THE BIGGER THE BETTER

BOOK ONE

Part One: Jack

Chapter 1

Jack Davenport was a 27 year-old associate with a major Wall Street law firm. With his Yale BA and Harvard JD (plus law review) under his belt (both awarded magna cum laude), Jack had hit the ground running his first year with the firm by writing the winning brief in a multimillion dollar appeal to the federal court of appeals. He was now, he hoped, on the fast track to a partnership.
    Although his salary had just crept into the six-figure range, he had decided to live in a suburb just north of the city. His career was going great guns, and money was not a big problem, but the price of living in the City would have eaten up just too much of his income.
    Suburban living did have drawbacks, however, because a single's social life in Westchester County was, well, definitely on the quiet side. It certainly was a lot slower than that found, for example, in the watering holes on 57^th Street or on the upper east side of Manhattan where the Beautiful People would gather after work to socialize and often then pair off.
    Not that Jack had any particular problems with his social life. He was 6' 2", extremely handsome, and had a rugged, sculptured body-builder's physique. He ran five miles a day in addition to working out with weights at a local gym. He had a totally toned and buffed body as a result. Jack, in other words, was a real eye-catching, head-turning, eligible hunk. What's more, both he and the girls knew it!
    Jack was still single, but very far from celibate. His good looks, boyish charm, and social skills meant that when he walked into a room, he could pretty much have his choice of any unattached woman in the place (and probably a lot of the attached ones as well!) In fact, women regularly just threw themselves at him. Even women he had never met would try to pick him up while, say, he was riding the Lexington Avenue subway or simply walking up Fifth Avenue or down Wall Street. This astonishing desirability was a quality that he often took advantage of.
    At the same time Jack could afford to be extremely picky. As a result, he was rarely seen on weekend nights without a stunning, drop-dead gorgeous girl on his arm.
    These girls soon learned something else about Jack. He was a highly accomplished and passionate lover. Any date of Jack's who ended up in his bed, and a high percentage of them did, was going to get a loving she would never forget. Besides Jack's great technical skill as a lover, one of the reasons for his dates' pleasure was the extraordinary physical equipment Jack brought to the task. In addition to his other attributes, Jack had an amazingly huge penis. When soft, it measured a good twelve inches, and of course a lot longer when erect — an impressive fifteen inches, in fact. His cock was so long that, when soft, it almost hung down to his knees! Moreover, his dick was crowned with an exceptionally large cock head. In addition, Jack's prick was extremely, almost unbelievably thick; it was easily as big around as his wrist! It was incredible!
    When Jack's tool was stuffed into shorts or a swimming suit, women needed to take only one look at the astonishing bulge in his crotch to know that Jack was hung like a Missouri Mule! Jack spent most pool parties surrounded by a bevy of beauties who wanted to get up close and personal with that incredibly swollen bulge. Almost invariably, one of them got lucky!
    Any girl to whom Jack made love was going to enjoy extremely intense (and fantastically pleasurable) pressure on the walls of her love canal because her pussy would be absolutely stuffed full of an extremely thick cock all the way from her cunt lips down to her womb. Most girls simply went out of their heads as Jack's giant tool pounded in and out of their drenched, convulsing vaginas.
    Because Jack's cock was so unbelievably long and thick, he knew that he could not simply plunge his tool into a girl's waiting pussy without some serious preparation. It either would not go in at all or his love partner was going to be seriously injured in the process. Jack knew the importance of taking it nice and easy, especially in light of the shock most of his girl friends experienced upon their first look at his giant tool. (Upon first seeing Jack's mind-boggling cock in a full state of erection, one girl had simply shaken her head in dismay and asked to be taken home — Jack called her a cab, instead!)
    When he took a date to bed, Jack spent long periods of time eating out her pussy and plunging his fingers and then his tongue deep into her cunt. Only after she was sopping wet and really dilated was it time to even try and stick it to her.
    Once at that stage, however, Jack would slowly rotate his huge cock head against his date's swollen cunt lips. He would then slowly ease his cock head into the mouth of her pussy. At this point his date would usually get so hot she would beg him to just plunge the sucker all the way down into her cunt — and to do so immediately! Jack knew better. He would gently begin a series of mini-strokes with his hips to ease his throbbing cock, quarter-inch by quarter-inch, down, down, down into his date's drenched, slick, love canal.
    Because Jack was so virile and his dates were so beautiful, his cock was at this stage nearly as hard as tempered steel; as a result he was able to exercise total control over the rate at which his prick slowly slid down his lover's cunt. Slowly, slowly, Jack's giant shaft would gradually stretch out his lover's pussy as its gigantic head slid down her love channel. Even after he had carefully prepared his lover's pussy during the preliminaries, Jack still took about ten minutes of careful probing before his dick was even three-quarters of the way down her cunt.
    At that point, of course, he had long before hit bottom; however, with more slow, careful strokes he was able to stretch out the bottom of his lover's pussy to get all the way in. Jack was so patient and persistent that he always buried his cock all the way down; all fifteen inches always disappeared into his lovers' fantastically stretched-out cunts before the really serious love-making started.
    At this point, it would feel to his date that Jack's fully buried cock head had penetrated her stomach! She would never before have felt a cock buried so far inside her body. Never had a guy gone so deep! The combination of deep penetration and the fantastic pressure on that unbelievably stretched-out pussy caused by the extreme length and thickness of Jack's cock would drive his lovers absolutely around the bend. Many of them would experience a new orgasm on almost every fuck stroke. A lot of them were spoiled for life; no future boy friend or husband was going to be able to match Jack's combination of equipment and performance!
    On top of everything else, Jack could play mind games with himself, so that he was able to fuck for a very long time without coming. Once he had completely stretched out his lover's cunt and fully buried his giant tool deep inside her body, Jack would pick up the pace. He would start ramming his swollen, rock-hard dick all the way in and then nearly all the out of his lover's ravished pussy at almost superhuman speed. He would sometimes keep it up for an hour or more. By this time, his dates would be just drooling and almost unconscious with passion. No wonder the girls Jack bedded down kept calling back and coming by, hoping for more loving from this super-stud! Almost to a woman, none of them would ever experience a loving like the one administered by Jack Davenport!
    Nor, even, was the massive size of Jack's huge prick the only reason for his sexual prowess. Hanging under his massive tool were two incredibly big balls; they were as big as tennis balls! Girls told him they had never seen bigger ones and his love partners just loved to fondle, lick, and suck them.
    These balls were not just ornamental, either; they contained unusually generous stores of sperm which enabled Jack, when he had an orgasm, to shoot astonishing streams of hot, creamy jism for quite impressive distances, and with an amazing force. Particularly when he was horny, Jack was nearly able to hit the ceiling if he came while on his back at a time when his cock was not buried in a date's pussy or mouth. And when his spurting cock was inside either a date's cunt or her mouth, Jack knew that she would be rocked and shocked at the force with which the first long, hot rope of sperm blasted against the back of her throat or the bottom of her pussy.
    What's more, Jack was usually able to keep shooting spurt after spurt of spunk for as long as a minute or so after starting his climax! When Jack did finally come, he would simply flood out even his lover's stretched-out pussy with a serious overflow of cum. Before the orgasm was over, puddles of sperm would have gushed out of her cunt onto the bed linens! And during a blow job, few girls could swallow fast enough to keep up with Jack's prodigious eruptions of spunk.
    In addition, these huge balls helped Jack to have amazingly short recovery times after an orgasm. Often it only took Jack half an hour (depending on how much of a turn-on his ladylove of the moment happened to be, of course), to get stiff again. And, depending again on the girl, he could sometimes get it off seven or eight times a day.
    A night in bed with Jack could be real tiring (if thrilling) for a particularly beautiful, shapely, and sexy woman! The effect of an evening with Jack was indeed that many girls could never be fully satisfied again by any other man!
    When it came to girls, Jack looked for stunning facial beauty, impossibly curvy bottoms, and world-class model's legs. Intelligence, wit, and compatibility were important, too. In other words, Jack wanted it all! And he usually got it all! Given his good looks and charm, he was usually able to find girls who fit that bill and then cap the evening by fucking their eyes out.
    But as important as these attributes were, Jack's biggest sexual interest by far was in really huge but natural tits — he much preferred them to be natural — the bigger and shapelier the better. Jack's perfect date was a really shapely, slim and drop-dead gorgeous girl who was astonishingly full-figured up top. Jack considered an E-cup bra size to be somewhat on the anemic side; usually tits that were cup-size F or G — and especially above — were what he was looking for.
    At the same time, finding tits like that on slim and beautiful girls was not all that easy, even in a huge metropolitan area like New York City. As a result, Jack usually spent his love life with either amazingly beautiful and curvaceous women whose chests measured D cup or below, sometimes way below (Jack's usual company on the weekends), or with women who had much more massive chests, but who happened to be kind of heavy and often not all that pretty (Jack reserved time for them on week nights). Jack was thus getting stunning beauty and massive tits on a regular basis; it was just happening on different nights!

Chapter 2

Jack had often ruminated over why giant tits turned him on so much — he suspected it had a lot to do with the fact he had been a bottle-fed baby. As a consequence, or his theory went, he was endlessly spending his love life looking for the breast-feeding he had been denied as a baby. Since the search involved regression to an infantile state, Jack had decided after taking Psychology 101 as a sophomore at Yale, the desire had manifested itself in a highly infantile form — the bigger the better! In other words, Jack was endlessly conducting his love life by trying to compensate for his lack of breast-feeding as a baby. While Jack was only guessing as to childhood origins of his obsession with huge bosoms, of course, he sure knew what he wanted today! And he spent a lot of time satisfying that obsession!
    There was actually some demonstrative evidence for Jack's theory. As soon as he had entered puberty and began noticing such things, he found himself seriously turned on by big tits. Although he appreciated a well-turned ankle and a soft, curvy bottom as much as the next fellow, it was the sight of a huge breast straining against, let's say a tight blouse that really got his juices flowing.
    As a case in point, the Davenports had a neighbor a couple of blocks down the street who really got Jack hot and bothered every time he spotted her. Laura Larson was a housewife; her husband was a salesman who seemed to be out of town a lot. Jack guessed she was about thirty or so. On his way home from school or while riding his bike downtown, Jack often saw Mrs Larson working in the yard or sitting on her porch. Man! She had really huge, firm tits that Jack simply could not help but ogle.
    When Jack was fourteen, Mrs Larson got pregnant. After she had her baby, Jack noticed that her breasts, already huge, had become unbelievably enormous ... no, super-enormous. More than a couple of years later, they were still extraordinarily massive. Jack knew that a woman's breasts expanded during breast-feeding, but he thought they returned to their normal size soon after the baby went on the bottle. In Mrs Larson's case, however, her gigantic bosom remained unbelievably swollen even though her baby boy was now a two-year old toddler. Strange.
    Especially after her chest had become so swollen after she had her baby, Jack seriously ogled Mrs Larson every time he caught a glimpse of her. Sometimes, he was afraid he was being too obvious about it, however, she always responded with a warm smile and a wave.
    One summer day before his senior year in high school, Jack strolled past the Larson house. Lately, it seemed to him that Mrs Larson had lately been giving him the eye. Of course, Jack knew why he kept eyeing Mrs Larson; but her interest in return should not have been surprising. In the three years or so since Jack had first noticed Mrs Larson, he had changed a lot. From a gawky, fourteen-year old string bean, Jack had turned into a really handsome, 6' 1" muscular stud who was the object of admiring looks from nearly every girl in his high school.
    Jack was still a virgin, but he was going with a girl with whom he hoped to change that situation before graduation! As he passed the Larson house, Jack was wearing short running pants and a tank top; his heavily muscled body — a product of his daily workouts in the YMCA weight room — was really on display. No wonder Mrs Larson was showing a lot of interest!
    "Hi, Jack," Mrs Larson called out gaily as Jack walked by; "how are you doing, handsome?" She was sitting on the porch reading the paper. In a display of boldness that matched Mrs Larson's salutation, Jack headed for the porch to return the greeting up close and personal. After all, Jack was not above copping a peek at the two enormous bulges in Mrs Larson's blouse, especially after the suggestive warmth of such a greeting!
    "Great, Mrs Larson," Jack responded. As he got up on the porch Jack could see that Mrs Larson's giant tits were not only resting in, but actually covering up her entire lap! Jesus H. Christ! What a pair! No wonder he couldn't help from giving her the eye!
    Mrs Larson gave Jack a dazzling smile and asked him if he wouldn't like a cool drink. Jack agreed he would. "It's so hot out here," Mrs Larson declared after an almost imperceptible pause, "How about if we have it inside where it's air-conditioned."
    Jack's eyes absolutely bugged out as Mrs Larson got out of her chair. Her tits were even bigger than he had remembered. Mrs Larson was a little zaftig, a word Jack had learned in English class last semester. Her thighs were kind of plump and her rear end was a little too ample. Still, although she was not exactly beautiful, Mrs Larson did have a very pretty face and the really short skirt she was wearing was awfully sexy! Her long, dark hair was really attractive, too; it extended an inch or so past her shoulders.
    More to the point, the way her almost unbelievably huge tits were threatening to burst through the thin material of her blouse was a sight to behold! Upon second thought, Jack decided Mrs Larson was just about the right size — everywhere!
    And speaking of size ... those tits ... man alive! Jack could not believe what he was seeing. Mrs Larson's monstrously huge, almost preposterously gigantic breasts were hanging all the way down to her upper thighs. Jesus! In spite of their amazing size, Jack decided, Mrs Larson's knockers were kind of shapely. In fact, Jack was getting extremely turned on by the sight of them. Wow!
    In addition, they were so wide! They extended about half a foot on either side of her body! Shit! Unbelievable! They looked like two huge, albeit curvy, bags of cement that started just below her neck and then entirely obscured her torso. Man! The woman was all tit!
    "Sit on the couch, Jack," Mrs Larson said in a soft, warm voice. "I'll be right out with some lemonade."
    Jack and Mrs Larson were soon sitting on the living room couch, sipping lemonade and chatting. "I'm just relaxing today," Mrs Larson explained. "My husband is out of town until Friday and little Freddie — he's my 2� year old — is spending the day with my mother to give me a break from childcare duties."
    Jack accepted the offer of a second glass of lemonade. He thought he would faint at the extremely arousing sight of Mrs Larson's bosom, jiggling, bouncing, and floating as she got up and walked into the kitchen. Jesus! It seemed as if Mrs Larson had actually thrust her massive shelf of tit meat in Jack's direction as she left the sofa. Fuck! He could actually see her down-to-the-thighs tits rhythmically swaying and shaking even from the rear as the ultra-buxom mom disappeared through the kitchen door! Christ!
    When Mrs Larson came back from the kitchen it seemed to him as if she was sitting a lot closer to him on the couch than before. And her skirt was really hiked up! Her legs and thigh were a little big but, Jesus! they were kind of shapely, too
    "I should explain," she resumed after settling in, "that Freddie is giving me a lot of trouble. He's already 2�, and he just refuses to be weaned! I mean he still insists on breast-feeding! At his age! Imagine! That means that I have to carry around these two gigantic milk cans."
    As Jack looked over at Mrs Larson's chest he noticed that during her trip to the kitchen for the lemonade refills, the almost beyond-buxom young mother had unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse. A fantastic, seemingly endless amount of cleavage was on full display! Jack could feel some definite stirring in his loins. Moreover, as he looked up, he could tell that Mrs Larson had caught him looking! He felt his face turning beet red. Shit! The way Mrs Larson's stupendously mammoth tits were exploding out of her blouse was just mind-boggling!
    Mrs Larson pretended not to notice the way Jack's eyes had become riveted upon her monstrous cleavage, but did give Jack a smoldering look nonetheless. She paused, and then went on with her story. "I'm just refusing to nurse Freddie any more," she continued, "which is why he's at my mother's — it's so hard to keep saying no when he running around the house blubbering and reaching for my breasts." Jack was suddenly seized by a desire to reach for them himself!
    At this point, Mrs Larson actually hefted one of her huge monsters in Jack's direction. "I'm ready for these big things to shrink down to their normal size, thank you!" she said, as she let the massive appendage drop to her chest with an audible "plop!"
    "I can understand that, Mrs Larson," Jack responded, stammering, "but they really do look just great and all. They're just fantastic!"
    Jack paused a second to consider his next words. "And ... and ... so sexy, too!" he added with a blush.
    "That's so sweet, Jack," Mrs Larson cooed, reaching over to pat and then to squeeze Jack's knee. "But please call me Laura 'cause we've been friends for years now. Nope, they're way too big.
    "Another problem is that by cutting off little Freddie, my milk supply is really getting full. My breasts are just aching, they're so full of milk. I've been using a breast pump, but it's such a pain to use, and it doesn't do the job like nursing."
    "All this is a mystery to me," Jack responded in an increasingly shaky voice. This talk about breasts and breast-feeding was getting him really hot and bothered. "You see, I was never breast-fed at all; my mother just couldn't get up a milk supply so I went on the bottle the day I came home from the hospital."
    "You poor baby," Laura commiserated. "Breast-feeding is an important part of childhood bonding — it's so sad you missed it."
    Laura gave Jack another really sexy look, and then paused for a moment as if in deep thought. Then she looked up at Jack with a loving look in her eye. " Come over here to me, baby," she continued softly, "put your head on my breast ... come to mommy ... just rest your head on my chest. Maybe it's not too late for a little bonding!"
    Almost as if in a trance, Jack slid over until he was almost on top of Laura. She put an arm round his shoulder and gently pulled his head down to her stupendously enormous breast. As his head sank into the astonishingly full mountain of tit meat, Jack was amazed at the utter softness of the giant tit. At the same time, though, he was stunned at how firm it was�almost like an air mattress.
    As Jack rested, almost buried in Laura's mountain of tit flesh, the monstrously buxom young housewife began kneading and rubbing Jack's shoulder. The effect was to give Jack the beginning of a real hard-on — this attention was so sexy! He responded by squeezing her upper arm and nestling into the vast bulk of her enormous breast.
    "Honey," Laura breathed a bit raggedly just a few minutes later, "how would you like to have some real bonding — some of the breast-feeding you missed as a baby." Jack's already turgid cock leaped at these words. "I want you to have that experience, and, besides, my breasts are so full, so sore, so achy�it would really help me, too, baby. Precious Jack, I need some breast relief in the worst way! What do you say, sweetheart?"
    Jack had started unconsciously to rub Laura's arm in response. "That sounds so great!" he moaned. The prospect of sucking on Laura's giant tits was so exciting! Jack was almost beside himself with desire.
    The handsome young man actually started to moan as Laura unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way. Soon, Jack could see her nursing bra — it was gigantic! It had a flap at the end which Laura quickly unbuttoned. Soon Jack was staring at an absolutely massive areola — it was far bigger than even a dinner plate! Man! In the center was a red, utterly stiff nipple that was so long! Jesus!
    "Come to Mama," Laura purred, "come to my breast — it is so ready for you, darling!"
    Using both hands, Jack took the bra-clad shaft of the stupendous hooter into his trembling hands. His fully engorged cock was just throbbing! The tit was so massive that it eventually took all four of their hands to lift the nipple to Jack's mouth.
    Jack had handled a few tits in his day — mostly through a sweater or bra but occasionally through the medium of bare skin, but Christ, he had never had his hands on anything even a tenth the size of Laura's tit. Shit!
    Soon the nipple was inside Jack's hot mouth. He started passionately to suck. Almost immediately milk started gushing into his mouth. It was so warm and so sweet. There was so much of it that it was even dribbling down his chin.
    As Jack sucked and sucked, Laura had started to moan. Jack found himself squeezing and rubbing up and down the shaft of the ultra-monstrous tit as his meal continued. Then he found himself passionately licking Laura's areola to lap up the milk that had escaped his nursing lips. God! His cock was about ready to splat jism all over his shorts. He was so excited!
    The way Laura was squirming on the sofa suggested that she was getting excited, too. Suddenly, she pulled Jack's now frantically sucking mouth off her unbelievably stiff nipple with a pop.
    "You're so great, baby," she reassured him, "This is so exciting and so fulfilling! I just wanted to stop to take my bra all the way off so your mouth and hands can work on my bare skin!"
    After tossing off her blouse, Laura reached back to unhook the bra. Jesus! It seemed to have about a dozen hooks — it was so unbelievably huge! It soon was tossed onto the living floor and Jack's frantic mouth was again fastened on Laura's gushing nipple. The feel of the hot, smooth, skin of her beyond-enormous breast was almost overpowering! It was so huge but so firm!
    By now Jack's hands were roaming up and down the full length of the breast in almost a maniacal fashion; he was just out of control as he felt up the massive appendage of tit flesh! The giant tit was so super-fat, so wide, that his hands could not even begin to encircle it; instead he had his hands sort of propped up on either side of the mountain of tit flesh. He was squeezing, rubbing, mauling, manhandling, and pushing on the giant hooter with real force; at the same time his lips and mouth continued to suck away at the still-gushing nipple.
    Rivulets of milk were running down Jack's chin, chest, and stomach; they were even beginning to soak his shorts. Jack's passionate sucking had become accompanied by some erotic moaning; he was getting so hot! His occasional licking of her areola was making him even more frantic with lust!
    Jack noticed that Laura had moved her right hand down into her lap. Jesus! She was putting her hand inside her panties! Christ! She was actually playing with herself! Jack could hear slurping and sloshing sounds as Laura's fingers plunged rhythmically in and out of her drenched pussy.
    "Don't mind me, Jack," she groaned. "It's just that sometimes nursing gets me really sexually excited. And, wow, nursing a handsome young guy like you ... hmm ... baby ... . my two big needs in life are sex and being a mom ... and, precious, you're helping me fulfill both at once ... just keep on doing what you're doing, sweetheart! Don't stop now!"
    Ten minutes or so later, the nipple was only sending out dribbles of milk. Jack did not pull away, however. Instead, he returned to licking the areola and then the rest of the humungous breast. Soon, he was licking up and down the shaft, stopping from time to time to suck tit meat into his mouth. Oh, man! This was so exciting!
    As this point Laura started to shake and shudder; Jack did not know what was wrong — he hoped he wasn't hurting her!
    "Are you all right?" he asked, concern in his voice.
    Laura chucked. "I am so fine, " she responded. "Jack, you are such a sweetheart!" God! Jack almost jumped! Laura's hand had started moving down to rub his hard, flat stomach under his tank top!
    Jesus! Laura was now actually edging her hand down inside his shorts! Shit! She had actually grabbed hold of his throbbing shaft! Jack could not believe it! Jesus!
    The ultra-buxom young mother was now really moaning as she felt the amazing length and thickness of Jack's rock-hard cock.
    "Oh, baby," she moaned. "I never expected to find anything like this. It's so huge! Oh, honey! You sweet kid! Let's go upstairs so you can nurse the other breast up there. Oh, precious, are we bonding, or what! Oh, baby! I need you so bad!"

