. I think she felt sorry for me. We had had
sex just a couple of nights before and this was a little sooner than she would
have ordinarily made a sexual advance.
We've been together for a while
and our sex has become somewhat routine. But not this time! We were both really
into it! I was really energetic and she was really responsive. In fact, she had
an orgasm really quickly. Usually it took some effort for us to get her to
climax. Not this time!
After it was all over, she
rolled over to snuggle and whispered in my ear: "That was amazing! You
were So good!" before we both went to sleep.
I lazed around the house and
went back to work the following day. Professor B made a point of tracking me
down when I came in to see how I was doing. I told her everything was okay and
she asked me to let her know if that were to change. Which was nice of her. She
didn't have a reputation as a 'people person' and it was nice she was making
the effort. I appreciated it!
"Well, let me know if
anything changes," she told me before charging off to write another grant
proposal.
Life went on. A couple of days
later I snuggled up to Marjorie on the couch as she was watching some rerun on
TV. I was feeling amorous and she was willing to let me have my way with her. I
spent some time appreciating her perky B-cup titties and taking the time to get
her juices flowing before I started to get to the main event.
As I said earlier, our
love-making had become a bit pedestrian. And this time I made an effort to go
above and beyond. And I was successful! During the course of almost an hours
love making Marge achieved two orgasms! This was quite unusual. But she really
enjoyed what I was doing and made that clear to me. She even went so far as to
clean my cock with her mouth after I had ejaculated! She knew I liked that but
she didn't do it very often. She made sounds of enjoyment as she worked. I took
it as a good sign!
I got a good night's sleep I can
tell you!
The next morning, a Saturday, I
woke up to find Marge giving me a blow-job!
This had never happened before!
Ever! Yet here she was, tucked between my legs and sucking on my cock! Rising
and falling, using her first three fingers to stroke and hold my cock. She had
a habit of holding her pinkie finger out as if she was drinking tea at some
posh cafe. Anyway, I wake up and there she is. And it feels great! She's doing
an outstanding job.
Now, normally, she could be a
little tentative, as if she was uncertain about what she was doing. Not now!
She's providing a great b j! First thing in the morning and without me asking!
Usually she would have to get a little tipsy to suck my cock! But I wasn't
going to interrupt her.
And when I came I guess it took
her by surprise. Her eyes snapped wide open as the first jet of cum hit the
back of her mouth. And the second one helped fill her mouth.
She made a muffled sound of
pleasure and swallowed it down! Something that she had NEVER done before! She would
spit my sperm into her hand or a facial tissue or whatever but this time she
took it all! She kept the last mouthful and it looked like she rolled it around
her mouth before swallowing it down while making yummy sounds! Totally out of
character! I had no idea what was happening but I wasn't going to fight about
it!
She cuddled up next to me, one
hand still on my semi-rigid penis, and dropped off to sleep. And I did the
same.
Later that morning she asked me
a strange question.
"Honey, have you changed your
diet?"
"Um, no. I don't think so.
Why?"
"Well I gave you a blow-job
this morning, remember?"
"I sure do!" I
answered enthusiastically.
"Well, you tasted
different. You tasted good. In fact, you tasted wonderful! And that never
happened before. Whatever you're doing, keep on doing it!"
"I'll try," I
responded. I'd no idea what might have changed. But I made a mental note to
keep track of what I ate and drank, just in case.
I did start to keep track of my
diet. And I noticed some things that were changing.
The biggest change was our sex
life! For one thing, blow-jobs, which had been a once in a while event, became
a standard part of our love making. Not always to cum in her mouth but often as
a warm-up. And when she did suck me off, Marge always swallowed with obvious
enjoyment.
Our sex life was getting better!
We had never been what I would call prolific but now we were making love a
couple of times a week. And it was not always me initiating the sex.
The other thing that changed
over the next little bit kind of snuck up on me. It was Marjorie that noticed
the change.
One night after an incredible
blow-job she kept on stroking me.
"Lance, are you, um, I
mean, look! Your cock, is it getting, um, bigger?"
"What? What do you mean?
