A Day at the Park — The Perils ix

by Uncle Stav

The world outside Karen's window was unusually bright and sunny for an early spring day. Through the sheer curtains at her bedroom window, she could sense the growing heat as sunlight poured over her apartment complex. The light helped to brighten her spirits, which had been in somewhat of a slump ever since her near arrest at the mall a few days ago.

It had been a hell of a thing they'd gotten themselves into -- chasing a kid into a play facility at the mall and then being molested by most of the fathers in attendance. Her only excuse was that it hadn't really been her fault -- not totally. Lisa and Conti had unraveled most of her dress before the gang-bang started. And how could she be blamed for being so... well, "attractive" that men could find no way to avoid her?

She could still feel the endless rampant cocks driving into her from behind for what seemed like hours of blissful torture. But she could also still see the faces of the horrified staff and general populace of innocent bystanders when mall security officers finally removed the amorous degenerates from the playset. And she could plainly see the harshly stoic face of her grandmother, a conventional hard-working woman who had brought Karen and friends to the mall in the first place. She had been clearly displeased to see the whorish manner in which her granddaughter had presented herself in public.

Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if her grandmother would have at least spoken to her. But she had simply turned on her heels and left them standing there nude and glistening with sweat and various bodily fluids. They had eventually gotten out of the situation with little more than a reprimand, which she could attribute almost solely to her ridiculously large endowments and the mesmerizing effect they'd had on the security team. While they stood aghast at her physical majesty, the girls had simply slipped away and nabbed a ride out of the mall with one especially smitten pal from the playset.

But her old fashioned sense of guilt was weighing her down even now. The girls had escaped the mall, retrieved their possessions from Grandma's house before she got home, and had taken up residence in Karen's apartment for the last day or so. Without Grandma around, they were free to enjoy each other's charms fairly liberally, though the lovemaking was somewhat more subdued since their wild exposure to the crowds at the mall. Karen very much enjoyed having the girls with her for company and even for their urgent physical devotions. And Lisa and Conti had proven very effective at protecting her privacy when representatives of the company began to show up at the door. But she was still a little saddened by having let down her own grandmother so horribly.

Behind her, she could hear Lisa and Conti in the bathroom. It seemed that they had finally learned to get along after all their bickering. In fact, even with her back turned to them it sounded to Karen as though they were having some kind of illicit fun together in the shower. There was so much giggling and cooing going on that it left very little to the imagination. What surprised her most was that they seemed intent on getting their jollies without her for once.

Karen contented herself with the notion that she might actually sit out one session of lovemaking. The sheer uniqueness of it intrigued her. But then she noticed that the sounds of the shower girls going at it were having the distinct effect of igniting her libido. Her nipples were hardening to stiff, rubbery points against her blouse and her pubis was tingling with a slight prickly sensation.

"Ahh..." she sighed sardonically, "A harlot's work is never done."

She casually turned her head as the squeals of delight rose to new heights in the shower. Just then, the doorbell rang and Karen snapped back with a start. For two days Lisa, the former security guard, had not allowed her to go near the front room when the doorbell rang. She had met each visitor with a stern and powerful threat, especially the weasely reporter from the local paper. Karen had been kept out of sight for fear of who might be coming for her and who might accidentally see her. She was beginning to feel a little like a precious china doll.

So as the girls' cries of ecstasy rose to a clamor, Karen closed the bathroom door and moved into the living room. It wouldn't hurt to at least see who was at the door, she thought. Maybe it was Grandma finally coming around to check on her.

But the sight that met her eyes was a far larger form than Grandma's. The view through the peephole in the door was filled with the body of an absolutely huge man. His sculpted pecs seemed to stand out as wide as the hood of a car. His ample musculature spoke of incredible strength and power. And the face high above all the rest was chiseled into a granite edifice of dashing male beauty. She recognized him immediately. It was "The Great Dane."

She gasped aloud and threw her back to the door. Her enormous breasts swung wildly within the large loose jersey she'd pulled over herself. Her hand flitted delicately over her mouth as though stifling a cry.

Ever since being drugged and matched up with the Dane at the dance club downtown (the very club in which she'd met Conti), Karen had experienced occasional flashes of disturbingly erotic sensations at the thought of him. To her subconscious, he was a looming stallion of unbridled penile aggression. Against her more sensible thoughts, she could always feel herself beginning to submit to the onslaught of his enormous charging cock. And then she would be snapped back to reality in one way or another. He'd left quite an impression on her. And here he was at the door to her apartment. And he'd heard her throw herself against the door.

"Karen? Are you in there? Please answer the door. I know you're there now."

Karen couldn't move. She listened intently to his voice and noticed that it was much different than the growling he had uttered at the club. He sounded... nice somehow... and normal. And he seemed to be genuinely interested in how she was.

"Karen?" He knocked again and she could feel the vibration through her whole body.

"Listen, I know you've had a rough time of things recently and I just wanted to check on you. C'mon honey. Open the door and let me see that you're all right. OK?"

Karen turned her head toward the bathroom, hoping to find her friends coming to her rescue. But all she heard were the high pitched wails of two women too much involved in their shower antics. Man, they were getting worked up in there, she thought.

Her curiosity got the best of her and she wheeled around and turned the deadbolt. Leaving the chain engaged, she opened the door only a bit while concealing herself behind it. She tentatively showed her face to her intimidating former lover. He looked even better to her without the distortion of the peephole.

The Dane smiled a wide smile at the sight of her. Her knees went a little slack as his cheeks dimpled and his huge tanned face beamed down on her.

"Hi, baby. How are you?"

His opening line hit her like a solid poke between the eyes. She could literally feel the tremor of his powerful voice -- and he smelled so good! What the hell was that wonderful smell?

By the time Conti and Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Karen was snuggled up on the couch in the arms of the Great Dane. Neither had bothered to wrap up in a towel or a robe, but both were nonplussed. They stood defiantly before him in all their glory while Conti simply stated, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, dear," replied the Dane. "You're looking good, just as I so fondly remember you. But what's with the redness? Do you have a rash?"

In truth, Conti's skin was flushed and red, with long scrapes over the surface as though she'd been scratching a severe itch. The redness was especially concentrated on her breasts and in the region of her crotch. Karen gave Conti and Lisa a distracted gaze and thought to herself that the girls had been especially strenuous in their workout this morning. They both looked raw.

"And what are you doing?" Conti continued, directing her comments now towards Karen. "You're kind of 'sleeping with the enemy' there, aren't you?"

Karen had one arm looped up around the Dane's immense neck. One of her medicine ball sized breasts bulged out from under her and was resting on his stomach. She seemed to be lost in a longing gaze, staring up at the Dane's bright blue eyes and smiling contentedly. At Conti's rebuke, she ducked her face behind her arm and looked out at her with wide doe eyes.

Karen was acting all kittenish around the Dane and neither Conti nor Lisa could quite make out what was going on. But it didn't look good. Lisa had never met the Dane, but based on what she'd heard she knew that Karen should have been terrified of him. So there was some kind of mischief at play. The two women stood defiant and naked and glowered down at the couple on the couch.

Finally the Dane spoke.

"Listen, I only came over because I heard about all the goings-on recently and I thought you girls could use a little relaxation. The Island is opening up this weekend for a preview and I thought we could all go for some amusement."

Lisa and Conti stood silent and unmoved by his suggestion. Karen perked up and uttered an appreciative "ooh!" at the thought of getting out for a while.

"The weather's gonna be great this weekend," the Dane continued. "And it'll feel nice to get out in the sun, won't it?"

He noticed that Conti's scowl only deepened. Lisa gave the sunlit window a suspect look.

"Hey, look -- I'm only trying to do you a favor. It seems I owe you that, right? And hey, it's not like you won't be able to look out for Karen, if you're worried about that. C'mon, I'm paying. We can all go and hang out together." He seemed to emphasize this last bit so as to assure them that both Conti and Lisa would have every opportunity to make sure that nothing untoward happened to their delectable friend.

Conti sidled in closer to Lisa, the authoritative "cop" figure in the room, and said softly, "Maybe it's not be such a bad idea. We're all kind of getting cabin fever in here and, you know, if he's paying..." She punctuated her comments with a delicate stroke of her hand over Lisa's reddened rear end, out of sight of the others.

To her consternation, Lisa was visibly effected by Conti's touch. She was momentarily distracted and a sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. Her bare breasts jiggled as she jumped a bit. But she fought to stare straight ahead and ponder the situation. Her mind seemed so muddled today. She was so distracted by the sensations raging over her flesh this morning that she could hardly concentrate on anything, and this situation certainly seemed to warrant some consideration.

Conti had told her that she'd seen the Dane do things to women -- indeed, he'd done them to Conti as well -- that normal men could never have imagined. Lisa was sure she didn't want to imagine it. He had fucked countless women, practiced and seasoned sexual performers all, into pliant, helpless rag dolls and tossed them aside as cruelly as if they were Kleenex. Who this guy was before her, and how he'd accomplished the transformation into a seemingly normal, pleasant guy was beyond her. And why Conti was treating the situation so lightly was also puzzling.

But her ass was coming alive with the subtle stroking of Conti's hand and the sensations were swelling over her, threatening to consume her again. Karen seemed so very happy in the Dane's lap. She was now bringing her well-rounded leg up over the Dane's own long thigh and rubbing it distractedly. As a final test before she succumbed to the idea, unable as she was to think clearly about it much longer, she stared down at the Dane's crotch. She thought she might be able to see his "true intentions" down there. As fabled as they had been reported to her, it seemed a safe bet. With a dish like Karen at his side, no man could conceal that. To her surprise, she could see the immense lump of his cock laying docilely down the length of his pantleg. It appeared to be thick but flaccid, seemingly unaffected by Karen's attentions.