Chapter 3

As Jack released his hold on the ultra-stupendous knocker, Laura gave him a big hug. "You know, Jack, when I nurse little Freddie, we usually cuddle a little bit in between breasts. It helps with the bonding. Let me give you a hug." The young man and the mega-titted young mom caressed and hugged each other for a few minutes while relaxing on the sofa.
    "Then," Laura said in a breathy voice, "I usually give Freddie some soft kisses, just to let him know he's loved." Laura leaned over and started to plant soft kisses on Jack's cheek. "This also helps with the bonding, you know."
    Jack was starting to moan with passion. He started to kiss Laura on the cheek in return. "Then," Laura went on, a little out of breath, "I give him little kisses on the lips. He likes that a lot, and I bet you will too!"
    The unimaginably buxom housewife took Jack's face between her hands and began offering soft, lingering pecks on Jack's lips. Laura closed her eyes and her lips became slightly parted as she continued the series of soft little kisses. The young man was getting so excited that he resumed squeezing and rubbing with both hands the gigantic hanger of bare tit flesh he had just suckled.
    "This time, though," Laura said in an increasingly ragged voice, "I think we should strike out for some new territory. Oh, baby, I really need to bond with you in the worst way! Kiss me back like you mean it, precious." Laura started sensuously rubbing her pouty, generous lips against Jack's mouth. Her mouth opened wider and wider, and Jack's eager mouth quickly reciprocated. Within seconds, the couple was passionately French-kissing.
    Only a few seconds after that, their mouths had opened as wide as physically possible, and their tongues were wildly plunging in and out of each other's mouths in a frantic face-swallowing kiss. God! This kiss was so sexy; Jack had never kissed or been kissed like this before — never! By now, the two were moaning almost at the top of their lungs, and slurping sounds from their out-of-control mouths resounded throughout the small living room.
    Jack drew Laura's big upper lip into his mouth and started sucking and licking it; this made Laura moan all the louder. Then he started running his tongue in between her upper lip and gums, after which he resumed sucking on her fat lip. A minute or so later, Jack switched to wildly plunging his tongue in and out of Laura's mouth in a veritable face fuck! Next he started to passionately lick her lips like an out-of-control mongrel dog! Then he repeated the entire process with her lower lip. Jack was utterly frantic with lust and desire!
    As the kiss went on and on, Laura had pulled Jack's shorts down around his knees. The young man just kicked them off. Laura was passionately squeezing and jacking off the monstrous shaft. Jack had begun wildly rubbing and mauling the massive breast he had just sucked. Jesus! His whole hands were disappearing into the vast bulk of her bosom. It was so huge! Christ! What a turn on!
    As the couple disengaged from their twenty minute-long soul kiss, long strings of saliva stretched between their mouths; they had really just swallowed each other up! As Laura looked at Jack with consummate lust and desire, she pulled off her skirt and panties. Jack had simultaneously ripped off his tank-top, so that the two were totally nude. "Precious, where did you learn to kiss like that? That was so sexy!"
    Jack smiled. "You know, in this town kissing is usually as far as a guy can get on a date, unless you're pinned or engaged or something. This is Iowa, after all. I guess I've become pretty adept at kissing as a result!"
    Laura's look became even more smoldering. "Hmm ... you sure have, darling! But remember, you have one more breast yet to feed on, baby. Join me upstairs — we'll do it up there. Precious! This is going to be so great!" She looked at Jack with crazed lust in her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, honey, we are now totally bonded! Let's go upstairs right now and do something about it!"

Chapter 4

Jack could not believe what was happening! He had merely come up on the Larson porch to sneak a peek at some tit, only minutes later to find himself nursing and pummeling a stupendously gigantic mound of breast meat. Now he was going upstairs for, Jesus, what might be the first fuck of his life! Christ! He was so excited, so hot, so ready!
    As they turned to the stairway, Laura and Jack passionately embraced and kissed. Their tongues lashed at each other. In truth, it was hard to feast on Laura's mouth while standing up because the incredible bulk of her monstrous breasts made it hard for their mouths to come together. Their extreme size formed a formidable buffer zone of tit flesh between their bodies! But by jamming their bodies together at an angle they succeeded! Jack's tongue searched for Laura's tonsils while his hot hands roamed over her ample ass cheeks.
    As Laura started up the stairs, Jack could see from the rear her incredible balloons of tit meat freely swinging and swaying from side to side. Jesus! Laura really was a little heavy, but her milk-swollen breasts were so unfathomably enormous that by comparison her torso, butt, and legs seemed actually petite!
    Laura lay down on the edge of her bed; she was moaning with passion. The bed was unusually high. Laura had lay down so that her pussy was right at the edge of the mattress — her legs were hanging down toward the floor. Shit! Her cunt was absolutely glistening; it was soaked! Jack's cock head was getting soaked itself; he was dripping pre-cum onto the carpet!
    "Come here, precious ... stick that giant thing in my pussy ... Oh, God! Jack, baby, it's so huge! ... just be a little slow, baby, a little careful going in ... God! ... no, shit, I don't care how big it is ... I just have to have it right this second!" Laura's head was swiveling from side to side, and her chin was wet with drool. She was losing it!
    Jack took two steps forward. His cock was the consistency of granite, and his cock head was jerking and waving up around the level of his nipples! Wow! He was so stiff!
    Using both hands, Jack pushed the thick shaft down to a 45-degree angle and began rubbing his giant cock head against the lips of Laura's dripping cunt. She started to moan even louder! Jack was a rank beginner on sexual auto-pilot, but whatever he was doing seemed to be meeting with Laura's absolute approval!
    After a few seconds, though, Laura could not stand the wait. She reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of the unbelievably long, thick cock and began pulling the super-sized cock head right into her pussy. Jack was going crazy ... this was his first time ever inside a cunt ... it was so warm, so velvety ... it was so slimy and slick, too.
    Involuntarily, his hips started to pump ... God! Even though it was his first time making love, he seemed instinctively to know what to do! Within seconds, Jack was pounding his pud down, down, down into the depths of Laura's steaming, utterly dilated love canal. She then made things even more exciting by lifting up her legs and encircling them around his neck. Jesus! He was going so deep inside Laura — it felt like he was fucking her stomach!
    "Oh, honey, fuck me harder and faster ... sweetheart, you're such a talented beginner! So good, so good ... you're just doing so great, precious! Oh, lover, you're going so deep! It's unbelievable! Don't forget my other breast, though, it's so heavy with milk," Laura moaned. "Nurse it while we make love, my darling — that would make things perfect!"
    As best she could Laura lifted up the un-nursed right breast and directed it toward Jack's mouth. The eye-popping appendage was much too fat and long for Laura to handle by herself, so Jack put his hands around it as well. Within seconds the almost ridiculously obese breast, propped up by all four hands, was at Jack's mouth and he was beginning to suck on the rock-hard nipple. Milk just gushed into his mouth!
    Jack had often dreamed of making love, but never imagined it could be as exciting as this! He rammed his steel-hard cock in and out of Laura's pussy at almost superhuman speed while continuing to drain her giant knocker of its milk. His shaft was so thick that it was getting seriously rubbed and chafed by the slick, slimy, stretched-out walls of Laura's cunt. The combination of holding and sucking Laura's beyond-huge breast while feeling his tempered-steel dick plunge in and out of Laura's hot, wet, tight pussy was almost unbearably exciting.
    For her part, Laura was shaking and shuddering non-stop. "Don't worry, baby ... I'm just coming ... sweetheart, you're so exciting ... hmm ... you're just a dream ... precious! ... making love and nursing at the same time is so sexy, so satisfying ... sweetheart! ... it's never been like this for me before!
    By concentrating on his nursing, Jack was able to postpone his orgasm. By the time the milk supply began to peter out, Jack had been sucking and fucking for almost an hour. It was then that he first realized that he could fuck for prodigious periods of time without coming. It was to make him very popular with the girls in years to come!
    For her part, Laura was beside herself with lust and passion. She must have come a hundred times!
    Jack could tell that something really exciting was about to happen to him, too! And he suddenly realized it was going to happen right now!
    "Arrghh! So Good! So Great! Shit! Ugh" Jack was suddenly going wild! An unbelievably strong orgasm had taken total possession of his body! It was so thrilling! So wonderful! Jack had beaten off hundreds, maybe thousands of times, but never had an orgasm felt like this! Man! He could see why whacking off was such a poor relation to having sex. His body was shuddering and shaking as incredible, unanticipated thrills coursed through his body. He had never had feelings as strong and sustained as this in his life, never!
    "Uhh! Uh! Uhh! Shit! Argh!" After about twenty seconds of this thrilling cum, Jack could feel an unbelievably strong, urgent splat of spunk come whipping out of his cock hole. Jack had been really excited at times and once, as a high school freshman, he had actually landed a load on the bathroom ceiling! But this was so strong ... and it wouldn't stop ... the jism just kept on flowing ... splat after splat ... where was it all coming from? Shit! The orgasm wouldn't stop either — it went on and on and on! Man! Jack was going to be ruined for life ... this was going to turn him into a sex maniac for sure!
    In the meantime, Laura had started convulsing even harder. God! She was actually bellowing. "Baby, baby, fill me up ... I need your jizz, honey!" The lovers were just out of control! What an introduction to sex! Although all the milk was gone for the moment, the new lovers immediately decided to suck and fuck a second time notwithstanding!
    On that second go-around, incidentally, Laura did some of the sucking herself. In order to get the young man up and running as quickly as possible, Laura gave Jack the first blow job of his life. With his eyes rolling into the back of his head while Laura bobbed up and down on as much of the giant putz as she could get in her mouth, Jack was certain he had died and gone to heaven. It was absolutely thrilling! Jack went home that afternoon a very happy, satisfied, and considerably less innocent young man!
    After a few false starts, Laura was successful in weaning Freddie off the breast. She had considerably more difficulty with Jack; he made frequent, if covert, return trips over to Laura's house to help with the problem.
    In fact, the fact the problem was solved did not slow Jack down a bit! The frequency of the trips kept increasing to an average of five a week, and sometimes even more if Mr Larson had to make one of his week-long trip to his company's national headquarters in Philadelphia. Jack had quickly turned into an extremely, even insatiable, young man! Thank God Mr Larson was on the road so much!
    Finally, Jack had to be weaned as well, but only off Laura's milk supply. Her tits generally were still very much fair game for the randy young man! Laura's knockers gradually grew smaller; within a couple of months they had shrunk to their "small" original G-cup size. That was plenty of tit for Jack; he continued to pay clandestine but almost dangerously frequent visits to the Larson household, and Laura continued to teach him in a very detailed fashion about the ways of sexy loving. In truth, the two had become obsessed with each other's bodies.
    Around the time Jack was about to graduate, the Larsons moved out of town. Mr Larson, a great salesman if only a mediocre lover, had done so well on the road that he was promoted to district sales manager. This meant a move to Des Moines and an end to trips on the road. Laura was either going to have to teach the old boy a trick or two, or she was going to be in danger of contracting terminal horniness!
    In any case, it was going to be too dangerous to entertain visitors in her new community, since Mr Larson had loudly announced his intention to come home for lunch every day! Indeed, he suggested that he might take his morning and afternoon coffee breaks at home as well! Mr Larson, it seems, had begun to suspect he was being cuckolded, and was determined to check up on his massively buxom young wife. The neighbors, it seems, had been talking, and Mr Larson had caught a whiff of the gossip! Playtime for Laura was over!
    For his part, Jack was grateful to Laura for the months of hot loving and sensual instruction Although he continued to attribute his initial obsession with huge bosoms to infant bottle-feeding, his confirmation in that passion clearly owed a lot to Laura Larson's massive, milk-laden mega-tits.
    Although he eventually dallied with a lot of hugely buxom woman after that experience, he was not sure he had even ever seen, let alone molested, knockers as large as Laura's milk-swollen hooters. Man! Laura was unbelievable! If he hadn't been a confirmed big-tit lover before meeting her, he was sure hooked on giant hooters after his relationship with the stupendously buxom young mother had regretfully come to an end.
    Moreover, Jack was really hooked on sex in general. He would certainly take it anyway he could get it, but whenever he spotted a giant pair of tits, his libido really gave a jump-start to his huge dick! Thank you, Mommy, and thank you, Laura!

Chapter 5

The instruction Jack had received from the hands, lips, mouth, pussy, and tits of Laura Larson had transformed him from a sexual neophyte into a horny stud who really knew his way around a girl's body. Dating practices were so conservative in his home town, and the girls were so protective of their ultimate prize, however, that Jack had been unable to practice his new skills with anyone but Laura. She was a sizzling, very satisfying lover; still, it would have been nice to get into the pants of some of his female high school classmates. He especially had in mind Karen Kenar, the really buxom beauty to whom he was pinned, but who was unreasonably stingy in the favors she was willing to bestow — at least before marriage! Oh well, Jack thought to himself, it's Iowa after all!
    The result was that Jack was getting both progressively very sexually frustrated and seized with a desire, even a need, to fuck everything presentable in sight! His almost daily visits to Laura Larson had been really satisfying. Moreover, each visit seemed to make the need for an almost immediate return trip even more necessary. Now that she was gone, however, Jack's opportunities to satisfy his sexual urges had suddenly disappeared.
    The girls at school were almost to a woman highly religious and chaste. Moreover, Jack had not been able to hook up with any horny housewives to take Laura's place. As a consequence, he just grabbed, almost heedlessly, the very few opportunities that popped up, even if the offeror was, well, a whole lot less than a perfect 10!
    One day, for example, Jack happened upon a sort of scraggly, hippie-looking chick wearing jean shorts and a halter-top hitchhiking through town. He picked her up. She was very friendly. She sported a pair of droopy, barely B-cup tits, her face was a little plain and acne-scarred, and her body was, well, skinny and bony. Still, she was available, so Jack detoured into the woods and the pair made hot love in the back seat of his car.
    On another occasion Jack was stopped while walking home by a woman from Chicago who looking for directions back to her motel; she was lost. She was about 35, kind of curvy, but definitely on the wrong side of pretty. Still, when she invited Jack into her room, his horniness was so overwhelming that he promptly accepted.
    The woman, who was driving west after a divorce, was horny herself. This led to a very mutually satisfying encounter. The woman was astonished at the things this really handsome young kid, who had the most amazingly huge cock, could do to her body, and Jack found his almost out-of-control sexual thirst partially slaked — at least for a day or so!
    Jack found himself constantly on the prowl. Laura had awakened urges that he now found himself unable to satisfy. It meant that for almost every waking hour of the day, he was at least trying to cheat on Karen. Even if the meager prospects for sex in his hometown kept him unwillingly chaste, emotionally he was as unfaithful to Karen as he could possibly be.
    Although he was rarely successful in finding a lover, Jack could feel that he was becoming some sort of sexual adventurer, always looking, though usually without success, for a warm pussy in which to park his super-long, thick cock. It was getting to the point that, far from being buxom, his lovers did not even have to be all that pretty. He had started whacking off three or four times a day in addition. In his heart of hearts, Jack could tell it was time to get a grip! In fact, however, he did nothing to deal with his attitudinal problem.
    One day just after the Larsons had moved to Des Moines, Jack's luck changed radically, if only momentarily, for the better. By now a high school senior, he had found himself at the town pool just before it closed for the season staring utterly bug-eyed at a bikini-clad girl named Carol George. Carol, the soon-to-be crowned homecoming queen, was not only utterly beautiful but the possessor (as Jack found out later through some frenzied manual exploration and informal sizing of his own!) of an unbelievable 32J-19-32 figure. Even more important, Carol had a reputation as one of the very few "hot" or "fast" girls in town.
    Carol was wearing a thong bottom out of which her luscious ass cheeks had entirely spilled and a skimpy top that displayed an astonishing amount of nonstop cleavage and bulging tit flesh. Jack had seen Carol around school a lot — what guy hadn't! — and knew she was really built. They had, after all, occasionally sat next to each other in Freshman Algebra class, and he had been able stealthily to check out her already huge, albeit at the time much smaller, knockers in that venue.
    He had no idea, however, that she was this buxom. As her bikini revealed, though, Carol had just gigantic tits! They looked a lot bigger in a bikini top than they did under a blouse or sweater in the halls of Hoover High School. They were just amazing!
    Carol knew very well that Jack was lookin' and really likin' what he saw. In response, Carol had put on a subtle show of hip-squirming and chest-thrusting that literally drove Jack into such a frenzy that he ended up creaming in his swimming suit. Carol smiled and actually blew subtle kisses Jack's way every time she caught his eye. And why not, for Jack was far and away the best looking, most muscular guy in town. Given that fact, and in view of Carol's renown as a good looking, hot number, it was odd that she and Jack had somehow never before hooked up.
    The likely explanation was that Jack had been pinned for nearly three years to Karen, a real stunner herself. In fact, on the strength of her beautiful face and G-cup tits, Karen ended up being a member of Carol's homecoming court. But a hot number she was not! Instead she was a stalwart of the local Evangelical Free Church youth group. And that meant pretty much No Pre-Marital Sex! Or serious touching, either, just like almost all the other girls in town!
    The eye contact between Jack and Carol was hot and heavy; after a time the couple had simply locked eyes and hungrily and unashamedly started to visually devour each other's bodies. Carol could tell that Jack was in utter sexual agony. She loved it! She admired Jack's handsome face and his rippling muscles. She loved the enormous tent made by his raging hard-on and then got turned on by the spreading stain on the front of his swimming trunks after he had blown his huge load of spunk all over the suit. Carol decided it was definitely time to get up close and personal with this super-hunk after whom she had often lusted from afar.
    And for Jack, the lusting from afar part was absolutely true for him as well. He had often fantasized about what it would be like to be with Carol. She was so super-cute, so buxom, and (by reputation at least) so hot to trot. And now that he could see just how truly busty she really was, his tongue was almost hanging out all the way down to the swimming pool deck with desire. Even if he was going steady with Karen, he just had to figure out a way to spend some quality time with Carol. From the show she had just put on, Jack was pretty sure that Carol's mind was running in a similar groove.
    When Carol left to get dressed, she sat down at Jack's blanket to chat. She laughed inwardly as she noticed how Jack tried to squirm in order to hide the highly noticeable jizz stains that covered a widening area of his swimming suit. She had an English paper due at the end of the week and so she was going to be a naughty girl and skip school the next day to work on it.
    Jack was such a smart guy — everyone knew he was headed for the Ivy League — would he like to be naughty too and skip school himself in order to come over to her house and help her write it? (Carol's parents both worked and would be out of the house by eight.) Carol had placed a warm hand on Jack's arm, her long jet-black hair was tickling his face, and her really huge tits were lightly brushing against his stiffening nipples. Would he like to help Carol with her paper? He would indeed. Try and keep him away!

