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A Tale of Two Titties

By: sourdough999



Once upon a time in a tiny kingdom there lived a young man named Jack. Jack fancied himself a ladies' man. The local women didn't think so because Jack could be brash and insulting when he thought he was being witty. Not surprisingly, the fair sex avoided him as much as possible.

One woman who couldn't avoid him was his landlady, a young widow with an infant child. She was in desperate need of the rent she charged her lodger and Jack did pay his rent on time. The problem was in the early mornings and evenings when the widow was breastfeeding her baby. Jack would make clever comments like, "Can I suck on the one not in use?" or "Which one of those gives chocolate milk?" The widow would smile politely and hold her peace.

One evening however, after about the fiftieth or sixtieth time Jack made a similar rude remark, the widow whose name was Helen said, "I wish you could experience what women go through when we're breastfeeding. Then maybe you wouldn't make such remarks."

"That'll be the day," Jack replied. Well, as it happened, a witch was flying by the widow's cottage at the time and overheard the conversation. She thought it would be a great trick to grant Helen's wish. So that night when all slept, the witch cast a spell on Jack before flying off again on her broomstick.

Helen woke up the next morning to a great scream of terror coming from Jack's room. She jumped out of her bed, checked quickly on her still slumbering child and rushed into her lodger's room. She found Jack lying in his bed weeping inconsolably. "Are you all right? Are you ill?"

"I'm dying," Jack moaned. "I've discovered tumors. I'm sure they're cancerous." The unfortunate young man wept even harder and exposed his chest to the startled landlady.

"They look like breasts," Helen said finally after having a close look at the "tumors."

"Don't be ridiculous," Jack huffed. "I'm a man. Men don't have breasts. They're tumors." His outrage had at least stopped his crying. But Jack was wrong. They were indeed breasts. And what a pair of hooters they were! Any woman alive would have been proud to have possessed this perfect pair of tit flesh. But since Jack was a man and a not so proud possessor of these lovely jugs, they looked totally out of place.

"They're breasts," Helen maintained. "I don't know how but that's what they are."

"But what should I do?" Jack looked like he was about to cry again.

"I'd go shopping for a bra if I were you," said Helen.

"I can't go bra shopping. I can just imagine. 'Hello, miss. I'm here to try on bras.'" Jack shuddered with revulsion as he played out the scene in his mind. "I can't go out in public ever again much less shop for a bra. I might as well kill myself here and now."

Helen knew Jack well enough to know he wasn't suicidal, but she realized he was going to have difficulties adjusting to having breasts so she agreed to go buy a bra for him. She had to hide a smile when she realized how sensitive Jack's breasts were when she took his measurements. The young man was lucky he didn't have any pressing appointments. Also, he had money from a small inheritance left to him by his parents so he didn't have to work.

Jack stayed in his room for the next couple of days and sulked. He realized that somebody must have put a curse on him, but he didn't know why. As far as he knew he never did anyone a bit of harm. "Forgive me," he cried to his unseen tormentor. "I don't know why I'm being punished but, I'll make up for whatever I've done to deserve this if you'll just lift this curse. Please!" Well, that plea fell on deaf ears because you see, the witch was hard of hearing and she wasn't wearing her hearing aids at the time. Also, she was off on holiday in the south of France.

Helen woke up the next morning to a great scream of terror coming from Jack's room. "What now?" she cried.

"I told you they were tumors. I'm in great pain and I'm bleeding to death." Helen saw that Jack's chest was wet but she couldn't see any blood.

"You're not bleeding to death. That's milk, not blood. You're lactating."

"You're wrong," wailed the despairing young man. "Leave me alone and I'll die here with as little bother as possible. I'll give you money for my burial." Helen realized Jack was trying to deny the truth and the reason he was in pain was that his breasts were full of milk. She fed her son and then went to call on a sickly friend. She was also a widow with an infant who was also sickly because her mother was having trouble with her milk.

"I just met someone who's...a wet nurse. Let him, uh her feed your daughter."

"I have no money for a wet nurse," her friend said who was also desperately poor. "You know that."

"She'll do it for free as long as she doesn't have to leave my home. She's rather shy." Helen's friend readily agreed to the unusual offer.

"What's this? I want to die alone," Jack said when saw Helen walking into his room with a wailing infant in her arms. The baby certainly wasn't her son.

"Shut up and stop feeling sorry for yourself," Helen declared. "You're going to be useful for once in your life."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to teach you how to breastfeed."

"What? You're crazy. I'm not going to do that."

"You do it or I'll let the town gossips in on your secret. The whole kingdom will know about it within days and the whole continent within the month."

"I'll kill myself first."

"Then I'll have your body pickled and sell tickets for the viewing. I'll be rich," Helen said with a determined look. The stunned young man allowed the infant to be placed in his arms. Helen showed Jack how to hold the infant properly and then guided his nipple into the baby's questing mouth. 

Jack felt weird suckling an infant, but at least the baby had stopped crying and the uncomfortable feeling was leaving his breast. Helen left the room and returned with her own baby. She was bare from the waist up. Jack had only seen parts of Helen's breasts before this as she did her best to keep hidden from Jack's eyes. Now that she was displaying herself it didn't seem like such a big deal because Jack had the same equipment. Helen started suckling her son. The two had a pleasant conversation with absolutely no sly comments from Jack. 

Jack was relieved after his breasts were emptied but he could already feel his breasts filling with a fresh load of milk. Was this to be a never ending cycle? At least the baby was asleep.

"I've never seen such a thing," said Helen. "The girl's healthy color has returned already. Your milk must have magic qualities." Within days Helen's friend was feeling much better and a healthy daughter was returned to her. Well, such a phenomenon can't be kept secret and it wasn't long before Helen was getting more requests for Jack's services. Helen always charged on the ability to pay which was almost always nothing.

"I might as well be a woman for all good being a man is to me," Jack said ruefully after this had been going on for a while although if one were listening carefully, you couldn't detect any bitterness in his tone of voice. Coincidentally, the witch who had cast the spell on Jack was returning from her extended holiday in the south of France and was just flying by. She was wearing her hearing aids and overheard Jack's comment. That night she cast another spell on Jack. In the morning Jack woke up an anatomically complete woman. And what a woman! She was simply beautiful.

"What the heck!" Jack said when she realized what happened. There wasn't going to be any screaming fit this time. She simply accepted it. Helen bought Jackie (which is what she started calling herself) women's clothes and she finally made her first appearance in public. Word of Jackie's beauty spread far and wide. The kingdom's prince, who was looking for a wife, saw her and fell instantly in love.

"Be my wife and we will be happy together for the rest of our lives," the prince told her. Jackie was confused about being proposed to by a man since she was a man not too long before. She simply blushed but the prince wasn't finished with his sales job. "You have the hottest looking honkers I've ever seen," the prince said who had a breast fetish. Jackie was wearing a low cut gown which showed off her cleavage to advantage. "I'm going to be sucking on them night and day. Uh, does one of those jugs dispense chocolate milk? Heh heh!"

Jackie finally realized how boorish he'd been as Jack with his insensitive comments to Helen and other women. No wonder they didn't want to have anything to do with him. Jackie turned the prince down flat and sent him away.

The witch paid Jackie a personal visit that evening. "I see you've learned your lesson. I'm ready to turn you back into a man."

"No thanks," said Jackie.

"What?" exclaimed the surprised witch.

"It's obvious I was pretty useless as a man," Jackie explained. "I've helped lots of children since you cast that spell on me. I want to continue helping and the best way I know how is to remain a woman. The witch smiled, winked and disappeared.

Jackie turned away other suitors so she could continue helping ailing children with her magic milk. Jackie and Helen continued living together but this time as best friends instead of landlady and lodger. Of course, they lived happily ever after. There you have it; a tale of two titties.

A Tale of Two Titties



Unlike most of her co-workers, Donna enjoyed her job at the post office. She had been working behind the counter for over twenty years now and had long ago established a rhythm that made things go by smoothly and quickly.

Donna also enjoyed talking to people and this job brought them to her in droves. Sure there was the occasional asshole or the distraught person who made things difficult. But most of the time the conversations were enjoyable.

And after all these years she hardly even noticed how many of the men never looked her in the eyes.

Donna was still a very attractive 44-year-old woman with long dark-brown hair, blue eyes and an ever-present smile. In all honesty she would have to admit to being a good 10-to-15 pounds overweight, but it didn't show that much. Her ass wasn't as firm and round as it was in her younger days, but she still looked good.

Donna's most obvious feature was her ample bosom: She was blessed with a pair of 40-DDD breasts (She still preferred to use the 'D' instead of something unnatural sounding to her like 'F'). In recent years as she put on a few pounds she found that her tits were barely contained in a triple-D bra, but she resisted going up a size.

Donna used to be offended by the men who would gaze lustfully at her tits when talking to her. But over the years it became second nature. As long as they looked and didn't make crude comments of gestures she hardly gave it a second thought.

Worse for Donna was walking down the street, or in the mall, where she was often subjected by offensive comments from crude men and teenagers who were driving or passing by.

For the most part, Donna's life was going well. Her son was in his first year of college, meaning that in a little over three years she would be free to quit working at the time of her choosing.

Donna was suffering Empty Nest Syndrome without her son at home. She had not noticed just how far apart she and her husband had drifted over the years. They still loved each other, but she had become painfully aware of just how much of their lives had revolved around their son.

Donna could usually count on one hand the number of times she had sex with her husband during a month, sometimes with too many fingers left over to spare. It wasn't that she didn't find her husband attractive, and she knew that the same was true for him. It was just that there hours and activities were such that it just didn't happen unless she made the effort. She was concerned that part of the problem could be the beginning of erectile dysfunction brought on by her husband's diabetes. But he would never admit to that, or seek help.

That aside, life was good.

Today Donna was joining several of her co-workers for a farewell reception for a fellow co-worker. Justin Jones, who was simply known as JJ to everyone, had just signed up to join the Air Force. JJ: An attractive 18-year old with short brown hair and an athletic body, had been friends with Donna's son since the two were little boys. When Donna's son went off to college JJ started attending the local community college and, with Donna's help, got a job working in sorting at the post office. But JJ found school wasn't the best fit for him, so he turned the military instead.

Donna had known that JJ, and his older brother Ted, both had a mild crush on her as teenagers. She knew that they teased her son about being lucky enough to have breast on her abundant tits, but she knew that they meant no harm and found both boys to be kind and pleasant kids.

With JJ being only 18, it was decided to hold his farewell party at someone's apartment so alcohol could be served. Russell, an overweight and unattractive 35-year-old divorcee who worked with them volunteered his place.

With her husband being out of town for a business trip Donna decided to go to the party and wish JJ the best of luck.

The party was lightly attended and after an hour or so most of their co-workers headed home. Donna sipped on a beer as she looked around the room and saw only JJ, Ted, Russell and Mark, JJ's 19-year-old friend who also worked in the back of the post office. She decided that it was probably time for her to leave as well.

She approached JJ and gave him a hug, wishing him good luck.

When she stepped back, JJ, who was pretty buzzed from the beer he had consumed, said, "I'm going to miss you Donna, and I am really gonna miss those titties."

Donna blushed at the comment. She had caught JJ, and his brother Ted, staring at her chest hundreds of times over the years. But neither had ever made any direct comment to her. She excused the remark as a product of his drinking.

"You should let him see them before he leaves." Mark said. "Hell, we'd all like to see them."

Donna tried to smile and ignore the comment. "Well, I have to go now."

She turned to find Ted standing behind her. "Come on, why don't you just let us see them once." He said, blocking her exit.

Donna looked to Russell for support. But the fat man was eyeing her chest in silence waiting to see how this turned out.

"Yea, Donna," JJ said, "I'm going off to serve my country, why not at least let me see those big tits as a reward. Hell, maybe you could let me titty-fuck you."

"Fuck you." Donna replied.

She tried to push past Ted, but he pushed her back and was then joined by Mark. Donna struggled as both young men grabbed her and began wrestling her to the ground. She pleaded to Russell for help, but he just shrugged his shoulders saying, "What can I do against them."

Donna fought against them as they pushed her to the floor. They held her down and unbuttoned her blouse. With little effort they rolled her over and removed the shirt from her and then undid her bra and pulled it off. Now Donna was pinned to the floor on her back with her arms held down by Mark and Ted sitting on her legs as all four men ogled her exposed tits.

"Jesus Christ, look at them." Ted said as he grabbed one tit in each hand and began squeezing them.

"Stop it, goddamn it!" Donna protested.

Ted looked to his brother. "Come play with these, JJ."

JJ sat his half-empty can down and dropped to the floor beside Donna and began groping her tits. "Oh man, these are so fucking nice."

"Why don't you tit fuck her like you've always wanted to do." Ted suggested.

JJ couldn't resist. He stood and removed his pants. Donna looked up to see his hard cock as he straddled her body.

"Please don't." She begged.

"I can't miss this opportunity." JJ said as he squatted down and laid his cock between Donna's tits. Taking one in each hand he began fucking her melons as Ted and Mark cheered him on.

Donna could do nothing but watch as JJ slide his cock back and forth between her boobs. While this act wasn't strange to her, it was something that she hadn't done in nearly two decades. Donna's husband had done this several times, as had some of her boyfriends before him. But Donna never received any real satisfaction from letting a man use her tits and spew his cum on her this way so she rarely did it. Now she was being forced to allow the young man who she had watched grow up as her son's best friend do this to her.

She let out a yelp as JJ squeezed her tits a little too hard, mashing them together around his cock as he continued pumping her chest.

"Here goes." He said as he began to cum.

Donna closed her eyes, but could do nothing to prevent feeling his cum splashing all over her upper chest and even striking her chin. She felt it run down to her throat and along her neck and felt disgusted as JJ continued cumming at her expense.

"Oh that was good." JJ said.

"I have to try that." Ted said.

Donna tried to resist as Ted, who had quickly removed his pants and boxers, climbed atop her. But after JJ's assault she had lost some of her will to fight.

Now Ted was fucking her large tits. She could not help but notice that Ted's cock was probably a full two inches larger than his brother's average sized cock. And as a result he was able to ram forward and connect with her chin on several strokes. As she looked down she could see the large, purple-ish head pop in and out of view over and over again as he used her tightly pressed cleavage as a fuck-canal. She could see precum glistening along the slit of his cock as he continued and knew that he too would soon be cumming. She could only imagine what her son would think if he ever knew that his two friends were doing this to his mother.

Unlike JJ, Ted offered no verbal warning for his orgasm. His pace quickened slightly but Donna failed to take any real notice. It was only when she felt the first wad of his cum smack beneath her chin that she realized he was cumming. She involuntarily looked down to his cock just in time to see the second volley of cum launch from his cock, striking her half-opened mouth directly on target. 

Donna felt the third blast of cum strike her in the face even as the cum that had found its way into her mouth rushed into the back of her throat. She shook her head, hoping to avoid any more as the taste of his warm, salty man-juice took her by surprise. Donna swallowed it before realizing what she was doing and wanted to gag at the thought of it.

She could feel more cum splashing along her neck and throat, mingling with JJ's as it ran down behind her shoulders just as the cum on her left cheek rolled along her face, some of it finding her left eye and beginning to burn slightly.

"My turn." She heard Mark announce as she was still struggling to shake off the cum on her face.

As Mark removed his pants and took his place between her tits she found her hands free and rubbed vigorously to remove any trace of the cum on her face.

Mark began titty-fucking his co-worker in earnest. Having watched the two brothers doing this gave him the courage to do the same in front of them. He had never really thought of fucking a woman's tits before, but Donna's tits were so big and bouncy that after watching JJ and Ted he could not resist the temptation to do the same.

He thrust his cock between her boobs with the need to cum. He could feel his balls tightening already and knew that he would not take as long as the other two had before releasing his seed between Donna's tits.

"Oh god, yes!" He called out as her tits squeezed his orgasm out of him, applying a fresh coat of cum on Donna as he came.

"How about you, Russ, you want some of this?" JJ asked Russell.

Donna looked over, not expecting to see Russell already naked. Without his clothes he looked even heavier. And his hard cock looked small protruding from below his belly.

"I want some alright, but not her tits. Get those pants off."

"No!" Donna yelled as the three young men began undoing her pants. It had been bad enough to have them titty-fuck her, but she was not going to let one of them fuck her.

But alas, Donna had little say in the matter at hand. Try as she might, the three men were able to remove her pants and panties and were now holding her down, spread-eagle, on the floor.

"Looks like she's retro." Ted said, commenting on Donna's thick black pubic bush. The three of them were used to seeing girls very neatly trimmed, if not completely shaved, and the sight of Donna's full bush looked odd to them.

"That's the way I like 'em." Russell said as he got on his knees between Donna's spread legs.

"Don't you dare do this, Russ." She warned him.

Russell chucked as he positioned himself. "What are you going to do, call the cops? Hell, you brought some of the beer for these guys. We'll just say that you wanted it."

Rubbing her pussy, and finding it surprisingly moist, he added, "Shit, you're even wet. I think that you must want it after all."

Donna was more surprised to find her own juices flowing than anyone. She could only guess that her body had instinctively responded to the stimulation of her tits.

She expelled that thought from her mind as she felt Russell's cock pressing into her pussy; where no man other than her husband had been in nearly twenty-five years. "Please don't!"

Russell shoved his cock into her and began fucking the woman he had secretly lusted after since he began working at the post office. He grabbed her left tit with his right hand and groped it greedily, lowering his head to lick and suck her hard nipple as he fucked her tight, wet box. It had been too long since Russell had fucked anyone and he was taking great pleasure in this.

Donna rolled her head back and forth as her overweight co-worker fucked her, wanting to somehow get him off of her before he had the satisfaction of cumming inside her.

Russell knew what was on her mind. "Relax and enjoy it, Donna. I'm going to fill that pussy with my cum real soon."

He began thrusting harder and faster, feeling his orgasm nearing.

"Ohhhh." He moaned as he felt his cum releasing, sending spurt after spurt of a much needed climax into Donna's waiting pussy.

Donna lay still as Russell climbed off of her. She just wanted to get this over with and leave. But as she looked up she saw that all three young men were fully erect and looking down at her with refreshed desire.

"Oh god, no." She muttered.

"Jump on and go for it." Russell said as he slapped JJ on the back.

"Oh shit, yes!" JJ agreed as he pounced on Donna.

In seconds Donna felt JJ's cock inside her and found herself face-to-face with the bright-eyed boy who had spent so many hours at her house playing with her son. But now he was fucking her instead.

JJ could not believe that he was fucking Donna. He remembered jacking off in her bathroom once, using one of her large bras that he found in there and coating it with his cum. He often wondered if Donna had ever noticed what he had left behind in the large cup. Now he was actually fucking her for real, and had just cum between those giant tits that had always turned him on.

Donna's view of the innocent boy was shattered by all of this. But then her senses were shattered as she felt something happening within her: Her body was responding. She realized that she was now bouncing her hips up and down to meet JJ's thrusts. Donna did not know why she was reacting this way. She was revolted at what was being done to her, but her body was beginning to take pleasure from it. Perhaps it was as simple as the fact that these men wanted her in a way that her husband didn't seem to. Whatever it was, Donna had to fight the urge to enjoy it.

Then it happened, she realized that her body was about to climax. She fought hard to prevent it, but it was no use. Donna's eyes rolled back as she came beneath JJ.

As she was cumming JJ reached his climax too, and he shot his load into Donna as the two came together.

"You go next." Ted offered to Mark.

Mark looked down at Donna, seeing trickles of cum oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy and declined. "I'd rather have her mouth."

"Well I want her to ride me." Ted suggested.

They grabbed Donna, who had somewhat given in to what was going to happen, and pulled her atop Ted as he lay on the floor. Ted began fucking up into Donna's pussy as he played with her swinging tits from below her.

Mark then stood to the side and pulled Donna's head to face his cock. She opened her mouth and began sucking his cock as her body began to bounce up and down on Ted's cock.

Then Donna found her body responding again. Ted's large cock, perhaps the largest she had ever experienced, was filling her in a way that she could never remember. She could feel her insides burning with desire as she fucked him. His hands fondling her bouncing tits only made the sensation stronger and she found herself using her mouth and tongue to hungrily satisfy Mark's cock.

Donna climaxed as she worked both cocks together. As her orgasm subsided she heard Mark moaning with delight, then felt his cum spilling into her waiting mouth as she gulped down every drop.

Once spent, Mark backed away, leaving Donna atop Ted as the two fucked savagely. Donna came a third time, shaking her head from side-to-side as she climaxed, bouncing her pussy on Ted's fuckstick wanting nothing more than to feel it explode inside her.

Ted gripped her tits hard as he arched his back and began cumming inside of Donna. Her pussy worked every drop of cum out of him as the two continued fucking.

Then Donna rolled over onto the floor. Ted arose and began dressing.

Seeing that the others were doing the same, Donna got up and put her clothes on. The three young men kept telling her how great she had been, while Russell just sat there with a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing that Donna would be working beside him for a long time to come, always knowing that he had fucked her and never once willing to report it to anyone.

"Assholes." Donna said to them all as she left.

But as she left the apartment, Ted followed. Donna looked the 20-year-old with the cock that had made her cum twice dead in the face and, after being certain that the door was closed and no one could hear, said, "Once your brother has left, you can call me and fuck me anytime you want. Just don't let those other assholes know about it."

You could have knocked Ted over with a feather.



A Tale of Two Titties



Brenda knew when men looked at her she had two things going for her her long blonde hair and her large tits. So it was no surprise when he walked up and said, "You have some nice melons," that she just smiled and said, "Thanks."

Brenda didn't realize she was holding two cantaloupes when he said that.

"You going to make something with them?" He asked.

She looked up at him a little puzzled. Was this man wanting to do what she thought he wanted, she thought to herself before looking down and realizing she was holding the melons.

Blushing, she looked up at him and said, "I was planning on having a picnic a little later."

Throwing caution to the wind, "care to join me?" She asked the blond stranger.

"Sure," he replied. "By the way, I'm Mike."

"Nice to meet you Mike. My name's Brenda."

Mike escorted her to the checkout stand and she put her melons on the conveyer belt with the rest of her groceries.

"Why don't we just take my car?" Asked Mike.

"That's fine with me."

He carried her groceries out to his car and loaded them in the trunk before heading to the passenger side door and opened it for her.

"Where are we going?"

"There's a little park a couple miles outside of town just off the highway."

They drove to the park in silence. Brenda thought to herself that she was being crazy asking this stranger to go with her, but he looked so nice and when she looked into his blue eyes, it did something to her insides.

He turned off onto the dirt road that led to the park and pulled up into the parking area. The whole place was deserted.

"Oh darn," Brenda said. "I left my blanket in my car."

"That's okay. I have one in the trunk."

Mike opened the trunk, grabbed the groceries and blanket, and closed the trunk before walking with Brenda toward the small pond. He sat down the groceries and spread out the blanket before patting a spot for Brenda to sit.

As she sat down, he joined her but his leg brushed up against hers and they both took in a sharp breath. Both of them moved at the same time toward the other. She rested her hands on his shoulders and he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth toward his. Their lips touched slightly before he nudged her apart with his tongue.

