Dr Hooters - Pt XLI by the Road Dog FRIENDS FROM AFAR "A-a-a-y-y-eeeee!", shouted Suki, "I won! I won! I won! I WON!" She bounded down the stairs three at a time, making horrid clump! clump! clump! noises as she ran. Bursting into the kitchen, it took her almost two minutes to stop jiggling after she stopped running. She waved the envelope in her mother's surprised face. "I won, Mummy! See?" "Just what did you win, Sooks?", her mother asked, using the fa- miliar nickname she had heard other girls using for her daughter. "A trip to FLORIDA! In the orange juice promotion!", Suki shout- ed. "Remember? I filled out the forms, oh, it must have been a year ago now, and sent them off. Trish and Penny said I was wasting my time. They said I was out of my head!" Suki's im- mense breasts heaved with excitement as she gasped for air to keep talking. "Penny said I was just daft. 'All these things you send off for, Sooks, and you never win a penny' ", she laughed, imitating her older sister perfectly. "Anyway, stuff HER! I've won! Up YOURS, sister Pen!" Her moth- er looked disapproving. Her daughter was developing a language problem. The girl went on regardless. "A month in Florida! Dis- ney World! The Space Center! The beach! Oh Mum, its BRILL! Here, look what it says!" She shoved the envelope under her mother's nose. Sukie's mother read down the notice. 'Congratulations! You and three friends or relatives have just won a month in sunny Florida courtesy of the Tropicalia Corporation. You will be leaving out of Heathrow Airport for Orlando via British Airways on the flight of your choice. Five thousand dollars American will be provided for shopping and incidental expenses. Please contact our office at the number below for further details.' Moving the notice out to arm's length, Suki's mother managed to read the rest of it. "It *looks* real enough", she said. *Course* its real!", yelled Suki, and all the fancy plates on the Welsh dresser rang with the sound. "We're going to FLORIDA!!" She bounced out of the kitchen, shouting after her sisters. "Penny! Trish! Hey! GUESS WHAT!!!" Sukie's mother shook her head. In the three months that had passed since Katie's visit, her whole world had been turned up- side-down. Before, she had had to supervise three rambunctious girls. Then, hey! bang! Katie shows up with her friend Jen- nie from the Lab. Without so much as a by-your-leave, they douse the girls with some potion, and they all sprout breasts the size of footballs, even the littlest one. So big they had grown, in fact, that the school didn't want to deal with the chaos they caused just by showing up every morning, and sent them home for the term. Now, it was a full-time job just beating the village boys away from the windows. From the sound of it, Suki had managed to locate her two sisters, as the noise level in the cottage had just increased by a factor of three. Suki's mother heard shouts and screams from upstairs, then more clump-clump-clump noises as Penny, Trisha, and Suki all but fell down the stairs and burst into the kitchen. Instantly, she was awash in a heaving mass of blonde hair and breast-flesh as her daughters all tried to talk at once... "Sooks, I can't believe..." "... a bit hot down there, shouldn't wonder." "Five thousand dollars? How much is that in real money?" "What d'you reckon American boys'll be like?" "**Course** they speak English there! It's America. We taught 'em how!" "Can't imagine you'll have any problems with that, Sooks. Just open a couple of buttons, and they'll drop, just like the local talent." "...that giantess on the 'telly. Two hundred feet tall, she was. In Miami. That's in Florida, isn't it?" "'A car! They give us a car! A Cadillac. Is that one of those long ones?" "...that nice Missus Shaw can make us up some swim suits before we go..." Trisha was taking advantage of the general disorder to make off with some unwatched goodies when she turned too quickly and knocked the sugar jar off its perch for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Their mother shook her head and reached for a broom to clean up the mess. Too big for their own good, she thought. She shusshed the girls. "No one's going anywhere tonight, girls, and anyway, I don't know if your father will let me go to Florida with you for a whole month." "Oh Mum!", groaned Suki in an adolescent fit of embarassment at her hopeless mother. "I was going to ask **Katie** to come along!" *************************************************************** Preparations for the girls' departure continued apace in the Mal- lory household. There were tickets to pick up, schedules to check, clothes to mend, and wash, and buy. The first installment of Suki's five thousand US dollars came in, just over three thou- sand in 'real money', and the girls put it to good use. Joan Shaw had her work cut out designing, sewing and stitching togeth- er beach wear for the trip, especially since Katie had agreed to come along as chaperone. Katie had grown up a lot, in more ways than one, since her last visit to the cottage. If anything, the miraculous expansion of her bosom had given her a boost in confidence and self-assurance. She was a much more responsible young woman, and seemed to have learned a great deal from the whole affair at the Lab. The girls were all in an absolute lather. Bored with sticking around the house after getting pitched out of school, the three sisters Mallory spent all their considerable energy in planning the trip. Which left them no time