"I guess it's alright, then," she found herself saying out loud before she knew it. Both Karen and Conti jumped up a bit at that and headed to the bedroom to get changed for their outing. Karen glanced lovingly over her shoulder at the Dane as she crossed the living room, her breasts bounding happily before her.

Half an hour later, the group was on their way to The Island, one of the feature amusement parks in the Midwest. The Great Dane was driving a black Explorer, with the super-voluptuous Karen cuddled in at his side. She clung to his bicep, which was as big around as her thigh. In the back seat, Conti and Lisa sat beside one another, sneaking darting little fingertip caresses over the backs of each other's hands.

Karen was marveling at how handsome and sexy the Dane was. In her fantasies, he had never looked this good. And he had a rich, manly smell about him that was invading her senses and warming her passions. She found herself cooing as she squeezed her breasts over his arm and grinned up at him like a teenager. Her thighs were rubbing over one another and the smoothness of her inner thighs was beginning to moisten with her own heated musk. She could tell that her panties were already bearing a wet spot.

Lisa had to admit that she was delighting in watching the transformation come over Conti. She'd been slyly feeding her the notorious pills that had started Karen's perils for the last two days. Now it seemed that her efforts were paying off. That morning in the shower, Conti seemed possessed with her touch and was driven crazy by the scratching and rubbing Lisa applied to her privates. She had to admit to feeling a little tingly herself in anticipation of what was surely to come.

Conti had to admit that she was delighting in watching the transformation come over Lisa. She'd been slyly feeding her the notorious pills that had started Karen's perils for the last two days. Now it seemed that her efforts were paying off. That morning in the shower, Lisa seemed possessed with her touch and was driven crazy by the scratching and rubbing Conti applied to her privates. She had to admit to feeling a little tingly herself in anticipation of what was surely to come.

By the time they arrived at the park, the interior of the Explorer was a pretty busy environment. Karen was clinging desperately to the Dane, mashing her breasts into his stomach, leaning upward urging him to give her a kiss, and trying to sneak her hand into his lap. She didn't know what had come over her, but she was anxious to feel his lips over hers -- to feel his tongue swiping across her own -- and to get her little hand around what she knew to be his enormous pecker.

But the Dane would have nothing of it. He showed steely reserve in rejecting her advances, though her breasts lay heavy and seductively warm against him and he had to keep pushing her hand off of his thigh. He had to admire his own will power given the circumstances. And he made a mental note to personally thank each of the company scientists responsible for this particular batch of pheromone cologne. Karen was being driven crazy -- she was like a cat in heat. Hell, the stuff was working so well that even the other two women seemed affected. He was watching them closely in the rearview mirror.

Lisa and Conti had lost track of time and their situation. They were locked in a tongue battle so intense that their mouths were spread wide over each other's faces and their tongues were each dancing deep inside the other's mouth. Their arms were wrapped tightly around one another. Their legs were braided together in such a way that their still clothed crotches were mashed together in a delicious vice. Both had one of their partner's breasts clutched in one hand. Conti twisted and tugged on Lisa's nipple while Lisa massaged Conti's firm tit like a bag of bread dough. The faint sounds of their passion only added to Karen's frustration and made her want the big guy even more.

The Dane parked the car, got out and opened the passenger door for Karen. She leapt into his arms and flattened her enormous tits against him. She finally took the kiss she'd been asking for and the Dane obliged her for a moment before unwrapping her from his neck and lowering her to the ground.

Karen's head swirled with passion and the taste of his full, welcome kiss.

Looking into Karen's deeply disappointed eyes, he said, "There'll be time for that later. But first let's enjoy our day together, hmm?"

Karen lowered her eyebrows into a pouty scowl, like a little girl who'd had her ice cream taken away. She folded her arms under her boobs, which pushed them up under her chin and formed an enormous gorge at the neckline of her tank top. The Dane tried to get the attention of the two in the back seat, taking note of both Karen's disappointment and her undeniable sexiness.

"I'll tell you what," he said, starting into his pre-arranged bargaining line, "If you're good..."

Karen perked up and nodded affirmatively.

"... And you'll go on the rides with me..."

She waited impatiently while he knocked at the window again to get the girls' attention.

"I'll give you all the kisses you want."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Karen bounced on her toes like a young girl, causing an unbelievable amount of activity to erupt on her chest.

"But -- I'll only give them to you one at a time. One kiss for each ride we go on, OK?"

Leaving the two ardent women in the backseat of the Explorer with a handful of cash to cover their admission, the Dane and Karen set off for the main gates of the park. Never in the entire history of standout amusement park geeks and trashy dressers was there ever a more attention-grabbing pair than these two. And I mean Karen and the Dane, though it could just as easily be seen as a comment on Karen herself.

As he handed her her ticket, the Dane turned to Karen and said, "OK, you've come to the park with me. I guess that earns you your first kiss!"

He'd barely gotten the words out of his mouth before Karen was wrapped around his neck, mashing her full lips over his. The older woman stepping away from the ticket booth behind them was treated to a full view of Karen's left tit bulging away from the Dane's chest, straining at the fabric of her top, with what looked like an urgent, stiff finger poking right out at her face. She shook her head, thinking the girl was smuggling an enormous balloon into the park for some reason.

The crowd at The Island that day was overwhelmed at the early season weather and walked blithely around the park, as if awakening from a winter stupor. After strolling down the entry boulevard and its myriad shops of food and trinkets, the Dane eyed his first objective. The old standby, the Tilt-a-Whirl, loomed in the distance. He shepherded Karen into the line, which was moving rather briskly. She kept gazing up at him longingly, occasionally licking her lips. He couldn't help noticing how gorgeous she was with her face glowing in the sun.

"When do I get my kiss?" she finally said.

"After you go on the ride with me."

"But I am going on the ride with you. Can't I get it now?"

He delighted in her urgency. "No, you haven't gone on it yet. You could still back out after you get the kiss."

"I won't do that -- I promise!" She snuggled in even more closely, running her tiny fingertips down his abdominal ridges.

"Nope, sorry. Besides, there's something else I need from you."

"Wha...! Hey, that's not fair!"

Just then the line pushed forward and he steered her toward one of the cars.

The ride was relatively uneventful, with the exception of Karen's marveling at how much different it was to experience a high amount of centrifugal force with thirty or so pounds of breast flesh under one's chin. She almost couldn't breath for a few moments. But the ride finally came to a stop and her interest was again peaked, as she knew she was getting closer to her kiss.

The Dane marched her off the ride and out of the path of the other exiting riders. He spun her around quickly, took her face in both hands and gave her a quick peck on the lips. He then pulled away, leaving her with her eyes closed and her lips puckered out. She opened her eyes and glared at him disappointedly.

"Hey, what was that? That was no kiss! Not the one I expected anyway."

"I know, I know," he comforted her. "But if you reeeally want a reeeeal kiss..." he teased.

"Ooooh, you know I do, you big boogar!"

"Then I need something else from you." He spoke these words about an inch from her face and then brazenly brushed his lips over hers. Her eyelids fluttered and she marveled at the incredible sensations he provoked with his scent and with the sweetness of his lips. Her mind was too muddled to inquire as to whether he was wearing any of the infamous aphrodisiac lipstick.

Dreamily she replied, "Ummmm... what do you need?"

"I need one piece of your clothing." And he kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Karen pulled back slightly and the Dane wondered if it was actually going to work. This might be the "make or break" point.

"Just one little piece -- a sock or something is all I need." And he kissed her lightly over her eyes and then on the end of her cute little nose. Then he hovered with his lips barely touching hers and watched the confusion brewing in her eyes.

Breathily she responded, "OK."

She grinned up at him while lifting her foot up to the bench beside them. Doing her best to reach past her breast as it sat high and fat on her knee, she continued to smile up at him while undoing her shoelace. Eventually she was able to remove her shoe and her sock and this she presented to him with a great deal of pride.

He took it from her and engulfed her in his arms. He pulled her to the bench so that they were seated facing each other and he pressed his lips to hers. All sound seemed to be muted out in the dream world that Karen entered in the midst of this kiss. With her eyes closed, her head began to spin out of control and she felt herself melt away until her only awareness was that of her tongue wrestling with that of the Dane. She felt so primal and raw -- reduced to sensation alone. It was thrilling, and suddenly... orgasmic! She felt a rush of sensation and release that could only be an orgasm coursing through her. She was suddenly very much aware of her body again and it was a happy reunion. Her nipples were stiff and tight at the far ends of her swollen hot breasts. Her clitoris was bulging out against the crotch of her panties. Every other bit of her was ignited with sensation until she moaned with pleasure into the Dane's mouth. He stifled her with the thickness and unceasing onslaught of his delicious tongue.

Lisa awoke in the Explorer with her face pressed to the window and a little fat kid laughing at her from outside the car. She pulled back abruptly and noticed that her face was wet with saliva where it had been pressed to the glass. She felt someone lying across her back in the seat behind her. She realized it was Conti, who had laid over her as she manipulated Lisa's pussy from behind. She knew this because Conti's fingers were still deep between the lips of her slit. Lisa remembered being worked over by Conti until she'd exploded in orgasm while leaning against the car door. That was fun, but this was now.

She turned slowly, trying not to jostle Conti's head too much. Conti's fingers fell out of Lisa's pussy with an audible "schloop!" and she gasped a bit at the sudden vacancy. Leaning Conti back against the seat, she gently nudged her awake.

Conti gasped and sputtered in surprise, but then smiled amiably at her partner.

Noticing Lisa's disheveled hair, she muttered, "Shit, how long have we been out?"

"I don't know really, but it was long enough that Karen and the Dane went on without us!"

"Oh, crap!"