He explored the inside of her mouth while she started taking off his shirt. They broke their kiss and both discarded their shirts. He looked down at her lacy bra and said, "those are nice too."

She replied by reaching behind her and unfastening her bra. Once that was discarded she grabbed his hand and put it over one of her breasts. She leaned into him and reached up and grabbed his nipples, running her hands in small circles.

He reached with his other hand and grabbed her other nipple. He lowered his head to one tit and began sucking it. She moaned and leaned closer to his mouth. She reached lower and unbuttoned his shorts, sliding them down his legs. She followed them with his underwear.

He pushed her backwards and started trailing kisses until he reached her mouth. Then he began straddling her, running his hard penis across her shorts before heading higher.

She motioned for him to stop, and reached to the side and grabbed her purse. He looked at her with a puzzled look until he saw her withdraw a bottle of lotion.

She handed it up to him and he squeezed it on her waiting tits. He rubbed it all around and she moaned. Once he had her tits nice and wet, he straddled them and put his penis in between the waiting opening.

She reached and grabbed both tits, one on either side and squeezed them together. He moved his dick in and out. When he reached the top of her tits, she reached out with her tongue and licked his moist head. He moaned and thrust harder.

Each time he thrust up, she licked. He thrust harder and harder and she licked faster and faster. 

"This feels so good," Mike told Brenda.

She replied by taking his whole head in her mouth and suckling it. He paused for a moment while her tongue tortured his throbbing dick. He reached over and grabbed the lotion. He squeezed more onto her tits before resuming his thrusts.

He thrust harder and faster and she squeezed her tits tighter, making the opening much smaller. That only spurred him on more. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. He thrust one final time before spilling himself all over her chest.

He sat there for a moment and then said, "Damn, I told you those were some nice melons."



A Tale of Two Titties



I still look back fondly on the Summer of '96 .......... The Summer when I discovered sex. I'm 32 now and married with a good career in banking plus two gorgeous children, but my mind still wanders back to the 6 months between ending my exams and going to University.

As a child I'd always been considered chubby and was horrified when my boobs first appeared just before my 12th birthday; I then spent the next 6 years covering them up and hiding them under big baggy clothing so as not to draw any attention from the rougher kids at school. I hardly ever socialised for 5 or 6 years from the age of 12 apart from with a small group of other kids who were in my Maths and Science groups at school. I was what you would probably now call a Geek. 

I took after my Dad who is a very successful Accountant but as boring as Hell; unlike my Mum who was stunningly attractive and ran her own hairdressing salon and was the life and soul of the party with lots of friends. Dad spent most of his spare time at the Golf Club. I sometimes wondered how they'd got together or even stayed married for so long. 

Don't get me wrong; I wasn't 100% boring; after finding my Dads collection of dirty books one day I quickly became fascinated by sex. I would sneak a couple of magazines out when I was supposed to be doing homework and masturbate furiously while looking at the pictures and reading the erotic stories. My imagination ran riot and my fantasies became wilder and wilder as the stories became ever naughtier.

I had a few different boyfriends at this time and even had sex with two of them. Both went to my school and from the magazines that I was reading I knew that they weren't very experienced; leaving me happy to have lost my virginity but generally sexually frustrated. I much preferred wanking them off; then wiping their gunk onto a handkerchief that I would later sniff while masturbating in the comfort of my bedroom. 

As my exams came to an end; I began helping in the hair salon; sweeping up and making the coffees for the staff and clients. One of the girls who worked for Mum was called Gemma and was about the same age as me. She was from a village about three miles away and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was very self-confident, drank, smoked and swore like a Trooper and she liked cock. Boy; did she like cock; any shape and any size (and any colour!); she just loved cock. From the stories that she regaled us with on a Monday morning I was surprised that she could still walk straight!

Gemma took great delight in embarrassing me with her juicy tales; and soon began probing me for information about my own meagre sex life. She even got me to confess that I was no longer a virgin; but I stopped short of telling her and the other women how much I liked wanking boys off. One day when it was quiet in the salon Gem took it upon herself to give me a makeover. Before I knew what was happening she had cut coloured and styled my hair then later that evening took me clothes shopping (funded by my Mum) at the local Mall. Some of the clothes that she suggested were very risqué and even low cut; not what I would normally feel comfortable wearing; but Gem insisted I try them on and when I did she compliment me on having a 'great tits and arse combo'! Her favourite expression was "If you've got it – flaunt it!" I must admit to feeling quite sexy when I looked in the full length mirror and seeing my huge cleavage pushed up and nearly out of one particular transparent top (which she made me buy). 

We also spent a small fortune on lingerie; not underwear but sexy stuff that I would never have dared look at never mind buy if I'd been on my own. At one stage the two of us were in a cubicle together trying on bras and the atmosphere was decidedly weird as we kept accidentally bumping into each other's boobs and Gem constantly telling me that she wished she had 'tits like mine', not the 'fried eggs' that she had. I told her that she had 'pretty tits' (a word I'd never used before) and from what she had told me the boys liked them anyway. Gem replied that she would 'go on the game' if she had 'tits and an arse like mine'. I think it was meant as a compliment.

The following day I wore a shortish grey skirt and cropped red cotton cardigan that she had selected; and left a couple of buttons undone to expose a little bit of my new pink bra and a lot of cleavage, like she had told me to do. I felt really embarrassed as I walked from the car park beside my Mum; who was visibly pleased at my transformation; but was pleasantly surprised at the smiles I got from a couple of men on their way to work. I suddenly felt like a brand new person; especially when the other women and my Mum all complimented me on my new image. 

My latest boyfriend, Adrian was intimidated by my sudden change and dropped me like a stone when I wore stockings and sexy undies one night and did a striptease for him; which was a shame because he had the biggest cock of my three 'lovers' but like the others only lasted a few seconds whenever we made love. Still, it was a great experience wanking him because he always produced a lot of creamy spunk for my handkerchief collection. By now I had advanced to occasionally borrowing one of Mummy's vibraters or sometimes large vegetables like carrots or cucumbers from the kitchen when I read Daddy's magazines. I absolutely loved the feeling of having a greased up cucumber filling my puss while I inhaled on a freshly spunked in handkerchief (the memory is making me tingle with excitement as I write this).

Gem invited me out with her friends a couple of times in the next week; but I resisted, until Mummy suggested that I should go with her and 'let my hair down'. I gave in and agreed to go to Town on the following Saturday night.

I met the girls in the Crown near the salon at the agreed time. I was wearing a cream merino wool wrap over dress that Gemma had suggested as 'it emphasised my hourglass figure'. I just thought my boobs would fall out at any minute and my arse really did 'look big in it', as the material clung to me like a second skin and my new non-wired bra offered no support at all and made my extra large boobs wobble when I teetered in the high heels I'd bought that afternoon. 

Gemma's friends were all dressed as tarty as my new best friend with short skirts that barely covered their backsides or hipster jeans that showed off their knickers when they moved. Their tops were all quite revealing and they all had so much make up on it looked like war paint. My new outfit and hairstyle fitted in perfectly. 

We had a couple of drinks in the Crown then got taxis to the Centre of Town. I had a fantastic time with a never ending series of guys buying me drinks and trying to chat me up; but Gemma kept a wary eye on me and chased off a couple of leery ones; although her own taste in men was suspect to say the least. 

As the night wore on we lost a few of the girls and eventually there were just four of us in a disco bar at about 10 o'clock. As we drunkenly jigged on the tiny dance floor we were joined by a group of guys who introduced themselves as rugby players from the local University. Because of my limited experience with men I thought that they were all bloody gorgeous! 

Stacey and Angela quickly disappeared because they didn't like students; leaving me and Gemma dancing with a couple of hunks. 

We soon retired to the bar and a tall statuesque blonde fella with a bent nose began drunkenly talking to me while his friend got us some drinks. I was mesmerised by his good looks but still had enough sense to make sure Gem was close by; even if she did have her tongue down a shaven headed guy with no neck's throat.

With sober hindsight the guys acted like lions in the jungle separating the wildebeest from the herd before they each 'went in for the kill'! 

"I'm Grant," the big blonde guy shouted into my ear without ever taking his eyes off my chest, "that's Si getting the drinks. What's your name?" 

"Laura." I replied as Si handed me a bottle of green alcopops.

"Luscious Laura." Grant slurred as he tried to keep the drool in his mouth as his face hovered over my bosoms. 

Grant and Si made small talk, but to be honest I could hardly hear what they were saying and was just revelling in the attention that they were paying to me and my bosoms. After half an hour Gemma grabbed my arm and dragged me to the toilets. She pulled me inside the cubicle and without batting an eyelid lit a cigarette, pulled her jeans and thong down to her knees and squatted over the bowl while she peed. I was absolutely stunned and couldn't take my eyes away from between her legs as she was completely pubeless and I could see the pee scooting from between her curly labia.

"So what do you think?" Gemma asked; as she wiped her puss with a tissue then pulled her knickers up while her fag dangled from her lips.

"Sorry?" I replied; not knowing what the Hell she had just said.

"They've asked us back to a flat for a party." She earnestly told me as she motioned for me to replace her on the toilet. I guessed that this was commonplace between the girls and not quite as kinky as I thought it was, so lifted my dress up to my waist and pulled my new white silk knickers down and squatted over the bowl. Although I needed to pee, I couldn't get anything to pass.

"Stage fright?" Gemma laughed as she exhaled a plume of smoke from her cigarette. "Shove a finger up; that usually works when I'm pissed."

I nervously smiled and squeezed until my pee flowed naturally.

"So?" Gemma returned to her previous subject, "Do you want to go back to the flat for a party?" 

"But there are only two of us." I said as I modestly wiped my puss and quickly pulled my knickers up.

"Well," she grinned and curled her lip before taking another drag, "he said it was a party but he just wants to fuck the arse off me and I'm more than fucking willing after feeling that fucking monster between his legs."

I looked shocked as Gemma finished her cigarette and threw it into the bowl. 

"We can get a taxi home after I'm finished." She winked and flushed the toilet, "what do you say?"

"I'm game!" I giggled.

"Don't let that big fucker hear you say that or else he'll fuck you six ways sideways!" Gem giggled as she squeezed my bum on the way out.

The three rugby players were waiting for us right outside the toilets (making sure we hadn't escaped).

Two minutes later the five of us were in the back of a black cab. Gem was straddling the guy with no neck and he was blatantly playing with her boobs inside her blouse. I was sitting between Grant and Si, who were both making no attempt at conversation – just leering at my boobs and telling me how 'fucking fantastic' they were.

"They're as big as my head!" Grant drunkenly laughed as he suddenly buried his face between them to prove his point. I did nothing to stop him and clung onto Simon to stop falling off the seat as the taxi hurled around a corner. 

"How big are they?" Simon asked as Grant threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled my chest towards him so he could lick the crevice between my globes.

I couldn't stop giggling and managed to tell him, "36EE." 

"They're fucking amazing", he slurred as he began stroking and cupping my left boob with his big hairy hand while Grant mauled the other without moving his face. "I bet you give amazing titty-fucks," Si whispered as he slid his hand inside my dress and caressed my boob through my soft bra.

Not knowing what he meant I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled innocently.

"You don't know what a titty-fuck is, do you?" He cackled as he squeezed my boob through my bra. "That's when I stick my cock between these whoppers and you jiggle them until I cum." He was now scratching my nipple with his fingernail making it get very stiff and noticeable.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the thought.

"Are you going to give me a titty-fuck?" Si asked with a twinkle in his eye. I nodded furiously and pulled Grant further into my bosom. 

By the time the taxi arrived at the flat Gemma was still straddling no-neck, but had swivelled around and from what I could see was rubbing her crotch against his cock so fast I half expected to see smoke. 

As Si opened the door to the flat Grant took hold of me and began kissing me. I was taken aback but quickly responded by sticking my tongue into his mouth and twisting it around his. The big fella grabbed my bum with both hands as we snogged on the step and began shaking my booty as he pressed his hard-on against me. 

Gem was totally ignoring me now as no-neck dragged her into his bedroom as soon as the door was opened. I went into the living room with Grant and Si. The atmosphere was incredibly charged as Si grabbed 3 cans of beer from the fridge and handed them around. The guys looked a bit embarrassed and weren't sure who was going to make the first move. I was now very aware of how drunk I was and didn't say a word as I sipped my beer. As Si put the radio on I flopped onto the sofa. 

The guys looked at each other then me for guidance but remained standing. I got a sudden shot of courage and patted the cushion next to me. Si's face lit up and he immediately joined me. I looked at him with a big grin on my face – hoping he knew what I wanted him to do. He got the message and deftly unknotted the bow on my dress and flung it open exposing my underwear and even more of my cleavage.

"Holy fuck!" he gasped as he held his hands out to stroke my boobs. For a big rugged man his touch was incredibly gentle; which made his strokes very sensual. I was shaking with excitement as he tickled my nipples through my bra and stared like a man in a trance.

Grant was now sitting on my other side and began pulling my dress off. I shuffled my bottom to free it and he dropped it on the floor leaving me just wearing my bra and silk knickers. Thankfully the alcohol had lowered my inhibitions and I slid onto my back as Si moved forward to kiss me. He was soon lying on top and forcing his tongue down my throat as Grant played with my boobs. Si quickly began rubbing his cock against my crotch as we mashed our lips together. Without breaking our kiss he shuffled his body to try and unfasten his jeans. It was proving difficult so I started to help; eventually getting them down to his knees at the same time that Grant pulled my boobs out of my bra. 

Si finally broke the kiss and stood up to remove his shirt and jeans as Grant pushed me up to take my bra off. They both gasped when my globes were finally in view. Although I'd been embarrassed about them for a few years, I was also aware from Daddy's porn mags that they were actually a popular shape because they were big and bouncy. 

My eyes were only on Si's jockey shorts – the bulge in the front looked very appetising. He swiftly pulled them down and his stiff cock sprung into view. It was my turn to gasp now – it looked gorgeous as the purple head peaked out of the foreskin. 

As he moved towards my boobs his cock swung from side to side (which looked a little bit funny). He was now straddling my tummy and slapping my nipples with his cock then placed it between then.

"Push your titties together." He grinned; I grabbed my boobs with both hands and squashed them around his stiffy like two big burger buns around a hotdog. "Now shake them." I'd never touched my boobs like this before; but it was fun as I shook them and made his cock bounce. Si was soon glowing like a beacon and panting very quickly as his cock kept appearing and disappearing in and out of my cleavage. I began giggling nervously, especially when a little pearl of pre-cum appeared out of the tiny eye. 

"Spit on it." He grunted, "Spit on it, make it wetter." Without thinking I began spitting on his bell end until his cock began gliding between my boobs with the greatest of ease.

"Fucking hell, man!" He moaned to Grant as he rocked back and forth between my boobies, "This is out of the fucking world!" I guessed that for all his bravado he'd never actually done this before either. 

It was very exciting watching my boobs wobble around his cock which was getting stiffer all the time, with the knob now completely out of its hood.

I was lost in my own little world until I felt Grant pulling at my knickers. Without a second thought I lifted my bum so he could pull them off. A second later he had pulled my legs apart by the thighs and was stroking my curly labia and pubic hair. As he shuffled to get comfortable I curled a leg over one of his shoulders, Simon edged forward until his knob was nearly touching my mouth when it popped out of my boobs.

"Open your mouth." He grunted through gritted teeth as Grant began licking my pussy. I opened my mouth and his knob began brushing my lips. I couldn't resist and flicked my tongue out until it touched the hot velvety tip.

I'd never kissed or sucked a cock before and only one boy had ever tried to lick me; but stopped to gag after a minute or so.

I was soon shaking with excitement as Grants tongue separated my pussy flaps and he began lapping up my thick pussy juice and occasionally flicking my sensitive clitty. 

Simon was now rocking faster and faster as I shook my titties as hard as I could.

I suddenly yelped when I felt Grant stick a finger or two up my puss as he feverishly licked my slit making me purr and grunt at the same time. His fingers were twisting inside me giving me a slight uncomfortable feeling but I definitely didn't want him to stop so shuffled my bum to get comfortable. I looked up to see Simons' face getting contorted and his nostrils flaring as he tried to stop himself cumming; but he couldn't and I didn't want him too either, so I speeded up my boob shaking until he threw his head back and let out a guttural gasp followed by a jet of creamy man juice shooting out of his purple knob and landing on my neck. I was mesmerised as I kept shaking my boobs and even more spewed out into the crevice that I'd created. The smell was intoxicating and I couldn't get over how much there actually was.

I was still thoroughly enjoying what Grant was doing at the other end, especially when he pushed my thigh further back with his shoulder and he wiggled his fingers deep inside my sticky pussy. My movement dislodged Simon as he was squeezing the last drops of cum onto my titties and he fell slightly forward and I almost immediately had a mouth full of trembling cock. This wasn't how I'd expected my first experience of cock sucking to be. I lay motionless as he moved his hips so his shrinking cock fucked my face. He began cackling with excitement when I held my head back and his wilting shaft filled my mouth until his hairy balls rested on my chin. 

He couldn't hold the position for very long and ended up scrambling off the sofa and scraping his cock across my face. I only had a few seconds to get my thoughts together when Grant stood up and grabbed my ankles in one swift motion. The next I knew was Simon's cold spunk was running off my boobs and onto my neck as I was being positioned onto my shoulders. I looked over my chest to see Grant's cock swinging like a pink baton next to my hairy pussy. He had a delirious grin on his face as he lurched forward and his cock banged against the side of my prickling slit making me grimace. I swung it again and this time it hit the target, nudging into my hole. I felt as if my eyes would pop out when he slid his length deep inside me as my knees were now pressed against my chest. 

It was his turn to cackle now as he fucked me like a man possessed; while I made occasional meowing and grunting noises; and shouting "Yes....yes.....YEEESSS!" His cock felt like a baseball bat as it filled my belly and stretched my puss more than any of Mummy's sex toys ever had. 

As he battered my puss Simon appeared beside my head and turned my face until he could slide his cock back into my mouth properly. I was unable to stop him, even if I'd wanted to! I couldn't make out what he was saying as I sucked and slurped while he cradled my head and made occasional thrusts to force it into my throat. I didn't think that I'd ever experience sex like this in my wildest masturbatory dreams and definitely not with any my previous boyfriends. 




A Tale of Two Titties



"Get on your knees." Simon grunted as he pulled his cock from my mouth at the same time that Grant slowly started grinding his cock in circles while he pushed my legs back to a comfortable position.

"What?" I asked as Grant unceremoniously pulled his dick out of my puss leaving it feeling empty.

"Get on all fours." The hairy rugby player grinned, "I want to watch your tits bounce when we fuck you doggy style." I raised my eyebrows and nervously smiled as I did as I was told. I was quickly on all fours and, much to their delight began swaying my large titties. In a flash Si was kneeling in front of me and slid his semi-erect cock across my face as I tried to lick it; which made them both giggle. It soon became a game as he teased me and I tried to get it in my mouth. All I could think of at that precise moment was that I wanted to suck his cock and suck it properly; just like the women in Daddy's magazines would. 

Simon soon tired of teasing me and fed his cock into my mouth. I was delirious as I slid my mouth along the shaft swallowing as much as I could. Because it wasn't as hard as when he titty-fucked me I managed to get most of it in and sucked and wrapped my tongue around it like a whore. 

My concentration was soon broken when Grant came back from the bathroom and pulled my bum cheeks apart with his huge cold hands. A second later he had rammed his very stiff cock deep in my pussy, taking my breath away. At first he gripped my hips and battered my hole with his ramrod. I had to grip the carpet with my fingers to stop falling and the forward thrusts forced me harder onto Si's cock which was now buried in my throat and I was breathing through my nose. My big titties were wobbling and shaking so much they actually hurt and I was relieved when Simon grabbed hold of them and began kneading my nipples as he crushed my mounds. 

Eventually Grant slowed down and leaned forward to grab my titties as Simon leaned back on his haunches to watch me sucking his gorgeous cock. Grant began fucking me with short sharp thrusts just like a real dog would fuck a bitch. I've not felt like I did at that precise moment ever since; I was in sexual Heaven. 

My senses were all over the shop as I slurped on Simon's cock and Grant rattled my cage from behind while he dug his thick fingers into my boobs until they were actually bruised.

My mind was a complete blank as the boys rapidly began panting and grunting as we merged into one sweating and heaving sexual heap. I guessed Grant was close to the edge when he raised himself up again and grabbed my hips. Simon held my head in one hand and played with my titties with the other as Grant began building up for his climax by fucking me so hard his cock kept coming out but my hole which must have been so stretched it went straight back in up to the hilt.....over and over again until he growled and let out a deep groan from deep in the pit of his stomach as his cock erupted deep inside my young pussy. 

I was quivering and flopped onto the stained carpet when he withdrew his monster cock and rolled backwards. My pussy felt stretched and tattered as his warm cum leaked out and ran down my thigh. I closed my eyes and slid my hand between my legs. I was soaking wet and Grant's spunk was still oozing out as I began stroking my clitty. I couldn't stop myself and rubbed and rubbed as fast as I could as I tugged on my titties like they had done until I had a very powerful orgasm. Knowing that the boys were watching turned me on as much as any fantasy I'd ever had in my bedroom and one I've relived 100's of times since.

When I opened my eyes Gemma was sitting next to me cradling my head as the boys drank beer close by

"Are you okay?" She gently asked me. I smiled and nodded as I pulled the hair from in front of my eyes. 

"Are you sure?" She asked again. I nodded again and smiled a bigger more convincing smile.

"Yes, thanks." I whispered and slowly raised myself to my feet. The boys now looked a little sheepish as I pulled my knickers up and put my bra back on; but I was in my element knowing that they were all looking at ME and thinking about what I'd just let them do to ME! I deliberately bent forward so they got a good long look at my cleavage as I picked up my dress. Gemma knew what I was doing and kept whispering, "You horny cow!" and "You're giving them another fucking hard on, doing that!" I grinned and took even more time to get dressed; eventually theatrically adjusting my boobs and bra just for effect.

That night was just the beginning of a wild six months before I went to University and carved out a career in Banking and got married.



A Tale of Two...Titties?



Hi Folks. Here I am with another tale of romance, betrayal, and woe with a few Mustangs and a bit of hope sprinkled in for good measure. I'm joined as usual by the incomparable Mikothebaby on the figurative red pen, crossing out my many grammatical and punctuation errors and giving you a story that is more easily read. The weird thing about it is that when she does a great job no one mentions her. But if we (usually me) miss one thing, it's a federal case. While you guys and you ladies too are reading this please consider the plight of the editors here. The only payment they get for their efforts come in the way of the very sporadic praise that readers sometimes give them. So this week let's all say something nice not only for my wonderful editor, but for all of the editors here and the moderators who make sure that the stories you read are within the website's guidelines and moral code. If they weren't here and doing a great job, you probably wouldn't be reading this. SS06

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It seemed to be a slow night as I wiped down the bar for the fortieth of what would probably be four hundred or more times during the evening. There were probably only eight or nine women in the whole place when he walked in. He sat down at the bar with his head turned away but there was something familiar about him.

Every woman in the place turned to look at him when he walked in. We just don't get very many men in here. This bar caters mostly to a very select clientele. Most of our customers are women and the majority of them are lesbians.

