Dr Hooters - Pt. LV by the Road Dog BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY They didn't get back from Pompano Beach until well after midnight that night, what with all the chasing around Amanda made them do, down to Miami to her mother's apartment, off to the north again to Boca Raton to some beachfront cottage. Not a soul at home at either place. And then Amanda made them stop every fifteen min- utes to dial some number from a pay phone. So, reluctantly, the caravan headed north once again, back to Century Beach up an interminable I-95. Still, it had been a mem- orable ride, what with the six-car pile-up they caused when ev- eryone got out to check a noise under Chrissy's hood. Despite the late hour, Ginny saw a light still on in Jeremy's kitchen, and decided to wander over to investigate. Parking her Dodge Dynasty in the street, she waved all the others good night and wandered up the walk to Jeremy's porch. What a slut I am, she thought. I can't even wait until morning like the others to get some mileage out of these big new tits of mine. Peering in through the window, she saw Jeremy seated at the kitchen table, finishing up the scraps of the Sunday paper. He was wearing a pair of jean cut-offs, and his broad muscular chest was bare. Damn if Amanda's milk hasn't done him as much good as its done me, she thought. The little nerd looks like a Greek god now. She tapped on the window pane, and Jeremy looked up. "Damn! Ginny! Where the hell have you girls been all day? ", Jeremy asked as he held the door opened for the curly-haired, freckled Ginny. Then he saw the n ew development for the first time, as well as the effect of Marina's undergarments. "God DAMN, Ginny! Aren't you all ever gonna stop growing tits over there?" Ginny swung her big new breasts around until they were just level with Jeremey's face. "What's the matter? Don't you like 'em?", she teased. "After all, its not like they come with a thirty-day money-back guarantee." "What's not to like?", he replied. "Do all the girls over there look like you?" "Some are bigger", she answered. "Some of us aren't so big, but, yeah, we've all grown." Jeremy pulled a chair out for her at the table, noticing that he needed to pull it out quite a bit farther than before to accomo- date her than before. God, he thought, her tits are big as all hell now. He could see the tops of them with their generous splash of freckles peeking out of the top of her shirt, and he felt himself stiffening in spite of his best efforts. "I've paid fifteen dollars a shot lots a times to see smaller tits than yours, Ginny", he confessed, pouring her a beer from the refrigerator. "Not exactly what a girl wants to hear at one o' clock in the morning from a man she cares deeply about, Jer", she laughed, "but it'll do 'til you get a little more romance in your soul." "Like you should talk, Gin", he taunted her. "What'd you come over here to do, anyway? Read poetry?" He found her mouth, and kissed her deeply and passionately. Ginny stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her enlarged breasts crushing against his naked chest like two soft, warm pillows of flesh. She forgot about the beer. Jeremy swept her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, where he deposited her on the big double bed. Then he crawled in on top of her, running his fingers through her hair and kissing her about the face, neck and shoulders. "Go ahead", Ginny whispered huskily. "Take my shirt off. You know you want to." Jeremy pulled at the cotton cable-knit top, which slipped off of Ginny much more easily than he expected it to. Holding it in his hand, he stared down at her huge white bra. "Damn, Ginny, where'd you get the dope underwear?" He traced the outline of the spacious cups with his fingers, then ran his hands up the straps to her freckled shoulders, where he began to loosen them and slip them down her arms. "I didn't know they made a bra this big. You could rock a couple of twin babies to sleep in this thing!" Slipping out of her bra, Ginny shook her huge freckled breasts provocatively in Jeremy's face, the thumb-sized nipples stiffen- ing in the air-conditioning. Jeremy lifted one to his mouth and kissed it on the side. The effort made his biceps bulge slight- ly. Then Ginny reached out and touched Jeremy's shorts. And screamed. "Shit! Ginny! You wanna wake Steve up?", he hissed. "Its a monster, Jer!" Jeremy stripped away his cut-offs to reveal his insistent erec- tion. "Its