Chapter 6

Jack was at Carol's front door at 8:45 the next morning. The paper, sorry to say, had to wait for another day because by 9:00 a.m., the two high school seniors' tongues were lashing and lapping inside each other's mouths while they sat hugging and kissing on Carol's living room couch.
    Carol was wearing abbreviated short shorts out of which her super-cute buns were hanging and a tight T-shirt out of which her huge tits were threatening to explode. She had not bothered to wear a bra since she suspected Jack would be all over her tits at some point during the day anyway.
    Moments before, when Carol had given him a quick hug in the foyer, Jack had been amazed to see a pair of fat, stiff nipples sticking out of the T-shirt somewhere just above Carol's waist! He was even more amazed to see the outline of her puffy areolae against the T-shirt as well. Oh, man! What a pair of tits Carol had.
    The T-shirt was totally stretched out by two giant bulges of tit meat that started just below Carol's neck and extended to a point just below her navel. This was amazing — what a pair of tits! Carol was even more buxom than he had realized at the pool — he guessed she wore tight, constricting bras to school (and tight bikini tops to the pool) to keep her assets as well hidden as possible. But because she was bra-less under a really tight, stretched-out T-shirt, Jack could see that Carol was almost unimaginably busty — especially for a high-school girl. And there was little doubt that Carol had meant to give Jack a good look at the way her enormous bosom filled out a tight T-shirt. This show, Jack could tell, was for him!
    In other words, Jack suspected from Carol's quick hug and sexy outfit that he was at most minutes from becoming a very lucky guy. The couple sat down to look at what Carol had written so far on the assigned subject, a critique of George Eliot's Silas Marner, every high school teacher's favorite Victorian novel.
    As they examined the notebook, their bodies quickly became utterly jammed up against each other at the end of the sofa. Carol's hands liberally touched Jack's fingers, arm, and thighs as she gestured while discussing the progress she was making on the paper. Jack responded by lightly resting his hand on Carol's sleek, tan thigh.
    Within minutes, the couple's eyes had totally locked on their opposite numbers; seconds later, their wide-open mouths had slammed up against each other in a frantic, lip-grinding French kiss, and the notebook had slipped down to the floor, forgotten for the rest of the day.
    Almost immediately Jack's right hand found its way to Carol's over-packed T-shirt; his hot hand was wildly pushing, squeezing, and generally indenting the giant bulges of tit meat hidden underneath.
    After only a few minutes, Jack's hand moved under the T-shirt and began rubbing and feeling up the fantastically buxom teenager's almost unbelievable expanse of really firm, but also amazingly soft, bare, tit meat.
    Some ten minutes later, Jack had ripped the T-shirt off altogether and had one of Carol's outsized, meaty tits between his hot, eager palms. He began gently to squeeze, rub, and maul the huge appendage of tit flesh while at the same time licking and sucking on its fat, ultra-stiff nipple. Then he repeated the process with the other huge, heavy breast. Jack and Carol were at this point in their lovemaking moaning and groaning with steamy passion and unleashed desire.
    As she rubbed Jack's crotch though his thin shorts, Carol found herself caressing and squeezing the biggest, stiffest prick she had ever encountered or even dreamed of. Jesus! It was almost frighteningly huge!
    When she had invited Jack over to her house, Carol had assumed that the couple might engage in a little kissy-face and tittie-touch once the term paper was written. From the way Jack's hot hands were almost uncontrollably roaming all her body and the frantic manner in which his tongue was slipping in and out of her mouth, Carol realized — she eagerly realized — that this make-out session was going to go all the way — right away. She was about to take a real hosing from this handsome, muscular, ultra-randy, super-hung young stud. And that was just fine by her — she couldn't wait!
    By 9:30 a.m., the scene had shifted to the queen-sized bed in Carol's frilly, archetypal teen-age bedroom; after a few moments spent licking and sucking Carol's pussy, Jack's giant cock was pounding in and out of the buxom teenager's stretched-out, dripping cunt.
    The massive size of Jack's cock meant tight quarters indeed inside Carol's tight young pussy. Yet the tight fit posed no problem whatever. Jack's giant shaft slid almost effortlessly in and out of the huge-breasted young girl's dripping love canal.
    Had Jack been more reflective at this point of his life, he might have considered the physics of the matter — how could his cock barely fit inside Carol's comparatively virgin pussy but yet roar in and out with such friction-free ease? The combination of the utterly drenched and slick condition of her cunt walls along with Jack's frantic passion probably suggested the answer, but Jack was not at all into analysis — only fucking!
    The speed and force with which the super-long and almost obscenely-thick dick was getting rammed in and out of her convulsing pussy told Carol she was paying the full price for her prick-teasing of the day before at the pool. But it was a price she loved paying — she had never been loved and fucked quite like this before. As she stiffened and arched her back while being overcome by her umpteenth orgasm of the morning, Carol told herself that Jack was truly a man among boys compared to the guys with whom her high school sex life had heretofore been conducted.
    The young lovers continued to suck, caress, kiss, pet, lick, hug, rub, squeeze, touch, tongue, maul, and fuck each other until nearly 3:00 p.m. When he glanced at the clock on the dresser ("Holy shit!"), Jack decided that, to avoid suspicion on the home front, he'd better head for his house just as he would do on a normal school day.
    Carol knew she had to shower and then wash her sheets and mattress pad before her parents got home around six; the bed linens (not to mention the couple's bodies) were completely soaked and layered with astonishing amounts of cum stains and cunt juice. Jack, an especially randy and potent seventeen year-old, had powered six warm, urgent blasts of creamy sperm up Carol's hot, soaked pussy, two long ropes of warm spunk inside the almost unending cleavage between her huge mounds of tit flesh, and even had twice blasted hot columns of sticky jizz into her wet, welcoming mouth. Carol had never taken it in the mouth before — let alone swallowed a load — but with this guy, it was Anything Goes!
    Jack and Carol repeated this steamy sex romp on the QT a number of times before graduation. Carol was pinned at the time to the quarterback of the football team, a handsome young fellow who unfortunately had less than a tenth of Jack's sexual prowess, potency, and technique. Jack kept up his (mostly) sexually unrequited relationship with Karen. As a result both Carol and Jack badly needed their almost unbelievably steamy, albeit clandestine, encounters. They found them to be almost unbearably erotic and exciting.
    Jack and Carol lost contact after high school. Because his father, who taught English at the local university, came from an old New England family of which generations of male Davenports had matriculated at Yale, Jack had gone east to school and stayed there. Carol had gone to Iowa State, majored in elementary education, married a Delta Chi fraternity jock, and moved to Mason City, Iowa, first to teach and then to have babies. Jack wondered how her figure had held up, how big her tits were now after nursing a couple of kids, and what would happen if they were ever to run into each other again. He knew one thing: were she still single and as good-looking as she had been in high school, she would be just the sort of girl Jack would love to spend time with!
    Jack realized that his tenth high school reunion was just a few months off. He would definitely have to go and hope that Carol did too — perhaps the two of them could sneak off and get reacquainted. Saying "Hello again" to those 32J monsters would be a reunion indeed!

Chapter 7

Jack's almost frantic pursuit of loving, buxom or otherwise, continued at Yale College and Harvard Law School. Pickings were a little slim in both places; however, he did find that the old saw about the inverse ratio between a girl's IQ and brassiere size was not true! (On the other hand, he did find an inverse ratio between beauty and brains — at least at Yale. God! The women there were just plain ugly!) Jack managed to bed down a few really stacked, smart women in New Haven.
    He kept discovering, though, the unintended consequences that flowed from his fantastic sexual awakening at the hands of Laura Larson. Jack found it impossible, for example, to commit to a single girl; instead, he would date a girl for a while, become intimate (usually pretty quickly), and then abruptly and for no good reason move on to a greener pasture. Jack would have good, even honorable, intentions toward a girl friend of the moment, but would then see some hot babe on the street or at a party who really turned him on. Before you knew it, Jack would have dumped his present girl friend for this new find.
    The cycle, needless to say, kept repeating itself. Jack was well known in both New Haven and Cambridge as the really handsome, personable guy who could just not be pinned down for long! Many of the girls who tried were smart, beautiful, curvy, and buxom in addition to being sweet and personable. They would have made wonderful girl friends.
    Yet Jack was seized by an uncontrollable wanderlust; he just had to keep moving on! Having been awakened sexually by Laura Larson, forced to endure a subsequent period of highly frustrating, enforced celibacy, and then suddenly discovering himself awash in sexual possibilities once again, Jack found it impossible to resist temptation. If he saw a real buxom beauty, and it appeared she was unattached and available, he simply had to have her. The fact that was in the process of developing a relationship with the last girl who had caught his eye under such circumstances simply made no difference!
    Even if this growing psychological quirk was making Jack increasingly uncomfortable on some deeper, if unrealized, level, he frankly was not doing much inner examination of his urges. In fact, it was not even clear that he recognized it as a problem. After all, he was having such fun — at least in Boston. He simply kept satisfying his desires which, given his good looks and physical equipment, was easily accomplished.
    Once in law school, of course, the amazing size of the student population in the Boston area meant that Jack, who turned heads wherever he went, hardly had time to let his cock cool down before he found himself romancing (or being romanced by), yet another buxom beauty.
    Working in New York after graduation from law school and passing the bar greatly expanded Jack's pool of prospects. In his bottle-feeding-Laura Larson-Carol George-inspired pursuit of hot ultra buxom loving as a young Manhattan lawyer, Jack often spent weeknights with Wanda, an extraordinarily bosomed nineteen-year old hairdresser from Brooklyn whom he had picked up one Saturday morning in SoHo. Jack had spotted her from across the street; she and her two roommates were looking at bootleg CDs in a sidewalk vendor's display case on Broadway.
    The two girlfriends were cute enough to catch Jack's eye, but his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets when he saw Wanda. She was 5' 7", had long, curly, really thick hair that extended down to the small of her back, was wearing tight short shorts, had curvy legs that wouldn't stop, and displayed a really cute butt as well.
    But what Jack really noticed was her absolutely enormous chest. Two astonishingly full, almost unimaginably huge tatas the size of watermelons were just bulging out of her skin-tight sweater. They were so gigantic! They almost hung down to her waist! Yet they were really firm and pointy as well! No way was Jack not going to try to get something going with this massively buxom beauty!
    Jack quickly strolled across the street and was soon looking at the CDs in the same case as Wanda. The two were soon smiling at each other and flirting; in a few minutes the girl friends had gotten the message and moved down to the next vendor to leave Jack and Wanda alone to get acquainted. Things moved fast; the two new friends were soon enjoying gourmet coffee and fancy pastries just up the street at Dean and Deluca's.
    Wanda's face was a bit on the plain side but she had an absolutely stupendous 36Q-22-33 figure. At the same time, she compensated for her relatively plain looks by being sort of exotic looking — she was half Puerto Rican and half Jewish — and by having the kind of thick, succulent lips that really turned Jack on. Although Wanda was not really pretty in any conventional sense, her face was extremely sexy; from top to bottom Wanda just exuded hot, steamy sex!
    Anyway, on account of Wanda's traffic stopping body, nobody — least of all Jack — noticed her face all that much anyway. She was really curvy and slim everywhere but up top where for Jack it really mattered. Above the waist, Wanda was all tit; her revealing, tight sweater bore witness to the two luscious, gigantic mounds of tit meat hidden underneath the seriously stretched-out fabric. Her enormous tits were amazing — they were so shapely and unbelievably huge, so gigantic! Jack wanted to rub and squeeze them so badly! He just had to have them in his hands before the day was over — if possible.
    Jack was really smitten — and seriously turned on. Before the first cup of coffee had been finished Jack had asked Wanda out for the evening. Wanda had quickly said, "Yes." They spent the afternoon window-shopping on Broadway. First walking side by side, they soon began to hold hands; finally as they strolled along the street, Wanda slipped her arm inside Jack's, firmly pulling him into her gargantuan bosom. Jack's senses reeled in response to the unbelievably sensual pressure of the giant slab of tit meat.
    Wanda's breasts were so big and so firm. In response, Jack was starting to get stiff while the couple walked through the busy crowd of SoHo shoppers. Nearly every male shopper they passed in the crowd courted whiplash. Wanda's eye-popping figure, her too-big-to-be-true ultra-mounds of tit meat showcased in a really tight, bosom-hugging sweater, caused nearly every male jaw to drop and every male head to whip around for a second or even a third look after the couple had gone by.
    Jack bought Wanda a dress to get her presentably dressed for the evening; it was not easy, however, to find one that would accommodate her almost unimaginably huge Q-cup bosom yet still hug her tiny waist and cling to her super-slim, curvy hips.
    Once they were both suitably clad, Jack impressed Wanda by taking her to City Hall in TriBeCa, one of Manhattan's hottest restaurants. The giant-breasted teenage beauty had never before been wined and dined in so fashionable a setting. After dinner, they hopped into Jack's car and started to head for the Brooklyn Bridge in order to get to Wanda's apartment.
    As they waited at the first red light, however, the couple was suddenly all over each other. As soon as the car had stopped, the two had briefly looked into each other's eyes, and then fallen into a sudden clinch. Pent-up sexual feelings suddenly burst forth as the two new friends instantly found themselves madly French kissing, and wildly petting and caressing each other. Jack and Wanda had gotten so hot and bothered just being together for the day that their first embrace made them simply lose it.
    Their ultra-deep kissing turned into a wild tongue-fest as each frantically licked the other's wet, searching tongue, lips, and mouth. Jack had almost immediately begun rubbing and gently squeezing one of Wanda's fantastically firm, yet oh-so soft, almost ridiculously over-sized Q-cup lungs.
    For her part, as the wild tonguing and kissing went on and on, Wanda slipped her hand all the way down the front of Jack's loose trousers and began to rub and then slowly jerk off his really stiff, fully-engorged cock. She could not believe how long and thick it was!
    Even when the stoplight turned green, the hot new lovers kept at it, totally unaware of the light change. Only the angry New York-style honking of the cars behind them brought the new lovers back to reality. Jack couldn't remember getting so hot so fast with a girl before (though before too many months had passed that speed record was going to change!) It was definitely time to play "Hide the Salami" with Wanda. For her part, Wanda knew that they simply had to get into a bed somewhere right away and start fucking immediately or she was just going to melt all over the leather upholstery of Jack's Beemer!
    They quickly agreed that on account of her dateless roommates — likely to be ensconced in front of the TV watching Saturday Night Live — Jack's townhouse was the place to be. Both knew exactly what was going to happen when they got there! They couldn't wait!
    Jack was so hot that, while cruising the FDR, he kept the needle about fifteen miles over the limit while keeping one hand on the wheel and the other hand up Wanda's skirt to alternate between fingering her totally soaked, dripping pussy and cupping and squeezing her luscious ass cheeks.
    Wanda spent most of the ride on her knees, her body pressed up against Jack, her monstrously huge tits flattened out against the side of his body. She occupied herself by licking Jack's ear and cheek while playing with his granite-like, fifteen-inch erection. The way the two were groping and playing with each other's bodies, in conjunction with the unbelievable turn-on created by the pressure of Wanda's ultra-fat, squashed breasts against the length of his body, left Jack almost too aroused to keep his car in its lane.
    Man! What a hosing Wanda was in for. For her part, the love juice running down Wanda's thighs testified to the fact that she couldn't wait to have Jack's giant rod slamming in and out of her dripping cunt.
    Once they got to his Westchester County townhouse, the couple couldn't get up into Jack's bedroom fast enough. Once there, they could not rip the clothes off each other's bodies quickly enough. Jack especially could not get the ten hooks on Wanda's giant 36Q bra unfastened soon enough; still, before he knew it he was mashing and kneading the vast expanse of tit meat that had tumbled out of the really over-sized, made-to-order brassiere. Wanda's tits were so huge.
    Wanda's pussy was by now just dripping with cunt juice; she was so ready! When she saw Jack's jerking, throbbing cock — God! It was so thick! So long! — she started to moan," Oh, honey," she cried, "I need to have your giant dick inside me right this second. But, oh, Jesus, Jack, it's so huge! God! I hope it fits!"
    "Don't worry, honey, "Jack responded, "it will fit. We're going to make it fit because it just has to fit — we need to make love so bad!"
    Jack leaned down and began an ultra-passionate French kiss. Wanda's lips were so thick, so soft, and so cushioned. Jack's already granite-like dick got even stiffer at the feel of Wanda's super-fat lips grinding up against and crushing his own lips, and then the thrill of feeling her thrusting, stabbing tongue fill his mouth as if it were searching for his tonsils.
    As the face-swallowing kiss ended, Wanda grabbed Jack's cock with both hands — it was that thick! — and began to pull the giant cock head between her pussy lips. Of course, Jack always worried about trying to enter a girl before she was really good and ready; his prick was so thick that he could really hurt a woman if she were at all dry or tight. But Wanda was so wet, so dilated with almost disabling desire, that he slid right inside and then down her cunt.
    God! Wanda's fears were for naught; Jack didn't think he had ever slipped his super-sized salami into a girl's cunt with greater dispatch. Her cunt walls were so slimy and slick that his super-stiff cock just disappeared with astonishing ease all the way down to her womb. Lord! Wanda must have been wet, stretched-out, and ready for hours. In fact, she started convulsing with orgasms only seconds after the massive tool began seriously rubbing against the tight walls of her cunt.
    "Baby, I hope it isn't too big for you," Jack murmured.
    Wanda could hardly speak she was so excited. "Ughh ... Ughhh ... It's gigantic, honey, but it sure fits ... precious ... no problem ... just keep slamming in and out like that! Arg ... . umm!" Wanda was just beside herself as Jack's piston-like strokes buried his cock head so very deep inside Wanda's shaking, convulsing body.
    With only short recovery breaks, Wanda continued to be seized and racked by really strong orgasms for the entire length of the lovers' wild, almost out-of-control coupling.
    Within seconds after Jack had entered Wanda, the room was filled with sucking, slurping sounds as his huge tool rammed in and out of Wanda's almost liquefied pussy.
    As he fucked away, Jack reached down and grabbed one of Wanda's massive tits with two hands — it definitely took two hands to handle its stupendous size; it was just enormous! — and started to rub and knead the firm yet soft appendage. He marveled at the way his fingers disappeared so deeply into the gigantic mound of tit meat. Soon, he was alternating between sucking on its unbelievably stiff nipple and then licking — well, slobbering, actually — all over the saucer-sized areola. Then he would draw what seemed like a huge portion of tit meat into his mouth to lick and suck the unimaginably soft flesh, only to realize after emptying his mouth that he had barely made a dent in the total volume of the really-beyond huge tit. Finally, he let the gargantuan tit drop back onto Wanda's chest with a "plop" and repeated the process with the other giant breast.
    A combination of thirty minutes of tit-play and pounding his iron-like dick in and out of Wanda's now totally stretched-out, soaked, hot cunt drove Jack over the top. He began to shake and shudder almost uncontrollably as unimaginable thrills coursed though his body. After about ten seconds of this super-strong orgasm, a really urgent, long rope of jism spurted out of his cock hole and rocketed down Wanda's convulsing pussy.
    Jack knew that the force of the cum was so strong that Wanda could feel the powerful shots of sperm slam again and again up against her womb. "Oh, baby, fill me up!" she screamed.
    For his part, Jack was just lost in sexual excitement and frenzy. He had figured that sex with Wanda was, on account of her super-massive jugs, killer legs, curvy ass, super-sexy face, and thick, succulent lips, going to be really special and thrilling. But he had never counted on anything like this!
    It can be said, then, that Jack impressed Wanda with his fantastically expert sexual prowess, his giant dick, and his unbelievable virility and staying power. Wanda in turn impressed Jack with her gigantic, super-meaty tits, extremely curvy body, and her own astonishingly passionate, energetic, and accomplished lovemaking.
    In fact, most of the evening (and the next morning, too) was spent in bed, with Jack manhandling, mauling, squeezing, sucking, licking, rubbing, and fucking Wanda's giant tits. Jack was so hot and bothered that he sprayed hot, long ropes of creamy sperm up Wanda's soaked pussy on six different occasions that evening. And that didn't count the couple of times he came in her mouth and the three times he shot spunk all over her enormous tits during tit-fucks.
    And then there was the morning after, when the exchange of bodily fluids between the two hot lovers picked up just where it had left off at around four in the morning. The evening and morning has been so hot and sexy that both lovers' bodies were generously encrusted with dried sperm. And as for the bed linens — well, they were so stiff with dried love juice that they were close to requiring a glazier's truck to get them to the laundry! No doubt about it — Wanda was a fantastically sensual girl with just the kind of ultra-voluptuous body Jack was looking for in a lover. Wanda was a keeper!

Chapter 8

Still, Wanda was clearly a weekday girl, dated most often on Wednesday nights. What's more, their relationship did not really get much beyond the physical. For a very short time Wanda had envisioned herself as the future wife of a rich and prominent Wall Street lawyer. The fact Jack never once (except on their very first date), took her out on a weekend night soon put that hope to rest. Wanda told Jack that this sort of treatment made him seem arrogant; he replied that it merely meant he was being honest. The truth is, they were both right!
    Still, Jack was so handsome, his loving was so hot, and above all his cock was so long, thick, and stiff, that Wanda decided to take Jack any way she could get him. Certainly, she had no trouble whatever keeping busy on Friday and Saturday nights with other guys! With her killer legs, world-class ass, and unimaginably huge bosom, Wanda's problem was in keeping the guys from flocking around! Far from having trouble attracting men, Wanda's problem centered around figuring out how to fend them off!
    A weekend night for Jack would typically be spent with a Vogue cover girl type (sometimes the real article!), who would be incredibly curvy and stunningly beautiful but whose chest would typically be a little on the boyish side — perhaps as small as a B-cup. But Jack didn't mind; both zaftig but buxom and slim but small-chested girls were great in bed.
    Still, finding big tits, a slim body, and a beautiful face together in a single package would be better yet. As handsome and as desirable as he was, though, Jack just couldn't seem to put the package together.
    The solution to Jack's problem unexpectedly presented itself when, on a Sunday afternoon in January, an acquaintance named Jason from the gym where Jack worked out and lifted weights happened in passing to innocently notice Jack's massive prick. The two guys were showering after a workout, and had spent the time talking about their mutual passion for big tits.
    Jack was telling Jason how tough it was to find girls who could boast of stunning, drop-dead gorgeous faces, slim, curvy bodies, and really huge tits. Jason, whose momentary glimpse of Jack's soft twelve-inch cock and rugged good looks told him all he needed to know on the subject, then told his friend about the H10 Club. Jason, a really handsome guy who sported a thick ten-inch cock, was a very satisfied member himself. He thought Jack would be a natural for Club membership. Jason was right!
    The H10 Club was open to unmarried men and woman whom nature had endowed with extraordinarily massive equipment for loving. In fact, the "H" stood for the minimum bra cup size it took to qualify for female membership, and the "10" signified the penis length in inches the by-laws demanded of its male members. For the women, in other words, Club membership required really huge natural breasts that were at least H-cup size or bigger — and preferably a lot bigger. For men, it took not only a ten inch or longer prick but one that was also very thick.
    Even more important, the members had to be extremely attractive in addition to enjoying these special gifts. The women had to be both slim and beautiful, and the men tall, handsome, and muscular.
    Finally, the members had to be extremely expert and passionate lovers. In other words, the members had to be almost impossibly desirable sexual specimens.
    Men and women who qualified joined the Club because they knew they would be exposed on a regular basis to the most beautiful, built, and sexy people they could possibly imagine, even in their dreams — wet or dry! To look for people like that on your own would be time-consuming and maybe even futile. Courtesy of the Club, however, the members would be assured of getting regular loving that they would long remember from partners whose physical attributes and passion usually existed only in teen-age masturbation fantasies.
    Club social life, in other words, was strictly on a one-to-one basis (after a couple of unfortunate incidents, the Club had decreed no threesomes and above, thank you!) Accordingly, the members spent most of their Club outings in bed engaged in extremely torrid lovemaking with unbelievable physical specimens.
    One of the reasons the lovemaking was so red-hot was that all sex was uncovered, bareback loving — condoms were not required! In fact, they were proscribed!
    To keep the sex safe under these conditions, the membership had to solemnly pledge after crossing their hearts and hoping to die to avoid unsafe sex practices with non-members. Pursuant to Samuel Goldwyn's dictum that an oral promise isn't worth the paper it is written on, this pledge was backstopped by the requirement that all Club members be tested on a weekly basis for HIV and all other known, testable STDs.
    This frequent, painstaking health monitoring meant that the members could indulge in sizzling skin-to-skin loving without worrying about coming down with something that was unpleasant or even fatal. In fact, the testing program worked so well, and the membership was sufficiently careful, that no H10 member had, knock on wood, ever tested positive for any STD of any kind, let alone, gasp, for AIDS!
    Because all the members were such amazing physical specimens, it was likely that any couple matched up by the Club would get turned on to each other immediately and fall into passionate lovemaking in no time. In fact, the chances that a match would work were heightened because members were privately provided by mail with tapes of the other member with whom they had tentatively been paired by Miss Simpson (she was the Club's Plain-Jane, 50-ish Secretary who wore an A-cup bra — go figure). Miss Simpson employed her remarkable expertise and knowledge of each member's likes and dislikes to come up with winning combinations in nearly every case.
    Alternatively, the members could request a tape catalogue of the entire membership for selection purposes (new members who had yet to have a date at all, would be introduced with a series of the still photographs they had supplied with their membership applications). The tapes, needless to say, showed the other member engaged in almost unimaginably sizzling sex; thus members could audition their prospective partners before they agreed to a date. A member could see not only his proposed lover's body and looks in advance, but could see how passionately he got it on with his partner, as well.
    In fact, because the Club's love-making sessions were so passionate and eyeball-popping, members privately reviewing a particular tape had probably been unable to resist masturbating while evaluating their proposed sex partner. Thus, most of the members who arranged a date had already masturbated to a video of their partner-to-be and therefore were absolutely ready for lovemaking when they were finally introduced to their partner in the flesh.
    The only problem was that the Club's standards were so high that even around New York a member often had to travel long distances for his dates. They often had to wait long periods between dates, as well; there just were not that many people with the astonishing physical attributes required for Club membership.
    The dates the members did get, however, were so mouth-watering and memorable that the long travel and down time was viewed by the membership as absolutely worth the inconvenience. Besides, within limits, travel was fun. And most members, being the Beautiful People they were, had little trouble coming up with really hot stopgap loving in between Club dates!
    The tapes, which were always made of each love session — this was an ironclad Club rule — had another use. After being professionally edited in the Club's laboratories by skilled technicians, copies were sold overseas on the porno market in versions that were technically incompatible with U.S. video standards. These videos, therefore, could not be brought back into the U.S. to be played in the States and thus embarrass the participants.
    The tapes were almost always made of only part of a Club session. Once the taper had taped enough action for a full tape, she would pack up and leave and allow the member to continue making love in private. Much of the very hottest sex between the members, needless to say, took place after the taper had gone home! Still, the action that was captured on tape was invariably sizzling!
    In addition, the tapers were always female Club members. This gender specification was absolutely necessary to the comfort level of both the male and female members. Either would have been highly discomfited by the presence of a man. The women felt more at ease with a female doing the taping and as for the men ... well ... some of them actually got off on it!
    The requirement that these tapers be Club members as well safeguarded privacy and anonymity; in addition, the fact that all participants were Club members fostered a "we're-all-in-this-together" attitude that helped put everyone at ease.
    Because the tapes involved amazingly buxom and stunningly beautiful woman being fucked by men who were absolute hunks sporting unbelievably thick, long cocks, and since the level of passion was far beyond that encountered in the usual fuck film, the tapes brought a very high price and enjoyed impressive sales. They enjoyed particular success in Germany and the Far East — Japan was an absolute hot spot for sales.
    The profits ran the Club; in addition, leftover cash was distributed in the form of quite substantial bonuses to the membership at the end of the year. This meant that, on account of the video profits, the H10 Club was an all-expenses paid proposition, including travel to the cities where members lived, hotels to stay and/or love in, and fine restaurants for the members to enjoy while they sized each other up, got acquainted, and groped each other under the table in between courses! This was a club, in other words, in which the dues were paid to the members, not vice-versa.
    Although the H10 Club was not involved in anything that was obviously illegal — there was no defining legal authority, as Al Gore was wont to say — it did operate a bit close to the edge. Traveling cross-country for a date, for example, could have violated the Mann Act under some restrictive interpretations of that tired old statute. The very making of the tapes could have broken obscenity laws — at least in bluestocking parts of the country like Cincinnati and the Deep South. Sharing profits from the tapes could potentially even have triggered the new RICO anti-racketeering law, with its treble damage provisions! The Club found it wise, therefore, to maintain a very low profile. As a result, the Club did not advertise; its existence was disclosed by word of mouth only.
    Members were recruited in the same low-key fashion. As far as female candidates were concerned, potential members were easy to spot — they were the slim, drop-dead gorgeous babes whose tits stuck out all the way to the county line, and who tended to stop traffic when they walked down the street!
    Male candidates were harder to spot, of course, but considerably easier to recruit. Once they heard about the Club, and assuming they had the equipment to qualify, handsome, super-hung male candidates usually beat down the doors in an attempt to join up.