I get hit on a lot here. That's probably why I stay. Everyone needs to feel that they're attractive to someone every once in a while at least. The problem is that the only ones hitting on me are gay women. I am decidedly hetero sexual. I have no interest in women at all. I'm not even bi-curious let alone bi. All of the women who hit on me are always telling me that I won't know whether I like it or not unless I try it.

When I explain to them that I was born with an innate love for the feeling of a dick pushing its way inside of any one of my openings, they look at me like I'm crazy. When I tell them that I love sucking one and that I definitely swallow, they walk away faster. When I yell to them that I don't even mind when a guy puts his dick in my ass, they run away screaming.

The problem is that though all of those statements are correct, none of that has happened for a very long time. My pussy is so dry it's dusty. It's been so long since something was shoved inside it that I'm as tight as a virgin again.

The problem is that I just don't appeal to men. My face is okay. I'm reasonably pretty. I'm not as pretty as I once was I guess. But tragedy has a way of marking you. It's especially bad when the tragedy is something that you're directly responsible for yourself. I guess my face, though it isn't scarred or deformed, just carries that sadness in its expressions.

My body, on the other hand, is the source of all of my problems. At twenty nine years old I have the curves of a ten year old boy. My ass is as flat as a plate of water. My legs have returned to their boney state too. And I'm a charter member of the itty bitty titty committee. My boobs have simply never grown. I have no hips either. When I was growing up, I couldn't hula hoop to save my ass. There simply wasn't enough curvature to keep the hoop up.

After a couple of minutes I see the guy raise his hand and wave at a couple of girls at a table in the back. They get up giggling and come over to the bar to get him. I wonder what the fuck is going on with that. I've seen those women in here a few times. Shit, we've had to practically hose them off a couple of times when they got worked up. 

They just don't seem like the type to go both ways. I have seen some lesbian couples that occasionally bring a man in for variety. And lots of couples bring in a man to get one of them pregnant if they want a child and can't afford any of the typical medical methods.

But those two just didn't seem like the type to bring in a man for anything. The taller one of them linked her arm through his and hugged him. She seemed to be a little tipsy already. The shorter, chunkier one of the pair seemed to be a little more standoffish but she linked her arm through his open one and completed their lesbo/hetero sandwich. They dragged him off to their table as I continued to watch out of sheer curiosity.

He seemed to be a pretty decent looking guy although I hadn't seen his face directly yet. He seemed to be a little nervous about being where he was. Perhaps it was the fact that most of the women in the place were staring at him. Some of them did it on the sly, while others just glared at him openly.

If he'd been expecting the welcome wagon, then he was definitely in the wrong place. Then I saw one of the girls wave her arm. It was too early for any of the waitresses to be on duty, so out of pure curiosity, I went over to their table. Normally I'd have simply waited until one of them came up to the bar to order their drinks but I was dying to find out exactly what the fuck was going on here.

Did this guy even know that he had a less than zero chance of scoring with one of those two? Maybe he was related to one of them. Maybe he was doing that whole, "I love you and will accept your lifestyle to keep you in my life," thing. Either way, I was as I said, dying to find out. Besides it was a slow night and I needed to do something to A) take my mind off of my problems and B) stimulate my brain to keep me from falling asleep.

I sauntered over to their table, as much as a woman with almost no ass can saunter. Then he turned around and those soft brown eyes bore into mine even as he started to speak. Suddenly it was as if I was falling down a long dark tunnel with no hope of saving myself or escaping. The past two years melted away as if they were nothing and all of the pain came rushing back as if no time had passed. All of those months spent in therapy had been wasted. It was like I'd been wounded and didn't get stitched up. I had simply placed a band aid over the top of my gaping wound and it had developed the thinnest possible scab over the wound. Seeing him was like ripping that band aid off and pulling the scab off completely. The gaping, still bleeding hole was exposed all over again and hurt just as much. I don't remember hearing what he actually ordered, but I knew what to bring him anyway.

He recognized me at the same time and his discomfort at being in the lesbian bar tripled. His face never moved except for the tiniest downward tilt in the corners of his mouth. His eyes also barely changed except for a slightly harder expression. The casual observer probably would have missed those tiny changes but to me they as obvious as the fact that he simply didn't belong here.

I turned and walked back to the bar, so flustered by seeing him that I forgot to even ask if the two women wanted anything. As I busied myself looking in the bar's cavernous refrigerator for his beer of choice, my heart started to flutter. I prayed for my sanity at first, because I realized then that none of it mattered. The years of therapy, the long periods of loneliness, none of it mattered. It was as if seeing him after all of this time gave me the chance to rectify the mistakes of the past and make my life the way it should have been.

It was as if I'd been exiled from existence for the past two years and now after serving my time in purgatory, I was being "Recalled to life."

Fate was giving me another chance, I thought as I picked up the coldest bottle of Dos Equis Amber I could find. This was no act of random chance. The forces of the universe had all aligned to give me another chance. Out of all the gin joints in all the world, he had to walk into mine.

As I looked across the slowly filling room, I knew that this might be my only opportunity to talk to him. Fortune favors the bold so I decided to go for it. After all what did I have to lose?

I went back to his table, beer in hand and as I handed it to him I whispered to him. "Rick, you're wasting your time. You're not going to get any pussy from either of these women. They're lesbians, but I on the other hand will willingly give you anything you want."

I went back to my post at the bar before he could answer. I felt his eyes stab their way into my back as I promenaded back to the bar. I wondered what would happen next. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him, watching me. And as I did this, I thought back on the events of the past that had brought us here.

I'd grown up in a small town, a happy and normal girl, until puberty hit that is. It seemed to hit everyone else around me, but for some reason it just glanced off of me. While all of the other girls were developing rounded hips and breasts, I just continued to shoot straight up like a fucking bean pole.

Even in terms of height though, I was short-changed. I topped out at five foot five. That was an average height for women of my day. All through high school, while others experimented, I just continued to do the things I always did. I had no interest in drugs or sex. The drug thing was probably due to the fact that my parents had instilled in me at a very early age the knowledge that drugs were bad. As far as the sex thing goes; I simply had no interest. In fact, at the age of sixteen, I was still more interested in collecting Barbie dolls than boys.

Four years later in college at the age of twenty; very late to say the least, my hormones kicked in with a vengeance and I started wearing out vibrators. I started putting on makeup and trying to make myself look better. It wasn't very hard because as I've said, I'm relatively pretty and also thin. But somehow it took me almost a year to lose my virginity.

There I was, twenty one years old and a budding pincushion wannabe. The problem was that there weren't a lot of guys who wanted to pin the cushion. I did hang out at parties and found the occasional drunk who'd give me what I wanted. But I noticed right away that for all the talk about how great sex was, it just wasn't great for me.

During that same time, just from me hanging out at parties, I was meeting people. One of the people I met was a person that I'd already known. There was a family from my home town, the Ens family.

They only lived a mile away from me. I'd known him and his sisters and brothers since I was able to walk. The funny thing was that I'd never really taken a serious look at him. He was the youngest of the Ens kids. Strangely enough, we'd gone through school together and had probably gotten to the college at about the same time but we'd never spoken to each other.

His family had a tradition of naming male children after their paternal grandfather who'd been among the first settlers of our town.

Charles Ens or Charlie Ens as they called him had been the first to do everything in our town. He was the first settler. He ran the first business. He bought the first gun. He had the first farm. He built the first church and the first schoolhouse. Charlie Ens was a legend among the Swedes who settled our area.

My Charlie like most of the men in his family was called by his middle name. Some people called them by both their first and middle names to differentiate them. His cousin was Charles Robert Ens and was called Charlie Rob. His name was Charles Richard Ens the third, so everyone called him Charles Richard and his friends called him Charles Dick Ens.

I just called him Rick and from our first meeting I knew that there was something different. I guess I'd grown out of my desperate for sex phase that I'd started at age twenty and was looking for something more. There were a lot of guys that I was casually acquainted with. There were more than a few who I had sex with from time to time on the down low. But there had never been an actual relationship. Trust me; it wasn't that I hadn't tried. I'd gone from subtle hints like telling a guy that I really liked him, to flat out telling them after sex that if they were my boyfriend they could fuck me whenever they wanted. I just had no takers.

On a college campus where even some of the fat girls had boyfriends, no one wanted to be mine. That is until Rick came along. From the very beginning, I was attracted to him and the feeling seemed to be mutual. Being with him was very freeing. I felt no fear at all. I mean there were two things that put danger in meeting a man for a woman. Either he might kill me, or he wanted to fuck me. I could tell by looking into his eyes that he would never hurt me. And I wanted to fuck him at least as bad as he wanted me. He'd brought back that sexperation that I'd thought was gone.

The only thing keeping us from getting horizontal was him. We met at a party. We sat there on the couch for hours just talking as people came and left. After the first hour or so, I wondered when he'd make his move. I did have kind of a reputation at those parties. When he finally pounced, I was frustrated and flabbergasted, but intrigued all the same.

He'd asked me for a date. It shocked the shit out of me. He actually wanted to spend time getting to know me. The next evening we met and went out to eat. After dinner we went for a walk along the lake. It was wonderful. I was sure he'd fuck me after that. He'd spent money on me and spent time with me. Shit, he had a right to something in my opinion. But he settled for holding my hand. After a few dates, I was becoming desperate. But at the same time I wasn't calling anyone else. As a matter of fact, a couple of my usual buddies had called me and I'd turned them down.

When it finally did happen, it was amazing. I'd shown up at his apartment, to ask if we could go out. He smiled and nodded his head. The problem was that neither of us had a car and it was snowing outside. We decided to stay in and order a pizza. We watched a movie on cable that neither of us had seen before. It was a scary movie and though I didn't like those movies, there was no place I wanted to be more. He held my hand during the scary parts. After a while, I found myself wanting there to be more of them. As it got colder and later he pulled out a blanket and we snuggled on his couch.

The snuggling made me feel so warm and so good I couldn't believe it. He started kissing me and we forgot about the movie. It was incredible just trading kisses; long, wet, gentle kisses without any ulterior motive. Most of the guys I'd been with had simply gone for the gold right away and didn't bother kissing me or anything like that. What I'd done was simply physical sex with no emotional attachments. There was nothing wrong with it. It was just healthy young people taking care of a biological imperative. But this was something else entirely.

I was tingling all over and I couldn't help myself. We were naked within minutes and he was still kissing me. He surprised me even more then. When he started licking my pussy it was almost like my head came off. No one had ever done that before. He was so gentle and I could tell that it was important to him that I enjoy what we were doing. I suddenly understood that for some reason I mattered to him.

I pulled his head up and started kissing him again. I pulled him on top of me and grabbed his dick. My pussy was so wet I had no trouble fitting the head of his member inside of me. He pushed and I pushed back at him until my pubic bones were touching his and his balls rested against my ass. Then we started fucking in earnest. I just lost control. I wanted to give him anything and everything I had. I wanted to try to make us one being. All of a sudden it all made sense. There was no need for words or anything. I knew then that I loved him.

From that moment on I never went back to the dorms. Unless one of us or both of us were in class or at work, we were never apart and so began my life with Rick. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...you get the picture. Anyway, I was madly in love with him. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him. We graduated, got jobs and eventually got married. We didn't have to move in together because from that first night that we'd made love we never slept apart again.

Like most young couples we had a bunch of friends that we hung out with and socialized with. And I guess that was part of my problem, both before we got married and afterward. Rick had this gang of friends that he was very close with. I could tell that these were the kind of friends he could hold onto for a lifetime. I could see them hanging out and playing their video games and sports now and later on in life they'd play cards or golf together. I was glad that he had friends. But they didn't like me.

Early on it was more a case where they just nodded and smiled. After a few dates, they'd begun to ask him why he was spending so much time with me. When they discovered that we hadn't slept together and we were actually dating, they began to question his sanity. They also pointed out my deficiencies and other girls who were better endowed that were available and who according to their girlfriends liked him.

They had several colorful ways of describing me. They often told him that my body looked the same going or coming. Or they asked him how he could tell if he was stroking my back or my front in the dark. But Rick silenced them all by telling them that not only did he love me, but he loved all of me, just the way I was.

I remember almost bursting when he told them that. If I'd loved him before it became near worship after that. The good thing about it was that his friends accepted his choice and left me alone after that. Sure there was the occasional suggestion when one of the other girls they knew broke off a relationship, but for the most part we were left alone.

Rick surrounded me in love. He never just fucked me, it was always special. When we were together, I felt like I was the luckiest girl on the planet. My favorite time of the day was always when we went to bed and he wrapped his arms around me before we fell asleep. He always seemed to end up with one hand on my tummy or my pussy and the other on one of my breasts.

"Rick, Honey, there's nothing there to grab," I'd say. He'd smile and lick my tiny tit until the nipple got harder than a diamond and stood up. He always made my nipples so hard that they were about to squirt milk at a bullet-like velocity.

"Two things," he said. "First, if there's nothing there what's this?" Then he'd either tweak my nipples again or just thump one of them. My breasts weren't anywhere near large but my nipples did stand up and they were as sensitive as hell. Rick could sometimes make me cum just by sucking on them.

"What's the second thing?" I asked with my voice choked up with lust.

"Whatever is there...is mine. And I like them," he said seriously. He would have me all worked up and just turn and walk away. Then he'd have me right where he wanted me. He'd have me so worked up by sucking on them that I would do anything he wanted just to get off.

"Rick do ya wanna?" I'd asked whining.

"Nope," he'd say. "I'm pissed at you."

"I'll do anything..." I'd say. "...Anything you want." We both knew that I would anyway but it was part of the game. The first time we'd gone through that had been the most shocking. He looked at me with a crazy expression on his face. I thought he was going to make me let him fuck my ass or something. I wasn't prepared for what he did to me.

"Repeat after me," he said seriously.

"I like my body," he said.

"I...like...my...body?" I repeated, without conviction.

"Rick loves my body," he said firmly.

"Rick...loves MY body?" I parroted.

"When you're fifty and all of the women you're jealous of are fat, you'll appreciate your body," he said, taking me in his arms and starting to undress me.




A Tale of Two...Titties?



"Do I have to repeat all of that or can we just Fuuuuuugggghhh!" I screamed out the last syllable as his mouth clamped onto my nipple and his fingers gently rubbed my exposed clit. Rick knew exactly what I liked and he didn't mind doing it at any time of the day or night.

As the years went on and we settled into our careers, it became obvious that we'd always be comfortable but we were never going to be Bill and Melinda Gates. We were solidly in the middle of the middle class. We never had to struggle to put food on the table and we always paid our bills on time, but there were few extras and we didn't have a lot in the bank.

It was a sudden windfall that both thrilled us and lead to the destruction of our idyllic life. We often stopped for coffee at a Seven Eleven on our way to our jobs. It was on the road that just before Rick turned left to go north and I turned right to go south. We always bought the same thing every day for breakfast. Rick got black coffee and a cinnamon roll; I got an espresso and a bagel. On one particular morning though, Rick bought a lottery ticket. He didn't understand why he'd done it. Both of us laughed at the people who wasted good money for those things every day. I actually think he did it to be an asshole. He'd just pointed out the futility of the people we saw buying them day in day out and never winning.

I often told Rick that they were mostly paying for the dream, not the ticket itself. They'd spend the whole day thinking and dreaming of what they'd do with the money if they won. Rick pointed out that over time if they saved the money or invested it they'd have even more money and probably still be able to get whatever it was they'd dreamed of. So I really believe that he was just being an asshole or making fun of them when he bought the ticket.

The funny thing about it was that it wasn't even a ticket for the Giga Millions or whatever the big retardedly giant lottery was. It was just our local state lottery and it had been previously won the week before so the prize was a paltry hundred thousand dollars. We didn't even react when he saw it on the news the next day. It was a couple of days later when we heard that the winning prize hadn't been claimed. We just shrugged our shoulders and declared that the person who won it had to be stupid or something. A few days after that we found out that the ticket had been purchased from our Seven Eleven and we began to wonder which of the morons that bought tickets there had hit.

We hit upon a brilliant strategy to determine which one of the morons it was. We'd watch them to see who among them had stopped buying tickets. We then noticed that they were all still clinging to the dream of someday winning so we decided that it had to be someone who bought their tickets at a different time of the day. They had those winning numbers posted in the store as if it was a badge of honor. Rick was cleaning out his car and throwing away the old receipts and junk he had in there when he noticed his ticket that he'd thrown away in his ashtray as soon as he'd bought it.

When I looked at it with him, the numbers seemed familiar. We'd been about to throw the ticket away with the rest of his in-car debris when we noticed that he had all of the numbers. We looked at each other and started screaming. We screamed for only one second before we got paranoid and started to look around. Anyone of the people around us would probably kill us for the ticket. Rick wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. The bastard actually stuck his hand under my skirt and rubbed my pussy.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked him pulling my skirt back down. I have to admit that I was pissed but more intrigued by it.

"Obviously doing that brings me good luck," he said. "I rubbed your pussy the morning I bought the ticket too, remember." I started laughing.

"Rick, you're always rubbing on me," I smirked. "But don't worry I like it."

That evening on his way home from work, Rick stopped by the state lottery headquarters. He had his picture taken as a winner, but they didn't make a lot of hullaballoo over it because it really wasn't that big of a prize.

When we got home Rick revealed to me that after taxes we had sixty grand. "How much money do you want?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Lucie, there isn't enough money here to really impact our lives," he began. We can't quit our jobs or buy a bigger house or any of that shit with this amount. So we're going to save some for a rainy day. But I think that we should each buy one thing, no matter how expensive that will make our lives better in some way. One little dream," he said. "I already know what I want, so how much money do you need for yours?"

"I already have mine dumbass," I snapped. "I have you. You make me happier than anything else in life ever has."

"Well think about it," he said. "And then just go out and get it."

Rick came home the next night with the biggest smile I'd seen on his face since the day I'd said yes to his marriage proposal. He'd bought a shiny glossy red 2009 Mustang GT. The car was loud and aggressive and it had always been his dream car. Me personally, I'd have gotten a convertible, but guys always want the hard top.

"Your turn," he said smiling. "I love you Lucie Manette. Do something to make yourself happy."

"My name is Lucie Ens," I told him. "I took your name when we got married. And there is just one little thing that I kind of want."

Actually, I'd been thinking about it for a long time. I didn't tell him what I was going to do. I just told him that I'd probably be gone over night and that I'd be different. "You're going to Paris to go shopping at all of those stupid stores you're always talking about, right?" he asked.

"Honey, as much as I'd love to. I can't go to Paris and shop and be back over night," I said. "Just let me surprise you. My dream is as much for you as it is for me. And I think you're going to like it."

I made my appointment that morning and went in for it on Thursday. I came home on Friday morning and from the second I got out of the cab I needed to pop pain killers. I told Rick that he'd have to take the cab back and bring my car home for me then I went to bed.

"Are you drunk Lucie?" he asked.

"Nope," I smiled. "I'm just in a lot of pain. I'm trying to wean myself off of the pain killers. The scars should fade in a few weeks."

"What scars?" he asked.

"Honey, just go get my car. We'll talk when you get back," I said. I had on a bulky coat that disguised my figure so he couldn't tell.

When he got back, he was so concerned that I had to tell him. "Rick, sit down Honey," I said. He sat right where I told him to and looked at me. He was afraid for me and then I didn't think it was a big deal but I realize now that his concern was warranted.

While he'd been gone I'd put on a loose bathrobe, but to tell you the truth I intended to take it off as soon as possible. He looked at me strangely and I think that even before I took off the robe he knew. When the robe came off, he could see that I'd had my breasts enhanced. And I hadn't just gone up a cup size. I had genuine almost stripper sized DD boobs. When they were revealed he went through a lot of different facial expressions. I'd expected him to say,"Whoah," or "Shit." But what he actually said was, "Why?"

His face was a mask of concern. I realized then that I had severely underestimated the depth of Rick's love for me. He was concerned about everything. He wanted to know about the health risks. He wanted to know about possible rejection of the foreign tissue. He wanted to know about infections and complications and whether or not the implants would irritate the muscles and tissues they touched. Would they freeze in the winter? He asked me hundreds of questions and he never even really looked at them. His eyes never left mine.

Then he went back and asked me his first question that I'd never answered. He wanted to know why I'd done it. We sat down at the table and talked about it. I tried to explain to him that for most of my adult life, I'd had body image issues. I'd never been proud of my body. I'd never been comfortable in my own skin. It's the same type of thing that makes some people choose sexual reassignment surgery. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"And then there's you," I said.

"I've never wanted you to have casaba melons on your chest," he said.

"No Honey you haven't," I explained. "But I want you to be proud to walk down the street with me."

"I always have been," he said.

"It's different Rick," I told him. "You're proud of me because you love me. It's the same reason that you drove and took care of that old Toyota for so many years. It was dependable transportation and we didn't have a choice. But as soon as we could afford it, you bought that Mustang and you actually love that car and you're proud to drive it. I've noticed that you actually volunteer to drive when you go places with your friends now and you never did before." He nodded.

"Well, Rick, I'm yours too and I want you to be proud to walk around with me. I want to be the human female version of your car. Instead of farting around in a crummy old Toyota, you're jetting around in a Mustang. So instead of farting around with that woman who's built like a boy, I want you to be the guy who's married to that woman with the big tits. I want all of your friends and everyone we meet to be jealous of what you get to play with every night."

At first, after the pain and the redness went away, not much was different. People who'd known me for a long time were, of course, shocked. But I started to realize that everyone who saw me, looked at me. Whereas before I'd been almost invisible, everyone saw me now. In some cases though, they saw me the wrong way.

People I'd worked with for years that I thought respected my intelligence suddenly started treating me like I was stupid. Apparently big tits and brains don't go together. And men who never paid me any attention suddenly treated me nicer than they ever had before.

I, of course, started buying completely different clothing to show them off. It started to become harder to buy clothing too. In a lot of cases if I was buying a suit, I had to have the skirt or pants and the top in completely different sizes. There was also the problem that my legs were still skinny and my ass was nonexistent but I was pretty big upstairs.

I loved the effect I had on some men. I liked watching them walk or run into walls when they got distracted looking at my boobs. I especially got a kick out of seeing Rick's old friends re-evaluate me when we had our usual cookouts or parties. Now the guys all wanted to look at me or talk to me and the women treated me like I was the enemy.

I didn't notice it at first but things had changed between Rick and me as well. If I'd been more attentive to the way the person who loved me the most reacted, the whole fiasco might've been avoided. We still made love far more often than the average couple, but our sleeping positions though not really changed had been altered. We still slept spooned together with his arms around me but now his hands were usually on my tummy or my pussy. At first I thought it was because he thought my boobs were still sore, but even weeks after the surgery he hadn't as much as touched them.

When we made love it was still awesome. He had the ability to turn me into a quivering pool of jelly, but he no longer touched or licked my breasts. I again thought it was because he didn't want to hurt me, but thinking back on it, I can see that I was wrong.

It was about a month after the surgery that it started to happen. One of the guys at my job followed me into the supply room and locked the door behind us.

Bart was known all over the building as a pussy hound, but he had never paid me any attention. "I'm tired of you teasing me," he said. Without even asking for permission he just reached up and squeezed my boobs. I was so shocked that I didn't do anything. I just stood there with my mouth open.

