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Mrs. Anderson, That Mountain of a Woman.
A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.
After the Brubakers had left The Presence had visited again.
"You did a great job, Sport! Really proved my point! Thanks, but the bad news is you can't keep that oversized sex stick! Besides, no human woman could handle it!"
But don't worry, I've got a great bonus lined up for you!"
I had argued with It and we finally agreed that I would be able to keep some of the enlargement.
So I was now hauling a foot long erection in my pants! And thick as my wrist as well! The women went wild for it, as you might imagine. And thanks to the intervention of The Presence, even the women that I had been with earlier seemed to remember this new appendage as being my normal cock.
I was just getting used to having such a massive prick when I wandered in to the office several weeks later.
"I understand that you are interviewing for the new position to be your assistant." Mrs Anderson looked at me over her reading glasses. "I would like a chance to interview. I've been with the Institute for years and I think I deserve the opportunity to at least interview." That last was said half defensively and half pleadingly. I had just been appointed the "Brubaker Professor of Comparative Blah blah blah.” Or something like that.
Mr. Brubaker had been so pleased with the way his trophy wife had become more tractable after the fucking I'd given her that he had decided to endow the chair as long as I was appointed to the position. Which the Dean had been happy to do. Even congratulated me on my "Excellent Interaction with our Alumni!"
The endowment came with funding for an office, staff, expenses and the promise of several supervisory visits each year from Mrs. Brubaker!
And now I was starting the process of interviewing for office staff. I could hire one full time and three part timers/interns. I was really looking forward to the "interview" process. I had a couple of really major attributes I was looking for in all of the positions. Heh heh heh!
Mrs. Anderson had been the Department Secretary as long as I had been here. No one noticed her. No one ever saw her outside of the office. Hell, no one had ever seen her anywhere other than at her desk!
All anyone could say about her was that Mrs. Anderson was a mountain of a woman. She must have weighed in the 250 to 300 range. Probably more. And it was not a somewhat over weight, pudgy range. Mrs. Anderson had multiple chins and rolls of fat everywhere that you could see as she sat behind her desk. Her hands were almost swallowed by her wrists. Her upper arms were the size of whole hams and jiggled while she typed. Hell she jiggled when she sat still. And, again, not in a way that was cute or enticing. Frankly, I tried to not look at her too often. It was up setting.
Although, now that she had drawn my attention I noticed that she didn't appear to be quite as obese as usual. Really hard to tell under the tent like muumuu that she was wearing. Nonetheless, I had no interest in talking with her. I was looking forward to "Interviewing" as many buxom, tight, toned, bra-busting college co-eds as I could before hiring an assistant. It was one of the major perks to the new position. I was hoping to do it year after year, too!
But I knew that I had to at least grant Mrs. Anderson an interview or she could cause a stink.
"That's fine, Mrs. Anderson. Would you like to come by this afternoon or would tomorrow suit you better?"
"Tomorrow will be fine, and thank you," she replied.
The next morning there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Anderson entered. But this was not the mountain of a woman that I had expected. It was Mrs. Anderson, but not as I had ever seen her! No pants suit. No muumuu No billowing scarf to obscure her upper body.
As she approached I looked her over.
She was wearing sky high heeled boots that laced up to just under her knees. The slit in her skirt reached almost to her hips. As she strode into the office that slit parted to show dark stockings which I could see were attached to garters. She wore a double breasted jacket over a white turtle neck. Her body pushed the jacket far out from her body. The hem of her jacket was over a foot from her body where it hung at her hips. Her boobs had to be huge to make that jacket hang like it did. My interest was piqued! Piqued? HELL, my boob radar was ringing alarm bells!
She endured my examination with equanimity as she settled into her chair. In fact I thought I saw a hint of pride on her face as I tried to reconcile her current appearance with the mountain of a woman that I had ignored for so long.
"Excuse me for saying this but you seem to have changed quite a bit, Mrs. Anderson." My voice quavered just a bit. She looked totally different!
"Yes, I know. I started doing Pilates."
"Oh? How long have you been exercising?"
"Almost three weeks," she replied.
"Three weeks?" I was incredulous. Three weeks and she had gone from a mountain of blubber to, well, I wasn't sure what she had become. But she was no longer a mountain of blubber! Whatever was going on on campus seemed to affect different people in different ways. But the overall result was gigantic breasts and a certain, um, freedom of attitude.
She continued. "I have not lost much weight but I've been transformed, nonetheless; Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I've left my husband. He couldn't cope with how I was changing. I feel like a caterpillar that has metamorphosed into a butterfly!" She threw her long reddish hair back over her shoulder.
"That's an apt analogy," I commented. "You have certainly changed your look."
"It's not just my looks that have changed," she replied. "I find that my entire outlook has changed. I enjoy the glances from others. I enjoy watching people that see me and their reactions."
"I've seen the list of the people that you intend to interview." How had she done that? The list was supposed to be confidential and only on my computer. "I know the sort of things that you are looking for in the applicants. I'm so much more qualified than you can imagine!" Her voice was filled with certainty.
"Let me show you what I mean" she was rising from the chair as she spoke.
She dropped the blazer to the floor as she rounded the desk. It seemed that the blazer had been containing her mountainous breasts. I had never seen anything like them!