This lent a little urgency to the resurrection effort. Both women were amazed at what a tangled mess they'd become in the not-so-roomy backseat of the Explorer. They were both naked from the neck to the knees, with their pants shoved down and their shirts pushed up. What they couldn't understand was how Lisa had managed to get her foot between Conti's legs and so badly tangled in Conti's shorts. Her shoe extended completely through the right leg of Conti's spandex.

"Sheesh, wonder what came over us?" Conti wondered aloud as she tugged her tee shirt down over her E-cup breasts.

"Shit if I know," Lisa replied while re-inserting her own F-cup breasts into her simple, yet large and functional bra, which had been left suspended at her throat.

Lisa considered Conti wryly as she fumbled with the flannel shirt that had also been left up under her chin and never unbuttoned. Conti was struggling with what was obviously a young boy's shirt and possibly a young boy's spandex shorts, if young boys wore such things. She was leaning back trying to pack her stripper's bod into this miniscule outfit, with no bra! Lisa was amazed at her audacity. Granted she had even larger breasts than Conti, who was well stacked to say the least. But she would never have even considered dressing with as little left to the imagination as her sexually liberated counterpart. Her eyes widened and she grinned slyly as she realized that suddenly Conti was looking a little "bigger" than normal. No wonder she was struggling with that little outfit. It was even "littler" than before! The pills were working! Today was the day! The slut would get her comeuppance in front of hundreds of people at the park!

Conti finally contented herself with her re-dressing -- sort of -- and found Lisa staring at her.

As Lisa averted her gaze, Conti considered her wryly. Lisa was struggling with what was obviously a man's shirt and possibly a man's pair of jeans, although she realized that a man could never have made them look as good as Lisa did. She was leaning back trying to pack her voluptuous bod into this stiff masculine outfit and Conti was amazed at her reserve. Granted she didn't have breasts as large as Lisa, who was very well stacked to say the least. But she would never have even considered dressing with as much left to the imagination as her sexually conservative counterpart. Her eyes widened and she grinned slyly as she realized that suddenly Lisa was looking even a little "bigger" than normal. No wonder she was struggling with that outfit. It was even less able to accommodate her womanliness than before! The pills were working! Today was the day! The dike would get her comeuppance in front of hundreds of people at the park!

Conti handed Lisa a brush and said, "C'mon -- fix yourself up a bit and let's get goin'. God only knows what he's done to Kare by now!"

Karen and the Dane had just exited the Tunnel of Love. She was utterly dazed and confused by this point and missing both of her socks. She had given up the second sock after a ride on the carousel, which was highlighted by a gathering crowd of men watching Karen pretend to give a tit-fuck to the brass pole on her horse. She'd wrapped her enormous boobs around the pole and slid herself up and down with the motion of the horse while cooing and moaning and making sexy, moon-eyed faces for her man. She had intended the show to be a private one for the Dane but it had gathered a surprising amount of attention. He realized that he'd better start "privatizing" the game a bit, as Karen was really getting worked up. She'd be gangbanging the crowd on top of the fountain soon. While that wasn't too bad an idea, he had it in his mind to stretch this out for as long as he could. And he had his own ending planned.

So he took her to the Tunnel of Love, which of course suited our paramour just fine. He knew that she would be hard to fend off in the dark, so he opted not to. He simply informed her that this ride would cost twice as much as the others due to the amount of "kiss" she was getting. Before they climbed aboard, he refreshed his aphrodisiac lipstick. Duly lubed, he promptly let her have at it inside the ride, only putting her off when she tried to escalate the kiss into heavy petting. By the end of the ride, she was literally begging him to let her hold his growing cock -- "Just let me hold it a minute! Pleeeeasse?!" -- and then she was mounted on his lap, trying to both apply some pressure to his crotch and get him to pay attention to the hugely distended nipples under her shirt. She was nudging one of them into his mouth as they passed back out into daylight and he sat her down beside him again. She sighed pitifully and pouted very disappointedly.

The Dane was playing it cool, that's for sure. But he could see that she was being stretched to the breaking point. Once they'd climbed off the ride, he asked for his double payment -- both shoes were kicked off and handed over to him promptly for another moist, albeit brief kiss.

Lisa and Conti cruised through the park at a strong clip, searching for their friend and her male stud. Both girls noticed a little more "action" in their step and a little more snugness in their clothing. They attributed their heightened awareness of themselves to the warm weather and having been covered up for the winter for so long. Conti was sure their little tussle in the car had "sexed her up" nicely and that she would be glowing for the boys for most of the day. She had certainly loved the moment with Lisa, and was enjoying the sexual relationship with her much more than she ever could have dreamed, but Conti was a dick-monger from way back. She was shopping for man on this trip. She threw her head back and reveled in the bounce of her bosom within its tight sheathing.

After an hour of fruitless searching, they stopped at a lemonade stand for a drink. In the shade of the awning, a delicate cool breeze revealed to them that it was indeed still early springtime and gave them both a slight chill.

Conti looked to her side and commented on the stiff points thrusting out of Lisa's flannel shirt. Lisa replied that at least hers were at least partly hidden under flannel, whereas Conti's...

Conti looked at her reflection in the window of the lemonade stand and saw the world's most obvious nipple erections staring back at her.

Spinning to face Lisa and conceal herself, she whispered, "Christ! It looks like I've got some mini-sausages stacked on top of Girl Scout mints in there!"

Surprised by Conti's embarrassment, Lisa couldn't help but agree with her. Both her nipples and the surrounding disks of her aureole were plainly visible. Conti had grabbed the lapels of Lisa's flannel shirt and was clutching her close. As she noticed the shelf on which she was resting her forearms, Conti slid her hands down and gave Lisa's breasts a gentle heft in admiration.

"Wow, it never ceases to amaze me how much you've got goin' on in there!" she said. Lisa's breasts were noticeable fuller than she remembered.

Lisa, while initially put off by Conti's public grope, felt her breasts begin to tingle under the gentle pressure of Conti's hands. They seemed to awaken under her touch and become very receptive to the attention. Nonetheless, they were in public... so she took Conti by the wrists and led her to the side of the trailer.

"Whattsa matter? Don't care for me showin' my appreciation?"

"Please -- just not out in the open like that! What if someone was watching?"

"So what?" as she helped herself to a generous cupping of Lisa's round warm right breast, "what would anyone say? Would it be so bad to see a gorgeous woman with big tits get felt up? People would probably applaud."

Having experienced the public backlash against public homosexual contact before, Lisa was inclined to say, "Yes, it would be so bad! You don't know!" But at that moment she was rather tongue-tied by the exquisite sensations emanating from her breast. All she could utter was "mmmmm-nnnn." And she promptly reached up and took Conti's fat nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She gave it a light squeeze and shook it gently from side to side. Conti's top had gotten so tight that it seemed that she was shaking the valve stem on a car inner tube.

Conti shuddered and gasped for breath as little lightning bolts shot through her tit. She reached out and stroked Lisa's face. She wanted to pull Lisa to her and kiss her full on the lips, but she noticed an elderly gentleman scowling at her from the walkway in front of the lemonade stand. So she gently removed her fingers from her own nipple and led her behind the trailer.

There the paved public area fell away down a steep embankment to a lush wooded area with picnic tables for park guests. The two gingerly trotted down the hill and out of sight, becoming very aware of the endowments on their chests and the excess activity spurred by their descent.

Taking different routes around a tree at the base of the hill, they reconvened in front of a picnic table and embraced with the affection of long-lost friends. They hugged each other exceedingly tightly, each glowing under the exquisite pressure of their four full, suddenly very warm breasts. Their lips found each other and mashed together in a heated kiss.

Lisa broke away long enough to say, "Man, rub my tits will ya? They itch like crazy."

"Yeah, mine too!"

"Um, what are you doing with my things anyway?" Karen asked as she and the Dane proceeded down the midway.

"Don't worry about it, got 'em in my fanny pack," replied the Dane. He of course was doing no such thing. But Karen's mind was too muddled and she was enjoying herself altogether too much to question how he was able to fit her shoes into the tiny fanny pack behind his waist. So she proceeded happy and barefoot through the park.

"What's next?" she inquired perkily.

"Roller coaster."

"Oh, I don't like roller coasters -- can't we do something else?"

"Not if you want your kiss we can't."

"Oh, alright. But this game is wearing me out! When can we just..." and she pulled herself up on the Dane's neck and whispered something into his ear that had an unexpected effect.

The Dane had seen and done a lot of nasty things in his life. But what delicious Karen whispered to him, with her immense breasts pressed over his chest and his arm, took him completely by surprise. And it revealed a chink in his armor. The Dane sprouted a woody. And when the Dane sprouted a woody, it was a very noticeable, fifteen-inch thing. An older woman gasped loudly nearby and steered her grandchildren away from him.

Karen decided to peck at and toy with the Dane's hard-on at every opportunity. It irked him to no end that she had found a way to elicit a response from him again. He was a man of steel. He was an untouchable. He had left women in tears on numerous occasions in his life -- frustrated at their inability to provoke him to sexual response while he strummed innumerable orgasms out of them. But this woman had already gotten the better of him once -- on stage, no less. And no one ever did that to the Great Dane. It had become a matter of pride for him; something for which he had to redeem himself. Today's entire proceedings had been very carefully planned as a measure of revenge. And, more importantly, today was his chance to re-establish his sexual invulnerability. Even his therapist admitted that he needed to regain his belief in his own powers. He'd held out for an amazing length of time and provocation today, considering the fact that even young men in passing were sprouting raging erections simply at the sight of Karen. But his reserve had not lasted as long as he'd hoped.

He had to hold her hands all the way through the roller coaster ride to allow his cock to relax again. It wasn't easy. They had had a hell of a time getting the safety collar down over Karen's chest to hold her into the ride. Finally, with her breasts squashed down and out to the sides, the mechanism had locked and the ride lurched forward. Her rubbery left nipple had been positioned to brush against his solid bicep all through the ride. The gentle repeated touch was enough to drive her crazy. In the clamor of the ride, she begged for him to "pull on my tit! -- Oh, God! Just once, pull on it! Pleeeasse! Ooh, it tickles!!"