"I'd do anything for a chance to see them," he said and quickly left. I stood there with my mouth still open not knowing how to react. I did smile afterward because it hadn't felt like a violation. In fact, I thought that it was kind of a compliment. A grown man was so turned on by me that he couldn't resist himself. After spending most of my life being ignored, the surgery had turned me into some kind of sex goddess.

A part of me recognized that what he'd done had been wrong, but another part of me was turned on by it. Not by the possibility of having sex with him, I'd never do that. But by the thrill of knowing that men wanted me. Really, it didn't hurt anyone. His wife would never find out and neither would Rick. Besides, all he'd done was to squeeze my boobs and they really weren't part of me. They were only plastic sacks of saline that had been inserted under my skin. If that turned him on, who was I to complain? It also increased my self-confidence and my body image so it couldn't have been that bad.

I'm not a stupid woman so I knew that it had been wrong. But that one little gray area went so far towards balancing out all of the people who'd ignored me or made nasty cracks about me over the years that I felt I was due some payback.

My fall didn't come from one huge screw up. Bart was a master of this type of thing. He took me in a series of ever escalating small steps. After the first time in the supply room, he started to invite me out to lunches with a group of his friends who ate together. In all of the years that I'd worked there, I'd never been invited before, not once. It made me feel special.

The second step was that whenever I went into the supply closet or the stairs to go upstairs or downstairs, Bart was always there. And his squeezing and fondling kept escalating. After a few days, we'd gotten to the point where he had me believing that he worshiped my breasts. As soon as we were alone, he not only felt them up but opened my blouse or shirt to lick and suck on them. As I've mentioned before, my nipples are kind of sensitive. So before too long he had his hand in my panties too.

The first few times he did it I objected very strongly but over time my objections got weaker and weaker and as I've mentioned before it pumped up my sense of power and it wasn't hurting Rick. But after a week or so, we were caught. Another guy on the staff came into the supply room while Bart was sucking my tits. The new guy acted shocked at first but the next time I went into the room for staples, he showed up and promised me that if I'd let him do what Bart had done, he wouldn't tell anyone what he'd seen. I had to grudgingly go along with it. I needed my job and there was also the fact that if I got fired, Rick would find out about it.

Before I knew it though, it seemed like most of the guys on the staff were regularly feeling or sucking my tits. Bart had still been escalating his needs and had been begging me for weeks to give him a blow job. I refused every time. I told him that the only guy I'd ever done that for was my husband and that was the way it would always be.

Bart had been fingering my pussy though for a long time and he'd gotten to the point where he knew the exact combination of sucking my breasts and rubbing my clit to get me off. He took me to the back stairwell supposedly so we could go to the restaurant for lunch and pulled me into another supply closet on the lower floor. He was sucking my nipples so hard I thought I would cum right there and fingering me furiously. Before I knew it he'd put something in me other than his finger. I was too far gone to stop him and in fact when he noticed the recognition in my eyes he asked me if I wanted him to stop.

"No damn you," I spat. "But this is the last time you ever touch me." I guess I realized then what I'd become. Over a series of tiny steps, he'd turned me from a faithful wife into a slut. I'm not stupid, I also finally realized that the other guys had all been friends of his and it hadn't been by accident that they'd caught us. I could see that if I hadn't awakened when I did, within a few weeks I'd have just become their whore. They'd be running trains on me after work and I'd just be another woman with a bad reputation around the office.

I was so close to my climax that I didn't even react as he started to shoot his sperm deep inside me. Feeling him shoot off in me started my own orgasm just as the door opened and the light came on. I looked into the eyes of our boss, who quickly closed the door and left. "Sorry," he'd muttered.

I slapped Bart across the face. "Don't you ever speak to me again," I spat. "Don't talk to me. Don't touch me and don't ever come near me again."

"You can get as angry as you want to," he smiled at me. "I already fucked you. And seriously...It wasn't that good. Except for those giant titties, you ain't shit. I'll find someone better. There are always lots of sluts around. Who knows, maybe I'll clue your husband in so he can find out what kind of woman he married."

"And I'll let your wife know what kind of man she's with," I hissed. He just nodded his head and left the room laughing.

Over the next few days, I avoided going to the supply room and no longer went out to lunch with the group. Several of the men did try dropping hints but I just didn't speak to them anymore. I ate lunch at my desk alone and talked to Rick on the phone during my lunch hour.

I also sank into a depression over what I'd done. I hadn't thought that my behavior had changed over the two or three months since the surgery but thinking about all of the things I'd done, I realized that it had.

That night at home, I got the first of the three blows that destroyed me. I wanted to make it up to Rick without ever letting him find out what I'd done. I'd thought about my behavior intensely over those few days since the last time with Bart and realized that I had seriously cheated on the man I loved. I wasn't talking about just letting Bart fuck me. All of the times I'd let guys fondle or suck my breasts, I'd been cheating too. I wondered how stupid I had to be to let that happen when I had a man at home who loved me so much. I felt like a fool. And I was a bigger fool than I realized.

Any way when I got home that night I put on my sexiest lingerie and waited for Rick. When he got home I pounced on him.

"Guess what I want to do," I purred.

"I can't figure it out," he smiled rubbing my ass. I noticed right away that I'd positioned myself so that his hands were near my breasts but he'd skipped over them and grabbed my nearly non-existent ass instead. He flipped me over and started nibbling my ass and licking it. I rubbed my own nipples and wondered why he didn't. He always had before.

"Rick," I said, my voice thick and husky. "Get up here. We can't make a baby with you licking my ass as good as it feels. And I want to get pregnant now." He suddenly stopped what he was doing and sat up. He moved away from me and looked at the floor.

"Rick, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "You tell me."

"What do you mean Honey?" I asked. I was sure that he had heard something. I thought that maybe Bart had gone ahead with his threat and told him but it was worse. He went over to the dresser and reached into my drawer. He pulled out my supply of birth control pills.

"Ten weeks ago, just after your surgery, you told me you were going off of these so we could have this baby you're bringing up." he said. "When was the last time you took one?"

I didn't say anything. "It was yesterday," he said. He snapped one of the pills out of the container and handed it to me. "You forgot today," he said, handing me the pill. I know it was only my imagination but the pill was so hot it almost burned through my hand.




A Tale of Two...Titties?



"But Rick," I whined.

"At first when I noticed it three weeks ago, I thought that you'd maybe changed your mind and decided that maybe we should wait awhile longer. As much as I wanted us to start our family, it's your body. I figured that you'd say something sooner or later. But this game you're playing is just hurtful Lucie." He put his clothes on and left. I started crying as soon as he walked out. I heard the sound of his car start up and drive away. It was as if God had reached into my chest and pulled my heart out. 

I began then to realize what I'd started and even though I had never intended for it to go as far as it did, I had put my marriage in jeopardy. I also realized what a fool I'd been. The sex I'd had with Bart had been nowhere near as good as what I got every night from Rick. Bart and the others treated me like an object. Even when Bart was fucking me, all he cared about was getting himself off.

And when he was done, he'd acted like and actually said that it wasn't very good. All those guys cared about was their own dicks. Not one of them even knew me. When they looked at me they never saw ME. All they saw was two titties. Once they got their hands on them or their dicks in me, I didn't matter anymore.

For my whole life all I'd ever wanted was to have someone who loved me as much as Rick does. I wanted us to have a family and a nice house. That was all I wanted. When Rick asked me about getting pregnant six weeks ago, I'd been overjoyed. But I think that on some level I knew that Bart or one of those guys might fuck me and I wanted to make sure that I didn't get pregnant. I also had to admit that on some level maybe I'd been expecting or even wanting it to happen. I knew it sounded bad but maybe just once or twice in my life I wanted to have that same power over men that most women had gotten used to during their teenaged years. What I didn't want was to sacrifice my marriage and my happiness for what amounted to a stupid fling. It wasn't even a fling there were no emotions involved on either side. It was only sex.

I know it sounded stupid even when I thought about it. Only sex...I thought of it as if it meant nothing...it was less than nothing in fact. At least to me it was less than nothing. I could care less if I ever saw Bart again. But in a very real way, I'd made the most important decision in my life because that less than nothing little incident in the supply room could end my marriage to a man that I adored.

At that moment Rick didn't know anything, I was sure of it. I had to do something to fix it. When Rick came home it had gotten dark and I was watching TV.

"I made your favorites," I said as he closed the door. "I'll warm up a plate for you."

"I had Burger King," he said quietly. I could tell that something was still wrong with us.

"Rick, can we talk?" I asked. He just sat down and looked at me.

"I love you," I began. He rolled his eyes as if he didn't believe a word I was saying. That made me want to cry even more but I knew I had to keep it together.

"Rick, I guess I was just not sure at first about having a baby, but..." he cut me off before I could finish my thought.

"Lucie, you were the one who brought it up," he said. "I'd never try to force you into anything and you know that. But don't worry about it. It's over now." He stood up and got ready to leave the room.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What does it's over now mean. Do you mean the misunderstanding is over?" He nodded his head and walked away.

We didn't have sex of any kind that night. He barely touched me and I needed him to. I needed him more than ever and for a lot of reasons. The first was probably that after being used and then insulted by Bart, I really needed to know that someone loved me. I needed to know that I was special for something other than the tits. I also needed to know that the argument we were having was over and he'd forgiven me. But I was also feeling guilty as hell. There was the added problem that I really did want to have a baby with him more than anything. I'd been just trying to be safe. But I was never going to cheat again. My mom had been bugging me for months about grandkids. That had been part of why I'd started the whole baby discussion. I really wanted to see a small mixture of Rick and me running around our house.

So when we got into bed and he pulled the covers over himself and tried to go to sleep I looked at him strangely. "Are you tired or just playing hard to get?" I asked. He just shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. I wasn't about to let him off that easily.

"Rick, you and I have something to do," I said pulling the covers from his body. He just looked at me and then went to the closet. He pulled a bag out of his jacket pocket and started to open a new pack of condoms. Fear gripped my heart. I started to wonder exactly how much he knew.

"I thought we were trying for a baby," I said. "We can't get pregnant using condoms unless there's an accident."

"We can't get pregnant until you've been off the pill for more than one night either," he snapped. "But I'm not sure I'm ready for a family any more. Maybe it's not the right time after all. Maybe we should just..."

"Maybe we should just what?" I asked. I was pissed now. He didn't say anything for a few moments.

"Maybe we should just take some time and figure out what we both want," he said. His implication was that we didn't want the same things anymore so maybe we didn't belong together anymore.

"Rick, don't you want to have a baby with me?" I asked point blank.

"Six weeks ago it was the thing I wanted more than anything in the world," he said. "But finding those pills made me think about a lot of things. Maybe we're not ready. Maybe we should..." He hesitated. "One night without having sex won't kill us," he said and rolled back over. I was more hurt than I'd ever been in my life.

Rick and I usually did something sexual most nights. It wasn't always full on intercourse. Sometimes we just massaged and rubbed each other. Some nights were oral only, but we never went more than a night or two without me having him inside of me. I knew it wouldn't last for very long but it hurt me just the same. I think what made it the most notable was that even when we were angry at each other we always ended up spooned against each other. It was our bodies' way of telling each other that although we were angry at each other, we still belonged together.

Not that night. He moved over as far away from me as he could and every time I rolled towards him he moved further away until he fell out of the bed and then just muttered, "Bathroom." He got off the floor and left the room. I'd thought that he was heading for the bathroom but he never came back.

When I awoke in the morning he was asleep on the couch. It was the first time since we'd been married that we hadn't slept together except for the one night while I was in the hospital following my surgery. It was the loneliest night of my life. As I prepared for work he didn't get up so I woke him.

"Rick, why didn't you come to bed last night?" I asked.

"There didn't seem to be enough room," he said. I wanted to cry.

"So are we going to Seven Eleven?" I asked. "I'm buying."

"I think I'll pass," he said.

"I love you Rick," I said. "No matter what else happens or whatever misunderstandings we have, always remember that." Then I left so he wouldn't see my tears. The only thing that kept running through my brain was the fact that if my marriage did end it was my own fault. I loved Rick more than anything and I'd taken him for granted. I had simply assumed that I'd never get caught and that if I did it wouldn't be a big deal. I knew lots of couples where one partner had an affair and they stayed together.

I realized during that drive that staying together might not even be the problem. My relationship with Rick had always been very strong. We had never actually argued. We'd had little tiffs from time to time but nothing ever like this and he didn't even know what I'd done yet. My marriage was on life support because I'd been too stupid to hide my birth control pills. No, that wasn't right, my marriage was in trouble because I needed to go out and show men other than my husband, my new titties.

I was sure that we'd have a rough patch but that we'd get over it. I said it took three blows to fuck up my life. When I got to work I got the second. My boss called me into his office. I'd never been in his office before. I'd never been in trouble.

My boss was the kindest easiest going man I'd ever known. An example of that was the fact that on the previous day when he'd walked in and seen Bart fucking me, he'd backed out and closed the door and had never mentioned it.

As I walked into his office he was going over some papers. "Close the door Lucie," he said quietly.

As soon as I closed the door I had a feeling of dread. The only time his door was closed was if the owners came in or if someone was getting fired or written up.

He looked up from his papers and looked at me. I knew that I was in trouble. "Lucie, yesterday," he began. "I was checking the second floor supply and found it was occupied." I nodded my head.

"Two people who were married to other people were using the room for sex," he continued. "My first thought was that I was embarrassed. Then I got angry because both of you should know better. I thought about firing both of you and putting it in your permanent records so future employers would see it if they asked for your employment records or called to ask about your time with us. Your spouses would also see the information if they tried to find out why you were terminated." I was in shock, my nightmare was coming true.

"Then I thought about it more and I had a WWJD moment," he said. "What would Jesus do? I decided to live and let live. After all you were both consenting adults, right?" I nodded.

"Bart didn't force you into the room, right," he said. I shook my head. "I need you to say it," he said indicating a small tape recorder.

"Why are you taping this?" I asked.

"Just in case you decide to try to sue us for sexual harassment against Bart later," he said. "I'm thinking about not firing you."

"Not firing me would be good," I smiled. I then did something that I would never have done in the old days. I leaned forward so my breasts showed more. I was sure he could see them almost entirely.

"That brings me to the decision making process," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, Bart is a hell of a salesman," he said. "I need his numbers to keep our sales up. That's why I'm not firing him. Why should I not fire you?"

I was shocked. I was a clerk. Clerks are a dime a dozen. Shit, clerks are a nickel a gross. "I might be tempted to keep you around if you were to give me some of what Bart got," he said.

"Mr. Stevens, I'm sorry but I'm not going to ever do that again," I said. "Yesterday was the first time that I ever did that and it was the last. So if you need to fire me, go ahead."

"That isn't what I've heard," he snapped. "I've heard that half of my male staffers have played with your new breasts." I noticed that the recorder was off then.

"That is true," I said. "But Bart was the only one that things got out of hand with. Once yesterday happened, I realized that I was out of control so I made the decision to stop. I never should have started in the first place. I love my husband Mr. Stevens. I'd never do anything to hurt him. I just never considered it before yesterday."

"So you quit before I got my turn. That isn't fair," he whined. "I didn't want to have sex with you. Who knows what you have down there. Bart has slept with so many women I wouldn't want to stick any part of my anatomy into you. I just wanted my chance at those titties too. I guess I'll tell you later what my decision is."

"So that's what Jesus would do?" I asked.

"Oh hell yes," he said quickly. "Jesus, while here on earth was a MAN. He'd be after them titties too."

Again I noticed that he didn't want to fuck me. He thought that I was some diseased slut. He just wanted to play with my tits too. My husband seemed to be the only man I knew who wasn't mesmerized by them. It was ironic that the man who'd paid for them, the man I'd always imagined playing with them, the man I'd gotten them for, the man they belonged to, was the only man who didn't seem to want them.

As I walked slowly back to my desk I was torn. On one hand, I was personally proud of myself for turning him down. I'd stood up for my beliefs. On the other hand, if I got fired, Rick would find out and I might lose him. If you added this to our baby drama, my marriage might be over. I was still reeling from him bringing out the condoms the night before. I wondered exactly what he knew. Then saying he didn't want us to start a family, possibly not ever, really hurt. Because I got the idea that what he'd been hinting at was that maybe he didn't want to have a family with me.

I was thinking about it so hard that I couldn't get any work done. So, just before lunch when everyone else got up to go to lunch, I trudged my way back to Mr. Stevens' office. He looked up when I walked in and closed the door.

"I'll do it," I said sadly. "But only once." He started smiling and I walked over and sat down on his desk in front of him. He opened my blouse and just stared at my bra covered boobs. "Take off the blouse slut," he gushed. "Bend forward and shake those titties like a stripper." I did what he asked.

"Lose the bra," he said. Then he started mauling my breasts so hard that it hurt. I'd misjudged the little man. He grabbed one of my breasts and twisted it painfully then started licking and sucking my nipple. That same nipple popped out, not from arousal but from pain and stimulation.

"Damn those titties are big." he gushed just as the door opened. Everything from then on happened in slow motion.

Rick walked in carrying a big bouquet of flowers. "Lucie, I felt bad..." his voice trailed off and he looked at me and Stevens who was still squeezing the life out of my tit.

"I'd come to take you out to lunch to make up for the way we left things this morning," he said to me. Then he looked at Stevens who was so shocked that he was still holding my breast.

"I guess when you woke up this morning you never thought that by the end of the day you'd be fired, disgraced, divorced, have your ass beaten and have another mouth to feed, did you?" he asked.

"Oh please, no," said Stevens. "It's all her fault. I'm a good man. I go to church. I have a wife and kids."

"You can let go of her breast, now" said Rick calmly. He walked up to Stevens very slowly. He didn't even look at me.

Suddenly, he switched from slow and careful movements to full fury. His fist rocketed into Steven jaw so fast and so hard that Stevens was lifted off of his feet.

He landed in a heap and cowered away from Rick. I tried to grab Rick to keep him from hitting him again.

"If you know what's good for you Lucie, don't touch me," he said. "You should probably put your clothes on and try to beat me home so you'll have time to pack your stuff."

"It's not like we had sex or anything," whined Stevens. "I just felt on those titties. She's been parading around here showing them off to every man in the building for weeks. It's Bart you should be angry with. I never would have done this if I hadn't caught him fucking her yesterday. He fucked her, I only felt on her."

Rick's neck whipped towards me so fast that it didn't seem humanly possible. He turned back towards Stevens.

"Who is Bart," he began. "Forget it..." he said.

"Then he left," he started to walk out of the office.

"Where are you going?" asked both Stevens and me at the same time.

"I have to find a lawyer," he said. "Maybe I need two; one for the case against your company and the other for my divorce."

Both Stevens and I went into shock as Rick walked away. The flowers he'd bought me were still there on the floor.

"You're fired, bitch," he said to me, holding his jaw that was beginning to swell.

"Who cares," I said. "I have far more serious problems than this piddling fucking Mcjob. Good luck explaining this to your wife and the church."

"Do you think there's some way that you can stop that from happening?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said. "He's really pissed but Rick is nothing if not reasonable. And if there's anything I've ever been able to count on in life it's the fact that my husband loves me."

"Then you're not fired yet," he said. "And I apologize for calling you a bitch." I buttoned up my blouse.

"Where are you going?" he asked. "Aren't you going to work the rest of the day?" I noticed that even then, with his job and marriage hanging in the balance he was trying to look at my boobs.

When I got home, Rick wasn't there yet. I sat down to wait for him. I got a couple of cold beers out of the refrigerator when I heard him pull up.

"Why are you still here, Lucie?" he asked. "I thought I was clear."

"Why do I have to leave?" I asked. "This house belongs to both of us."

"I'm leaving," he said. "I just wanted the house until the weekend so I'd have time to get all of my stuff out. That way I won't ever have to come back. You can live here until the court decides what happens and who gets the house. More than likely we'll end of selling it and splitting the proceeds."

"I don't want to sell our house," I said with the first tears beginning to fall.

"You can always buy me out," he said.

"Rick, neither of us has that kind of money," I said. "And you know that even if you gave me a payment schedule I couldn't swing the mortgage payments and pay you. Plus there'd still be the rest of the bills. We need both of us to make this work."

He shrugged his shoulders. "The last thing I expected to do today was try to arrange my divorce," he said. "Even your fucking boss got more choice in this than I did. He chose to make a move on a married woman. You and he deserve all of the misery you can get. I was blindsided."

I nodded and wiped away my tears. He either didn't notice or didn't care. "Rick, I love you so much. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you..."

"Yeah..." he said. "Anything except decide not to fuck other guys."

"That's not how this happened," I snapped. "Can't we talk about this? After all the time we've been together, I can't believe you just want to bail on me now."

"Lucie, this isn't a case where talking will help," he said. "This is a case where you can talk until you're blue in the face and it's not going to make any difference. I probably won't get much packing done tonight anyway so if you give me your word that I can move my stuff tomorrow, I'll listen."

"I don't want you to just listen to me," I said. "I want us to talk the way we always have."

"That won't work anymore," he said.

"But why?" I asked.

"Because things are different now," he said. "We aren't the same two people. I've been sensing that something was wrong ever since I found out you were still on your pills. I thought that maybe you just didn't want to have kids with me. So I just decided that maybe I didn't want them either. But now at least I know why. So you've got what you always wanted. You're happy. I deserve a chance to be happy too, don't I?"

"What the fuck are you talking about Rick?" I said. "What don't I do to make you happy? What is it that you need that you can't get from me?"

"It's something I just discovered that I need," he said.

"I don't care," I said. "I'll give you anything I can. What is it?"

"A divorce," he said.

"Rick, look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me anymore," I said.

"I can't." he told me. "That's why this is so hard. I'll probably love you forever. But we can't be together anymore."




A Tale of Two...Titties?



"Rick, you've always been the safest driver I know. You obey every speed limit, stop sign and even the stupidest traffic laws. You've had the Mustang for barely over three months and you've been stopped four times for speeding and got two tickets. Our insurance premiums have gone up fifty percent since you got that car," I said.

"I had to get used to it," he said sheepishly. "It's a different mindset knowing that I can blow the doors off of most of the cars I pull up next to. And sometimes I have to defend the brand against the competition. You know Challengers, Chargers, Impalas and those damned pesky Camaros."

"Rick, for most of my life, no one paid me any attention," I said. "The only person who did was you. But all of a sudden every man I ran into was interested in me."

"And they can all have you, now," he said. "We'll have the papers signed by next week and we won't ever have to speak to each other again. You can have all of the men you want."

"Rick, listen to me," I said. "They aren't interested in me. It took me a while to realize it, but they don't give a shit about me. They're just interested in these titties. They drive men crazy. I guess just like you needed time to get used to your Mustang, I needed time to test drive these tits. I didn't get upset about your tickets, so..."

"My tickets didn't come between us," he snapped. "My tickets didn't break our marriage vows. I don't remember promising to love, honor, obey and keep it under 55 MPH. Lucie, you are the person I loved most in the world. I'm not even sure I'm going to be able to ever be happy without you in my life, but I'm going to give it a try. You and your titties can find all of the men you want."

"But I only want you," I screamed.

