The Perils iii

by Uncle Stav

A warm, wet tongued rasped over her labia, one side and then the other, making parentheses around what she could tell were still very engorged lips.

She felt different now. She felt clean and powdered and her face felt like it had been made up -- her eyelids felt a little heavier, like when she put on eye shadow and mascara. She hadn't done that in a while. She'd been keeping a pretty simple, unadorned look for quite some time.

Her arms were snug to her sides. When she tried to move them, she found that her wrists were bound together in front of her, beneath her huge breasts. Bound and unable to see over her own mountainous cleavage, she was concerned but too confused to dwell on it. The steady lapping of the tongue over her privates was soothing her nerves -- and it was beginning to make her squirm despite herself. She cursed this newly reconstructed body for not being able to recognize a situation that deserved more serious concern.

A young woman's head appeared over her cleavage, with a kind and knowing smile. She had lustrous, long black hair and dramatic features, which set off nearly luminescent greenish eyes. She was heavily made up -- too much for daily comings and goings, but appropriate for the theater or performance. She seemed to be Karen's own age, mid to late 20s, and she was gorgeous, Karen thought.

Her head quickly disappeared again and the long, languorous tongue strokes were renewed. Karen tossed her head back on impulse and tensed from the contact. After delivering a series of vertical strokes on successive sides of her labia, the raven-haired beauty rose again, this time to her feet. She moved towards Karen's face and leaned over her and, in a smooth, arcing movement planted her full lips onto Karen's. The kiss was slow and sensuous. Karen was surprised by the move, but did nothing to put her off. The sensation was the most relaxing and erotic she could ever remember. Her lips parted willingly when her partner pushed forward with her tongue, though the experience was most certainly still a new one.

Their tongues entwined in Karen's mouth and she felt enraptured in the swiping of her partner's tongue over and around her own. She felt a warmth spread over her that quickly covered her whole body. This felt incredibly good for some reason. There was a deeply satisfying feel to the kiss, almost like the gratification of chocolate hitting the pleasure centers in the brain. The longer it lasted, the more she never wanted it to end. She found herself kissing back now, opening her mouth to meet her partner's luscious lips and tongue.

With a disappointing suddenness, the black-haired young woman pulled away from the kiss, leaving Karen's mouth agape and wet with the juices of their mutual saliva. The woman looked down at her and asked, "So how are you feeling?"

"Ohhhhh, good ... now," answered Karen. "Um, where am I? What's going on?" she asked somewhat uncaringly. She was curious, but none too anxious to change her circumstances.

"You're at 'The Patch' sweetheart - it's a dancin' bar. You don't remember much of what went on, do you?"

Her hand lit over Karen's oh-so-sensitive pubis again and she gently pulled her middle finger up through the moist cleft.

With a gasp of breath Karen got out, "Po -- ssessive?"

"Yeah, he was taking really good care of you and all, but he just would hardly let anybody else touch you. I guess you could understand with you being naked and - well, look at you, sweetheart! He didn't want... well you know, he was being a gentleman."

Karen's mind was reeling with unanswered questions and the magic the black-haired woman was stroking through her pussy. Karen stared up at her while the woman smiled lustily and stared back through half-lidded eyes.

Gazing down on Karen, the reclining vision of heightened sexuality before her, the woman said, "God, you're unbelievable, honey."

Gasping and writhing from the fingers working her slippery clitoris, "who... who are... you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry honey! I'm Conti. I'm a regular here." Pausing for a moment to admire her own work, she then added, almost under her breath, "and I'm starting to think I'm somebody else who's gettin' the hots for you. Must be the love stuff in the lipstick."

There was a knock on a door behind Karen.

"Love stuff?" muttered Karen.

"Get outta here! I told you, you're not even coming in here!

"Conti, it's Bill. Is she ready? We're set to go in a couple minutes here."

"Yeah, yeah, she's ready." She looked down over Karen's prone form. "And you'll like it... alot!"

"Let me see."

"No. Just let me know when you need us." And then to Karen, "Yeah, honey, they give us some special lipstick that's supposed to -- well, supposed to, hell! -- it makes you pretty horny. You can really give the crowd a good show when you're feeling good."