Once again off the ride, he rewarded her with a much sought-after kiss, but only after he made her promise not to touch his cock again.

"Never?" she asked in a heartbroken tone.

"Well, maybe later," he said as he planted a solid kiss on her moistened lips and obliged her by gently tugging on both of her nipples at once. Karen trembled at the sensation and got goose bumps all over.

Once he broke off the kiss, he stated, "Now I'm going to need something else..."

"God, I hope it's my panties -- cause I think I just wet them."

As much as she hated to do so, Lisa broke away from the amorous clutches of Conti. She'd been grinding her pelvis on Conti's bare thigh for several inspirational minutes, but now she complained of feeling suddenly short of breath. They disentangled themselves again and found each other's faces smeared with saliva and their hair full of dead leaves and grass.

"Man, my bra feels tight!"

Lisa quickly opened her shirt a few buttons and reached inside to check its positioning. Holding her shirt open, she took note of the tight cleavage that swelled up towards her neck and said, "It shouldn't be this way, it was fine this morning!"

Conti stood watching her and with a mischievous grin said only, "I think it looks finer now!"

As Lisa stared at her friend in confusion, she could suddenly feel the pressure on her chest increase. Looking down, she and Conti watched as her breasts seemed to surge forth on their own. She wouldn't have believed it but for the fact that the action stopped momentarily and then swelled upward again.

Conti smiled and in a teasing, child-like song said, "I think someone's boobs are growing!" She then broke into a giggle that she didn't even try to contain. She shook all over as her giggle grew into a hearty laugh.

Lisa held her breath, thinking that she could stem the growth of her already ample bosoms if she just held her ground and didn't move. But they pushed out on their own again, bulging way out of the generous cups of her bra. They were beginning to hurt now and she knew she had to get out of the bra quickly.

She ripped away her flannel shirt and reached back behind her for the clasp on her bra. The motion pushed her giant melons even further out and strained the rigid support wire into soft breast flesh that was spilling out of the bottom of the apparatus. At last, she was able to disconnect the clasps at the back of the bra. It shot forth from her chest like a strained rubber band and landed at the base of a tree about ten feet away.

She was bent over and gasping from her exertions when she noticed Conti howling with laughter. She didn't even have the opportunity to wonder why her predicament was amusing her so much, as she came to notice that Conti, while unaware of it, was having her own predicament.

Conti's chest was growing as well and was forming a huge round bulge at the front of her tight tee shirt. She was staring and pointing and laughing at the enormous basketball-sized udders hanging down from Lisa's exposed chest. But in her convulsive laughter, she suddenly noticed that she was having difficulty catching her breath. She raised herself up and looked at Lisa who now had her own devilish smile. Conti grew quiet.

"Yeah, baby -- I think someone else's boobies are growing too!"

And as they both watched, Conti's tee shirt stretched forward again, her prodigious nipples shoving out angrily against it and leading the charge of a growing, quivering mound of breast flesh. Conti fought to draw a large breath and Lisa watched as the hem of the tiny shirt climbed up Conti's torso to the base of her breasts.

"Oh, hunh-uh -- this isn't happening to meeeeeEEEE!" Conti exclaimed as another surge of flesh pushed forward of its own volition.

"Help me get this shirt off! I'm gonna bust!" she cried out to Lisa.

"Give it a minute -- I see things getting better soon," she replied. The shirt was being pushed outward at such a clip that she could see that it wasn't going to be able to hold on for very much longer.

Conti's breasts swelled outward again and, though the material was so strained that the weave became apparent, somehow the shirt was holding its own.

"Must have lots of nylon in the blend," Lisa mused.

"Help me, dammit! Shit, I can't hardly breath!"

Lisa stepped forward unsteadily, her gigantic orbs bounding before her.

"Can't hardly breath? Hardly proper English, is it?"

"Fuck you! HELP me dammit!"

Hooking her finger under the taut lip of Conti's tee shirt, Lisa said, "Let me see what I can do..." and gave a little yank upward on the hem of the shirt. Conti's breasts exploded out from under it and the shirt snapped back and drew up to Conti's throat. The breasts bounced independently of one another for a while before settling down.

"So you got me, too, huh?"

"What do you mean?" replied Lisa, as she soothed the irritated skin of her newly enlarged breasts.

"I mean -- man, these feel hot -- they're burnin' like I got a rash or somethin' -- I mean, you gave me the pills, too?"

Distractedly, Lisa replied, "Um, yes." She was rubbing her hands over her rudely swollen glands, trying to relieve the same sensation.

"You bitch!"

With one hand on her nipple and one working its way into her spandex shorts, Conti asked, "I wonder if we laid down in poison ivy or some... aaaaAAAHH! Oh, my pussy! Jeezus, it burns too! Oooh! Uummphhh! Oh, shit!!"

She promptly collapsed to her knees and then screamed, "OOH GAAWWWWD!" at the sensation the jostling provoked.

"Are you OK?" asked Lisa as she bent over Conti. She gasped loudly when the crotch of her jeans compressed over her crotch. It felt like a joy buzzer had been attached to her clitoris.

"SHEEEEEEYIT!" she squealed as she fell forward over Conti.

Their four soft, bulging and overly sensitized breasts flattened against one another. One of Conti's rigid nipples pushed its way into the meat of one of Lisa's boobs. The heat of their flesh was surprising. The girls looked longingly into each other's eyes, thoroughly engrossed in the tidal wave of sensation that roared over them. There was more, but that sensation was the last thing they would remember.

Karen emerged from the restroom dangling her panties from her finger for the benefit of the Dane (and whoever else might be watching). In recent days, her friends had been able to locate some panties for her that were amply padded in the crotch and would lessen the irritation of everyday activities on her cartoonish and overly sensitive clitoris. Without them, she was subject to instantaneous bursts of orgasmic thrill at the slightest agitation. Sitting down, standing up, walking a hallway, crossing her legs -- especially crossing her legs -- could all be simple but effective triggers for convulsive fits of uncontrollable pleasure.

She now delighted in the refreshing and liberating act of going out in public without her "protection." She quickly found that the gaps at the legs of her shorts allowed little puffs of cool air to waft over her unprotected privates. She gasped lightly and glowed with a brimming smile as she handed over to the Dane the price of her affection for him. She quickly coaxed another kiss from him and thrilled at the pleasure it gave her.

"I hope you don't mind," she said with a coy look, "but I had to touch myself a little when these came off. I couldn't help it."

"That would explain the noise."

"Oh, was I noisy?"

"Our audience would seem to think so."

A group of young people was applauding knowingly, especially in appreciation of the sight of the woman who had so obviously enjoyed her private, and very vocal, moment. The guys were quite smitten, but contained their exuberance in the presence of the Dane. He was a mountain of a man by any standards. The young men's girlfriends were much less appreciative of Karen and shot her the most disdainful looks.

Karen turned quickly down the midway again, asking, "What's next?"

When her back was turned, the Dane dropped her panties into the closest garbage bin. They were almost dripping wet.

"What do you say to a little horse-back riding?"

"Ooooohh, yeah! The ponies! Oh, I love the ponies!"

"Oh, I'm sure you will, sweet-meat!" the Dane muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's over this way."

There was quite a rush of activity in their wake, as three or four guys ripped the hood off of the garbage can and fought for the privilege of claiming Karen's underpants.

The Dane recognized that Karen was now fully at the mercy of her own libido. She was incapable of maintaining a coherent thought. And she was well beyond observing the fence lines of her normally polite and reserved demeanor. It almost made him sad to see it, but he had to admit that, right at that moment, Karen was a slut. The sweetness of her character had perhaps been what had made her so attractive to him in the first place. But, as he watched her sashay barefoot down the midway just in front of him, the enormous jiggles of her voluptuous ass and the obvious thrill she found in the simple joys of walking without panties spoke to him of the joyride he himself would be giving her later.

At the petting zoo corral, most of the pony riders were children. But several adult couples making their way around the circular pen. The Dane slipped the vendor -- a crusty ol' coot dressed for the part of a crusty ol' Western coot -- a tight wad of money to ensure that Karen was mounted on a "spirited" animal for her ride.

The ol' coot led the two over to a wild-eyed nut-brown pony that was standing off to the side of the enclosure. He spooked a bit at their approach, but the ol' coot caught his rein and settled him down a bit.

She eyed the pony suspiciously, but Karen placed her foot in the stirrup, steadied herself on the Dane's large shoulder and climbed aboard. Her pendulous breasts dragged over the pony's neck and she dropped rather awkwardly into the saddle. The tumultuous flopping of her enormous tits was startling.

The pony surged forward a step or two at the mounting, but the more surprised by far was Karen herself. Her eyes were wide with amazement and she froze for a moment in the saddle

She shifted in the saddle continuously; wincing with each movement as the curvature of the saddle brought an unusual amount of pressure to bear on her thumb-sized clitoris. And there was nothing to be done to alleviate the situation. The ensuing ride was a dizzying exploration of over-stimulation as the pony bounced poor Karen in directions her poor body could not accept with grace. Round and round the pony trotted, its bounding gait shaking Karen like she was packed with Jell-O. It was all the Dane could do to catch up. Eventually, in a delirium of pleasure, Karen lost consciousness and slumped over, falling from the pony's back with a dusty thump.

The Dane ran to her, cursing himself for being so careless. He was fully aware that she might have broken her neck in such a fall.

"Karen, baby! Are you OK? Speak to me, sweetheart!"

"Hunh? Oh, yeah... I'm OK. I'm just... I think I fell there a... whoo...whoa... WHOOHOO!"

