A Village in Time
a fantasy by
A x o l o t l
� 2003 Axolotl
Part 2
"HI, MUM!"
"Darren, darling! How did it go? Did you have a lovely time? That nice Mr Carstairs called on Tuesday ... or was it Thursday? No, it was Wednesday, 'cause we had gammon steaks. He said it was pouring with rain and you'd gone off with Kevin to visit some old churches and castles. He said there weren't many young lads who would admit to doing that, and he was so proud of you that he wasn't going to fine you for arriving an hour late on Monday. I s'pose you're hungry? And I bet you've got mountains of clothes to wash?"
Darren gulped. "Not a lot, actually. Just a couple of T-shirts and some pants."
"Bring it all down anyway, put it straight in the machine. Serena was just asking whether you were due back today or tomorrow, and do you know, I couldn't for the life of me remember? I'll forget my head one of these days. I suppose she's been missing Kevin. She's upstairs somewhere...."
Darren blinked at his mother. Serena? Who the hell was Serena? "I'm a bit tired, actually, Mum."
"Oh, sweetheart! It's such a long drive, you must be out on your feet."
"I didn't get much sleep last night. I need to catch up...."
"Why not have a little nap now? Twenty minutes or half an hour and you'll feel lots better...."
His mother's voice faded as he trudged up the stairs and into his room. The bed looked so inviting. He opened the window to let in some cool air, pulled off his jeans and his T-shirt, and lay back. Lack of sleep. All Charity's fault. Charity....
He closed his eyes, basking in the comfort of a lazy semi-erection. His right hand slowly crept downwards.
His eyes opened wide.
Darren groped, grabbed, took a handful....
"Fucking hell!"
He sat up, not quite daring to look. His hand explored some more....
"Jeez-us! What happened? When did it happen? Why?"
They'd discussed the mysterious transformation of the car most of the way home to Udderleigh and concluded it was something to do with messing with the past. Maybe it was even a kind of small gift to express the gratitude of the Almighty for helping to sort out a major anomaly in the breast size of a small cell of women in the west country.
But if the dieselisation of the car had been a small gift, what in Heaven's name was this great throbbing thing in his hand? He risked a look.
A smile spread across his face.
"Now, that is what I call a cock!" he murmured.
At that moment, the door opened. "Oh, Darren! Not again!"
"Ooops!"
He grabbed at a pillow and dumped it on his lap. Too late. There was a beautiful girl staring at it. She'd come in and closed the door. A stunningly beautiful girl. He allowed his disbelieving eyes to wander over her magnificence. Her skin was slightly dusky, her hair was black and cascaded all the way down to her thighs and her lips were succulent and thick. She was wearing only a bra and panties. A very well-filled bra and very well-filled panties. She undulated across the room and perched her incredible little bottom on the edge of the bed. He could have encircled her waist with both hands, if he hadn't needed both hands to hold the pillow down on his cock. Up above that miniscule waist her massive breasts wobbled dangerously in the lacy cups of a truly serious bra. She smelled heavenly.
"What have you hidden it for?" she demanded, making a darting grab for the pillow.
"Who are...?" No, he thought, hang on. Whoever this is, she knows me. In fact, she knows me pretty well. This must be the mysterious Serena, the one who's been missing Kevin. He placed a hand firmly on the pillow to keep it in place. What do you want?"
"That's a fine way to greet your loving sister after a whole week away from home!"
"Sist... ah? Sorry. I was asleep."
"You wank in your sleep now? Come on, show it to Serena. It's been ages! A whole week!"
Desperately slowly he withdrew the pillow. He had a sneaking fear that he might have been seeing things just now while he'd been feeling things. Reassuringly, it was just as big, still floppy, still half-hard. It twitched and he grabbed it again.
"Leave it alone, you dirty sod!" Serena had the dirtiest laugh he'd ever heard. "Let me do it!"
To Darren's horror Serena leaned forward and grasped him in a velvet-soft hand. She began a slow up and down motion. Her pink tongue protruded from between her full, wide lips. A long, fat nipple had plopped out of one bra cup. Wisps of coarse black pubic hair were escaping around the edges of the well-stuffed crotch of her translucent panties. The girl had done this before. She was good, very good — she didn't squeeze hard and yank downwards, she held him gently on the downstroke and more firmly going up. Now and again she stopped, ran her palm over the purple head and collected a fistful of luby juice. She giggled softly. "Does this feel nice, Darren?"
"Uh-huh!"
"I missed you!"
"Serena ... I'm...!"
"That's all right, I can feel how close you're getting. A couple of minutes yet."
That seemed like a dangerously generous estimate. He was on the very brink. But with seconds to go, the girl ducked her head, glanced up at him with a lascivious grin and opened those full lips wide. Then she was swallowing as fast as she could. It wasn't really necessary. She stopped swallowing after two gulps and pulled her mouth off his cock to survey the evidence.
"Is that all? Having you been having a good time, Dazza? You usually do half a pint!"
"N-not really...."
"I hope Kevin's got a bit more than that for me, or I'll be very disappointed!" She sat up straight and wiped her mouth with the back of hand. Then she cupped her full, heavy breasts and lifted them up, apparently unaware that her nipple was still poking out. "Have they grown much?" she asked softly.
How was he supposed to know that? He'd never knowingly met the girl before in his life!
"They're very big," he said truthfully.
She bit her lip and blushed prettily. "Do you know, Charlie measured me on Wednesday and I was 40-17-27? Isn't it terrible! Mum says no more new bras 'til I go back to school. She says new blouses are so expensive she can't afford money for custom-made bras."
For some reason he felt deeply jealous of this Charlie and his intimate hands-on relationship with his sister. Was she baiting him because he'd been so short of cum? He decided not to rise to the bait. Stick to brassieres.
"C-custom-made?"
"From that big Discoveries store in the High Street. They're not custom-made, of course, they've got most sizes in stock. This one's a 30H, and Marks and Sparks don't go bigger than an H-cup." Serena wobbled its contents and the other nipple fell out. "It should really be a J, but you can only buy them that big in Discoveries, and that means they're mega-expensive. Mum's only jealous."
"Well, you are bigger than Mum up top...."
"I s'pose when she adopted me she never thought I was going to grow a pair of J-cups at my age. She'll come round once I start busting all the buttons off my school blouses."
"A-adopted?" At least, that took care of one thing that had been worrying him, this sudden acquisition of a dusky-skinned sister.
"Come on, Darren! You've got to stop thinking of me as your real sister! You going to give me a ride round to Kevin's?"
"I'm tired, Selena, I've been driving all day."
"Serena. My name's Serena. It will be years n' years before I'm old enough to start learning to drive, so you've got to take me round there. The reason Dad bought you that car was that it does sixty gallons to the mile, so you could take me to my boyfriend's when I'm horny."
"Miles to the gallon."
"Whatever. Are you going to take me to see Kevin, or...?"
Darren's hair stood on end. "Or?" His not-really-a-sister was smirking at him.
"If you're really tired, you might want to go to bed. Or come to bed!" She stroked his fat cock again, even more affectionately than the first time. It leapt into her hand like an eager puppy.
"I'll take you round to Kevin's," he gabbled, struggling to his feet and stuffing his erection into his pants. God, it was a real handful! Not as big as Kevin's, but what the hell?
"We don't have to go to Kevin's, you know," she purred. "Why should I be interested in what's in his pants when I've got this thing to play with?"
"What?"
"Take me round there now, or he'll be offended. I'll get a taxi back. I'll be home by ten. Can you stay up that long? If you'll pardon the expression."
Darren pulled up his boxers. Serena threw her hair back over one shoulder and began delving in the drawers of his dressing table until she came up with a pair of shorts in some shiny material. They didn't look familiar. She snapped her fingers at him.
"What?"
"Off with those things. They all crusty with cum." He looked down at his boxers as if seeing them for the first time, pulling them down with a shame-filled expression and stepping out of them. "Now you can put these on!" She handed him the shiny shorts, but refused to let go of them, her fingers guiding them carefully into position and checking for fit around his testicles and the crack between his buttocks. "Not bad. Okay, let's go!" She watched critically as he pulled on a T-shirt, then headed for the door.
"You can't go like that!" he said.
"I could!" she affirmed. "My hair's long enough to cover everything! But you'd better come to my room and help me choose something suitable for me to wear for Kevin. It's got to be something really sexy — you know it takes a lot to turn him on."
"It does?" He followed her like a faithful hound. She led the way into what he'd always thought of as the spare bedroom, waited until he was safely inside, then shut the door.
"Now!" she said. "I think it's time you fucked me again!"
"Again?"
"Yeah, I thought it last night and the night before." She was casually undressing, despite the fact that she was only wearing bra and panties anyway. "God, look at these things!" she sighed, giving her breasts another of those two-handed wobbles. "How much do you think they've grown since my birthday?"
"I ... I don't...."
The girl stepped out of her panties, sniffed the crotch and tossed them to him. "Put these in the laundry basket, brother dear." Unnervingly she stood with her legs parted, scratching her luxuriant pubes. "What was my bra size when you measured me last time?" She took her left breast in both hands, apparently saw something interesting on the nipple, raised it up and licked it off with that delicate pointy tongue, before wandering across the room and sorting through a pile of disgracefully abbreviated and flimsy underwear on her bed. "These?" she asked, holding up a thong about the size of a postage stamp. She stepped into them and pulled them up with a lot of unnecessary hip-wiggling. Darren was beginning to wonder what the point could have been in wearing them at all, until he watched her pull on a skirt that couldn't have been more than nine inches deep from top to bottom. It seemed to be made of bright red plastic. He felt an overwhelming urge to spank her on the bottom to find out what kind of noise it made. Too late; she had moved on to the major problem of covering up her top half; choosing a low-cut crop top and stuffing herself inside. There wouldn't have been room in there for a bra as well. In fact, if she'd worn a bra it would surely have been visible beyond the bottom of the alleged garment, which rode up the underside of her bosom so that she was displaying almost as much cleavage below her breasts as above them.
"There, that ought to do it! I wonder who's going to have the biggest pair in our class when school starts again. It's almost something to look forward to...." She stepped closer to him and reached up to place a cool little hand on his glowing cheek. "Poor Dazza, you must be so tired, you've hardly said a word! Come on, then!"
How was she going to get out of the house dressed like that? What was his mother going to think of her daughter going outside looking like a cheap tart? Or even a very expensive one. He had to confess that he had no idea; he was still getting used to the fact that he had suddenly come by one absolute doozy of a sister out of nowhere.
"After you," she insisted, pausing at the top of the stairs to make delicate adjustments inside her skirt. Either that or she'd stopped for a quick wank, Darren thought as he went downstairs. Three steps down he stopped and looked up, just as Serena started coming down. If her nipples had slipped down another inch inside her top they wouldn't have been inside it any more.
"Don't you wear a bra?"
She came to a halt just one step above him, her warm-scented breasts just touching his face. "We only wear bras for school!" she said in a tone which suggested that Serena was the spokesperson for the entire female population of Udderleigh.
"But you were wearing one, then you took it off!"
"Some of us wear them around the house now and again, but not to go outside." This statement was accompanied by a laugh that showed how ridiculous was the idea of wearing foundation garments out of doors.
Chastened, Darren turned and fled downstairs, imagining he could feel his sister's nipples following him within touching distance.
He reached the foot of the stairs and let her overtake, melting into the shadows to wait for the inevitable outburst from his mother.
"Bye, Mum!" the girl fluted. "I won't be late." She paraded before their mother, giving a brief twirl, all coffee-creamy thighs and bobbling brown breasts and long swishing hair.
"Have fun, love! And give a special hi to Kevin for me. Isn't that top getting a bit tight for you now?"
"No, it's nice and stretchy!" Serena cupped her young watermelons and hefted them. Alternately. "See?"
"Oh, yes! It's still got plenty of room for you to grow. But those tits of yours are getting massive!"
"Not massive enough!" Serena eased past him out of the door.
"See you later, Mum," Darren followed her out, scarcely able to believe the conversation he'd just heard. He felt distinctly uncomfortable in his overcrowded shorts. If he were to get an erection he'd need to wrap himself in a blanket to disguise it. In fact, in his present semi-hard condition he had a sneaking suspicion he had an inch or so dangling down below the leg hole, but he didn't dare put a hand down there for a feel.
His mother's voice pursued him out of the door. "Those are nice shorts, Darren. Are they silk?"
He'd parked the car with the passenger door close to the wall so Serena had to wait until he'd backed out of the drive. "Bloody hell, just look at her!" he muttered to himself. She smiled and winked at him and he knew he'd never seen such a hot girl in his life. True, her tits weren't as big as those of the Capstick twins, and they were nowhere near the size of Charity's, but seeing them crammed into that tiny top he knew which ones he'd go for, any day. And as for that skirt....
"Fucking hell!" he gurgled, watching the girl's absurdly exaggerated hip-wiggling, tit-bouncing walk as she came around to the passenger side, opened the door and climbed in. She smelled nicer than those eighteenth century girls, too. Compared to his sort-of-sister, they were quite literally history.
Her hand moved straight across and settled on his bare upper leg, giving it a faint but encouraging squeeze before moving to the inside of his thigh and tracing gentle patterns up and down. "Ooops! Hello!" she giggled. "Shall I put that away for you, sweetheart, or is it more comfortable hanging out?"
"Aaaargh!" Darren tried to pull down the leg of his shorts but they were far too brief. There were three inches of the thing out in the open air.
"Don't worry 'bout it!" she laughed. "Nobody can see through these tinted windows. That's why we had them fitted, remember?"
He gulped. He couldn't remember if the windows had been tinted before, while he'd been driving home with Kevin. They must have been, but he couldn't remember. It was the spookiest feeling. Some things were familiar, others seemed subtly changed, like this car which was now purring along the street like a limo doing sixty miles to the gallon. Then there were other things — like Serena — which blew him away completely. What else had changed that he didn't yet know about?
"Toot, toot!" Serena said, breaking into his daydream.
"What?"
"Blow your horn! Quick, it's Melanie!"
A woman with waist-length blonde hair and an almost unfeasibly large bottom squeezed into incredibly tight jeans was stalking along the footpath. Above an improbably tiny waist, an even more improbable bust swelled out so far to the sides that about twenty pounds of it were visible from behind her. As they drew level Darren sounded the horn and she turned round with a snarl ready to pour scorn on whoever it was. Then she recognised the car, and Serena grinning at her, and her face lit up. She waved frantically.
"Pull over, Daz, she's got something to tell me."
Darren was quite happy to stop and take another look at this creature. It wasn't only her jeans that had been too small for her. As her rear view had suggested, the blonde girl had a bust that put even Serena's in the shade. Some of it was more or less inside a shirt which she had unbuttoned almost to the waist. Or maybe she hadn't been able to button it up in the first place. She sidled over to the car and leaned in at the window.
"Hi, S'rena. Nice top."