Through all of this, Karen sat quietly, oddly more intent on taking in the waves of sensation Conti was strumming through her soaking wet cunt. Conti's hand passed easily over the slick, soft folds of her labia, but Karen's abdomen was tensing so much from the heightened pleasure that her muscles were aching and taut. She still couldn't figure out why she was in this situation, and she still couldn't bring herself to care.

Still working Karen up, Conti let out a nervous sigh and checked her own look in the mirror to her side. "This is a big night for us honey -- probably the biggest night ever!" She stared openly now at Karen's stupendous tits. She just couldn't believe how far they stretched over her chest, all bunched up on her arms. Though she was partly reclined, the things sat up huge and rounded and firm, showing almost none of the flattening effects of gravity. They seemed as big as beachballs.

"And you are all the reason why. Man, where'd you get those things?! If you're as much fun to watch in motion as you are sitting still, this place is going to explode tonight!" What amazed Conti was that there were no signs of implantation and they even felt like they were real! After all, she thought, what would a mousy kid like this be doing with hooters like those?

Another knock came on the door. "Let's go, Conti. Time to shine!"

Conti rose and looked down at her plaything lovingly. Karen's full, round thighs were absent-mindedly rubbing together, trying to fill the void left by the departure of Conti's hand. Almost as an after thought, Conti reached out and tenderly grasped both of Karen's huge, distended nipples. She shook them slightly up and down and watched as the tremors shook wildly over the vast expanse of breast for several seconds. Karen's head lolled back over the lounge and her mouth fell open.

"Boy, all that size and still sensitive to boot!" Conti thought to herself. "Jeez, this kid's been saddled with a load."

She reached out and took hold of Karen's shoulders and pulled her forward. "Come on now, let's go get sexy." It was all she could do to pull her to an upright position, but when Karen's breasts came forward they pulled her right over with them. Conti then had the unanticipated task of holding Karen's shoulders back so that she wasn't pulled down face first. With her stiletto heels clicking across the floor and her face buried in cleavage, it was all she could do to keep herself from going down too.

"Jeezus, sweetheart, you gotta help me here."

Karen pulled her legs under her and attempted to stand. Considering the massive, unrestrained weight of her breasts, and that she was in heels herself with her hands bound in front of her, it was not an easy thing. Together, the two women were able to reach a standing position, with Conti hugging Karen fully around the waist to allow her to stabilize herself. The slightly shorter Conti was completely embedded between Karen's medicine ball sized tits, and it seemed to Karen that she clung there a little longer than needed, with her lips pressed to the base of Karen's throat.

When Conti backed out of the hug, Karen swung around and, for the first time since her transformation, got a good, well-lighted look at herself in the mirror. She immediately turned crimson with embarrassment.

"Oh... my... GOD!" Karen thought to herself. Even in her delirium she could see that she was a long way from the mild-mannered secretarial aide she'd started out as yesterday morning. "Yesterday," she thought, "was it only yesterday?"

She was now, to say the least, a "bombshell." Her long brunette hair had been curled and teased, giving her a sexy, tousled look that cascaded freely over her shoulders and graced the tops of her bosom. "The boobs of the century," she thought. "The boobs of the millennium!"

Her boobs projected a full twenty inches from her torso and hung out with an unbelievable firmness, even pointing slightly upwards at the nipples, almost as a teaser. At least, she realized, it seemed teasing to Conti, who hefted as much of the two mammoth glands as she could in her small hands and stroked them appreciatively, before passing her palms over the rigid two inch long nipples.

"Hmm, well all right. I guess I can't keep all of you to myself," said Conti. As she nudged Karen forward with one hand in the small of her back, Conti passed her other hand up into the cleft in Karen's immensely rounded butt cheeks. They bobbled in succession as Karen tried to walk. It was amazing to Conti that Karen was able to keep all of her "stuff" moving in the same direction. There was so much to her, and everything seemed to want to go in its own direction.

Karen watched herself pass by the successive mirrors in a bouncing, unsteady gait. With each step, one side of her ass and then the other would rise and shake in the air -- her breasts bounded like weighty sacks of gel, up and down, swinging out from the center and back together again. It was only as she passed the last large mirror that she noticed the whiskers that had been glued to her cheeks and the spotted feline outfit she was wearing.

