0 comments/ 37460 views/ 2 favorites Kathleen Ch. 1 By: onehand typist Chapter 1: A long Lunch Several years ago I was visiting an old friend when a neighbor of his dropped in. As a connoisseur of large women I was immediately interested since the lady, introduced as Kathleen, looked to weigh almost 250 pounds. About 35, her short blond hair framed a delicate face with large blue eyes, an incredibly smooth unblemished complexion, and full lips, which, I soon discovered, parted often into a quick, stunning smile, usually accompanied by an honest but sexy laugh. Her small double chin added to her charm as did the dimples on her elbows. The bodice of her red silk blouse loosely draped a pair of exceptionally full breasts which jiggled seductively with her animated movements and offered occasional delightful displays of her ample cleavage. The sight of her deliciously full thighs flashed from under a moderately short skirt and the span of her full hips, accentuated by a surprisingly small waist, only served to further excite my interest. As we sat in conversation while gentle wafts of her subtle perfume, an expensive floral fragrance, teased my senses, it occurred to me that she was the absolute personification of many of my most cherished fantasies. In the course of the evening I discovered that she worked as the managing broker for a local real estate firm. As an attorney specializing in real estate tax law, I offered to present a seminar to her office on the latest tax laws relating to real estate. When she happily accepted, I suggested that we meet for lunch to discuss my presentation. Kathleen Ch. 1 "Hey, you're going to spoil your fun too, you know." "OK, I'll be a good girl. Turn around again, I'll do your back for real this time," she said, reaching for the soap. She began to work her soapy hands across my back, actually doing some washing for a few minutes before she got playful again as she started washing my ass. What began as washing my cheeks lead to a finger between them until she was flicking against my sphincter, an area in which I am especially sensitive. When she got bolder and tried for full penetration, I jumped and turned. She burst out laughing. "All right, enough already," I said. "It's my turn to wash you." "Aaaw, what's the matter, baby. I'm just trying to make sure you're clean is all," she giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me, rubbing her full wet body against mine. I continued to kiss her as I picked up the soap from its niche and lathered my hands then began to fondle her breasts. Reaching down, she grasped my now rampant cock and bent it down between her legs so that the top of the shaft was sliding through the groove of her labia and rubbing against her clitoris as she humped her pelvis into me. She broke her kiss, buried her face against my neck and began to whimper. Remembering how she liked to have her breasts mauled, I pinched her swollen nipples, digging my thumbnails into the ends. Her moans grew louder and she began to shudder as she surrendered to her orgasm. Her arms tightened around my neck as she hung on, almost unable to stand. Finally her shuddering eased and her moans became gasps. This amazing woman could come harder than anyone I had ever known. I held her for several minutes slowly rocking her as the water poured down on us. She eventually looked up and I noticed that most of the glazed stare had left her eyes so I whispered, "Think we're clean enough for now?" She smiled and nodded so I reached over and shut off the water then opened the door and stepped out into the steamy room. I reached for one of the extra-large fluffy towels that I prefer. Turning, I and took her hand to helped her from the stall then enveloped her soft white body into the soft white cotton. Pulling a second smaller towel from the rack, I threw it over her head and began to vigorously dry her hair as she stood in silence, her head bowed toward me as I rubbed. When I had gotten most of the water from her hair, I tied the smaller towel around her head as a turban than turned to get a towel to dry myself. As I turned back to face her, she took the towel from my hand and began to gently pat my chest. After kneeling to dry my legs, she took my slowly softening penis in her hands, patted it dried, gave it a quick kiss on the head, then had me to turn around so she could do my back. When she had finished and stood up I leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and asked if she were thirsty. "How did you know?" she asked with a bright smile. "All that exercising is dehydrating," I answered, grinning back at her infectious smile. "What would you like?" "What'cha got?" "I don't remember. Let's go find out." She wrapped her towel around her body under her arms, tucking the end in between her breasts to cover her nipples while showing most of her huge cleavage. As she preceded me back into the bedroom, I could just see her butt cheeks peeking from beneath the towel and later, when she sat on the bed drinking a soda, her blond bush was almost visible between her massive white thighs. I had never see such a sexy towel and could hardly wait to explore its contents further. But all of a sudden I was shy. Given what we had done in the past hour, it made no sense, but I felt awkward about approaching her again so I resorted to one of the oldest seduction ploys I knew. "How would you like a back rub?" I asked. "Is the Pope Catholic?" "Yes, and he's supposedly celibate, too, but he obviously hasn't met you." "I'm not sure how I should take that," she giggled as she stood up. Reaching up, she pulled the end of the towel from between her breasts and unwrapped it from around her body, letting it fall to the floor. She could create more sensuousness in the simple act of taking off a towel than Gypsy Rose Lee could in shedding her whole costume. I went into the bathroom to get a bottle of massage oil and when I returned, she was stretched out on the bed face down with her head resting on her arms. I pulled off my own towel before I sat down on the bed next to her, my hip touching the soft skin of her pillowy thigh, my leaking cock now fully erect again. I poured a generous puddle of the fragrant herbal lotion into my palm then rubbed my hands together to warm the oil before I placed them on the crests of her mountainous derrière and began to slowly sink my fingers into the soft billows of white flesh. Working my way up her back, I oiled her massive pulchritude, kneading the surprisingly firm muscles I felt under the soft outer cushion. Reaching her shoulders, I dug my fingers into the tight muscles at the base of her neck. When I asked if were pressing too hard, she moaned, "Oh, God, no! It feels wonderful. It's been years since I've had such a good massage. If I were a cat, I'd be purring like crazy by now." Using my thumbs, I began to work my way back down along both sides of her spine to her tailbone. I paused to re-oil my hands then straddling her left calf, I leaned forward to place my hands just under the crease at the top of her leg with my thumbs on top and my fingers down the sides, my right hand almost grazing her swollen vulva. She eased her thighs apart and raised her hips, a not so subtle invitation to move my hand higher but I wanted to tease her a while longer so I leaned forward to apply the weight of my upper body and began to work my way down her thigh. Scooting backward as I worked and occasionally adding more oil, I eventually arrived at her foot which I picked up and lay across my thigh. After thoroughly working the sole of her foot, I lifted it and bent down. When she felt my lips close around her big toe she flinched then began to giggle again. "No one's ever done that to me before." "I can quit if you don't like it," I mumbled through a mouthful of toes. "No, I like it. It's just that it kind of tickles but it's turning me on something fierce. I do hope you plan to suck more than toes, though." "Oh, I'll probably figure out something else to do with my mouth before I'm through but why don't you just relax