Her sweater was not low cut, revealing almost nothing. But it bulged alarmingly. The ribbing was stretched to the limits. And the threads of the turtleneck were pulled taut trying to contain her Herculean boobs. Her breasts swung in front of her. They stretched out over two feet from her chest! Maybe more! I hoped to be able to measure them to be sure. I could tell that there was some sort of a bra under that stressed out sweater. But it was clearly inadequate. There were hillocks of flesh evident where she bulged out of the bra above and below. And to each side! Her bra was obviously failing to keep control of her inordinate amplitude.
Those massive torpedoes were much wider than her rib cage, pointy and super big, I didn't think she could reach her nipples, they stuck so far in front of her.
Her skirt dropped away as she joined me on my side of the desk. Those gargantuan breasts almost reached my face while she was still a step or two away.
I could peek below her bosom to see her legs in leather boots, stockings and garters. Those garters framed a minuscule black leather thong before disappearing under her bosom.
Moving languidly, she slid her arms out of the sleeves and, with some effort, pulled it up over the protrusion of her massive bosom and over her head.
After a slight pause she drew her shoulders back, forcing her tits to rise and project even closer to me. The sweater slid to the floor. Now I could see her undergarments. A black leather-like bustier and matching bra. A bra of immensely titanic proportions. The bustier drew her waist in to a shocking degree.
Her bra, even as large as it seemed, was over whelmed by the size of her massive boobs. Those titanic mounds rose up out of the support of the bra, over flowing to the sides and rising until the upper curves almost reached her shoulders. Extra flesh was trying to escape to the sides and bottoms of her stretched out cups.
This was the body of a top heavy seductress who demanded the most from her mates. And the hair with its reddish highlights and her make up only emphasized this. Smoky eye shadow, brilliant red lip stick, pendant ear rings that sparkled in the light just brushed her shoulders as she prowled toward me. I was spell bound in my chair.
She swiveled my chair so that I was facing away from her. I heard soft slithering sounds of fabric, a few soft grunts and then nothing. I could sense her moving behind me.
As I sat in anticipation I felt a weight descend on my head. She was resting a boob on my head! I was enjoying the feeling when the heavy softness slowly began to slide downward. She was now resting both boobs on top of me. They slowly flowed downward, covering more and more of my cranium.
As I watched I saw them descending in front of me. They reached ahead of me farther than I could estimate.
She was allowing her breasts to encase my head. Now over my ears, her breasts continued downward. In seconds they were resting on my shoulders! At the same time I felt her push inward with both hands and forearms on each side. The opening between her breasts in front of me closed, blocking out all light and most of the air. I could still feel her breasts on top of my head and resting on my shoulders as she began to rhythmically flex and manipulate these totally gigantic titties. I wondered if my head was even visible? Again and again she squeezed, released, pushed and pulled. She would lift those gigantic gourds and allow them to once again fall onto my shoulders while twisting and moving behind me. The pressure changed as she worked. It was one of the most erotic feelings I had ever experienced.
I had had titty-fucks in the weeks and months since I had encountered The Presence. But this was the first time my head had been titty-fucked! Mrs. Anderson was titty-fucking my entire head!
She slowly removed her incredible immensities and started to slide around in front of me, dragging those oversized ovoids against me as she went.
"My ex-husband used to enjoy that, until he couldn't keep up with me and left. I love doing it. I love feeling someone between my titties. I love knowing that they have never had a similar experience. There aren't many women as well equipped as I am now. I had to make this bra myself, you know. No one carries anything near my size and it costs hundreds of dollars to have one custom made for me." I couldn't tell if she was complaining or bragging.
She leaned toward me. Her breasts, still resting on my shoulders almost blocked her but she managed to force herself deep between them so that she could run her tongue up the side of my face before she began to kiss me. Her lips were plush, warm and soft. That sexy tongue demanded entrance to my mouth and then she gave me the hottest, scorching kiss I had ever had. She was licking, moaning, panting and mewling with pleasure as she continued to press her lips to mine.
She was pulling herself to me, her body pressing against me while we kissed passionately.
"To think I used to sit at my desk and feel sorry for myself. Always being jealous of those skinny skanks with those puny double D cups! Hah! But now look at me!" Her voice was demanding as she pulled her self away from me so that I could take in the amazing vista that was the new Mrs. Anderson.
"Pilates has been amazing! Look how big my tits are now! If I had known I would have started a long time ago." Somehow, I thought that there was more to it than just Pilates. I suspected The Presence had something to do with it. She had changed from a grotesque mountain of a woman into, into, well, into what I was gazing at in front of me.
It was a staggering sight and I realized that at some point I had reached full erection. It was uncomfortable! As I reached to adjust myself Mrs. Anderson smirked as she recognized my situation.
"Oh, you like what you see? Don't you? You like what my amazing body has become, don't you?" She knew that was the truth. "I'm still getting used to it. But I love it. I love how men stare in disbelief at how busty I have become. I love how they stare. Even if I don't try to show off, they still stare.
"And they get boners. Just like you have now. Come on, show me. Show me how you got horny feeling my boobs around you. How you got a big old stiffie from looking at me. Come on," she urged, "show me!"
So I unzipped and reached in. Pulling out my cock, I showed her how her amazing body had affected me.