Actually, it might be more aptly described as "material" that had been strategically fitted to certain parts of her body to resemble an outfit. Nothing that an "outfit" would be presumed to cover was covered. She wore only a corset of leopard skin material that extended from just below where her breasts left her torso to her waist and high heel boots covered in the same material that stretched all the way to mid-thigh. Actually, the binding on her wrists was the same material, but she would never have known it, as she could hardly have seen it.

As they left the dressing room, several other dancers dressed the same way met them and it was only then that she noticed that Conti was also wearing the same outfit. Each of the girls was gorgeously endowed in her own way, some with fairly hefty breasts or some other attribute that made them stand out, but none could compare to Karen's exaggerated form. Each of the girls met her warmly with big smiles and encouragement about how beautiful she looked. They stroked her hair and neck and shoulders in adoration. Several even discretely slipped in a hand to caress her breasts or her ass.

In her aphrodisiac-induced haze, Karen tried to keep her attention on Conti, observing her lovelorn partner now with heightened interest. Conti was standing back to allow the others to admire her creation and Karen was returning the compliment. Conti was deeply tanned all over and had been cast in the mold of the ideal love goddess. She had long, well-toned legs, curvaceous hips and a thin waist. She also had beautiful, full breasts that must have measured a full E cup.

She realized that she had not given much consideration to her own, "new and improved" cup size. The thought of that measurement was more embarrassment than she could bear to imagine at that point.

Soon, however, she was engulfed in the attentions of the other women. They each moved closer to Karen and began to hug and fondle her, rubbing their own bodies over hers, mostly in the region of her vast breasts. And each took the opportunity to kiss her full on the lips, with the same abandon that Conti had shown. Some of them were insistent and aggressive with the action of their lips and tongues, almost taking her breath away. Others were slowly erotic, and kissed her gently over and over. She realized that they must have all had the "love stuff" in their lipstick, as each kiss caused her to grow warm and tingly all over. To Karen, it seemed that there were as many as twenty different women, but there were only four besides Conti, who eventually took her turns as well.

Soon, the stroking of their hands also began to bring on a warmth that spread to every pore of her body. The women were smearing their hands with whatever aphrodisiac they'd been given and were spreading it over all of her exposed flesh. There were hands all over her, rubbing it into her neck and back, down her legs a bit, and especially into her "vital" zones. She was in ecstasy. Now it felt as though a hundred hands were fondling her, sliding smoothly over her flesh and her full, itching mounds.

It was then that they began to move her slowly past the curtains at the side of the stage. She felt the hot lights and the movement of cooler air. Their progress was impeded when one of the impassioned girls slid between Karen's massive tits and hugged her, mashing her lips adoringly to Karen's. She wasn't even sure of her lover's identity, as the dancers seemed to come and go without distinction. It seemed to her that they must have all been experiencing the impact that the lipstick was having on her. Eventually, they managed to usher her to the center of the thirty foot stage, all the while continuing their manipulative barrage on her sensitized flesh.

She was bent over until her hands rested on a T bar across the top of a foot high solid post that was bolted to the stage floor. There her binding was attached to another binding on the post and her hands were placed over the bar as a grip. In this position, her breasts jutted forward, sitting up plump on top of her arms. Her ass was elevated, leaving her privates open and exposed. The girls promptly took advantage of this, sliding their moistened hands over the generous swell of her ass and down the crevasse of her ass, over the swollen lips of her pussy and her inner thighs and back up again. Conti and another girl took up positions near the floor flanking her breasts. From here, they could stroke her face and arms and speak to her lovingly. They could also pull over the slickened surface of her tits and "milk" them in a downward motion to which she responded fairly immediately.

Karen was panting with the sensations of her all-over erotic rub. Her great buttocks trembled with the hands repeatedly sliding over her flanks and her crotch. And the massaging her breasts were receiving was unbelievably relaxing and stimulating at the same time. She shook with nervous stimulation and eagerly anticipated some form of climactic relief. She was, however, frustrated by the fact that the women were careful not to make contact with her clitoris, or even her very rigid nipples. They were prolonging her exquisite agony and Karen was beginning to become a little anxious.