"Hi, Mel. So's yours."
"Love your hair!"
"It needs washing. Hi, Darren. I love those silk shorts!"
"So do I," said Serena with a giggle as she slid her hand up and down the slick material. Darren was mortified. It was bad enough apparently being intimately involved with one's own sister. It was far worse when that same sister seemed intent on telling the whole of Udderleigh.
"Where ya goin'?"
"Kevin's."
"Oh."
That appeared to be the end of the conversation.
"See ya later, then," said Serena.
"Yeah, later!"
They drove on. "Did you see the size of her tits!" Serena said in a disgusted tone. "I thought mine were going to stand a chance of not being the smallest in my class again next month. She makes me look flat!"
"She's in your class?"
"'Course she is. She always has been. You should know!"
"Oh? How old is she, then?"
"Same as me, of course. A few months younger, maybe."
"Why should I know, anyway?"
"You've forgotten already? You went out with her for a whole week."
Darren thought fast. "Ah, yeah, I'd forgotten all right. Her conversation put me to sleep."
"Mel's not noted for her conversation. Her skills lie in other directions."
Darren drove on. Somehow he was going to have to learn a few facts, and fast. For now, he could pretend to be tired after his journey, but it wouldn't be long before Serena realised that he knew far less about her, her classmates and, most importantly of all, their mutual relationship, than he ought to know. Right now she was quiet, absorbed in her thoughts. Or her suspicions. A discussion with Kevin was the top priority. They had a lot of loose ends to tie up. Maybe tomorrow....
They pulled up outside Kevin's place and Serena leaned across to place a moist kiss on his cheek. Yet again her small brown hand brushed against the leg of his shorts. The reaction was instant and alarming.
"Woah, easy, tiger! Save it until I get home, okay! I won't be late, I'm horny as fuck again! Love ya!"
He already had the car in gear, ready for a quick departure. He had to get rid of this erection, and preferably these silk shorts, as soon as possible. But he was thwarted.
"See you indoors in a minute, S'rena," came Kevin's voice. "I just want a word with your brother!"
He stooped and looked in at the window, his face flushed and angry.
"What's up, mate?"
"Don't what's up mate me, arsehole!"
"Do what?"
"You're bang out of order, Sunshine. I just found out. Charlene told me."
"Found out what? And who the hell's Charlene?"
"You ... who's Char...? You great pratt! You knob every fucking girl in the whole of Udderleigh, now you sit there — wearing shorts — and tell me you don't remember my kid sister! She's fucking pregnant, right? What are you going to do about that?"
"Sister? You've got a sister? What am I supposed to do about it, congratulate her? Buy her flowers? What's it got to do with me, anyway?"
"You can't even keep your fat cock in your own pants! You put her in the club on her first date. Poor little Charlene, she's two months late. Just because she's ... you never could resist a pair of giant tits, could you!" Kevin stomped back indoors without looking back.
Darren U-turned and headed slowly homeward. His cock had now crept completely out of the leg-hole of his shorts but it wasn't hard any more. Now no more than eight or nine inches long, it lay, soft as a great oversized slug, along the inside of his thigh, strings of disgusting cold goo seeping from the end and soaking into the seat.
There were two girls coming along towards him on the opposite side of the street. One was Serena's instantly recognisable classmate Melanie, her overloaded shirt now open all the way to the waist revealing a cleavage deep enough to hide a phone book. This young woman had to be at least twenty, yet Serena had said they were in the same class at school. By her own admission Serena wasn't yet old enough to drive, so she could only be sixteen at the most. That was what you might call an anomaly!
The second girl accompanying Melanie didn't offer any clues as to these girls' various ages. She was shorter and with darker hair. Her clothing was also far more modest. Her skirt was almost mid-thigh length and her T-shirt betrayed not an inch of cleavage. But, Darren thought as he stared at her, there was something odd about it.
He slowed the car and pulled in to the side. Melanie was waving furiously at him. The girls crossed the street and approached the car from behind. The other girl was hanging back but Melanie shoved her head — and most of her left breast — in through the open window again.
"Nice shorts, Darren!" she gasped in something like awe.
"Sorry!" Hurriedly he reached into the back seat and grabbed the road atlas, dragging it across and covering his confusion with it. Melanie seemed disappointed but she obviously had something important to say. Her lips were moving as she rehearsed her message.
"Belinda wanted to see you," she said.
He assumed Belinda was the other girl, the one in the short skirt. "Well, she can see me if she likes. Let her look through the window."
"No, not just see you. She wants to see you!" Melanie stayed doggedly at the window.
"I can't see her if you're in the way, Melanie!"
"No!" Melanie finally found the words she was groping for. "Belinda wants a fuck!"
It was at about this time that Darren began to think he'd come home, instantly fallen asleep and was dreaming everything that had happened since. Now, in addition to his suddenly enlarged cock and his new instant sister — and even more worrying, a pregnant kid sister for his best mate — there seemed to be a number of bosomy young wenches apparently crying out for sex. With him.
Yet he wasn't dreaming. He had undoubtedly driven home earlier today in a car which was ten years younger than the one he had been forced to abandon less than a week earlier. And the car existed, without a doubt. He put his foot on the accelerator and felt the engine throb.
"Okay, okay!" said Melanie, pulling herself away from the window before he could rocket away up the road. "Hang about and speak to her yourself."
Belinda's round face was rosy-cheeked, or maybe she was blushing. Darren certainly was. "Hello," he said, looking straight ahead through the windshield.
"Hello, Darren. Did Melanie tell you...?"
"Yeah. She said you wanted to see...."
"A fuck, yeah. Please, Darren!"
"You mean now?" He spun and looked at her. "Fuck me!" he blurted involuntarily.
"Okay!" agreed Belinda, opening the car door and clambering in. It couldn't have been easy for her, for the very same reason that was the cause of Darren's exclamation. He stared at her, tore his eyes away, then tore them back again. Everything was as he remembered it.
"Seat belt," he croaked, his throat drying up.
"Why?" the girl sounded surprised. She even allowed her eyes to flicker up to his face for a moment before returning them to where the road atlas slowly rose and fell upon his groin. "Are we going somewhere?"
"We can't do it here!"
"Why not? Just a quick one. I've got a date later."
"You what?"
But Belinda had decided to fasten her seat belt after all, and the effect was — as they say — devastating. Her T-shirt was stuffed absolutely to the bursting point with real live tit. The belt squashed Belinda's monstrous bosom downwards into her lap, completely covering it and overflowing the sides. She waved airily to Melanie.
"See ya later."
"Yeah, laters."
Now where was he going to take her? He'd driven barely fifty yards before the road atlas slipped off his lap on to the floor. This time, instead of a flaccid member quietly leaking fluid on the driver's seat, a great rearing monster was throbbing away, every bit as ready as Belinda herself.
"Mm-hmm," she said, adding with more urgency, "where are we going?"
"I dunno!"
"Turn left here, then, quick!"
They drove down a road past a little park with a children's playground on the corner. An impromptu game of football was taking place on the park, with many of the players having peeled off their shirts to keep cool. He looked away, then his eyes swivelled back to the game, where a goal had just been scored. Half a dozen shirtless players were congratulating the scorer. The car swerved and almost mounted the footpath as he realised that the players without shirts were all girls. Young girls, it was true, but girls without a shadow of a doubt. They trotted back to the middle of the field ready for the restart.
Belinda leaned out of the window and bellowed at the players. "What's the score?"
"The girls are winning, of course. Fourteen-one!"
The reason for the boys' utter humiliation was clear. They could scarcely move at more than a hobbling pace. Unhampered by erections and apparently only slightly inconvenienced by their extremely big bouncing tits, the girls were running rings round the boys.
Darren drove on, shaken. On the corner, one girl was bending backwards over a seesaw with her skirt pulled up while a boy thrust deeply into her. On the grass not five yards away, another couple were hard at it, doggy fashion. Around them, girls played on the swings or stood talking to boys. A group of them waved frantically at the car. "Hi, Dazza!" they chorused shrilly in childish voices.
"Who are they?" he asked Belinda without thinking.
"Just girls."
"They know me?"
"Of course they do, stud! Turn right. Now up there, in the parking lot. This will do. Park at the end of the line, next to Mr Plod."
"Here?" Four other cars were already parked close together, three of them rocking vigorously on their springs, the fourth with all its windows completely steamed up. Belinda released her seat belt, hopped out of the car and scrambled into the back seat. Then she pulled the T-shirt off over her head. Her unfettered tits were the size of pink pillows. "Come on!" she implored him, using both hands to drag off her skirt before transferring them to more urgent business between her lush thighs.
The sooner he got on with this, the more chance he had of getting home without being arrested. He opened the door and clambered out, his cock slipping out of the leg of his shorts and waving in the cool air. He opened the back door and prepared to climb aboard Belinda whose legs were now spread at considerably more than ninety degrees to expose a glistening beaver.
That was when the back doors of the steamed up car opened and a pair of lovers got out.
One was a diminutive, totally naked dark-haired girl of sturdy build whose youthful features were strangely at odds with her breasts which wobbled heavily somewhere below her waist.
The other, wearing his uniform cap but looking faintly ridiculous without his trousers, was a police officer. He gave the little girl's watermelon-sized tits a playful squeeze, then strolled across to Darren's car. "Hi, Daz," he said in his policeman's voice. "Nice shorts, if you don't mind my saying so!"
"What's up, Darren?" Serena sighed. "You usually get hard quicker than this!"
It had been all of fifteen seconds since his sister had barged into his bedroom and woken him up with a kiss on the ear. "Wha-aa...?"
"Come into my room, the bed's bigger."
"Ssh-hhh! You've left the door open. Mum will hear you."
"She's getting screwed. Ooooh, come to bed, Darren, I'm so horny!"
He stared at her. "Haven't you been to see Kevin?"
"He had a headache. I spent most of the time talking to his sister."
"The pregnant one?"
Serena looked at him strangely. "Charlie's the only sister he's got."
"He ... he said I made her pregnant."
"You and the rest of Udderleigh! She showed me her diary and there are forty boys' names in there since her twelfth birthday, and that was last week. Including Mister High and Mighty Kevin himself, of course!"
"What? He wouldn't...."
"There are only two types of boys. Those who sleep with their sisters and those whose sisters sleep with them."
Darren blinked. The world was going to Hell in a handcart. "Is she his real sister?"
"Of course she is. All of her. Shit, she's already got the biggest tits in the whole school, how much bigger are they going to get now she's preggers?"
"You mean they're even bigger than Belinda's?"
"Belinda Fisher?" Serena looked at him sharply. "When did you see her last?"
"Tonight, on the way home from Kevin's. She was with Melanie."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose she got Melanie to ask you for a fuck."
"Ummm, yeah, as a matter of fact, she did!"
"No wonder you can't get it up now!"
"It is up now!"
"Yeah, but it took long enough. Did you fuck Belinda?"
"Once or twice, yeah. She had a date later."
"The slut. How big are her tits now?"
"Massive. Down to the just below the top of her panties."
"Belinda was wearing panties?"
"Briefly. Kind of a thong, really. Is she really in your class?"
"Stop asking that about all these girls who just happen to have bigger tits than mine. Look at these things! I need a J-cup bra but I still haven't seen a single girl in my class with smaller ones than me! Once or twice?"
Darren assumed she was talking about Belinda again. He decided on honesty. "Four times."
"Anybody else?"
He shifted uncomfortably and hung his head. "There were some girls playing football down on the playing field."
"There always are. How many did you get off with...?"
"Three."
"Shit, Darren, I told you I was coming home early! You're going to be useless tonight. Come on!"
Deeply ashamed, he allowed her to pull him out of his bed and out of the room. He let her tuck him up in her big, soft, Serena-scented double bed while she slipped out to the bathroom. She returned ten minutes later, hot and wet and very ready.
"Wake up!" Big thick moist lips on his cheek.
It wouldn't have mattered whether he woke up or not. She opened her lovely legs and simply engulfed him. Serena wasn't as big in the bust as Belinda. She wasn't even as well-developed as the most buxom of the young footballing girls, a little blonde with such a gigantic pair that she hadn't been able to take any part in the game, she just stood out on the touchline and squealed whenever anyone came near her. He'd had her last of all, and she'd begged to be allowed to come home with him. "Daddy said if I'm not in bed by ten I have to come home!" she'd wailed, not very originally.
But tits apart, Serena was in a class by herself as a fucker. Darren tried to keep count but he passed out before the church clock struck midnight.
His last thought was that there was so much to discuss. He'd see Kevin first thing in the morning.
"What do you want?"
"We've got to talk," said Darren, turning off the engine and getting out of the car. "There are a few things we need to discuss, seriously."
Grudgingly, Kevin inclined his head in the direction of the house and Darren followed him into the kitchen.
"Coffee?"
"Thanks."
"Is that yes thanks or no thanks?"
"Please."
Kevin busied himself with mugs and spoons. He turned round. "Okay, look, I'm sorry I said all that stuff 'bout Charlene last night. Your Serena told me...."
"Yeah, she told me when she got home last night."
"Mind you, you've still been fucking her, and she's not old enough. Just because she's got a giant pair of boobs, it doesn't mean she's ready to do stuff like that...."
"Boobs? Kevin ... there's something strange been going on. Things seem to be different since we got back. These sisters, for instance."
"What about them?"
"We never even had sisters before! The first I ever heard of your Charlene was when you said I'd made her pregnant."
"And the first time I knew about Serena was when Charlene told me about her!" Kevin poured hot water into the mugs. "Sugar's in the bowl. Serena's got some tits on her, though!"
"They're still growing, too. Apparently."
"No shit?"
"Did you...? With Serena? Last night?"
"I might have done," Kevin said guardedly.
"She was home before ten...."
"Yeah ... well ... okay, we didn't actually do anything. I had a ... I mean she had a headache."
Understanding dawned on Darren's face. "So you haven't actually been out anywhere since we got home yesterday afternoon? You've been in the house the whole time?"
"No. I mean, yeah. I was knackered after last week. I still can't believe everything we were doing." He looked around and lowered his voice. "All those tits! All that fucking!"
"Kevin. I don't know how to tell you this. Finish off that coffee. We're going for a little ride."
"Where to?"
"Just ... around. It won't matter where, you'll see what I mean. Tell you what, put some shorts on."
Kevin looked unhappy. He'd been studiously avoiding looking at Darren's shorts. "Do I really have to?"
"Well, we'll be in the car so dress is optional, but ... you might feel more comfortable."
The kitchen door opened and Kevin's mother came in backwards hugging an enormously full laundry basket. She dumped it on the floor and stood up. "Oh, hi, Darren! I didn't know you were here. Wow, nice shorts! I just love to see silk on a boy. Especially a really big boy!"
Darren gulped. He looked at his mate's mum, seeing her as if for the first time. He was certainly seeing her for the first time stark naked! And she was stacked! "Hi, Mrs Douglas. S-Serena likes me to wear them," he admitted, and heard a groan from Kevin.