"You always had me," he said. "Until you betrayed me; Lucie, I loved you more than anything else in the world. I loved you just the way you were. Your chest or lack of one didn't mean shit to me. You were mine. You were the most precious thing I had. Nothing else mattered. Do you know how many times my friends tried to hook me up with someone else? I have never cheated on you, never thought about it. I've never even flirted with anyone. Look where it got me."

"Rick, can't you please forgive me?" I begged.

"I forgive you, Lucie," he said. And I could see that he meant it.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make this up to you, I swear," I said. "No man will ever touch me again."

"You can let as many men touch you as you want," he said. "We're not going to be together."

"But why?" I whined. "This isn't fair. You said you forgive me."

"I do Lucie," he said. "I guess deep down inside, I know that you didn't intend to hurt me. But I'm so angry right now that I can barely keep it in. At the same time, I feel like my heart is in my throat and I really don't want to give up what we had."

"Then don't Rick," I said. "I swear to you that none of those guys meant anything to me. You're the only man I've ever loved. We can make this work somehow."

"No Lucie, we can't," he said. "Can we at least do this like adults? Don't try to fight the divorce and it will be better and less painful for both of us. I guess we can sleep in the house together for one night since it's getting late, but please go away tomorrow and give me some time. I promise to be out as quickly as possible."

"Why can't I just stay here while you pack," I said.

"Because I'm trying to get over you Lucie," he snapped. "It's hard enough as it is. If you're here it'll only be worse. And if I break down and start crying it'll only give you more to laugh at."

"What are you talking about," I screamed. "I love you Rick, I have never laughed at you."

"You must've while you were with your other men," then he walked away. He spent the evening packing everything he saw that he wanted. He was dead serious about divorcing me. I could see when he looked at some of the items we'd picked up over the years that he was fighting back his tears, but he never cried. A couple of time when I walked into a room he asked if I wanted something. He was taking a lot of our pictures but I noticed that he didn't seem to want any pictures that I was in.

"I guess you don't want any pictures of me, huh?" I asked.

"Pictures of you before the surgery would make me cry," he said. "Pictures of you after the surgery would make me angry."

"Rick, why didn't you like my breasts?" I asked. "Before the surgery, when I was as flat as a board, you spent a lot of time lick and sucking on my hard flat chest. But you've never even felt my boobs accidentally since then. Do you have some kind of flat-chest fetish? If you do I wish you'd told me."

"I like titties as much as every other guy," he said. "But those things aren't really a part of you and I love you. I always will. You never needed those things for me. I married you long before you got them and wanted to make babies and spend my life with you. You didn't get those things for me. You didn't need them for me. So you must've got them for your other men. Let them enjoy them. I know this isn't what we planned. And I'm really sorry it has to be this way. But I really hope that you can be happy."

Then he got up and continued packing. A couple of hours later, I made dinner. He thanked me but declined to even sit down and eat with me. A little while after that I got ready for bed. I met him when he came out of the shower as naked as a jay bird from the waist down. I'd covered up my boobs because I didn't want to turn him off. Either he didn't notice or he didn't care.

"Rick, why do you have to leave?" I asked him. "I don't want you to go. I want us to fight for our marriage. I'm sorry I promised you I'd be civil about it, but fuck that. You aren't getting away from me without a fight."

"Lucie, you can't make a person stay married to you," he said. "All you'll do is make it so that we can't even talk to each other. You'll try to slow down the divorce or try to clean me out. I'll end up destroying your reputation and in the end we'll eventually still be apart. We'll just both be broke and we'll resent each other. It's not worth it."

I rubbed my bald pussy right in front of him. "Can we make love one more time, then?" I asked.

"I don't think so," he said. "I don't know who else you've been fucking or what they have. But if you can call one of your guys and go visit them, if you need to."

I bit my lip to keep from crying. "Rick, I was totally wrong, but I'm not a slut. I let a few men that I work with feel on my breasts. The breasts that you bought me but never touched. Only one man actually had sex with me and he only had me one time. That one time was a mistake and I knew it instantly. I have never sucked anyone's dick but yours. No one except you has ever fucked my ass. Since we met, one guy except for you has been in my pussy one time and neither he nor I enjoyed it. I'm not a slut. I just made one mistake and you want to throw away everything we have. I'll quit the job. I'll do anything."

I looked at him.

As I watched, a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. I suddenly realized that I had only been thinking about how much I wanted to stay with him. I had completely ignored the fact that he'd loved me for as long as I'd loved him and just as much. It was tearing him apart to leave me just as much as it was for him to leave. I stopped then. I left the room and let him go to sleep.

I went into the room where I kept our first aid kit. We had three or four rolls of medical gauze. I took all of them and wrapped my breasts as tightly as I could. I thought I should laugh but it was too serious. I'd heard of all kinds of women padding their bras to make their breasts look bigger, but I had to be the first to try to make mine smaller. When I was done, I stood in front of the mirror naked except for the bandages. Even bound as tightly as I could get them, I couldn't make them flat, they were simply too big.

I went down the hall into the living room and got onto the couch with my sleeping husband. I stuck my hand into his boxers and started to rub his dick gently. He slept like a rock usually. I took one of his condoms and put it on him as his dick rose. His eyes popped open. And he started to protest.

"Rick, just give me one last time," I begged. "Please, I'll never ask you for anything again. I swear it. This will be the last time I ever make love to a man so let me have this one thing. I put a condom on you. So you can't catch anything from me." He sighed and then he started to rub my sides. He looked into my eyes and it was all I could do not to cry.

He massaged and touched and kissed everything except for the parts that he would never touch. My nipples were so hard that I was sure they'd pop the wrappings. Rick might not have wanted my breasts, but they missed him and they wanted him.

I stopped thinking after that. Rick started kissing me and playing with my pussy. I remembered back to the way I'd felt in that supply room with Bart and there was no comparison. Rick was far better. I wonder why I hadn't thought about that then. Suddenly I realized that it had been the tits. Bart had stimulated my nipples the way Rick used to and wouldn't do anymore.

Suddenly, I forgot about conscious thought completely as I had my first orgasm on Rick's fingers. "No," I screamed. "I don't want to cum on your fingers. I want your..."

"I didn't get to pick what I wanted our last time to be either," he said. He got up then and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he was fully dressed. He kissed me one last time before he left. The last thing I remember hearing was that Mustang pulling off.

The next morning I went in to work and was told to go to Mr. Stevens' office. "How did you do?" he asked nervously.

"I didn't get to ask him about you," I said. "But I really don't give a fuck. I guess I'm fired huh?"

Before he could answer me, his secretary ran into the room. They spoke a few tense words and he ran out of the room. I followed him as he went into the owner's office. The owner was rarely even in the building, let alone his office. The door was open and I noticed Steven's sitting nervously and then he started crying. He got up and I saw Rick and a woman in the room. On Steven's way out he turned to look at me with nothing but hatred on his face. "They want to see you now," he said.

Rick and the woman left as I was walking into the office. He never even made eye contact with me.

I looked into the eyes of Mr. Parrish, the owner of our company. "Let's be short Mrs. Ens," he said. "Your soon to be ex husband is suing my company for three point five million dollars. Apparently, he thinks you're worth that much. He actually thinks you're worth more. He's out of his fucking mind. You're just another two dollar whore with delusions of grandeur and big, obviously fake breasts. I could keep this out of court for years, but the publicity will probably run me out of business. So I'll settle out of court and pay him a half mill, a mill tops. His lawyer is a smart woman. She'll arrange it so that I don't pay him until your divorce is settled. That way you don't get a fucking dime. I like it that way. If you or any lawyer you hire ever ask about this conversation, I and all of the people in this room will swear it never happened."

"Naturally, you're fired. Now get your trailer park ass out of my building. There won't be any severance for you. Your benefits are canceled immediately and we're attaching your last check. If anyone calls us for a reference or your job history you won't be happy with what we tell them. I'm also going to look into suing you for the damage you've done to my company's reputation. I probably won't get much but if I ruin you, it would be worth it."

I walked out of the office and as I walked past the desks of people I'd worked with for years, I noticed that most of them were laughing and pointing at me. Before I got the titties, these people had been my friends. Now I was a joke to them. I noticed Bart running into the office as I left. He sneered at me. "Bitch, tell your husband his ass is grass if I lose my job," he said.

I didn't bother going back to pack my stuff. I headed outside to try to find Rick. Apparently Bart's meeting was even shorter than mine. Two security guards brought him downstairs in the emergency elevator just as I was walking out the door. They threw him, cursing and screaming onto the ground.

He saw something in the distance and he stopped cursing at the guards just long enough to get up and run after whatever it was he saw. I looked in the direction he'd gone in and found out what he was running towards. He was chasing Rick. Rick suddenly stopped. He waited for Bart and as soon as Bart got close to him, he kicked Bart in the nuts. Bart was rolling around on the ground in pain. Rick reached over and took something from Bart. Then he got into his car and drove away.

Two days later, I got a call from one of my few friends left from the old job. She told me that Stevens' wife had come to the office the previous day and demanded to know why he'd been dismissed so summarily after all of his years of service to the company. She left the building angry as hell and filed for divorce that same day. Bart's wife had also filed for a divorce. My friend told me that both women had been visited by Rick.

I laughed. I thought that both of those bastards deserved what they got. If they'd been able to control themselves, they'd still be married. If I was losing my marriage everyone else should too. I made a list of all of the other guys who'd played with me and started visiting their wives too. I wanted to help Rick any way I could.

A few days later, I was sitting in my kitchen in the midst of my depression. I hadn't told my parents yet and I was hoping against hope that Rick would come home. The door bell rang and I got up to answer it. There was a young woman waiting at the door. She was chewing gum and she looked bored.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Are you Lucie Ens?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Oh goodie," she said. "Can I see some ID? I have an invitation for you. It's from Rick."

I was suddenly really happy. My prayer had been answered. Rick wanted to invite me to do something. Maybe he'd changed his mind and wanted to talk about saving our marriage. I showed her my driver's license.

She handed me a stack of papers and I realized as soon as I looked at them that they were divorce papers. "I thought you said this was an invitation," I snapped.

"It is Skeletor," she said "It's an invitation to go to court where he'll get rid of your cheating ass." Then she walked away.

The rest of my day sucked. I got a lawyer who advised me to simply take Rick's offer. He wanted to split everything 50/50. That included the balance of the lottery money and our savings, checking and investments. That was more than fair when you considered that I made barely more than half of what Rick did. I also noticed that there was no mention of the money from the suit if any existed.

I told my lawyer to reject the offer and push for reconciliation. Rick was very kind. He never lashed out at me. He never threatened to expose what I'd done. Even when my parents called him, he just told them they had to talk to me. I suggested counseling. He refused but he sent me a card and a gift on my birthday. That alone, made me realize that I was being childish and selfish, so as much as I loved him, I gave in and let the divorce go through.

Things really got bad for me on the day the divorce was final. I spent most of the morning crying. At just after noon I heard what sounded like the exhaust system on Rick's Mustang pulling away from the house. I still had yet to move out of the house even though it has been sold and Rick and I had received our money. I went out on the porch and picked up an envelope. It was a hand written note from Rick. He thanked me for the years we'd had together and all of the love I'd shown him. He told me that he still loved me and was sorry that we couldn't be together any more. He told me to remember that I needed to live my life and that our break up was just as much a factor of his inability to get past what I'd done as it was what I'd done. He asked me to forgive him for being rigid and unbending and he wished that I'd find love and happiness with someone else, someone better than him.

I cried for three days straight. Around Thanksgiving, I went back to our hometown. I was sure that he'd go home to see his parents. I also had to finally tell my parents the truth of what I'd done to wreck my marriage. I ran all over town looking for him, sure that he'd gone home for Thanksgiving as well. I saw one of his sisters and demanded that she tell me who he'd brought home for Thanksgiving and whether or not he was dating. She called me psychotic and told me I deserved to be miserable.

Once I got back home, I ran into a few of our old friends and neighbors. None of them would even talk to me. I started to date too. Most of the guys that I dated were awful. All they wanted was sex. They were more interested in my breasts than me. I gave a few of them sex hoping that it would be a gateway to a deeper relationship. It never was. The most embarrassing moment I had was when I went to the ladies room and came back and over heard the man I was dating tell the waiter that the only reason he was dating me was he'd heard from a friend of his that my breasts were amazing, but sex was so-so. He'd just taken me out so he could get a sample. I was supposedly easy and he'd give the waiter my number but he shouldn't call me for about a week so he could get his fill.

I was so hurt that I'd gone home. I didn't even go back to the table. When he called me later that night, I just told him that I'd overheard him and hung up. A few minutes later the phone rang and I started screaming into it. It wasn't the asshole though, it was Rick.

"Sorry," Rick said and I started crying.

"Lucie, How are you?" he said. As usual, he was concerned with me first.

"Not good," I said.

"Lucie, you're not going to find out who I'm dating," he began.

"And she's lucky," I snapped. "Because I'll pull the hair out of her head when I find her."

"Lucie, you're not going to find her," he said again.

"So you love this bitch more than me already," I hissed.

"Lucie, you're running yourself crazy trying to find someone who doesn't exist," he said. "A lot of my friends have tried to hook me up, but I haven't gone on one date in the whole year that we've been apart. And as for the person I love. Unfortunately for me, that's still you."

I could tell that he was telling me the truth and it just started me crying again. Once again he'd made me feel cheap. I'd gone on at least a date or two a month while we'd been apart and had fucked at least half of those guys, trying in vain to find someone who made me feel the way he did. Maybe I was a slut after all.

His call had been meant to make me feel better and to urge me again to move on in my life and all it did was to depress me further. I thought back on our relationship and I started to blame myself for the destruction of my happiness. But more than anything else, I started to blame my breasts. My life had been wonderful until I got the titties. The titties ruined my marriage and my life. They were evil.

My parents put me into therapy. The therapist started to realize after a while that I'd begun to hate myself. After a couple of incidents, including an aborted attempt to hurt myself, he recommended what I'd secretly wanted anyway.

I woke up in the hospital one morning and saw something I hadn't seen in years, my feet. My breasts were gone. It took two more surgeries. After the implants were removed it left a lot of extra skin where the giant breasts had been. The second surgery removed the excess skin and the final operation cleaned up and hid most of the scars from the other surgeries. After a few months of therapy, I was able to function almost normally again. I'd begun to hate men though. But that really wasn't a problem. Without the titties, I was invisible to men again. But I really didn't mind.




A Tale of Two...Titties?



A few months ago, I'd taken the job here at the bar and except for the occasional lonely woman in here; no one ever noticed or bothered me. My sex drive had also nearly vanished until tonight. I can't believe that I'd propositioned Rick. But if he took me up on it, I'd fuck him like there was no tomorrow.

I kept my eye on his table and realized that he hadn't come in to fuck those two women. They were apparently about to have one of those ceremonies that lesbians do in states where gay marriage is illegal. I laughed at how stupid I'd been. I noticed Rick looking at me occasionally and began to feel that my chances might be good. I also began to elevate what I wanted. I'd take what I could get, but I stood there at the bar dreaming that he'd take me back and we could start all over again.

My fantasy lasted about ten minutes before reality interfered. The door opened and a woman walked in. She had incredible breasts and a thin waist. She had a big round butt and she was really pretty as well. She also headed straight for Rick. It figured. She walked right over to him and his arm closed protectively around her waist even as the tears began to fall heavily from my eyes. The pain only got worse though. Rick came over to the bar to get her a drink.

She held tightly onto his hand and he ordered for her. He ordered her a sparkling water. While I picked out one for her, she grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss. He ended up bending her over my bar right in front of me. He gave her the tenderest and most gentle kiss I'd ever seen. I was so jealous that I was sure my face turned red. Then the bitch stuck her tongue in his mouth. She looked up at me with the sweetest smile on her face and they went back to their table. She had that extra little twitch in her big butt and I lost it. I ran into the office in the back to cry alone.

"Knock Knock," I heard behind me through my sobs.

"The other bartender can get your drink," I said. I looked up through water blurry eyes and noticed that it was her.

"I'm sorry Lucie," she said. "What I did was uncalled for. But you have to admit what you hurt him pretty bad. And he didn't deserve that. I was kind of shocked to see you for the first time after everything I've heard. You don't look like he described you. So what happened to the balloons?"

I just looked at her. She was standing there like she was my best fucking friend and I didn't know her from Adam. 

"Why should I tell you anything about my life?" I snapped. "Shouldn't you worry about your own life?"

"Lucie, you're not really angry at ME," she said. "You're frustrated and angry at yourself for things that YOU did and dumb assed choices that you made. You and I have a lot in common. We should be friends."

The bitch was obviously crazy. She had the man I loved most in the world. I still wanted him. I'd scratch her fucking eyes out in a second with no remorse.

"You still love him, don't you?" she said smiling. "After all of this time? It's been two years. Talk about carrying a torch. So what happened to the balloons?"

"You first," I said. "Is he happy?"

She rubbed her tummy lovingly and then looked at me. "I think he'll be even happier soon though."

"Are you...?" I asked. And she smiled and nodded. My heart wrenched yet again. "Is he the father?"

"No other man has ever touched me," she snapped as if I'd insulted her. Her reaction made me jealous all over again. "You have to forgive him for acting childish around you. He never really got over you. He compares every woman he meets to you. Your turn," she said. I really wanted to hear more about him never getting over me, but it was only fair that I tell her what she wanted to know.

"After my divorce, Rick just disappeared," I said. "I didn't know how to live without him so I started trying to find him. Do you know how it is to go from having someone in your life who loves you so much that it just leaks out of every pore on their body to having no one who gives a rat's ass about you? It's hell. Divorced or not I wanted to find him and continue fighting for us, but he'd just disappeared. I even went to his parent's house on that first Thanksgiving and made a fool out of myself in front of his sister; the sister who's in the navy now." I noticed that she smiled when I said that.

"I knew he was dating someone. I just didn't know who you were. And I guess that's a good thing because I'd have probably done something to you." She laughed when I said that.

"Anyway, I got so pissed that I decided that there were plenty of fish in the sea and I'd just find someone else. So I started dating. It took me a while to realize that probably ninety percent of the guys out there were only interested in getting a quick fuck. Once they got it, they were gone. Most men were just drawn to my breasts but not necessarily to me. They kind of remind me of dogs chasing cars. They run down the road barking and making all of that damned noise, but when they catch up to a car they don't know what to do with it. They can't drive it. I was getting all of this attention on my breasts, but once the guys got a hold of them they didn't know what to do with me. Most of them didn't want me. If they could have just had two titties on a plate to squeeze on they have taken the titties and just ignored me. Maybe guys should just get their own breast implants then they could sit around and feel on them all day long." She laughed at that.

"Then I realized that the only man I'd ever known who wasn't like that was Rick. He loved me before I got them. And when I remembered that all of our problems started when I got them, I started to resent my breasts. I'm a smart girl. I know the tits didn't cause my problems. I know it was people and mostly my own reaction to them that lost me my husband. But I really didn't want them anymore. I went a little crazy for a while and a therapist in a clinic that my parents put me in actually had them removed. End of story."

"Now I'm back to the way I was. I'm older I'm smarter and I know the value now of what I threw away. I don't really have anyone to blame for my situation. It's like that line from that old Mariah Carey song, "I had it all, but I let it slip away."

"Sweetie, you're going to be fine," she said. "You never know how or when love will manifest. Sometimes, the people we love aren't the ones who are meant for us and other times we just have to wait for the right person to come along. Sometimes, when they do come along we're too stupid to realize it. But there's someone out there for all of us. We just have to be ready to love and to be loved. I think you're ready now. The person you were meant to be with can find you now."

"Are you dying?" I asked her. She looked at me crazily.

"Why would you ask me that?" she said.

"Well, don't take this wrong," I said. "But that way I could be with the person I was meant to be with."

"We're going to be great friends," she said.

"I highly fucking doubt it," I said. But I said it with a smile. I meant it though. There was simply no way I could be friends with the bitch who had the man I loved.

"Oh and since we're friends, there may come a day when I have to ask you to do something that you probably won't like. But just remember that you owe me one," she said. She pointed her finger in my face for effect. I was left wondering what the fuck she was talking about as I watched her perfect ass twitch itself away from me.

I felt better after my talk and went back out to the bar. Before the evening was over, most of the tables in the bar had been pushed together and the whole place had turned into a pre-wedding party for the lesbian couple that Rick and his girlfriend were there to support.

At closing time I felt like crying again. Deborah, Rick's woman, came over to say goodbye to me. "See ya, Sweetie," she'd said and she winked at me.

I remembered all of her bullshit about the right love finding me and I hoped she was right but I really couldn't picture myself happy with anyone else.

As she and Rick walked through the door, I saw him squeeze one of her ass cheeks, as if to add insult to injury. As nice as she'd tried to be to me, Rick hadn't even spoken to me. I guess he just wanted to twist the knife.

As I walked back to my shitty car in the pre-dawn darkness, I was both happy and sad. Seeing Rick again had given me something to smile about. He was every bit as cute as he used to be and it brought back pleasant memories. On the other hand, I was really sad because he had moved on in his life without me. He had a woman who obviously loved him and a baby on the way. Those were two of his big three dreams for a perfect life.

Rick had never wanted or needed to be rich or famous. All he'd ever wanted was a woman who loved him, a family of his own and a Mustang GT. I always wanted to be and thought that I'd be that woman. Shit, I was that woman until I fucked it all up. It was good that he could move on and find his dream with someone else.

A menacing growl slapped me out of my thoughts. And suddenly headlights that had to be as bright as the sun blinded me. The car's engine was so powerful that it seemed to shake the car as it sat there ahead of me like some barely controlled beast contemplating whether to eat a smaller animal or let it go.

The door opened and a figure stepped out. "Get in," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"I've decided to take you up on your offer," he said. I thought back to earlier in the evening when I'd offered to have sex with him and even told him that he wouldn't get any pussy from the lesbian couple. But that was before I knew about his pregnant girlfriend.

"Rick, what about...?" I began.

"Are you getting in or not?" he asked. I thought long and hard about it. I decided that whether we were friends or not, I really liked Deborah. I liked her far more than I should. But at the same time, my heart, my body, my mind and every fiber of my being wanted my husband back. I wasn't the kind of girl to sleep with or go after another woman's man. But hell, I'd done it before. All of the guys who played with my tits had been married, so maybe it wouldn't be anything different.

Actually, it would be different. Rick was the man I loved more than anything or anyone else in the world. I'd often told him that I'd do anything for him. That made my mind up. If I had a chance to be with him even if it was a late night booty call, I had to go for it. I was sorry for Deborah, but I couldn't say no. It did bother me that Rick was cheating on her. But maybe there were circumstances that I wasn't aware of. Maybe he loved me and wanted me back too and this would be our only chance to get together. It would probably only be a one night stand, but if you'd lost someone that you loved and fate gave you a chance to spend one more night in their arms, how many of us would really say no?

"Yes," I said. I walked around the front of the car and got in. The leather was so soft and comfortable that I thought I was in heaven.

"Rick, I don't have the titties anymore," I said, hoping that he wouldn't be disappointed.

"Oh, like I hadn't noticed," he said. "Lucie, my favorite thing about you was always your eyes."