for boys, Mrs. Mallory thought with quiet relief. All that summer, it seemed, Mrs. Mallory had been flushing boys out of every nook and cranny of the property. Not that you could blame them, really. Since that fateful day in late spring when Katie and Jennie had decided to use them as laboratory rats for their breast-growth potion, her three little girls had blossomed into the belles of the county. Word had spread beyond the con- fines of the village, and there were all sorts of strange, mascu- line voices on the phone these days when Mrs. Mallory picked it up. Penny, the tallest and prettiest of the three at thirteen, was kind of a serious girl, but her seriousness also affected the af- fairs of her heart, and what should have been her first calf- loves were exploded all out of proportion. She was either moon- ing about the house over some boy she had just broken up with, or nervous and jittery about some boy she'd just met. Little Trisha, 'nine at Christmas' as she put it, had all the equipment but was still looking for the owner's manual. Her pre- cociously developed body, with her thick blonde mane and great swelling womanly breasts, attracted boys in swarms, but she didn't seem to know what to do with them when she got them. Her mother was always pulling her out of haystacks, barns, groves, and other isolated places with some boy at least six or seven years older than she was. The problem was, Trisha looked most often to Suki for guidance. And Suki was hell on wheels. She learned early on that her huge breasts hypnotised boys, and that she could reduce them to a state of near incoherence by just undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse. Reveling in her new-found power, Suki seldom kept any boy around after she had gotten what she wanted out of him. And that never took long at all. By the time the news came about the sweepstakes, Suki had broken nearly every heart from (Summerford) to (Shropshire).[...for ten miles in just about ev- ery direction...(?)] The day before the planned departure, Trisha got sick of all the tension and hubbub in the cottage, snuck out the back door, and bounded over the fields to the pond where she and Suki had been playing the day Suki fell in and Daniel and Liam had fished her out. To her mind, the pond was a special place, a lucky place, one obviously linked with her first overtly sexual experience and the subsequent growth of her breasts. Finding the pond deserted, Trisha sat under one of the spreading willows and waited. She twisted a lock of her thick blonde hair between her fingers and inserted it in her mouth. All four of the Mallory girls were blonde, but Suki's and Katie's was rather fine, whereas Penny always cut hers short. Trisha had opted for growing hers out, and it fell down her back in great golden cas- cades, framing an oval face still slightly pudgy with baby fat, and two of the most desirable breasts in the whole of England. She heard someone whistling up the path, and soon Daniel's older brother Martin came into view, carrying a fishing rod. "Hi, Martin", Trisha called out to him. Martin turned. "Oh, hullo, Trish", he answered. "We're going to America in the morning, you know. Suki and Penny and me." "'So oi 'eard', Martin replied. 'You lot'll forget us with all them flash American blokes, then!" Trisha patted the ground next to her. "Sit down here next to me, Martin", she commanded. It hadn't taken Trisha long to learn that you could order boys as you wished if you had a forty-four inch bust to offer them. Martin plopped down beside Trisha and put down his fishing pole. "Heard you and your sisters got the push from school, then", he said, by way of making small talk. "Yeah", Trisha answered. "They said we was causing too much has- sle at school. Said the other kids wasn't getting any work done for thinking about our tits. Sounds like a loada balls to me!" Pulling her hand through her hair, Trisha looked up at Martin. He was all of fourteen, she thought. A few short months ago, all she could do was look. Now, things had changed. She smoothed her skirt over her lap, reaching under her volumi- nous breasts to do so. "You know, Martin, I've always sort of fancied you", she purred. Martin swallowed hard. "Liam's putting it around you're *his* girl", he replied, trying to dodge Trisha's thrust. "Oh, Liam's just a baby", giggled Trisha. "He's older than you are", Martin parried. Trisha tossed back her hair in what she hoped would be a seduc- tive manner. This did, however, have the effect of pushing her big breasts to within an inch or so of Martin's nose, so the ges- ture was not lost on him. "That's silly", she continued. "Ev- erybody knows girls mature a lot faster than boys!" The amount of rumor, half-truth, misinformation, and downright lies which had collected around the Mallory sisters served Martin very poorly in the present situation. Every boy in the village claimed to have, at one time or another, done something, some- where, to Penny, Suki, or Trisha. But when the truth was told, they were all more than a little afraid of them. Moving closer in towards Martin, Trisha leaned her large, soft breasts against his arm. Martin went hard immediately, which added rather to his discomfort. Damn!, he thought, this little tart's only eight years old. I could go to jail for this! He put his arm around her waist, which caused Trisha to snuggle up close against him. I'll just follow her lead, he thought. She seems to know what she wants. If she starts to