Bigger?"
"Yeah, I can just barely
touch thumb and finger around your cock. You didn't use to be that thick. And I
think you're a little longer, too. Let me measure,” She was gone in a flash but
was back with a cloth measuring tape in a moment.
"Now, hold still while I
get you back up!" she instructed me. She stroked and licked and played
with my cock and balls until I was quivering with excitement. Now that she had
mentioned it, I did think that I stood a little prouder than I had before. I
knew, from measuring when I was a teen, that I was about five and a half inches
long.
"Six and one quarter,"
Marge announced. looking up at me.
"Really? Six and a quarter?
I guess I've put on some weight."
Actually, I'd lost weight over
the past several weeks. Nothing major, about a pound every seven days. But
still,
Later that day, after Marjorie
had used her oral skills and reduced my erection to limp and useless, I noted
the new information in my iPad.
Weight: 223
Height: 6 1/4
Girth: 6
The next week I was a little
larger still. Marge measured me at 7 1/2 inches long and 6 1/4 girth. And now I
weighed 221!
Whether it was because I had
grown or if it was the improvement in the taste and texture of my cum Marge was
continuing to give me more oral attention than she had in the past. She repeatedly
told me that I tasted better and that she enjoyed the act of oral sex more than
she had in the past. I was fine with it, I can tell you!
"I like the new you,"
she remarked one night after we had made love again. "You feel better, you
are bigger, you fill me more than you used to. I like it!" She had once
again achieved more than one orgasm as we had made love. She attributed it to
my increase in heft.
At the end of the next week
Marjorie complained about the fit of her brassieres. She went to Victoria's
Secret and found out that she needed a C-cup bra now! She greeted the news with
enthusiasm.
"I've always been a little
jealous of the girls with bigger tits, Lance. Now, at last, I'm starting to
catch up. I wouldn't mind if I gained a little more weight, you know, on
top." She plumped her titties with both hands as she spoke.
Of course eventually it dawned
on me that there may be some connection between my growth, Marjorie's changes
and the "incident" at the lab.
Professor Builtup was still
asking me if I was okay, were there any repercussions from the exposure to her
pet machine. And I kept saying that there were not. Even though I was beginning
to have my doubts.
Marge kept track of her
developments. And I kept track of mine. At the end of the second month we
seemed to have settled down. Marge had topped out at 36-D, an increase of two
cup sizes from her prior 36-B. And I had plateaued at just over 8 inches long
with a concomitant growth of my testicles.
Our sex life was better than
either of us could recall. I sprouted an erection when Marge pranced thru the
apartment in her underwear, showing off her larger dimensions. And she had
continued to initiate sex which she had usually left to me.
She had bought some new clothes.
What she called her "teasing" outfits. Tight tops, short skirts,
push-up bras. She didn't wear them outside of the house but she would wear them
at home and prance around showing off her new curves.
She would sit next to me while I
was watching TV. Sometimes her hand would find its way into my lap, caressing
my thighs and cock. When she had gotten me hard she would extract my cock from
my pants and stroke my cock while cooing endearments.
Without hesitation she would
lower her mouth onto my organ and using her tongue, lips and hands would tease
me to eruption. Her lips had become a bit more puffy and, I thought, her tongue
was longer, more limber! In any case, oral sex was now at the top of the list
for Marge!
We also fucked a lot! But it was
always preceded (and often followed) by blow jobs with lots of tongue action
and her swallowing my copious offerings.
Yes, my now somewhat enlarged
balls were able to produce a Lot of semen. And Marge took it all with
enjoyment!
"I love the way your big
cock fills my hungry little cunt, Lance! I didn't think size mattered but, tell
you the truth, the fucking is better now than it was in the past. You push
deeper, I can feel you hitting spots that were never hit before! And your
bigger cock stretches my cunt lips farther apart. It feels great!"
But I was still wondering what
had started all this.
I started to snoop around. I
paid more attention to what was happening around me when I was at work.
I soon noticed that there was a
three-drawer file cabinet behind Professor B's desk that she never used. It was
in a prime location, was always locked and she never opened it. Given that we
didn't really have a whole lot of extra room in the lab this struck me as
unusual, too.