"I bet she does," said Kevin's mother with a lewd wink, not at all embarrassed by her complete absence of clothing. She pulled a fistful of underwear from the basket and held it up. "Look at the state of this stuff!" she said. "That young Charlene is an absolute disgrace. These panties of hers are practically solid!" She smirked lasciviously as she raised them to her nose and took a deep sniff. Then she coughed uncontrollably, her eyes streaming, her great breasts alternately bouncing off the kitchen table and smacking her under the chin.
Kevin stumbled to his feet. "We're just going out, Mum!"
"You boys! Half past nine in the morning and you're off trying to get laid." She ambled across the kitchen and pulled Darren to his feet. "Come on, then, lover boy!" And to her son's intense and obvious shame, she caressed Darren's bulging crotch. "Fucking hell!" she whined. "Save some of that for me! That stuff's wasted on twelve-year-olds."
Kevin almost shot out of the back door. Emerging some thirty seconds later, wiping his mouth with his right hand and adjusting his silk shorts with his left, Darren staggered to the car and opened the door. The two lads sank on to the cool seats, carefully not looking at one another.
Eventually, Darren started the engine. "Let's go."
"I think she's still drunk from last night," said Kevin. "They went to a party."
"Yeah, right."
"Shit, she's coming out! Quick, drive!"
Darren was looking in the mirror. "That's not your mum. It's a g...."
Kevin looked over his shoulder. "It's young Charlie! Hang on, we'd better warn her about my mum."
Charlene came wobbling and swaying up to Darren's side of the car. "Hi, Daz!" She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her mouth opened wide and wandered all over the side of his face, leaving a snail-trail of moisture. She made little squeaking sounds.
Kevin buried his face in his hands, aghast at her behaviour with his best mate. "Charlie...!"
She came up for air. Darren stared at the girl, who seemed to be wearing only an extra-extra-large T-shirt and just maybe a pair of panties. Kevin — and Serena — hadn't been kidding about her giant tits. Jee-zus! This kid was second only to Charity! She undoubtedly blew her mother away, titwise.
"Nice shorts, Dazza!" she piped. This time she didn't lean in at the window, she flung open the door and dived for his groin with eager hands. Whinnying with frustration she tried to get her head down past her phenomenal tits and below the steering wheel.
"Charlie!" Darren laughed. "There isn't enough room for that."
The girl stood up, one hand flying to her right breast, the other disappearing into her panties. "I need a fuck, Daz!" she howled.
Darren looked helplessly at his stupefied friend. "This was what I was telling you about, mate." He turned back to Charlene and placed his hand on her arm. Somehow he missed and it landed somewhere near the bottom of her left tit. "Charlie, love. Me an' Kevin have just got to go out for an hour or so. Why don't you go and help your mum with the washing. I'll see you later, okay?"
"See me?" she said. "You really mean that?"
"Of course." He felt his wrist and arm swallowed up in soft, warm flesh as she moved closer; they swapped spit for a few minutes then she moved away and closed the door gently. "Later, lover!"
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Kevin snarled.
"Too right!"
"There! Down there."
"Kids playing football?"
"Look at them when we get a bit closer. See?"
The players may well have been the same ones as the evening before, but Darren couldn't be sure. All he could see, and now Kevin could see it as well, was that the boys wore shirts of various colours while the girls were gloriously topless. Erections were again in evidence. Darren pulled over to the side and the girl goalkeeper, a short but strapping wench with huge, lolloping tits, turned round and waved. "Hi, Dazza!"
"What's the score?"
"We're winning, but I've lost count. About twenty-nine nil, something like that."
"How long have you been playing?"
"Oh, only 'bout a quarter of an hour."
Kevin was staring open-mouthed as the girls mounted another attack, the ball darting from one to another until they scored, almost unopposed. Then they all hugged each other.
"Do you want to get out and watch them for a while?"
Kevin looked sharply at him. "They're only kids, Daz. I'm not a cradle snatcher."
"It's only the girls that are kids, Kevin. The boys look about three or four years older."
They both got out and strolled over to the game. The goalkeeper got much smaller the closer they came to her. Confusingly, her tits got bigger.
"Hi, Kevin," she said. Nice silk shorts, Darren!"
He checked to make sure he wasn't falling out of them again. He was, but no more than four or five inches, which was par for the course considering the overwhelming size of the goalkeeper's naked bosom only a yard or so away. He clamped his knees together. "Thanks!"
"How does she know me?" Kevin whispered.
"God knows. They all seemed to know me when we came down here last night. And I know a few of them a whole lot better now!"
"You didn't! They're only ... we?"
"We what?"
"You said 'when we came down here last night'. Who's we?"
"Oh, just me an' Belinda. She's in Serena's class, apparently, but she's got tits right down to here." He jerked a thumb at the goalkeeper. "Twice as big as hers!"
"Where did you meet her? What were you doing?"
"I sort of bumped into her on the street. She was gagging for it, so I brought her down here. We parked up on that hill."
Kevin looked where Darren was pointing. Half a dozen cars were parked but it was too far away to see if they were rocking on their springs.
"You picked up a girl on the street? And you parked up there with this ... Linda...?"
"Belinda."
"...And ... you ... in public?"
"Yeah. We only fucked four times, she had a date later. Then a whole bunch of the football girls came over. I had that dark-haired one over there, and that big one. And that little skinny blonde one who can hardly walk."
"Shit, man, I know they're stacked, but they can't be any more than twelve!"
"Yeah. The police guy said that his was only eleven but he kind of winked and put his finger up to his nose. Like this. Then he put his pants back on and...."
"Wait a minute. Hold it! A policeman?"
"He was parked next to me. He'd got a little honey in his car and it was steamed up like the showers at the cricket club after a game."
"You ... he...?"
"We had quite a chat. I hadn't quite started with Linda...."
"Belinda?"
"With Belinda just then. But he said he always parks there 'cause there's always plenty of girls and they're all sweaty from football. He liked this little one best because she's got loads of armpit hair, but as long as they've got huge tits, he's happy. And he says there's no problem as long as both parties are willing and the girl is more or less old enough."
"Exactly. I've no doubt you were willing. But what about the other part...?"
"It's okay! Apparently there's something different about the age of consent. The copper told me it's the same as it always has been, but not to worry about it. Don't ask me what's happened, but things don't seem to be quite the same as they were before we went away. The whole of Udderleigh seems to be in the middle of a public shag-fest, all the girls are growing giant tits, half of them are pregnant and it's all perfectly legal. Well, mostly legal, apart from policemen screwing eleven-year-olds. Those filthy, rotten sods reckon they can get away with anything."
"Oh, my God! What have we done? So my mum coming on to you like that this morning...."
"Yuck! Was that embarrassing or what! Does she always walk around the house naked? She's got a great pair of tits, though, for her age...."
"That's my mum you're talking about! And what about my sister? She's only twelve and she's got ... well...."
"It's okay. That copper said she's probably legal."
"Probably? What kind of garbage is that? Apparently, the kid's been behaving like a slut. Serena said Charlie's had forty boys since her twelfth birthday. And that was only last week!"
"I'm not surprised she's so popular, with jugs that size!"
"That's not the point. Wait a minute. How old is Serena?"
"Shit, how would I know, I only met her yesterday."
"But she's your sister, for fuck's sake!"
"That's why I don't know how old she is. What do you expect me to do, we're in the middle of a fuck and I say to her, 'by the way, how old are you, sis?' She's got to be more than twelve, anyway. Apart from the size of her tits she looks older than Charlie."
Kevin had to agree. Then he went pale. "In the middle of a fuck?"
"We only did it three times last night. She sounded disappointed, as if we usually do it at least ten times a night. It's okay, though, she's not my real sister. She's adopted, apparently."
"You did it three times? Where?"
"In bed. Her bed. She's got a double. I think she's trying for a baby. Do you know, there are fifteen girls in her class at school, six of them are pregnant and two more already have babies."
"God, that's terrible!"
"She's says she's got a forty inch bust, and she was hoping not to have the smallest pair in her class when they go back in September, but from what I've seen of girls like Belinda and Melanie, she's got some competition. Those two make her look concave."
"We've got to go back!" Kevin announced.
"What? Back home? Back where? Not to that village?"
"Of course. We've cocked up. We made all the women pregnant, we messed around with the past, and look what's happened. A dozen or so generations later, and the whole of Udderleigh — hell, maybe the whole world! — is full of kids bouncing around with stonking great tits, fucking every boy in sight."
"So we go back? Just assuming you can find that village again, assuming it's still there ... we park the car by the river and stroll up to the widow Capstick's house. What do we do then? Unfuck all the girls in the village? Anyway, I seem to remember you were the one who wanted to stay there. And it was your bright idea to fuck them all."
Kevin ignored these accusations. "Time travel isn't an exact science, of course. We might arrive before we were there last time, in which case we simply say no when the girls beg us to fuck them."
"Oh, yeah? What was that word again?"
"No!"
"Okay, since you're the time travel expert. What if we arrive after we were there last time?"
"It's a fifty-fifty chance, isn't it? It's worth a try. Look, that's all we did that was wrong when we were there. We didn't steal anything or leave anything behind...."
"Apart from a gallon or so of cum! And ... oh, shit!"
"What?"
"I left a cricket bat and a towel. Not that they'd do any harm."
"How do you know what harm they'd do? How did you leave those behind anyway?"
"I told you, it was while I was trying to get Charity out of her tree. I fell in and dropped my bat."
"I'm not even going to ask!"
"There's another thing. That car. We went down that narrow lane in an old banger and someone swapped it for this. If we went back again I might end up with a bag of nails. Right now I'm showing a profit on the car, and I can think of a couple of other things that have worked out pretty well."
"Like what?" said Kevin, as if he didn't know.
Darren shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull his shorts down a couple of inches. "My cock's bigger," he mumbled.
"I suppose that's why you're walking around with it hanging out all the time!"
"It doesn't hang out all the time, only when I get a hard-on! Anyway, Serena made me wear these shorts. And all the others are wearing them, look!"
Kevin looked. The footballing boys were all wearing abbreviated shorts and they were all obviously and painfully erect. No wonder the girls were scoring a goal every thirty seconds or so. The policeman's little dark-haired centre forward seemed to have scored about twenty herself. She was at this moment chatting to one of the boys while showing him her armpit hair. She removed her hands from the top of her head and gave his balls what one hoped was a gentle squeeze, then broke off the conversation to score another goal, celebrating by wheeling away with arms outstretched and performing a rather untidy cartwheel until, unbalanced by her out-of-control breasts, she tumbled in a giggling heap.
"That's twenty-five she's scored," said the goalkeeper proudly.
"Her policeman will be proud of her," said Darren.
"She's bisexual," said the goalkeeper, her nipples noticeably puffed up. "So am I, I think!"
"That's fucking disgusting," said Kevin.
"Not if they let us watch," said Darren.
The goalkeeper suddenly rushed out of her goal area and dived at the feet of a boy, coming up with the ball and hurling it overarm half the length of the field. She was a well-built girl. She picked up the boy, who was a foot taller than her, and pressed her naked tits against his crotch. Then she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear before sending him trotting happily away, on a promise for after the game.
"Nice one, Cindy," said Darren, somehow remembering the girl's name to his own astonishment.
"Did I mention those nice shorts, Dazza?" She wandered closer, turning her back on the game. "I'm so wet, Daz! Look!" After exposing her well-used slot, she went down on her immensely powerful haunches and slid a hand delicately up his left leg. She emerged with her prize, smiled up at Darren, opened her mouth wide and without taking her eyes off his, took at least half of the fast-stiffening member between her full lips.
"Cindy! Oh, yes, Cindy!" He began pumping his hips in her face. She was really quite pretty, he noticed for the first time, although her eyes were a bit piggy.
Kevin turned away, his face crimson.
Cindy removed Darren from her mouth, maintaining the rhythm with her hand without even looking at what she was doing. "You're next," she laughed at Kevin.
"No, thanks!"
"A tit-fuck, then? We've got plenty of time."
"No thanks, Cindy!"
"Suit yourself. Dazza, can you fuck all of us this afternoon?"
"Eleven of you?"
"No, fifteen, we've got four substitutes on the bench. You've got a lovely wee-wee and you're ready again so soon. And you're pretty, too!"
"Oh, Cindy!" Darren blushed. "Cindy, Cindy! Cin-deeeee!"
"Jeez!" Kevin gasped. "Where's it all coming from?"
Darren was still pumping and spurting all over Cindy's massive breasts. Rivers of cum were dribbling out of sight into her cleavage. She rubbed her whopping tits together.
"You naughty boy," she teased him. "You know this will make them even bigger, and I'm vast for twelve!"
"God, no!" Kevin moaned.
Darren gasped. "You're only twelve? Are you all the same age?"
"Most of us." Cindy laughed as she suddenly thought of something. "If we were any older we'd be miles too big to run around playing games!" She looked around the field and pointed at the girl with the smallest tits. "She's nearly fifteen. But that big one over there's eleven. And the centre forward's only ten. But it's okay 'cause she likes policemen!"
Darren recognised the policeman's honey from the night before. "He said she was eleven."
"She will be soon. About Christmas."
"My God!"
"I'll be thirteen soon," the goalkeeper continued, swinging her hips from side to side, and setting everything else in violent motion. "But I'm not the biggest in my class. Charlie's are much bigger than mine, aren't they, Kevinnnnn?" She sidled in Kevin's direction and felt for his cock. Unfortunately he wasn't wearing shorts — there hadn't been time to change out of his jeans — but it didn't delay the hugely experienced Cindy. She had him out of there in five seconds. Ten seconds later she was shaking her head sadly and wiping her hands on the grass. "That's the trouble with you, Kevin. Charlie says you've got quite a nice wee-wee but it never lasts more than five seconds!"
"Ch-Charlie? My own sister?"
"Why not?" said the girl, surprised.
But Kevin had stumbled away across the field, neglecting even to shove his quite nice wee-wee back into his pants.
Darren trotted after him. "How about if we don't go back to that village for a while? Let's have a long think about it first and plan what we'll do depending on when we arrive. If we arrive. You know, there's one thing I've thought about."
"What's that?"
"Your wee-wee's hanging out."
"Shit!" Kevin stuffed it away with a snarl.
"That wasn't it, though. What I was thinking; you know when we went down there and fucked all the women, made them all pregnant? The widow told us that stuff about the stranger's warning?"
Kevin only grunted in reply.
"What if what we did was the right thing? Maybe the way things are here and now is the way they ought to be? Maybe girls are supposed to have huge tits and be gagging for it all the time?"
"You would say that, you've had it three or four times since we got back. It's given you a warped outlook."
