Chapter II - "On the Town" The next morning the twins were up bright and early and Sissy had her voluminous shirt on, with her cut-offs. She had even managed to find a pair of shoes. Apparently she didn't always go around barefoot. Mr. French was unusually quiet during breakfast, walking around in a daze while he got things ready. More than once Bill caught French staring at Sissy with a strange look on his face. As they headed to the shopping district in a cab, Bill asked Sissy, "Just what did you do to poor old French?" Sissy looked at Uncle Bill quizzically for a few seconds and then said, "It's kind of hard to put into words... maybe I'll show you sometime... By the way, Mr. French won't be objecting to having the twins about anymore. You know... he's a shy man... but... he's no pansy!" During the ride Bill wondered just what she meant by all this, but he was getting used to Sissy's strange ways... she seemed to be very intelligent... she just showed it in weird ways. The twins seemed to be taken care of, clothes-wise, at least for a while, but Sissy definitely needed some new things... especially if she were to decide not to go about the city "sky-clad," as it were! Bill had the "in" to several of the more chic fashion establishments in town, having brought many girl-friends shopping before... They smiled, welcomed him and Sissy in, and wondered to themselves who this new "girlfriend" was! "Uncle" Bill found himself explaining over and over again that, no, this was not a "girlfriend," and that she was a niece... family! The two of them left most of the staff mumbling to each other and exchanging knowing winks... it was a little embarrassing... but Sissy didn't seem to even notice... or care! Luckily for Bill, he found a saleslady who he had dealt with before. She was quite "built" herself and understood growing teenager girls... and knew that Sissy was his niece and not just some trollop. She said, "Is this the niece that you told me about... Sissy, I believe her name is?" Bill nodded, gazing at the saleslady's own proverbial frontage. She was an import, a Brit named Chelsea who had a friendly demeanor and an even friendlier accent... Bill was charmed. Chelsea went on, "I think I can understand about a young lady's needs... especially when she's going through her 'growing-up' period. I must say, Sissy is 'growing-up' rather well. I'll make sure she gets the things that will help her," and went on to show Sissy the areas of the store that were best suited for her. Sissy was in "girl heaven," there were things in here that she didn't even dream about... things that got her thinking... and experimenting! She was all over the place trying on all kinds of things. Much to Bill's chagrin... and the delight of the male staff... she didn't seem to care whether she used a changing room or not, many times just dropping her clothes and throwing something else on, right on the spot! Bill felt even more embarrassed when he thought he spotted one of his old girl-friends. He went and hid in a changing room until he was sure she was gone. Meanwhile, Sissy was putting quite a show... she would strut about in some flimsy thing or another, then slowly peel it off before looking for some other flimsy thing to try. Some of the male staff were wondering if they could sell tickets... while others were just silently enjoying the moment! Chelsea had found Bill, hiding in the foyer to the changing rooms and cooed, "You dirty old man... are you in here spying on the ladies who come in to change... or are you hiding your face from the crowd because you're ashamed of your nubile young niece?" "Well..." Bill started. "Come on out, then," Chelsea pleaded, "and face the world." She grabbed his tie and pulled him gently out onto the main floor. He stood there a while, watching Sissy enjoy herself, and feeling Chelsea's body lean back against him... and began to get a whopping erection. Chelsea must have felt it, because she whispered breathily into his ear, "Is that for me, or your niece?" She then turned and rubbed her thigh against his growing manhood and surreptitiously slipped a piece of paper into his boutonniere. Then she pulled a rack of clothes in front of Bill, hiding his embarrassment. He was, at that moment, incapable of thought, or motion. She then walked away to her job, twitching her behind at him meaningfully. Sissy was ecstatic. She had selected some very nice clothes which even met with her own sense of style... plus some more conservative things which she could wear at any occasion. Some of which could hide her "assets" very well, thank you... and some which could show them off to a very high degree! And... even a new pair or two of "Jammies" which actually fit! She absolutely refused to buy... or wear... a bra! On their way home in the cab, they were talking about college. Bill said, "You know, Sissy, you really should finish college. It's important for your future." Sissy, despite her wild ways, was a very intelligent girl. She had considered this for some time now and found herself agreeing with Uncle Bill. Bill said, "There's a women's college very nearby which can help you matriculate... I