and let me play a while longer." "Well, if you insist." I finished by slithering my tongue between her toes, then laid her foot back on the mattress. Picking up the right one, I proceeded to give it equal time before massaging my way back up her right leg. By the time I had reached the top of her thigh, she was softly moaning and grinding her hips into the bed as if she already had my penis inside of her. Deciding that I had teased enough, I let the fingers of my left hand slide between her dripping labia, gently working my way underneath to make contact with her hard clitoris. Not wanting her to climax again without me inside of her, I pulled my hand away then leaned forward to lay out on top of her large, soft, incredibly sexy body, my hard cock nestled where my hand had been. "Oh, God, yes!" she moaned, raising her hips as the head of my shaft slipped between her wet lips and into the heat of her core. Over the years I have discovered that few things in life ever live up to my imagination which is one of the reasons I so enjoy fantasizing, however, as I lay with my stiff penis buried deep inside Kathleen's magnificent body, it occurred that this was one occasion when the reality far surpassed anything I could imagine. I wanted this ecstasy to go on forever but this lady had me so excited that I was at serious risk of having it end prematurely. And as she ground her hips back against my invading member, I realized I was beyond control, helpless to do anything but surrender to the sensations of her oiled softness caressing me, both from without and within. The explosion this time was even deeper, more possessing than my earlier release into her mouth. The intensity of my climax is impossible to describe. I did not feel the sensation - I became it, possessed by the power of the experience. When I finally returned from somewhere in outer space, I rolled off into my back and lay beside her on the bed, panting. She looked over at me then laughed, "You seem to be pretty good at faking an orgasm too, I notice." "Oh, is that what happened? I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. But then I guess I should expect something like that when I make love to an angel." From behind another stunning smile she said, "Why, thank you. Y'know, you're really a sweet guy." "Well, I appreciate it when a women gives me as much pleasure as you do." "Oh, I've received as good as I've given," she replied as she scooted over to snuggle up against me. Laying a soft thigh over my leg and her cheek on my chest, she reached down to gently cup my drained testicles, a gesture I found especially intimate and comforting. As I reached my arms around her, I marveled at how incredibly peaceful I felt laying with her in my arms. Her massive softness seemed to fit so perfectly against me; I felt as if I could lay like that forever. Kathleen Ch. 2 After having spent such a perfect afternoon in bed with her, I found myself eager to further explore the sensual possibilities of Kathleen. A previously planned trip to the mainland however, to conduct a workshop on real estate exchanges prevented me from getting together with her for the next two weeks. Midway through my trip I called her at work and we talked for a few minutes but the presents of clients in her office precluded any intimate conversation so we simply made a date for dinner upon my return from New York. During my trip, I was surprised at the number of times thoughts of Kathleen came to mind. I realized I was possibly more smitten than I had thought when I passed on an obvious invitation to get better aquatinted with one of the women assigned to help with the logistics of my seminar. As I contemplated returning her interest, it occurred to me that, although she was a very stunning and intelligent lady in her late twenties who could have held her own in a Playboy layout, I really wasn't interested. I had been aware for some time that beauty in a woman and sensuality are often not synonymous but had never before had I let that knowledge stop me from the pursuit of possible pleasure. This time however, while I enjoyed the eye candy, I longed for the more substantial fare I anticipated finding at home. ---=== 000 ===--- After surviving a long flight home and spending the next day slogging through the piles on my desk that always seem to greet my return from mainland trips, I was more than eager as I approached Kathleen's house at seven that evening. I had been celibate for the past two weeks and hoped she was not looking forward to a leisurely dinner downtown. To say that her mood matched mine would be a gross understatement. Swinging the door wide, she stepped into the doorway and suddenly I was overwhelmed, first by the sight and smell of her, than by the sound of her laughter, and finally by her feel and taste as she moved her large softness against me, slid her arms around my neck and pressed her open mouth against mine, forcing her tongue between my lips. Without thought my hands reached around her massive form to grasp her hips, sinking into the soft pillows of flesh and slipping sensuously against the nylon of her peignoir, lustfully pulling her more tightly against me. As I struggled to recover from my surprise and delight, it occurred to me that we would dining in that evening. My next thought was to wonder if two weeks of celibacy was enough for the ordeal of the night ahead. When she finally came up for air, she leaned back in my arms while still pressing her bulging tummy against my rampant cock. "I thought perhaps we'd have hors d'oeuvres here first," she said with a naughty grin. "It feels like you might agree," she continued, sensuously flexing her hips as her abdomen massaged that most obvious sign of my arousal. "Only if the hors d'oeuvres come wrapped in a sexy negligée," I replied. "Will this one do?" she asked, stepping back into the room and slowly turning to show me her abundant charms, displayed for my viewing pleasure in a white teddy. Her huge breasts strained the lacy cups to overflowing and bulged over the deep décolleté, threatening to burst out into my hands. As she turned, the French-cut legs of her outfit framed the bare flesh of her broad hips, her full round thighs encased in sheer stockings, all clearly visible through the transparent peignoir draped from her shoulders. I realized I was almost panting at the possibilities for pleasure within the opulent softness of this bountiful earth goddess. "Perfect," I answered, following her into the house, shutting the door behind me and walking over to take her into my arms again. As our tongues writhed together in another lubricious kiss, I felt her body shift slightly away from me, then a tugging at the front of my pants, and finally her soft fingers as they reached into my shorts and closed around my rampant cock. As she began to stroke the rigid shaft, my hips jerked in spasms and I almost lost my cool into her caressing fist. "My, aren't we on a hair trigger tonight," she remarked as she sensed the closeness of my climax and reluctantly pulled her hand from my pants. "I'm just glad to see you," I answered, grinning. "I'm surprised those New York ladies left me any," she laughed. "I guess they aren't as friendly as they're reputed to be." "Oh, they tried, but there just weren't enough of 'em." "Oh, really? And just how many of them do you require?" "Only one, but I couldn't find even one with enough of her to be worth my while. I think you've cured me of bony women," I quipped to her surprised laugh as she got my pun. "Well, I guess that's just their loss," she answered, giving me a quick peck on the cheek to acknowledge my complement. "You know," she continued, changing the subject, "if I'm going to abuse your body all night, I suppose I really should make sure you have enough nourishment to keep up your stamina. I've got some cold roast beef and the fixin's for sandwiches. Interested?" "Sure, that sounds good. Besides anticipation only fans the flames." "Spoken like a true hedonist," she replied as I followed her into the kitchen. "I have a