"Actually, if you count blow-jobs and wanks, I've had it about twenty times since we got back. That's why I think it could be right. If nature lets me come twenty times in eighteen hours, there must be a good reason for it. Nature can't expect me to toss myself off twenty or thirty times a day, I'd go blind."
Kevin blinked at his friend's strange logic. "You deserve it."
"That's a bit harsh!. Look, you can prove it for yourself easy enough. Go back and see Cindy and see if she can get you off again. It's been five minutes since the last time you did it, so if you can come again, it will show it isn't just me being horny as a goat all the time. It will show we're both normal. In this version of the world we're living in, maybe boys really can come a hundred times a day and do it with any girl who wants it. You do like big tits, don't you?"
Kevin gritted his teeth. "Of course I do!"
"Well, then! Give Cindy a try. She's a nice kid."
"Nice? She's a slut!"
"They're all sluts. Why should she be any different? That's what's nice about them! Let's give it a try. It can't do any harm, can it? If your conscience is still troubling you in a few weeks or a couple of months, say, we can try for the village again."
"Why wait that long?"
Darren's eyes gleamed. "So we can see how big Serena's tits are going to get. Don't you want to know?"
Kevin thought about it. "Well, maybe. They're huge already."
"They're nothing compared to Belinda's. Or your Charlie's." They strolled on in silence. Behind them the game seemed to be coming to a halt. They heard the girls exulting over their victory. Sex had already broken out between some couples, but a knot of girls had trailed wistfully after Darren and Kevin. They carried their skimpy shirts slung over their shoulders, they plucked nervously at their scandalously brief shorts and microskirts. They were barefoot and not one of them was more than four feet eight inches tall.
"We're playing at home on Saturday," said Kevin, trying to ease the subject around to something safer.
"Yeah. Can I borrow your bat?"
"What's wrong with yours...? Oh shit, I remember. I suppose you'll be after my towel, too?"
The girls had caught up with them, three or four attaching themselves to each boy like a plague of tiny buxom rats. Everywhere the lads looked they saw nothing but big bare tits, bouncing heavily against each other as the girls jostled to get closer.
"Nice shorts, Dazza!"
"Are they polyester?"
"No, they're real silk."
"I like silk, boys who wear silk shorts are always hard."
Kevin made up his mind. "Can we leave the girls here for a while and come back in ten minutes?"
The girls gave little squeals of dismay.
Darren scratched his head. He looked at the hot-to-trot girls. "I'll get the car. They'll wait for us. Where are we going, anyway?"
"On second thoughts, you hang on here with them and make sure they don't run away. I'll run there and back." Kevin was already hopping up and down, brimming with energy. "I can be back here in ten minutes, tops."
"But where are you going?" Darren's voice faltered. Already, two of the girls were groping at the contents of his shorts. The effect of four busy little hands was electrifying.
"Home. I'm going to change into my shorts."
Kevin was puffing and blowing by the time he arrived back at the playing field, having run half a mile each way. These shorts he had found in his top drawer weren't altogether comfortable; he should really have worn something underneath, but for some reason his mother had taken all his clean underwear and put it in the wash. Or maybe it hadn't been his mother. It could have been Charlie.
The silky-smooth material caressed his manhood. He stopped, looked around to see that the coast was clear, and hauled his log out into the daylight. One of the men at the cricket club had married a nurse and loved to tell how she could cause even the stiffest erection to wilt with a single flick of her fingernail. Kevin tried it now.
"Ouch!" The treatment worked, after a fashion. The member flopped down to slightly below the horizontal. Not even his guilty conscience could make it sag any lower. "They're only twelve!" he chanted under his breath in an attempt to make the damned thing detumesce completely. His cheeks flushed as it stiffened again, now aiming a proud ten degrees above the horizon.
In his experience, Kevin knew of only one way of getting rid of a hard-on like this. He even went as far as to give it a couple of swishing strokes with his hand before realising that he was standing in the middle of a wide open playing field, wanking off to the mental image of a bunch of huge-titted young girls. With extreme difficulty he shoved the whole thing back into his shorts and stretched the material down over the end. That ought to hold it in, he lied to himself. Then, no longer trying to run, he resumed his painful progress.
Darren's car was still parked where they had left it. He'd been worried that his friend might have gone off somewhere private with a bunch of underage girls. The rear hatch of the car was raised and Darren was sitting half inside with his legs swinging. Around the back of the car a group of girls sat on the grass in a semicircle. They seemed to be listening attentively to whatever Darren was saying, although from time to time one of the girls would put up a hand, as if they were in a school classroom.
Kevin slowed his pace even more, feeling that it wouldn't reflect very well on his fitness if he were to arrive out of breath. There must have been a dozen of the girls in the group, and mercifully they had now put their shirts on. Kevin could think of nothing more embarrassing than being confronted by a dozen pairs of decidedly large and jutting naked tits. Darren had seen him and given a little wave, then as he approached within twenty yards the girls turned round to look. Somewhat critically, he thought. But he was slightly reassured when they greeted him in chorus.
"Nice shorts, Kevin!"
He turned as if to stare back across the field, and made a last unobtrusive rearrangement of his genitalia. No good, it wasn't going to work; he felt as if he must have at least a couple of inches of fat cock creeping out into the fresh air. He completed his journey walking backwards and quickly sat down in the shade on the ground behind the car.
"Hi, girls," he greeted them with a shamefaced little gesture.
"I'm finding out a lot of things," muttered Darren. "Listen to this and I'll tell you more later." He cleared his throat for attention. "We were just talking about sex, weren't we, girls?"
The girls agreed with bottom-squirming vigour.
"Where did we get to?"
"Jacqui was going to tell us something," prompted the chorus.
"That's right. Jacqui, how long have you been doing it?"
Kevin groaned and lowered his face into his hands.
"Ten months," Jacqui chirruped eagerly.
Darren leaned down close to Kevin's ear. "Now, just listen to this," he murmured. He raised his voice again. "How many times?"
"Seven hundred and eighty three," the girl said brightly. There was a murmur of indignation from the rest of the girls and Jacqui immediately blushed and hung her head. "Eighty-four," she amended her statement. "Sorry, Darren."
Kevin looked up sharply at his friend and shook his head sorrowfully.
"It wasn't me!" Darren said with a laugh. "She was shagging one of the boys and we all had to wait for her. Now, Jacqui, when was your twelfth birthday?"
"December 30th."
"Last year?"
"No, silly! This year!" The rest of the girls laughed at such an absurd notion that their friend could possibly be as old as twelve.
"So — tell Kevin, because he doesn't know — you started doing boys when you were still only ten years and ten months old, and since then you've done it on average...."
One of the girls put up a hand. "Two point six times a day," she said promptly.
"Thank you, Kinsey!"
"It's three point five if you don't include her periods, Darren. That's much better, isn't it?"
"Thank you, Kinsey, yes." The girls all agreed that three and a half fucks a day was a much better record. Darren the schoolmaster continued. "And who have you done it with, Jacqui?"
Jacqui wrinkled her nose with puzzlement. "Ev'rybody, of course. Boys...."
"Yes, boys. Those boys over there?"
She looked across the field in search of familiar faces or other body parts. "Some of them."
"Your brothers?"
"Only a couple of times. Then they got too old. They joined the club."
Darren put out a hand and silenced Kevin's interruption before he could make it. "So your brothers got too old, and probably their friends as well? So, who else have you done it with?"
The girls all stared at Darren is if he had arrived from another planet. Was this a trick question of some sort? What did he want Jacqui to say?
Jacqui thought about it. She hesitated. "My uncles, of course?"
"Your uncles. Of course. But don't they know it's illegal? They're not allowed to do it with you until you're twelve, Jacqui!"
The girl was on the verge of tears. "We all do it! They teach us in Sex-Ed at school that the only way to get good is to get plenty of practice beforehand." The murmurs of support grew stronger and Jacqui seemed to draw strength from them. "And I'm very good now! I got an A."
The respectful silence that followed was shattered by the piercing howl of a police siren. Darren and Kevin stared at one another in growing panic as they wondered if talking to girls might be a criminal offence. The car squealed to a halt behind them. All the girls were laughing as the little centre forward detached herself from the group, stood up, peeled off her T-shirt with a startling flash of armpit fur, and pranced away, her heavy breasts rebounding against each other even though she tried to hug them together with her arms. She waved a hairy goodbye to her friends as she opened the door and disappeared inside the police car, which laid down a strip of rubber as it accelerated away up the road with a friendly toot on its horn.
Kevin was aghast. "He abducted her!"
"He abducts her every day," said Jacqui.
"He's half an hour late!" said Kinsey. "His wife works afternoons so that means they can have three hours in bed."
Darren wondered what the policeman's neighbours must have thought when a squad car screeched to an urgent halt outside his house every afternoon of the school holidays before the constable leapt out and hustled a voluptuous and topless little minx up the garden path for three hours of illegal lust.
"Can we do you now, Darren?"
"And you, Kevin?"
Darren held up both hands. "Kevin and me have got to talk about something. We'll be back later, okay?"
"Oh, no!" The girls felt cheated and betrayed. They had trusted this young man and he had taken advantage of them by not letting them have a fuck. It couldn't be because Darren was a namby-pamby scaredy-cat like Kevin. After all, some of the girls were actually of legal age. More or less, anyway. As near as made no difference.
"Come on, Kevin," he urged, getting up, slamming the rear hatch closed and yanking open the driver's door. "See you later, kids!"
Kevin was barely inside before they were roaring away, leaving the inconsolable girls to share their desperate loss.
"What was that all about?"
"More pieces of the jigsaw. It's all falling into place. There were some things that Serena told me but I didn't really understand until now. But you heard what that Jacqui said?"
"I heard a little slut bragging that she'd been screwing her uncles three times a day! As if things weren't bad enough, we've now got child abuse at the hands of adult family members."
"But she's only practising for when it's legal. Kind of like homework. And they're probably not her real uncles. No, remember what she said about her brothers?"
"They were too old. Whatever that means."
"No! She said they got too old. She had them a few times and then they got too old. They got too old and they joined the club."
"Joined the club? I suppose she meant they finally grew up and started going with girls of their own age. Real women, over eighteen!" he sneered rather unpleasantly as he assumed the moral high ground.
"That's not quite what she meant, but you're closer than you think. Look out there."
They had reached the edge of town and turned into the parking lot shared by a supermarket, a carpet store, a supplier of electrical appliances, a purveyor of motor oil, windshield wiper blades and shiny tool kits, and a do-it-yourself and home-gardening lifestyle emporium. They cruised slowly among the parked cars. "Look at them," he said. "What do you see?"
Kevin inspected the shoppers. There weren't very many of them. There seemed to be something missing....
"When's your birthday, Kevin, me old mate?"
"October 17th."
"Yeah, and mine's just before Christmas. Eighteen at last! We'll be able to vote, join the army, buy drinks...."
Kevin sniffed loudly. "Yeah, so it will be legal, but so what? It might be legal for you to screw little girls with big tits, but it still isn't right!"
"Once we're eighteen there'll be no more screwing of little girls with big tits, buying drinks or joining the army. We won't be able to do any of those things, 'cause we won't be here!"
"We won't...?"
Darren waved out of the window. "There's no one out there over eighteen. Or put it another way; the only people between eighteen and — let's say — thirty, are the ones with babies. Sh'll I tell you where the others are? They're not here. There was something that copper told me last night and I'd been trying to figure it out ever since. They're in the club, just like Jacqui said. It's Club 18-30!"
"Come on, Daz! That's ridiculous!"
"I know, but so's everything else that's happened. Look, we drove off for a nice quiet week playing cricket and drinking beer. Thanks to your lousy map-reading, we got lost. We turned off down a lane, ran out of petrol and found ourselves back in the eighteenth century! Isn't that ridiculous enough for you? If it isn't, we end up with a buxom widow and her two stacked daughters, and you let the widow persuade you that we ought to make the entire village pregnant!"
"I knew we shouldn't have come back...."
"We shouldn't? Speak for yourself, pal. I've got a nearly new car, I'm sleeping with the hottest girl you ever saw — who's not really my sister —I've suddenly got a twelve-inch cock and I can spurt a load of hot cum every five minutes! That's got to be better than being back there with all those stinking women, no cars, no phone, no TV, no nothing!"
Kevin glared at him. "Twelve inches?"
"I haven't really measured it. Maybe even thirteen."
"That's even bigger than mine."
"I should hope it is! I didn't wish for it to be this huge, dangling out of my shorts all the time, it's a fucking nuisance. But having said that...."
"Yeah, yeah, right...."
"The only problem is that in a couple of months' time, you're going off to Club 18-30, and I'll be following you before Christmas. We're going to be losing the twelve best years of our lives. Whatever you think of the moral aspects of it all, what we've got now has got to be better than that! You may not like the idea of bonking all these twelve-year-olds, but they've been training hard for their six years of action, they've got enormous tits and they're perfectly legal."
"What do people do at Club 18-30, anyway?"
"God knows. I suppose they party all the time, play volleyball on the beach, get drunk, have sex...."
Kevin grimaced. "Twelve years of that! I'd rather go to jail."
"No hope of that, even though you are sleeping with your kid sister."
"I'm not!"
"You might as well be! They can't touch you for it. And she's even hotter than Serena, so Serena says."
"October! That's no time at all. What are we going to do?"
"Well, we could wait until October then try and find that old village again. When we get down there, you can decide if you want to stay. If you do, I'll come home on my own. While you're making your mind up, I'll try and find my cricket bat and my towel...."
"What's the use of a cricket bat to anyone in October?"
"We ought to bring it back, it's in the wrong time. I'll walk down the river for a bit and see if it's caught up somewhere."
"Why wait until October, anyway?"
"Because there's always a risk that we might get stuck down there for ever. Meanwhile, until before your birthday, we've got exactly eight weeks...."
Kevin's eyes filled with horror. "What for?"
"To make the most of it. We're going back to the playing field and I'm going to make every last one of those little sweeties pregnant, that's what for! If that's what they want."
"What do they want to be pregnant for, anyway?"
"I'm guessing, but maybe it's because if they have a baby, they don't have to go away to this Club 18-30 thing! Their brothers get too old and go to the club, but none of the girls mentioned their sisters going."
Kevin looked out of the window. "The sisters must go somewhere. There aren't many young women out there either."
"Who knows? They've got six years to grow such huge tits that maybe they can't even get out of the house!"
"Nah, the girls would have mentioned that!"
"Yeah, I suppose so. It must be the babies thing, then. The ones who don't have babies go to the club. Imagine! If there's one thing worse than a Club 18-30, how about a Club 18-30 where the men outnumber the women!"
"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"
"On and off, yeah." Darren restarted the engine. "Meanwhile I've thought of something else that might be worth trying. I'm going to see if I can join the police!"
He drove fast, heading for the playing field, windows open, the bass thumping, his cock stiffening in anticipation. Kevin seemed less keen.
"If it's all the same to you ... I don't think I want to ... I mean, they're very young...."