"Rick, I have some scars where they took the implants out," I began. I had to hold onto the door handle all of a sudden as Rick slammed on the brakes, grabbed his parking brake and swung the wheel causing the car to spin and skid to a sudden stop.

"Lucie, if you don't want to do this, I can take you back," he said and he looked at me.

"No, please no," I said, as an evil little smile curled up his lips. "Rick, you can do anything you want to me whenever and wherever you want. All you have to do is call me. I just want to be a part of your life again anyway I can." He shook his head and started the motor again.

He got onto the freeway and drove outside of the city. I wondered where we were going, but I didn't ask because I didn't want him to stop and offer to take me back again.

We drove through a gate and he waved at a guard. I looked around us and even in the dark I could see that the houses were beautiful. The landscaping around them was wonderful and each house was different. Unlike the suburbs near me that were full of smaller cookie-cutter houses, these were homes. Each designed to display or show off the tastes and styles of their owner.

The door to the garage opened as we approached it even though Rick never took his hands off of the steering wheel and gear shifter. The garage door closed behind us and as we left the garage, the lights came on illuminating a beautiful deck with a small pool and a spa. We went inside the house and as I looked around, Rick kicked off his shoes the same way he used to when we were together. No matter what people say, it's the small gestures that endear people to us. Watching Rick performing that familiar but annoying movement made me smile.

I started to reach for him. I felt like I couldn't keep my hands off of him for much longer. He turned and looked at me. "You just got home from work," he said. "Are you hungry?"

I nodded my head. "It's too late to go out and get something," he frowned.

"Whatever is in the fridge is fine," I said. He smiled instantly as I said it.

"Not pizza?" I said as he nodded. I should have known. Pizza was all Rick ever wanted to eat anyway. When we were together I always bought him a birthday pizza instead of a cake.

"Okay," I frowned back as if I didn't want to eat it. Inwardly I was beginning to glow. Rick was doing it to me again. He was always so fucking thoughtful. He brought me a plate with a couple of slices on it and brought me my favorite soda. I was surprised that he'd even remembered it.

He sat down next to me and we ate without saying a word. He wolfed his pizza down in two seconds while I ate mine slowly. It must have just been his presence but even the pizza tasted good.

He got up and stepped behind me. He started to massage my shoulders and his hands felt heavenly. I'd had a few guys try the whole massage and then fuck routine on me, but Rick was too good at it. Usually, their hands stopped massaging and started fondling when they got to the titties. Fortunately, I didn't have those any more.

Rick broke the mold. He skipped from shoulders to calves and after standing on my feet for an entire shift it felt wonderful. Then he pulled off my shoes and massaged my feet. I was ready to cum right then. Suddenly, all of my guilt went away. I realized then that I truly was ready to accept anything this man wanted to give me. So he had a pregnant girlfriend...Fuck her, as long as he fucked me. So I was his other woman. That was cool, as long as I was his something. I started to rub his face and his ears because they were the only things I could reach and I desperately needed to touch him. The motion and the feelings of his fingers were lulling me to sleep. It felt like I was in heaven.

"Are you ready to go to bed?" he asked. I just nodded.

He took my hand and led me up a long staircase. I loved what I could see of his room in the dim light. He started to take off his clothes and as usual he just flung them everywhere. When we were together, we'd compromised. If he couldn't put them in the clothes hamper, he used to at least put them in one little pile.

"Rick," I started. He looked at me. "I have scars on my..." He silenced me with one finger on my lips. I got into the bed and it felt great. I was buzzed from the tips of the toes he'd just massaged to the top of my head. My nipples were standing straight out from my flat chest like the nose cones of two miniature missiles awaiting launch.

He snuggled up behind me and I waited. Nothing happened. He sighed contentedly and wrapped an arm around me. I figured that he was allowing me to get used to my surroundings and then I remembered the last time we were together when he hadn't wanted to have sex with me.

"Rick, uhm are we going to..." I began. "You won't need a condom this time. I haven't been with anyone in over a year."

"We've been apart for two years," he said. "I'm sorry. I don't want to bring up the past. I just want to enjoy now."

"Rick, I'm glad you care enough to ask," I told him. "Can I tell you this now?" I rolled over until my ass was against his crotch and noticed that he still had his boxers on. It felt so good to be touching him that way. My heavenly meter shot up another notch and then he flummoxed me. He opened his arms and pulled me against him until we were spooned the way I remembered it. One of his hands fell onto my tiny tits and the other rested on my tummy. If I had to die, that was the way I'd want to go out. I closed my eyes and recapped our time apart. I gave him the reasons, at least my reasons, for everything I'd done including why I'd gotten rid of my implants. Then I placed my hand on top of his and slowly pushed it from my tummy to an area just below it.

His fingers started to touch me there and I was sure that he could smell my pussy because there was so much moisture building up in it.

"Lucie, my time hasn't been spent in any kind of journey of introspection or self discovery, like yours has. I didn't try out a bunch of people to see if I could find someone else. I just took it day to day," he said. I guess that maybe he didn't want to share his experiences with me. That made me feel like I was just going to be a booty call.

He pulled me even closer to him and I swooned. He reached over to the dresser and I thought he was going to pull out a condom like he'd done the last time.

"Rick, you don't need one. I swear I haven't had sex in over a year," I said. "You won't catch anything from me."

"What about you catching something from me?" he said.

"If you have it, I'll take it," I said. And yes, it sounded stupid to me too, but it was true.

"Lucie, what about you getting pregnant?" he asked. "You know, I am capable of doing that."

"You know I wouldn't mind that at all," I said. "I would love to have a little piece of you to remember you by."

"Lucie, what the hell are you talking about?" he asked. "Why do you think I brought you here?"

"You wanted to take me up on my offer," I said. "Although with Deborah, you really don't need me." He just started laughing as if he agreed with me. I felt like shit. Why would he need me with her? She was prettier. She was built like a woman and she was carrying his baby.

Then he rolled over and started kissing me. He rubbed my ears and my pussy while his lips continued to play on mine like a master violinist. He'd kiss me and then back off and leave me waiting for the next kiss. Then he would back his head away until I followed and sought his lips out.

He trailed his kisses down my jaw line and suddenly turned and nipped my ear. My ears were one of my spots and he knew that. As he nipped and licked the sensitive parts of my ears, I couldn't help it, my legs flipped open like a barn door. If anyone had been looking at us they could have looked into my pussy and seen all the way up into my womb. Rick knew what he was doing. He hadn't forgotten how to get the most out of me. Every other man only seemed to care about the least.

His lips and teeth let go of my ear and it was like a let-down, until they switched and clamped onto my...NIPPLES! I almost exploded in pleasure.

From the first second that his lips and teeth started to tease my nipples, my hips began to thrash back and forth. I was building towards a massive orgasm and he hadn't even touched me down there yet. I pushed him onto his back and threw a leg over him. Then I lined it up and impaled myself on his hot throbbing dick. I screamed as I slid down that pole to the bottom. My mouth latched onto his hungrily as I started humping away at him like a bitch in heat. I wasn't making gentle sweet love to him the way I'd been dreaming of for months. I was trying to fuck the shit out of him. I was using him like the men I'd been with used me but I couldn't help it. I simply couldn't get enough of him.




A Tale Of Two Titties



They were the best of breasts. They were the worst of breasts. They were the worst because they were so fucking big and everybody wanted to play with them and it kept 38-year-old Hilda Humper pretty damn busy.

Hilda was the type of lady that was not busy fighting them off either. She was busy finding time to fit as much sex into her busy schedule as possible. Hilda was a certified fucking nymphomaniac and was not the least bit ashamed of it. She refused to think that women should cling to the archaic and Victorian notion that females should feel guilty about enjoying sex. Miss Humper enjoyed it more than oxygen, water or light. She never went one day without it and a host of anxiously horny men were always around to meet her insatiable need for coitus. Hilda loved every postion imaginable and today she was once again getting that old familiar yearning in her pussy for some dick.

Hilda knew that her daughter's boyfriend's dad was home this Saturday afternoon and that his wife was out of town. Richard Dicker was a man whom she knew would appreciate a big-boobed body to romp with on this beautiful sunny day. Hilda knew that Richard and his wife were rarely, if ever, intimate anymore and she wanted to make his day.

Meanwhile, over at the Dicker household:

"Oh, Mr. Dicker, you are one big motherfucker!" eighteen-year-old Harriet Humper squealed as she sat beside Richard on the bed and pulled down the 45-year-old man's briefs.

Young Harriet Humper slid Mr. Dicker's underwear all the way down and squealed when she saw his gigantic penis.

"My goodness!" Harriet exclaimed as she eagerly touched his johnson. "Look at you, baby! You are one handsome fucker. Just look at this big long weenie. It is such a beautiful one. So large and not even erect yet. Can I kiss him?"

"Oh, yes!" Richard Dicker said in a strong voice of approval as he took his still soft staff in one hand and held it straight up. "Give him a smooch right on his head."

"Tee hee," the eighteen-year-old girl giggled as she pursed her lips, which were thick, beautiful and ruby red like her mother's, and leaned over just a bit. "Gonna kiss Mr. Happy right on his happy heady weddy. Hee hee hee hee hee."

The blonde high school student, who had the same basketball-sized tits and thunder thighs as her irresistible mother, lowered her pretty blond head and let her big lips just barely brush the tip of his sponge-like mushroom knob of warrior. Then Harriet breathed her soft breath on it and it was hot against his cock head. The air of her sweet breath wafted over it and made it warm with sensation. Harriet watched as just her breathing made Richard Dicker's penis begin to straighten and stiffen and its head swell larger and larger. He was already enormous but Harriet giggled as he grew to amazing proportions in both length and in what she considered essential to a man's member, thickness.

"Gee whiz, Mr. Dicker," Harriet intoned in her best naive 1950s Leave It To Beaver voice. "Your hot dog just went from a regular to a foot long. Tee hee hee!"

Harriet always made men believe that she was more innocent and naive than she really was. In reality the young high school cheerleader had fucked and sucked flocks of guys. Harriet had her mother's voracious sexual appetite and the same shameless way of pursuing it. Harriet watched with wide green eyes as Richard's dick filled with blood, holding it in her right hand as it did.

"Amazing," Harriet Humper moaned in a low husky voice. "Now comes the fun part. I am going to try something that I also do to your son Chuck's pee wee."

The young vixen brought her face close to his manhood and gently extended her tongue until it touched the tip of his penis head. Then Harriet brought her tongue down on the pee hole in the top of his organ and let her tongue flick and lick inside the little cleft that she found there. She pressed her wiggling and talented tongue down into the little hole in his dick as far as she possibly could.

"Ohhhhhhh," Mr. Dicker moaned loudly. "That tickles, baby. I've never felt anything like that before. I like having a cute little girl licking at my pee hole."

Mr. Dicker ran his hands through the eighteen-year-old's long mane of blonde hair as her tongue still tickled the very tip of his cock. It tickled so much that he began to laugh and chuckle much like a young person would.

"Feels pretty fucking good, doesn't it?" Harriet said as she stopped licking him for a second and smiled up into his face. "Mr. Happy is throbbing like a motherfucker. I can feel your wee wee reacting just like your son Chuck's does when I do this shit. Throbs and gets hard as a fucking rock. Tee hee hee. I love it."

For her effort Harriet was rewarded when she felt a thin trickle of pre-cum ooze from Mr. Dicker's pee hole and onto her tongue.

"Mmmmmm," Harriet cooed as she tasted his fluid. "You taste good, baby. I love pre-cum wee wee juice. I want you to shoot your cum all over me, Mr. D. I'll make you squirt like a water fountain."

Harriet giggled again and began to stroke Richard's nine inch pecker voraciously, squealing and laughing as she did. With her other hand the horny Harriet unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off, leaving only the sight of her gigantic young boobies swelling hard against a green bra. The bra was just like her big-tittied mother Hilda Humper wore to support her enormous jugs and to keep the heavy fuckers from bouncing all over the place. Harriet stopped her stroking a second and reached to remove her bra.

"Now you can see that you are with a young, but very overdeveloped girl. My titties are big as fucking watermelons, baby. These bitches will make your big happy rocket heady launch a full scale mission. Ha ha ha ha! Coming all over me."

"Oh, momma!" Richard Dicker said softly when he saw her in just a bra. "I have died and gone to heaven. Homina! Homina! Homina!"

Harriet laughed as the 45-year-old man stammered and his cock jerked mildly with what could have been ejaculation, but was a false alarm.

Meanwhile, not far away:

"Oh, I need to get me a big, long, hard wee wee," Hilda Humper moaned as she drove, manuevering her vehicle toward the direction of the Dicker household. "Richard, here I come, you big-dicked son of a bitch."

As she drove the straight drive vehicle the busty blonde had several of the buttons of her blouse undone and rubbed her gigantic titties vigorously as she made little cries of needful horniness. Hilda would stop touching her breasts occasionally and her hand would go under her skirt, her wild fingers touching her soaking wet cunny and probing it and twanging its sensitive little clit.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Miss Humper screamed. "I'm going to fucking come! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Oh, fuck! Yeah!" Hilda Humper squealed as she drove like a crazy bat out of hell around the sundry streets on her way to the Dicker household to get her some dick from Mr. Dicker. "I'm in an orgasmic paradise!"

And she was. Hilda's pussy tingled with a series of tingly orgasms that reverberated through her full-fleshed body, shaking her all over and making her titties jiggle. Hilda would be at the home of her occasional fuckmate, Richard Dicker, in a matter of minutes. Miss Humper's orgasm was made sweeter when she contemplated what she and the big-dicked married man would soon be doing – writhing, bucking, sucking and fucking in the sweaty sheets. Hilda wanted him to pleasure her massive breasts that now swelled from her blouse, whose first few buttons were undone, showing the two mountains that she carried everyday.

Back at the Dicker house things were going along just fine and Harriet was hornily uninhibited in her loose cheerleader behavior that many would call slutty, but no man would refuse.

"You like that shit?" Harriet Humper asked sweetly as she began to give his full erection loud sloppy kisses. "Your pee wee wee wee likes me. That motherfucker is oozing with pre-cum. My little mouth loves the taste of wee wee juice more than anything. I just need to get you to the point where this fucker will shoot a big load all over my face. I want you to squirt all over me, dousing my big young titties and my fucking face and make it all sticky and shit."

Harriet often had a dirtier mouth than her mother and was just as kinky and naughty. Mr. Dicker could not believe his luck. He winced and his body tensed as Harriet started to lick his penis like a lollipop that a schoolgirl such as her would enjoy. She was so sweet and wonderful.

"Oh my goodness, sweetie! That feels great! Keep on and my big happy rocket heady may start launching immediately."

"Then fire that wee wee rocket fuel in momma's face and set him off," Harriet responded with a cackle as she kissed his big balls and squeezed his weenie head, pinching it ever so softly with her young little fingers. "Operation Wee Wee needs to commence."

"Oh, wee wee! You are so hard, you big, naughty motherfucker. Momma's mammy mounds have gotten her big boy so fucking erect," Harriet squealed as she pulled on Mr. Dicker's nine inch stalk of manhood and then began to rhyme and sing. "Wee wee rocket, I love you. Wee wee rocket, I'll suck you too. And when my wee wee rocket is through, momma will be covered with wee wee goo."

Harriet Humper giggled again and went back to Richard's tiny pee hole and the task of licking at it with even more pre-cum oozing from its tiny opening this time than moments before.

"Oh, yes, honey," Mr. Dicker moaned as the young little vixen hellcat lapped at his pee hole like an eager puppy. He was loving the way Harriet used baby talk and treated him as if he were very young. "That feels so good, darling. I am almost there now, almost there."

"Come for me, baby," Harriet begged right before she slid his pecker into her mouth, astonished at the older man's staying power and ability to last so long with her. "Momma's going to make baby's sweet pee pee pole sprinkle and tinkle its ooey gooey and sticky wicky wee wee juice all over her face and momma Harriet's big slap happy mammy mounds. This big critter is going to get to spit and spray. And it's going to tickle like a motherfucker when it squirts, baby."

Harriet placed one of Richard's excitedly quivering hands on her enormous jiggly left boob to get him even more turned on as she slid his slippery wet shaft back into her mouth, telling him to yell a little before he came so that he could shoot his wad all over her tits instead of just in her mouth. Harriet greedily and hungrily applied hard pressure to Dicker's organ until he was begging for release.

"Oh, baby," Richard moaned in a voice that sounded younger than his 45 years. "I have maybe ten seconds. Get ready for blast off."

Harriet yanked his willy from her mouth and held it before her face, rubbing and kissing around the edges of its mushroom knob.

"Fire that fucker! Fire that wee wee rocket fuel all over momma! Come for momma harder than Mr Happy has ever come before! Make pee wee boy shoot like a motherfucking firing squad!"

And he did.

Richard gripped his stick with one hand and aimed the first shot of a rapidly approaching orgasm right into her face.

"Weeeeeeee!" Harriet Humper squealed like a baby, her titan titties bouncing as the first thick stream of baby batter stickily landed on her nose. "Tee hee hee! Operation Wee Wee is going full speed ahead!"

The older man aimed again and the second spurt of jism creamed the expansive areola of young Harriet's massive left asset that was fucking bobbing like Jello in an airplane with turbulence.

"I got a whole tank of wee wee rocket fuel just for you!" Richard exclaimed, laughing as his oversized member forcefully emptied its contents, bathing the high school beauty in a sea of cum. "Take it, baby! Take it all, you little cutie weenie-hungry boobie girl!"

And the dam broke.

"Squirtsies! Squirtsies!" Harriet Humper squealed and screeched and laughed as Richard Dicker shot his goo all over her body in jet streams of white fluid. "Gimme gimme! Give momma all of baby's special sticky pee pee!"

When Richard was done spraying the high school chick with his cum he fell back spent and exhausted on the bed. Harriet fell over him and kissed his wee wee rocket right on the pee hole and licked some of the excess stray cum off of it, relishing its flavor on her hungry little tongue.

"Oh, honey," Richard Dicker groaned wearily. "You just about wiped me out. I'm not a young person like you are that can go for hours. I'm an old man. My wife never gives me anything like that, Harriet. We haven't had sex for three months."

"I'll give you everything you need," Harriet breathed into his ear as some of the jizz on her huge boobs dripped onto his stomach. "We can do anything that you want to do, baby. Momma's body belongs to you today and you can do anything you want with me. I'm yours, you sweet- dicked motherfucker."

"Speaking of mother," a feminine voice resounded from the doorway of the bedroom. "Guess who's here now."

"Hilda!" Mr. Dicker gasped in surprise, his dick sagging as it deflated slowly.

"Mom!" Harriet exclaimed, almost laughing. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Probably had the same idea as you, honey," Hilda Humper replied as she stepped sexily into the room, her blouse open with no bra beneath it and the front of her tight little skirt a bit damp with her juices, one of her hands clasped beneath it and still touching her soaked cunny that tingled so happily and pleasurably with the anticipation of a romp and a dick as hard and as long as she was accustomed to thrusting within her, throbbing and taking her to heavenly realms, nearly to the point of an erupting orgasmic highlight that would just be one in a series of frantic fucks, a fuck that she needed like babies need milk or sick patients need medicine; it was her end all and be all of existence and Hilda found within it everything worth cleaving to in a mundane world. "But it seems that the humping party has started without me. Harriet you look like he emptied his fucking balls on you, baby. I hope that there is some left in that big dick for Mom's pussy's little needs. I want to fuck and suck and buck and erupt with you, Richie, you big cock."

"Oh, Mom," Harriet laughed loudly. "Sometimes you can be such a slut."

"Go take a shower and leave mother to her business, child," the 38- year-old woman said to her daughter, giggling at her frolicking and naked little body that was sticky with wee wee love juice as the older woman reached for Richard's softened penis. "Momma's pussy has needs too, darling. Momma needs a wee wee to give her hungry sexual charisma some relief and equilibrium. After you get cleaned up we can both see what kind of crazy thrills we can give kind old Mr. Dicker's big slab of a wee wee."

"Yes, Mother," Harriet said in a mock obedient voice as she began to walk away, watching proudly as her mother began to remove her clothes. "Just save some of that dick for me."

"Don't count on it," Hilda laughed as she was now in her birthday suit, her full figured glorious body exposed to Richard in all its splendor, her gigantic jugs leaping and as excited as her pussy felt inside.

Hilda Humper sat down on the bed beside Mr. Dicker and pulled his head close to her bouncy mountain of a left breast as her hand went to his pecker to stroke and hopefully revive it.

"Come on, baby," Hilda cooed low as she chuckled in a moment of self- parody. "See if an old lady can get that sausage hard again with her big juggies. This old lady is dying for a good wild fuck and we need wee wee back at full mast to do it."

"When daughter is away, mommy will play," Hilda said with a grin that was so wide that it threatened to take over her whole face and make it look even more angelic than it already did, as the sunlight seeped through the window on this bright afternoon and turned her long mane of blonde hair to a lovely gold. "Mommy needs a fucky from Richie's little dinky."

The 38-year-old educator cradled Mr. Dicker's head in her hands and slowly eased it closer to the left side of her bosom. Hilda Humper smiled as Richard's mouth slowly opened as it approached the puckered nipple of her big left bazoom. To Miss Humper, Richard was not unlike a baby at this moment, ready to nurse at her yummy orbs and extract the sustenance that he so desperately needed for growth. In this case the growth that she was concerned about was the growth of his weenie, the growth of the prick that this man had just emptied out on her young daughter in a blast of sticky excretion, making Harriet have to clean all of his seed off of herself with soap and hot water and giving the horny little hellcat a chance to finger herself to a rattling good orgasm in the steamy watery atmosphere of the shower, which in most cases she rarely took alone, most of the time enjoying having a boy with her to make bath time more fun. Hilda grinned again as Richard locked his warm lips around the areola area of her left boobie and squealed as his tickly tongue flicked at the hard pebbly nub of her nipple. It had the desired effect, for Dicker's dick, which had nearly sagged to a wilted trunk, was now on its merry way to its nine inch apex of rigidity as his tube snake filled with blood and began to straighten before her eyes.

"Wheeeee!" the big-tittied bombshell yelped childishly as he began to apply sucking tension to her flesh balloon again. "Suck me hard, daughterfucker, cause that fucking shit feels good. My big mammy mound is tingling like nobody's business. Looks like wee wee likes it too. He is growing up big and strong. Now suck, little baby, suck!"

"Mmmmmphhhhh!" Richard gasped with his mouth full of tittie flesh, as he hungrily began to devour it like a ravenous baby calf at a cow's udders.

"Oooooo, yes!" Miss Humper cooed in a voice loud enough to make the neighbors wonder what was going on. "Oh my goodness! Keep on, honey! Nibble, bite, pull on momma's skin with your teeth! Make it tingle and sting and hurt so fucking good!"

Richard quickly tried to meet her insatiable demands. He placed both hands on her jiggling left breast and used his teeth, taking just the tiniest fold of tittie flesh between them and biting down, and then pulling roughly outward. Hilda screeched and screamed with a mingling of pleasure, pain and elation that was all mixed up and growled and moaned as his teeth ferociously chewed and bit into her giant jugs of flesh. The horny big boob queen grabbed his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and holding onto it like it was a handle of support for her. The elder Humper was wailing now, almost crying with what he was doing so joyously to her hooters, making the big knockers bounce and jounce and bob up and down on her full-figured frame. Richard Dicker could see from the corner of his eye as he nursed, that her pussy was wet and gushing with excitement, her juices glistening on and around her lovely honeypot, their sweet musk reaching his nostrils and filling him with euphoric horny anticipation. Hilda was bellowing nonsense now.