Long story short, when I jimmied
open the file cabinet I found that Professor Builtup's pet project had, at one
time, been a rogue project that she and her former fiancé had developed. There
were detailed notes, photographs and other documentation. I copied almost
everything and took it home to study
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August 28 University of TITS: Part 7
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 7
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Four Freshmen Meet.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave.
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They were thrown together by the housing lottery. There were
four of them, two males, two females. The last suite in the dorm was for four.
And it was co-ed. So there they were.
It wasn't what any of them would have chosen but it was what
they had to live with.
The first couple of days were chaos, of course. But they
finally sorted themselves out. It was funny, but in a way they were a perfect
set, a stereotypical group of college freshmen.
Fred, the jock, considered himself the leader of whatever group
he was in. Vain, conscious of his good looks, he thought of himself as a lady's
man. He made an effort to hook up with every decent looking girl he met. Any
that were able to resist his charms were lesbians. That's what he said.
Daphne, the pretty one, considered herself the alpha female
in any group. She was sender and very attractive. Her perfect 36-24-35, B-Cup
figure was always clad in the height of fashion. And her eyes always tended to
look down her nose at those around her. Her parents were rich and had spoiled
her rotten. If it was not for the school's rule that all Freshmen experienced
dorm life, she would have had her daddy rent her a penthouse off campus.
Shaky, the other male was a reputed pot-head. Although no
one had ever seen him smoke or even detected a hint of weed around him. Truth
was, he was too shy to speak to girls, and too busy in class to pay too much
attention to what was going on around him. He never even glanced at Daphne
after meeting her that first day. And he was seriously crushing, in his shy
way, on the fourth member of the group.
Melva, was the smart one. Dark-haired, always muffled in
blousy, oversized sweaters and skirts. Her knee socks matched her sweaters,
always. She wore oversized glasses which were always sliding down her pert
nose. The lenses were so thick that no one could make out the color of her
eyes. A bookworm's bookworm, Melva had taken all the AP classes her High School
had offered. Her classes now were several steps up from the usual first year
classes.
On the second day of co-habitation Fred made a move on
Daphne and ran into a brick wall! Daphne made it clear, in her snobbish way,
that Freddie had no chance with her. Her disdain was evident to all. After he
put the moves on her, Daphne took pains to avoid him. She would leave the room
when he came in.
"Must be a lesbo," muttered Fred.
The fact that Fred always wore cut off shirts or tight
t-shirts and even tighter pants that showed of his buff body and male package
was not lost on Melva but she had no idea what to do about it. If she was
interested in a boy it was for the first time and she had no idea how to
proceed. But she couldn't stop looking at him!
And she never noticed that Shaky was checking her out.
And Freddie had no interest in Melva. Not his type, at all.
Those frumpy sweaters? Coke bottle glasses? No, not his type!
And so things stayed for the next several weeks. But things
were evolving under the surface.
One day Melva and Daphne happened to be in the common area
at the same time. Ordinarily Daphne would be watching some reality show on TV
while Melva would be deep in some esoteric book. But at this point Melva
managed to strike up a conversation on a subject that was of interest to
Daphne. Fashion.
"Daphne, um, could you, I mean will you, help me with
something?
I've lost some weight. I need to buy some new clothes but I
have no expertise. Could you lend me a hand?"
"Well, I suppose, sure. I had some important things to
do today but I can move my schedule around." In truth she had nothing to
do but didn't see why she couldn't take some credit for helping her roommate.
"Let’s get your measurements and talk about what kind
of look you are going for. Why don't you come into my suite and we can get
started."
Once in Daphne's room she grabbed a measuring tape and
gestured for Melva to disrobe.
"We need to get an idea of your proportions so we can
choose the right fit and style. Let me get your measurements, Melva."
Looking a little embarrassed Melva dropped her skirt to the
floor and struggled to pull her baggy sweater over her head.