Chapter 9

Jack was immediately, and intuitively, enthralled by the idea of H10 membership. It meshed perfectly with his Laura Larson-awakened need for huge tits. It also matched up with his less admirable, albeit unconscious, need to fuck and then move on! The idea of sex without commitment was just perfect, he felt. Of course, if Jack had been a little more introspective at the time, he would have realized he was feeding an impulse he better would have tried to starve!
    Regardless, Jack was quickly accepted as a member. He began a sex life so intense and rewarding that could not believe it was actually happening to him. He was soon traveling on the weekends at Club expense all over the New York area (and often beyond) to make passionate love to women whose extreme buxom beauty could usually only be seen, if at all, in Score or Gent magazines or some of the more outlandish American or German ultra-tit porn movies. No girl had measured less than an L-cup, and some of them — especially those whom the Club set him up with on his occasional business trips to LA — rivaled super-buxom porno starlets like Wendy Whoppers, Lisa Lipps, Tiffany Towers, and Deena Duos for their combination of stunning but innocent beauty and astonishing mounds of tit flesh.
    Before he had joined Club, Jack had thought that Chloe Vevrier, a German big-tit model whose pictures were regularly posted on Internet news groups, had the most astonishing combination of giant tits, a slim body, and amazing facial beauty he had ever seen. The truth is that every single one of his Club dates was at least as beautiful, curvy, and ultra-buxom as Chloe. And a significant percentage of them made Chloe look like a flat-chested Plain Jane by comparison! For a giant tit-lover, the Club was heaven on earth.
    Most of his dates were amateurs, young woman who had everyday jobs to which they wore loose clothes and tight bras to keep from inciting a riot in the office or on the commuter train. They let it all hang out on Club dates, however. A few of the members were actually in show biz — at least that branch of show biz in which their giant bosoms were distinct advantages, or even requirements! In fact, one of Jack's West Coast dates was a gorgeous, slim porno starlet with what she said were 36XXX-21-34 measurements. As he grabbed handfuls of tit and rubbed and squeezed her massive chest, Jack would have guessed that 36M was more like it. She said her name was Holly Hooters — fat chance it really was! — but their lovemaking was really hot and memorable. And her tits, whatever their actual size, were exceptionally big, meaty, and firm.
    What the female Club members tended to have in common was the fact that, on account of their stunning buxom beauty, they were essentially getting hit on from morning to night. They were frankly tired of fending off the jerks that invaded their space nearly every moment of every waking day they spent out in public. These women, on other words, were just up to here with unwanted attention!
    In terms of dates and relationships, the Club offered a way to avoid the hassle, emotional and otherwise, of being so beautiful and built. These girls could engage in great sex with handsome, truly hung guys without undergoing the painful process of sorting out the jerks from the studs. After all, so often what seemed to be an example of the latter turned out in the end to be a clear case of the former!
    In short, sex without strings was the lure, and having the Club doing the actual sorting-out helped to insure a satisfying encounter. It was true that some Club dates had led to long-term relationships and even marriage. For the most part, though, Club membership was simply a way to get your brains fucked out by the man of your dreams without having to worry about whether he was going to call as he had promised.
    Club membership also solved the parallel, although much rarer, problem of dealing with dates from whom a member fervently hoped never to hear again! All dates were made though the office; thus, Miss Simpson was able to head off subsequent dates between couples where one of the parties had had quite enough of his opposite number the first time!
    In fact, follow-up dates with the same partner, while not absolutely forbidden, were generally discouraged because they tended to introduce emotional elements into what was intended to be a purely physical and sensual relationship. The rule was that the Club would arrange up to three dates between the same members. After all, there were not so many people in the US who had both the physical qualifications and the desire to join the Club that some repeat encounters were not necessary as a practical matter.
    Additional dates beyond the available three had to be privately arranged at the members' own expense. The only absolute restriction was that even off-the-books dates were permissible only if the members were still both unmarried. A breach of that rule led to a swift revocation of the offending party's membership!
    These rules all helped insure the female members' comfort level (it was assumed that aside from considerations of anonymity, the male members were not so much in need of such reassurances). For women with such stunning physical attributes, in other words, there was sometimes a lot to be said for an uncomplicated "Slam bang, thank you, Ma'am" experience! It goes without saying that woman who took that view had no trouble attracting like-minded men!
    For the male members, the lure of membership was much more basic. It was a guaranteed, unending opportunity to fuck the most beautiful and buxom women imaginable without having to get involved emotionally on a long-term basis or, worse, to have to make some sort of "commitment" in order to sample the goodies. Indeed, the Club was like a candy store of sex; and the bonbons couldn't have been sweeter. To mix metaphors, the Club was the F.A.O. Schwartz of lust; and early everything on the shelf was of an allure almost beyond the power of fantasy to anticipate.
    The truth is that Jack soon became a Club all-star, perhaps its Most Valuable Player! In fact, he suffered no down time at all; a fact that led him to suspect that he was the first choice of a high percentage of the female members. He was sure that many of them who had asked to examine the catalogue of tapes, also asked Miss Simpson to be sure and recommend which of the guys was the most handsome, hung and most accomplished lover available, please!
    Actually, from his dates' comments Jack gathered that he was just about the most handsome, hung, and accomplished lover in the group. After all, John Holmes, the fabled porno swordsman of the 1970s and 80s, measured a "modest" thirteen inches when fully stiff. Jack had him beat by a couple of inches in the length department and, Jack decided after once viewing a porno booth loop of the late Mr Holmes in action, by a substantial amount in the thickness department as well.
    Furthermore, Mr Holmes usually seemed to be only half- or three-quarters stiff when he went into action; this was decidedly not the case with Jack, who could truly be called the man of steel! In addition, Jack's sexual staying powers upped his informal Club ratings even higher!