not **that** big, Gin", he tried to calm her. "Be- sides, did you think you girls were doing all the growing?" "I'm sorry, Jeremy", Ginny apologized, sobbing slightly. "Its just, I'm scared. I wanted to make love to you with my big new breasts, but now, I don't think that'll fit up inside me!" She grabbed the mighty shaft with one hand and gave it a tentative stroke, moving her arm about thirty degrees from the elbow in do- ing so. "Its so big!" "Look, Gin darling", Jeremy soothed her. "We don't have to do the bone dance tonight. I was gonna go to bed and do the wash in the morning, before my kid brother gets here. I wasn't expecting my big little freckled girlfriend to show up dripping at my door at one o' clock in the morning." "But I WANT to, Jer", she moaned, stripping away her blue jeans. "What's the use of having big tits if you can't share them with the man you love?" Jeremy laughed. "Ask Courtney", he said. "I bet she's got a thousand uses for **her** big tits that don't require a man to be anything more than a walking ATM!" "You're such a cynic, Jeremy!", Ginny laughed, causing her mas- sive breasts to shake and quiver like two tubs of Jell-o. "And you're such a dear", Jeremy replied, stripping off Ginny's panties to reveal her furry, humid womanhood, already glistening with the dew of her desire. "You love me, God knows why, and its more than I deserve. Well, lets go ahead." He straddled her and aimed the head of his massive dick at the center of her patch. She grabbed it and began stroking his glans against the slicken- ing outer labiae and clitoris, moaning lowly as she did so. This, of course, coupled with the sight of seeing his girl- friend's now-immense freckled breasts heaving like a storm-tossed patch of ocean, had the effect of inflaming Jeremy beyond reason. He plunged his rod into Ginny's love-pot, but, despite her copi- ous lubrication, was unable to get even all of the fist-sized head inside. He groaned with frustration. "I'm too big, Gin", he complained. "I don't want to hurt you, baby." Ginny massaged her huge breasts, kneading them like two huge piles of dough. "Stick your big dick between my big, big tits, lover", she whispered. "I can take it there!" Swallowing hard, Jeremy removed the head of his dick from Ginny's cunt and walked up on his knees until his huge prong was just amout poking her in the eyes. Then he lowered it gently into the great chasm between Ginny's boobs and sighed as she closed her great mams around it, enclosing it in a warm, fleshy embrace. "I always dreamed about having tits big enough to do this, Jer", Ginny confessed. "It makes me feel like such a woman." Jeremy began to slide his huge shaft in and out of the great canyon of Ginny's cleavage, shuddering at the sensations he felt as she pressed against her ham-sized boobs with her hands, in- creasing and releasing the pressure as he pumped. "I love your big tits, Gin! I'm so glad they've gotten so big!", he gasped. He lengthened and deepened his thrusts, as if he were plowing Ginny's breasts for the spring planting in Iowa. To Ginny's surprise, her breasts responded to Jeremy's dick's rubbing by sending spasms of pleasure down her abdomen into her genital regions, and she realized she was probably going to or- gasm just from Jeremy's tit-fucking. God, she thought, what a great body to have! Big, sensitive tits and a sopping wet pussy. I'm gonna be this man's lifetime fuck-bunny, and love every minute of it! Jeremy, for his part, was finding that having three to four times more erectile tissue to work with required a bit more logistic work, but it resulted in a sixteen- to sixty-four-fold increase in raw sensation. He felt uniquely potent and powerful, as he felt his dick contract and relax much further from his body then he had ever thought possible. Finally, with a great shudder as his dick spasmed from its red, swollen head down to the baseball- sized sack of his balls, Jeremy came, and began to erupt in great, steaming clots all over Ginny's face, neck, shoulders, hair, as well as his pillow and sheets. Ginny, too, felt herself cresting as Jeremy began grinding his balls hard against her aching tits in his powerful orgasm. She baptised his lower sheets as effectively with her ejaculate as Jeremy was doing with his to his upper sheets. Minutes later, as the tingle and hum of their mutual orgasms began to subside, they cuddled together in one of the few dry spots they could find. "Good thing you're