"Mommy wishes she had milk for baby! Milk gone bye bye! Milk all gone!"

Richard thought of the most fun thing he could do in this moment. He unlatched his mouth from Hilda's tits and pushed her to her back on the bed. He scurried up her frame, now poised over her rib cage without dropping all his weight. Her big mountains were before him and his member was hard and erect. Gripping her titties and pushing them apart, he slid his big shaft slowly between her twin towers.

"Give it to me, baby!" Hilda cried out as her mountains flopped and jiggled from where she was lying on her back on the king-sized bed. "Let me squeeze them around your big firehose, honey."

"Yes, Hilda," Richard Dicker grunted as he manuevered his big schlong between her fleshy mounds that rose from her chest like sweet quivering swells of desire that she carried as a heavy burden just for him. Hilda's boobies were sweating a little too, glistening as they got so hot that they felt like they would scald him. "So big and firm, yet so soft and pillowy. Mmmmmm, they feel so good to me. Sandwich my dick so hard between them. Yes, that's the way."




A Tale Of Two Titties



Miss Humper adroitly pressed her happy damp juggies around her daughter's boyfriend's father's big long fuckstick and then began to move them around in circles, making his johnson feel the reverberating wiggling and shaking and soft texture of the masses of basketball sized boob flesh that surrounded and encompassed it on all sides, making his wee wee tingle and surge with the early pleasures of what always proved to be a radical explosion, another victim of Hilda's boobie trap that was her cleavage. Just days before, her son Henry and his twelve inch cock had been another victim of her mountainous knockers and cavernous cleavage when his giant organ had been sliding up and down between his mother's big set of boobies. It had ended in a radical explosion when Henry finally came.

"Slide it, Richie," Hilda said within a deep breath of carnality as she reveled in her dirty afternoon fun. "Come on, wee wee warrior, slide that pee wee slab up and down between momma's big whoppers. You know you fucking want to."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Mr. Dicker cried in a wall-shaking fit of happiness and wee wee stimulation that went from deep in his balls to the very tip of his pee pee hole. "That feels like heaven."

The middle-aged man began to thrust his stalk up and down as he delicately balanced himself right above her abdomen and rib cage. Hilda smiled at him behind the natural wonders of her breasts that loomed high and almost hid her angel face. This was one angel that had the devil in her, Richard thought as his manhood traveled the distance of her track of cleavage until it touched her chin. This was why Hilda liked to be tittiefucked by guys who were hung like horses. Her titties and her mouth got some wee wee at the same time. In and out he thrust, making his thrusts so deep that her open mouth and thick lips took in his member as it made its way to the sublime area of her hungry orifice.

"Mmmmmphhhh!" Hilda managed to muffle as she swallowed the end of his cock again. "Faster, Richie, faster!"

Mr. Dicker gripped her giant boobs with both hands and caused them to tightly boobclench him as he fucked them at a faster, frenzied and furious rate of intensity. Richard was one good boobiefucker and Miss Humper was wild and wet and being pleasured quite a lot.

"Oh my goodness!" Richard exclaimed as he felt her tongue flick at his mushroom head as he made another wee wee journey between her pretty titties. "Holy shit, that tingles so much."

Hilda agreed and her pussy was wet to prove it.

Richard Dicker felt Hilda Humper's warm mouth touch his penis as he humped her between her big titties, his girth reaching a great distance to ensure that she got to give the head that she so craved giving.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Richard let out a gasp of air as unspeakable tickles and twinges of sensation coursed gradually through the length of his weenie as it plowed a path between the mountainous hills before him that jiggled and bounced and swayed with the fucking. "Holy shit, Hilda! They are so wonderful!"

"Yes, they fucking are," Hilda agreed as she looked up at the incoming rocket wee wee that slid towards her face and into her mouth. "Mmmmmmph! Tasty hot dog. Lots of pre-cum wee wee juice coming out of it for me too."

A trickle of sticky jizz dangled like spittle from the tip of Richard's rapidly thrusting stalk of manhood. Miss Humper lapped it off as fast as a frog snagging a fly with his extra long tongue. It was that rapid of a movement for her. The big-boobied femme fatale loved cum very much.

"Ooooooooo," Hilda whispered as Richard grabbed her whopping tits and he fucked them so hard that it hurt when his pee wee stick went into her mouth. "How long can you last, baby?"

The tittiefucking was getting noisy now, for the deep divide of Hilda's cleavage was slick with sweat. It caused his screwing to make a funny squeaking sound as he dicked her for what seemed to be forever. Mr. Dicker thought that her sweaty boobs felt great and the glistening perspiration made his cock slide like a dream and gave it a soothing and fresh feeling of virility. He couldn't believe he had lasted as long as he had. Richard at 45 was fucking like a champ and he hoped that he could last for a long time. In reality though, he wanted release. Dicker wanted to feel the sharp tinge of pleasure shoot through the inside of the tube of his penis with every shot of love juice, splashing her titties and face and leaving them awash in his fluid that Hilda loved so much, just like her daughter Harriet did when he bathed her lithe high school cheerleader body with the thick streams that had burst from his loins with more force than he ever remembered.

"Tee hee," Hilda giggled as her titan ta tas rocked and his nine inch staff squeaked humorously between their grandeur. "Fucky, fucky, fucky. My mammies are loving this crazy squeaky wee wee shit. Ha ha ha."

With this, Richard had to laugh as well, but he never slowed the pace and instead roughly pushed her soft jugs tightly around his sweat- slick wee wee. It was at this point that he felt the twinge of joy at the end of his cock that always preceded an explosion. Hilda's bouncing basketball bazooms were taking him to paradise. The beautiful fleshy milkers shook their pillowy skin around his manhood. Their nipples were sharp points of desire and he took each one between thumb and forefinger and yanked upward as he felt his resistance give way and give her the gift that until now was dormant within his nutsack.

And then Richard Dicker was over the edge, plunging headlong into the abyss of pleasure as his wee wee mined the abyss of her cleavage and began to squirt his imminent satisfaction as a paean to her blessed assets, blasting rocket-like once again onto her boobies and partially into her giving and talented mouth whose thick lips were open and ready for this sustenance.

"Yes!" the older man screamed. "This is the fucking motherload!"

Meanwhile:

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Harriet Humper cried as the warm water sprayed down on her jizz-covered body and two of her tiny fingers probed the far reaches of her tingly young pussy. "Oh, damn! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!"

The young high school senior let the water rinse over every inch of her supple body as she gave her pussy some stimuli with her dexterous little feminine fingers and it made her scream so loud that it echoed in the expansive spacious bathroom. Harriet's boobies bobbed and swayed as she played with herself in an intimate and shameless act of self-indulgence that was a frequent activity for her. Harriet laughed as she thought of her horny mother in the other room fucking the man that her young offspring had been with just minutes before her. "Sometimes Mom can be such a slut," Harriet thought. But she knew what it was like to want nothing more than a dick and a load of cum every day and not being able to stop her desires. Harriet had remembered being just a little girl and seeing her mother with her eighteen-year-old male babysitter, paying him not just with money, but with trade as well. Nobody was more talented in bed than Hilda Hannah Humper. Harriet would peek through the hole in the wall and see her mother in her bedroom with scores of men. Hilda was shameless in how slutty and horny she could be in her pursuits. But Harriet was just enjoying the thought of what she had just done with Mr. Dicker as she gave her little cunny a good happy fingering that made her feel reinvigorated and alive.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Oh, fucking shit, oh, fucking holy wee wee rockets in cunnyville! Tickle, tickle, tickle! Wheeeeeeeeee!"

Harriet became a little child when she fingered her little nub of a clit, crying out and using nursery sorts of words to express her bliss. Harriet wanted to enjoy her shower sufficiently before she went back in the bedroom to help her mother give maximum tittage and pleasure to Richard Dicker's insatiably wild sexual appetite and nine inch pee pee pole. Harriet thought that the older man was one of the best men she had ever been with in bed and that was saying quite a lot. There had been multitudes of wee wees in her mere eighteen-year- old slot. Some had been very big, some little teeny weeny and others in between. Harriet preferred the big jumbo logs like Mr. Dicker had given her. Just thinking of it made her fingers slide more quickly and probe more deeply inside of her wet pussy as the shower head rinsed all the baby goo off of her beautiful flesh.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Harriet squealed and writhed beneath the stream of H2O that cascaded down. "I need a dick! I need a fuck! I am coming now, now, now! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The younger Humper's whole perfect body quaked as the orgasm of a lifetime paid her for all her deft fingerwork. Harriet Holly Humper shook and screamed as bursts of pleasure washed over her making her eyes clench shut and almost cross. She was crying like a happy baby now with the release and the blessed flush of fucking sensation that possessed her in this moment. Harriet fell to the floor of the tub and felt her wet pussy gush with her sweet feminine secretions.

"Oh, shit, yes!" Harriet begged. "Let me die with an orgasm like this because I know what heaven is like!"

And she did. She would find it in even more supply as soon as she made it to the next room where a humping haven of heavenly bliss awaited her. Harriet would hump her way to paradise. She would screw her way to nirvana. She would fuck her way to freedom.

"Oooooooweeeeeee!" Hilda squeaked as her big bulging boobies clenched and squeezed Richard's spitting and sputtering weenie that doused her with its load. "Spray me with that big long wee wee son of a bitch! Fucking cover me, baby!"

Richard obeyed her sex-obsessed request for a generous contribution of wee wee juice to the area of her general person. The 45-year-old man grunted and groaned as forceful shot after forceful shot exited from the pent-up trunk and then out through the spongy mushroom head of his jumbo johnson. Tittie surrounded it on all sides working and milking it of its fluid that went smilingly in Hilda's blond hair and on her sexy face and also her waiting mouth. Richard's sticky goo was bathing her a little on her breasts too as well as quenching her thirst when she finally wrapped her lips around the squirting tip of his rod.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Ooooooooo! Aaaaaaahhhh!" Miss Humper intoned in between gulps of his bounty. "Wee wee spray like a fountain over me! Give me every drop to digest or to feel on my skin just like I feel the hard plump size of you between my big fucking mammie bazooms! Oooooo, yes!"

The school teacher sucked down every last ounce of him as she now held him firmly both between her titties and between her thick ruby red lips that fluttered around his pee wee head, as she had taught Harriet to call a man's mushroom tip. At the same time she pushed her breasts tighter around him and began to work them in circles, stimulating and draining the last bit of reserve from his long planting tool. Hilda was shameless in her sexual hunger and was not afraid to get all she could from the sweet moment. But this moment of tittiefucking wee wee fun was interrupted and they, both Hilda and Richard, looked back as the door of the bedroom swung abruptly open and a towel-dried and glisteningly squeaky clean Harriet Humper walked unashamedly naked through the door.

"Hi, honey," Hilda smiled at her daughter as she still held Mr. Dicker's cock proudly between her mountainous twin swells of pride and joy. "Is my girl all cleaned up and ready to give Richie's dicky a little added fun?"

Hilda giggled at the things that she had apparently taught her girl about taking what she wanted in the sack. Harriet had learned the lessons well and now both mother and daughter would bring their talents to bear on a man and his penis. They would give him heaven in the sheets with their pussies and oversized breasts as well as their talented mouths. Hilda and Harriet were both excited and ready to fuck. They would leave poor Richard spent. They would drain every drop from him.

"That was a long shower, babe," Hilda Humper said to her nude and smiling daughter that sat her perfect plump round ass down on the edge of the bed where her mother had a spent nine inch cock between her giant juggies. "I feel like I need one after this big fucker has drenched me like it has. I just drank a gallon of fucking cum. Tee hee hee! Gosh, I feel like I am about to drown, baby!"

"Oh, Mom," Harriet replied, patting her mom on the ankle and sighing, slightly amused with her mother's promiscuity and endless ability to shag. "And I bet you are ready to keep going too, aren't you?"

"Damn fucking straight, hon," the elder Humper said matter-of-factly to her young girl that had inherited her full-figured body and insatiable fuckability that the men never turned down when she offered their wee wee rockets some pussy to fuck. "I need a big throbbing pee wee wee wee in my hungry cute little kitty cat that is purring for a pecker as we speak."

Hilda licked Mr. Dicker's cock as she still embraced it boobie wise. The woman whose tits would make Dolly Parton green with envy, washed off his worn out wee wee with her tongue.

"Yowwww!" Richard Dicker let out a cry of pleasure as she gave him a whole-hearted wee wee wash as she deftly slid him out from the confines, the special confines of her creamy cleavage track that was now awash with her warm and sopping sweat that smelled not sour, but like apples.

Hilda used the towel that Harriet had brought from the shower to wipe all the sweat and most of the jizz off of her face, her hair and her tired fucked out titties. The 38-year-old sat up in bed still in nothing but her birthday suit and her boobs bobbed as she shifted on the mattress. She was sitting beside her equally nude daughter and they both laughed as Richard fell to his back spent, and moaned with the knowledge and afterglow of a very very satisfactory set of ejaculations that still made his trunk and pee pee hole tickle with joy.

"Oh, shit, ladies," Dicker managed. "You wore this old boy out completely."

"We ain't done with you yet, honeychild," Hilda cooed, licking her chops like a ravenous animal as she studied his outstretched form on the bed. "We are going to drain you dry, darling."

Hilda touched her now completely clean breasts that were still damp and pushed them roughly together.

"Yes, baby," Harriet squealed loudly as she touched her cunny. "Richie, we aren't even close to being done with that happy wee wee rocket heady of yours. Not by a long shot."

Harriet knelt beside him on the bed and touched his face with her big left bosom and smiled brightly, making her face look like an angel. Her blonde mane brushed his member as she turned to look at her mother knowingly, ready for some teamwork.

"Come on, Mom. Let's show him what the Humper girls can do!"

"I am so proud of you sometimes," Hilda told her daughter as she sat down on the other side of Richard Dicker and brought her big right breast down to gently slide against his cheek, which by now was flushed with fatigue.

"I am a lucky man," Dicker breathed out as his sagging penis began to inflate with new sexual life as it steadily resurrected itself anew. "This is the best day of my life."

"Not yet," Hilda and Harriet resounded in unison. "But we are going to let you enter titan tittie heaven!"

And they would and he had wood. This was not the first time that the mother-daughter team had let a man feel the full heavenly sensation that the two of them together could bring. They also knew that they were about to enter wee wee heaven, a place where their sweet cunnies found all that they could ingest and endure for one solitary day that neither of them would ever forget.

"Wheeeeeee!" the younger Humper screamed out with happiness.

It was the beginning of something great.

And it was great. It was tittie-sucking, wee wee-fucking spectacularly humparific. The Humper broads gave Mr. Dicker double the pleasure and double the fun, to borrow from a commercial jingle that always used blonde beauty to sell a product that was largely insignificant in the scheme of things. Richard lay on his back moaning as young Harriet Humper was on top of him impaled to the hilt on his staff and bouncing up and down like she was in a rodeo show. In this case she was having a rough and exhilarating ride on the baloney pony. Hilda on the other hand was crouched just behind his head and leaning only slightly forward. Only slightly because that was all that was necessary to press her big dangling breast to his mouth. Richard suckled at her ballooning bazoom like it was feeding time.

"Oh, yes!" Harriet hollered out in the throes of the moment's fuckfest and astonished at the ability of "old" Mr. Dicker in the sack, considering that he had just shot his wad twice earlier. He was still scrumping like a champ though. "Oh, fucking wistful wee wee Wednesdays! Richie, you talented fucker! I fucking love you!"

And she did. Harriet adored this man and his nine inch wee wee so much. It was one of the reasons that she had sex with him practically every week, always unknown to Richard's son, and her boyfriend, Chuck Dicker. But what Chuck didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Now Harriet gave the elder Dicker the most deft fuck that she and her precious pussy could muster.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Hilda Hannah Humper intoned as the fuckee's lips sucked more frenzied, and more frenzied because he was trying to fuck and suck simultaneously. "Feed, hungry baby, feed! Suck, hungry boy! Momma wants her big boy to get all full! She wants her baby to drink from her mommy milky mammie mounds!"

Hilda's triple J cup udders didn't give milk, but she knew that they could weaken any man's knees and harden any man's cock. The 38-year- old teacher took great pride in this fact and watched daily as it was confirmed again and again. It was in this moment her titties, coupled with her daughter's cunny, that was keeping this man's pee wee rising time after time.

"Yeeeehhaaaaaaa!" Harriet cried in the same way that the Duke boys did when they jumped in the General Lee as she took hold of her mother's hands and they braced each other for the double teaming that took place.

Harriet's little bitty cunny was on the verge of an orgasm and she excitedly anticipated it as her bobbing on his long pole of an organ grew even faster as it jutted up and into her sweet slot. Richard thrust and humped upward, driving his wee wee pole into her lush honeypot while still sucking Hilda like a starving and ravenous infant, now biting and gnawing and gripping her right tittie with his teeth to make her scream out in both rapture and a slight sensation of pain that she liked to bring occasionally into the mix.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Richard sighed between mouthfuls of tit. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Finally he could hold back no longer and gripped Harriet's buxom, but cheerleader-like hips as he jetted his deep satisfaction into her glove-tight tunnel, feeling the pleasure that became a volcano in his loins explode so forcefully that the room began to spin and he saw trails of light twinkle before his eyes. Harriet too found her joy as an orgasm made her body ripple and her sweet young boobs jostle and sway with the force of it. As she came he could feel the walls of her vagina tighten and loosen and finally get so wet that he felt like a dam had burst within her. Oh, it felt good to him. The fucking and the nursing and the heaven of two perfectly sculpted bodies gyrating upon him. They were so hungry, so yearning for the joys that only sex and the body could bring. Richard smiled and his eyes fluttered as over his head two pairs of hands were locked, locked into a pact of pleasure.

"Wow, you sweet thing," Harriet managed when her vibrations had finally ended. "That one is going to be in my highlight film. There have been very few times I have been touched that deeply before. Mmmmmmmm, boy!"




A Tale Of Two Titties



She dismounted as she spoke and giggled when his cock made a wet pop as it exited her wet pussy and slipped from the opening of her labia.

Hilda and her hooters had taken a break and she was sprawled on the empty side of the large king-sized bed holding her tingling assets and softly cooing like a tiny child with the fruition of good sensation that Richard's sucking had brought her. Miss Humper unashamedly began to finger her cunny and used her little feminine digits to rub her clit. She did this right in front of Richard and Harriet as they got up to clean themselves off from the wet and sticky goo that their fuck had entailed.

"Come on, baby, take a shower with me," Harriet Humper tempted him as they stepped into the bathroom. "I'll suck your wee wee and then sud him up and scrub him clean. Get Mr. Happy all clean and shiny and in good working order."

"I'm not eighteen, honey," Richard Dicker said, smiling winsomely as he nonetheless entered the bathroom with her. "I can't do it as many times as I could when I was in college and going at it like a rabbit."

"Come on, you sweet cock," Harriet cajoled him with her young, but erotic appeal as she pushed the door closed behind her. "Hold on a sec though, sweets. I have to pee pee first though. Want to watch my pink little lips spray?"

"Sure, Harriet," Mr. Dicker said, blushing a little at the thought of her taking a pee pee in front of him.

"Hold it," the young Humper spoke as she sat her pretty young ass down on the toilet seat and prepared to do her business. "While I am doing it I want you to come and stand real close to me and let me hold your dick in my mouth as I take my pissy. Come on and slide it in cause I need to pee pee really bad."

"I don't know if I can get it hard again," the older man awkwardly replied as she situated her plump bottom on the camode.

"Come here," Harriet hornily demanded as she pulled him close to her and snatched his sagging manhood in her hands and raised its trunk until it was right in front of her face and then pressed it against her lips. "I will make this big fucker hard again now. I want you to watch me pee pee as I suck on Mr. Wee Wee. It will feel so good, baby."

Harriet took the sagging length of him in her hands very tightly and then guided the head of his penis into her pursed lips. After she did she began to loudly slurp on the tip of his penis and then sighed as she began to pee, a thin yellow stream spraying from her little pussy and resounding in the water of the toilet bowl. Harriet emptied her bladder at the same time that she began to lick and hungrily slurp on his member like a child with a lollipop or an ice cream bar on a summer day. She acted like he was going to melt in the heat of passion the way she tried to devour him. Harriet's stream grew stronger and she pissed so much that Richard thought that she must have drank a gallon of water earlier. He watched the spray of her urine as it expelled itself through her nice lush pussy lips and he could imagine how much better her bladder must be feeling. He was thinking all this even as she gave him a blow job. It was taking some doing, but Dicker thought that he felt some twinges of life coming back into his rod and that it was again filling with blood as her ruby reds gave it a wee wee washing. Sometimes the middle-aged man's virility shocked even him. He could not remember having had this much sex since he and Harriet had gone on a picnic a month or so before. They had done it an amazing four times in the span of two hours on the green grass and a blanket that she had brought along.

"Yes, sweetie," Richard managed in just a whisper as he reached to hold her blonde head as she blew him. "That feels so good. Oh my!"

Harriet finally finished taking her pee pee and rose from the toilet, slipping Richard's cock from her mouth and then, turning her sumptuous body toward the camode, flushed it. Richard Dicker winced at the cessation of her talented sucking as she pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped into the huge shower area that was one of Richard's favorite parts of his house.

"Get the fuck in here," Harriet Humper said in a giggly voice as she grabbed him again by the cock. "And I will suck, suck, suck you and fuck, fuck, fuck you. I want that big happy fucking wee wee rocket heady shooting off in my mouth and in my everloving fucking cunny again, honey. Now get the fuck in here with me."

Richard smiled. He knew that Harriet always used lots and lots of profanity when she was horny. He was ready to try to do the impossible and satiate her horniness, which of course was an impossibility and a futile thing to attempt. The best thing for a man to do was just to indulge it and enjoy the tingly good results of that indulgence.

"Mmmmmmmm," the young girl moaned as she turned on the shower and let its warm water spray her sticky body down for the second time in this intense afternoon of fucking. "Now that feels nice. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Harriet's labored breath rushed out of her.

"I'm coming in, baby doll," Mr. Dicker replied as he stepped into the warm shower with his young lover, still sporting his erection which her sucking had grown and her lack of sucking had not destroyed. "Harriet, baby?"

"Yes, lover?" little Miss Humper cooed, turning towards him with her big tits jarring with her movement and her arms outstretched. "What does sweetheart want from his little girl now?"

Harriet's wet hair was pushed back and her body sparkled with many beads of water, shining on her porcelain skin now like a thousand points of light. Her breasts were enormous and prominent as they jutted out invitingly towards him and her perfectly sculpted body moved ever closer until they pressed into his chest, squashing against him in a mass of pillowy flesh. Harriet's little right hand curled around his nine inch erection and her lips slid slowly toward his and hungrily kissed him. Richard opened his lips and their tongues began to writhe and snake into each other's mouths. Her hand slid up and down on his penis and she stoked it to a heated pitch of passion that demanded eventual release. Harriet pulled away from his kiss and her mouth went to his ear to kiss and to whisper softly into it.