"What's the matter?"

"Um, n-nothing reall... UMPH! UNH! UNH! WHOOOOOOF! Oh my G-Godd! If you're gonna do th-that here, at least k-kiss... me! Oh, you big galoot! UMPHF! OH! OH! OoooooooOOOOOH!!! Kiss me! Kiss me!"

"All right, already!" he said as he bent towards her luscious lips. "But what's bothering you?"

"OOH! OOH! OoohyyyYEAAAH!"

As titters of laughter emerged from the once concerned crowd surrounding them, the Dane looked up to see that Karen's pony had circled back and was tending to her in his own way. The pony's muzzle was nestled deep in the crotch of Karen's very noticeably wet shorts. And the energetic little beast was nudging and licking Karen into a frenzy, no doubt encouraged by the taste of the generously flowing juices seeping through the material.

"I beg you in the name of all that is holy -- don't move yet, Conti!"

Dreamy-eyed, Conti responded, "Um, alright... but why? I don't get it -- what's the problem?"

"Believe me, you will get it if you move right now."

"What's that mean?"

"Well, Conti my dear, I have something to tell you. And it may take a little time for it to sink in. I've been laying here thinking about it for a few minutes now myself and I haven't quite come to grips with it yet either."

Conti lay face to face with Lisa on the cool, damp ground. She stared into her partner's face, afraid to move. But she glanced around her, trying to take in the situation. She could feel the soft warmth of Lisa's naked skin along her side and she could see the high canopy of trees above them. But she waited for Lisa's explanation.

"Conti, you may not know it yet, but you have just become... by far... the most well-endowed... make that the most naturally well-endowed dancer... in the world today. Well, maybe unnaturally well endowed... I don't know."

"Hunh? Oh. Ohhhhh! Oh, you mean..."

"Um, yeah, I do."

"The pills..."

"Yeah."

"So they work, do they?"

"Yeah."

"And I got you... but you got me too?"

"Yeah."

"Um, well -- how bad..."

"Pretty bad."

Conti tried to crane her neck down her body to see what she could see.

"DON'T... MOVE! I MEAN IT!"

"Why can't I see? It's my body."

"Yes, but it's my body too. And my body is positioned with your body so that if you freakin' try to move right now..."

After a lengthy pause, "What? What'll happen for chrissakes!"

"I... I'll... um... I'll have an... accident."

"You have to pee!?"

"No, Conti, I... I think I have to... um... you know, orgasm."

"Are you kidd..."

"NO! Definitely not kidding!"

"OK, so what's where?"

"Your thigh is holding my clitoris hostage."

"So if I were to move my leg... like this...?"

"DON'T!! AAAAch! Oh, shit!" And Lisa began to tremble all over.

"Or maybe slide it back like this...?"

"OOOOOoooomph! Oh! Oh! There... it... is! Ooooooohh!"

Conti felt great rushes of warm liquid gush over her thigh. It did unimaginable things to her own libido.

"WOW!" Conti exclaimed.

"Nnh! Yeah -- 'wow!' -- think that's pretty wild, huh? What if I did this to you?"

Lisa grasped one of Conti's nipples -- a great, thick, bulging thing -- and squeezed it like the rubber ball on a kid's bicycle horn. When she saw Conti's eyes bulge out, she expected to hear a high pitch "honk!"

"OK! OK! Break! Quick!"

And the two girls rolled apart in the grass and fought to gain their feet.

Staggering and standing apart, they finally got a good look one at the other. Their mouths hung open in wonder and astonishment. After several long minutes of silence they spoke.

"OH... MY... GOD!" said Conti. "You are gorgeous!"

"You ain't so bad yourself," said Lisa appreciatively.

Though covered in grass clippings and loose leaves and with their hair completely disheveled and hanging oddly over their faces, the pair were unbelievable luscious. Somehow in their struggles they'd managed to remove the clothing from each other's lower halves. They stood now completely naked before one another.

Shining wet, their skin glistened and sparkled with accents that highlighted simply enormous womanly features. Their breasts projected away from their bodies in huge, strong arcs that denied any negative gravitational effects. Each breast was as big as an old fashioned medicine ball and equally as voluminous. Had they tried, they couldn't have wrapped their arms around their chests and been able to touch their own fingertips. Their minds immediately fell to the only other woman they knew of to whom they might be compared -- the delectable Karen. If the truth be told, Lisa's breasts were even larger.

Lisa was a shorter woman than Karen, so her breasts were if anything even more dramatic on a smaller frame. In addition, her breasts were instantly judged to be perhaps even a few inches larger in circumference than Karen's. They were positively captivating and swollen in such an even and beautifully smoothed surface that they seemed to be formed of warm, polished stone. The rest of her body was as trim and athletic as it had been, though her buttocks and upper thighs were much more pronounced now. Her ass stuck up with an impudence and heft reminiscent of their beloved Karen's but without as much girth.

Conti had the same wild racetrack of curves, but Lisa thought she had a more fluid and womanly form. Her breasts extended out at a slightly less immediate pace, instead sloping out in a long, looping teardrop. They seemed more gourd-like than egg-shaped, if that helps to clarify the image in any way. And the truly definitive aspects of Conti's breasts were the nipples. Rather than the flat, radar dish aureole that surrounded Karen's vienna sausage protuberances, Conti's aureole bulged outward from the curve of the rest of her breasts in smaller mounds that were capped with finger-tip sized nipples. She had what are referred to as "puffies." Fronting her enormously ballooned breasts, her aureole mounds were at this moment as large as halved tennis balls.

At her other extremity, Conti now sported the single largest ass either of them had ever seen. It exceeded Karen's in breadth and expanse, as well as protuberance. Conti's hips flared outward from her slim waist at a seemingly impossible rate, squared off and ran down into thickly rounded thighs. Again, Lisa thought that her thighs were more womanly than her own. She wondered why, in this situation, that bothered her. When Conti turned sideways, her ass stuck out like a shelf from the gentle curve of her spine, with a beautifully angled plateau just over her hips.

The girls each placed a tentative hand to the undersides of their breasts and tried to gauge their mass by lifting them slightly. Their hands sunk into the tender tissues and they were surprised to realize just how heavy each giant breast sack was. They felt no ill effects to supporting the weight in their backs. In fact they each felt stronger and more balanced than they ever had. The girls' eyes fell to their respective crotches. Their delicate hands fell there next. What they found caused them to gasp aloud and pull back apprehensively.

Conti lightly felt for what she expected to find. Having spent a good bit of time in Karen's delicious crotch, much of it in the dark, she thought she knew how big her lips might be, and where to find the...

"YEP! Whoo! There it is! Wow -- NOW I know why Karen looks so paralyzed when I touch her clitty! Sheesh, that's a powerful emotion, if you know what I... Hey, honey, you OK?

Lisa was standing frozen, with her hands up and her shoulders hunched. She looked like she'd just been splashed with cold water. Her face was contorted into a funny grimace. She was staring down between the vast crevasse of breast flesh beneath her chin, though she certainly couldn't see beyond it.

"What is it, kid?"

"I don't know! What's down there?" She pointed to her crotch. "There's something attached to my... you know."

Conti stepped toward her to examine it.

"No! No -- now don't touch me!" She backed up a few steps.

Conti bent forward and tried to gaze into Lisa's crotch while coming a few steps closer.

"Don't! Just don't touch me!" As Conti reached out, she said, "Do you hear me?"

"Relax. I just want to see..."

"Oh, please, please! Don't touch it -- I touched it and it, um, it did something. Just tell me what it is."

Lisa kept backing up and bumped into the end of a picnic table. It caught her off guard and her awkward new carriage caused her to fall back over the table. Looking down, she could just see Conti's face as she came forward, staring into her crotch.

"Here, honey, just let me get in there and take a look."

Pulling her knees up towards her Lisa said, "OK, but just please don't touch... AAACK!"

Conti had touched it. It was Lisa's clitoris.

But it was a clitoris seemingly more of legend than physical truth. It was enormous. Rudely protuberant clitoral buds were common to both the original victim of the pills, Karen, as well as Conti. Neither would spend another day with a tastefully concealed erotic bud. Both would be dealing with the constant agitation the provocatively "forward" things caused for the rest of their lives. But Lisa... poor Lisa.

Conti stared in amazement at it. She tenderly pulled Lisa's pubic hair away from it and watched it. Lisa's clitoris was as large as a grown man's thumb. It stuck out and curved upwards like it was hitching for a ride. It had to be two and a half inches long from base to tip.

"D-d-d-doonnn't... do... th-that again," came a voice from the picnic table.

Conti could see Lisa's huge, wobbling tits sitting on her chest and her hands extended outward from underneath toward her, pleading and helpless.

Conti was undeterred. She reached out tentatively and lightly stroked one side of the appendage with her fingertip.

"Ooooooooh-ooooh. Don't!"

Conti touched it again and watched as her finger pushed it to the side a bit and it bobbed back into place. That was when she noticed that it was moving on its own. It was actually pulsing. She recognized it as the same bouncing movement that was so hypnotic when a man's erection was revealing his heartbeat. She caught the end of it in her fingertips and gave it a light squeeze.

"C-C-Con-tiii. P-p-pplease! Don't!" Lisa's voice was thin and rasping.

Conti went for the kill. She leaned forward and opened her mouth. She surrounded Lisa's clitoris in her open mouth and then closed her lips around it. She'd done the same thing with the heads of men's dicks before. It was tantalizing and always effective. Lisa's thighs shook alongside Conti's face.

Inside her mouth, she brought her tongue forward and trapped Lisa's clit against her palate. She could see Lisa's fingers stabbing out into the air, shaking. She rolled her tongue back and forth over the giant fleshy bud.