Chapter 10

The dates he had were truly memorable. There was, for example, Barbara Laudert from Chicago. She was a stunning beauty who was in her third year of medical school at Northwestern; she was planning to do a residency in obstetrics and gynecology when she graduated. Barbara was not only very beautiful but extremely buxom as well. She hid her massive 36K tits inside a very tight bra covered in turn by a white lab coat; her fellow students were unaware of the fantastic treasures of tit meat she kept covered up.
    Barbara was a notably sensual young woman, but didn't want to get involved with her classmates — medical school was hard enough without that complication — and the academic demands placed upon her time made developing relationships with guys outside the profession simply impractical. The repeated hosings she got from Jack at the Ambassador West Hotel on North State Parkway one weekend took the edge of her horniness, that was for sure! For Barbara, the Club solved a lot of problems.
    Just for fun, Barbara had brought along a stethoscope. Jack naturally took a number of soundings of her chest. Given the gigantic size of that chest, it took quite a few soundings to gather a reasonable collection of data. And although Barbara assured Jack that the instrument was highly accurate, the tit-obsessed young man was not so sure. He insisted on supplementing the procedure by using his hands, mouth, lips, and tongue to get additional readings. The data collected by these non-mechanical means, both parties agreed, were highly accurate!
    Jack also took some additional soundings. The most satisfactory method consisted of a number of deep probes into the far reaches of Barbara's gynecological regions. Jack used an extremely hard, long, and very thick measuring stick for that purpose, and the results were exceptionally satisfactory for both the measurer and the party being measured.
    In additional to taking these repeated measurements, Jack liberally treated the area with a warm, creamy lotion. The dosage, however, was far from homeopathic. In fact, Jack and Barbara might instead be said to have OD'd on this substance, for it ended up running all over the bedclothes. Barbara was finally forced to spread thick Turkish towels all over their king-size bed to sop up the excess. Given the exceptional physical equipment Jack and Barbara brought to this encounter, it can be said that both parties left the hotel early Monday morning in an extremely satisfied mood!
    Shyness and self-consciousness about the size of their tits led other women to Club membership. Pictures of one woman — she was so shy that Jack never even got her actual name! — had been posted all over the Internet; she was listed as "TW's Girl." Actually, she was TW's former girl; she had no present boy friend at all.
    The pictures of TW's girl that had been posted modestly showed her fully (or mostly) clothed with her face fuzzed out. What the pictures did reveal was the massive size of the tits under those clothes, and the gorgeous body to which they were attached. God! Her cleavage! It was amazing!
    (Of course, the almost terminally shy young girl had no idea the pictures were going to be sent out into cyberspace; she thought they were just for the private gratification of her boyfriend on nights when they were not able to get together. She would have just died had she guessed their ultimate destination. As it was, she felt betrayed by the dirty rat, who kept on sending more and more of the pictures into web sites and newsgroups. God! When was the jerk going to run out of inventory? How many pictures had he taken, anyway?)
    The breathtaking but very shy young beauty found it extremely difficult to meet any acceptable guys because of a complex about her huge 32J bosom. Given that the young woman's face, once the fuzz was removed, was absolutely stunning, and her body super-slim and curvy almost beyond belief in light of the mammoth size of her jugs (how could a girl that slim grow lungs that big? Jack wondered), she was the target of numerous date offers (some of them quite rude!), aimed her way almost every time she stepped out of her apartment onto the sidewalk.
    Her shyness, her complex about her bosom, and her doubts about the motives of guys hitting on her (doubts that were surely justified!), led her uniformly to turn these guys down. After a time, she even invented an imaginary boyfriend as an easy excuse for saying, "No."
    The session with TW's girl was one of the most torrid Club dates Jack ever experienced. The buxom young beauty was just hotter than a firecracker! She was so ready for sex, so in need for some hot loving! After all, the more she turned down offers of dates, the more time went by, and the more progressively horny she got. By now it was nearly a year since her erstwhile boy friend had been given his walking papers, and thus nearly a year since the hot young thing had been with a man. She was so ready for love!
    The problem was that TW's girl was so shy that she hesitated even to make her first Club date. She had successfully submitted an application along with the URL for her "TW's Girl" pictures location plus a picture of her un-fuzzed face. Out of modest and shyness, however, she had simply never acted upon her fully-approved membership.
    In addition, the requirement that a third person be there to tape the lovemaking was very troublesome to her. As a result, her horniness was necessarily going to have to reach a fever pitch before, out of almost disabling need, she was going to be able to make the call to schedule a date.
    Miss Simpson could always spot a woman in real need, and was always ready to give her some special treatment that was commensurate with her situation. Accordingly, she sent along a tape of Jack getting it on with an exceptionally hot date. She could tell that this young beauty deserved some special attention for her first session! Jack was as special as it got!
    TW's girl could not believe how good-looking and hung Jack looked in the tape. In addition, she was astonished at what an accomplished lover he seemed to be. This anonymous sex was going to be the answer to her dreams! And needs!
    As a result, she was on the phone to arrange a date almost immediately. She had delayed only to finger herself into multiple orgasms as the tape rolled on in evidence of yet another awe-inspiring shower of spunk from Jack's giant cock all over the tits and face of his sizzling hot lover of the evening.
    TW's girl started to open the door for Jack before her doorbell chime had even stopped reverberating throughout her apartment. As she opened the door to let him in, her jaw fairly dropped. "God!" she whispered, "You're even more handsome than in your tapes! Honey, you're so good-looking!"
    "Ditto," Jack replied with a smile. The hugely buxom beauty was wearing a loose, 60s type dress; in the Age of Aquarius it would have been labeled a granny or peasant dress. It had a patterned bodice and skirt with Indian-style designs on the sleeves. This hippie-fashion dress was long — it extended nearly to her ankles. TW's girl wore open-toed leather sandals that well complemented her outfit.
    Notwithstanding, the dress showed off plenty! The dress featured a generous V-neck so that Jack could see about three inches or so of really remarkable cleavage. In addition, the modest dress was no match for the super-voluptuous girl's massive bosom; her big breasts formed giant mounds under the material that looked like loaves of bread. Man! Given her extremely beautiful face and gigantic tits, Jack was not concerned in the least that the dress obscured the girl's legs, thighs, and butt. After all, he had already noted from the Internet scans of TW's girl sent to him by Miss Simpson that the rest of the equipment was just super. As he examined TW's girl face to face, Jack could tell that a truly hot evening was in store!
    To Jack's momentary shock, TW's girl immediately and almost violently kicked the door shut behind Jack. As the door clicked shut, the gorgeous young woman locked eyes with Jack and moaned, "Sweetheart, I'm so ready for you."
    A second later, the buxom beauty threw herself into Jack's arms. A second after that, she had flung her wide-open mouth against Jack's and thrust a wiggling tongue deep into his mouth. God! Jack had never had a greeting this hot before on any Club date!
    As their tongues licked and lapped each other, TW's girl had started to grind her pussy against Jack's rapidly engorging cock. Jack helped her out by grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her twat hard against his monstrous love snake. Even through the dress, Jack could tell that her butt was just super!
    Somehow, the couple managed to get into the living room and onto a couch. TW's girl had jumped up, wrapped her legs around Jack's waist, and frantically urged her lover-to-be to carry her into the next room while their extremely torrid embrace went on and on.
    Jack started to cup TW girl's breasts. Jesus! They were so huge but so firm!
    The staggeringly buxom beauty had started to moan. "Fuck me, Jack," she pleaded. "Fuck me right here on the couch, right now!" The hot young thing needed a man so badly that waiting until they got to the bedroom was simply out of the question!
    Jack, whose cock was just raging on account of the sensuousness of his encounter with TW's girl, agreed that things were not going to make it into the bedroom — at least for now! He quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and skivvies.
    Jack's cock was so stiff! For a second, TW's girl's eyes got big and even wary as she surveyed its astonishing length and width. Just as Jack was beginning to figure out a strategy for prepping her cunt so as to accommodate an immediate visit from his giant meat monster, the moaning young girl simply grabbed hold of the massive shaft with both hands and pulled it all the way down her dripping snatch.
    Jesus! She was so open! Jack's wrist-thick dick just got sucked all the way into her drenched pussy. He had never before entered a girl so effortlessly — especially this soon into a date. Jack guessed, though, that he might never before have been with a girl who was so astonishingly horny and in need of such a thorough seeing-to as TW's girl.
    The giant-breasted beauty just screamed and moaned as Jack's giant dick plunged in and out of her dripping cunt. Jesus! Her hot pussy had started making sucking sounds from the very first fuck stroke. What's more, she seemed to have a new orgasm about every fifth trip taken by the stiff, giant rod down her convulsing pussy!
    The couple still had most of their clothes on. But the spontaneity of the coupling had made things so exciting! Jack lasted only about fifteen minutes, at which point he began shuddering and shaking from the onslaught of a really strong cum. Seconds later, he was rocketing hot ropes of sperm at the buxom beauty's womb. In response, she had begun to scream even louder. Jack hoped the neighbors were not home!
    The lovers smiled at each other when their mutual cums finally subsided. "I'm sorry to have put such a big make on you at the front door, honey," TW's girl smiled, "but I was just so horny! I had fixated on that tape Miss Simpson sent me for weeks; I had so hoped it was accurate. As our date got closer and closer, I got hornier and hornier just thinking about our get-together. And then when I saw you in the flesh and it turned out you had greatly exceeded my expectations. Well, honey, I had to have you right then and there!"
    "Baby," Jack responded, "that's fine with me; our sex just now was so exciting!"
    As the giant-chested young girl fluffed her long, beautiful dark hair, she smiled fondly at her lover. "Let's go back to my bedroom now, and get naked, sweetheart. Now that I've taken the edge off, it's high time the rest of our bodies got acquainted! This time, we can be a little more leisurely about it!"
    At that point, the doorbell rang; it was the taper, and she was late! Well, the upcoming Jack/TW's Girl Tape was undoubtedly going to be minus its most exciting episode! Still, for the sake of TW's girl herself, it was a good thing that her first sexual experience in the Club was with Jack and Jack alone. Now, she might be over her stage fright and could probably brazen it out in front of the video camera.
    The rest of the date—it was so exciting that the lovers stretched it out over the entire weekend — was spent mostly in TW's girl's bed. The sex was just uniformly hot — both on tape and especially off — and very frequent as well. TW's girl was so fine!
    As Jack repeatedly sucked and licked her ultra-firm yet amazingly soft down-to-the navel tits while his rock-hard monster cock drilled her soaked, convulsing pussy, he realized that a guy who was willing to practice long-term patience and tenderness with this fantastically gorgeous, sweet, smart beauty was going to end up with a real treasure. She was actually marriage material! That guy could even be him, Jack realized, except that he had too many other fish to fry — and Club members to hose!
    In fact, Jack had seriously weighed arranging another date with TW's girl but decided in the end not to do so. Frankly, she was so sweet, so beautiful, so buxom, and so sexually hot, that he was afraid that he might actually fall for her — hard! At this point, commitment was not on Jack's agenda, so he regretfully shelved his plans to hook up again with the drop-dead gorgeous, massively bosomed beauty. He'd settle for checking her out on the 'net! After all, it was not as if he was hurting for gorgeous, buxom female companionship!
    Joyce was a member with a different agenda. She was a more or less typical Philadelphia Main Line matron — except that not many soccer moms from Haverford could boast of drop-dead gorgeous good looks in combination with a jaw dropping 34L-21-32 figure. Joyce was 27; she had two small children and one large one — a stockbroker husband named Frank who strayed from the marital bed on a regular basis. Until or unless she decided to kick the jerk out, Joyce needed the loving her husband's extracurricular activity left him unable or unwilling to provide.
    Why Frank would sneak around in Center City in search of the cheapest grade of hamburger when the finest cut of prime meat was waiting for him at home was probably something it would take a psychologist to untangle. In the meantime Jack, who mercilessly rammed his stiff, long cock deep into Joyce's convulsing pussy while the lovers passionately French-kissed and hugged, decided he would not take time to analyze the situation himself. He would settle for drilling Joyce's orgasmic, soaked pussy with his gigantic shaft while mauling and sucking on her oh, so-huge tits.
    Although their lovemaking was extremely hot and satisfying, Jack decided that Joyce needed a friend as much as a lover. Frank was decidedly unsatisfactory on both counts.
    On the weekend Joyce and Jack had their tryst, Frank and the kids had driven to Pittsburgh to visit grandma and grandpa; in fact, that's why the get-together had been scheduled in the first place. The two Club members thus had the run of the house for the better part of two days.
    The first day was so hot, as Joyce got the loving she had been denied for too long. On Sunday, though, the couple spent more time talking and sharing their feelings than actually making love. Joyce seemed to enjoy both days equally.
    Even so, the sex was great on Sunday, too; as Joyce rubbed her body against Jack while tonguing his face and lips good-bye, she felt a little woozy at the passion of it all. Love, even when they were newly-married lovebirds, had never been this great with Frank! And Jack was such a nice guy, too. He actually listened to her! Amazing!
    She and Jack had become friends as well as lovers, and although they never had another date, they did work together on several taping assignments when Jack's Club activities took him to Philadelphia. Joyce was such a sweet, warm, giving person!
    Someone like Kristen was probably the most typical of members in motivation, if not necessarily in personality type. She was a university press editorial assistant in Seattle who was not only very beautiful but amazingly curvaceous as well. The curve that most interested Jack as a Club member was Kristen's up-top measurement of 34M! Each of Kristen's massive tits was bigger than her head! The couple spent a memorable weekend at Kristen's U-District townhouse fucking their brains out.
    The way Jack's fingers disappeared into the vast reaches of Kristen's mind-boggling tit meat left the him with a perpetual hard-on. Needless to say, he put that granite-like erection to good use!
    Kristen was a dedicated New-Age devotee who dabbled in eastern philosophies. Frankly, Jack doubted there were many self-help, human growth potential schemes that Kristen had not at least investigated. After browsing around Kristen's bookshelves and listening to expressions of her out-there-where-the bus-don't-run life philosophy, Jack had decided that his buxom new friend was a space cadet of the first order. For one thing, she had announced that she was the reincarnation of a courtesan in the court of Cleopatra, which is how she explained her extraordinary sexual skills.
    Oh, well, whatever the reason, Kristen could certainly make love in an almost unbelievably torrid and uninhibited fashion! If it took ancient Egyptian antecedents to inspire such a performance, well, who was Jack to complain! Kristen was really a sweet kid, too, in spite of her weirdness. And then there were those tits!
    One of Kristen's new acquisitions was a book of eastern love techniques; it was in fact its purchase at the Elliott Bay Book Store in Pioneer Square that had motivated her to arrange this particular Club date. She would have been embarrassed to explore this subject matter with one of her regular boyfriends. New blood was in order! One look at a Jack tape led to a quick call to headquarters to ask Miss Simpson to bring that man on, please!
    The techniques and positions were, frankly, amazing. Jack had only heard of about a third of them. They were fun to try, and in fact he had decided to add one or two of them to his repertoire.
    Kristen was particularly interested in a Sumatran love technique that involved getting taken up the chocolate highway. Jack had only once tried anal loving and given it up; a massive cock like his was simply too big for the job. Kristen eyed Jack's gigantic, throbbing, fully extended cock as she debated asking him to ease the giant hunk of meat up her ass. A moment's reflection convinced her that this particular lovemaking method was best put off until she had a Club date with a guy who was ... well ... a bit more modestly endowed!
    (Jack found most interesting off all a chapter in Kristen's book on the so-called Chinese basket fuck. It looked like such fun! Unfortunately, it required a large bamboo basket, lots of rope, six pulleys, and hours of assembly time. Jack regretfully put the idea aside. The weekend was too short to devote time to shopping at Home Depot for the equipment and then assembling the contraption on top of it!)
    The two lovers certainly engaged in incredibly hot and exotic sex. They tried a lot of the tried and true methods as well. The upshot was that Kristen's massive tits were absolutely encrusted with dried jism as she soul-kissed Jack good-bye at the door. In addition, as she discovered the next morning, her bosom was utterly covered with hickeys. She viewed them as hard-earned battle scars!
    Kristen actually had a very active, satisfactory sex and love life; she certainly was not wanting for male attention! It was just that from time to time she enjoyed having no-strings-attached sex with a guy so handsome and hung it made her head hurt. It was, of course, a good chance to be with a guy who was probably willing experiment with new love techniques. Jack certainly filled the bill on all counts. Actually, a majority of members probably joined out the Club of this sort of once-in-a-while, recreational motive.
    And then there was Patti! Twenty-five year-old Patti was frankly a couple of pounds or so over the Club weight limit. She was very beautiful, though, with flowing, down-to-the-small-of-the-back big blond hair. It was probably out of a bottle, but so what! Patti had sort of meaty, creamy-white shoulders, somewhat full (but firm and well-formed) thighs, slightly thick (but still shapely) legs and calves, and an ass that, although undeniably curvy, was getting just a bit broad in the beam.
    Still, this added weight was super-shapely. It was as if Patti had added her extra poundage exclusively in the form of curves so that she was actually, on account of this extra flesh, even curvier than before. Zaftig or not, it was hard for a fellow to even look at Patti without growing a serious woody!
    Rules were rules, though. The Club took its standards seriously, and so Patti was ordered to shape up! And down! After a stern warning letter from Club headquarters, Patti had recently started on a full-time Slim-Fast diet in order to get back within Club weight and measurement guidelines. She really had to drop twenty pounds — fast!
    Yet unless Patti got even heavier, it was clear that on account of her eye-popping breasts, all was forgiven! There was certainly no question about whether Patti's tits met Club measurement guidelines — they were, in fact, off the top of the chart. Patti had a massive, 40Z bosom which occupied her entire chest all the way from just below her neck down to an as-yet very thin waist — and even a bit beyond! What's more, these massive balloons were so huge that they extended at least six inches beyond her trunk on either side! Better yet, these almost incomprehensibly massive tits featured extremely large, protruding nipples that grew out of dark areolae that were nearly the size of pie pans!
    The truth is that these piles of tit meat were so gigantic that some guys suspected that Patti's acknowledged 40Z-cup size was actually an understatement. On account of her weight problems, the theory went, the super-voluptuous girl was probably embarrassed to own up to an even more massive (but more accurate) cup size!
    In spite of their extreme size and heaviness, Patti's gigantic mounds of tit meat were remarkably firm; they jutted out from her chest with nary a hint of sagging. Patti was built a little like Suzie Sparks, a fabled big-tit video star of the 90s; however, her tits were considerably bigger, while her body was not quite as generous as Suzie's. Jack was convinced that Patti was a lot shapelier than Suzie was as well. Because Patti was a fantastically passionate lover who could love a guy with her tits in ways Jack had never even imagined possible until he had experienced it for himself, he made Patti one of his few repeat customers.
    For a tit-man like Jack, Patti was a dream come true. Indeed, the first time he met Patti he was just blown away; it had been years — perhaps since his dalliance with Laura Larson — since he had seen a gal who was that voluptuous, whose tits were so massive!
    Patti wore an exceedingly insubstantial ribbed white dress that absolutely showcased her monstrously huge tits. The dress was totally inconsistent with a bra or panties; Patti was obviously wearing the dress and the dress only.
    The dress looked like the fancy version of a man's sleeveless undershirt. Hell! It might once have been a man's sleeveless undershirt, for all Jack knew! It was very skimpy and revealed cleavage of — Jesus! — at least a foot in length! As a result, Patti's absolutely gigantic bosom was just hanging out of the dress. Fuck! Her massive 40Z hooters actually hung down — Jesus Christ! — below her waist. What a sight!
    The hem of the dress was, well, way up to here — and considerably beyond! It covered only some of her pubic hair and only the northern hemispheres of her ass cheeks; as a result it was a near thing as to which was closer to the ground — Patti's hemline or her nipples! It's true her ass and thighs were a just little big, but — no doubt about it — one look at Patti in that dress was enough to get any fellow's juices flowing!
    Jack's jaw just dropped at this sight when Patti opened the door to her apartment. The girl was not only stunningly beautiful and almost unimaginably buxom but super-sexy as well. She positively exuded sex from every pore of her body. Jesus! Jack could almost smell the feral odor of sex from five feet away! What a piece of ass! Jack quickly closed the door behind him. It was time to get to work!
    This exposure to Patti's gorgeous face, her ultra-voluptuous body, and that fantastic dress led to the immediate engorgement of Jack's cock. Jack couldn't believe it; within seconds, he was absolutely stiff! The incredibly buxom young beauty had really pushed his buttons!
    For her part, Patti was well aware of the effect of the dress on guys; after all, it has been chosen especially for that purpose! Originally, the hemline had extended to the bottom of her ass cheeks but after twirling around in front of a mirror, Patti decided that for purposes of getting her Club dates hot and bothered, several additional inches had to be chopped off the garment.
    As she examined herself in the mirror, Patti had experimented by moving the hemline up and down her body. Ultimately, she decided that altering the length of the dress so that half of her super-round ass cheeks and a generous amount of her pubic hair were on display was just what the doctor ordered! Drs Masters and Johnson, that is!
    Patti even went so far, after washing her hair in preparation for a date, to shampoo, condition, and brush her pubic hair; she wanted her guys to be really blown away by the sight! She had even thought of tying ribbons in her pubic hair but discarded the idea as being, well, a bit much — even for Patti!
    The tits that were hanging out of that almost nonexistent white dress were just gigantic! The extreme shortness of the dress meant that the points at which Patti's long, stiff nipples punctuated the garment were actually below her hemline! Jesus Christ!
    If Jack was blown away by his first sight of Patti in the flesh, his date was no less pleased. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she took Jack's measure. "You are one serious hunk, baby! Speaking of which," she went on with a smile, "that hunk of meat that's bulging out of your crotch seems to be growing — and fast, too! Does that mean you might come in and stay a while, honey?"
    Patti was just pure sex! Her long, golden hair, the tiny white dress, and her creamy skin were absolutely intoxicating. The way she stood in the foyer arching her back in order to thrust her gigantic breasts in Jack's direction was almost too much to bear. Jack wanted to ravish this sizzling piece of ass right on the spot!
    Patti walked up to Jack. She gave him a saucy smile and sensuously licked her lips. "I think you like what you see, baby," she whispered. "I know I sure do!"
    Patti then leaned in to push a massive breast against Jack's body. The tit was so huge and hung so low that it pressed heavily against his raging cock. Wow! Jack reached behind the giant-breasted beauty and began to caress her voluptuous rump.
    "Oh, honey, I like the way you get right down to business." Patti was fairly purring with sexual anticipation. "Let's go over to the couch and sit down. I've made us a couple of drinks for us to get acquainted with."
    "Baby," Jack moaned in response, "you are so hot!"
    Patti gave Jack a smoldering look in return. "Precious, you're going to find that I'm a lot hotter than I look! Let's get over to the couch so you can find out for yourself first hand!"
    As the couple headed for the couch, their bodies were utterly jammed up against each other. Jack's hands went to work. His left hand continue to cup Patti's generous ass cheek while his right hand began to trace a journey up and down her outrageously huge left tit.
    It was a long trip from the beginning of Patti's cleavage just below her neck to the base of her gigantic tit down around her pubic area. Jack was sure that the dress, as insubstantial as it was, still held up Patti's bosom to some minor extent. Still, her tits definitely hung down well below her waist even when trapped inside the tiny little dress. Jack was sure that Patti's massive tits would, when unfettered, extend all the way to her upper thigh! Jesus! Patti seemed to be every bit as buxom as Laura Larson, his historical standard for assessing chest size.
    As his hand reached Patti's nipple, Jack reached in between the two giant tits and gently stroked Patti's bush. God! It was just soaked! Patti was plainly ready for some serious, extended loving!
    Patti was softly moaning. She reached down and took hold of Jack's throbbing, thrusting boner. "Oh, sweetheart," she gasped as she fondled the giant member. "you are so huge, so stiff! I've never seen a guy get so hard so fast!"
    As they got to the couch, Jack and Patti began loudly to groan with passion and need. As the lovers' bodies descended onto the soft leather cushions, their hands frantically explored their remarkable physiques on the way down.
    As promised, there were get-acquainted gin and tonics on the coffee table in front of the couch. Alas! The drinks never got sipped; at the end of the weekend the glasses still rested on their coasters, untouched. Although their friendship was hardly more than two minutes old, the super-hung lawyer and his shockingly ripe date were well past the point of having to get acquainted!
    Patti and Jack were passionately and torridly hugging and kissing before their butts had hit the couch cushions. In fact, Jack was so hot and bothered that his hands and mouth were all over the incomprehensibly buxom woman even before his body had settled in on the overstuffed sofa.
    In the course of that first, face-swallowing kiss, Patti's gigantic jugs just spilled out of her dress from the sheer effect of gravity. With trembling hands, Jack was instantly all over them. Seconds later, and necessarily using both hands, he was rubbing and squeezing one of those stupendously giant shafts of flesh while nursing a super-stiff, elongated nipple.
    Jack then lifted his mouth from the base of Patti's tit — it was so gigantic it gave the word "massive" a bad name! — and began another incomprehensibly passionate French kiss with his ultra-hot lover. Patti's mouth was open to the breaking point and spit flowed freely from mouth to mouth as their tongues frantically searched and licked. The kissing was so passionate that it was beginning to make loud, slurping sounds!
    As the kiss went on and on, Jack buried his right hand in Patti's oversized left tit. It was so huge! Jesus! Jack's squeezing hand was actually getting lost inside the vast expanse of soft yet firm tit meat. Fuck! How could a tit be this big?
    Jack suddenly got a very weird feeling in his groin. It felt very warm all of a sudden; in addition, his throbbing cock seemed to be actually buzzing! What on earth? Jack suddenly realized that he had gotten so hot and bothered from looking at, touching, kissing, and then finally feeling up Patti that he was experiencing a spontaneous ejaculation! Jesus!
    Patti sensed Jack's sudden preoccupation and pulled back. On account of her stunning face, extremely lush body, and almost inconceivably huge bosom, she was used to such occurrences! Patti smiled as she looked down and spotted the spreading stain all over the front of Jack's trousers.
    "Don't worry about that, honey," she assured her lover, "that happens to guys all the time when they make out with me. I take it as a compliment."
    Patti then leaned over to give Jack an ultra-passionate soul kiss. "And especially don't worry about where we go from here," she added after pulling her wide-open mouth off of Jack's and giving his cheek several lazy, wet licks. Patti had started to ease down the zipper on Jack's stained and sticky trousers. "We'll have you up and running in no time at all, precious!"
    And she did! Jack's premature release was a mere bump in the road! It was no wonder that Jack stayed in service most of the weekend, because Patti was simply the best! Slim-Fast or not, Patti could count on a steady diet of giant genitals for the foreseeable future!
    Without exception, the love Jack made with these Club members was much more passionate than even that he had enjoyed with long-term girl friends with whom he had gone before becoming a Club member. The fact that every lover Jack encountered was the sort of physical specimen of whom people dream (but rarely even see in person, let alone make love to!), meant that sexually he ended up just absolutely super-excited every time had a date with a Club member.
    No wonder Jack's old girl friends found him unavailable for lovemaking these days (except for Wanda — her fantastically huge tits and almost unbelievably passionate love-making made her a continuing Wednesday night regular). Jack had taken up residence in a sexual Garden of Eden, and the only snake in sight spent its time plunging in and out of the hottest pussies anywhere!

Part Two: Jenny

Chapter 11

Except for Wanda, or the very occasional pick-up of an unexpectedly encountered super-buxom beauty at the airport, in a bar, or even on the street (and his standards were really sky-high these days!), Jack's love life soon became made up entirely of Club affairs.
    Had he been more into self-examination at this point in his life, Jack would have realized that his enthusiastic participation in Club life had solidified unfortunate impulses that had been nurtured during the sexually lean period after Laura Larson had moved out of town. For Jack, given his notable good looks, charming personality, and sexual equipment and prowess, there were at every hand fantastically buxom and beautiful women available for the plucking. He reacted like the rich man who had been raised in poverty and hunger; he could not stop gorging himself at every meal! And between meals, too!
    Every time the Club called about a new prospect for a date, Jack immediately said, "Yes!" In fact, he had turned into a guy who could not say, "No!" Except, of course, to long-term commitments!
    A very notable exception to Jack's Club-only social whirl was a fantastically stacked, ravishingly beautiful nineteen-year old girl from England named Jenny whom Jack met at JFK Airport one June night while he was trying to get a cab into town.
    Jenny was in the city, Jack found out, to film some R-rated big tit loops. She was certainly qualified for the role — as Jack discovered later very much first hand — because of her super busty and curvy 32K-21-32 figure. Jack had flown in from Dallas after a very busy — and utterly sexless — week of taking legal depositions from the plaintiffs in a big products liability case. He was at the cab stand trying to snag a taxi to Grand Central Station so he could catch a Metro-North train home to White Plains.
    As was typical for a Friday night, the cab stand was empty, and travelers were frantically trying to flag down the few cabs that drove by. While attempting to get one for himself, Jack noticed a sudden swirl of golden hair out of the corner of his eye. It belonged to an absolutely gorgeous young girl who had just walked out of the terminal onto the sidewalk with her luggage. She had a puzzled, uncertain look on her very beautiful face as she watched the traffic whiz by.
    Jack immediately noticed that this extraordinary beauty was not only amazingly gorgeous but fantastically buxom as well. And it was not just the sheer size of the girl's bosom that drew Jack's eyes like a magnet. Her oversized tits were not only extremely well-formed but they also jutted way out from her chest, almost like the prow on a ship. She was also wearing a very short mini-skirt that displayed lots of really sexy thigh and leg. Needless to say, Jack walked over to her side in a flash.
    "Hi! I'm Jack — Jack Davenport. You look overwhelmed by this Friday night traffic," Jack began, "can I help?" "Thanks," she replied in an charming, cut-glass Oxbridge accent, "my name's Jennifer Clark — Jenny will do fine. I just flew in from London — it's my first trip to the States — and I can't seem to get a cab for the life of me!" The two briefly then shook hands.
    "Tell you what," Jack responded, "this is my town; let me get one for both of us and we can ride into the city together. How's that sound?"
    Jenny accepted his offer to share a cab into town with a warm, sexy smile. Jack then undertook the monumental task of actually finding one. In between unsuccessful gestures at passing cabs, Jack and Jenny would share warm glances and smiles. "Shit," Jack thought, "I may have really fallen into something here."
    Jack, whose antennae were finely attuned to such signs, could tell that Jenny was looking at him with real sexual interest. "God, those tits!" he thought to himself, "could I end up getting my hands and mouth all over those monsters tonight?"
    Jenny was certainly an unbelievable babe. She seemed to be about 5' 6" in height and appeared to weigh no more than about 110 pounds, except that in the case of really massively-titted girls from the Club, Jack had discovered that even the slim ones usually weighed a lot more than their curvy legs and trim butts would have suggested. Jenny had an ultra-lovely, drop-dead gorgeous face that featured warm, flashing, intelligent, bright blue eyes, a cute button nose, a very delicate facial bone structure, and ever-so-tempting, generous, luscious, and really kissable lips. Her complexion was creamy white and utterly flawless.
    Jenny's abundantly thick mane of golden hair was long, straight, silken, and full; it extended at least four or five inches below her shoulders. Jack couldn't recall ever seeing a more beautiful girl in his life — and that included his experiences with both Vogue-type and H10 Club women!
    Jenny was wearing a tight, white, buttoned blouse through which her mammoth, but really firm, round, and almost torpedo-like breasts, noticeably protruded. They filled up her entire chest to just above her navel. Through the Club, Jack had certainly seen (and handled!) busts that were much larger in volume, but Jenny's jugs were plenty big enough; moreover, because she had a very small back and a super-slim, petite frame, Jenny's knockers looked proportionately extra-large for her size. The fact her super-boobs were also fantastically firm, jutting straight out from her body as if gravity had taken a holiday, also helped to make Jenny's figure a real traffic-stopper.
    As Jack's eyes subtly roamed southward, he noted Jenny's tiny waist and then, provocatively flaring just below, her really sexy, eye-grabbing ass. The fact her micro-mini skirt covered not much more than her super-rounded, oh-so-firm fanny made it hard for Jack to keep from growing a boner right on the spot. The truth was that Jack didn't think he had ever seen a more curvy and luscious rear end in his life. It was almost too shapely to believe.
    And then there were her legs! They were so shapely and curvy. Given her fantastically buxom and curvaceous beauty, it was not surprising that guys who waiting outside the terminal for rides home were almost getting whiplash from snapping around to stare, absolutely goggle-eyed, at Jenny as they walked by — they simply could not believe what they were seeing. But she seemed only to have eyes for Jack.
    When they finally got a cab, Jack and Jenny settled into the back seat to chat. Jack's breathing started to get a little ragged as he noticed Jenny's really short skirt ride all the way up to the top of her thigh as she sat down less than a foot away. When she crossed her super-model's legs to expose even more thigh, Jack thought he was going to bust his nut! The eye-popping sight of nearly all of Jenny's luscious thigh at so close a proximity was highly unsettling.
    As the couple talked about the respective virtues of London and New York, Jack and Jenny's eyes had frankly begun to devour each other. As usual in a New York taxi, the cabby, the native of some former Asian Soviet Republic (what else?), was driving like a maniac. Jack and Jenny were unexpectedly thrown against each other as the driver screeched around a corner as he left the airport. Jenny hesitated just a second or two, her soft hip and lush breast mashed up against Jack. She then smiled, and then moved back toward her original side of the cab — but about three inches closer to Jack than before. "God!" she laughed, "my friends warned me about New York cab drivers!"
    About five minutes later a quick lane change on the expressway threw the couple together again. This time Jenny didn't move at all for about thirty seconds. Instead, she put her hand on Jack's chest for a moment, looked warmly into his eyes, and said, "Golly, this guy is really trying to bring us together, isn't he?"
    "That sounds like a wonderful idea to me," Jack responded with a warm smile, as he gently, tentatively, and momentarily placed the palm of his warm hand on the top of Jenny's bare thigh just below the hem of her ridiculously short skirt.
    Jack noticed that Jenny had started breathing a little harder at his touch. At the same time, she looked slightly embarrassed at this sudden proximity and physical contact, and so she moved away — but only a couple of inches to Jack's left this time.
    After the third such encounter — it took place when the driver tried to switch toll booth lanes at the very last minute — Jenny did not move back to her side at all, but just stayed squashed up against Jack. "Why fight it," she giggled, as the two new friends rode on toward the city, now sitting almost on top of each other.
    Jack and Jenny were soon holding hands; before long, Jack was again resting his now-hot, eager hand on top of Jenny's luscious thigh to stay. "My goodness," she said, "I don't think I've ever made a new friend so fast. But you were so sweet to get me a cab. And you're so handsome too, Jack," she added with a twinkle, leaning up to give Jack a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.
    Jack then took his hand from her thigh and put it around her waist." You're so very beautiful, Jenny, and so smart and nice, too," he responded, "I'm really glad we ran into each other."
    He leaned down and gave Jenny a quick, soft peck on the lips; she responded by softly (if barely) kissing him back. Next, she affectionately touched his cheek lightly with her hand, and then gazed intently at Jack's face with shining and smiling eyes.
    The magnetism between the couple was really getting overpowering. Jenny and Jack were now unabashedly and lustily just staring deep into each other's eyes. After a few moments, Jack leaned down and gave Jenny a second, somewhat firmer and slightly longer kiss. This time Jenny's succulent lips were slightly parted; she even rubbed them a bit against Jack's as she answered his kiss.
    After breaking this tender five second kiss, the couple again gazed expectantly into each other's eyes. "Good grief," Jenny breathed softly, resting her head on Jack's shoulder, "I've never had anything like this happen so quickly to me before. I'm not even sure it's a good idea. Especially in a taxi! And so soon! But, Jack, you're so sweet and handsome and muscled and nice and ..."
    In midst of that sentence, Jack gently placed his hand behind Jenny's head, pulled her face slowly toward his mouth, and passionately greeted her parted lips with his half-open mouth and tongue. Jesus! He had never gotten so turned on by a girl in so short a time as this in his life — it made his experience with Wanda look like a stately courtship! And Jenny was acting as if that was true for her as well!
    The couple immediately started wildly French-kissing; soon, they had even begun frantically to paw each other's bodies as their tongues plunged rhythmically in and out of each other's mouths.
    Jack didn't think he had ever seen such gorgeous, golden thighs on a girl. His right hand wildly rubbed and caressed them. Jenny did not seem to object — on the contrary, her kisses were becoming even more passionate the more intimately she was being petted and kissed.
    In response, Jack moved his squeezing, caressing hands to the side of her thighs and then to the bottom of her upper leg just below the erotic swell of her fantastic buttocks. Jenny thrilled Jack when, almost instinctively, she lifted up her butt a bit to give Jack better access to her hot, warm flesh. Jack soon found his hand groping sensually up and under Jenny's bunched-up skirt; then, his fingers moved decisively under the bottom hem of her tiny panties to start cupping and squeezing her really remarkable ass cheeks.
    Jenny was getting unbelievably hot. Her pussy was already so sopping wet that she was afraid she would melt. At the least, she was sure she was going to leave a huge wet spot on the seat of the taxi. Jack was so sexy and so wonderful; Jenny had never in her life gotten turned on so quickly and so totally by any guy.
    "Oh, honey," Jenny moaned, "I can't believe were getting so friendly with each other so awfully soon. Hmm, but don't stop quite yet, Jack!" By now, Jenny was up on her knees hugging and kissing Jack so that he could rub and caress the full length of her thighs at will — and of course her mind-boggling ass as well. Jack's hands were working ceaselessly on both ass cheeks as the couple's French kisses — which by now had become really wet and even noisy — went on and on.
    As they kissed, hugged, and petted, Jack could see the driver covertly eyeing them through his rear-view mirror. From the way his body was rhythmically moving, Jack was sure that the hack had started beating off while he drove, lusting at the sight of Jack and Jenny loving each other up in the back seat.
    By now, the attraction between the couple was so powerful that they continued their passionate hugging and kissing even while stuck in the cross-town traffic en route to Jenny's midtown hotel. By this time Jack was gently but unashamedly cupping and squeezing Jenny's mammoth tits while thrusting his out-of-control tongue down her throat.
    There was just no way Jenny was going to say "good-bye, Jack, thanks for the ride," when they got to her hotel. Instead, Jack and Jenny eagerly agreed between hugs and kisses to detour to Jack's townhouse in Westchester County, where the new friends and certain lovers-to-be knew they would spend a sexually crazed evening of passionate kissing, touching, caressing, rubbing, sucking, licking, and fucking. Jack knew in his heart (or was it his groin?), that sometime that evening, Jenny would be calling the Wyndham Hotel on west 58^th Street to cancel her reservations for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights!