"I love you," Harriet breathed in a hushed voice whose air tickled the side of the older man's face. "Especially the wee wee part of you. I love every moment that you inflict the hot fire of your passion upon me and fuck me like we are animals writhing and satisfying our heated urges. That big fucking dick clobbering my insides like a rigid column of carnal construction and insidiously delightful instrumentation. I want you. I need you so much right now. I want us to fuck all day and all night. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! You good good talented fucker. I want you to do me so many times. Be my seven fucker today, my wee wee king. Please, Richie!"

Harriet was so full of unrequited desire that she was intending to try to placate on the length of his penis. Richard now was also delirious with her coital rhetoric that made him feel like he could be with her here forever. Surging in her breasts, so large and round and heavy and magnificient were two throbbing meccas of sexual worship, and in her tight, young, wet, talented and heated love canal was the channel that linked him to the heavenly and intoxicating current of her unceasing sensual dreamworld that she seemed always to be lost in like a little lamb in the wood. As the water cascaded down upon the couple, Richard knew that this was a day that should be forever treasured and one that may never be repeated in its intensity and raucous endurance.

"Oh, sweetie," Harriet whispered to him under the showerhead. "Kiss my titties and suck them hard."

And in the other room:

"Oh, yes," Hilda Humper cooed as she writhed upon the bed, two of her fingers buried in her cunny and rubbing her clit madly as her body shook and her boobs jumped. "Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! Oh, shit! Holy fucking shit!"

Miss Humper came again and again, her orgasm sending her into what looked like an epileptic seizure, but was in reality just a raucously grand climax. She smiled as her pussy gushed its sweet juices onto her fingers and the bedspread that was already stained with some of Richard's ejaculation. Hilda smiled as her firm body flushed with pleasurable waves of an always delightful afterglow. Her little cunny twinged faintly and she giggled and then moaned like a fucked out cheerleader, which she, like her daughter, had been back in high school. Like her daughter, whom she was so proud of, she had sucked and fucked the dicks of nearly the entire football team. And now, years later, Hilda Humper had no intention of slowing down with her incessant sex life. She was now fucking students and the principal and some of her daughter's boyfriends, as well as the janitor Charlie whom she had just been with last week in the school restroom. They had done everything imaginable and probably would do it all over again this week with Charlie dicking her in a janitor's closet. Hilda chuckled as she heard the moans and labored breathing of Harriet and Richard Dicker coming from the shower in the bathroom. Harriet, like her mother, could never get enough and she could hear Richard cry out in joy and the loud slurping of lips on flesh as the young girl sucked very hard on his penis. Harriet was a real hellcat, Hilda thought as she laid down on the bed. Suddenly she was roused from her lanquished state by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Racing to the window she saw that it was Richard Dicker's son and Harriet's boyfriend, Chuck. Hilda figured that they must have canceled the basketball game that he was supposed to be away at.

"Oh, shit," Hilda cursed as she thought of Chuck discovering his girlfriend with his dad in the shower. She had to do something.

Hilda threw on her clothes with a bolt and fixed her mussed up blond hair and went downstairs. She knew that Chuck would not know that Harriet was there because her car was not in the driveway. A friend had dropped her off at the Dicker house. Hilda reached the door just as the key turned and smiled when Chuck opened the door. She knew that Chuck was aware of her and his dad occasionally being together. It was him finding out about Harriet that she was trying to avoid. This whole thing was getting to be a morass of details that were so ridiculous that they were almost unbelievable in nature.

"Hi, sweetie," Hilda greeted eighteen-year-old Chuck as he took a step into the house. "How are you?"

"Oh, hi, Miss Humper," Chuck Dicker replied with a smile that he always had when he saw her sexy presence. "What a surprise to see you."

"Yes, Chuck. Your father and I were just visiting," Hilda said weakly. "He is in the shower right now."

"I'll bet he is," Chuck said with a knowing, but slightly amused retort. "I am going to run up to my room and get some money. I will be right back."

Hilda panicked and knew that if he did he would hear Richard and Harriet moaning in the shower. She had to do something.

"I have some extra money, babe," Hilda said evenly as she fished a wad of bills out of the pocket of her blouse. "Here, sweetie. Been saving this for a rainy day."

"Oh, Miss Humper," Chuck gave her an uncomfortable look. "I can't just take your money. I would feel bad."

"Don't, hon," Hilda replied as she pressed the bills into his hand with her silky fingers that brushed his wrist suggestively. "I make quite a bit."

Chuck winced and then grinned.

"Thanks, Miss Humper. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Chuck. You are my daughter's boyfriend and that is enough in itself."

"Thanks, Miss Humper," Chuck kindly spoke as he smiled at her.

"My, he is a well-mannered boy," Hilda thought to herself.

Manners were so important these days when kids were so ill-behaved and hedonistic. These were the high schoolers that turned selfish and self-absorbed in their adulthood because of thinking sex was the only thing that was important, Hilda pondered. This was one reason why the teacher took a lot of the boys and let them get their wee wees in the water, so to speak and fuck her till all those sex thoughts were out of their minds and not clogging their thoughts which should be on school work anyway. The only way was letting those eighteen-year-olds use their well developed wee wees on her and letting them empty all that pent-up wee wee juice that boys have into her tight little cum dumpster.

"I better go upstairs and check out my CD collection. I need a CD for the road," Chuck said, startling Hilda from her thoughts and resurrecting her fear of the youngster finding his girlfriend and his parent in the shower by their moaning which would gave them away.

"Wait a minute, honey," Hilda cooed as she put her hands on the youth's shoulders. "I have a better idea."

"What's that?" Chuck replied innocently.

"Why don't you check me out instead?" Hilda huskily replied as her hands began to move from his shoulders to his chest. "You might find me very interesting."

Hilda's hands slid silkily over Chuck's clothing and her fingers deftly grasped at his crotch.

"Huh?" Chuck sputtered in surprise.

"Feels like it's getting hard already!" Hilda squealed as her right hand stroked the groin area of Chuck's khaki pants until a lump appeared to be growing there. "See, there's Mr. Wee Wee popping up to say hello!"

"Whoooooaaahhhhh," Chuck managed in shock. "Miss Humper, are you sure this is okay?"

"Okay?" Hilda said in a defensive voice. "Chuck, you are getting a rare opportunity. You are at a point in your development when you are moving to adulthood. This will, I promise you, make you a man. But if you refuse you will feel wimpy for the rest of your life. Plus, doesn't my rubbing your wee wee feel good?"

"Oh, yes!" Chuck grinned and spit the words excitedly out. "Miss Humper, this is okay!"

Hilda laughed and undid his belt and then unbuttoned his pants and yanked down the zipper. The swollen pole, covered only by his briefs, was jutting out like a rifle pointed point blank in her face. Miss Humper greedily ripped down his underwear and grabbed the rigid stalk before her. At just over seven inches Chuck was right in the size range that she preferred. Hilda dropped to her knees before him and held his wee wee in front of her face and looked closely at it, like a scientist with a microscope.

"I just love these nice young cocks," the horny Humper breathed as she let her lips pucker around the very tip of its thick mushroom top and her tongue linger at his pee pee hole. "Mmmmmmmmppphhhhhh!"

The young Dicker let his hands go to Hilda's head and slide into the tangle of her blonde mane of gorgeous hair.

"Oh, Miss Humper," Chuck managed as she took his pee wee head entirely into her mouth which felt warm as she began to make his member throb with sensational tickles that caused his whole body to feel chilled within the moment. "I love checking you out."

By now, Hilda was taking his penis in and out as she slid her head up and down on his phallus until it was as slick as glass. With her hands she rubbed his swollen balls that felt now like two powder kegs that were about to explode in a shot.

"Oh, shit!" was all young Chuck said.

Hilda was a little disappointed as Chuck began to come in her mouth. It had happened too quick and she couldn't figure out whether it was an insult or a compliment to her wee wee sucking blow job powers.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Chuck groaned as all the built up baby goo forcefully was deposited from his penis into her mouth that sucked it down like an alcoholic with a fifth of liquor.

"Did that feel good, sweetie?" Hilda Humper asked young Chuck Dicker as she slid him sloppily from her mouth. "Cause sucking your big manly wee wee is oh so much fun to me."

"Oh, y-y-y-yes, Miss Humper," Chuck stammered through breathing that sounded like a locomotive. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, baby," Hilda said as she pushed him back onto the couch and slid his shirt off of him. "Let that big cock say it all for you."

Hilda began to undress slowly, almost as if she were doing a strip tease for the eighteen-year-old boy whose girlfriend was even now upstairs getting fucked. Hilda undid her blouse and slowly opened it just enough so he could see the edges of her gloriously large mammaries and the creamy white acres of cleavage that they sported. Then, like a professional stripper, she jerked open her top until the twin swells of her buxom boobs tumbled into view. Their nipples were erect and hard as stones and they bobbed almost imperceptively in a way that hypnotized Harriet's boyfriend. Miss Humper was so large in this area and so massive. Her breasts were round and heavy, yet delicate and soft to the touch. They were Hilda's pride and joy and she showed them to as many men as she possible could and let myriad legions of horny males suck and nurse them like eager infants at feeding time while she carressed and often sucked their wee wees until they exploded, either in her hand or in her mouth.

"You like Hildy's boobies?" Hilda breathed huskily as she dropped her blouse to the carpet and began to shake her titanic ta tas. "I want you Chucky for a nice sucky and then maybe a hard hot fucky. I want that nice young cock inside of me. I want that big fucking slab of a fucking wee wee in my pretty little cunny squirting momma a big thick load of baby batter just like you just put in her mouth. It was a yummy cummy wee wee just gave me. Mmmmm, mmmmm."

Chuck gaped at her wide-eyed. Part of it was shock and the rest of it was because of the realization of his good fortune. He and Hilda being together had always been a secret fantasy that he had held and yearned for. Now it was coming to fruition at last. He couldn't believe his luck.

"Mmmmmmm," Hilda moaned again as she frantically shucked her skirt that revealed her to be wearing no panties underneath. "I want it, Chuck. I need it from you now."

The 38-year-old beauty dropped to all fours and turned her substantial, but firm ass in his direction. It was a heavenly sight to the eager lad and his cock began to swell, renewed by the angelic body crouched before him.

"Now give it to me. Do me doggie style, cowboy," Hilda begged as she wagged her round voluptuous ass invitingly to him. "Slide Mr. Happy on in my snug canal and fuck me."

Hilda's giant breasts hung and touched the floor as they swung heavily pendulum-like where he could watch them move. Chuck was so hot for this woman. She was a picture of full-figured beauty. Her boobs, her ass and her toned legs all drove him wild with desire. He went to the floor and slid closer to her sweet rear end. Chuck's manhood was a thick rigid trunk as it touched the pink nether spot near her ass. Hilda was a little moist already.

"Yes, baby!" the hellcat groaned. "Put Mr. Happy inside of me! Slide him into my sheath!"

Chuck eased forward and cried out as his phallus penetrated her wet femininity like a hot knife cutting through butter. It felt so wonderful. He felt Miss Humper's insides hug his cock as he slid further into her slot. He throbbed as she squeezed him so tight.

"Oh, Miss Humper!" Chuck Dicker sighed. "This feels good!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Hilda responded as she moved her ass ever so slightly and Chuck was transfixed by the gentle movement of her knockers. "Now fuck me."

Chuck wasn't one to disobey and he began to buck against her, making his penis slide in and out in a slow rhythmic motion that set him on fire.

"Oof! Oof! Oof!" Chuck Dicker grunted as his dick slid in and out of Hilda Humper's slick pussy. "Oh, shit, it feels so good!"

"Oooooooooooo!" Hilda reciprocated as she wagged her pretty ass and made his cock feel sensational. "Wee wee me, baby! Wee wee me, you big wee weed daughterfucker! I love this fucking shit!"




A Tale Of Two Titties



Young Chuck placed his hands on her firm buttocks as his penis found its mark with each dive into her wet fragrant muff. His eyes were closed and he cried out as her pussy massaged his pecker each time it pierced her feminine slot. Chuck's slick and quick penetration was so fucking pleasurable that he thought that he had reached the heights of paradise. He had never, even with his girlfriend Harriet's skillful fuck sessions, felt anything that remotely matched this. Harriet had a great body and a tight pussy, but her mother had skills that were unfathomable in their adroit ability to stimulate a man's member. Chuck's seven inch phallus tingled from the tip of its tiny peehole to the base of its length and then down into the deep recesses of his balls that slapped against her backside with every plunge into her sopping wet honeypot. Wee wee, wee wee slamming all the way home. Chuck couldn't believe how slick she was on the inside and how easy and quick he slid in and out of Hilda's cunny.

"Owwwwwww!" Hilda grunted in response to his grunting thrusts into her hole. "So big and so thick! Now fuck me harder, baby!"

"Oh, yes!" Chuck moaned as he sped up his rhythm and watched as his penis jetted in and out of her like a machine in a factory that was running at full speed. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, fuck!"

Hilda had her breasts practically buried in the carpet and the rest of her body pressing into it with only her big rear end pointing into the air so he could access her tight oozing wet slot. Her face was down near the floor and she was jerking her body and screaming every time he slammed forcefully against her. Hilda's sweet juices now ran down the backs of her well-toned legs in thick streams. Chuck wetted his fingers in it and then slapped the left cheek of her ample ass.

"Spank me, baby!" Hilda begged and then cooed like a baby. "Hildy's been a bad girl, a naughty dirty girl! She's let all the boys get their little wee wees into her girly hole!"

Chuck now fucked her doggie style and vigorously spanked her round fanny every time he slipped inside of her deep soaking tunnel. Hilda yelled louder and louder after he began to spank her bottom and her body writhed against his hard long stalk as it touched her deep inside where it felt really good. Finally Chuck could stand no more and his penis shot off like a firecracker, excreting his thick goo into her pussy in steady shots. Chuck blasted his entire load inside of her in an ejaculation that totaled nearly twelve squirts. The boy screeched as the semen flowed from his weenie like it had been trying to escape for years. The young Dicker had just had the best fuck of his eighteen year life. He had felt the full force of the eldest Humper's sexual capacities and the intense way that she could milk pleasure from any man. It gave him a new appreciation for Hilda and her hungry pussy.

"Mmmmmm, baby," Hilda sighed as her own orgasm finally came with a thundering shake that enraptured her angelic form. "That is one good way to enjoy an afternoon. That was a doozy, Chucky. We'll have to do that again sometime."

Hilda Humper rolled to the floor and turned to grin at her young partner. Her body was sweating and her legs were sticky from her gushing cunny.

Upstairs, Harriet and Richard's rollicking good time was winding down as Richard's penis shot the last load it could muster. Earlier it had been in Harriet's eager mouth, but this one found its home in her equally eager pussy.

"Oh, that was good, Richard," Harriet breathed as they both lay cuddling in the bathtub. "You were so amazing."

"I try, baby," Richard replied, kissing the young girl on the cheek. "For an old man, I can sure keep it up."

"You sure can," Harriet said excitedly as she took his cock and slid it into her mouth.

"Oh no, not again," Richard smiled knowingly as her head began to rise and fall.

Downstairs Hilda was trying to coax the wearied Chuck into another fuck.

"Suck me, honey," Miss Humper begged unashamedly, shoving her mega- sized tits into his face, their gargantuan girth threatening to bury his entire head between their massiveness. "Suck 'em, baby, and get your wee wee good and hard for my pussy. Suck my titties, good fucker. Mmmmmmmmm. Look how big they are, Chuckie. You know you want to suck on 'em. Then you can fuck the shit out of me when you get done sucking the fuck out of my titties."

"Okay, Miss Humper," Chuck finally relented as Hilda grabbed his wee wee and rubbed his little head as his big head delved far into the deep recesses of her insanely deep cleavage.

The insatiable nature of the two women came to bear on the grateful organs of two men who knew that these vixens couldn't get enough and reveled in the tingling earthshaking pleasure that took them to heaven on this sunny afternoon of blissful abandon.

THE END 



A Tale of Two Titties



She lathered up her hands and washed my belly then let one hand run down between my legs where she expertly but gently washed my testicles before she put her hand on my penis. Then just as quickly she removed her hand and lathered them both up some more before she put one hand on my butt and one on my penis and ever so slowly stroked it up and down while she massaged and washed my butt cheeks with her soapy hand. Then she stopped and helped me to rinse off.

I felt a pang of disappointment but I understood that I was just there for a bath.

"Now you are clean, if you want to step out I'll help you dry off." She said after she laid down a towel for me to step onto.

I wasn't used to all the attention, but I was enjoying not having to stretch and bend and turn whichever way.

"Hold onto the vanity and lift your leg onto the side of the tub." She said as she dried between my legs and gently held my testicles while she dried them. Then she held up my penis and slowly dried it with the towel wrapped around the shaft. It just grew and grew and grew.

The towel fell on the floor, Alice fell to her knees, and her mouth simply devoured my hard penis while she gently cupped my testicles in her hand. Her other hand squeezed my bum cheeks and eased me forward towards her mouth. She started to suck and made loud sucking noises as she run her lips further down my shaft and then after maybe a minute I simply lost it and started to squirt my cumjuices in rapid pulses, all into her mouth. She never slowed down and never lost a beat until I had totally finished ejaculating.

Like it had never even happened she removed her mouth and wiped me with the towel then left the room and came back with some clean shorts. Just a few minutes later I was mostly dressed apart from a shirt and we were sat at the kitchen table while she shaved my face. It all seemed to happen so fast that I had to shake my head and make sure I was really awake. She never mentioned the incident in anyway so neither did I.

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Early in the evening we had a really nice tasty supper after she had fed Crystal while sat at the kitchen table. Then after supper we watched some TV for a while in the living room.

"I feel so much safer here Bob, thank you for letting me stay here. Would you mind if I sleep in your bed with you again?" She said as she shocked me.

"That's not a problem Alice." I said.

Later that evening when it got time for bed I went to my bedroom as normal and stripped down to my jockey shorts. Several minutes later Alice came into the bedroom and stood in a corner by the chair and slowly removed all her clothes. I couldn't help but watch as she folded each item that she had removed and placed them neatly on the chair.

Then she picked up a short nightdress and walked away naked to the bathroom. I heard the tap running and guessed that she must be washing as when she came back she was wearing the short nightdress and obviously nothing else.

She may have been a few pounds overweight but it would have been just a few, I estimated that she was about 5 feet 4 inches and weighed approximately 130 lbs. Her long dark hair flowed over her white shoulders and I must say that she had a very nice rounded behind with beautiful milky white cheeks. Her breasts weren't overly huge but they were full and had large dark nipples set in a 3-inch dark circle. 

I eased the sheets back on the other side of the bed and she slid in beside me and snuggled up very close with her arms reaching around my chest. She lightly kissed me on the cheek and thanked me again for helping her when she had nowhere to go. Then her hand lightly stroked my belly and moments later it was sliding over my shorts.

She cupped her hand over my genitals and held them all firmly as she tenderly squeezed for a few minutes before she eased down my shorts until they were easy to just kick off. Then she sat up to remove her nightdress and then laid back down with her breasts tightly pushed into my chest.

Her open legs pushed against my side and I could feel her pubic hair bristling against my thigh as her hand cupped my genitals again. Slowly my penis was responding before she took my hand and placed it on her breasts and every time she pushed and dragged herself on my thigh I swear I could feel her wetness.

She lifted herself up and kissed me on the lips and then brought her swollen nipple to my mouth. I kissed it lightly several times before she squeezed it and made a thin stream of milk flow and then she put it in my mouth. "Suck gently." She murmured.

I sucked gently and tasted her baby milk as it streamed into my mouth and then I stretched out when I felt my penis reach its peak erection and start throbbing. She smiled and brought her other nipple to my mouth as she climbed over me. "Suck gently." She said as she was fully over me and I could feel her smooth bum cheeks sitting back and touching my hard penis.

"Mmmm. More, suck more, a little harder now, oooooh." She murmured then moaned loudly as she moved my penis and trapped it underneath her wet pussy lips and then slid herself back and forth along the shaft. I sucked harder on her nipple and milk gushed into my mouth and I thought that my penis was about to explode as she panted and moaned loudly with every suck that I made.

She reached down and took my swollen penis in her hand and rubbed it between her sopping wet pussy lips and then inserted it just inside her vagina before she sat back and swallowed most of it inside her. Then she let out a beautiful sigh as her head fell back.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, suck harder now father, more, oooooo... fill your mouth with my breast milk, oooooo feed on me father. Suck me, oooooh, keep sucking my nipple and keep my love juices flowing on your hard penis." She cried, with her mouth wide open and her eyes almost rolled back in her head while she started to ride my stiff penis. 

"Oh god." I cried as I pushed upwards and sucked harder on her nipple and another gush of her delicious milk squirted into my mouth and I swear that a different warm gush went onto my penis.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, am I pleasing you father as much as you are pleasing me." She bellowed as she moved much faster and appeared to be in a world of her own. "Keep going, please keep going, oh my dear father should it really be this nice. 

Please father, keep sucking my nipples, harder, drink from me, yesss, yesss, yesss keep sucking. Oh my goodness my love juices keep flowing heavily for you father." She cried as she bounced up and down like she was possessed and I knew it would be all over in a few seconds as she moaned really loud.

I couldn't have stopped myself if my life had depended on it, the intensity was electrifying and I started to ejaculate like never before. Thank god she never stopped or slowed down, she was in a trance and having her own very powerful orgasm. Her wet juicy pussy kept clamping down very tightly on my penis and making me spurt and spurt and spurt like I had never done before.

"Oooooh, oooooh Alice, my god, keep going girl." 

Eventually she did slow down but I swear she didn't come to a complete stop for almost five minutes. But she wanted more. 

"Ah more, more, keep sucking my nipples father...ah yesss, ah yesss, ah yesss more please, suck harder, oh yesss it's so nice, oh yesss, oh yesss it's so nice more, keep sucking harder father. Oh praise the lord, praise the lord, it's so nice and incredible that my love juices just won't stop flowing." All the time she was moaning and moaning in varying intensity and then sighing softly in my ear as she kept squeezing her vagina muscles tightly onto my throbbing penis, which she had brought back to life. 

My hands tightly held onto her smooth undulating bum cheeks as she continued to ride me with such great intensity and I was so excited by her moans of pleasure and by her wild squeezing that I was ready to ejaculate again. 

"Oh Alice, I'm cummin again, sweetheart."

Her eyes lit up again and her vagina milked every drop of cum from my throbbing penis.

My pubic area, genitals and inner thighs were completely soaked in her juices and probably some of mine but the feeling was wonderful.

Then she looked deeply in my eyes and said:

"Will you be my new father please, Bob?" She said as she brought her other dripping nipple to my mouth again.

"Oh, Yes, Alice. I will." I said as I sucked gently and tasted a little more of her tasty breast milk.

"Now suck gently father and you can go to sleep with my nipple in your mouth, you will now be the ONLY man in my life and I will look after your every need until you die."

"Thank you Alice, I will try my best to keep you and Crystal safe." I said before I slowly slipped away into the most peaceful sleep that I had ever had in my entire life.

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