Lisa's pelvis lurched up into Conti's face, nearly breaking her nose. It lifted her off the picnic table and fell back again hard. As Conti maintained her liplock, Lisa began to buck and thrash on the tabletop. Suddenly, Lisa's thighs were mashed hard over her ears and her head was locked in a warm, fleshy vise. The vise grew tighter and began to shake violently. A warm, sticky fluid began to blast out of Lisa's cunt, soaking Conti's chin, neck and chest. It spread down over Conti's bloated tits like warm honey, dripping from her nipples beneath the table.

What Conti couldn't hear at that moment was an ear-splitting shriek reminiscent of a bimbo in a B-movie horror epic. It shattered the calm of the early spring afternoon and echoed loudly through the trees. The shriek went on and on and finally died out when Lisa's lungs were exhausted of oxygen.

Conti was finally able to pry herself away from Lisa's crotch and shove herself away from the table. She stumbled backwards and fell onto her well-cushioned ass, making contact well before she expected to. Both women propped themselves up on their elbows and gazed over the pink mounds under their chins to see if the other was all right.

Just then, at the crest of the embankment, several young men crashed into view and stared down between the trees to the picnic area below. They had heard the sound of a woman's scream. They even speculated that it was a scream of passion. But then, young men want to believe that all screams are screams of passion.

Conti and Lisa saw their silhouettes against the sky above them. Conti instantly recognized their builds as athletes -- probably football players -- definitely college age. A few more silhouettes appeared, then several more. It was strangely reminiscent to the girls of the old western movies when an Indian war party would suddenly show up and stretch the entire ridge overlooking the helpless intruding settlers.

Young men saw two huge pairs of tits and two utterly naked women on their backs, in close proximity, with the legs spread. Big tits and lesbo sex -- no greater turn-on anywhere. A long, mutual "whooop!" issued from the group and they began to descend.

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

"RUN!"

Two voluptuous women with garbage-bag sized tits bounding before them began to run. They were immediately impressed at the pace they were able to set. Their immense thighs and buttocks sent them scrambling with great power. They were, however, deterred by the distracting and somewhat painful wobbling of their boobs swinging and jumping in different directions with every step. They tried to reach up and hold them in place, but found that their hands were too small for the task. They covered the distance of fifty yards or so in relatively short time, but were quick to realize that young male athletes were still descending upon them.

Lisa looked to her side and saw several young women calling out to them and waving them over. They were standing behind a gate and seemed to be offering an escape. Conti didn't see them and continued on, but Lisa pulled to the side and dashed to the gate.

The girls opened it wider and then wider still, in consideration of the size of the naked woman flopping down toward them. She ran through it and the girls swung the large gate closed with a clang and quickly threw the latch. Lisa ran behind a large row of bushes growing beside the gate to conceal herself as a few of the young men appeared and attempted to bargain with the girls to gain access. But they quickly ran off to join their friends in pursuit of Conti.

The young women turned quickly to Lisa. Having an eye for such things, she noticed that they were each exceptionally pretty girls. They were quick to join her at the bushes and offer their consolation. She couldn't help but notice how the girls' eyes strayed to her unavoidable bosoms while they spoke.

"Gosh, lady, are you OK?" said one of the girls, a coed with shimmering blonde hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine... just... a little... out... of breath," she replied while trying to keep an eye out through the foliage.

"Well, just stay here for a while -- they can't get in here," said another girl with curly brown ringlets.

"Yeah, we won't go anywhere 'til they're gone," said a very dark-skinned black girl with beautiful lavender eyes.

The four of them stared out through the hedges at the picnic grounds and tried to ascertain the path of the gang of athletes. Their whoops and yells seemed to be coming from off to the right toward the lake. The girls showed great concern for Lisa, comforting her by putting their hands on her shoulders. The blonde began to pick leaves and dirt out of Lisa's hair.

After a few moments of silence, Lisa noticed the girls were stroking her arms and around her shoulders with great care.

"Um, we saw you and your friend earlier..." said the black girl.

"Yeah," replied Lisa, distractedly.

"Over on the picnic table."

"Yeah."

"We work here. Funny, cause we were just coming back here to, um, enjoy ourselves a little too. We sort of have our own little meetings down here. We almost thought about kind of joining you."

A delicate hand traced a smooth line down Lisa's back. The familiarity of it got her attention.

"Yeah... yeah?"

"Yes, um, would that have been bad?" asked the blonde.

"... If we joined you?" continued the brunette as her hand fell to the back of Lisa's hip.

Lisa turned to look at her rescuers and newfound friends. Their pretty, young faces and looks of sincere affection hit her right where she lived. She noted that a large blanket had been spread out over the grass and several candles were lit around it. Pretty young lesbians. Pretty young lesbians sneaking off for a few intimacies. Pretty young lesbians who ran into a gorgeous big lesbian. Pretty young lesbians who were getting a little bolder and starting to feel her up.

Light touches traced over the swell of her hip and buttock from the right. A tentative little hand passed over the circumference of her left breast and bumped across the distended nipple. She quivered and gasped lightly.

"Ohhhh, crap," Lisa muttered quietly as she was absorbed in their embrace.

Conti found herself cornered at the edge of the lake. A six-foot fence topped with barbed wire formed a square pen at the edge of the property. The fence even extended across the mouth of the inlet to the lake. Having nowhere to go, she turned on her pursuers like a cornered animal.

They stopped about six feet from her in a surrounding arc. Breathless and wild-eyed, they stared at Conti in amazement. She was crouched like a linebacker. Her chest rose and fell dramatically as she fought to catch her breath. Her hair was in wild disarray and her fingers were extended like talons. She was a wild looking beast.

On the inside, she was struggling to keep her wits. Her pussy was tingling madly. It was hot and dripping with her own nectar. The run had caused undue aggravation to her plump pussy lips and clitoris. She desperately wanted to touch herself.

The young men were stymied, now that they had finally caught their prey. As in most acts of male aggression, her pursuers didn't really know whether to carry on with their intentions when faced with the opportunity. But the sight of Conti's glistening, super-voluptuous body led them on their way. First one, then another, then another of the boys began to adjust themselves a bit. The vision of glistening voluptuousness before them raised their flags, as it were.

One very bold young man began to undo his belt. Conti turned and looked him full in the crotch, glaring at him with the intensity and allure of a wild cat. He pretty quickly realized that she was as interested in seeing him as he was in seeing her. Almost obediently he continued to lower his pants. A good-sized bulge was revealed in his underwear.

Conti absent-mindedly reached down and ran her hand across her pelvis and she grunted at the sensation. Several more young men began to undo their pants. She looked around appreciatively. Then she ran her fingers straight through the wet cleft at the juncture of her thighs and drew them back out slowly. She sighed with satisfaction. Her thighs trembled. As the true professional she was, she slowly brought her fingers upward, sliding them through the valley between her bulging tits, and drew them into her mouth and licked them lovingly while gazing out innocently at the boys.

Shoes flew. Pants fell. Shirts were ripped away and flung aside. It was as if their cocks were threatening to burn through their clothing, they were so quickly revealed. As they slowly approached, the sight of a dozen or more cocks bobbing before her made her growl with anticipation. She was beside herself, unable to form a coherent thought. She saw only stiffened penises, bulging and throbbing for her. She licked her lips. A young man placed his hand under the side of Conti's right breast and gently mashed his palm into the full meat of it. Conti's eyes fluttered with a wave of passion. One young man's dick spurted a quick shot of cum that landed on the thickest part of her thigh and slid downward, burning like warm oil.

"Ohhhh, crap," she muttered quietly as she was absorbed in their embrace.

The Dane had somehow managed to hustle Karen away from the pony corral and lose the throng of admirers that had been enjoying her little tryst with the amorous pony. It wasn't easy, as Karen was languid and limp and difficult to keep moving. She was positively awash in a sea of libidinous emotion, riding the swells of erotic sensations. She was clad in only her tank top and shorts at this point. And the crotch of her shorts rubbed agonizingly over her tender exposed pussy. Whenever possible, she clung to the Dane and sought out his aphrodisiac-laden kiss. He caught her feeling herself up and seeking out her stiff, aching nipples with her own delicate hands. As he dragged her along, she tried to rub her breasts against the steely wall of his chest, cooing and sighing.

Finally finding some solace behind a service building, he propped her against the wall and sat back to rest on a nearby bench. A moment later, he looked up to see her with both hands jammed down the front of her shorts. Her balloon-ish breasts were thrust up high as they sat atop the V her arms were making. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip.

The Dane reached under her boobs and took her by both arms.

"Hey! Hey, now. You can't go doing things like that in public," he teased.

"Oooh -- oh, um, I know -- but I've got these... feelings! These feelings that are so... naughty but I can't keep myself from... ooh!"

She reacted disappointedly as he drew her hands up out of her shorts.

"Just a little longer, OK? And I promise I'll take care of all your feelings. OK?"

This brightened her up a bit and she smiled enchantedly.

"Now -- the next ride is a fun one. We can get all wet!"

She cooed appreciatively, but the crotch of her shorts felt amply soaked already.

"But first, I think I need some payment, right?"

Her wet shorts had flopped to the concrete before he had a chance to utter another word. She looked up at him with a satisfied grin, utterly naked from the waist down.

"Well, yes, that'll do. But you can't very well go back out on the rides looking like that, can you?"

She shook her head innocently, no.

"Here's what I propose..."

A few minutes later, they emerged from behind the service building, an even odder-looking pair than normal. The Dane was wearing Karen's tank top. It wasn't quite the stretch one might imagine, but it was tight. There was plenty of room for his ample pecs, while his arms swelled out of the sides of it like great bronze cannons. In turn, Karen was wearing the Dane's tee shirt, which was only barely long enough to cover the bottom of her gargantuan ass cheeks. They had knotted it at the bottom to keep it snug. But it continued to ride up a bit in back and put the lower swell of her ass on view within a minute or two. She was well beyond realizing it.