Chapter 12

In about forty minutes the cab arrived at Jack's townhouse. The JFK-midtown-Westchester County routing added up to a $110 taxi fare. Jack, who felt the driver should have paid them for the free sex show emanating from the back seat, gave him $130 notwithstanding. In response, the driver smirked knowingly at Jack as he got out of the back seat.
    A moment later, Jenny started to get out of the cab. The driver lecherously watched her tiny skirt ride almost up to her crotch as she slowly eased her feet down to the pavement. She exposed nearly all of her bare, luscious thigh in the process. The cabby's jaw actually dropped at this super-sexy sight.
    The driver then stared goggle-eyed in disbelief at the sight of Jenny's so-big tits straining against her tight blouse as she straightened up and arched her back to complete her exit from the cab. The driver's eyes looked as if they were about ready to pop right out of his head right onto the pavement.
    Jack, who had watched this almost impossibly sensual display of curves himself with growing lust, knew just how the cabby felt. After all, both men knew Jenny was just an unimaginably luscious piece of ass. The difference was that Jack felt pretty sure he was about to do something about it in ways the cabby could perhaps not even imagine!
    Jack's town house was frankly dull and generic, its furnishings just about as plain vanilla as an unimaginative bachelor's pad could be. The place was super clean (thanks to a compulsive Eastern European cleaning lady) but, because Jack was out of town so often for either business or love, it had an un-lived-in look. Jack had carried in the couple's suitcases and set them in the vestibule; it might, he thought, be a bit much to take them up to the master bedroom at this point. "Nice place, Jack," Jenny said.
    "Nope — it's plain and boring," Jack replied, "or at least it was until you walked in."
    Jenny rolled her eyes and groaned but moved very close to Jack. "What a bullshit artist you are," she groaned, "but I do want to thank you so very much for rescuing me at JFK. You're so sweet."
    With that, Jenny slowly rubbed her hands up and down on Jack's chest.
    Jack put his arm around her waist to gently pull her closer, while at the same time stroking her so-sexy long blonde hair. "It's true," Jack said to himself, "gentlemen do prefer blondes" — except that he was not sure that the utter ravishing he had planned for Jenny would be on the agenda of any true gentleman. At least on a first date!
    Jenny's super-melon breasts had started pushing with disturbing pressure into Jack's chest. In response his soft prick (twelve inches at rest) rapidly moved back into its fifteen-inch firing position. Jenny was getting him so hot and bothered! "God," Jack said to himself, "Jenny is hotter, sexier and more beautiful than even the women I've met through the Club." He couldn't wait to start making some serious love to this luscious young, blonde, super-buxom beauty.
    Jenny stretched up on her tiptoes to lift her wet, hungry lips up toward Jack's waiting mouth. "Thanks for everything, Jack," Jenny breathed raggedly, "you're so wonderful." The couple's mouths prepared passionately to clamp together for a soul kiss they would long remember. "But I can't believe that I'm standing here, hugging and kissing a guy I hadn't even met two hours ago," Jenny added.
    That was the end of the conversation, for Jack and Jenny just melted into each other. Almost immediately, their tongues were wildly seeking out every crevice of each other's mouths. Jack crazily grazed his hot hands over Jenny's super short skirt in order to feel up her super-curvy ass once again.
    Then, he moved down a few inches, reached up and under her skirt, and deftly slipped his hot, hungry hands inside her skimpy, tight panties. Jack was soon cupping and squeezing the bare flesh of Jenny's unbelievable ass cheeks as the lovers both moaned, wildly licking the insides of their mouths.
    After a few minutes of these hot embraces and soul kisses, Jenny broke away, saying, "Oh, Jack, let's go upstairs to your bedroom; I'm so hot to make love with you right now! But remember, I've got to be at the studio by nine in the morning."
    "No problem, sweetheart," Jack responded. "I can't promise you any sleep — but I'll have you on their doorstep at 9:00 a.m. sharp."
    Jack reached down, scooped Jenny up in his arms, and carried her up the stairs. They soon were in his bedroom, which featured as its centerpiece a king sized bed. Jack gently placed Jenny onto this oft-used sexual playground.
    As Jenny looked on dreamily, Jack hurriedly took off his clothes and threw them in a chair. He was so hot; he wanted to feel Jenny's cool, sexy skin pressed against his own without further delay.
    When Jack had stripped down to his jockey shorts, Jenny's eyes widened as she saw the monstrously long and thick bulge in his underpants. Jack reached in, worked his rod around (it was really tough to get his underpants off when he was stiff), and managed to pull off the already pre-cum-stained skivvies.
    "My God," Jenny said, "look at that long hose on you — you're hung like a mule! What am I getting myself into here?"
    "It's what's going to be getting into you," Jack smiled in return, "and soon," he laughed.
    Jack then got a serious look on his face. "Don't worry, honey," he assured Jenny, "I'll make sure you're really wide-open and ready before I slip inside of you."
    He then crawled onto the bed and, after a long full-body embrace and a series of soul kisses with Jenny, started to take off her clothes. The micro-mini skirt — there was practically nothing to it — was soon off, and the next-to-invisible bikini panties followed within seconds. Then, accompanied by a generous amount of rubbing, squeezing, and kneading, Jack started to unbutton Jenny's blouse.
    "Are your fingers working OK?," Jenny laughed, as Jack's hands squeezed and kneaded her huge tits for minutes at a time while pretending to be too clumsy to handle the next button that needed to be unfastened.
    "God," Jack moaned, "your tits are so big and firm and round. What size bra do you wear?"
    "A 32K," Jenny replied. "I can find the K part easily enough, 'cause a lot of fat old woman have tits that big. But the 32 part is hard to get, 'cause not many girls have an K cup along with a 32" back; it takes a lot of shopping to find one. I guess that's why they hired me to make those movies tomorrow," she giggled.
    "God," Jack continued, "they're just so huge and great."
    "They are huge," Jenny admitted. "Too huge. My breasts started to develop all of a sudden when I was twelve and they were fully developed by the time I was sixteen! I had been going to a co-educational Church of England day school near our home in Winchester, but by the time I was thirteen and up to an E-cup bra, the boys in the school were hooting at me in class, following me around school corridors, and inflicting other miscellaneous indignities. I was becoming deeply embarrassed and even ashamed on account of the size of my bosom. My parents pulled me out of that school and, although we could hardly afford it, sent me to an all-girl public school in Wiltshire. Thank goodness for full scholarships!"
    "I know what you mean," agreed Jack, who had gone through both Yale College and Harvard Law School on full scholarships himself.
    "Things went much better after that," Jenny continued, "except for Saturday afternoons when we girls were allowed to go into the village to buy sweets and go to the cinema. I became the center of attraction, as you might imagine! By that time, I measured 30J and was awfully self-conscious about my bosom."
    "I can well imagine," Jack sympathized. Of course, he was thinking about Carol George and TW's Girl, both of whom sported 32J sets of lungs. Not that Carol or even TW's girl, as gorgeous as those beauties were, could hold a candle to Jenny's fantastic good looks! Still, he remembered well the unbelievable thrill of handling those girls' massive goodies; it made it eager indeed to do the same to Jenny's bare bosom right now!
    "The boys from the village and after a while even the boys from another nearby public school started to hang around the High Street in order to get a glimpse of me." Jenny went on. "I guess I had become famous in the boys' dormitory! That was very hard for a young girl to deal with, except that my classmates helped by walking with me and telling the guys to get a life and stop bothering me!"
    "That's telling them!" Jack interjected.
    "Eventually," Jenny continued, "I got used to dealing with gawking, leering males of all ages, except that the experience has made me very wary when it comes to boyfriends, dates, and such. I always take great pains to make sure that guys who wanted to go out are interested in me, not just my bosom or my looks generally!
    "I've seriously considered breast reduction surgery to get them down to Cs or maybe Ds 'cause it's so hard to go to the beach or even shopping without having guys follow you around. Sometimes, I even draw a crowd on Oxford Street on my way to work! And the way some guys will follow me when I'm just walking down the street!"
    "You poor kid," Jack commiserated, realizing full well that he would be tempted to join the crowd himself if he were to see a beauty like Jenny walking down a New York street!
    "But lately I've become reconciled to my bosom — it's much too big but — what the hell — it's me. So," Jenny smiled while cupping her enormous breasts, "I'll keep them just the way they are — at least until they start to sag." Jenny paused for a moment as if in thought. "I notice," she added, grinning at Jack," that their size doesn't seem to upset you."
    "Hmmm," said Jack, who had continued to maul Jenny's gigantic tits through her blouse throughout this discussion and hoped like hell he was not being placed into the "just after my bosom or my looks" category! "Upset? Me? Only by getting me really hot and bothered do they upset me. Your bosom is so fine, Jenny, I want to love it up all night."
    "I want that, too," breathed Jenny in agreement.
    When, after thirty minutes of tit rubbing and kneading, the blouse was finally off, Jack's cock was absolutely raging. Now, Jenny's huge white 32K bra was the only piece of clothing the couple was wearing.
    "Tell you what, Jenny," Jack said, "I want to tongue and lick and kiss the bra right off your breasts."
    "That sounds great, sweetheart," Jenny responded, "only be gentle and try not to give me any hickeys or kiss marks. The movie shoot tomorrow, remember?"
    Jack smiled and reached under and behind Jenny's back to unhook the huge bra. He noted that it had six hooks to support its two really massive loads of tit meat. Jack's experienced fingers had them all unhooked in seconds, however.
    With the bra unhooked, Jack gently lay Jenny back down on the bed and started to kiss and lick her massive hooters through the cloth of the bra. He licked and sucked and kissed all around the base of her bosom; soon he was up to her areolae and nipples, which Jack eagerly sucked, licked, and kissed through the rough material of the bra. It was like a hot date in high school all over again!
    Soon the garment was glistening with spit as Jack's tongue worked and worked on the bra. He then moved up to Jenny's so-cute face, and hungrily French-kissed his new lover for a couple of minutes. Next, he slowly moved his kisses down her neck via her ears to the top of her really prominent cleavage. He started licking at the incredible swelling at the beginning of her breasts. They pushed up and way out of the upper margin of the bra; it was such a turn-on!
    When in a few minutes his tongue encountered the bra itself, Jack started slowly moving it down Jenny's mammoth tits with his lips and tongue. He started wildly licking, sucking, and kissing the incredibly abundant tit meat that lay underneath the bra. Jenny's massive tits were progressively exposed as Jack's lips and tongue worked on and on as they pushed the bra further down the pronounced slope of the amazingly buxom teenager's chest.
    As the bra started to slip farther down Jenny's massive, lush bosom, the lovers both started to moan. Jack reached down behind Jenny's back and started re-cupping her super-firm ass cheeks again while his lips and tongue relentlessly moved the bra down toward her areolae. He would concentrate on a single area of her bosom for a while — there were so many areas he wanted to love, on account of the huge size of her breasts — kissing, licking, and drawing as much of the astonishingly soft, meaty tit flesh into his mouth as he could manage. Jenny's tit meat was actually making loud squeaking sounds as Jack pulled the hot flesh deep into his mouth!
    Jack was soon tonguing and kissing Jenny's bare areolae. His cock jumped when he saw that they were so huge — almost the size of teacup saucers! They were very dark as well; their brown color contrasting sexily with Jenny's golden blonde hair and milky white skin. Jack got so turned on at the sensuous sight that he could feel his utterly stiff prick start to leak even more pre-cum onto the sheets.
    He slurped and licked and tongued every inch of Jenny's astonishing areolae, as he made his way towards her really erect, �" nipples; she was so aroused that they looked like pencil erasers! By this time, though, Jack lost control and just reached under the bra cups to squeeze and cup Jenny's amazing mounds of tit flesh. After about five minutes of this hot tit loving, Jenny just grabbed the bra and threw it onto the floor. "Just keep sucking and squeezing my bosom, Jack, just love it up." Jenny screamed.
    With one hand, Jack grabbed hold of the bottom of Jenny's left hooter — he leveraged it with his hand rather than actually grabbing hold — and started licking and sucking her so-absolutely ready stiff nipple.
    With his other hand, he moved down to Jenny's inner thighs which, he discovered, were soaking wet. His fingers were soon plunging in and out of Jenny's tight, hot, utterly drenched cunt.
    Jenny's super-cute ass was sliding from side to side on the bed as she moaned loudly: "Oh, honey, it's so great, so sexy, hmmm, keep doing what you're doing, sweetheart. Please don't stop, no, no, no, no!"
    Jenny's cunt was so sopping wet that Jack's fingers made sucking and slurping sounds as he pushed and pulled what was now a total of three fingers in and out of her hot, utterly soaked pussy. Meanwhile, his mouth and tongue kept busy working on her unbelievably stiff nipple.
    Suddenly, Jenny gave out a strangled moan, and her body just absolutely stiffened. Jack could feel her pussy contract and convulse as she was totally overcome with wave after orgasmic wave of shuddering love. Jack kept plunging and twirling his fingers around inside Jenny's spastic cunt, while he continued to lick her nipple and knead the bottom of her shockingly large tit.
    Jenny's intermittent love spasms lasted for about fifteen minutes as cum after cum commandeered her nervous system. As the loving went on, the slurping and sucking sounds got even louder as cunt juice just gushed freely out of Jenny's still-quivering cunt over the already stained bed sheets.

Chapter 13

Finally, the couple just collapsed together onto the bed. "Jack, sweetheart," Jenny gushed, "that was just so exciting. I don't think I've ever had such intense orgasms in my life!
    You know," she went on, "I had sex with my boy friend in London this morning before I left for Heathrow Airport. It was awful — he's such a pig," she continued with a frown. "He lives with me for free — he's an artist. He goes to a school of design ... well, he goes when he manages to get up in time to make class. He's much too good to work, you see — while I run myself ragged all week with school and work."
    As the couple hugged and caressed each other, Jenny continued in her confidences to her new lover. "I'm a full-time University of London student in literature," she added," plus I work twenty hours a week at Marks and Sparks on Oxford Street. I even filmed a couple of strip-tease movies this year to help make the rent — that's how broke we were."
    "I bet they weren't as sexy as the strip-tease we just put on," Jack grinned.
    "Shut up, Jack," Jenny grinned in return. "A New York outfit got their hands on one of them and has paid my way over here to make a couple more for the American market. They're really soft core — it's me only on screen and I even get to keep my bottom covered — but now my boy friend — the swine! — wants me to start making hard-core movies with whoever so we can have more money. No thanks — I'm way too modest a girl for that. Doing topless tapes is bad enough. So he's been screaming at me and generally abusing me for weeks.
    "This New York trip was a great chance to get away from him," Jenny smiled ruefully. "The good-bye sex this morning was so awful — I was almost dry, and he came in less than a minute. Then he screamed at me for not meeting his sexual needs. What a jerk! As I left to catch the tube for Heathrow I told him we were through and for him to be moved out of the flat before I got back on Tuesday," Jenny continued. "I'll call the police if he's not," she concluded.
    "Jack," she went on, "I really needed some warm and caring attention in the worst way after all that awfulness this morning. When I saw you, and you were so handsome and sweet, I was an absolute pushover. I don't think that otherwise anything like this could ever have happened."
    Jenny giggled at the idea. "Frankly," she went on, "I get hit on so much in public — even from really handsome young fellows like you! — that I usually just look straight ahead and keep walking whenever a guy approaches me. My really shaky emotional state today sure led me to make an exception for you, though."
    She gave Jack a warm squeeze. "I'm sure glad I did, but I never thought I would get this much affection even when I decided I would let you pick me up," Jenny added with a saucy smile. "Oh, darling, this is so great!"
    Jenny then started to laugh. "Don't get that shocked look on your face, Jack. I hope you don't think your charms talked me into doing something I was opposed to doing!" Jenny then gave Jack a soft kiss on the lips. "But you were charming, baby, and so awfully handsome, too. It's just that I've learned to be wary in public, so that it's a rare time that I actually respond to a pick-up line."
    Jenny laughed again. "Golly, that doesn't sound right, does it — except that you did use a pick-up line! But it was a good one. Anyway, I'm so glad I'm here in your arms, sweetheart." The buxom teenage beauty paused again and giggled. "Did I bruise your male ego, darling?"
    Jack smiled in return. "Only slightly, baby. Anyway, I've got lots of ways in which you can make it up to me. Are you game?"
    "Absolutely," Jenny promised.
    Jenny then moved her lips up to Jack's face and started planting soft, wet kisses on his mouth while at the same time nibbling on his warm lips. After one of her nibbles, Jack trapped Jenny's swollen lower lip with his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth, licking it passionately from the inside. While so involved, he moaned helplessly as his hands ceaselessly roamed over all of Jenny's stupendously erotic body.
    "Poor baby," Jenny said as the lovers broke for air. You need to come, too. Put your cock in my pussy, sweetheart, and just shoot your sperm straight at my womb."
    Jenny reached down to stroke Jack's gigantic, inflamed tool. "This is so huge," Jenny marveled, I think it's bigger around than your wrist! It was actually too big for her to get her hand all the way around, so she just kept petting and stroking the sides of the jerking, quivering prick.
    "My boy friend has a big penis too," Jenny went on, "only a few inches shorter than yours — but yours is more than twice as thick. My goodness," she went on, laughing, "you might blow out my eardrums while we make love!"
    "Honey," Jack said, "we've got all night to make all kinds of love. I love your tits so much — I'd like to start by tit-fucking you right now."
    "That sounds great to me, darling," Jenny responded.
    Jack started by loving up Jenny's huge tits with his roaming hands and wide-open mouth. He sucked and licked her nipples for a while, then began slurping and licking all over her bosom. Because of their lavish size, this was a long-term job!
    After a few minutes, Jack began to concentrate on the inside area between Jenny's breasts in order to lubricate them for the tit-fuck to come. In a few minutes, her tit meat just glistened with saliva. Then Jack mounted Jenny at her waist, edged forward, and eased his throbbing prick in between Jenny's mind-boggling tits.
    Jack then took hold of both hooters, and mashed them together against his prick. He found himself inside a really tight, warm, velvet channel of tit meat, and he loved it. Jack started to stroke in and out of the channel with eager, passionate thrusts. He would not last too long, he knew, because Jenny's tits were so great and he was so hot.
    They were shaped like, but were bigger than, breakfast melons. In fact, they were about the size of small watermelons, except they were really round, not elongated like most watermelons. Because of the way they were mashed up around his prick, Jenny's tits (and nipples) stuck way high up into the air; they looked like water balloons resting on her chest.
    Jack had actually squashed them with his hands against his thrusting prick with such force that little more than the nipples and areolae were visible. Yet they were so soft and malleable that Jack's hand-and-tit gymnastics were not hurting Jenny at all.
    As Jack picked up the pace of his tit-fucking, he elongated his strokes. He would almost — but not quite — pull out of Jenny's tit canal, and then plunge his stiff cock in as far as it would go. Her jugs were so big that even his super-long cock did not appear at the top of her tits on every stroke. Jack's hands worked ceaselessly on Jenny's impossibly big hooters, kneading them and rubbing them and pushing them and pulling them in every possible direction against his thrusting cock. He was in a sex heaven for sure.
    Jenny swiped her tongue as best she could at Jack's incredibly huge cock head when it whipped past her face. She also tried to direct it into her mouth, but Jack was in too much of a frenzy to aim his thrusts carefully enough to slam his now-purple cock head into Jenny's hot mouth.
    After about fifteen minutes more of this sensual tit fucking, Jack felt his balls start to contract and then wind up. He was suddenly grunting, shuddering, and tensing with the start of what he knew was going to be an really intense orgasm — even for him.
    His prick just absolutely turned into granite. Jack felt his lips involuntarily start to pull back at the corners of his mouth as thrilling, shuddering spasms of love began to course through his suddenly tensed-up body!
    "Argh! Ugh!" Jack was just wild! "Nargh! JESUS! GOD! Ugh! Argh!" It was so great!
    After about the second thrilling spasm, Jack's cock just utterly fired away. He saw the first super-long, hot, wet, thick jet of sperm arc high above Jenny's head, as his cock pulsated wildly and out of control. The lovers could actually hear the shot of spunk hit the wall with a "splat," when it landed solidly about a yard above Jenny's head. Almost immediately, another blast rocketed high in the air and landed a bit lower, this time on the top of the headboard. Jenny really had Jack super-excited!
    In the meantime, Jack's thrilling, shuddering love spasms went on and on and on and on. After a minute he was still in the midst of his orgasm. "Shit," he feverishly realized," I don't know when I've ever come for this long before. Or shot this much jizz."
    And the spunk kept on flying! After about the first 45 seconds of the orgasm, the trajectory lowered a bit more, and spunk began to land on Jenny's forehead, her cheeks, and her chin. By now, thick, white clots of sperm just covered her face.
    Ninety seconds into the cum, even Jack's super-human orgasmic machine had finally begun to shut down. The creamy spurts of spunk were now just seeping out of Jack's cock and then flowing down the deep valley between Jenny's eye-popping breasts.
    Jack finally stopped shuddering and stuffing his cock in and out of Jenny's velvety, warm tit canal. He moved his head up to Jenny's face. He grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the bed stand and began gently to clean the love cream off her face. It took a whole lot of tissue!
    As he cleaned off an area, he would kiss it tenderly, and then move his lips up to Jenny's wide-open mouth to run his tongue along her red, succulent lips and then inside her waiting mouth as the lovers passionately French kissed each other once and then French kissed each other some more. Then he worked on her cream-covered bosom — God, Jack wasn't sure he had ever shot so much spunk in one orgasm!