Suddenly, the red velvet curtain she had failed to notice in front of her began to part, and a bright white spotlight hit her in the eyes. The curtain continued to slide away, and though she squinted into the light, she could only see a bright haze of smoke near the ceiling of the large room. But she could hear a roar of approving yelps and whistles that frightened her with its growing volume and intensity. Conti was suddenly in her face, reassuring her and kissing away her fear, while she continued to stroke down her left breast.

"You're OK, sweet face," Conti told her. "You're just about to get what you want so bad!"

A voice came over the sound system and the din of the crowd grew a little quieter. The voice was making some kind of an introduction that Karen couldn't make out, but suddenly the crowd began to roar and stomp in a deafening volume. They were showing their appreciation to the star of the evening's events, "The Great Dane."

As he entered the auditorium, as he had done many times before, The Great Dane was led down the aisle through the audience by a small dog collar strapped around his immense cock. Another of the female dancers, dressed in a catsuit like all the rest, tugged gently on a chain attached to his cock-collar. She completed the act by taking mock swipes at the large cock in a feline fashion and occasionally cuddled up to his broad chest and licked his nipples.

The Great Dane was a legend on the sex show circuit and it was easy to see why. He stood over six and a half feet tall and had the classically sculpted body of a Greek god. His chest was a broad, flat expanse that would ripple with the slightest movements of his thickly muscled arms. He was impossibly handsome and rugged looking. And if that weren't enough, and in many cases it would have been, the real key to his success as both a performer and a lady-killer was the legendary dimension of his cock. It measured fully 15 inches in length when erect and it was 8 inches around the thing. It was thicker than the wrists of any woman on stage and some of the men in the audience.

The Dane's vast experience with the attentions of fondling women had led him to a fairly casual attitude and a hefty reputation as a man who could "last" for quite a long time. Audiences had watched his performances for entire evenings, watching female partners come and go. As many as five women would tend to him and offer themselves up unselfishly to him, only to leave exhausted and aching from trying to accommodate him. Most would never once bring him to orgasm. Many nights he would have to bring himself off in order to relieve the crowd's anticipation, which only added insult to the women's injury.

But this night, they'd assured him, they had found him the perfect partner, one worthy of his considerable prowess. "I hope so," he groused, "these little bookings are getting old. I could be making 10 times this much for a night of filming porno in L.A."

The leash girl led him up onto the stage and over to Karen, as he acknowledged the crowd's chants. Looking down, he peered into the impassioned face of one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had a dreamily erotic look on her face - a face that was suspended over the biggest set of tits he'd ever seen. Unable to take his eyes off of her while the girls plied her monstrous fat breasts, his fascination rewarded him with the realization that those things were indeed real! They had offered up some bitch with fake rubber tits one night, but he'd just fucked her harder so that everyone could watch them shake loose.

Conti and the other tit girl hefted their prizes up where he could have access to them. As best they could, they each lifted their respective tit up under Karen's chin, making the crowd howl again in appreciation of the immense bulbous masses. For his part, The Dane paused for only a moment and, with the help of the leash girl, swung his member around and dropped it on the tops of Karen's breasts with a slap! The crowd went wild. He was standing with his thighs pressed against her right tit and, prodigious as his lance was, it still extended only just beyond the cavernous line of her cleavage.

The Dane could feel the heat emanating from her flesh, and he watched her for a reaction. Her eyes widened at the sight immediately before her, traveling its length slowly. She could feel but not see the great swollen balls at the base, which were pressed against the side of her breast. When she looked there, The Dane thought he could almost feel it. His balls rolled slightly in his scrotum and he knew that she could feel that.

Her eyes walked down his length, pausing at the head. In her drugged state, Karen was far from feeling or showing any fear. All she felt was a growing need, like someone whose empty stomach ached from starvation. She slowly rolled her tongue out of her mouth and dragged it over the ridge of his apple-sized dickhead. The noise of the crowd swelled to an unbelievable level.

The Dane, and everyone else on stage, then got a surprise as his cock tensed, the entire length lifting itself momentarily from her bosom before falling back again with a slap. He was at once fearfully apprehensive of this girl. It had been a long time since a woman had provoked a reaction like that on first contact - like maybe when he was 14.