"What? What the,” Daphne was stunned, no, she was
alarmed, by what she now saw. From armpits to below her waist Melva was
enwrapped by some sort of elastic looking bands. Her bosom was completely
covered by the multiple windings. Despite the bands her bosom swelled
alarmingly. The bands were under considerable pressure, it seemed.
"What is all this, Melva?" She asked finally after
getting her voice back.
"Um, well," Melva was clearly embarrassed. "I
have a condition called juvenile macromastia. My bosom started to develop at a
very young age. When I was nine years old I had to start wearing a C cup bra!
I've had to get my bras custom made ever since. I was slender and completely,
overwhelmingly busty. And my tits have kept on growing, larger and larger! It's
been an embarrassment for me and I've tried to hide my figure ever since. I
don't want people making fun of me, you know. Let me get out of this rig so you
can take the measurements. I wonder if I've grown since the last time I was
fitted."
Moments later the wrappings lay on the floor at her feet and
Daphne could finally take a look at Melva.
"Um, ah, golly!" said Daphne as she saw Melva in
only her panties. "I had no idea! You have an amazing body!" If she
were to be truthful Daphne was jealous. Standing nervously under her
inspection, Melva was revealed to have an amazingly voluptuous figure. Her ass
was perky and firm, her waist toned and slender. She seemed to have show-girl
legs. But the most obvious and surprising thing was the size of her epic tits!
How she had hid them was a wonder! Melva was using both arms and hands to
cuddle her bosom to her torso. Her vast tits over-matched her arms and hands,
flesh peeking out beneath the arms, pooching into the open at her armpits and
forced up and together into a cleavage that bulged up in front of her.
"My goodness! Well let’s get the measurements."
Melva was blushing furiously while Daphne measured her hips.
"Thirty five inches," she announced. "Now
lift yourself up so I can measure your waist. Um, okay, twenty-three
inches." Daphne forced herself to stand up and walk behind Melva. She
wanted to stay where she was and examine Melva's body. But she had a job to do!
Standing behind her roommate she could see bulges of tit
flesh on either side of her torso. They were wider than her shoulder, wider
than her hips! Again a feeling of jealousy rolled thru her. Daphne had always
wanted larger tits. She envied anyone that rocked a C cup or better. And Melva
was way, way, Way beyond a C cup!
"Ah, all, alright, now, I need to measure under your
bust to determine the body-band measurement. So just hold your titties up so I
can wrap the tape around you." Her hands were shaking a little as she
stepped closer to Melva. Melva, in turn was still blushing as she used her
hands and forearms to raise her tits up and out of the way of what Daphne was
doing. Her boobs were covering the bottom half of her face! Her eyes peeked
over the massive swells of those epic boobs. The feel of Daphne's fingers as
she worked sent small shivers thru her. And why, she wondered, were her nipples
erecting, getting harder and longer?
"Golly," Daphne said, "you are such a slender
little thing! You measure twenty-seven inches. I guess that would mean your
body band would be, like, thirty-two inches. Now we have to measure your bust
at its fullest part. Just let go of your titties, honey, so I can measure,” Her
voice died away as Melva pulled her hands and arms away letting her tits drop
to quiver and shake in front of her.
"Golly gee whiz!" gasped Daphne as she watched
Melva jiggle to a standstill. Her tits spread out, much wider than her
shoulders and amazingly firm! They were giant, round firm spheres! It seemed
that they stood out from her chest by at least a foot or more! Under Daphne's
gaze Melva's nipples hardened and spiked outward. Almost an inch long, Melva's
teats were larger and stiffer than any that Daphne had ever seen!
So suckable, thought Daphne, as she started to wrap the tape
around her roommate's chest.
"Um, gulp, ah, that is,” she peered at the tape again.
"Forty-nine? You measure forty-nine inches? Amazing!
Just amazing! How did you keep all this tit flesh hidden all this time?"
Almost unaware of what she was doing, Daphne cupped Melva's
melons. Standing behind her, rubbing herself against Melva's back she gently
cuddled and caressed the tits that completely overwhelmed her hands.
"Jinkies," exclaimed Melva, "that feels so
good!" She let her head loll back against Daphne who was now softly
pinching her nipples with each thumb and forefinger.