friend who maintains that true hedonism demands total discipline but I've never had enough discipline to test her theory so I can't say for sure if she's right or not." "That is an in interesting theory. I'm inclined to agree with it except it needs research to determine the point at which delaying pleasure deprives you of it instead of heightening it. I suspect that point is different for each person. How about your friend, has she been able to test her theory?" "I doubt it. She's just as horny as I am," she grinned. "You know," she continued, changing the subject again, "if you'd like, there's some of my brother's clothes upstairs which he keeps here for when he visits to run on the beach. I think there's a pair of shorts that should fit if you want to get more comfortable." "That sound's good, especially since it would appear we're not going to make it out of the house for dinner," I answered with a grin. "First door to the right at the top of the stairs. Just rummage around and you're welcome to anything you find," she said as she opened the refrigerator and began to set food out onto the counter. ---=== 000 ===--- Returning to the kitchen ten minutes later dressed only in a pair of loose-fitting blue nylon running shorts, I found Kathleen sitting in the dining nook which featured a large picture window overlooking the beach and ocean and the fading remains of the day. The only interior light was from a candelabra in the center of the table which had been set with two stemmed glasses dripping with condensation from the chilled wine they held, and two plates laden with large sandwiches and generous dollops of potato salad. Noticing the gleaming silverware atop white linen napkins which completed the tableau, I realized she had gone to considerable lengths to plan our little snack and had obviously never intended for us to leave the house for dinner. "I hope you like Chablis, it's all I had chilled," she said as I sat down across from her. "Perfect," I replied. "I feel as if I should be wearing a white tie and tails, or at least a shirt for such a formal setting." "Why? I'd just have more to rip off when I rape you," she answered with a lecherous smirk. "What happened to anticipation and 'true hedonism'?" "I told you, I have no discipline, especially when it comes to lust," she replied, her blue eyes gleaming in the candle's light as she lifted her goblet to her full lips. "Dig in. My pussy's been dripping all afternoon in anticipation of your hard cock and I'm not in the mood to wait much longer." ---=== 000 ===--- As I washed down my last bite of sandwich with a final gulp of Chablis, I looked across to see her lecherously smirking at me so I stood and moved around to stand at her side of the table. I intending to pull her up into my arms but she remained seated grinning up at me while she reached out and began to slowly stroke my growing cock through the thin nylon. "Is this my dessert?" she asked as she grasped the elastic waste band of my shorts. Pulling them down to my knees, she helped me to step out of them, freeing my now rampant cock to leap out into the candlelight. "Umm, yummy," she moaned as her plump fingers closed around my shaft pulling it toward her mouth. Placing her pursed lips against the dripping tip, she allowed the point to force her lips apart as it entered the warmth of her mouth to be caressed by her swirling tongue, evoking a moan from me in response. After two weeks of abstinence and her earlier fondling, I had no resistance left. Placing my hands on either side of her head to keep myself from collapsing, I surrendered, filling her soft mouth to bulging capacity with hot sperm. When I returned to my senses, I looked down to see her grinning up at me. "I though perhaps we should take care of your immediate problem before we got down to serious lust," she said then flicked her tongue out to capture a stray pearl of cum which had leaked from the corner of her mouth. As I took a step back, she stood and wrapped her dimpled arms around my neck. Pressing her full softness against me, she kissed me, her tongue carrying the salty taste of my own sperm into my mouth. At first I felt slightly overwhelmed by her brazen wantonness, then I noticed a renewed jolt of life in my recently emptied cock and decided to just let go and let her and the night take me where they would. As if matching my submission with her own, her lips softened and lifted from mine and she turned and nuzzled her cheek against my brest. "Take me to bed," she murmured, her breath tickling the hair on my chest. Marveling at the way she could transform instantly from total slut into innocent child, I gently pulled her arms from around my neck and led her by the hand into her bedroom. I bypassed the bed, which I noted had already been stripped for action, and brought us to a halt in front of the open sliding glass doors overlooking the ocean and the full moon just breaking free of the horizon. Moving behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her soft body against me and laid my cheek against her feathery blond curls as we stood slowly rocking together to the hiss of the waves upon the sand. I knew the calm wouldn't last long with such a sexy lady in the moonlight and soon her hands came up to caress the backs of mine, then gently turned them, pulling my palms up to cup her massive breasts. As I teased her hardening nipples through the thin nylon of her teddy, she began to sway her hips in a sexy hula, massaging new jolts of lust into my groin. I bent to nibble an ear and eased my right hand down across her bulging tummy and under the edge of her teddy. My fingers moved through silken curls to slide between her puffy labia and onto her rigid clitoris. I had barely made contact with her slippery little button when her grip on my left wrist tightened and she began to shudder and moan. Her reaction was so strong that for a moment I feared she might be epileptic but gradually her shuddering subsided and she slumped back against me. "Now who has the hair trigger?" I teased when she finally seemed to be coherent again. "Oh, baby," she sighed, "I haven't gotten off like that in ages. I don't know what you do but it sure tickles my fancy." "Always glad to be of service, my dear. What say we lay down before you fall down." She slipped from my arms, turned and walked to the her king-sized bed, letting her peignoir slip from her body before she stretched out upon the broad expanse of white satin. She rolled onto her side facing me, her upper breast resting upon the lower one, causing the upper nipple to pop free of the confining white lace. Marveling once again at her lusty sensuality, I eased my body down beside her and buried my face in her opulence as her soft arms encircled my head, pulling me deeper into her bulging cushions of flesh. Taking the escaped tip between my lips, I began to suckle as if I were the small child I suddenly felt like, then I reached up to free the lower nipple. Using both hands to force the two tips together, I drew both into my mouth at once and began to gently chew the swollen rubbery nubs. After several minutes of such treatment, she reluctantly pulled away, taking her arms from around me and replacing the lower one with a pillow under my head. Then she stretched the bodice of her teddy down under her glistening breasts to free them fully and settled back down beside me again, moving her upper thigh on top of my hips and reaching down with both hands to grasp my dripping cock and gently cup my scrotum while pressing her massive bust against my face again. As I reached up to once more bring both nipples into my mouth, I felt her hand leave my penis for a moment, heard a muffled snap, then felt her grasp return to ease the tip of my cock between her labia, masturbating it against her swollen clitoris. Her moans grew louder as the intensity of her arousal increased until, without loosening her grip on my cock, she rolled onto her back. I eased between her deliciously full thighs and was raising my hips to thrust into her dripping pussy