The look on his face revealed everything that the rest of the women needed to know. For a long time they had wanted to see the cocky bastard meet his match and they had certainly thought that this girl could make it interesting. He had abused them all horribly over the years, manipulating them and enflaming them with the wicked passions his rod could elicit. He was capable of bringing them to endless strings of screaming, thrashing orgasms while they themselves could not bring him to ejaculate even once, though they would try their damnedest. Before an audience, he would tease and torture them and make them feel inadequate and then toss them away like Kleenex.

But this night would be different. When they saw him flinch and watched his jaw go slack from that first lick, they knew he was had. Their excitement was piqued by the realization that the "Ol' Stonecock" would fall tonight!

Conti reached up and pushed the great cock down over Karen's tits and into her cleavage. She took great lengths to rub it around vigorously and make it slick with the lotions on Karen's skin. The Dane's eyes widened with surprise at the rapidly stirring sensations in his cock. Conti then put a finger to Karen's lower lip to get her to open her mouth. When she had, Conti swung the penis up and drew it between Karen's lips, stopping to press the reddened, bulbous head against her cheek. Drawing it further across, Conti teased Karen's tongue out of hiding with her own, leading her on a swirling game of follow the leader over the tip of the head. Together, the two women slathered the tip and the split opening with what felt to the Dane like wet velvet.

After a few revolutions, the penis again leapt up on its own, bumped into Conti's nose, and bounced suspended in the air. Conti pulled it back down unmercifully and held it firmly while she and Karen nibbled down the length of it from either side, like eating corn on the cob. Conti could feel the tension in the mighty man-pole. Though he was almost constantly erect, his dick was usually fairly pliable. As she held him to be devoured, she noted that it now had the rigidity of a steel bar. After a moment or two, it became difficult for her to hold it down. Sensing the opportunity, she pulled it lower and lower. She gazed up into the Dane's eyes like a mischievous child. His eyes widened as she released it and he watched it spring all the way back up to slap his chest. The leash chains attached to his cock swung wildly and his balls rose up from between his legs to bounce in the air.

Now he was pissed. The crowd was roaring with laughter. Conti slid back out of sight behind Karen's huge left tit, grinning at her game but fearful that the beast would act in retribution. The Great Dane was in a rage. He had never been treated like this. He had always been in control. He set the pace and he forced the action as he saw fit.

"You bitches are gonna regret this bullshit game!" he muttered loud enough for everyone on stage to hear. "Right after I fuck this big-titted bitch stupid, I'm gonna take it out on the rest of you! It'll be a night to remember! They'll talk about it for years. You girls will be quitting tomorrow over the reaming I'm gonna give you tonight! Better yet - this might go on for days!" And he knew just how to make it happen.

But just then, the head of his mule-sized cock was engulfed by Karen's luscious mouth. The other girl who was holding up Karen's huge tits had seized the moment to steal his building thunder. She pushed his cock at Karen's mouth, and her lips and jaws had spread admirably to accommodate its fat head. She closed her lips snugly around as much of the head as she could take, and the Dane knew he was had.

His strength left him in an instant. Everything seemed to be concentrated on his rigid cock and the heated, exuberant end that Karen held firmly in her mouth. She had applied some suction to capture it and now brought forth her tongue to slide over the very tip. The Dane's cock leapt up and tensed almost painfully. Over and over it jumped, but it was held firm in Karen's lip lock, as her tongue pushed and flicked over the wide slit in the end of his dickhead. It looked to the crowd like his cock was plugged into a wall socket. While he stood stiff, unable to move at all, his cock jerked wildly up and down.

Oddly, the women began to fear that their plan would work all too well and that he would wind up going off way too soon. With their help, he was able to extricate his now super-sensitized dick from Karen's lips with a loud "slurp!" that was clearly audible to the crowd. The auditorium was in bedlam. The performers couldn't see beyond the edge of the stage because of the brilliant spotlights, but the crowd was on their feet - men and women, hooting and whistling and screaming.

Quickly three of the women led the Dane, who was glassy-eyed and dazed, by his immense cock behind Karen's bent form. They would later remark at how they could feel each beat of his heart. The pulsing was stretching the grip of their hands.