going to do the wash tomorrow, Jer", Ginny said, nestling against Jeremy's chest. "Just one question, Gin", Jeremy asked her. "Is Karen as big as you are?" "Bigger, I think", she responded. "Steve's gonna go ape-shit", Jeremy said. "I better not count on him getting any yard work done tomorrow." "I got a question too, Jeremy." "What's that?", he answered. "Is Steve as big as you are?" "No", Jeremy replied with more than a touch of pride. "He's pretty big, but not as big as me. He's got about fourteen, fif- teen inches. I got around eighteen." "Good", Ginny remarked. "I think they want kids." ************************************************ Nothing like early morning to get the shopping done, Courtney thought as she pushed her cart down the produce aisle at the Pub- lix supermarket. No lines, no fighting for the best stuff. I need to do this more often. She was dressed in khaki shorts, sandals, and the cream-colored silk blouse she had picked up the at Marina's the day before, and her long red hair fell in great, thick waves off her head onto her neck and shoulders, cascading down her back. Her fifty-seven inches of newly-grown breast-tissue jutted out proudly in front of her like the prow of a ship, firmly anchored by Marina's un- derwear. One man, smiling wistfully as she passed, remarked, "I'd give a hundred dollars to see a set like that, and I'd die happy!" On impulse she smiled at him and said, "One hundred thirty, and you're on!" Surprised to see himself involved in commerce following an idle remark, the fellow checked his wallet. Nodding his head, he told the statuesque redhead, "If you mean it, I got it!" Courtney motioned for him to step behind a display of yucca roots. And so, it took Courtney less than twenty seconds, instead of a half an hour as she had predicted, to recoupe the cost of Mari- na's silk blouse. "I think I could get used to this, Susan", Tom told her as he cupped her gigantic bronze breasts in his large hands. "I mean, I've always considered myself more of a hair-and-ass man, but I have to admit, your big tits look damned good on you!" Susan reached over her head and ran her hands through her thick mane of long black hair, which spread out behind her, covering about six inches of Tom's lower legs with their silky softness. "I still have my same hair", she boasted. "And my same ass. That hasn't changed." Softly caressing her sixty-three inches of mammalian magnifi- cence, Tom sighed. "No", he disagreed. "They're better, too. Your hair is longer. Thicker. And your ass is firmer, higher. Is there some strange Korean sex goddess you've been praying to that we poor benighted Westerners don't know anything about?" Susan slapped him playfully on his naked thigh. "Bad boy!", she scolded. "You know I'm third generation in this country, and lapsed Presbyterian to boot. Anyway, even if Mistress Yawaza could work such miracles, she'd have to have done it for all of us!" "Cheaper by the dozen? Group rates?" Susan collapsed over the top of him, grinding her large new breasts into the thick red mat of his chest hair. God, this feels so good, she thought. And just look at him. He's so happy with my big boobs, he looks like he's going to dissolve right away. She rubbed them slowly against his chest, and felt the in- sistent prod of his manhood awake against the inside of her left thigh. Tom put a big hand behind her head, and crushed her lips against his in a wild and savage kiss. Meanwhile, he softly and cau- tiously aligned his hips so that his dick brushed lightly against Susan's humectant love-mound. He felt her slickness increase with his touch. Good, he thought, she knows I'm here. And I don't think now's the time to ask her if she thinks Amanda would mind singing backup for the band on Friday night. ************************************************ In the evening, Jeremy marched them all out to the beach and posed them in the infamous Internet Cheerleaders pose; Karen, Chrissy, Courtney, and Susan, with Tarah taking the place of the missing Keesha. How he had managed to get his hands on the uni- forms no one asked, but by the time they were through, they had stretched the sweaters severely, making it impossible for any normal sized cheerleaders to wear them in the fall. Jeremy developed the prints in his darkroom and brought them over to the waiting party, along with the original portrait that had made its way into the Flagler High yearbook the previous year, and his enhancement of it which had