when she said, "No, just lay on me," and as I lowered myself onto her large, soft body she placed my shaft into the valley of her swollen labia like a hot-dog in a bun. I began to pump my hips, sliding my cock along her groove, sawing across the head of her clit with continuous friction. Since her 'dessert' at dinner had taken the edge off my lust, I was able to relax and enjoy the ride without being swept away by the delightful sensations, but from the force of her movements and volume of her moans, it was obvious she had no such restraint on her passion. Wrapping her nyloned legs over my hips and her arms around my back, she drew me into her enveloping flesh and began to shriek and shudder in one of those incredibly violent releases I remembered from our afternoon several weeks ago. Her arms and legs gradually eased their constriction of my body. As her climax abated I rolled off beside her, leaving her sprawled on the sheet panting for breath, and me once again in awe at the intensity of her passion. This lady got more mileage out of an orgasm than anyone I had ever been with. While I felt a little intimidated by her power, I also found it extremely gratifying to my ego to be able to provide her with such pleasure. ---=== 000 ===--- When she had finally paid her oxygen debt and completed her reentry, I looked over into her blue eyes and remarked, "If you're going to keep going off like that, I'm going to have to invest in some hearing protection." "Sorry 'bout that but it just felt so good I had to let it out somehow." "That's OK. Making love to a women as appreciative as you is really good for my ego so I'm not complaining although I suspect the neighbors might." "Fuck 'um. They're just jealous 'cause they ain't having near as much fun as we are." "Ah, but if you did fuck them, then they would be having as much fun as we are." "I doubt it. Most of them wouldn't know what to do with it if I did offer them some. And speaking of offering them some, I think we need to talk. Just so you know, while you are definitely the most fun I've had in the sack in a very long time, I am not by nature monogamous. I really enjoy getting my brains fucked out by you and look forward to a long and lustful relationship but I do have other interests and plan on pursuing them from time to time. And I would be surprised, and perhaps even a little disappointed, if you didn't do the same." "You know, I'm really glad you brought the subject up. I do have occasional opportunities arise, and I really appreciate your candor on the matter. I have no problem with an open relationship and in fact believe it can really add to our enjoyment of each other. The only problem I foresee is if I keep lusting after you like I have, I won't have anything left with which to interest other interests." "Oh, you poor man. I really feel sorry for all those other women who won't get to take a bite out of this sweet little piece of meat," she replied, reaching out for my drooping member, still wet from out recent escapades, and leaning down to swirl her tongue around the head before sucking my rapidly rejuvenating joint into her talented mouth. Due to our prior fun, I was almost instantly rigid and I began convulsively thrusting between her full lips. When I laid back to give her more room to play, she stretched herself out along side me then swung her knee over my head to settle her wet pussy down upon my eager mouth, her full thighs caressing my cheeks. Soft blond pussy curls and heady wafts of floral perfume mixed with feminine juices all combined to tickle my nose as I was smothered in her flesh. When I pursed my lips to suck on her glistening clitoris and flick it with the tip of my tongue, I felt her shudder and press her groin tighter into my face. Wanting to broaden my attack, I moved my head back slightly to stick my tongue as deeply as I could into her dripping vagina then moved further back to lick the dimple of her ass before curling my tongue to stab it into her purple rosette. When I was as deep as I could reach, she suddenly sat erect, burying my face completely between her broad cheeks and forcing my stabbing tongue even deeper into her spasming anus. I knew I was getting to her when the shudders and shrieks resumed. When her climax finally faded, she slumped off my face to lay once again panting for breath. I allowed her to rest for a few minutes before remarking, "I guess I won't need ear plugs after all. Your thighs make excellent mufflers." When she didn't react to my joke, I looked over to notice she had fallen soundly asleep which I took as a compliment, attributing it to the intensity of the release I had given her. ---=== 000 ===--- My next conscious thoughts occurred when I felt a coldness in my crotch and I awakened to the hiss of whipped cream being sprayed onto my groin. I looked up to find her grinning at me as she placed a maraschino cherry atop the white mountain covering me from navel to scrotum. "Just relax and let me play," she said as she turned to place the jar of cherries on the night stand. Turning back toward me, she spread my legs and settled between them then plucked the cherry into her mouth and began to chew as she grinned up at me. The lasciviousness of her leer was sufficient to cause a visible movement under the fluffy white mound even before she extended her tongue and began to lick. Pushing her face completely into the melting foam, she wrapped her lips around the head of my resurrected hardon and sucked me into her mouth. Suddenly she raised her head and dropped her body forward, plowing her enormous breasts into the gooey mess to completely enfold my rigid pole between their soft warmth. Using the cream as lubricant, she began to rock back and forth masturbating my cock between her tits as I gasped at the lubricious sensations. When she sensed my impending explosion, she moved lower to surround my tightening scrotum in soft breastflesh as her lips and tongue resumed teasing my purple head. After taking my first shot into her mouth, she pulled away to direct the rest of my load onto her already creamy face and breasts. When she had exhausted my supply, she again placed her breasts against my groin then slithered her way up my body to lay on top, writhing against me to cover me with slime as she kissed me with the mingled flavors of whipped cream and sperm. "How about a shower?" she said, laughing at the stunned look on my face. Remembering the fun we had had in the shower during our first afternoon together, I eagerly agreed and we were soon frolicking under the hot spray. After almost half an hour of soapy fondling, the hot water began to fade and we were forced to get out. We took turns drying each other with big fluffy towels then walked back into the bedroom to survey the damage we had done. Kathleen Ch. 2 "Not to worry," she said as I stood looking in dismay at the mess in the middle of her bed. "I like messy sex so I keep a plastic sheet under the regular one. Strip off the sheet while get a fresh one." Within five minutes we were snuggled together on a clean bed falling asleep to the sound of the waves. Kathleen Ch. 3 Several times in my life I have been fortunate enough to become the object of sexual attention from several women in fairly rapid succession. After several such series of encounters it finally occurred to me that when I had shown a lady an especially good time, she would gossip about her experiences with her friends and they would in turn take it upon themselves to determine the truth of her claims. Thus I would be passed from bed to bed until I had exhausted the women in that particular circle of acquaintances, or, perhaps more honestly, they had exhausted me. Therefore I was not particularly surprised when, after my second encounter with Kathleen, she mentioned she had a friend whom she thought might need some tax advice and suggested we meet for lunch so she could introduce us. Kathleen had explained to me earlier that Jennifer was a friend and client who had recently purchased several investment properties through her. Somewhat