"Oh, it's so pretty!" she gushed. "And so big! I had no idea you would have such a large cock! It's gorgeous!" She took to her knees next to me and started stroking my cock with her left hand. "So, so hard. So smooth, so pretty,' she cooed again.
She leaned over and ran her lips up and down the shaft, mewling in pleasure as she worked.
"If I had more time I'd show you how well I can suck a cock, but I don't want to wait. I want to feel this pretty, pretty cock in my poor, neglected cunt."
With some difficulty she stood up and turned toward the office desk.
"Sometimes I have trouble with these gigantically massive, oversized melons," she half apologized and half bragged. "I have no idea how much they weigh but I still weigh over 240 pounds as I've changed so they must weight a Lot!"
With a grunt of effort she hoisted both gigantic tits onto the desk and leaned over to present me with her surprisingly svelte ass.
I didn't need anymore encouragement. I dropped my pants to my ankles and moved behind her. I knew that she didn't need any preparation but I took a moment to slide my fingers up and down her dripping wet cunt lips. I smoothed that fluid onto my cock head and eased myself into her.
"Oh, yes, yes Yes!" she howled as her cunt was pushed out of shape! "I love it! It's even better than I hoped! It Feels So Fucking Good!" She started pushing back against me. Within a few moments my pelvis was pounding against her ass cheeks. Faster and faster we went. Harder and harder we pushed against each other. She was taking every bit of my hefty, foot long cock with each stroke and loving it!
"More, more," she moaned as she leaned forward as far as her tits would allow her. She smiled back at me over her shoulder. "Give me all of it! I need it all, I have to have it. You're a great fuck, and I want you to do me as long and as hard as you can!" She turned back to face forward but her hands reached back to try to pull me to her even harder.
Acting in the spirit of the moment I leaned over her back and reached out to hold onto her boobs. It was impossible! I couldn't reach her nipples, they were too far away. I couldn't get a grip on her tits, they were too big, to solid for me to get any purchase. I had to settle for running my hands over the acres of tit flesh that was in reach. As I pounded her I felt her cunt start to clasp and spasm.
Mrs. Anderson wailed in ecstasy. "I'm cumming, cumming cumming on your beautiful giant cock. I'm cumming, I love it. I fucking Love it!"
I grabbed her shoulders to hold on and fed her long slow strokes until she got her breath back. Then I picked up the pace again.
Within a few minutes she was going thru another cunt rattling orgasm. Crying out in pleasure she made sure that I knew how much she was enjoying what we were doing.
I slowed down again to let her catch her breath. She looked over her shoulder.
"Don't stop, don't stop! Make me cum again. Pound my cunt until you cum. I want to feel you spurt up my cunt, I want to feel you cum in me!"
I was looking at her, watching the light in her eyes as she looked back at me. Past her head and shoulders I could see her massive beyond belief tits as they covered almost the whole of the desk top. They rose in the air in front of her, jiggling and bouncing from the force of our fucking. Ripples appeared and spread over the whole surface of her tits as Mrs. Anderson writhed and twisted in pleasure. It was mesmerizing to watch. For a time it kept my mind off of what I was feeling as we continued to fuck each other.
But at last the wonderful feeling of her tight, clasping cunt overwhelmed everything else. I was on the edge of cumming!
"Mrs. Anderson, I'm going to cum!" I announced. It struck me that I was having an AMAZING fuck with a woman whose first name I could not recall! It was almost enough to make me break out in giggles.
Instead I pumped my cum deep into her cunt while she had one last orgasm!
As we rested, my body spread over her back and my cock slowly slithered out of her amazing cunt. She turned her head for another tongue duel. She pulled away finally.
"I hate to be crass," she told me. "But do I have the job? Am I hired?"
"You are So hired!" I told her as I helped her to her feet. I couldn't resist coping a feel of the biggest jugs I'd ever encountered. "So hired!"
"So, what's the pay?"
"You start as a Level Three Assistant" I told her.
"Super, that's a step up!"
"And there is an expense account too. Buy yourself some nice clothes. Some hot, sexy, revealing clothes to show off for me and all the other staff and visitors!"
"Glad to! I find I like to show off almost as much as you like to look! This is going to be great!" Her smile was salacious as she pulled me to her for another kiss. Those tits made it tough to reach!
Mrs. Anderson turned out to be an excellent choice. Not only was she dedicated and organized, she had a libido that seemed to always be turned to high. The outfits she wore made no attempt to disguise her hugely oversized juggs. And she took great pleasure in teasing everyone who came into the office with her figure!
Using the expense account she bought herself office clothes that would not have been appropriate in most offices. Short, tight skirts. Skin tight blouses that she couldn't button all the way up. Sweaters, particularly sleeveless ones, that struggled to cling to her massive torpedoes. She told me that she couldn't wear them more than a few time because they got stretched out of shape!
True, she had some trouble with some normal activities. As often as not, when she bent over to file things in the lower drawers her breasts would fight themselves free of the sweater she wore and fall out the bottom. This always resulted in her having to get help from me or another worker to push her gigantic tits back underneath. And that would usually result in sex.