Chapter 14

After this task was finished, Jack and Jenny — utterly spent for the moment — cuddled and talked. "My God," Jenny marveled, "I don't know if I've ever seen that much sperm in my lifetime, let alone at one time. You're really something, Jack!"
    "Hey," Jack retorted, "it takes a really exciting woman to pull that much jizz out of my balls — and you're it, honey. God, you're so great, Jenny, my beautiful sweetheart."
    With that, the couple went back to non-stop hugging and kissing. Jack just couldn't stop pawing Jenny's body — nor could she keep her hands off him — especially his tight, hard buns. Jack's hands roamed over Jenny's eye-popping ass cheeks, her shapely legs and super-thighs, her back — and, of course, spent a lot of time roaming all over her oversized breasts. And the kissing — Jack loved to kiss, and Jenny was a world-class kisser.
    As the couple rested for a moment, Jenny inspected her massive bosom. "You know, Jack," she giggled, "I think I see some hickeys — a lot of hickeys, in fact — on my breasts. Well," she shrugged, "I guess some body make-up will take care of that problem in the morning. And anyway, I wouldn't have missed the loving that made those hickeys for the world, sweetheart."
    "Hey," Jack said, "enough talking — and I'll do the breast inspections, if you don't mind. Now, in fact, I've got some heavy tit and mouth work to get started on."
    The lovers were soon once again intertwined in each other arms Their legs were wrapped around each other, and their hands wildly reached for and caressed every body part they could reach. Their tongues and lips were busy kissing and sucking and licking each other; it was almost more of a mutual swallowing of faces — a veritable face fuck — than a mere kiss.
    From time to time, one of the lovers would lap up the saliva that had started to drip down the other's chin, and then re-clamp his hot lips on the other's absolutely wide-open mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of slobbering and slurping as the lovers just literally flung their lips, tongues, and mouths at each other. Even though both lovers had climaxed once already that evening, Jack and Jenny were clearly still in mutual states of high sexual excitement; they were still really horny and ready for a whole lot more loving.
    "Honey," Jenny said a few minutes later with a loving look aimed right down into the very bottom of Jack's soul, "this sex so far tonight has been so great, but I really do want to take that huge cock of yours up my vagina — and not just once, either!"
    Jenny had been fondling Jack's remarkable sex snake from time to time since Jack had showered the room with his astonishing fountains of spunk. As she caressed it, she sensed that the limp cock was actually beginning to straighten out a bit. "Golly," Jenny gasped, "are you starting to get an erection already, sweetheart?"
    "Let's just keep playing with ourselves for a few more minutes, honey," Jack responded. "I can feel that I'm going to have a really big present for you very soon."
    The lovers went back to passionate hugging and French kissing. When Jenny's hand moved down to Jack's stomach a few minutes later, she encountered a fully erect, really stiff, giant penis. Her miracle man was up and ready to go again.
    "I want to really suck you off, first, dear, to get you super hard," Jenny said hoarsely, as she rubbed and rubbed Jack's huge pud. She got down beside him and opened her mouth as wide as it would go; then, she ran her open mouth, lips, and tongue up and down the sides of Jack's throbbing shaft.
    Jack lightly placed his hand on the back of her head and softly rubbed her super-silken golden hair as Jenny's head smoothly slid up and down his cock. "This is so thrilling, so good, Jenny," Jack moaned. "My cock is getting so very hard!"
    "I'm going to make it a lot harder, precious," Jenny whispered. "You won't believe how hard!"
    Jenny then poised her head directly above Jack's really large cock head. She grabbed the bottom of his cock shaft with both hands, and then lowered her head to take about two inches of him inside her mouth. As her head moved up and down, her tongue swirled around his cock head and down his shaft. He was getting blown and tongued at the same time.
    Jack's head swiveled from side to side in agonies of lust as this sexual paradise got better and better. "Oh, honey," he moaned, "this is so great, just keep doing it, darling, take more of it in your mouth if you can, oh, I love you, Jenny, hmmm, sweetheart, please don't stop." (Talk of love was decidedly premature at this point, but Jack was being driven so wild by Jenny's frantic ministrations that the word actually got spoken without its use registering upon the two crazed lovers).
    By now, Jenny was swallowing about seven inches of cock on each stroke. It felt so good. He was so ready for her. But Jack wanted to get Jenny ready for him as well. He knew that because his fuck stick was so massively long and thick that he really had to get a girl's pussy totally soaked and stretched out lest the pounding of his enormous dick cause his lover real pain and even agony.
    To get things ready, therefore, Jack grabbed Jenny's legs and turned her body around so that her hot, steamy cunt was poised just above his eager mouth. With a moan, Jack stretched his tongue as far about of his mouth as it would go, and starting licking Jenny's utterly sopping-wet cunt lips.
    His lover moaned in response, while still not missing a beat of her blow job. Soon, Jack was licking and sucking Jenny's clitoris, sticking his tongue inches deep into her drenched, wide-open pussy, and then sucking her clitoris again while sticking his fingers, first, deep into her now-convulsing and orgasmic cunt and then far up into her ass.
    This wild mutual 69-lovemaking went on for half an hour. Finally, Jack said, "honey, it's time to stop 'cause if we don't fuck right now, it's going to be too late real soon!" With a couple of passionate licks, Jenny jumped off Jack's engorged, almost purple cock. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed, moaning with passion.
    Jenny then firmly planted her feet on either side of Jack's pelvis, squatted directly above his throbbing penis, grabbed the middle of the shaft with both hands to straighten it up, and then just absolutely dropped down to impale herself on the giant prick!
    Jack looked on with astonishment as Jenny slid down the whole length of his cock in about half a second flat. Jack was amazed; it was a rare girl who could take all of his cock in one motion.
    As Jenny buried the huge cock down to the mouth of her womb in one fell swoop, her pussy began to convulse and shudder once again; she was getting an instant orgasm from the incredible experience of being absolutely stuffed full of Jack's thick cock meat. It was so big and thick that the experience was almost like having a baby, Jenny guessed.
    At this point, Jack's body-building workouts began paid dividends. He cupped Jenny's luscious ass cheeks in his hands and began to move her up and down his cock. "Just sit there and enjoy the ride, honey," he instructed, "I'll do all the work."
    With his big biceps bulging, Jack was able to move Jenny all the way up to his cock head and then down to the very base of his prick. Up and down, up and down. Her cunt, so stuffed full of Jack's cock, was soaking wet, slick, and gushing.
    Jenny rode up and down Jack's massive snake like a feather, stiffening with about one new orgasm a minute. Jenny's big tits — so massive and firm — shook, floated, and jiggled very sexily as the fabulously buxom young beauty rode the full length of Jack's rock-hard penis.
    After about forty minutes of fucking, Jack could hold it in no longer. He started to shudder and was soon hosing down Jenny's pussy with amazing amounts of cum, a lot of which gushed right back out of her cunt as the lovers kept right on fucking and loving each other.

Chapter 15

Jack and Jenny kept at it until 7:00 a.m. — missionary style, doggie style, and any other style they could think of. By morning, their bodies — and their bedclothes — were just caked with dried sperm and cunt juice. Given the hour, they were forced to skip sleep altogether and jump into the shower in order to get Jenny to Manhattan on time. Of course, the shower was a long one; the couple made the mistake of soaping and washing each other.
    The result was another torrid session of passionate love-making under the warm jets of water. When Jenny got to the studio in the morning she was almost too sore to walk!
    When she took off her blouse and bra for the tit shoot, the photographer was astonished. "What happened to you," he demanded, "your tits are all covered with bruises and love marks."
    "I had a date last night." Jenny giggled. But the body make-up worked, and in fact the night's lovemaking had made Jenny feel so sensual that the videos ended up being especially super-sexy.
    When she was finished shooting on Saturday, Jenny and Jack went out to dinner at the Café d'Artistes on the West Side. It was the most romantic place Jack could think of. Jenny was wearing another short skirt; this one was perhaps shorter and tighter, if possible, than the one she had worn Friday night. Up top she wore a very tight, clingy, fuzzy cashmere sweater than really showcased her fantastic and incredibly well formed 32K treasures of tit meat.
    When the head waiter showed them to a table in the middle of the room, Jack demurred, palmed the man an extra twenty, and said, "We'd really like a booth in the corner so we could have some privacy."
    Glancing subtly and appreciatively at Jenny — but with lustily appraising eyes — the headwaiter said softly and with a knowing smile, "Of course, sir," and led them to a secluded booth in the rear of the restaurant. He was quite used to satisfying the demands of deeply involved young lovers.
    As they waited for their drinks to come, Jack looked over at Jenny, who was now sitting almost on top of her lover. Her notably skimpy skirt — what there was of it — had ridden up so high as to reveal the bottoms of her panties. Jack started softly caressing her breathtakingly luscious thighs under the tablecloth. "Honey," he said hoarsely, "you look so very beautiful tonight. And so unbelievably sexy, too. I really love that outfit, too — it's such a turn-on! God, I could ravage you right here in the booth."
    Jenny looked up at Jack with a coquettish smile and said, "This is my 'fuck-me' outfit, Jack. Golly, I hope it works ... do you think it will? What are my chances of getting lucky with you tonight, handsome?"
    "About a thousand per cent," Jack grinned. "I guarantee that outfit is doing its job — big time," he said, speaking a bit more huskily now, as his right hand began caressing the so-soft insides of Jenny's increasingly parted thighs. "And if the food doesn't come soon," Jack added in a ragged voice, "I may just have to have my way with you right in this booth."
    The lovers fairly gobbled down their meal. Food didn't matter; they were so hungry for each other's bodies that they couldn't wait to leave.
    Just before they left, though, Jenny had to go to the ladies' room. As she made her way across the dining room, each and every man in the room absolutely stopped what he was doing and stared, utterly slack-jawed, as Jenny cruised by.
    As she bopped along, she could not avoid showing off her curvy thighs and the flair of her luscious ass cheeks; they were totally on display because of the remarkable tightness and skimpiness of her micro-mini skirt.
    Even more prominently on display were Jenny's shocking, eye-popping, enormous mounds of tit flesh. They were floating, jiggling, bouncing, and gently quivering inside her clingy, show-'em-off sweater as if they were giant vats of chilled Jell-O.
    After she had disappeared from sight, the men glanced furtively and covetously in Jack's direction. From the way Jenny was put together and dressed, not to mention the way the couple had been almost glued together in their booth during dinner, these fellows knew to a man that later that night Jack was going to become the luckiest guy in the world!
    Few of the men, now totally absorbed in waiting to drink in Jenny's outrageously buxom beauty on her return trip from the bathroom, had ever even dreamed that someone as sexy, curvy, buxom, and beautiful as Jenny could possibly exist — even in their wildest sexual fantasies! The torrid picture of this luscious piece of ass would remain compellingly vivid in their memories for a long time — perhaps most notably later that night when, to a man, they would insistently make love to their wives or dates on account of, and accompanied with, hot visions of beautiful, buxom Jenny dancing in their feverish minds. It was going to take these men a long, long time to forget Jenny!
    Their wives and girl friends were frowning with disapproval because they knew damn well what their men were thinking, that they were just marking time until, on her trip back from the ladies' room, they could again rape Jenny with their eyes. What the wives would say about Jenny when they got home was going to be very interesting indeed!
    Jack had, of course. noted the general commotion that broke out when Jenny swept across the restaurant; he imagined that it happened to her all the time. She was just so breathtakingly gorgeous in every way! The truth was that Jenny would stop traffic even if her measurements were 32A-21-32. With her ultra-full but pointy Ks leading the way, though, Jenny took sexiness and truly gorgeous good looks to a higher dimension.
    Just to think that within about an hour or so, Jack reminded himself with a thrill of impending pleasure, she would all be his again to love up all night long! Those tits ... that body ... that gorgeous face ... those generous, luscious lips! Shit! Jack was becoming almost frantic with lust in his desire, his need, to ravish every inch of Jenny's world-class body — and, to do so as soon as possible! He couldn't wait!

Chapter 16

Minutes later, Jack and Jenny were eagerly returning to his townhouse in Jack's black BMW 733. Jenny was just exhausted — it had been two days since she had really slept at all — but the lovers did manage to make love three times before Jenny fell asleep, as Jack eagerly whitewashed her utterly soaked and dilated pussy with urgent, hot, sticky columns of spunk.
    Jenny had another shoot on Sunday; the couple managed to wake up in time to make love, bleary-eyed, first in bed and then in the shower before getting dressed and driving to the studio.
    Jenny's plane to London was scheduled to leave Monday afternoon. On Sunday night — their last night — the totally absorbed lovers skipped eating out, ordered in Chinese, and passionately loved each other to orgasm twice on the living room couch — and then four times in bed! Jenny and Jack were just insatiable; they simply couldn't get enough of each other's bodies.
    After making love four times in the morning and early afternoon — three times in bed and once in the shower — Jack drove Jenny to JFK. Riding on her knees and pressing and rubbing her astonishingly curvaceous body hard against Jack while he drove, Jenny knew she was going to miss this guy — big time.
    She leaned over to kiss his cheek, then to stick her tongue deep into his ear. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, stuck her hand inside, and rubbed his chest and nipples. After slowly withdrawing her hand, she traced down his stomach and thigh, and then gently began to rub and pull on his fully-erect, raging cock.
    "Jenny," Jack moaned, "this feels so good!" Jenny alternated between fondling Jack's massive shaft and rubbing her tits against her lover and alternating full-length licks on his face, neck, and ear with her hot tongue and then soft, slobbering kisses on his cheek.
    "I want you to remember this ride, honey," Jenny breathed in his ear, "so that you'll buy a ticket for London real soon and spend some time with me at my flat. Hmm, wouldn't that be great, lover?"
    Jack admitted that he couldn't wait. Jenny was wearing the same outfit she had worn Friday night — a mini-skirt all the way up to here. This meant that her skirt was so short that Jack could easily slip his free hand under her skirt and into her panties to cup and squeeze her hot, curvy rump as he drove down the expressway.
    As they approached the airport, Jenny asked, "Are you coming in to say good-by at the gate, honey?"
    "You bet I am, precious," Jack said, "I'm parking in the short-term garage so I can." Jenny was puzzled to see Jack pass up lots of empty parking spaces as he kept circling up level after level in the parking facility. Finally, he reached an upper floor that was essentially empty of cars.
    "I wanted to be able to say goodbye in private, darling," Jack said. He slid out from behind the wheel and said, "Let's get into the back seat for a moment; I want to show you something to remember me by. It's a little something — well, maybe not so little! — to hold us until we get together in London."
    "Wow," breathed Jenny, "I'd like to see it so much! But remember, honey," she continued, "we've got less than an hour to get to the plane 'cause we made love so much this morning."
    Jack gently pulled Jenny into the back seat, and lifted her up and over so that she was sitting face to face on his lap. He started at once to passionately kiss and tongue his lover while his hands wildly roamed everywhere — especially all over her remarkably firm, huge tits.
    "I'm going to miss you so much," Jack moaned. "I'm making a reservation for a ticket to London as soon as I get back home."
    Jenny moaned in agreement. "Hmmm, yes. Even next weekend wouldn't be too soon, sweetheart," she added, giving Jack an extra, encouraging squeeze.
    The hugging and kissing went on and on for fifteen minutes. Soon, Jack was pulling down his pants. "Take off your panties, honey," he moaned, "I just want so bad to be inside you one last time — I just have to!" Soon, Jack's thick prick was frantically sliding up and down Jenny's hot, super-slick, utterly wide-open cunt. Their hot lips and wet tongues were fused in what amounted to mutual oral rape. Jack was so hot and ready that within only five or six minutes thick columns of warm, creamy sperm were flying up Jenny's shuddering cunt.
    The lovers had to rush to the gate to make the plane; as Jack and Jenny lustily said goodbye their bodies just melted into each other. Their wild kisses, caresses, and hugs were so passionate that, much to Jenny's embarrassment (but to Jack's secret gratification), some of the onlookers actually applauded when their mouths and bodies finally became unglued so Jenny could run down the chute to the plane.
    One thing sure was that the two lovers were going to be seeing a lot of each other again real soon. Both had lots of loving left over to share. A trip to London was not only certain, but imminent!
    As he walked back to his car, Jack had the strongest desire to see Jenny again. His head was just swimming with feelings, impulses, and desires! He suddenly realized that this was a girl whom he did not want to just fuck and move on. Instead, for the first time since his high-school relationship with Karen Kenar, Jack felt the allure of a long-term relationship! Wanda might be a keeper, all right, but Jenny could be for keeps!