shorter than Kathleen but an equally Rubenesque beauty in her early thirties, Jennifer was the kind of large but well-presented younger woman I have often noticed with interest. She wore her straight shoulder-length black hair parted in the middle framing a beautifully delicate face enhanced by a clear pale complexion. After Kathleen had made our introduction and the maitre d' had seated us, I found it difficult not to stare at the contrast of alabaster skin against ebony hair accented by large jade-green eyes sitting across from me. Her stunning face and large body had me wondering of I might be able to interest her in more than tax advice. During my last tryst with Kathleen she had tactfully let me know that, while she was delighted with the fun we had together, she was not in the market for a committed relationship and, while she looked forward to continuing to meet for recreational sex, she intended to pursue other interests with the understanding that I was free do the same. Thus, having agreed to her declaration of freedom, I did not feel uncomfortable at the thought of a tumble with her friend, which possibility did not seem too remote, judging from the warmth of Jennifer's quick smile, ready laughter and occasional touches during our meal. Sitting side by side across the table from me, the two ladies, one with short blond hair, the other's long and jet black, offered a delightful contrast in styles of beauty. Encased in a moderately tight sweater, Jennifer's breasts, while not quite as large as Kathleen's, sat surprisingly high on her chest, jutting out with firm impudence. While her décolleté was less pronounced as she had less flesh to display, the bold thrust of her succulent charms promised a firmness to the touch that I was eager to experience. As the meal progressed, Kathleen steered the conversation in a ribald direction, first with a joke about President Clinton's penchant for specially cured cigars, than by making several allusions to our last meeting, and ending with a vivid description of our imaginative use of whipped cream. Jennifer seem to be quite comfortable with Kathleen's intimate description of our romp, laughing delightedly as the story grew more bawdy. When the tale was finally told, Jennifer related one of her own involving herself and two collage football players in a hot tub with a pint of Hagen Das. By the time she had finished her graphic description of the delights of having coffee ice cream eaten from her vagina, I was struggling to discretely shift my rapidly growing cock into a more comfortable position. Her grin as I tried to hide my movements told me she was fully aware of the effect her story had had on me. As I sat there in embarrassment at having been caught, Kathleen burst out in giggles, triggering a fit of laughter from Jennifer as my face reddened. Finally feeling sorry for me, Kathleen said, "You poor dear, we have a confession to make. Remember our talk last time about having other interests? Well, Jennifer here is one of my other interests. She and I have been playmates since she bought her first condo through me about five years ago. We're not exactly lovers, just best friends who share an occasional evening in bed together after having discovered how much pleasure two women can give each other. When I told her about how great a lover you are and about your penchant for large women, she insisted that I introduce you in the hope that maybe, if you're willing, we might be able to share your attentions, perhaps even together if you'd like." As I sat in stunned silence, mouth agape, both of the beauties across from me broke out in additional fits of laughter. I had always considered myself fairly sophisticated sexually and had in fact had occasion to sample the pleasures of two women together but outside of my fantasies, I had never imagined the possibility of enjoying two such delightfully large, beautiful, and uninhibited women at once. I could only sputter at the prospect. Kathleen again came to my rescue. "What's the matter, sweetie, afraid you're not up to it?" she teased, flashing her sexiest grin. "Well, it not that exactly," I managed to stutter, "although the two of you together are probably more than a match for any man. It's just that I'm overwhelmed at the offer. I don't think I've ever been so delightfully propositioned before, and definitely not by two such beautiful and charming women at once." "See, what did I tell you?" Kathleen said, turning to Jennifer. "Isn't he just the most articulate gentleman you've ever met? Just wait till you find out what else he can do with his tongue," she added, flashing a lewd grin. Jennifer giggled again as Kathleen turned back to me. "Well, what do you say? You'd better make up your mind soon or we just might decide to see what kind of trouble we can get into without you." "Damn, I'd have to be both dead and gay to decline an offer like that." "I take it that means 'yes.' I trust you're free for the next few hours." Then, without waiting for my answer, "Come on, Jennifer, lets go powder our noses while James here figures out how to stand up without tipping over the table. We'll be back in a minute, sweetie. Don't go away." As the two soon-to-be objects of my affections stood and left the table I had occasion for the first time to observe Jennifer from the rear. Watching her broad cheeks and large soft thighs move within the confines of her tight skirt only served to increase the stress on my zipper. I had to get my thoughts in hand or I feared I might never be allowed in the restaurant again. Fortunately the waiter arrived with the bill which diverted my attention enough for things to settle down a bit so that when the two ladies returned, I was able to stand without drawing attention to my condition. Glancing at my crotch as I stood, Jennifer grinned then placed her arm in mine, rubbing her firm breast against my elbow as we left the restaurant, causing me to think that she had probably learned the trick from Kathleen who had teased me the same way on our prior lunch date. I also noticed that a couple of buttons on her sweater seemed to have popped free, apparently while she and Kathleen were in the ladies room. When we arrived at the parking lot, Kathleen suggested we take her car, a large Mercedes, as there wasn't room for three in my Porsche, adding that Jennifer and I might like to sit in back to get better acquainted. Opening the rear door, I handed Jennifer into the soft leather where she paused for a moment for me to peer down her sweater before slowly swinging her legs in one at a time causing her tight skirt to ride up her thighs to give me a flash of red silk panties before she drew her other foot in - another move I recognized from Kathleen's bag of tricks. I was beginning to think that these two were so far ahead of me that I didn't stand a chance. 