"So BIG! So gosh-golly big!" Daphne gulped. She
was kneading Melva's hooters energetically and lightly kissing and licking her
neck, causing Melva to sigh happily and lean back against her even harder.
Daphne liked men. Some men. The ones that treated her like a lady and showered
her with gifts. And now she was discovering that she also liked massively,
overwhelmingly busty girls! Girls with tits so much larger than she had ever
imagined! Maybe Fred was right. Maybe she was a lesbo?
"Feels so good!" exclaimed Melva. "No one has
ever done this to me before! I like it. Pinch my nipples harder, Daphne,
squeeze my big titties, too! Press them together. Do it harder."
"Oh, honey, here. Let me,” Daphne turned Melva to face
her and dropped her lips onto the stiff nipples that crowned the most massive
mammaries she had ever imagined! She moved from one to the other, licking,
sucking, nibbling while squeezing with both hands!
Melva twined her hands in Daphne's hair and held her to her
tits, encouraging her to suck and lick as much as she wanted to.
"Jinkies! That feels wonderful! I had no idea,"
she admitted to Daphne who was still focused on attending to the huge hooters
in front of her. Melva's hard nipples scrapped back and forth on her face as
she switched from one to another. She was enjoying what she was doing as much
as Melva was enjoying her actions.
"Here, lie down, Honey. Let me treat you,” She pushed
her face between Melva's soft thighs.
"Oh, no! Don't! That’s so nasty! Oh,” her voice died as
she felt Daphne's mouth fasten on her cunt. She had no experience but she felt
that she would never feel anything better than what Daphne was now making her
feel! So Good, she was gasping and panting while the feeling roared thru her.
What Daphne was doing with her mouth. lips and tongue was shaking her to her
core. It felt so good!
It took only a few minutes until Daphne brought her to the
brink of an orgasm. Thighs twitching and body arching in ecstasy Melva erupted
while Daphne tried to hold on and provide the finishing touches to the best
orgasm Melva had ever had.
"JInkies, that was incredible! I've never felt anything
like that before. Golly!" Melva was panting and gasping while cuddling
with Daphne.
"Well, we can do it again if you like. But right now we
should go shopping and get you some more fashionable outfits. Now that we know
what your sizes are. Although I don't know where we can get a 32-Q bra!"
Daphne giggled at the prospect.
"Well, I used to get all my foundation garments at
Burns & Adrian's in Philadelphia. But now that I'm here at Tennessee
Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S; I'll have to find another
source."
The roommates spent hours at the mall shopping for a new
wardrobe for Melva. Among the things that they bought was some new cosmetics
which Daphne promised to teach Melva how to apply.
They unpacked all of the loot when they got back to the
dorm. As they laid it all out Daphne asked the question that had been in the
back of her mind since the start of the shopping trip.
"Melva, why are you doing this? What made you decide to
get new clothes and learn to put on make-up?"
"Um," she was blushing furiously now.
"Daphne, can you keep a secret? It's because I want to have a boy notice
me. I want to be attractive, even hot! And with you being so pretty I thought
that you could help me."
"I'll be happy to," Daphne responded to the
flattery. "Whose attention are you trying to attract? Someone in your
class? One of the Assistant Professors?"
"Um, Fred," the flustered girl answered.
"Fred? Our Fred? Oh, honey, I don't think he is your
type! He's a shallow jock with an ego problem. It's too big! Really?
Fred?"
"I know. You're right, but he's so dreamy! He's so good
looking and he wears those tight coochie pants! And he never even looks at
me."
"Oh, Melva, if you want to attract Fred's attention all
you have to do is go braless. Or wear something tight or revealing. Get rid of
the oversized sweaters and those wrappings," she gestured at the pile of
fabric at Melva's feet. "Just take a deep breath and let him see just how
busty you are!"
"Really? Do guys like big tits? I mean as big as I am?
Until I got here I had never met anyone as busty as I am. I've been super
embarrassed by my largesse."
Daphne ignored the word she didn't understand and her own
jealousy of Melva's huge boobs.