Mrs. Anderson, Adelaide, had a very strong oral fixation. She loved to suck cock. And when the mood hit her she would approach her victim and using what ever she had to would coax them to erection and then proceed to give a sloppy, wet, slurrpy blow job that would have them spurting in record time!
And Adelaide was inventive. Possibly because of her wealth of abundance she often came up with new, exciting things to share.
For instance one day I returned from lunch to find her chatting with two young ladies. I gathered from the stripper heels and startling large breasts pointing thru their skin tight tops that they were student at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're back from lunch. Are you feeling better?" she asked with some concern. She had drained my balls three time between 8:30 and noon. A two hour lunch/nap had me feeling almost normal.
"I'm fine," I replied. The young lady on the left moaned and I finally noticed that Mrs. Anderson had a hand under each skirt and her arms were rising and falling like pistons.
"Hush, dear, just wait!" She returned her attention to me. "I want to try something that I thought of last night. I call it the Triple Tittie Fuck."
"The what?" I didn't think I had heard her right.
"Triple Tittie Fuck," she repeated. "Okay, girls, take off those cute tops and help me out of this blouse!"
Moments later all three women were naked from the waist up. I knew, from experience, that Adelaide wore no panties and I suspected that neither of the co-eds would have anything under their skin tight miniskirts.
From neck to navel the girls could have been twins. Huge, slightly pendant breasts hung proudly in front of them. Each girl took that chance to caress and squeeze their impressive tits. Under other circumstances I would have hoped to bed either one.
But Mrs. Anderson out shone both of them combined.
She had removed her sleeveless sweater and now sat in front of me clad only in a bra and her knee length skirt. As usual, her bra was overwhelmingly huge. The shoulder straps seemed substantial enough to have moored an aircraft carrier.
None the less her prodigious protuberance over matched the bra. Some flesh was visibly rising from between the, well, cups wasn't the right word. Tankards? Barrels? Enough fabric in each one to make the bras for both of the young ladies that were now struggling to help her out of the bra like contraption. Once removed they tossed it onto the couch. Which disappeared under all that fabric!
"Okay, girls, play with my nipples and get them nice and hard, will you?"
Both ladies went at it with a right will. Stroking, sucking, pinching and squeezing they soon had her nipple erect and throbbing. I stopped getting out of my pants to watch. The sheer size of her nipples was amazing! At least 3 or 4 inches long and as thick as most men's cocks Adelaide's nipples were to other nipples as her breasts were to other women's boobs. Much much larger! Gigantic and amazingly erotic.
"Oh, that feels so good. I can't wait for the next part!" Motioning the girls to stand in front of her she continued, "Now fuck my nipples with your titties! Squeeze them between your boobs, mash yourself against my big tits and nipples. Rub up and down, treat my nipples like you would a young man's cock!"
"And you! Stand right here between these busty tramps and fuck my titties! You know I love to feel you rubbing back and forth between my huge tits until you spray all over them!
So a Triple Tittie Fuck was Mrs. Anderson getting her tits fucked by me while two other busty girls tittie fucked her nipples!
I put an arm on each girl to support me while I thrust and pounded against the massive mounds in front of me. Despite my efforts her tits barely quivered in response. The gigantic masses absorbed the pounding with little reaction. They were just too large! Overwhelmingly outsized!
Mrs. Anderson's hands were thrust under her tits. I supposed that she was working her clit and cunt while we were attending to her breasts. She was moaning and sighing with lust as we all worked to satisfy her.
Minutes later I groaned and panted while blowing a big load of cum across her. Several spurts reached her mouth. She swallowed what she could reach and used her hands to scoop up the rest and feed it to herself.
Leaning in from the side both girls ran their hungry mouths up and down my cock to collect all the rest of my cum.
Withdrawing slowly I staggered over to the couch and, after putting the tent sized bra on the floor I collapsed to take a nap. I was exhausted!
Darren and the Assistant Librarian.
I was lying in bed early one morning. That time between sleep and awake when nothing seems real. Too early to get up, too late to get any more sleep.
My eyes were closed and I was just thinking about getting up when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I was too relaxed to respond so I just stayed in bed.
I heard the door open.
"Darren, it's time to, Holy Fucking Hell!" her voice had jumped two octaves before she fell silent. It was at that moment that I realized that I had kicked off the covers during the night. I was lying on my back, completely exposed to her staring eyes.
And I knew the reason for her reaction!
I'm a phys ed teacher at the local middle school so I work out constantly. Less than 10% body fat, muscular and defined. I was pretty good looking in addition to having a very well defined, muscular body. Before my relationship with Chelsea had gotten serious I had no trouble getting dates. This morning my sister-in-law-to-be was getting an unobstructed view of my pecs, my washboard abs and solid muscular legs. And my morning woody! She knew that I was muscular. She wouldn't have known that I was endowed. Well endowed. Hell, I was REALLY well endowed! Over a foot long, my cock, when fully distended, was thicker than I could reach around with my hand!
Some of the girls I had dated had backed off when they had been confronted with my erection. Others had gone ape-shit! Those were the fun ones!
I was just about to cover myself up when I felt the bed sag under the weight of Veronica sitting down on the edge of the bed. She grasped my cockshaft just above my balls with one hand.
"What a cock," she muttered as she gently held my now rock hard cock. "I never imagined,” Her voice faded as she kept fondling me.