The log ride was relatively uneventful, except for two brief moments. First, as she stepped down into the log from the deck with one foot, the tee shirt popped up over her buttocks and rested atop her hips. A good number of folks got a spectacular moon shot and one man had to hold his daughter's little felt cap over his crotch as they exited the ride. Karen was unaware of it until she sat her naked ass on the padded bench, where a little water had splashed over the vinyl. She squealed and fought to drag the shirt back over her prodigious backside.

Second, at the close of the ride the two of them were soaked in the final descent of the log down the slide and back into the water trough. The Dane's tee shirt went nearly transparent on Karen. And her sausage-like nipples went achingly rigid. Never had a wet tee shirt won the attention of so many and held it so completely. The meandering crowd seemed to freeze in place as they proceeded down the midway to their final destination.

Karen clung to the Dane with obvious affection and a bit of renewed shyness. She was now so completely on display that even in her drugged state she was a bit chastened.

The Dane led her towards one of the park's feature attractions, a standing roller coaster ride called Cobra Run. Halfway there, she remembered something.

"Hey! Where's my kiss?"

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot." He gave her a peck on the lips and, before she could complain, he replied, "Don't worry, baby -- you're gonna get plenty on this ride!"

She snuggled up to her big daddy and grinned in anticipation. She was chilled all over from the dampness, but she still tingled with the agitation of her privates.

When they reached the ride, the Dane steered her past the hour-long line that stretched back along the pathway. They arrived at a door in a fence surrounding the ride and the Dane pressed a buzzer. In a few moments, a little squirrelly guy opened the door sheepishly. He recognized the Dane and let them in.

He led them down a covered walkway and up a set of wooden stairs. At the top, he opened a door to the right onto another small walkway, which let them out into a small hut with no windows. He told them to stay there until he got back.

Karen tried to peek out through the cracks in the walls of the hut, but she could only make out that they were somewhere close to the tracks of the ride. The Dane took advantage of the moment she had her back turned to coat his lips again with the aphrodisiac.

When Karen turned back towards him, the Dane took her forcefully in his arms and pressed her breasts snugly against him. Then he turned his head and mashed his lips to hers, giving her the kiss of a lifetime. His lips, mouth and tongue painted a masterpiece of affection over her. He swathed his tongue over hers, ran his lips lovingly over her cheeks and swirled his tongue in her ear. She was gasping for breath and clinging to him in order to prevent herself from swooning.

Then her moved his massive hands down under her breasts and hefted them upward gently. She moaned with his touch and broke off the kiss to sigh aloud at the pressure of his breast-lift. The tee shirt once again slid up and over her rounded butt cheeks. The tiny hairs there stood up at the cool air caressing the huge surfaces of her butt. The Dane passed his hands down over her waist, cupped the massive swells of her ass and squeezed them firmly.

Karen's tongue lolled out of her mouth and she fell limp against the Dane's solid chest. He continued to kiss his way around her neck and dabble in her ear lobe. Karen felt a dribble of the juices from her cunt start down the inside of her thigh. She squeezed her legs together and all light was blotted out for a moment as she had another mini-orgasm. There was a loud rushing sound.

The squirrelly guy returned and tapped the Dane on the back. He cracked a door at the back of the hut and peered out.

"It's time, big guy!" he said.

The Dane pulled away from Karen at that moment and gave her sweet face a long, loving look that turned into a leer. He took her tee shirt at the throat with both hands and said, "Here's the final payment!"

With that he ripped it from her body with one powerful motion.

Her awesome physique was finally revealed in all its majesty. She was a wide-eyed, voluptuously stacked goddess, quivering with the violence of her unsheathing and with the pent up passions of her daylong torment. She was acutely aware of every inch of her overly sensitized flesh and could draw only a few ragged breaths in her heightened state.

The Dane was enraptured with the view as well. He felt his penis begin to descend down his leg in appreciation of the perfect vision before him. He gripped her at the apex of both bosoms, and gave a goodly sized portion of each tit a firm, but gentle clench. Karen felt her own warm juices now flowing freely down the insides of both thighs. It was a magical release and she stood stiffly straight.

"Here we go!" cried the squirrelly guy, and he opened the door wider.

They could see that the ride had been stopped abruptly on its way back to the platform to drop off and pick up riders. The last car in a string of fifteen or so was positioned directly outside the door. The car itself was encased in black plastic shell with the words "Under Repair" printed on it. The rest of the cars attached to it were filled with riders, but this one had been kept off limits. He cracked open the black casing and held it open, urging them to hurry inside the shell.

The Dane grabbed Karen around the waist and pulled her to the door.

"In you go, sweetie!"

Karen hesitated a moment as she saw daylight around her again, but the Dane pushed her through the opening into the black shell. Her huge tits caught on the frame of the door and impeded her progress for a moment, but with a little gentle maneuvering she was soon safely inside.

"HOLY SHIT!!" said the squirrelly guy when he finally caught a good look at Karen struggling with her bloated tits. She blushed demurely, but felt her body bulging out all around her and was unable to avoid his stare.

"Hook her in, Skeets!" bellowed the Dane.

Skeets' hands trembled as he approached her. Thankfully all he had to do was back her into the standing scoop for one rider and lower the brace collar over her head until it snapped in place. All the same, the collar forced her boobs down and outward and the movement of all that soft smooth breast flesh exhausted poor squirrelly Skeets' reserve. He fell back against the door of the shack and stared at Karen as his crotch pulsed visibly and dark stains appeared on the front of his pants.

The Dane stepped by him, stuffing a few large bills into his hand. Stepping quickly into the shell, he loudly urged Skeets to snap out of it and close the casing. It was immediately dark inside the shell and they could hear a clamp snap tight on the outside.

Everything was happening so quickly that Karen hardly had time to register it all. She was positioned so that she stood in her harness and faced the back of the ride. She could hear the Dane rustling around on the other side of the car and they suddenly lurched into motion. Next thing she knew, the Dane was speaking very close to her face. He was telling her they had to be very quiet. And the next thing she knew, she felt a large, rubbery appendage bumping across the bottoms of her breasts as they projected out into the darkness. It came to rest on her belly between her boobs and bobbed against her navel.

She could hear the Dane struggling to lock himself into the standing "seat" facing her. Reaching down under her tits, Karen was able to take hold of the appendage. She was only just able to encircle its girth with both of her trembling delicate hands. Handling it in the dark, she realized that she was finally in possession of the Dane's prodigious fifteen-inch cock. The knowledge that her lover was nude and ready for her -- finally -- enflamed her passions once again.

The Dane, on the other hand, had only just gotten himself secured in the brace when he found that he was already at a disadvantage. She had him. She clutched his proud cock to her belly and walked its veiny length with her curious and loving hands. When it became apparent what she had, she turned on her attentions, stroking and fondling his tube steak as he became ever more rigid and engorged with hot blood.

He felt himself losing control to her again, so he forced her hands away from him and clutched at the tips of her breasts. He found her turgid nipples and began to twist them around. A tortured "oooh!" escaped her lips. Then he pushed upon her breasts, forcing the nipples deep into the masses of breast flesh. Karen emitted a tiny squeal.

"Shushh!" uttered the Dane urgently.

"I'm... I'm trying to shush!" she whispered, "But you're... you're doing..."

He smoothed his hands heavily across the expanse of her tits.

"... And I can't very well... be expected... to-oooooOOOOH!"

"Shushh!" he replied again as he pushed her giant tits together. Upon so doing, he realized that he had trapped the tip of his own cock between them and that the sensation was delicious -- too delicious for his liking. He had maneuvered to trap her here all along and he was trying to prolong this thing for its fullest effect. And here he was almost ready to go off like poor Skeets. He cursed the tiny shell now and wished that he could just back away for a second. But the ride was rocketing through its course, and it would be ill-advised to try to move.

Too late, he discovered that Karen had found him again. She gripped his cock tightly at the base, forcing the blood to the head and causing the Dane to go as stiff as granite. She began to rub his apple sized dickhead against the sides of her breasts -- first sliding its ridge smoothly over one side and then the other. He scrambled to disengage himself from her and remove her hands, but she was difficult to deny at this point. He finally pried her fingers from him and sighed with relief as blood began to flow again along the length of his priapus.

But Karen had found her advantage in the Dane's own manipulation of her and in the close proximity in which they found themselves. She placed her hands at the sides of her breasts and forced the giant masses together. Between them was trapped a good six to seven inches of the fifteen-inch rigid schlong that beat with the heart of its panicked owner. Rubbing her breast flesh over her captive was a delicious experience that heightened the sensitivity of her skin and sent tingles coursing through her all the way to her crotch. In the dark, she couldn't see the grimace on her partner's face.

The Dane was struggling to remove himself from Karen's clutches, but there was nothing much he could do. At this close range, he was trapped in her tits and couldn't get away. He clutched at the ends of her breasts, seeing as how they were the only things he could get a hold of, but this only seemed to excite her even more. He wasn't able to remove her boobs from him, and he felt his reserve slipping away in a rush.

He was getting "done" like he was supposed to be doing her! Once again, this sweet, massive woman was getting the best of him. He felt his cock beginning to surrender to sensations that he constantly denied it. With every repeated rub of her flesh over his rod, he felt himself arching up into her trap, unable to stop himself from enjoying the rapture of her closeness, the scent of her passion, the gentle sounds of her own enjoyment.