"You didn't let that stop you when we were back in the village!"
"That was different. That was then, this is now."
"Exactly! This is now!"
"I'm not stopping you doing it, Daz. I just think I prefer older women, that's all."
"Oh, yeah? How many have you had? In this century, I mean."
"Funn-ee."
Darren felt a twinge of sympathy for his confused and misguided friend. "I'll drop you off at home if you like."
Kevin nodded in silence. Finally, as the car pulled up outside his house, he said, "Daz, I've had an idea. How about if we swap sisters for a few nights?"
Charlie seemed to have made herself completely at home in Serena's room.
The domestic arrangements had passed off without a hitch. Serena simply tossed a few clothes in a bag and moved in with Kevin. Darren expected some kind of objection from his mother when he hesitatingly suggested that Charlene might like to come for a kind of extended sleepover for a week or so. To Darren's surprise, the only comment was that they'd better try and be a bit quieter at nights than the last time that huge-breasted little slut came over. Darren didn't dare ask.
"Can you help me with my homework, Daz?" the girl pleaded.
"You don't have homework during the school holidays, Charlie," he pointed out reasonably.
She clamped her tits firmly around his head, an unpleasant habit of hers whenever he said anything she didn't want to hear. He didn't object too strongly because she always let him out after a few minutes. It was a cosy feeling, being in there, and even though her tits were more than big enough to envelop his head completely there was always a crack at the top or the bottom so he could more or less breathe.
The pressure eased and he peered out of his sweaty prison.
"Are you going to behave and be a good boy now?" She wagged her finger at him.
"Yes, Charlie."
"Good. Now help me with this homework while I give you a blowjob."
He sighed, defeated. "What is it?"
"The Law."
"What? You're studying Law at your age?"
"All girls have to do this as soon as they're twelve," she pouted. "It's not fair; boys get away with it."
All this was news to Darren, although it sounded likely enough, considering the thick wad of paper Charlie was flapping in his face.
"They give it to us in July and we've got to have it ready for the first day of school."
"Yeah, but what's it about?"
"The Law, silly!"
"Which law?"
"There's only one Law! Look!"
He took the sheaf of papers and scanned down the first page, which was crammed full of Charlie's girl-writing, sloping backwards, rounded and tiny. He could imagine her tongue sticking out as she wrote it. The thought made him start throbbing again and, as if by reflex, Charlie took him in her hand. His eyes flickered to the top of the page. There, heavily underlined, were the words: 'The Age of Consent'.
"Ah," he said. "That law!"
"We have to put it into real words," she said. "The way they write it, it's all a load of crap."
"Hmm, let's have a look. 'The Age of Consent for girls is sixteen years old.' That's not right, Charlie," he laughed. "Everyone knows it's twelve!"
"Of course it's not!" she pouted. "It's sixteen. You have to be sixteen to get married and have babies. You can have babies and not get married as long as you're twelve. I'm not, anyway," she added.
Darren was bewildered but intrigued. "You're not what?"
"Pregnant. I only told my mum that 'cause she'd been horrible to me and wouldn't buy me a new bikini."
Regretfully, Darren thrust this image away from him. "But Kevin said you were two months overdue."
"I know!" She beamed. "It's his own fault for being rude about my breasts."
"What did he say about them?"
"He said they were getting huge, and asked if I was pregnant, so I said of course. Really, they're only getting huge 'cause I'm growing up. They'll get a lot bigger than this."
"They will?"
"I like the way your cock does that," she coo-ed. "I'll suck it while you read my Law."
And so Darren read all about the Law, translated into language even a boy could understand. Enthralled, he read on, turning the pages without saying a word. Meanwhile, he throbbed away in Charlie's fortunately accommodating mouth.
"What's this mean?" he asked, halfway down page three. The girl had written the words 'Stable Relationship' and illustrated it with a cartoon of a horse. A stallion, to be precise.
Charlie emptied her mouth and plucked a pubic hair from her tongue before replying. "He's my little pony," she said. "Do you like him?"
"He's all right. But that's not what 'stable' means, surely?"
"He's only there to help me remember the word. Stable means we're allowed to fuck when we're twelve as long as we've been in a relationship with a boy for a year.
Darren felt his hair stand on end. This young but eerily experienced girl spouting a load of joined-up, grown-up jargon sounded like one of those shitty politicians on the TV. It made no sense whatsoever yet the words had a scary kind of right-on, politically correct feeling to them.
"The teacher said it's to encourage stable relationships — partnerships — between boys and girls. And between boys and boys, and girls and girls, of course. He's got a beard."
"Who?"
"Mr Anderson. He does it with boys. I wonder if his beard tickles their balls."
"Probably. How do they define a stable relationship?" Darren expected her to look blank and ask him what he meant.
"Ten times a week," she answered promptly.
Darren's jaw dropped. His hair was still standing on end. "You mean you have to have sexual relations...?"
"Fuck!"
"That if you fuck a boy ten times a week for a year...?"
"Yeah, but it don't have to be the same boy all that time. The guv'ment say so. A stable relationship is where you fuck a boy ten times a week, so as long as you carry on doing that for a year, you can do it with as many boys as you like."
There seemed to be a flaw in the government's thinking. "You mean it's legal for girls to...?"
"To fuck?"
"To fuck when they reach twelve...?"
"Like me?"
"Like you ... when they reach twelve, as long as you can prove you've already been fucking boys ten times a week for a year?"
"Of course! But it don't have to be boys. That's shit. It can be uncles. An' brothers, of course."
Darren was coming to the main thrust of his argument. "In fact, Charlie, if you haven't been fucking boys — or uncles, or brothers — for a year when you reach your twelfth birthday, then it's illegal for you to fuck anybody?"
"That sucks!" she said dismissively.
"It's the Law, though, if what you've written here is right. Maybe you'd better read that bit again and get it right this time."
"It is right. If we don't fuck boys an' uncles an' brothers then we're not allowed to start until we're sixteen, then after that we can fuck anybody we like an' they won't go to jail. But nobody does. Only a few girls do it, the ones with no tits. The rest of us have been fucking for ever! Ever since we first learned about it in Sex Ed."
"When was that?"
"When we first got our tits. Mostly when we're 'bout eight, although I got mine when I was seven."
"Jee-zus, Charlie! You didn't start then, did you?"
"Put it in me again, Darren. All this sex talk is making me wet!"
"You're always wet, Charlie," said Darren, his voice trembling.
"Only when I'm with you. You're so big inside me!"
"I'm not inside you yet. Do you want me to carry on reading this Law thing? It doesn't make sense. It says you can do it legally when you're twelve as long as you've been doing it illegally for a year."
"That's right," said Charlie. "How much bigger do you think my tits will get? Are they the biggest you ever saw?"
"Nearly."
"Not those Fisher girls? I'm tons bigger than what's her name — the older one? You've seen someone with bigger ones? How big? How old is she?"
"Only one girl. Hers came down to her knees, but she could still climb a tree, just about. I s'pose she's ... ooh, nearly three hundred years old...."
"That's all right, then," Charlie relaxed and lay back against the headboard of Serena's bed. "I've got years to catch up with her. What's her name?"
"Charity."
"That's a nice name. Was she as good as me in bed?"
"We never actually did it in bed." He placed his thumbs together and spread his fingers apart as far as they would go, as if holding a large ball, then tried to cup one of Charlie's areolae. She giggled. It was too big.
She sat up suddenly. "I know! You can measure me! There'll be a tape measure in Serena's top drawer."
Darren wondered how she knew, but there was. He untangled it from several thongs and waved it in the air over his head.
Charlie hung her head and looked up at him from behind her hair. "Isn't it terrible, my hips are nearly thirty-nine inches! And look at my tummy, it's huge!"
"You don't want me to measure those, then?"
"Of course!" she said indignantly, climbing off the bed and sidling backwards until her big bottom came into warm and cushiony contact with his thighs.
"I reckon you're right," he said, "it's enormous!"
"Measure it, then!"
He tossed one end of the tape around her and waited for it to reappear around the other side. Several seconds elapsed before she blushingly handed it to him.
"Fuck, it's too short!" he gasped. "That means your hips must be more than sixty inches!"
She giggled. "There's a longer tape in my bag," she said. "But that one's only too short because you've got it around my tits as well as my bum!"
He fumbled in her backpack for the tape, wondering why a girl who rarely wore any underwear at all should need to carry nineteen pairs of panties around with her. When the tape finally appeared it was nine feet long.
"I got it from a dressmaker," she said with pride. Then she leaned forward, slipped the two ends of the tape beneath her overhanging breasts and passed them back to Darren.
"That's better," he said. "Thirty-nine and three quarters."
This announcement drew a gasp of horror from the girl and she was so desperately ashamed that she had a spontaneous orgasm. She had three more when Darren revealed that her waist was now thirty-two.
"Shhhhh! My mum said we're not to make so much noise."
"It's not late. It's only just gone midnight. Tell you what? You know how girls' tits get bigger when they fuck?"
"That's an old wives' tale, Charlie."
"Not with me, it isn't. Doggy me, this time. And while we're doggying, you can measure my boobs!" She got down on the floor on hands and knees. "Oops!" she said. "They reach all the way down to the ground!"
"What?" Darren tried to see. They did. He hadn't seen anything like it since Charity, and she was way out of reach back in the eighteenth century. Not only were Charlie's breasts squishing on the floor, they also bulged outwards, forwards and backwards so as to occupy all the space between her chubby knees and her pudgy arms.
"I've got the tape underneath them," she said. "All you've got to do is to pull the ends up and round my back."
Darren did as he was told, then he cleared his throat ready to read out the all-important numbers. "Let's have a look, then...."
"Not yet! You've got to put it in me first!"
How could he have forgotten such a thing? Down on his knees, he prepared himself, wiggled it about, dipped the end in the slippery juices which trickled and dribbled down from the crack, gave himself a quite unnecessary stroke or two, then whopped it in. It slid in up to the hilt, the way it always did. Within seconds Charlie was howling like a banshee.
"Please, Charlie, try and keep the noise down!" he bellowed.
"Sorry!" she yelled back. "Measure it now, I feel huge!"
"Here we go!" He tried to bring the ends of the tape together while keeping up his lengthy thrusting. "It's ... it can't be, Charlie!"
"It can, it can! How big is it?"
"It's ... it's impossible!"
There was a pounding on the bedroom door. "Will you two kids shut up and go to sleep!"
Darren parked outside Kevin's house, noting that his sister and his friend were standing in the front garden, snogging deeply. He got out and leaned against the car.
"Hi, Serena. Hi, Kevin."
Serena looked up and grinned. "Nice jeans, Daz. What happened to your shorts?"
"They split while I was trying to get dressed this morning. God, that Charlie! You know that trick you showed her, where she helps you put your shorts on?"
Serena and Kevin smirked at each other like lovers, making Darren feel slightly sick. Kevin was wearing what seemed to be a new pair of purple silk shorts and he was semi-erect.
"How many times was it, darling?" Serena mooed, looking up into the eyes of her host.
"Oh, five last night, and three more this morning," said Kevin with a nauseating smirk. "How about you and Charlie, Daz? How many times?"
"Twice. I didn't want to hurt the poor little girl."
Serena let out a snort. "She doesn't usually have a problem with that. Did she get you to measure her?"
Darren was surprised. "Umm, yes, as a matter of fact...."
Serena laughed. "Good old Charlie, predictable as ever. I suppose she blushed and lowered her eyes and said her hips were shamefully huge and she had a fat tummy? How big are they this week?""
"Her waist was thirty-two and her hips were forty-something. I told her it was only thirty-nine and three quarters."
"What about her bust?" said Kevin.
So, Darren thought, there is a God! "She let me measure her bust, yes! Oh, by the way, we were using your tape measure, S'rena. From the top drawer?" He shook his head sadly. "No good, I'm afraid. Too short!"
"My tape was too short?"
"How long is it...?" Kevin butted in but stopped when he received a girlish elbow in the solar plexus.
"You used my tape and it was too short? How much too short?"
"Oh, quite a lot." He held his hands out with a gap between them. "'Bout this much."
"Bloody hell!" said Kevin.
"I remember the measurement now," said Darren. "Sixty-eight inches. She blushed a lot when I told her...."
"Sixty-eight? Too big for my best tape measure? In my own bedroom!" Serena stormed. "The fat little cow!"
"Hey, that's my little sister you're talking about!"
"She let me measure her bust while she was down on her hands and knees and I was doggying her. Of course, when I say we only did it twice," Darren continued, "Both those times lasted two hours. And that's not counting the four wanks, seven tit-fucks and thirteen blow-jobs...."
"Where is the little slut, anyway?" said Serena.
"I dropped her off down at the playing field. She wanted to talk to some of the other girls about their Law project. Charlie's a bit worried about hers, in case she fails and she doesn't get her fuck card."
Kevin's eyes boggled. "Her what?"
Serena threw up her hands. "You boys! You know nothing! Nobody ever fails the law project!"
"What's this stuff about a law project? What law? And what the fuck's a fuck card?"
Serena dipped into the pocket of her skirt and produced a small pink card laminated in plastic. "Don't look at the photograph," she said. "It was a bad hair day."
Kevin and Darren inspected the card, occasionally glancing at the uncomfortable Serena. "What's it for?" said Kevin.
"Everything. We show it to the bus driver and we pay half fare. And if a policeman stops us, it shows that we're old enough for sex, as long as we've done our qualification period."
"Has a policeman stopped you yet?" Darren asked, thinking about the local lawman and his hirsute honey.
"Not yet, but I've only had it a year."
Idly, Darren turned the card over and looked at the other side.
"There's everything on here!" he blurted, physical characteristics, measurements — these must be last year's — date of birth. Date of bir...?"
Kevin snatched the card away and scanned it closely. His face drained of colour. "Serena!"
"I might become a monk," Kevin said mournfully. The three of them were sitting round the kitchen table. Serena and Darren were sipping coffee. Kevin was abstaining. "Or maybe a priest."
"Priests have more fun," said Serena. "All those pure little girls with their pure little titties swelling out the front of their pure little white Confirmation dresses like little melons...."
"Or little choirboys, if you'd prefer it," said Darren, seeing his friend's pained expression. "It's never too late to convert to homosexuality."
Kevin's mother sashayed into the kitchen, stark naked as usual. "Hi, kids! Sorry if me and your dad kept you and Serena awake last night, Kev, that risotto we had for supper made us a bit horny." She sidled around the table and perched herself on Darren's lap, depositing a slobbery wet kiss on his mouth. At the same time she ground her ample backside against his half-hard cock. "If our Charlie's left anything in your balls, sweetie-pants, the back garden's free for the next hour or so."
"Kevin's going to be a monk, Mrs Douglas," said Serena, seeing that her brother wasn't really free to comment.
"Will he have to take a vow of silence?" his mother asked.
"He didn't say which kind of monk he's going to be."