'Oh. well,' I decided, 'there are worse fates that being fucked to death by five hundred pounds of women.' ---===000===--- Shutting her door, I walked around, opened the opposite one and slid in beside Jennifer who had scooted over into the center of the seat so that our thighs pressed together fully as I sat back from closing the door. Not sure how things would progress during our short drive to Kathleen's beach-front house in Lanikai, I stretched my arm over the back of the seat above Jennifer's shoulders, the aroma of her heady perfume filling my senses. As Kathleen prattled on about how much she loved her new car, Jennifer placed her manicured hand high on the inside of my thigh with her little finger casually resting against the shaft of my semi-rigid cock which tented the material of my pants. Turning her body so her breast was pressed against my side, she raised her face to look into my eyes in obvious invitation to a kiss. Her mouth opened as our lips met and her tongue slipped into my mouth to wriggle against mine. My arm slipped from the seat back to encircle her soft shoulders drawing her body tighter against mine as our kiss continued. Her hand shifted up to cup my now fully rigid penis, moving up and down the length of my shaft causing my hips to spasm with excitement. I brought my free hand up to caress the trusting breasts I had been ogling for the past hour. Slipping two more buttons free of their holes gave me access to fully explore the contours of her bra-covered mounds. I slipped a finger beneath the red satin to flick a turgid nipple, evoking her moan of approval. Finally she broke our kiss to lay her head on my chest looking down to watch her hand slowly stroking my hard cock. When she started to fumble for the tab of my zipper, I grasped her hand and whispered in her ear, "Why don't we wait. If you let him out now, we may never get him back in his cage again." Giggling, she moved her hand back down to cup and slowly masturbate my quivering cock which by now had caused a wet spot on my fly, the lubricant having soaked through both my shorts and pants. Glancing up, I noticed that Kathleen had adjusted her mirror to watch our little passion play. "I though you two might enjoy getting to know each other," she said with a grin when she saw me notice her. "Don't get too carried away now, we're almost there." Looking out the car window for the first time since leaving the restaurant, I saw we were approaching Kathleen's house. As she pulled up to park at her front door, I realized that Jennifer had not noticed our arrival and was still raptly stroking my swollen member. She seemed to return from her lust-induced hypnosis when I gently pried her hand from the front of my pants and opened the car door. After stepping out, I turned and reached in to help her from the car. Noticing her glazed stare and gaping sweater, I wondered that if she were that far gone from a short back-seat make out session, what would she be like after a full afternoon of serious sex? I looked around as we walked up to the house and was glad that Kathleen had an enclosed yard as neither Jennifer nor I were in any condition to be seen by the neighbors. Kathleen followed behind giggling as I walked beside Jennifer, my arm around her ample waist to steady her so she could walk into the house. ---=== 000 ===--- The few steps into the house and down the hall into the master suite seemed to revive our brunette friend so that when Kathleen entered the bedroom behind us, Jennifer walked over to her, slid one arm around her neck and the other up under the front of her skirt, and, pressing her full body against Kathleen's even larger one, kissed her as passionately as she had me only moments before. Kathleen responded by reaching her hands around and under Jennifer's skirt and pulling it up to display the bulging white balloons of her hips bisected by the red string of her thong. Lifting her mouth from Jennifer's probing kiss, she looked over at me. "Want some?" she offered, grinning. I stepped up to the proffered derrière, nestled the bulging shaft of my hard cock along the split between Jennifer's full cheeks and reached around to bury my hands between the four massive breasts. As I leaned forward over Jennifer's shoulder to meet Kathleen's offered mouth and stabbing tongue Jennifer began to hunch her butt back against my stiffness. I noticed the movement of her arm reaching between Kathleen's thighs and realized she must have found her goal when Kathleen stiffened then moaned into my mouth. "Enough of this foreplay! Lets fuck!" Kathleen exclaimed, pulling away from our combined stimulation on both sets of her lips. "Would you care to have a seat, sir, while I get our young friend here prepared for your pleasure?" "My, what a gracious hostess," I replied settling into a large wing backed chair to watch the show. The two beautifully large bodies moved together again as lips, breasts and abdomens met in sensuous caress before parting slightly when Kathleen's fleshy fingers came between them to free the remaining buttons of Jennifer's sweater. Easing it back off her shoulders to drop to the carpet, the red-tipped fingers moved between her lover's jutting mounds to release the straining hooks and free the luscious globes of flesh, whisking away the red bra to bare them to my eyes for the first time. Taking a breast in each hand, Kathleen bent her head to first lick than suck the puffy nipples protruding from Jennifer's unusually large dark aureoles. Reaching up to cradle Kathleen's cheeks in her palms, Jennifer raised the blond head to mash her open mouth against the wet lips, then moved her hands down to free the straining buttons of Kathleen's blouse, not bothering to remove it before freeing the mammoth breasts from their oversized bra. Obviously wanting to return the favor of Kathleen's earlier caress, Jennifer lifted an enormous breast between her two hands and began to chew on the turgid nipple as Kathleen cupped the back of her head, forcing Jennifer's face deep into the soft flesh. Gasping for air, Jennifer finally pulled her head away from the smothering softness and turned her back to Kathleen in mute invitation to release the zipper and button at the back of her skirt. Grinning at me and wiggling her hips in sexy invitation, Jennifer eased her tight skirt over her hips and down her full thighs allowing it to puddle at her feet as she stood in almost naked glory. Clad only in elastic-topped stockings and heels with her red thong peeking out from under her full round tummy, she stood watching me as Kathleen moved in behind her to reach around and lift a still-wet breast in each hand, offering them for my inspection. Grinning at my gaping stare, Jennifer stepped free of Kathleen's fondling and moved over to stand in front of my chair, legs apart and hands on hips. "Take out your cock!" she demanded, obviously enjoying the role of a slut in heat. As I lowered my zipper and struggled to free my iron bar from a tangle of wet underwear, she knelt between my knees. When I finally managed to maneuver my dripping cock out through my fly, she reached out, wrapped her manicured fingers around the base, and began to slowly work the skin up and down the blood-swollen shaft. "Kathleen was right. You do have a beautiful cock," she said, licking her lips as her large green eyes stared into mine. By this time Kathleen had shed the remainder of her clothing and, fully nude except for stockings and garter belt, walked over to stand beside my chair watching her friend's short red-tipped fingers slowly masturbate my leaking purple organ. Braking eye contact with Jennifer, I reached out to slide my hand between Kathleen's large round thighs above her stockings and began slowly caressing her soft skin gradually moving higher toward the sparse blond fleece, already dripping with her obvious arousal. When she spread her legs to allow me fuller access to her charms, I turned my palm up and began to lightly rub the tip of my middle finger along her swollen lips. Deciding I had teased her enough, I began to work my finger between the wet red labia and into her body. She bent at the waist and dangled her massive breasts in my face as I struggled to capture a swollen nub to nurse on. With my head buried in Kathleen's flesh, I had momentarily forgotten about my other playmate until I felt a wet heat engulf the head of my cock and realized that Jennifer had apparently tired of being ignored and was trying to get my attention. Even competing with the distraction of a pair of twenty-pound breasts, she was succeeding admirably. Fast approaching my limits, both in terms of resistance to Jennifer's talented mouth and my own oxygen supply, I gently but firmly wrested myself free of the two attacking sex addicts, suggesting we might find it more comfortable if we moved to the bed. Apparently too dazed by lust to speak, both women pulled away and turned toward the king-sized playpen in the center of the room. Walking to the head of the bed, Kathleen grasped a corner of the quilted spread and in a single flourish worthy of a matador, whisked it off and onto the floor at the foot of the of the bed, then crawled onto the mattress and posed on hands an knees, presenting her massive derriere with her