"Oh, darling, yes! Most men like big boobs! And you
sure have them! I've never met anyone with boobs this size!" She reached
out and plumped Melva's melons which made Melva giggle.
"So I didn't have to spend all this money? All I had to
do was parade myself in front of Fred in a tight sweater and let him know that
I have a big set of tits?"
"Yeah, that's right! But these clothes will let you show
off with class and with the make-up I’ll show you how to use you'll be a real
knock out! Now let's get to it! Let me show you how to use mascara and
blush."
The next day Melva put her plan into operation. She appeared
at breakfast wearing a sweater and skirt combination. She had not put on her
usual knee socks. And unlike her usual outfits this one fit her closely. Her
tits were prominently displayed and her skirt only fell half way to her knees.
The final touch was that she was wearing stiletto heels that made her legs and
rump look fabulous!
Melva tried to act as if nothing was different but she was
watching Fred's reaction as she pranced across the kitchen area to get some
cereal.
She was gratified to see his eyes bug out and he choked on
the mouthful of food he was chewing.
'He noticed!' she thought to herself proudly.
Indeed, Fred was out and out staring at her as she moved
around. He was frozen in place. His spoon halfway to his mouth while he gaped
at Melva.
Daphne and she had worked together to figure out the best
way for her to present herself for Fred's approval.
She made sure to tread heavily, causing her boobs to shiver
and shake under her skin tight sweater. Carefully she placed one foot in front
of the other, causing her backside to swivel and sway provocatively. While
preparing her bowl of cereal she took care to push her tush out, swiveling back
and forth, showing off her rump to her enraptured prey.
When she sat at the table across from him she deliberately
bounced her tits on the table top before pulling back and letting them settle
into place.
"Good morning, Fred," she purred.
"Guh, um, ah, Melva? Is that you? I mean, good
morning!" Fred was having a hard time taking all of this in. Melva had
never looked like this before! What was going on? How had he never seen what a
smoking hot fox she was?
Trying to recover Fred busied himself finishing his cereal
and hustled out the door to class.
"Don't worry, honey, he'll be back to normal by the
time you are both back from class! You just took him by surprise,"
reassured Daphne who had been watching from the doorway.
"Jinkies, I hope you're right," said Melva,
"I'm so horny it hurts!"
This last was said just as Shaky walked into the kitchen.
Blushing wildly he spun on his heel and bolted back to his room.
"I think you embarrassed him," giggled Daphne as
he left.
"He's such a strange little man," responded Melva.
When Fred returned from class he found that Melva was there
before him. She had changed into a different sweater. The color still matched her
skirt but it was lower cut than the one that she had worn that morning. Melva
had skipped a class to be sure she was home before anyone else. She used the
extra time to practice in front of her mirror. She now knew just how far over
she could bend to show off her cleavage without letting her tits fall out into
the open. She knew just how far down she could pull the V-neck to tease someone
sitting across from her. She had practiced posing, admiring how she looked as
she arched her back to emphasis the massive mounds that she carried on her
chest.
'I never realized how sexy I can look,' she mused to
herself. 'I'm so big, so fabulously, amazingly big! I know that Fred will be
attracted to me! I hope,' she ended on a more tentative note.
Of course Fred took immediate notice of Melva's amazing
cleavage that was on display.
"So, you look amazing today," he told her while
looking her up and down.
"Thanks Fred," Melva responded. "Do you like
my new look?"
"I'll say, Can't you tell," he asked.
In fact Melva had been pretty sure that he did like her new
look. He had a noticeable stiffie in his pants. She had seen it at once. She
giggled prettily and gently stroked a finger over the bulge.
"Geeze, Melva, you not shy, are you?" he wondered
aloud.
"Not when I see something I like," she responded
while stepping closer to Fred. She allowed her over-sized balloons to brush
against him while smiling up into his eyes.
"Ah, gulp, well," Fred was a little taken aback at
how forward Melva was acting. He had always thought of her as a shy bookworm.
Not his type at all. This new, forward, aggressive woman with the staggering
figure was
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