complain, I'll stop. God, I hope she complains. Martin bent his face over Trisha's, who crushed her lips against his in a fervent kiss. Suki had told her that boys liked it when you used your tongue in kissing, so she pried Martin's mouth open with hers. The force of her assault bowled him over onto the ground, and Trisha landed on top of him, still glued to his mouth. Surprised to find himself on the ground with Trisha sprawled across his chest, Martin tried to get up. Trisha pushed him back on the shoulders, and continued kissing him feverishly. This was fun, she thought, and she was starting to feel a little weak and watery between her legs, like she did when her breasts grew. Recovering his senses, Martin reached up and began unbuttoning Trisha's blouse. The first two buttons flew open quickly, re- vealing the tops of Trisha's heaving, swaying breasts and her black bra. Then, she collapsed on top of him, grinding her chest against his in an avalanche of breast-flesh. This made it a bit hard to get at the rest of the buttons. The uproar in Trisha's nether regions continued to grow. It didn't feel ticklish, she thought. It felt more like something needed tickling down there. In response to Martin's groping, fumbling efforts, she undid the rest of her buttons and tossed away her shirt. She sat up on Martin's chest to give him a clear view of her unparalleled assets. "Don't you like my big tits, Martin?", she teased. She pressed her hands against the sack-like cups, forcing a vast amount of eight-year-old breast-meat up over the tops. "Uh-uh-uh", was the only thing that came out of his mouth as she collapsed against him again. Now, she became aware for the first time of Martin's erection, pressing insistently against her stom- ach. She inched a bit further down, until she was straddling Martin's thighs. "What's this?", she asked, digging around under Martin's trousers until she found the source of her discomfort. Martin howled as her fingers closed around his turgid dick. "Oh", she crowed. "Its a hard-on, isn't it? Do I turn you on, Martin?" Everything Suki had told her about this wonderful organ came rushing into Trisha's mind. Now, she had one of her own to play with! She opened his zipper and pulled down his briefs. Mar- tin's hard-on shot up perpendicular from his flocculent thatch of newly-sprouted pubic-hair. "Oooh, it's LOVELY!", Trisha giggled. She grabbed it by the shaft and began pressing it against her crotch, where her panties shielded that little hooded knob Suki had taught her to rub at night, after her Mum and Dad had gone to bed. Martin could barely contain himself. He stared up at Trisha, who was twisting his dick this way and that like it was the gear shift knob on a car. Her massive breasts heaved with her in- creasing passion, and her blonde hair bounced against her shoul- ders. Trisha pulled her panties off, and covered Martin's dick and her increasingly humid pubic regions with her skirt. Gasping now with desire, she pushed Martin's dick against her clit, feeling pulse after pulse of pleasure as she pressed his hardness against her slickening knob. Would she dare to put it inside? Penny had never done it. Even Suki, for all her slutty ways, had never done it. She, Trisha, youngest of them all, would be the first real woman among them, if she dared. She dared. Rearing up on her knees, she inserted the head of Martin's dick between her labiae, and impaled herself upon it. Something put up a bit of resistance, then she felt his shaft penetrate her fully. Surprisingly, it didn't feel as good as it did when she was rub- bing it against her little knob, but it did feel pleasant and oddly filling. Then she found that by leaning forward, she could rub a part of Martin's dick against that important little spot, and the pleasant sensations returned. Ashen-faced, Martin watched in disbelief as Trisha rode his dick with increasing insistence. She was obviously enjoying it, he thought. Her face was twisted in delight, and the wet heat of her pussy indicated to him that, well hell! she was getting as much out of it as he was. Maybe more! Pride began to seep in as the realization of what he was doing sank in. I'm fucking Trisha Mallory, he thought, No damn Yank's gonna be the first one up this hole, for Chrisssake! 'Ingerland, Ingerland, Ingerland...' he sang to himself, and began pumping away for Queen and Country. Trisha felt his seed gush out, flooding her insides with its sticky warmth. She was disappointed though, when his organ went strangely limp after. What was wrong with these boys?, she thought. They spend all their time talking about it, then five minutes later they go all soggy. Matter-of-factly, she pulled herself off Martin, used her panties to clean herself, threw them into the bushes, and helped Martin to his feet. She felt obliged to give him another kiss. "Uh, Martin", she stammered. "I'm sorry..." "S'alright, Trish", Martin replied, cleaning his own self off. "I guess there's got to be a first time..." Trisha exploded with laughter. "You mean, it was your first time too?" Martin nodded. She pulled her shirt back on, recovering her high spirits instantly. "At least I won't be flying off to America as the last of the Great British Virgins. Thank you, Martin. I'll look you up when we get back!" She bounded off with her accustomed puppyish enthusiasm. "See ya later", she shouted, as she disappeared around the turn in the path. Martin buckled his belt. "Uh, you're welcome", he said softly. "See ya later."