blond-tufted fig peeking out from beneath her wrinkled rose, the entire tableau framed in garter belt and stockings. As she approached the broad sheeted expanse of the bed, Jennifer bent over and slid her red thong panties down her full thighs giving me a teasing glance at her brunette bush before climbing up and kneeling beside Kathleen to present her charms on full display, her soft hip touching Kathleen's. Buttons flying around the room like bullets, I ripped off my shirt, dropped my pants and shorts then approached the two proffered pussies. Leading the way, my purpled-headed club arrived at the bed before I did. As I approached, I thrust my dripping phallus between the two touching hips, the enveloping softness feeling almost as if I were entering a vagina. I reached out a hand on either side to caress the soft flesh, gradually working my way closer to the wet cores of these incredible women. As my fingers entered and began to manipulate the dripping flesh, the two sets of hips began moving together, massaging my organ entrapped between them. I realized I couldn't take much more of such treatment without having an accident, so I reluctantly withdrew my leaking cock from between the two wriggling derrières and moved to my left to stand with my aching phallus poised directly at Jennifer's swollen pussy lips. Placing my palms on the whiteness of her bulging cheeks, my fingers sank into the soft pillows as I pulled her body back and onto my cock. The ease with which I slid into her hot tight sheath until I was halted by her cervix was ample indication of her arousal, her moans only adding to the proof of her excitement. Hoping to last at least a few minutes, I began slowly thrusting into her velvet core. When Kathleen realized from my moans how close I was and that I probably wouldn't last to take care of her own needs, she rose from the bed to stand beside me. She knelt down to move her hand under her friend's tummy to finger her clitoris while using her other hand to cup my scrotum. "God, that's so hot," she hissed as her fingers gently fondled my balls. "I love watching your hard cock fucking into her tight pussy. Look how her lips cling to your shaft when you pull out. I want to see you fill her up with your hot jizz. Come on, shoot it deep in her pussy." What little endurance I had when I first entered Jennifer's body had almost dissolved when Kathleen first touched my sack and her words were more than I could resist. I felt Jennifer's full body start to quiver as I pulled her broad hips tightly against my groin and lunged one final time into her then slumped over her back, shuddering as I emptied myself into her. Then, still connected, we collapsed sideways onto the bed to lay panting in a delightful state of post-coital bliss. Kathleen Ch. 3 ---=== 000 ===--- After my last date with Kathleen it occurred to me that in addition to rampant lust, one of the other things we shared in common was a fondness for showers so it was no surprise when she suggested one after Jennifer and I had returned to consciousness. Remembering my first experience with Kathleen and water, I noticed a pleasant tingle in my recently emptied cock as I contemplated the prospect of being sandwiched between two large wet, soapy, sexy bodies. By the time Jennifer and I had finally gathered our wits enough to make our way into the bathroom, Kathleen appeared with three tall bottles of iced tea, a most appreciated treat which we finished off while waiting for the shower to warm. I often shower with the women I make love to and have even had occasion to do so with two women at once but with the exception of fantasies I had never before experienced the hedonistic pleasure of five hundred pounds of lusting female bodies all lathered up and rubbing lubriciuosly against my body both fore and aft. As one would wrap her fleshy arms around my neck and invade my mouth with her tongue while swaying her bulging tummy against my restored erection and her slick breasts against my chest, the other would massage my back and buttocks with her body, one hand reaching around my waist to cup my balls while the other slid between the cheeks of my ass to ease a soapy finger inside and stroke my prostate. Only the recent depletion of my resources kept me from adding to the liquid in which we played. I attempted to return their pleasure as my hands groped and slid over undulating mounds of soft skin and probed warm, wet crevasses in the mountains of lathered flesh but I seemed to find more places to put my hands than I had hands to put. When their caresses finally became too exciting for me to resist much longer, I slid from between the two women and turned sideways to place my arms around both waists and ease them together into each other's embrace. As they stood breasts and bellies sliding together, tongues writhing in and out of each other's mouths, I reached around the rear of each bulging ass to insert thumbs and forefingers into all four available holes. Pushing my hips forward, I eased my cock into the soap-slicked crease where their bellies met their thighs until the swollen head was tickled by both pubic tufts, their mutual thrusting against each other caressing my shaft. As I moved my face toward the locked lips, both women turned and forced their mouth's against mine, simultaniously fulling my mouth with two stabbing tougues. I realized I was rapidly approaching a crisis so I reluctantly withdrew from between the two slippery goddesses with the suggestion that we move the party back to the bed. After a final rinse and much fondling as we dried each other with large fluffy towels, we returned to the bedroom. As we stretched out on the broad expanse of Kathleen’s king-sized mattress, the combination of hot shower and intense sexual excitement suddenly overwhelmed me. Apparently my companions felt the same for when I suggested a nap before we continued our romp they readily agreed. Snuggling their soft warmth against either side of my body, they each placed a thigh over one of mine, then two hands reached down to cup and fondle my temporarily deflated genitals, gently caressing me to sleep. ---=== 000 ===--- It is a fairly common men's sexual fantasy to share the attention of two women and, as I mentioned earlier, one that I had previously experienced in reality, however being buried under five hundred pounds of uninhibited females was one of the few times in my life when the reality far surpassed the fantasy. As you might have realized by now, I am very tactile, which fact accounts for my attraction to Rubenesque women; I so revel in the feel of all that soft flesh against my body so you can imagine my delight as I gradually awoke to the sensation of warm breasts coated in scented oil massaging my groin. I opened my eyes to see Kathleen kneeling between my legs masturbating my rapidly-rising cock in the valley of her monmouth tits. I flashed back to the whipped cream fuck of our last encounter then noticed Jennifer standing beside the bed with a large bottle of oil and a lecherous grin. "Hey, sleepyhead, ready for a Crisco party?" Kathleen asked as she sat back on her knees, pulling her oily warmth away from my crotch. "Might as well, it's too wet to plow," I answered, using the first line that came to mind, one I had learned in high school. "Oh, we'll give you something to plow, all right," replied Kathleen. "And the wetter the better for plowing, too," giggled Jennifer as she poured her palm full of oil. "Why don't you let me help you with that," I said reaching out for the bottle. "Just sit back and let us take care of business," said my blond goddess as she took the bottle from Jennifer who had begun to spread the oil on her own breasts causing them to shine in the light. Standing up, Kathleen filled her hand from the bottle, set it on the nightstand, and moved behind Jennifer to massage her massive derrière. The anointing continued as the women applied copious handfuls of oil to each other's skin, causing both massive bodies to undulated under the four hands rubbing the mountains of quivering