"Uh," I groaned which caused Veronica to freeze in place.
"That feels good, Chelsea," I mumbled. Chelsea was my visitor's sister, and also my live-in girlfriend.
Veronica started back up. She thought I was having a dream. Her grip was firm and warm while she worked. From time to time she would use both hands. But mostly she just ran one hand up and down my cock shaft.
Veronica is my girlfriend's older sister. We call her Ronnie. She’s older than Chelsea by five years, she had just gotten a position as an Assistant Librarian at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S here in town. She was staying with us until she could find a place of her own. We had a spare bedroom so it was no trouble.
And she is a frump. Layers of denim, flannel and tweed. She never wore makeup, her hair was always pulled into a messy knot at the back of her head. She was unattractive at best. But she seemed to know how to give a hand job! She was doing a great job on my cock, for sure.
I was just about to "wake up" and scare the shit out of her when she leaned down over my groin.
"What a big cock," she whispered. "I can't help myself." Her mouth made contact with the head of my cock!
Veronica moaned deep in her chest. She was gasping while she worked. Before I could react her lips and tongue went crazy on my big hard shaft and cock head. With-in seconds there was saliva running down my rod to cool my suddenly overheated ball sack. She was jacking me furiously while she lipped and kissed my cock head. Then she started to run her mouth up and down the massive cock that was quivering in front of her. She was gasping and moaning, whimpering and mewling while she worked.
I hadn't had that many blow jobs, Chelsea was sort of tentative. A lot of my earlier girlfriends had blown me. But thIs was the best blow job I had ever gotten! From my girlfriend's frump of a sister!
And before I knew it I was blowing my load! Veronica never missed a beat. She slid her open mouth over my cock head and took it all! Again and again I filled her mouth with cum. Again and again she gulped it down and sucked hard to pull more cum out of me!
Finally, I had no more to give her. I was breathing deeply, still trying to pretend that I was asleep. She was running her tongue around my cock head and lapping up any cum that she had let slide down my shaft. I was rapidly going soft in her grip. She placed one last kiss softly on my cock and straightened up.
"I can't believe I did that," she murmured. "I can't believe it felt so good! And I can't believe that my sister's boyfriend has the biggest cock I've ever heard of. So long! So good! Oh, God, I can't let this happen again," she declared as she snuck out the bedroom door.
The sound of the shower soon ceased, and Chelsea came back to dress and make sure I was awake. Twenty minutes later I was showered and out the door. I hadn't seen Veronica. Chelsea said she'd left early for work. I wondered if she was thinking about me as she went about her day.
When I got home that evening Veronica pretty much avoided me. But she kept sneaking glances when she thought I wasn't looking. She kept peeking at my crotch! It was almost funny!
The next day, Veronica came to dinner with her hair down. It was a change from her usual coif. Chelsea made a point of complimenting her on the "new look.” Chelsea had always been after Veronica to try to be a little more fashion conscious.
"You should try a little harder, Ronnie," she would say. "It's not good for you to just work and spend so much time in that musty old library. You catch more flies with honey, you know!"
"You catch even more with horse shit!" Veronica would respond. "What's your point?"
"That it's not normal for a woman in her mid twenties to never date!" She would shoot back. It was an old argument between them.
Since Veronica had never expressed any interest in improving her looks in the past, Chelsea took it as a positive step that Veronica had begun to comb out her hair. That night as we were cuddling she brought it up.
"Did you notice that Veronica let her hair down today? I thought it looked good. I wish she would take more interest in her appearance. It's not natural to be a virgin in your late twenties!"
"Really?" I asked. "A virgin?" She hadn't sucked my cock like a virgin the other morning! ‘She had gone wild on it. Best blow job I'd ever had!’ I thought to myself.
"I'm sure of it. She never dated in high school. She hasn't spoken of seeing anyone since. And now she spends all her time at the library down at the college. Why don't you tell her that she looks good the next time she combs out her hair. It might encourage her.”
The next morning at breakfast, Veronica appeared and again her hair was combed out. It fell to the middle of her back in waves. It really did look good.
"Veronica, with your hair down like that it really softens your appearance! You look nice," I told her.
She mumbled something and I thought I saw her start to blush but she was gone before I could be sure.
Over the next several days her hair remained down and I caught her looking at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention. She would gaze at my crotch or ass. It was a little unsetting but also a little flattering.
One day she wore mascara. And then she added lipstick. And then blush appeared. Within a week she was wearing make up all the time. And Chelsea continued to encourage her, telling her that she was looking fine. Chelsea was also still asking me to compliment her and I did so when the time was right.
Veronica kept glancing at my crotch. And once or twice, when I had a chubby she would just flat stare. I have to admit I liked it. What guy wouldn't enjoy having a girl checking him out. And Veronica was looking better and better every day. In addition to the makeup, her posture had improved and her clothing was changing. Fewer layers, more hints at the figure that had always remained hidden under those layers.
One day I was watching TV when Veronica walked into the room on the way to her bedroom. As she passed I took note of her figure. It was a real change for me. Veronica had a figure! She had Honest To God Curves! There were noticeable breasts, a waist and hips on display! I actually watched her walk in front of me and as she walked down the hall to her room. She had an uncharacteristic wiggle to her walk! She stopped at her door way and looked back at me. Seeing me still looking at her she smiled and blew me a little kiss!