caused so much bad blood when he posted it on the Internet. "If you put this one on the Net, Jeremy", Chrissy laughed, her gigantic tits shaking on her slender frame, "I'll sue the flesh off your bones!" Holding the negative to the light, Jeremy laughed. "Who'd be- lieve it? No, this one's for private consumption. How much you think Brian'll pay for it?" Chrissy laughed again. "He's got the real article." "I'm gonna give him a print of this anyway", Jeremy snickered. "I bet you find it when you two pack up to move into the old folks' home after the kids move out!" ************************************************ "Hey, Bruce", Chico yelled to him. "You gonna come with us?" "Nah", Bruce replied, putting the power drill down next to him on the bench. "I thought I'd finish takin' this transmission apart before I went home tonight. What time is it anyway?" "Four-twenty", Chico replied. "If you come right now, we might just have time to get down there before she comes out. We could get us a good view." Bruce rubbed some cleaning compound onto his hands. "Well, OK", he agreed. "But only 'cause you guys can't leave this alone." "You ain't never seen her, have you, Bruce?", Chico asked him. "Seen who?" "The gal with the big boobs who works down at the Courthouse", Chico replied. "Man, where have you BEEN? All the guys in town are talkin' about her." Chico moved his hands out about a foot from his chest, and cupped them as if he were holding a pair of muskmelons in them. "She's got tits like THIS, man! To die for!" "Courthouse, huh?", answered Bruce, removing his apron. "Must be a new bitch, then. My ex- works down there, and they've all been a bunch of flat-chested sluts down there, just like Candy." Chico held the door open for him as he crawled into the back seat of Willie's car, and together the three mechanics sped through the streets of Century Beach towards the Courthouse. Bruce was surprised at the number of men who had already gathered in antic- ipation of the goddess's appearance. "Must be some bitch if all these cocksuckers show up just to watch her strut down the sidewalk", Bruce observed. "Dumb look- ing bunch of fuckers, though" There were men from every profes- sion represented in Century Beach- lawyers and bureaucrats from the surrounding government buildings, merchants from the shops nearby, police and laborers, even a sprinkling of curious women. All of them were staring anxiously at the main door of the Court- house and the walkway down to the parking lot. Four-thirty rang out, and the doors of the Courthouse flew open. The clerical workers filed out, mostly tired-looking women in their thirties, forties and fifties whom the constant attendance to the slow-grinding wheels of justice had worn down prematurely. Then, the door opened and a breathtaking sight appeared. Even from a distance, Bruce could tell that this was no ordinary wom- an.. Her long brown hair fell loosley over her shouders and her impressive bust. She was wearing a simple grey skirt and sky- blue cotton blouse, but there was so much woman crowded into the blouse that Bruce found himself wondering how she was able to stand upright. Scattered applause broke out, swelling until it became unanimous. "What'd I tell you?", Chico scolded him, poking his elbow into Bruce's ribs. "How'd you like to get your hands on those?" "She does have big tits", Bruce admitted. "Look, here she comes!" The woman put on a pair of sunglasses and sauntered down the sidewalk to the parking lot to the general applause. Walking be- tween the two crowds of men on either side, she smiled and waved slightly to her fans. She passed close enough to Bruce and his co-workers that he was able to see for himself the massive bra with its industrial-strength stitching and thick, belt-sander- wide shoulder straps. The woman was built like a brick house, and her whole demeanour was one of complete control. Bruce found himself drawn to the unknown woman. Then the big-breasted woman stepped up to her car, and a tall lawyer-type in a suit and tie opened the car door for her. "Hey!", Bruce commented to no one in particular. "That looks like Candy's car." Then he recognized the woman for the first time as she turned the keys in the ignition and the Mustang roared to life. "Goddamit!", he bellowed as the applause rose and cheers broke out. "That's my WIFE you bastards are shouting at! Cocksuck- ers!" No one was listening to him. He sank to his feet in frustration. "Goddamit! Candy!"