flesh. When the major parts had been covered, the two valkyries began to get more intimate as they made sure everything from necks to knees was thoroughly slathered in the scented liquid. Glistening fingers probed secret places and wet kisses were exchanged in an erotic spectacle I will never forget as each woman made sure the other was completely greased up and ready for action. When their exhibition got to be too much for me to resist and I reached down to stroke my quivering dick, Kathleen looked over: "Get your hand off that! That's our toy this afternoon. You're not allowed to touch it." Reluctantly I released my grip, knowing that the extra anticipation would only add fuel to my fire. Finally they apparently decided they had teased me (and themselves) enough. Slipping free of Jennifer's hands, Kathleen moved to stand beside the bed, aimed the plastic bottle at my chest and squeezed. She played the stream of warm liquid down my torso and along each leg, continuing until the bottle sputtered out it's final few drops before dropping the empty container onto the carpet. Turning to Jennifer, she invited, "Care to join me?" then straddled my legs and stretched out on top of me, undulating her huge body against mine before sliding off to the far side to allow Jennifer to take her place. After the brunette had spent a few minutes wriggling and sucking my tongue, she slid off to the side opposite Kathleen then both women began to writhe and caress and kiss and fondle each other across my body. After a particularly hot French kiss directly above my face, Kathleen pulled her lips away from Jennifer's to ask her, "Which end do you want?" "Well, since I got the injection last time, why don't I take the face and see if his tongue is as talented as you say it is." "Ah, wise choice," Kathleen replied, sitting up to allow Jennifer access to my head. As her closely trimmed black curls descended toward my eager mouth, I noticed for the first time how large Jennifer's clitoris was, protruding well beyond the fat lips of her swollen pudenda, a drop of the ubiquitous oil gleaming from the erect purple nub. Her red-tipped fingers appeared around the bulge of her belly to part her labia, giving my tongue full access to the interior of her dripping pussy as she settled it down over my face like an oxygen mask. I took her miniature penis gently between my pursed lips and as I began a quick rhythm of alternately sucking and blowing, she shrieked loudly enough for me to hear her through the muffling effect of her thighs. As I continued my oral attack on her succulent flesh, I felt a hand grasp my steel-reinforced erection and a second vagina settle down upon my aroused body. When Jennifer leaned forward, presumably to kiss Kathleen, I moved my head back to gasp a lung full of air and, noticing her well-oiled rose, I decided to shift my attack to her rear aperture. I licked her puckered dimple, gradually increasing the pressure and when I felt the muscle relax I rolled my tongue and began to steadily slide it up into her body. As she became aware of my invasion and the delightful sensations she was receiving she sat back against my thrusting tongue accepting it's full length up into her most private opening. Not wanting to neglect her other nerve center, I reached up with my hand to stimulate her clitoris only to find Kathleen's slippery fingers already busily working on the turgid nubbin. I realized that with the exquisite torture of Kathleen's hula dance on my hypersensitive cock and the erotic taste and smell of Jennifer's sweet flesh filling my mouth and nose I did not have much time left to savor the moment. It seem like only a few seconds later that I felt the shudder of Kathleen's climax closely followed by the tightening of my scrotum signaling my own approaching orgasm. As my bloated testicles exploded, hosing their load against Kathleen's cervix, Jennifer sat back fully on my face and resumed the shrieking I had heard earlier. With a final spasm Kathleen slumped off onto the mattress with her soft thigh still resting across my groin. When I craned my neck up gasping for oxygen, Jennifer realized the situation and fell forward, still laying on top of my body but lifting the smothering pillows of her derrière from my face. Apparently never one to waste an opportunity for erotic behavior, Jennifer took the head of my cock between her lips and began to siphon the dregs of my ejaculation from my wilting stem. When I flinched at her touch on my oversensitive organ, she quickly shifted her attention to burrow her tongue into the wet blond pussy just a few inches to the right. Realizing the party wasn't over yet, Kathleen shifted around to grant her attacker freer access to her sperm-filled receptacle then pulled Jennifer's massive hips around to reciprocate the oral attention she was receiving. On several other occasions I have had the stimulation of observing women as they enjoy each other in a similar manner but something about the insatiable abandon with which these particular ladies pursued their lust was especially exciting, and while I was clear I was incapable of any further serious pursuit of pleasure for the rest of the afternoon, I was surprised at how rejuvenated I felt as I sat watching them until, with a final set of shudders and shrieks, they rolled apart to lay panting and giggling on the oil-soaked sheet. SAFE SEX WARNING: If you are stupid enough to practice unsafe sex, you owe it to your species to get AIDS and die to prevent further pollution of the human gene pool. Kathleen Ch. 4 Given the surprises she seemed to come up with each time we got together, I wasn't sure what to expect when Kathleen called me the week after our lunch with Jennifer and asked if I were free to drop by about eight the following Wednesday evening for a drink and to meet her brother, Marc. I remembered she had mentioned him the night of our whipped cream fuck and had even lent me his running shorts but with that one exception I couldn't remember her ever speaking of him so other than the fact that he was a runner and was about my size, I knew nothing about him and only learned his name when she invited me to meet him. From what I had observed of her propensity toward lust, I must admit the possibility occurred to me that Kathleen and her brother were perhaps more intimate than most siblings, but I had received no hint from her that there was anything special in their relationship so I dismissed my thoughts as groundless speculation. When I knocked on her door at the appointed time I was greeted by a hug against her enveloping softness, a wet kiss, and wafts of her floral fragrance. As she ushered me into the den to introduce me to her brother I had occasion to observe her attire and realized that while she wasn't as overtly provocative in her dress as when she had greeted me for our second date, she was still far from presentable. Her single piece of outer clothing was a pareo or sarong tied Samoan-style behind her neck and beneath which her huge breasts jiggled in provocative unrestraint as she walked beside me. The two ends of the sheet of brightly patterned cloth just barely managed to meet a few inches below her bulging tummy and with each step an indecent amount of inner thigh was exposed. It occurred to me that it would be impossible for her to sit with any modesty, especially as, when I let her move ahead of me so I could watch the undulation of her massive hips, I could detect no sign of panties beneath the thin material. My final thought as we entered the den was that while I wasn't sure about her brother, her outfit had sure piqued my attention. Although built very differently from his sister, Marc turned out to be a very sensuous man in his own right. About my height, he was obviously into body building. Wearing only loose nylon shorts similar to the pair I had borrowed, the powerful muscles of his bare chest and arms looked almost sculpted in the light of the single lamp by which he stood. Kathleen Ch. 4 I don't even remember her crawling off before I was asleep.