That night, for the first time in a long time, Chelsea reached for me in bed. We hadn't had sex in a while and I admit I was surprised but ready. Sex with Chelsea was okay but it wasn't the main reason I was with her. She wasn't eager, or enthusiastic most of the time. To be honest the best two words to describe our sex life would be hum and drum. I mean it was okay, I suppose. Chelsea usually seemed to enjoy it unless I lost control and tried to drive too deep into her. She usually wrapped a hand or two around my shaft to make sure that I didn't over fill her cunt. You would think that having a really big cock was a wonderful thing. Not so much in real life, I'm afraid.
Anyway, there we were, beavering away. Chelsea underneath me, little yips of pleasure being forced from her as I vary the speed and pressure of my cock strokes. We had been going at it for a while. Chelsea had had an orgasm a couple of minutes ago and I was going slow to let her catch her breath and regain interest in getting her cunt fucked.
I glance up and there is Veronica, standing to one side of the doorway watching us fuck! I almost freak but the look on her face stops me from doing anything. She's just staring at us. She's not looking at my face, or Chelsea's. She's just looking at where my cock is sliding in and out of Chelsea's sopping wet cunt. It's like she is in a trance, focused completely on our hips working together.
What the hell, I think. Let her look! Let her get a real good look!
I slide back from Chelsea, pulling my rampant cock from her clasping cunt lips.
"No, please, more, don't stop," she moans while reaching out for me. For once Chelsea isn't ready to stop and neither am I!
Grasping my cock at the root I slap it against her abdomen. Showing how far up her I could be going if not for her being so protective. I make sure that Veronica can see just how long, how hard and how thick my cock is. Smacking Chelsea again and again the meaty thumps echo in the room.
I can see Veronica starting to flush. One of her hands is digging deep between her legs while the other has dived under her top and is mauling her breast, pulling and squeezing as I watch. Slowly Veronica becomes aware that I'm watching her. I expect she's going to bolt and run but she fools me!
She keeps playing with herself as I watch. And she's smiling at me while her gaze moves from my face to my cock and back again! Her tongue is sticking out one side of her mouth while she's watching us.
I glance back down at Chelsea who is looking down at my cock still twitching above our groins. Both hands are running up and down my shaft and she is trying to pull me back between her cunt lips.
I move back and let Chelsea socket my cock in her cunt.
"Fuck me, Darren, fuck me! I need it, please. I need to cum again, fuck me!" she pleads. Not the normal conversation from Chelsea, but I'm more than willing to do as she wishes.
I lie back down on her with my head turned to the door way and our observer. "Do you want it?" I ask, "Do you want it now?" I'm not sure which one I'm asking.
"Oh, yes, yes!" sighs Chelsea while Veronica nods her head at the same time.
"Here it is you hot, foxy bitch," I say. It's one of the things that Chelsea likes to hear me say to her while we are fucking.
And I see that it has an effect on Ronnie as well.
As I continue to plow Chelsea I'm watching Veronica watch us. While I watch she blatantly runs her tongue around her lips, purses them and then makes kissing motions at me.
She smiles a really nasty smile and, using both hands, pulls her left breast out of her bra! That tit is bigger than I would have guessed. She had always hidden her figure and I was surprised how large she is. Even both hands aren't enough to completely contain it!
She lifts it up to where she can run her tongue around her nipple. She sucks on that nub for a few seconds and then drops it back to hang heavily in front of her. Her one hand pulls and plucks her exposed nipple while the other hand returns to her cunt.
She smirks at me, pursing her lips, licking her lips. She's pulling her tit out and letting it snap back to wobble and shake in front of her. Using one hand she bobbles it up and down, bouncing her boob for me to admire!
I'm giving Chelsea long slow strokes now and I can tell that she is rising fast to another climax. I'm going as deep into her as she will let me.
"I'm going to cum soon," I announce.
"Me too," replies Chelsea. Veronica is partially bent over. One hand still between her legs while that one big tit is swinging back and forth in front of her getting mauled by her other hand.
Just as Chelsea cries out in orgasm I pull myself out of her and, while I mash the root of my cock against her clitoris. I use both hands to stroke myself. Jet after jet of cum rockets out, shooting over her head, and then onto her face, neck and between her modest breasts. Veronica is staring at my cock, her mouth hanging open. Her is tongue pushed out to one side of her mouth as she watches, entranced by my ejaculation.
"Ugh, why do you do that?" Chelsea complained. "You know I don't like that! It's rude!" She grabs a couple of tissues from the bedside table and cleans her self off. With a moue of disgust she tosses them in the trash and turns over to go to sleep.
In the door way I can see Ronnie running her lips around her mouth as if she was licking the cum off my cock. She seems to enjoy the fantasy running thru her head.
Veronica slowly pulls herself together. She tucks her boob back into her bra and straightens up her clothing a little. Smiling at me she runs her tongue around her lips again, blows me a kiss, and turns to leave. She was trying to be cool about it but I saw that she had to put her hand out to brace against the wall as she walked away. She must of had a huge orgasm! But thankfully it was a silent one.