"Do they have to say nothing all the time?" said Mrs Douglas.
"I think so," said Serena.
"So he won't even be allowed to yell 'you feel so big inside me' in the middle of the night?"
Serena turned a brownish shade of pink.
"I'm not taking a vow of silence, Mum!" Kevin snarled. "I just need to get away from this place where parents encourage their own innocent young girls to despoil the precious gift of their bodies."
"Shit, it's raining," said his mother. "Look, why don't you two go back to bed for an hour while Darren gives me a good seeing-to on the kitchen table?"
"She's only thirteen, Mum!"
"I wish I was thirteen again," sighed Mrs Douglas, gazing wistfully into the distance. "Imagine it, thirteen, with these knockers I've got now! They called me the Blow-Job Queen. I'd have been the Tit-Fuck Empress if I'd had bigger puppies. Not that I'd want a pair like our Charlie's, of course. I'm a firm believer that anything more than a sackful is a waste." She placed one on each side of Darren's face and wobbled them from side to side. Darren saw what she meant; Charlie's breasts would have swallowed up his head completely in that position. "Did you have a good night, Darren?"
"Yes, thank you, Mrs Douglas."
She leaned back and offered a lewd wink. "How many times?"
"Twice, but we did other stuff as well."
"That's the way, son! You can't beat a varied sex life. I s'pose she made you measure her again?"
"She did, as a matter of fact."
Mrs Douglas sighed and gave her hips another grind against his groin. "Okay, what's the latest?"
"68-32-40."
"Holy fuck!"
Darren blushed.
"Where is the huge-titted little tart, anyway?"
"I gave her a ride down to the playing field."
"She's playing football? My Charlie had to give that up before she was ten!" And Mrs Douglas cupped her hands as far in front of her own huge chest as possible. Then her eyes opened wide. "Darren!" she said with a happy gasp. "You seem to have suddenly sprouted the most enormous hard-on I've ever felt! Surely that's not because I've been telling you all about my little girl?"
Kevin scraped back his chair. "I've got to go upstairs...."
Serena got up, too. "I'll come with you."
"What's up with those two?" Mrs Douglas asked, when the two of them had pounded upstairs.
"Serena's only thirteen," Darren explained.
"So?"
"I think Kevin has some weird idea that the age of consent ought to be sixteen, and he shouldn't be sleeping with underage girls."
"How positively medieval!" Mrs Douglas, still sitting on Darren's lap, shrugged her shoulders, a movement which would have caused a seismic upheaval in her shirt if she hadn't been completely naked. She got up and raised her remarkably broad and well-upholstered rump on to the kitchen table before spreading her legs and bringing her heels right up to her buttocks. Her breasts wobbled heavily on her chest even though a significant proportion of them had slumped down into her armpits. Her impressive womanhood was level with the edge of the table, moist — sopping wet, in fact — and inviting. "Drop those jeans and bury that slab of meat in me, big boy!"
Darren did as he was told.
"So, have you thought about what you're going to do when you leave school?" she asked as soon as he had established some kind of rhythm.
"Not ... really. College ... I suppose. Media ... Studies...."
"How about sex videos? You and Charlie? Or Serena?"
Darren paused for breath. "That wouldn't be legal, would it?"
"I don't see why not. The girls have their fuck cards. You're a bit young, but there are plenty of ways round that, especially with a dong like yours. What have you stopped for?"
"Sorry."
"If you didn't want to do it with Serena or Charlie, how about Daphne Fishflaps' girls? I went to school with Daphne and she was absolutely the filthiest slut you ever saw. She was in half a dozen videos when we were still in school. Not just your ordinary tit and arse stuff that most schoolgirls do, she was doing the real thing. I can never tell her daughters apart, which is the one with the biggest tits?"
"Belinda?"
"No, she's the oldest. The younger one's bigger than her."
"Oh?"
"Kimberly, that's her name. Still, if I know Daphne, she's probably got them both signed up with one of the big porn studios already. Either that or a place in the National Video College. They churn out a hundred smutty productions a year, under various aliases, of course. All the Government Pornography Unit stuff comes from there. You've stopped again," she accused him.
"Sorry, I was thinking." He resumed his thrusting.
"That's better. You still didn't tell me what you were going to do after you've left school."
"I'd thought of becoming a...."
"Don't keep stopping!"
"Sorry, Mrs Douglas."
"Ooh, fuck, yeah! Yessss! You are so fucking huge inside me!"
The back door burst open. "Hi, Mum. Hi, Darren!"
"Hi, Charlie, love." Mrs Douglas blew her daughter a little air kiss. "God, child, your tits look gigantic in that wet T-shirt"
"I know. The shirt helps, but they do hang down miles! The policeman abducted me and gave me a ride home."
"In his car, dear?"
Charlie and Darren rolled their eyes at one another, and he felt himself edging closer to an explosion.
"Before I got in the car he told me to put my arms above my head."
"Searching a little girl for weapons?" her mother said. "What is this world coming to?"
"No, he was looking at my armpits but he said they're not hairy enough. And I'm too old. He only likes girls about ten. He likes big tits as well, but we've all got those."
Darren grew subtly harder, and harder still when the girl pressed her huge wet tits against him and slipped a cool hand beneath his scrotum. Seconds later he erupted with immeasurable violence inside Mrs Douglas.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "I see what you mean about this boyfriend of yours, Charlie! He's just hosed my insides!"
"Yeah, don't wear him out; I'm horny as a ... what am I as horny as, Darren?"
Darren stared blankly at her, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He struggled to form the words. "Wanna ... be ... policeman."
Several minutes later, when Mrs Douglas had climbed off the table and tottered off with her legs akimbo to make a nice pot of tea, and when Darren had recovered sufficiently for Charlie to restore him to the promising beginnings of another erection, the kitchen had begun to take on the appearance of a normal English home. The naked mother, still glassy-eyed, brought the teapot and three mugs to the table and slumped in a chair, immediately dribbling a load of bodily fluids on the seat.
"Take that wet T-shirt off, Charlie," she nagged in a dreamlike voice. "You'll catch your death of pneumonia."
"It won't come off, it's stuck to me." She plucked at the material to prove her point. She was right; despite all the girl's exertions, the T-shirt — probably the largest size known to man — was tucked in at the waist of her low-slung shorts. As her breasts continued on downwards from there until they were safely clear of her pudenda, the wringing wet shirt was securely trapped under half a hundredweight of not quite legal booby. Her nipples, their sights set firmly on the floor a yard or so in front of her feet, were somewhat more prominent than wine corks and the wet cotton was stretched so drum-tight across the more-than-dinner-plate-sized chocolate brown ovals of her areolae that the bumps of her Montgomery's tubercules stood out clearly enough to be counted.
"You ought to take it off, Charlie," Darren agreed as he accepted a mug of tea from his recent lover. "I'll help you," he offered, and his cock evidently thought this was a good idea as it throbbed to show its willingness.
"I don't like this T-shirt much anyway." said Charlie. "We could cut it off!"
"It would be no good to anyone if you cut it off," said Darren.
"It would be no good to anyone but her anyway," Mrs Douglas muttered grimly. "Who else has got tits as big as those things? How big did you say she was last night?"
"Sixty-eight inches."
"I bet I'm bigger than that now!" Charlie claimed. "I bet if we cut this T-shirt off they'd hang right down to ... to my ... how far down would they hang, Darren?"
"A long way."
Mrs Douglas put her foot down. "That settles it. Charlene, go to your room at once and put a bra on." She held up a hand to silence the protests. "No! It's raining outside so you'll be staying indoors, so there's absolutely no excuse for not wearing a bra. I don't care if they are all too small, you'll just have to spill over the top for a day or so. Now, move! Go with her, Darren, and make sure she does as she's told!"
"But, Mrs Douglas...."
"No, it will be good training for you. One day soon, very soon, you'll have children of your own, and you'll certainly be wanting them to wear bras around the house!"
Half an hour later, Kevin and Serena came out of Kevin's room at exactly the same time as Darren and Charlie came out of Charlie's.
"Can you take me home, Darren?" Serena immediately demanded, her face showing extreme displeasure. Then she caught sight of Charlie. Attempts to squeeze the younger girl's chesty charms into a bra had met with limited success. "What do you call that?" she quavered, pointing a limp finger at the hopeless garment.
"It's my sports bra."
"Sports? What's the use of a sports bra to a girl with a sixty-eight inch bust?"
"It don't fit any more," Charlie confessed.
They all stared at her. The boys decided to stay quiet. Darren kept his mouth shut because he still hadn't recovered from the mother of all tit-fucks. Kevin had renewed his vow of silence because the sight of his kid sister had given him an instant hard-on, something Serena had completely failed to coax out of him in the last hour or so.
The sports bra had bright yellow three-inch wide straps bearing the word DISCOVERIES along their length. Surprisingly, despite being stretched, the word appeared one and a half times between the top of the cups and the girl's shoulders. The cups were made of alternating yellow and black panels which made them look startlingly like hot air balloons: their undersides rested on Charlie's plump belly, somewhere below the navel, and they were way too small. Discoveries sports bras, she had explained to Darren, were designed to allow exactly half of a girl's tits to hang out of the top. There was more like twice as much of Charlie spilling out of the cups than there was inside. She had tried, with Darren's fumbling help, to cram more of herself into the bra but even a Discoveries sports bra had its limits. At that point they had started kissing and one thing had led to another.
"How long have you had this thing?" Serena now asked her.
"It fitted in May," she whined. "Well, nearly."
Kevin's erection lengthened.
"You were only fifty-two inches in May," Serena reminded her. "You're sixteen inches bigger now!"
Kevin's erection lengthened still further.
"Eighteen," said Charlie mournfully.
"I measured her again," Darren conjured up the image in his mind of the girl hanging her breasts over the edge of the bed. "Seventy inches."
"But I'm not putting on weight," Charlie protested. "My waist is smaller again."
Kevin was surreptitiously stroking himself. Darren frowned at him and shook his head.
"I'll have some new bras for school," said Charlie.
Serena snorted, "Huh!"
Throwing caution to the wind, Kevin now had his full length out in the open and was stropping it furiously. In one of those sudden unfortunate silences, the rhythmic slapping noise attracted both girls' attention.
"You filthy slob!" Serena howled at him. With convenient disregard for the terms of the Law, she continued, "You said you were going to become a monk but you're lusting after your own underaged sister! Take me home now, Darren!"
Mrs Douglas was mystified as the foursome clumped down the stairs, trooped through the kitchen and out the back door; Serena like a racing yacht under full sail, Darren following along in her wake, Charlie trying to tuck her nipples back into the spinnakers of her half-a-yard-too-small sports bra and Kevin trailing behind having just ejaculated a heroic load all over his sister's plump backside.
Five seconds later they all crowded back in again.
"It's raining," said Charlie.
"Where were you all going anyway?" said Mrs Douglas, her eyes wandering across the little group and inevitably coming to rest on the biggest target, her daughter's bosom.
"S'rena and Kevin have had an argument so Darren was taking her home to make her feel better."
"I've got a better idea," said Mrs Douglas. "Why not ask Darren nicely and see if he'll take you all along to the bra store? Then you can all choose something nice — something that fits."
"To Discoveries? Oh, Mummy, Mummy!" Charlie jumped up and down with excitement. The other three picked her up and Darren helped her put her nipples back inside her bra.
Mrs Douglas found her purse and pulled out a card. She wagged it in her daughter's face. "Now, can I trust you not to spend too much? Just one bra, you understand?"
Charlie took the card and nodded eagerly. "One bra. And a new T-shirt? That wet one split while Darren was helping me take it off. Can I get a sports bra again? They're ever so comfortable."
Her mother passed a weary hand across her forehead. "I don't think they'll make sports bras in your size, darling. Have a good look around the store — not just upstairs in the Junior department — and make sure you ask Kevin before you spend any money." She turned her attention to her son. "Kevin, run upstairs and fetch your little sister a shirt. And can you please put that thing away! If your bloody tadger keeps falling out, go and put some jeans on. If Darren can manage to look neat and tidy with thirteen inches, I'm sure you can with only ten!"
Kevin turned and slunk out of the kitchen.
"And stop playing with it! You'll go blind, like your Uncle Jeffrey."
The boys tried not to look like tourists as they accompanied their sisters down Udderleigh High Street. It was familiar but totally different. All the usual stores were there but by far the biggest was an elaborate art deco palace with the single word DISCOVERIES carved in the white marble of its frontage. The building was three floors high, and its huge ground floor windows bore the legend A to Z and Way Beyond.
Serena and Charlie marched into the store as if they'd been doing it all their lives, their brothers following, wide-eyed and open-jawed.
Their way was barred by a large uniformed commissionaire. He held out an arm dripping with gold braid.
"Gallery, gentlemen? This way, please."
"They're with us," said Serena over her shoulder. "Brothers."
The flunky came to attention and saluted her. Then he bowed slightly and allowed the boys to pass.
"Gallery?" Kevin mumbled to his friend.
Darren jerked a thumb upwards. "Look up there." Running the full length of the ground floor was a viewing gallery, its ornate gilded rail lined with boys, staring down upon the shoppers, pointing and nudging one another. Some had binoculars. At intervals, there were even a number of those coin-in-the-slot swivel-mounted telescopes found at the seaside, ostensibly for the study of shipping but normally used — as they were here — for looking at girls' tits.
There was so much to see.
The store was laid out in aisles, with overhead signs directing shoppers according to their cup sizes: Up to D, E to H, I to L and so on up to Z and Up. But instead of heading for the largest sizes, Serena and Charlie were striding determinedly across the store to an escalator where a sign said Upstairs: Junior Department.
As they trundled upwards, the view opened up around and beneath them. "They're all the women's sizes down there," said Darren as the conveyance took them soaring past the viewing gallery. The spectators — mostly boys of fifteen to seventeen — glanced idly at the two girls then turned their attention back to the ground floor.
Kevin didn't reply. He was still in a state of indecision, knowing that a normal boy of his age ought to be more interested in screwing Darren's mother than in his own and Darren's sisters.
Darren didn't have this problem. Since returning to the present, he had happily screwed everybody.
The Junior Department was decorated in nursery shades of pink, yellow, blue and purple. Overhead signs now pointed to Training, E to L, M to T, U to Z and Supersize. Charlie and Serena were undoubtedly heading in the direction of Supersize.
Applause broke out above their heads, and Charlie turned to smile and wave at the crowd in the Gallery. Here in the Junior Department, the spectators were not from the same age group as those on the floor below. Up here, there were a few boys who were probably aged between eleven and fourteen, and the men — who made up something like ninety percent of the crowd — were any age from thirty upwards. Uncles. It was the uncles who were applauding and cheering Charlie in her totally too-small sports bra.
The girls stopped in their tracks. Charlie wanted to inspect a range of bras in electric blue, lime green and orange. "Those men!" she said, blushing bright red.