Down she slid her breasts over his cock again. He felt his toes tense and the corresponding muscles ascending his sturdy legs went rigid. Up she slid along the length of him again. His hands clutched at the side of the plastic scoop for a handhold and his fingers went crooked and rigid. Slowly his arms tensed and his chest muscles clenched. Down she pushed her boobs around him again. He felt that he was being swallowed in the most luscious trap. His buttocks clenched almost painfully as he felt his scrotum tighten and his testicles draw up against his body. He was acutely aware of how much they were beginning to ache.

Up again she slid along the length of the Dane's mighty penis. His entire body flinched and his muscles tensed and spasmed as he felt the inevitable coming. Quickly down again, Karen's tits swelled over him and something snapped in the Dane. He felt a rush deep within him and his hips thrust forward, firing his ejaculation like a howitzer. It shot straight up through Karen's cleavage in a jet and smacked the roof of the shell with a loud "THTUUUMMMMMM!"

Karen could feel the man-meat in her cleavage swell and pulse dramatically, but she didn't notice the ejaculate at first until it rained downward on her from above. Then she began to catch thick bits of it falling into her hair. Tugging back on her tit sacks, she pulled his cock toward her and then began to feel the brunt of it as his blasts of cum began to hit her in the face. She opened her mouth widely to take in as much as she could. A full shot struck her right in her upper palate and spread over her entire mouth. She delighted in the warm saltiness of it as another blast hit her in the forehead and over her eyes. She positioned herself to catch it in her mouth again and found that even when she missed she delighted in being painted with the stuff and feeling it ooze down over her neck and into her cleavage.

Over and over the giant penis spewed forth its seed into her face and neck. It pooled up in her cleavage and became the grease that perpetuated the pistoning of his cock between her tits. The slippery sensation was even more provocative to the Dane and his cock began to rocket out even more energetic blasts of cum. He felt as though his life was being drained from him, and yet it seemed that this was what he'd waited a lifetime for.

The hot spooge dribbled down Karen's tummy as it squelched out between her breasts. It tickled her belly button on its way to her crotch. It clung to her dark pubes and slowed there until the flow became heavy enough to push through. And when it oozed down over her enraged clitoris, Karen felt a rush of tingling, tickling sensation that swam over her entire body. She became aware of the relaxation of the muscles in her enormous breasts. In the "let-down" that ensued, she felt her breasts surge forth in the dark and completely swallow the Dane's dick before they brushed against his abdomen.

They both reacted vehemently to her super voluptuous swell. The Dane bellowed like a wounded buffalo and his cock leapt up yet again with the sensation to renew its prodigious ejaculation. He jetted blast after blast of the thick, ropy semen into the warm cleft of her bosom. Karen was beyond all reckoning and, while she was enjoying this immensely, she wanted the Dane's hose in her business receptacle. With little hesitation, she gave the neck harness a mighty shove and pushed it to the ceiling of the makeshift compartment. The Dane heard a sickening groan of metal in the dark and wondered what it alluded to.

Karen leapt out from under the harness and threw herself against the Dane. She was aided by the fact that the ride was presently looping upside down and she was nearly weightless. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself tightly against him. Her breasts were squashed out rudely to the sides, while her bottom twitched and squirmed in search of the mighty penis. She quickly found it behind her and maneuvered herself until she had it lodged between the engorged lips of her cunt.

The Dane tried to scream in panic, but his voice was muffled by Karen's full lips as she sought out another desperate kiss. Slowly and deftly she manipulated herself over the huge head of his cock until she began to slide with relatively little effort down over him. She gasped repeatedly as she felt her insides being stretched over his pole, but set right back to her work when she became accustomed to each incremental descent.

It felt as though she was being stabbed through her very core -- but in a very good way. She had rarely if ever felt so full down there (well maybe that one time with the bull on the farm, see Chapter VI, but that she was only barely aware of) and she loved it. As her inner muscles stretched, she could feel them quiver and tense around the invading log that she was so slowly easing herself down onto. It continued to squirt cum deep into her quim as she descended over it. The Dane's thick slime was running out of Karen's snugly stretched puss and oozing out over his own balls.

He was becoming concerned that he might never emerge from his soft, smothering prison and that he would soon have nothing at all left in him to ejaculate. His penis felt as though it was in another room, very distant from him. But he could still feel the immaculate sensations as he cock was milked and tugged from within Karen's steaming hot vagina. Slowly he felt himself being swallowed inside her to depths no other woman had ever accommodated. And when she seemed to have reached the point at which she could make him go no farther, she seemed to somehow become more urgent than ever.

Karen could feel the tip of the Dane's cock battering past her cervix and she thrilled with a new blend of delicious tension and small stabs of pain. Her entire vagina, inside and out, began to itch and burn with a fiery ecstasy. This moment had been building from the start of the day, with the Dane's first warm kiss. And now she was going to finally squeeze every bit of life from it. She leaned into his face, bit down gently on his lower lip, and thrust herself down hard onto his member one last time. There she clenched her vaginal muscles into a vice and froze into a stiffened, trembling embrace. She shook and squirted her own juices through two more ninety second rides of twists, turns and falls in this position without removing her grip on the Dane's manly stalk. He was strangely silent, but she failed to notice. She was gasping for breath and seeing stars flashing in the darkened compartment.

Finally, as she felt the ride come to a halt once more, she released her arms from around his neck and let herself fall away from him, exhausted. She cantilevered on his cock and crumpled to the floor in a heap, but not until the giant's staff had been twisted out of her cunt with a very loud "SCHHLOOOOP!" noise. A moment later, the door to the shell was wrenched open again and little squirrelly Skeets stood at the opening peering in upon the twisted, sodden mess within.

"CHRIST!" he exclaimed.

Karen shielded her eyes from the light as Skeets urged them to hurry and step out before someone noticed. He wondered how it was that she was out of the protective brace and he saw that it had been wrenched toward the ceiling. He reached in to give the sticky superwoman a hand up and out and, while marveling at the rolling, cum-smeared flesh pillows on Karen's chest, he leaned over to repeat his message of urgency to the Dane. It was then that they both saw the blank stare in his eyes and noticed his stiff posture. His cock stood out exceedingly far from his body like a rigid spear, but it was no longer twitching with the beat of his heart. A scream escaped Karen's lips.

Conti was in the process of chasing down one of her boy partners and dragging him back to a pile of the others using the handle God had given him and by which he could not refuse her. She gripped him firmly, lowered him to his back in the grass, and positioned herself to squat back over him. She twisted and wrenched another shivering orgasm from herself, using the boy as the stir in her drink, and tossed him aside as he collapsed from exhaustion.

What had begun as a hearty gang-bang in which the boys had somehow imagined that they had the upper hand had turned into something entirely different. At one point, she had her buttocks suspended in the air while one young man brazenly rammed his cock into her from behind, two others slapped her enormous ass cheeks with every thrust, two others chewed on her fat nipples, and two more fed their plump dicks into her sensual mouth. The sheer sight of the shimmering flesh of her quaking ass had caused several of the boys to cum over her backside while they waited for their turn. As for Conti, she had simply delighted in the spanking. She responded to it by nearly twisting off the young man's dick in her cunt while in the throes of her orgasm. Eventually, she found herself crawling over their prostrate forms, trying to raise another response from each of them after they'd collapsed in exhaustion.

And now she rose unsteadily from the withered dick of her final conquest and stood triumphantly over the field of battle, littered as it was with the exhausted bodies of her molesters. She was covered in sticky jism and grass from head to toe, but the fire had finally been put out in her loins. She ran her hands over her new, deliciously monstrous body and reveled in its power and sensuality. Warm sensations surged over her as she kneaded the doughy flesh of her immense boobs.

Suddenly, a scream echoed out through the trees and Conti spun on her heels. The sound of the scream provoked a knowing and passionate response. Her breasts tingled and her pussy lips itched from an unforeseen source.

The scream was Karen's and she knew it.

Lisa was on her back in the grass at that moment, getting worked over like a wanton slut. The sweet little blonde girl who had been so concerned for her welfare was now up to her wrist in Lisa's writhing pussy while her companions were trying to jam Lisa's nipples up their own hoochies. The gentle girls who had rescued Lisa and taken her gently into their girlfriends' embrace had been transformed into raging sex fiends who seemed bent on satisfying her in whatever means at their disposal. In truth, her need was so great that they were driven to their carnal urgency by their affection for her.

Lisa was at their mercy, tossing her mane of auburn hair back and forth and moaning loudly as the brunette and the black girl engaged in a tongue wrestling match in her mouth and the little blonde pushed her fist repeatedly into the thick, warm clutches of her sopping wet cunt. Each time she withdrew, it made loud slurping noises and caused Lisa to spurt a bit more of her love juices up the girl's arm.

The blonde quickened the pace of the friction while the other two girls became more frantic atop Lisa's breasts. They seemed to be riding them now like great bouncing balls while driving her stiff nipples into their tight little cunts. They threw their heads back and, with their asses jiggling, they galloped on towards shattering climaxes. Lisa wasn't far behind. She exploded with a spray of love juices and flopping limbs and jettisoned the blonde's hand from her crevice. The four women fell back heavily onto the moist, twisted blanket.

Suddenly, a scream echoed out through the trees and Lisa leapt to her feet with a cat-like quickness, dripping with her own juices and knocking her companions carelessly aside. The sound of the scream provoked a knowing and passionate response. Her breasts tingled and her clitoris itched from an unforeseen source.

The scream was Karen's and she knew it.

So... now we have three very big women who seem to have gotten more than their fill. And still the questions linger: what the heck do big girls like Karen and Conti and Lisa do with themselves now and is there any chance that they will ever again be able to lead normal lives? What are the ramifications of three enlarged sexpots being friends -- or, for that matter, being anywhere near each other? And what happens when one of them kills a very large man during sex?

Tune in next time for some of the answers.

(Reader: as always, if you've got anything to share, I would appreciate your feedback on my little developing story of Karen. Many, many thanks to all of the "Friends of the Perils."

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