Cruelly, once they had him in position behind Karen's proud flanks, the women took the opportunity to torment the Dane even further. It didn't matter to them that the crowd could not see what they were doing back there. They wanted to drive him past the point of any self-control. With light, sensuous touches, five attractive nearly naked women took turns stroking, caressing and licking the length of his shaft. They rubbed it over the saucy curve of Karen's buttocks, lubing it with the aphrodisiac lotion, and worked the moisture into his skin.

They bent it down and passed it under Karen's mound, dragging it over her thick nether lips. When it came back up, two of the girls would blow over the surface of it, cooling the lotion and pussy juice on his skin. The Great Dane's rigidity had extended throughout his entire body. His head was thrown back and the tendons in his neck were pronounced with strain. His cock had taken on purplish-gray tone, which was not at all attractive, and the skin was pulled as tight as a smooth, fat sausage. The girls now began to fear that they would lose him - that either his cock would explode and rip itself asunder, or that he would simply suffer a heart attack.

At that moment, Karen parted her saliva-covered lips and issued a long moan/grunt that signaled her anxiety over the drawn-out affair, as well as the pre-climactic letdown of the muscles in her immense jugs. The sound made the audience and the other performers think of a rutting deer deep in the forest. In the slowly lilting delirium of her sex-starved and drugged mind, it meant that she was ready to be fucked and she was frantic for it, thank you very much. Her breasts surged forward with the loss of muscle support. Neither Conti nor the other girl could handle them any longer, and they fell away in amazement. From there, they watched as Karen's breasts continued to swell to overwhelming proportions. The nipples pushed out to stiff, shaking 2-inch "fingers." By Conti's rough estimate, Karen's bustline had swelled another 8-10 inches.

Karen began to buck back and forth. Her body had taken over and it was seeking some type of release. With an absent-minded "uunnnnnhhh!" she repeatedly rocked herself in search of that giant cock. On her third lunge, she thrust up her ass and extended onto her toes to lean back as far as she could and she was momentarily rewarded with the sensation of the Dane's cockhead spreading her sopping labia, but slipping back out again. With enhanced vigor, she continued her thrusts. This greatly pleased the audience, which was nearly silent in its amazement at the vision of her immense tits lunging out towards it as she rocked forward in preparation for each desperate lunge back.

Two of the girls behind Karen took hold of her hips from either side and gained control of the Dane's cock, aiming it for its purpose. After several more lunges, they had positioned him correctly and were successful in driving him into line with the target. By pulling back on Karen's hips and shifting their hold to the Dane's buttocks, they began to bring together the two seemingly mythic elements of human desire. They took it slowly, knowing firsthand the effect of such an insertion. A dick of that size could change a girl's "outlook" for a lifetime.

But Karen was in no mood for a slow pace. She and the Dane became locked in the throes of such an erotic and frantic struggle that the girls began to back away in awe. Both human engines were grinding with fervor. Karen was unashamedly driving her pussy backward over the Dane's cock, slowly stretching it beyond reckoning. The Dane had resumed some level of conscious behavior, and was now beginning to meet her thrusts admirably. To their frustration, they found that their progress was slow, owing only to the sheer size of the Dane's log of flesh. Karen was amply lubed for delivery, but the size of the package was simply too great. Slowly the giant penis nudged its way into Karen's hole, making progress by quarter-inch increments.

Karen's grunts and moans had begun to escalate to howls and high-pitched squeals that echoed out over the seated crowd. The Dane was silent, but his face was bunched with strain, reddened and glistening. He looked like a giant weightlifter attempting a lift well beyond his abilities. The other girls were slowly finding each other in the gray light at the edge of the spotlit stage. They began to pass their hands over each other now, pleasuring other bodies in a mutual masturbatory grope. The audience was growing strangely quiet, being silenced by the duet emanating from the stage, but activities were taking place there that, even for this place, were beyond the norm. The men and women there were also finding each other, distractedly stroking and disrobing each other while keeping their eyes locked on the stage.