"These won't fit you, Charlie," said Kevin. "They only go up to T-cups."
"They're pretty, though, aren't they?" said Serena, holding an enormous orange bra against Charlie's chest. Even in a blue work shirt, the outrageous size of the girl's bust was obvious, especially from above. "We'd better move on, Charlie, you know what happened last time!"
Charlie giggled, and they set off, heading for Supersize again.
"What happened last time?" said Kevin.
Serena pointed up at the viewers. "What would you be doing if you were up there and Charlie was down here?" She made an unmistakeable gesture with her wrist.
"Oh, God, no! In a public place?"
"All over her shirt," said Serena. "Not bad, actually. He must have shot his load about ten feet in front of him to hit Charlie. And he was old enough to be her uncle."
The Supersize counter was furthest away from the Gallery, and it had an air of tranquillity about it. Examples of the very largest Discoveries bras were displayed on a selection of absurdly stacked little mannequins, not one of them as tall as five feet, even in high heels, which — apart from their bras and sub-microscopic panties — was all they were wearing. The boys were faintly surprised to see that the mannequins came equipped with body hair in all the standard places.
A tall woman approached them. "Well, hello! Charlie Douglas, isn't it? Welcome to Discoveries Supersize! Your second visit, I believe?"
Uncharacteristically, Charlie blushed and murmured something.
"Well, now, you're obviously wearing a sports bra and I'd say it was about eighteen sizes too small. Let's have that shirt off, please!"
There were no dressing rooms. The tall woman waved the boys away to a row of chairs, Serena joined them, and Charlie was left to remove her shirt in the presence of the tall woman. The lighting had discreetly dimmed and two spotlights now bathed the area, one on each of the principal players.
"Hmmm. A 32T, if my eyes don't deceive me. These things are enormously strong, practically indestructible, ideal for the active schoolgirl. You are active, Charlie, aren't you?"
"I'm a bit big for football," Charlie mumbled.
The tall woman had a braying laugh. She snapped her fingers, indicating that Charlie was still somewhat overdressed in her microskirt. "Sexually, darling, sexually!" she boomed in a voice that rattled the windows and even carried to the Gallery forty yards away. Cheers and hoarse catcalls sounded in reply.
"Oh," said Charlie. "Yeah. But I haven't got my card yet."
"Just boys, or have you tried the real thing?"
"Mostly boys."
The tall woman looked encouraged and produced a business card from somewhere about her person. Charlie, now down to her sports bra and thong, couldn't think where to put it so she tucked it in her shoe.
"Now, you are a very large girl, so we'll have to choose a suitable model for you."
Serena whispered to the boys in a hushed chapel-voice. "They use live models up here." Seeing two blank faces staring at her she amplified her statement. "Girls the same size and build as the customer? It saves having customers struggling in and out of bras all the time."
The tall woman cupped a hand beside her mouth and called in the direction of a curtained doorway marked Staff Only. "Model Twenty-three, please. Model Twenty-three. Activity bra!"
There was a dramatic pause of around thirty seconds while all eyes focused on the staff doorway. Then the curtain swished aside and a diminutive, chubby figure appeared. She was undoubtedly dressed for activity but it was anyone's guess what that activity might be. She wore a virtually transparent blouse through which could be seen the shadowy outline of a truly immense bra. Lower down was a pair of more-than-skintight cut-off jeans, a pair of bare and chubby but shapely legs, and dangerously high heels. She looked like a schoolgirl pretending to be a whore.
"Hi, Kimberly," said Charlie as the model drew closer and struck a pose.
Kevin had a hard-on again.
Darren had obviously been over-exposed to bosoms recently; his attention was drawn to the girl's shorts. She stood with one leg slightly bent and while the frayed cut-offs were pulled right up tight on one side, on the other they bulged at the crotch with what appeared to be more than a couple of handfuls.
He nudged Kevin. "What's she hiding in those pants?"
Kevin's attention was higher up, although not that much higher. He was stroking himself through his jeans and he didn't have long to go.
Serena eyed him with distaste. "If you're going to do that, you have to go up in the Gallery."
"Who is she?" he groaned. "I'm in love!"
"It's Kimberly Fisher," Serena hissed. "Belinda's sister." As she spoke the hated name of Belinda, Serena's lip curled. Strangely, she was jealous of Belinda, who was in her own class at school, but apparently didn't have a problem with Kimberly, who was both younger and considerably more fully developed.
"Hers are even bigger than Belinda's!" Darren whispered.
"Of course they are," said Serena, surprised.
"Are they bigger than Charlie's?"
"Don't know. It's very close. We'll see in a minute when they both get their bras off."
Kevin gulped, grunted, groaned and gasped, all at the same time. A dark wet patch appeared halfway down his left thigh as he disgraced himself.
"Oh, Kevin!" said Serena, but her heart didn't seem to be in it. In fact, her eyes were bright as she stared at the two girls, model and customer, whose nipples were almost touching, although they were stood a yard apart. Kimberly was a little shorter and slimmer than Charlie but as Serena had said, there was no way of comparing the sizes of their breasts until they took their tops off. As if deliberately keeping the watchers in suspense, they were in no hurry to get topless.
"You can take your blouse off now, Kimberly," said the tall woman, and the model gave a little bob before complying. It took her almost three minutes, by which time both boys were rock hard and Serena was breathing heavily. And there was still the removal of the bra to come. The bra itself was dark blue, with the trademark DISCOVERIES in white on the broad shoulder straps. "What do you think, Charlie?" said the woman, who seemed to be having difficulty breathing herself.
"What size is it?"
"We'll have one to fit you, don't worry. You're a thirty-four. Of course, I could measure you, but it would take an hour or so...."
"I'll try it on later," Charlie decided. What else have you got?"
"Would you like something heavily supportive, dear, or something with a more natural, feminine droop to it?"
"Can I see a droopy female one, please?"
A low rumble from the throats of the boys and Serena suggested that this was a popular choice.
Kimberly tossed her transparent blouse over one shoulder and departed. She was fully three feet across at the widest point.
"Fuck!" Serena muttered. "I need to do some serious growing!"
Charlie wandered across to her friends, pointing and giggling at Kevin's wet leg. "I'm still the biggest in our school, even if Kimmy's are bigger than mine. She isn't in our school until next year."
"Oh, sweet Jee-zus!" Kevin grated, and he dumped another load in his jeans. Although his beliefs would no longer allow him to have sexual relations with girls under sixteen, nobody had told his genitalia, which were producing load after steaming load every five minutes.
The tall woman looked at Charlie with her head on one side. "You're not pregnant, are you, dear?"
Charlie looked embarrassed, having told different versions of her story to different people. "I've been ... I...."
"I was just wondering, dear, because I know young Kimberly has been talking about trying for a baby because she wants one before her sister has one, then she'll get a bigger bedroom. So if she does get pregnant, I wondered if you might like to take her place. You're a similar build and it doesn't really matter that you're not as pretty. She'll come back after the baby, of course, while she's breastfeeding."
"Would I get paid?"
"A little, dear. We can't really pay children proper wages, but you'd get all your bras and shirts completely free, and that would be worth hundreds and hundreds of pounds...."
"Yeah, but my mum pays for those. How much would I get?"
"It would depend on the number of appearances you make. Young Kimberly only models for Junior girls with busts over about sixty, sixty-five inches. We only get half a dozen or so of those a week."
Kevin groaned again. His jeans were starting to look as if he'd pissed himself.
Charlie touched the wet patch then sniffed her finger and beamed with delight. "Would I get paid more if I was breastfeeding? You'd get lots more people in the Gallery...."
Kevin leaned across Kevin's panting body to speak to Serena. "People have to pay to go in the Gallery?"
"A pound a day downstairs, two pounds in the Juniors," she said. "Surely you've been up there before?"
Darren shook his head. It might be worth a visit or two.
The tall woman glanced towards the staff doorway. "Charlie, dear. Kimberly's mother does a bit of modelling in the Grown-Ups' Department downstairs. She's in the M to P section. How big are your mother's tits, dear?"
Charlie looked at Serena, who shrugged and looked at Kevin, who looked at Darren. "About this big," he said, using both hands. "Each."
"I know they're short of an L down there. They've been using my Juniors to model L-cup Grown-Ups' bras and that's bad for sales. It's bad for the Gallery takings, too; those teenage boys really hate looking at twelve-year-old girls even when they are 40-22-26. They'd much rather have someone's mother who was 50-28-40. So if you get your mum along, dear, we can probably do some kind of a deal with the wages for the two of you."
"Oh, wow!" said Charlie. She jumped up and down once and both her nipples popped out. There was applause from the uncles with binoculars.
Kimberly was back.
"Oh, no!" said Kevin. "Not again!"
This time, even Charlie gasped. The model was wearing a pink T-shirt in some otherwordly size. Underneath it was presumably a bra, but she wore nothing else apart from a pink hair ribbon. The absence of panties became obvious when she stubbed her bare toe on the edge of the counter, said an unladylike word and bent over to nurse her injured foot. Still cursing fluently she put her foot back on the floor and hobbled into the spotlight. The bra certainly met Charlie's requirement for something "female and droopy". If Kimberly's female parts drooped any lower they'd be hanging clear out of the bottom of the T-shirt.
"You may remove the T-shirt, Kimberly!"
"Gosh! Not upwards?"
"Of course, dear. It won't go downwards, will it! You'd never get even one of your tits through the neckhole."
"Yes, but ... I mean ... gosh! What about my panties?"
"What about them?" the tall woman said with a heavy sigh.
"I'm not wearing any. They got wet, and you're always telling me I mustn't wear wet panties when I'm modelling."
"How did they get wet, Kimberly?"
"The same way his jeans did," said the girl, pointing rudely at Kevin. "I cummed."
"I cummed too," Charlie confessed to her.
"So did I!" said Serena in a fierce mutter.
Darren was starting to feel like the odd one out. He doubted if the tall woman ever cummed, or even if she knew how it was done.
"Just take your T-shirt off, please," the woman said.
Until now, Darren had been reminded increasingly of Charity. Kimberly bore a remarkable resemblance to her in a number of ways, but as soon as she started to pull the T-shirt up and over her head, he saw the difference. Charity was bald as a coot apart from her head. Kimberly wasn't. He'd been fascinated earlier by the well-filled crotch of her cut-offs, and now he saw that her double-handful-sized bulge was made up of one handful of pussy and one of fur. She was very much a policeman's girl, Darren thought, which could have made things interesting if he ever became a policeman.
Once the shirt was off and Kimberly lowered her arms, the furry armpits disappeared and so, mercifully, did the crotch, the droopy female bra cups sagging below it to end up halfway down her maidenly thighs.
"My God, look at her!" said Kevin. The patch on his pants leg was now as big as a dinner plate.
"Could I wear a bra like that for school?" Charlie asked Serena, her eyes sparkling.
Serena had given up on any pretence of decency. Her knees were spread and she had one hand down the top of her skirt.
"It should be okay for school," she panted. "You wouldn't hang down as far as she does."
"No, hers are much bigger than mine, aren't they! Much, much, much bigger!" She turned to the tall woman, who was wiping a drop of moisture from her chin. "Can she take it off now?"
"As long as you're serious about buying this model, dear. You'll need a 34J2, I'd guess. That's a stock size, luckily." She clapped her hands loudly and a girl's face appeared at the curtain. "Forward, Jennifer, please! 34J2, style 'Junior LoRyda'."
Kimberly had taken advantage of this diversion to unhook the bra, slip off the shoulder straps and lower everything down to its fullest extent. She left the bra on the floor and swayed over to the row of chairs. The three watchers closed their eyes, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.
"Gosh!" she said, sitting down beside Darren. "Golly, Darren! That's massive! B'linda said it was huge but I didn't believe her!"
"Thank you."
Serena leaned across her brother again. "How about a sleepover sometime, Kimmy? You, me and Charlie?"
"Gosh, all girls together, that would be nice! When?"
"Saturday?"
"Okay. If my mum says it's all right. No boys, though. I don't do boys yet." She stood up and looked anxiously down at her chair in case she'd leaked.
"She's massive!" said Charlie. "You're massive, Kimberly! Is she as big as your three hundred-year-old friend, Darren?"
"I think she is," he said. He had been thinking the same thing. "She means Charity," he whispered to Kevin.
"As big as fucking Charity! Down to her fucking knees!" Kevin whimpered.
"He swore!" said Kimberly, deeply shocked. "He cummed and he swore! Who is he anyway?"
"My brother," said Charlie.
"Oh. Do you...?"
"Not any more. He's going to be a monk."
"Don't monks do it?"
"Not with their sisters."
"Only with their brothers?"
Charlie's bra was delivered by Jennifer, a girl of sixteen or so with a chest even flatter than a pancake. It was time for the sports bra to come off. The tall woman, Kimberly and Jennifer all surged forward to help. In silence they all tugged at her hooks and straps until everything came free at once and Charlie's breasts flopped heavily down to just below the level of her crotch.
"I wish mine were firm like yours!" said Kimberly.
"But yours are so much bigger than mine!" said Charlie.
"Mm-hmmm."
"And you're so much slimmer!"
"Mmm-yeah."
"And you're not as tall as me."
"I know. And I'm a year younger than you," she added.
"I was going to say that," said Charlie peevishly.
"Do you know, I'm 76-23-33," Kimberly said. "That means I need a 30T2, so I'm ten cup sizes bigger than you! I only look dumpy because I'm so short."
Charlie thought Kimberly had probably gone on just about long enough, thank you very much.
Meanwhile, in his pants, Kevin dumped the biggest load of all.
The sleepover wasn't a major success, right from the start. Charlie was proudly wearing her new droopy female Junior LoRyda bra and a brand new tank-top, a combination which gave her a remarkable cleavage, long enough and deep enough to hold a variety of objects.
"I can carry all my school books in here," she crowed. "I won't need a bag." To demonstrate, she stuffed the phone book between her breasts and followed it with the TV remote, several pens, her mobile phone, a box of chocolates and a small bunch of bananas.
"Those chocolates will melt in there," said Serena and watched while Charlie unpacked everything again. It was early on Saturday afternoon, the boys had gone off to play cricket and the two girls were in Serena's bedroom practising girl stuff while they waited for Kimberly to show up. Serena was on her back on the bed while the fidgety Charlie tried to find a comfortable position on top of her. The girl was heavy but Serena didn't really mind. She was about to spend a couple of days in the company of two young girls with undoubtedly the biggest, droopiest and most female breasts she had ever seen. She had been sopping wet for two days just thinking about it.
Downstairs, the doorbell rang, and they heard Serena's mum talking to somebody. Scrambling off the bed the two girls hurried to the stairs.
"My word, dear! You must be very proud of those!"
"I am," came Kimberly's crystal clear voice as she came inside. "And I'm only eleven!"
"Goodness me! I thought Charlie had big ones, but you make her look flat-chested. They're up in Serena's room."