Veronica's metamorphoses continued over the next few days. She began to wear what I can only describe as 'normal' clothing. Her figure, while not put on display does become more evident.
One day at breakfast Veronica asked Chelsea to go shopping with her.
"I need to get some new clothes. I've been losing weight and nothing fits right any more. And I have no idea what sizes to get or what is current. Won't you help, sis?"
"Of course, honey! I'm so glad that you want to update. Everything you have is so, well, 'Librarian', you know!"
When I get back they are in Veronica's room going over all the stuff that she bought. Both of them seem pleased with the loot.
That evening, before drifting off to sleep, Chelsea filled me in on the shopping trip. "You know, Veronica looked a lot different than I remember. I'm sure that she will attract some attention when she starts wearing her new outfits. I sort of got her to admit that she is trying to catch the attention of some guy that has caught her eye! I was surprised but I told her to go for it! She bought some new lingerie, too! I was amazed! She had to get a E-cup bra! That's larger than I am. She was always kind of flat chested when we were young. Not as busty as I was. Even though she was the older sister. But now she's a couple of cup sizes larger than I am!" With that she rolled over and went to sleep.
I lay there for a few minutes going over what she had said. E-cup bra? New lingerie?
The next day was a Saturday. We were all just hanging out. The three of us had planned to watch a movie that evening but now we were just lounging around the house.
"Darren, can you give me a hand," Veronica called from her bedroom."
I looked at Chelsea and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, go help the girl. She won't bite!" She really had no idea, I thought as I heaved myself up from the couch.
"What's up?" I asked as I entered the room.
"I can't get this drawer to open," she complained. She was wearing a low cut blouse. It wasn't all that crazy, but compared to what she usually wore it was amazingly revealing. For the first time I could get a sense of just how large her bosom was. And it was sizable! Larger than Chelsea's C-cup endowments.
"Let me take a look," I was trying not to stare at her chest.
"Anytime you want," she smirked up at me. Was she flirting with me? That was really out of character for her.
The drawer had popped off the rail and it was an easy fix. I had it working in just a few moments.
As I rose to my feet Veronica hugged herself to me and declared, "My hero! Thanks so much!"
She let me go and stood back from me. She leaned forward with her hands clasped in front of her. Without thinking I glanced down at her exposed cleavage. Her upper arms were pushing her boobs together, forcing them up and out of the blouse. Now her blouse revealed inches of creamy breast flesh that was quivering with her breath. I couldn't look away. So beautiful! So large and firm! For a moment I tried to figure out how big they were but I had no idea. Chelsea had said E-cup. I realized that I was staring and I quickly looked up into Ronnie's eyes.
She was smiling at me. As she straightened up she pulled her shoulders back a little and inhaled. She was making her boobs look even better, bigger!
"Do you like them, Darren? Do you like looking at my chest?" She still had that smile on her face. "Bigger than Chelsea, aren't I? Do you like breasts like these? How do you feel about these titties?" She was gently shaking her shoulders which caused those beautiful titties to bounce and quiver, shimmy and slosh back and forth. Damn!
Despite myself I didn't look away. I couldn't look away. Veronica was showing off her breasts to me. She was asking me if I liked them.
Gently she reached out and took my hand. "See what they feel like, Darren. I want to know what you think of them." She carefully placed my hand on the side of her boob.
I glanced into her eyes as I slowly squeezed. Her eyes closed as she smiled and let out a soft whimper. "Oh, I like that," she husked. "I like that a Lot!" Still smiling at me she reached out for my other hand. "Squeeze me, Darren, squeeze my big, solid titties for me. Let me feel you handling my titties!"
Taking her at her word I put my hands on the outside of those big, solid knockers and pressed my hands together. Her boobs rode up into her cleavage. Mounds of breast flesh surged together, pressed upward, and formed a deep, deep cleavage that beckoned me.
Again and again I pushed and pressed. I watched as her cleavage surged, rising and falling back. Quivering as I released them, her boobs jostled together. Moving my hands to the front of those titties, I kept on squeezing, feeling how firm and sold they were. No matter how I pressed, prodded or worked them over they bounced back to their original shape. Big, pointy ovoids, they felt amazing!
Veronica was breathing heavily now as I worked over her boobs. Her nipples were at full strength, visible thru bra and blouse, they had swollen to the size of large thimbles.
As I stopped to admire her boobs Ronnie reached out and pulled me to her for a scorching kiss. Her tongue forced it's way into my mouth and explored. I returned the favor and we stood moving slowly against each other as we kissed.
I came up for air after a minute or two. Before I could catch my breath Veronica used both hands and drew my head down into her cleavage. She pulled the front of her blouse down lower to expose more of that warm, creamy division between her mounds. Taking the hint I drove myself as deep between her breasts as I could. Shaking my head left and right I felt those boobs quivering and shaking as I worked.
"Oh, why did I wait so long? This is so exciting! I love the way it feels to have your face trapped between my titties!" She sounded surprised. "I've always been so shy! Well, no more," she vowed.
I could hear Ronnie gasping and moaning happily as I paid attention to her titties. Both of her hands were twined in my hair, holding me to her. She started to shake and shiver her shoulders to help me feel the pressure and weight of those pillows as they battered me from side to side. I loved it!