Part Three: Jack

Chapter 17

Since June Jack had made five trips to London to see Jenny and she had made two trips in the other direction on his nickel to see him. Familiarity had decidedly not bred contempt. If anything, and though the two lovers still saw other people — at least Jack did, because he was still active to a degree in the Club — their sex life was more loving and passionate than ever — and actually getting more so.
    The truth is that the passionate, hot lovers were moving beyond the physical to start becoming serious about each other. Jack was even able for the first time in years to mentally entertain the word "commitment" without flinching!
    That is not to say, however, that he had actually done anything about it! Indeed, his need to make love to as many buxom beauties as possible was still firmly at the throttle of his sexual drives
    It could not, unfortunately, be said that Jack and Jenny's relationship was tension-free — far from it! During their first, magical weekend together, the issue of Jack's love life simply did not come up, although Jenny was naturally thinking about it — hard.
    It did come up on Jack's first trip to London, however. Jenny had asked him early on if he was seeing anyone. "Well, nobody in particular, " he said a bit too breezily, "but I am active socially."
    "Does that also mean sexually active," Jenny asked? "And with lots of people, too?" she continued in a worried tone.
    "Well ... er ... ah ... yes ... I guess so." Jack stammered. He then proceeded to tell Jenny about the Club. Even though Jack's version of the facts was a bit subdued, Jenny did not take it well at all.
    "Jack, the health risks are so great," she said, "for you and for me!" In response, Jack told her all about the frequent, intensive AIDS and STD testing undertaken by all Club members.
    "Well," she responded, there still is a risk; besides, I don't like sharing an intimate friend with an unknown number of random woman no matter how safe it is! I don't like it one bit! Jack, I really have a problem with this — a big problem! I have to admit that since you're being open about it and all, and we did agree we could see others, it's my problem more than yours, I guess."
    Jenny paused in deep thought for a moment. "I guess I can take the testing thing at face value and assume things are OK on the disease front, but this is still really a shock!" Jenny shook her head in disbelief.
    "I'm also willing, I guess, to see how our relationship develops but I have to think some more about this! Jesus, Jack! Seeing other people is one thing; having a sex club as your rival is quite another! This is going to take a lot of thought!"
    "Jesus yourself! " Jack thought to himself with a sudden flash of anger, "Stop bitching at me, woman!" he screamed inwardly. Jenny was clearly the best thing that had happened to him in years! At the same time, Jack had a definite tendency to step back and close down when he felt he was being bitched at by a girl friend!
    Still, he had to admit Jenny was speaking only from her perspective, so perhaps he was being unfair. Expressing your feelings was not exactly bitching. The whole discussion did bother him, though, because it sure sounded like bitching! The real problem, of course, was that Jack did not know how to respond in any meaningful way to Jenny's concerns. The obvious solution — monogamy — did not even cross his mind!
    Their relationship — sexual and emotional alike — did develop despite this huge bump in the road. At Jack's urging, Jenny continued to agree that they were not yet at the point where not seeing other people was appropriate. How much of this was due to Jack's desire — his need — to keep fucking super-bosomy babes from the Club (plus Wanda, of course), is anyone's guess. He was a little vague on the subject; however, there was no doubt that he would really hate to give up his "hobby" of mauling outrageously massive knockers that happened to be attached to drop-dead gorgeous women!
    The truth is that if Jack had thought about it, he might not have been sure he could give all that up! The facts was, however, that he had not even thought about—not even for a second!
    For her part, Jenny declared very firmly indeed that the way in which Jack was seeing other people continued to be very troublesome to her. The fact that these Club encounters were purely physical affairs was somewhat comforting; at least she did not have to share Jack's heart with these other women. But the fact that her vagina was being drilled on a regular basis by a cock that had been who knows where since its last visit was a huge problem. Although she felt herself becoming more and more deeply attached to Jack, she did not know how long she could tolerate this situation. Before too long something simply had to give. She was willing to keep making passionate love with Jack — it was so great! — but for how long she wanted to continue under present conditions was a real question.
    The worst part was that although she had communicated all this to Jack, she was not sure he was really getting it. Her new friend could be a bit thick in the head as well as in the cock, she was finding! Thus, the lovers continued to visit each other; however, a cloud hovered over their relationship. Ominously, from Jenny's perspective, that cloud was growing! From Jack's very different perspective, he was happy to ignore the problem in the foolish hope it magically would just go away!

Chapter 18

A couple of months later, Jack found himself on a Friday afternoon in Los Angeles. His depositions had ended early, so he found himself reclining at the end of the pool at his hotel. He had stacked beside him a pile of thrillers by W.E.B. Griffin and Michael Connelly he meant to plow through just to give his mind a rest.
    This weekend was a no-Jenny weekend, however, so he thought he might just as well spend it by staying over on the West Coast. Not incidentally, he was hanging around to see if any Club members might be available on this free weekend. He had called headquarters, but no one was available. Still, he had been put on the waiting list. Being on this list was little like being on the waiting list at a hotel; things often opened up at the last minute.
    After spending a hard-working, totally celibate couple of weeks devoted to the law, Jack was really ready to bury his cock in the soaking wet pussy of some stupendously buxom and gorgeous babe. Jack had been turned on by an ad he saw for a local "gentlemen's club" appearance by an ultra-buxom stripper named Casey James, who was said to measure 126JJJ up top! Jack said "No way!" but the very act of considering the possibility certainly straightened out and lengthened his cock. Shit!
    Jack was so horny that if he could not work out a Club date, he was actually considering the possibility of visiting the strip joint for the last show and seeing if he could pick up Ms James or some other suitably giant-breasted woman. He supposed that most strippers flatly turned down such overtures, but, hey, he was a good-looking guy. Who knows? He might get lucky. If he did wouldn't Ms James or whoever be surprised when she spotted what Jack kept hidden inside his trousers!
    Southern California was really a Club hot-spot; a high percentage of the impossibly buxom porn stars he lusted after lived in the area. Perhaps one was a new member and he'd get lucky and hook up with her for the weekend. In addition, even the Club members living in LA who were not in the porn business just seemed to be much more beautiful and buxom than members living elsewhere. As he lay by the pool, Jack had to roll over on his stomach; his thoughts about giant-titted beauties like Lulu Divine, Minka, SaReena Lee, Chelsea Charms, Lisa Lipps, Pandora Peaks, and Busty Dusty, massively-titted models, porn stars, and strippers he had fantasized about as possible Club members and lovers, were starting to give him a perpetual hard-on.
    Late Friday afternoon, just as Jack had settled in his lounge chair by the pool and started reading The Investigators by W.E.B. Griffin, he actually got a call from Club headquarters! Surprisingly, this had nothing to so with the waiting list per se. The call had come because Jack always kept Club headquarters ... well, abreast of his whereabouts regardless of where he was. You never knew when opportunity in the form of an H-cup set of tits atop a pair of killer legs under a gorgeous face was going to come ... er ... knocking!
    "Jack," Miss Simpson began, "you're still third on the waiting list, but we have a special off-the-list opportunity that you might want to take advantage of. A young lady from Brazil named Tina Suarez is on an extended visit to the States; she's in LA right now. She just became a Club member. She couldn't have done so before this visit, of course, because as a matter of policy we have no overseas branches or members.
    "I was told that Tina's membership interview with our West Coast committee was really something else," Miss Simpson continued. "She was wearing a tight, tiny white linen dress that was about as skimpy as possible under LA's public indecency laws. The effect of the tiny white dress against Tina's smooth olive complexion was stunning. Her face was just astonishingly beautiful — utterly gorgeous. She has a huge head of shiny black hair that flowed down her back to the beginning of her ultra-curvy hips. Jack, the dress was so short that her ass cheeks were actually hanging out a little. When she bent over just a bit, her entire rump was on display! And her bottom, I should add, was just super round and curvy."
    "Sounds luscious," Jack commented.
    "It was. More to the point for this group, I understand that Tina had monstrously huge, really overly-full breasts that filled up her entire chest all the way down to her waist, and actually beyond! The group observing them knew immediately that they were bigger than any pair of tits currently on the Club roster. They were even bigger — a lot bigger — than Patti's, who you know from first-hand experience, Jack, has just massive knockers."
    "I'm finding this part hard to believe," Jack asserted.
    "Well, believe it, Jack, because I've talked to the eyewitnesses!" Miss Simpson insisted. "What's more, her breasts were so firm; they seemed to stick out halfway across the room! It was obvious that the tiny linen dress was especially tailored because there is no way a store-bought dress could have accommodated such a gigantic pair of breasts and also hugged the other curves of her body. Even more exciting for the male board members in attendance was the fact a pair of really long nipples could be seen indenting the dress at a point actually below Tina's waist! I hear that the mere sight of Tina's curves was making these guys literally salivate."
    "Wow!" Jack said. "Salivating is what this conversation is making me do!"
    "When Tina sat down and crossed her legs," Miss Simpson continued, "the ultra-mini dress rode up to her crotch and displayed utterly fantastic legs and thighs. The male board members had no questions. In fact, most of them were breathing hard and a couple were rubbing their already-stiff penises. When the question was called, they just let out a loud 'Yes!' in unison to Tina's membership application."
    "No surprise there," Jack allowed.
    "Well," Miss Simpson interjected, "things were not as simple as all that. The one female committee member present was suspicious; she suspected Tina was wearing some latex prostheses under the dress. She thought her breasts were just too impossibly huge to be real, especially on such an otherwise slim and curvy figure. Tits didn't get that big; they just had to be fake. She suggested that the board might want her to examine Tina's bosom in the flesh to see if some deception was at work. She took Tina in the back for a private inspection.
    "Ten minutes later, she came back in with an amazed look on her face. 'Guys,' she said, 'I can't believe it but they're definitely for real. They're the biggest breasts I've ever seen, but there's no doubt about it — they're absolutely real.' Tina was in."
    "Wow!" Jack murmured, "this sounds fantastic!"
    "Jack," Miss Simpson continued, "Tina's really got the equipment we dream about in members — she's just stupendous. I mean, simply by joining she became our most beautiful and buxom member — in my opinion, it's not even close! Now she's ready for her first Club date. And, Jack, she says she just can't wait to get it on with a Club member.
    "I guess the question is, Jack," Miss Simpson went on, "whether you're available, and I'm talking about tonight! I've noted that your Club dates have decreased quite a bit over the past few months. Something about a hot little number from England taking up a whole lot of your time, I understand?"
    "That's true," Jack said. "I met a really great young girl from London who is not only sweet, smart, funny, curvy, and beautiful but also wears a K-cup bra. We spend at least a weekend a month together and, frankly, we're starting to get pretty serious about each other.
    "But our understanding is that for now, at least, we're non-monogamous lovers, free to sample other treats. This means I'm available this weekend — even tonight — but my relationship with Jenny has made me really picky about who I spend it with. So," he concluded, "tell me more about Tina."
    "Tina," Miss Simpson responded, "has moved to LA from Rio de Janeiro on at least a full-time temporary basis. Her beauty and love equipment are so extraordinary that we're setting her up for dates even though we have yet to put together a portfolio of pictures for the membership to examine. Of course, until she has her first date there could never be a love tape for other members to view with an eye toward setting up a future encounter.
    "We almost never propose a date to a member like you without the availability of some still pictures at least so that you can see if the young lady appeals to you." Miss Simpson conceded. "But, Jack, from what I understand, if you were able to lay eyes on Tina, you would see why we're making an exception in her case. In fact, you're going to cream in your jeans when you see her if you're not careful. I don't know her actual cup size, but she really is said to have two of the biggest breasts in the world! In fact, if you were to calculate a ratio of breast size to slim-ness and curvaceous-ness, Tina might set a world record for being so slim and curvy but also so astonishingly buxom. On top of that, she's really so very beautiful — almost beyond drop-dead gorgeous!"
    "You're certainly making this very tempting," Jack said.
    "Good," Miss Simpson chuckled, "that's the idea. And there's more. Tina actually made an underground striptease loop back in Brazil when she was only thirteen or so; her tits — 28Ks at the time, I'm told — were almost too big to believe even back then. Because of her age, the police confiscated most of the tapes, and they are mostly unavailable today. The few club members who have seen the tapes, however, say her chest was simply mind-boggling. And remember, she's a whole lot bigger up top now at age 21! And as I mentioned, she is said to be slim, super-curvy, and beautiful almost beyond belief.
    And, as you know, Brazilian girls are said to be just about the most passionate lovers one can find anywhere! Tina is supposed to be no exception. By the way, have you seen videos or magazine layouts of Angelica, the young, gorgeous, super-buxom Brazilian porn star with the 36J tits?"
    "Actually, yes," said Jack. "What a pair of tits on her!"
    "Jack," Miss Simpson responded, "Tina's bosom makes Angelica's chest look as flat as a pancake in comparison. And Tina's much more beautiful, even though Angelica is a real beauty for sure. She's even more passionate than Angelica, if you can believe that! Angelica, after all, is a real firecracker, just about the most passionate porn actress on the screen! Tina, in other words, is a fantastic, once in a lifetime, opportunity.
    "I especially should add," Miss Simpson went on, "that Tina has seen a tape of you and also tapes of some other Club members. Jack, there's a reason I'm calling you first. Guess what, big guy? She's yours for tonight if you want her. She wants you! It's your call, Jack. You decide. But you've got to do it right this minute."
    "It's tempting, very tempting, Miss Simpson," Jack mused. "I certainly could use a date tonight — it's been a long time! Just let me think for a second."
    "I've told you that Tina saw a tape of you, Jack," Miss Simpson interjected. "Would it help the decision process if I told you that the tape she viewed was the one taken a year ago with Felicia Face from Philadelphia."

Part Four: Felicia

Chapter 19

"Ah, yes, Felicia Face," Jack said dreamily. "She was that probationary Club member so new that we had no date tape of her, either — only still pictures. When you tried to fix me up with her over the phone but told me she measured 30-18-28, I tried to beg off on the date," Jack recalled.
    "Yes, you did," Miss Simpson chuckled, "except that when you heard that her bra size was actually 30N, your interest definitely perked up. And when you saw pictures of her, you were ready to head to Penn Station to grab the first train to Philly!"
    "You bet," Jack laughed, "and when I heard that this really cute, black eighteen-year-old was a single mother whose six month-old baby refused to nurse anymore and needed some serious help from us as a result, I really couldn't get down to Philly fast enough! I had nursed a young mother several times as a teenager and I knew how exciting it could be. I was ready!
    Yep," Jack went on, "I sure do remember Felicia Face. She lived in a row house in a kind of marginal neighborhood at 44^th and Baltimore near the University of Pennsylvania. Actually, I sat in my car outside her house with the Club videotape assistant for a while wondering if we really wanted to go in at all."
    "But you did," recalled Miss Simpson, "and I don't think you had any regrets."
    "None," said Jack. "In fact, I was blown away when she answered the door. She was alone; the baby was at her mother's. Felicia was pretty light skinned; from her features, though — her amazing, actually monstrously thick and juicy lips, for one thing — you could easily tell she was African-American. She was barely five feet tall, and her N-cup tits were so huge that I don't know how she kept from tipping over, as tiny as she was.
    "Her face was so beautiful, and her complexion was just flawless. Felicia was just super-cute, with almond-shaped eyes, and a small, perfectly proportioned nose. She was so good-looking that, had I seen her on the street, I would have done a triple-take and then thought about trying to pick her up, the hell with our differences in age and race.
    "In addition to being so cute and curvy, Felicia's tits (which had been 'only' Gs before she got pregnant), were just unbelievably massive and firm. She was only wearing a custom-made nursing bra under a wide-open muumuu — no panties! — and her tits (and pussy) were just hanging out for the grabbing — God! — she told me she was ready for me to nurse her right on the spot. Shit!
    "Her milk-swollen tits hung to down her waist at least — and they were so firm and so round and so amazingly wide. Each was way bigger than her head! And her 3" nipples just stuck straight out through her open bra flaps, begging to be licked and suckled and then drained."
    "So you were her breast pump, eh, Jack?" chuckled Miss Simpson.
    "Oh, man," Jack retorted, "she was so fine. As I said, the thing I noticed after her tits was her lips; they were just outrageously thick and wet and juicy and just stuck way, way out the way I like 'em. What she really wanted me to do was to fuck her and suck her at the same time — and right away. The problem was that her cunt was so tight and tiny, even after having a baby. My thick hard-on would have done her in. So, I started by gently playing with her so-huge breasts a little, and then slowly undressing her — nursing bra first, of course. Then I undressed myself. When she saw my gigantic cock, which by that time was as hard as a rock, she almost turned white," Jack chuckled.
    "What did you do about that," asked Miss Simpson, who, Jack had begun to suspect, got off on hearing the details of Club dates. Based on her lingering descriptions of the female members of the Club in particular, Jack was actually beginning to question the nature of Miss Simpson's sexual orientation!
    "Well," Jack went on, we went into her bedroom and I started eating her out and gently playing with those massive balloons up top. After about half an hour she was really getting hot and bothered. Then we shifted positions and she started sucking on as much of my cock as she could handle; the rest she just licked and tongued like an ice cream cone.
    I want you to know that her swollen tit mounds hung down so far that I could actually suckle her right nipple while she blew my joint. Wow, the sweet milk that gushed out of her nipples into my mouth. And, man, the way those super-thick lips nursed my cock; I've never had a blow job with lips as monstrously thick as that. She sucked and licked for an hour. It was a real turn-on!
    "After I had pretty much relieved her aching right tit, we decided to see about really getting it on. Her pussy was now absolutely sopping wet, so that looked like as good a time as any. I sucked and licked her cunt for a while, and then slowly eased the head of my cock into her twat. It was really a tight fit; I had to work it in very carefully. I did finally manage to get it in; before long about four inch's worth of cock had eased down into her hot little cunt. Then I hit bottom, so I kept gently easing and pumping my prick slowly in and out of her tight, hot, wet pussy.
    "Meanwhile, I went back to her massive bosom and starting nursing her left breast. The more I nursed and sucked milk from her nipple, the deeper my cock would go into her pussy. Before long I had stretched her cunt way out and had buried that sucker all the way down to her womb. Felicia was moaning with ecstasy, 'cause she had never been fucked like that before, even by her big-cock boy friends from the 'hood. By that time the fit was perfect. Her pussy was slick and slippery but really tight — the way a guy really likes it. By this time I was pounding in and out of her pussy like a pile-driver."
    "Sounds like a successful Club date," Miss Simpson commented dryly.
    "You bet," Jack acknowledged with a laugh. "As we fucked and sucked and kissed and hugged, Felicia started having orgasm after orgasm. I think she came about twenty times before I creamed for the first time. When I finally did come, I just filled that tight little twat up with tons of spunk. It had nowhere to go and we were just swimming in jizz as it gushed out of her pussy.
    "I was so hot," Jack went on, "that I just kept going — I never even lost my hard-on. All the spunk in her twat just made things more lubricated so I just keep pumping away. I was wild.
    "Just when I wondered if my erection would keep holding up, Felicia eased herself into my lap. We kept right on fucking as I grabbed her cute little ass and, while I sat still, eased her cunt up and down along the full length of my prick. She put her arms around me and we started soul kissing with abandon.
    Those huge, huge, thick lips — it was like French kissing with a giant-lipped Ubangi from Africa. With her mouth wide open, Felicia's enormous lips actually covered up my whole mouth. And all the while her tongue wouldn't stop thrusting in and out of my mouth. Man, she was just tongue-fucking my face.
    "Those tits! They hung down so far that they were resting in her lap while we hugged and kissed and fucked. My hands were just pulling on them and squeezing them and mashing them like crazy. Miss Simpson, those huge tits were so sexy and exciting.
    "At that point, I started to get really, really hard again. After one of our five-minute soul kisses ended, I started licking and sucking on her lips. Honest to God, Miss Simpson, it was almost like sucking on B-sized breasts!
    After about two minutes of that, I got ultra-rock hard and started shooting load after load of spunk into her pussy — which was still filled with cum from our first go-around — as I moved her up and down on my cock. Then, Felicia started coming herself in waves of orgasms; her pussy just become spastic and out of control with her multiple orgasms.
    "Holy shit!" Jack recalled, "Felicia Face! After that, we snuggled for a few minutes, then started wildly kissing and sucking and licking each other just about everywhere. Then Felicia started giving me a tit massage all over my body with her monster 30N hooters. She left trails of tit-milk all over my skin. What a turn-on! After only about half an hour of that I was pounding away in her tight little pussy again. What a recovery!
    "She kept telling me, 'it hurts so bad, honey, but it feels so good, sweetheart, please, Jack, don't stop, keeping fucking me real hard, oh baby, baby! Love me all night long, precious!'
    "Hey! I'm not easy, Miss Simpson, but I can be had! So what the hell, I spent the night. By morning, I had come a total of nine times, and she had come about a hundred times, probably because of her totally sensitive, milk-filled titties.
    "I finished up our lovemaking by nursing her in the morning again. I then fucked her twice more — once during each breast feeding while suckling her and having tit milk for my breakfast. Then, I took my spent body back to New York. The video taper — It was Joyce from Haverford, as I recall — was long gone, so I just walked outside, jumped on a Route 34 trolley car to 30^th Street Station, and caught the first train back to Manhattan. As for Felicia, she was so sore she could hardly walk. But was she happy? You bet!"
    "But there was never a repeat, was there, Jack?" Miss Simpson asked.
    "No, ma'am," Jack replied. "For some reason I can't figure out, she married her loser, no-account boy friend, the father of her baby, about two weeks later and that was that for Felicia's Club membership. I have thought about how nice it would be to look her up again, but as you know that's a real Club no-no! Once a member gets married, they are totally off limits. You can actually be kicked out of the Club for breaking that rule. So I'll have to rely on my memories, and my tapes, of course, of the amazing Felicia Face," Jack concluded.

Chapter 20

"Jack, getting back to Tina Suarez," Miss Simpson continued, "that Felicia tape really did the trick for her. She is really anxious to spend time with you — after seeing that tape of you and Felicia, you're the one she wants. One look at your giant putz, your body-builder's body, your handsome face, and your fantastic loving techniques, and Tina announced, 'That's the guy I want; I just have to have that guy, he's so fantastic!' If you're available and interested, she could borrow a Club member's house on Geddes Drive in Hollywood for the date.
    In fact," Miss Simpson continued, "you could shack up for the whole weekend if you two really hit it off and your bodily fluids and libido last that long, Jack," Miss Simpson concluded, "this is up to you, but as great as our membership's love equipment usually is, a weekend with Tina is probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I hope you'll say yes.
    "I should add," Miss Simpson said, "that we have lots of members in the area who would jump at the chance if you beg off. You can well imagine that the male committee members who approved her membership would be the first guys in line. In fact, Tina saw some tapes of guys she would be willing to spend her first date with if you're unavailable.
    But, Jack, she's really hot for you! She actually started playing with herself while watching your video with Felicia. Before it was over she was moaning, writhing, and ramming four fingers in and out of her pussy — her cunt was so wet that I could hear sucking sounds as she masturbated. She actually seemed to come three times during the tape. Jack, she's so hot for you — what do you say? Why not give the poor girl a break?"
    Jack had to think it over for only a second. The outcome was never in doubt — especially given his present terminal horniness! He really needed to get laid in the worst way. And the hell with Casey James! Tina sounded as if her tits were twice as big as Ms James' alleged 126JJJ set of jugs, anyway. And Tina was actually begging for it! Shit! With Casey, he'd be the beggar and would probably come up empty! Tina? Bring her on!
    He didn't much like the idea of making a date with someone whose tapes or pictures he hadn't studied. Plus, he would have only an hour or so to shower and get ready before he had to head over to the love nest he and Tina would use for the session.
    But given the hour no other Club date was likely to materialize for this weekend. The alternative was to remain as horny as hell. Well, Felicia had certainly worked out well even though he had not been able to see a tape of her in advance, Casey James was likely to give him a slap in the face if he even suggested going out after the show, and, besides, Miss Simpson had yet to steer him wrong.
    "Miss Simpson," Jack said, "call Tina and tell her to expect me this evening at eight. Give me the address and directions so I'll know where to go. From your description of Tina, I might be in for the weekend of my life. Frankly, I can't wait. Thanks very much for the call."

End of Book One