"We're up here," Serena called. "Come on up."
"I'll try," said Kimberly, "but my breasts are so big it might take me a while to get all the way up there."
"What's she wearing?" Charlie whispered as the two girls watched Kimberly's bosom making its way up the stairs.
"I bet it's a sports bra under that T-shirt!" said Serena. "Look at them!"
Kimberly had stopped for breath. She looked up, like a mountaineer assessing the path to the summit.
"Don't you have any stairs at home?" said Serena.
"I live downstairs at home." She resumed her climb, a process which involved holding on to the banister with one hand while her other arm was under her breasts, lifting them up three or four inches at each upward step. They stuck out so far in front that she had to raise them far enough to clear the stairs in front of her. When she eventually reached the top she accepted Serena's hand and they all plodded heavily into her bedroom.
Kimberly immediately made her way to the full length mirror. "Fuck, I'm incredible!" she gasped as she studied her reflection.. "Don't you have a wider mirror? I can't see myself properly when I'm sideways."
"It's wide enough for me," said Serena tartly.
"And me," said Charlie. "It's wide enough for normal girls." Even her own gargantuan bust looked normal next to Kimberly's.
"Excuse me," said Serena, edging round Kimberly and Charlie. The bedroom floor wasn't big enough for the three of them. Somebody would have to get on the bed and stay there.
"My bed at home is king-sized."
"You'll have to sleep on a mattress on the floor tonight."
"On the floor? Where will you and Charlie be sleeping?"
"In my bed."
Kimberly, still keeping one eye on the mirror, shuffled her way to the double bed, possibly intending to test it for softness. As she was no more than four feet four inches tall, the undersides of her breasts were too low to rest on the bed, so she was forced to stand two feet away from it. She turned a ponderous half circle and approached the bed in reverse. "Lift me up, please!" she ordered. "I want to sit on it."
Charlie asked her what her last servant had died of, but Serena stepped forward to lend a hand.
"God, what do you weigh?" she panted after a few useless efforts, during which she accidentally grabbed a great squidgy handful of Kimberly's pudenda.
Kimberly didn't appear to notice. "It's not me that's heavy, it's my breasts. They weigh more than me."
"I'm going to the bathroom," said Charlie. "I don't feel too good."
Serena followed her out. "I don't think this was a very good idea."
"Where is she now?" Charlie sat down heavily on the toilet.
"In front of the mirror again. I know those tits of hers are ridiculous but somehow I'm not too interested any more. We've got to get rid of her somehow. How does she even stand up? She's grotesque!"
"Yeah," Charlie grunted.
"Oh, sorry. I'll leave you alone for a while."
"Good idea."
The boys dragged their bags out of the car and lugged them in the direction of the changing rooms. They encountered the club captain coming out with a bucket of sawdust.
"Hi, lads! Glad you got back okay. All fit and ready, are we?"
"Yes, thanks, Chris," said Kevin.
"Good. Tough game today. They're top of the league but if we play to our potential I think we can beat them today." He sniffed the air, looking hopefully at the clouds overhead. "Bit of rain about?"
"Could be," said Darren.
They shouldered their way through the door and dumped their bags on the table before looking round at the familiar faces of their team-mates. Their jaws fell open.
Udderleigh Cricket Club had always had a problem. Most of the players were ageing gracefully and there was a shortage of young talented members. Darren and Kevin had been warmly welcomed as promising newcomers — an opening batsman and a fast bowler. But there had always been an age gap between the two seventeen-year-olds and the experienced old hands.
As Darren and Kevin stared around the players in the changing room, they were surprised to see five players who might have been anything between seventeen and twenty-five. They were even more surprised to see that they were girls. And as if that wasn't surprising enough, the girls were in various stages of undress.
"Oh, fuck!" said Kevin, edging closer to the table.
"What's up?" Darren whispered, guessing what the problem might be.
"I've got a fucking hard-on."
"Shit, you can't! Not in here!"
"I've never had a hard-on in the changing room before."
"That's reasonable enough. Hey, they're not bad looking."
"Is that all you can say? Our changing room's full of girls!"
Darren pulled a towel from his bag and handed it to his friend. "Hide behind this and come outside." He waved weakly to the girls and the two of them backed out of the building.
"What can I do?"
"Go in the bogs and have a wank."
Kevin's eyes boggled. "You can't tell me to have a wank! Wanks are supposed to be private. Anyway, if I do have a wank, I'll be hard again in five minutes."
"Stay out of the way, then, until the girls are changed. Then you can nip in and change. You'll have five minutes before we start. With any luck, we'll be batting so you won't need to change straight away." Darren took his towel and began to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to change. I need to change if I'm opening the batting."
"But it's full of girls! With big tits!"
"They don't seem bothered by it, so why should I be?"
Ten minutes later, when Darren emerged from the changing room with his new female playmates, Kevin was still hanging around outside looking distinctly uncomfortable. Darren dragged him to one side.
"Did you do it?"
Kevin looked uncomfortable. "Yeah. But I'm rock hard again. Look over there!" He pointed to a corner of the ground, where the visiting team were tossing catches to one another. Their excited shouts echoed across the field. Nine of them were girls. Of those, six were almost insanely stacked.
"Oh, shit!"
"We're going to have to give up cricket," said Kevin. "We can't play with hard-ons. Not when we're as big as we are."
The captain appeared. "Come on, Kevin, get your whites on, we've lost the toss and we're bowling!"
Mercifully, at that moment, the gentle summer breeze died away to be replaced by a stiff wind from the opposite direction, and twenty seconds later there was a clap of thunder. All the players dashed helter-skelter for the sanctuary of the changing rooms.
The game was abandoned after an hour without a ball being bowled. There were ducks swimming happily on the outfield. The captain smacked his hands together. "Well, we get four points for an abandoned match, which is four more than we'd have got if we'd played against that lot. Let's have our tea."
"That does it!" Kevin said as soon as they were in the car and heading away up the road, stuffed with egg sandwiches and lemon cake. "Unless we do something, I can't play cricket ever again."
Darren felt doom gathering. "Do something?"
"We've got to go back to that village and change everything back. Or try to, at least. Whatever we do, it's got to be better than being surrounded by chicks with tits out to here."
"Or down to here," said Darren, who was thinking of Kimberly again.
"Stop it! I've had four wanks since twelve o' clock. It can't be doing me any good."
"It doesn't do you any harm." He remembered the sudden change in the expressions of the five girls in the team when he'd loaded his wedding tackle into his jock strap — not without enormous difficulty — and tried in vain to adjust his box so it fitted comfortably. Suddenly they had been very interested indeed. Ironically, they were of legal age, which should have suited Kevin, but he couldn't even come into the changing room. In the presence of a pair of decent-sized tits, he was now more or less permanently erect.
Darren felt a twinge of sympathy for his friend. They'd be back at work on Monday, and there would be girls in the office. Kevin was going to have more problems there. After all, if there were no males between the ages of 18 and 30 available, their places would have to be taken by women. Nubile, extremely buxom women. "How long will it take us?" he said after a mile or so of silence.
Kevin woke from his private thoughts and blinked. "Five minutes?"
"I meant how long would it take us if we went back to the village? What would we do?"
"We could see the twins again." Kevin began stroking the inside of his thigh.
"But they're only thirteen. You wouldn't be able to shag them."
"Okay. Maybe there'd be some older ones there. Or maybe when we arrive, they'll all be three years older...?"
"Does it really make any difference? They're still the same people. Besides, what if you get married one day? Say you get married when you're twenty-five? And your bride is a gorgeous, stacked, beautiful young woman of eighteen?"
"Perfect! Go on, go on!" Kevin fumbled with his zipper and after a lot of grunting produced his painfully stiff cock. He began to masturbate.
Darren tried to avoid looking. "I hope you've got a Kleenex handy." Then he pressed on with his carefully reasoned argument. "You'd be exactly seven years older than your wife."
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
"So you're seventeen now, which means that at the moment your wife is just ten years old."
Kevin continued to pump away with his fist. "Ten?" he exclaimed after about twenty more strokes. "That's disgusting!"
"Oh, yeah? I won't even bother asking why."
Kevin completed the task in hand, somewhat subdued, although he did spurt spectacularly over the inside of the windshield.
"You'll be clearing up that mess as soon as we get home!"
"Sorry."
"While you're doing that, I'll get mum to make us some sandwiches."
"What for?"
"We're going for a long ride. Tonight. If it hadn't rained we wouldn't have been home until nine or ten, so we might as well go as soon as we can. We can't do anything else this evening, anyway. The girls are having Kimberly for a sleepover, remember?"
"Oh, no! Kimberly!"
"So we'll leave at about four, okay? We can be down there before it gets dark."
"What are we going to do then?"
"We sleep in the car. Then one of us — you — can go up into the village. See if everything is the same as last time. While you're up there, I'll take a look for my bat."
There was a large van-like vehicle outside Darren's house. Just about to get into it, her nose in the air and a handkerchief to her eyes, was a diminutive figure whose chest was greater in diameter than the width of a normal car door, which explained the need for a vehicle with sliding doors.
"It's Kimberly!" Kevin, whose cock was conveniently still outside his pants, began pulling himself again.
"Why is she leaving early?" said Darren. Serena and Charlie were waving cheerfully from the front door. "They must have had a fight and thrown her out."
"A fight? A wrestling match with Charlie?" Kevin pounded away.
The image also appealed to Darren. As the van bore Kimberly Fisher away, Serena and Charlie came out, padding barefoot through the wet grass, and looked through the windows of the car.
"He's wanking again!" said Charlie. "Darren's hard, too." An observant girl, Charlie.
"Where did Kimberly go?" Kevin asked, with scarcely a pause in his action.
"We had a fight," said Serena. "I never even got a chance to put my face in that muff of hers."
Amazing, Darren thought. She's got the girl with the biggest tits anyone has ever seen up in her bedroom and all she wants to do is put her face in her muff. He idly wondered if there'd be room for two people to lose their heads in between Kimberly's tits at the same time. He decided there probably would be, but if the girls were no longer speaking to one another, there'd be no chance of ever finding out.
"Wake up, Darren!"
"What?"
"I asked why are you home so early?" said Serena. "It's stopped raining."
"Oh. We're going for a ride," said Darren.
"Whoopee!" Charlie did a heavy little war-dance.
"Where are we going?" Serena asked.
"We?"
"Of course. There's plenty of room for four in here. Even for Charlie."
Darren thought about it. What if they got to the village and everything suddenly changed back to the way it had been before? The car would be an old banger again — probably with an empty fuel tank — there wouldn't be a Discoveries department store in Udderleigh High Street, there wouldn't be hordes of busty little girls playing football on the playing field. Eighteen-year-old boys wouldn't be sent away to twelve years of life without girls. Kevin would no longer suffer from persistent erections. Darren himself would have a three-inch cock. The cricket club would be free of girls.
But if Serena and Charlie came with them, they'd be a kind of insurance policy. Just by being there, they might prevent anything too dramatic happening. It was worth a try, anyway.
"Yeah. You'd better rustle up some sandwiches and get yourself a change of clothes. We won't be back until tomorrow."
The girls looked at one another, grinned and hurried indoors.
Kevin finished his wank and started a search for Kleenex.
Darren checked the fuel gauge.
Epilogue
"It's got to be along here somewhere. We passed that place where we went over a hill and the road bent round to the right."
"I can't read the map in the dark."
"You couldn't even read the map in daylight."
"It was your stupid idea to try and find it in the dark."
Serena spoke up from the back seat. "What are you two arguing about?"
"He's lost us again," said Darren. "All he had to do was follow the map and see where we were, then we'd find our turning."
"The turning to where? You haven't told us where we're supposed to be going."
"We don't know," said Kevin over his shoulder. "That's the trouble."
"Here's a gateway, I'll pull over and we can look at the map."
The car stopped and Charlie woke up. "Are we there yet?"
"They don't know," said Serena, stretching her back and scrubbing at the window with her hand. She looked outside but there was nothing out there. "Even when we get there, they still won't know."
"Ouch!"
"What's the matter?"
"It's this bra. It's digging in to my tits."
"It's only because its so new. Why don't you take it off?"
"I'd rather have a pee."
"Darren, can Charlie get out and have a pee, please?"
"Okay. Don't let her go wandering off anywhere."
There was a period of rustling. "Unhook me, S'rena."
More rustling. "There."
Charlie got out and her footsteps faded away. Then they came back in a hurry.
"There's something in the field!"
"Where?"
"Outside. Out here."
"What is it?"
"Animals. What if they're wolves? I don't like wolves."
"There aren't any wolves in England," said Serena. "I'll come out with you. I need a pee myself. Don't go without us, Darren."
The girls were gone about five minutes. Then the back doors opened suddenly and they both got in. They were giggly and they smelled of wet grass.
"It was sheep," Serena laughed.
"Sheep?" Darren and Kevin looked at one another.
"There were sheep in that field when we stopped to look at the map last time we came down here."
"Yeah! Next turning on the left, then!"
"Okay!"
"Right!"
They set off, leaning forwards to catch a glimpse of the turning into the narrow lane.
"What's that?"
"Red lights. Loads of them."
They stopped again, and at that moment the moon came out from behind a cloud.
"Fuck, what's all that lot?"
"Looks like they're building a road. It must be a new motorway."
They looked across the fields to the left, in the direction where the land sank into a valley. On the far bank of the valley would be their village.
Kevin pointed. "Is that the church tower? Over by that clump of trees?"
The boys both looked. "Could be," said Darren.
They both knew it wasn't. It was probably more or less in the right place, but whatever it was, it wasn't a church tower.
"It doesn't look right." The moonlight bathed the scene once more.
"It's a bridge. A motorway bridge over the river. Our river."
Kevin was silent for a long time. That looks like that, then. It's gone."
"Yeah. Sorry, mate."
"Home, then?"
Darren took another look at the motorway bridge in the distance. The moon had disappeared and it was suddenly pitch dark by comparison. "We could park here until morning and see if there's any way down there. There might be something left."
"I don't think there will be. That new road looked pretty wide. Turn it round."
Darren spun the wheel. The engine purred.
"Are we going home now?" said Charlie.
"I think so, baby," said Serena. "Rest your head on my boobs. I suppose you boys aren't going to tell us what this was all about?"
"It's a long story," said Darren.
"I don't think you'd believe it," said Kevin.
There was no answer from the back seat.
"Still thinking of becoming a monk?" said Darren softly after a few miles.
"Maybe not. It will take a while to get used to the way everything has changed, but I guess I'll just have to go with the flow. I wonder if the police service will have room for two new recruits?" Kevin closed the road atlas and stuffed it in the door pocket. "It's been a tiring day for some reason. Will you be okay if I go to sleep?"
Darren smiled to himself as he gently slapped the steering wheel. "Yeah, I reckon the car knows its own way home from here."
The End