All at once, the Dane threw his head back and jerked forward. He was only two thirds of the way to complete insertion, but his time had expired. Ol' Stonecock was done for this night. His cock began to send forth its missionary force of semen in giant, convulsing waves, but it was stymied within the iron vise that was Karen's pussy. She clutched so tightly at the immense cock that it literally could not force out its load. Instead, it backed up within the giant tube. The Dane continued to flinch and buck, but his come was going nowhere. When his balls began to ache from it, he desperately tugged backward trying to free himself. Pushing away on Karen's plush bottom, though she worked contrary to his intentions, he was eventually successful in freeing himself. As he drew himself slightly away, a long thick string of goo stretched from her womb. In desperate anticipation, he stared at his own distended, throbbing cock for a second, fearfully awaiting its explosion and wondering if it had been permanently damaged. Long seconds seemed to pass while it simply hung unmoving in space.

Without warning, it suddenly convulsed once more and the giant prick spat out a single jet of cum that shot outward and upward, completing its trajectory a full 20 feet out into the audience and falling as a long rope down to the stage and in a thick white stripe over Karen's head and down her back.

At that very moment, the lobby doors to the hall burst in and twenty cops in full riot gear flooded the place. It took a moment for the enraptured audience to know that anything was amiss. Some would have to be shaken from their stupor in order to be handcuffed.

The girls on stage bolted upon the great crack of the doors being broken in, as they were experienced in the drill of a vice raid. Most were gone within instants, pluckily trotting away in their high heels like the seasoned professionals they were. Conti lingered at the edge of the stage, concealing herself behind the curtain for a moment. She felt genuinely sorry for the hapless Karen, still grunting out her excitement and blindly seeking that from which she had been cheated.

"God, that poor, big-titted sweetie is a machine!" admired Conti, before she too took to the back alley and disappeared into the night.

As the audience and the unlucky few employees of the bar were led away, including the Great Dane, two female officers took it upon themselves to attend to the poor captive girl on stage. She continued to buck back and forth, throwing her hair and her immense boobs around wildly. She squirmed and twisted, trying in vain to return some contact to her sloppy mound.

Officer Sarah Whitely placed her hand on Karen's back to comfort her while Officer Tara Nudgett worked on her bindings.

"Calm down, sweetheart, it's all over now," urged Sarah. She stroked over Karen's tensed, sweaty back and pulled away with something thick and sticky like caulking all over her hand.

Karen felt one hand come free and threw it out to grasp the end of her slick right tit. She grasped the huge, stiff nipple roughly and pulled. A long guttural moan escaped her lips, which startled the officers with its origin in the octave of most older men.

As her other hand was freed, Karen surprised the officers by attacking herself in search of final gratification of some sort. She plunged her long middle finger between the gaping lips of her overworked cunt, hooked it there and pulled up over her fat clitoris. At this, she could only fall to her backside trembling and she could make no sound. Her eyes welled with tears and she gazed longingly up at Officer Sarah, as though making a silent plea for help.

Sarah glanced down at the hand she held before her, coated and stringy with an unknown substance. Karen saw it, released her hold on her own nipple and lunged upward, taking hold of the officer's wrist. Before she could protest, Sarah's fingers were engulfed in Karen's mouth. Karen sucked off The Dane's thick cum in seconds and her tongue continued to snake between the fingers like a kid licking the chocolate from the mixer attachments. To her amazement, Sarah found herself getting turned on by Karen's overactive tongue and the sucking sounds provoked from her lips. She had never experienced anything like it.

"What's she doing?" cried Officer Tara. Amidst the melee on the auditorium floor, a gang of onlookers, both impassioned paying customers and curious male police officers, were surging forward for a better look at the girl, this sexual oddity, resolving her own needs. "God, let's get her in the car!"

The two officers did the best they could to get the poor girl off the floor and to the cruiser. Karen wasn't being very cooperative, as she refused to pull her finger from her own snatch and she kept stopping to relish the waves of orgasm sweeping through her. In addition, at each step and turn and doorway, they were met with the amazing curiosity of Karen's huge tits. It was all they could do to work their way around them. They bounced everywhere and they were distractingly beautiful, shining in the streetlights with their accumulated lotions and juices. Besides, the girl kept mumbling something about "the dick... the biiiig dick!" and she kept moaning with each and every step as though it was only prolonging her excitement.