"Oh, that feels so good. It's wonderful. I love feeling you between my tits like that," she told me as she finally released me. "Since I started at the college I've noticed a real change. I've lost weight. Or at least it's moved around. I was always a pudgy kid. Now I'm getting really curvy! And these titties feel so good! I'm getting attention from the guys and I like it! I love it when you look at me like that! I love the tingle I get when you handle my titties. Do you like feeling my boobies? Having your face buried in my chest?"
"Yuh," I was out of breath and I could still feel the warmth of her bosom on my face.
"Here," she demanded, "do it this way." She turned her back to me and snuggled up against me. Pulling my hands to her front she slapped them back onto her boobs.
Looking down over her shoulder I watched as my hands returned to fondling, squeezing and feeling her dirigibles. It was fun to watch as the flesh of her tits were pushed out into the open and then were covered again by her blouse. I was pinching her nipples bringing them to attention. After a couple of moments Veronica was rubbing her ass against my hard-on while continuing to tell me what a great job I was doing!
"Wait a minute, honey. Let’s change it up a bit," she finally interrupted my manual mammary manipulations. Without turning around she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra! In a quick movement she had extracted the bra and threw it on the bed besides us. Do all girls know how to do that?
"Now, feel up my naked boobies," she instructed returning my hands to her bosom but this time sliding them under the blouse that she was still wearing.
And so I spent the next several minutes fondling her tits under her blouse. Her aureole became puffy and I swear I felt her boobs get a little bigger as I kept up my stroking and squeezing!
"Oh, it seems that my tits are swelling a little as you handle them! That feels so good," she told me.
"And this is swelling too, isn't it, darling?" Veronica was fondling my cock thru my jeans. And yes, I was swelling. A lot. Handling her titties had gotten me revved up!
"Yum, I can't wait," she told me as she sank to her knees in front of me.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I yelped. A little tittie play was one thing. but having Veronica pull out my cock with my girlfriend in the next room was something else completely. I was starting to freak.
"Oh, don't be a 'fraidy cat! I just want to see what this big cock looks like!" she grinned up at me. All the time her hands had been working and now she pulled my pants half way down my thighs and yanked my cock out of my underwear.
"Oh, My God! It's even bigger than I thought! My Sweet Lord! If this was mine I'd worship it every day!" Her hands were running up and down my cock, from my ball sack to my cock head and back again. It felt incredible! She knew just how to hold it, just how to vary the pace and grip to make my cock feel freaking wonderful. Pretty sure she wasn't a virgin no matter what her sister said. If she was a virgin she was a damn fast learner!
She was just starting to bring the head of my cock to her mouth when,
"Hey, what's taking you so long?" Chelsea asked from the other room.
"Shit, that bitch!" snapped Ronnie. "Put it away, lover. I'll get to you later." Raising her voice she said, "Oh, there were a couple of larger things that I asked Darren to handle. We're just finishing up!"
Ronnie had just pulled her blouse down over her tits and I was still bent over trying to close my zipper when Chelsea joined us.
"Well, I'm about to start dinner if you are interested." Chelsea turned and walked out, none the wiser to what we had just been doing. I hoped!
I hobbled out and sat down at the peninsula seating area between the kitchen and the living room. We often ate there. Chelsea could cook while we talked about the day.
This time Ronnie joined us. She hadn't changed. She was braless under that blouse! When she leaned over, it fell away to expose most of her boobs. They were really big! How had she been able to keep them hidden, I wondered?
She sat down next to me and shot me a quick smirk. Looking me in the eye she reached up with one hand and pulled the v-neckline of her blouse further down to expose almost half her breasts!
At the same time she reached under the countertop and grabbed my cock!
With astounding speed she had my zipper down and my cock out!
Shocked, I tried to pull away but Veronica kept her grip. Smiling at my consternation she shushed me and kept on stroking me up and down.
For the next ten minutes I was forced to sit quietly while I got a hand job. Ronnie never gave it away. While Chelsea made dinner and chatted with us, Veronica made my cock as hard as a rock. I had a difficult time keeping up with the conversation while getting my cock stroked and petted. Veronica seemed to have no such problems! With astounding skill she kept me trembling on the edge of an orgasm. And when she finally stopped playing around she forced me into an orgasm that emptied my balls all over the underside of the countertop. I ejaculated with such strength I swear it sounded like rain on the roof! At least in my imagination. Chelsea never turned around and Veronica leaned over to lick my ear. "Now that was fun! I adore your big cock!" she murmured before she released me.
Leaning away from me she pushed her tits out as far as she could while she made a production of licking my semen off her hand! What a tease! Her nipples were hard as rocks and punched thru the light fabric of her blouse while she worked. There was a sexy smirk on her face the whole time she was licking and sucking her fingers. Her eyes never left mine the whole time!
I used a handful of paper napkins to wipe off the underside of the counter and threw them down the toilet when I went to the bathroom. I had to change pants since a lot had dribbled down onto my thighs. I tossed my pants and some other things into the laundry too.
During most of the dinner Ronnie kept her hand on my thigh, softly patting and stroking, squeezing my leg muscles while keeping up a conversation with Chelsea. I just kept quiet and left the table as soon as I could.
To be continued in part 3, Based on a post by D D D Dave for Literotica.