Once they arrived at the cruiser, Sarah grabbed a blanket from the trunk. The two officers draped it over Karen and hustled her into the back seat before a crowd could form. Firing up the engine, Sarah took the wheel while Tara slid in alongside their victim. As they pealed away down the urban alley, Karen sloughed her shoulders and threw off the blanket. She reached down with both hands to massage her agitated pussy, eagerly delving in where the itch for satisfaction remained. She slid down to a prone position in the back seat while Tara watched in bemusement.

"She's still pretty cranked up," Tara said towards Sarah. "I wonder what the hell they did to her? She's half out of her mind!"

The cruiser quickly filled with the musty odor of Karen's sexual juices. She threw her left leg up over the top of the back seat, completely exposing herself to Tara. In a few moments, she had herself well on her way back to the orgasmic path. She gazed up at Tara with urgent eyes as she continued to ravage herself, plunging her fingers again and again into the wide, wet crevice and dragging them slowly back out. Tara shifted herself uncomfortably in her seat, which brought her long, black nightstick out from behind her back.

Karen's eyes bulged and she lunged for the nightstick. Officer Tara saw the look in her eyes and grabbed for it too. She immediately noticed the slickness of Karen's hands over her own. But what struck her was how Karen began to make a silent urging with her eyes and actions only. She began to stroke the long stick lovingly, coating it with her own juices and moaning from the activity. Tara let go and leaned away, somewhat intimidated by the show of open sexuality. Karen slowly pulled the nightstick toward her, pulling loose the snapped leather loop that held it to Tara's belt.

Karen rubbed over the length of the stick with her hands and then drew it along the lips of her cunt to further lubricate it. As it slid smoothly past, Karen raised her hips and cooed at the extended sensation. When she reached the end of the nightstick, she held the rounded end to her clit and pushed it back and forth before slipping the stick into herself in a quick, assured movement. Tara gasped in surprise as she watched more and more of the stick disappear between the lips of Karen's cunt.

As Tara watched the ninth and tenth inches of the club passed smoothly out of view, she leaned out to try to stop her, suspecting that the poor, disheveled girl was beyond knowing her own capacity for pain. Karen looked up at Tara with heavy lidded eyes and pulled the stick out again to ease her concern. When it was just about to pop out, however, she plunged it back again with even more urgency.

"Oh, honey, don't do that! - you'll hurt yourself!" urged Tara as she watched the stick withdraw and stab back into Karen's depths. She could only watch as Karen repeated the move three more times. Each attack only seemed to excite Karen's urgency and bring about another, even stronger, thrust. Finally Tara placed her hand over Karen's to try to slow the activity. Without stopping her entirely, she rode along as Karen drew the stick back and forth. She eventually felt her thumb sliding into Karen's folds and bumping into something hard. Still urging her to stop, she felt the knuckle of her thumb push across Karen's clitoris.

Karen heard nothing the officer was saying, but took great notice in the officer joining in her revelry. With her left hand, she reached out and grasped the back of Tara's neck, drawing her closer. Eventually, she lunged forward and mashed her full, wet lips to Tara's, quickly engulfing her and passing her tongue into her mouth.

Tara grunted in protest, but was now powerless to prevent Karen's tongue from dancing slyly around hers, eliciting a warm response. The girl was too strong and desperate for her to resist. Tara found herself taken in by the sensations of the kiss. First her tongue and then her entire mouth tingled with the kiss and she began to feel a very warm sensation.

OK, Karen has gone from the frying pan into the fire - and into a bigger fire yet. And still the question remains - will she ever again get dressed - in something more than a cat suit? What the heck do "big" girls like Karen do with themselves and will she be able to eventually lead a normal life? How many more perils await her? What will become of the "innocents" left in her wake - Lisa, Frank, Conti, The Great Dane, and Officers Sarah and Tara - and will they ever see their big-titted goddess again? Tune in next time for some of the answers.

(Reader: you've read this far and there's definitely more to come - including more BE, a lot of men, more uncomfortable situations, and... well, you'll see. If you've got anything to share (thanks, Cap), I would appreciate your feedback on my little developing story of Karen. [email protected])