know, there won't be any boys there, but I think it would be less distracting..." Actually, Bill was thinking more about the effect Sissy would have on the male students and staff of a coed college. Sissy seemed very happy about the prospect. "What do I want with a bunch of juvenile boys... when I have you... and Mr. French!" she purred, rolling over on top of Bill in the back seat of the cab and rubbing her newly sweatered expanse of bosom in his face, while giving him a quickie lap dance that any burly queen would have been jealous of! "Thank you, Uncle Bill, oh, thank you!" she squealed, while hugging Bill in a full body hug that left him sweating profusely and with a boner so hard that she could not have failed to feel it... in fact, he could swear that she felt her hips actually grip his rising rod right through his pants! She was wearing a very short wool skirt and Bill wondered if she was wearing underpants! Trying to change the subject, Bill asked, "Sissy, how did... how come..." "Where did I get these whoppers?" Sissy finished, shaking her shoulders, which had the effect of slapping Bill in the face with two enormous, fuzzy torpedoes. "Well... I... " Bill stumbled. It turned out to be just as embarrassing a subject... his boner started rising again. "Well, they're not silicone, if that's what you're thinking..." Sissy demonstrated again, straining to pull her sweater up so that they bounded out and landed on his chest. "No, I never... I mean... " Bill knew that silicone could never move like that! "I think it was my Grandpop. During the war he was in some kind of secret government lab where they were developing chemical weapons..." Sissy continued as Bill pondered the two weapons in front of him. "Anyway... they came up with this drug that wasn't dangerous, but had interesting effects, so they tested it on an area somewhere in the north of the state, near the southern part of New England. It sort of got out of control... Dad said that it bred true.. that is, the effects could be passed on to generations." Sissy was looking thoughtful. "Mmmmph!" Bill said, face full of humungous tit, thinking, "That could explain some things." "Dad said that he thinks that's where Mom's big chest came from... and his huge whang... Where did yours come from?" Sissy cooed, rubbing her crotch against Bill's growing boner. Bill managed to get Sissy to put her sweater back on, which was an amazing thing to watch... but she continued to rub against him all the way home. When they got back to the apartment Sissy went off to show the twins all the new things that she got. French was helping Bill change for dinner and found the piece of paper in his jacket pocket. "Is this something important?" French asked. Bill picked up the paper and read it... "Oh, yes, Chelsea," he thought, with a slight smile. He put the note in the bedstand drawer along with the other little crumpled pieces of paper. "Sir, oh sir, did you spill something, sir?" French was being insistent. He held Bill's pants up for his inspection. Bill took the pants and looked them over. On the inside was some of his spunk from the days excitement... normal enough, considering the kind of day that he'd just had... however, on the outside, just below the fly, was some fluid which smelled vaguely female... "Why that little tart! She wasn't wearing any..." "Sir?" French interrupted. "Oh, it's just some soup. I must have spilled at lunch." Bill explained hastily, "Just have them dry-cleaned." He and Sissy had stopped for a quick lunch while shopping, but Bill knew that he hadn't had soup, much less spilled any. Sissy must have been pretty excited in the cab and left him a little present! Just remembering it made his cock hard again! Uncle Bill went looking for Sissy and the twins. They weren't in their room, he hoped they weren't playing hide-and-seek again! He went to French's room thinking Sissy might be showing them some of her new clothes. There were signs that they had been there... clothes strewn about, etc... but they weren't there. The glass door to the roof garden was open, however. Mr. French kept a roof garden adjacent to Bill's expansive patio area. French liked to grow herbs and various vegetables for his cooking, he was a European-trained Chef and liked to spruce up his cooking with fresh things. He went out into the garden... he could hear the twins playing. As he worked his way among the herb boxes and through the taller potted plants, he came across a naturist's vision. There was Sissy standing there, admiring the vegetation, but "sky clad" as-it-were! Oh, she had her "Hippie" scarf and beads, but the rest of her...! Bill found himself admiring the view a little too much. Sissy saw him and spoke first, "Bill, oh Bill! This is such a neat place... I can really feel 'at one' with nature, and right in the middle of the city!" Well, Sissy was sure "feeling at one with nature" this afternoon! Bill was amazed at the way her breasts stood out and away from her body, without even a hint of sag! It was almost like watching a little girl push around two pink "blimps" in front of her... except these pink "blimps" were part of her! Bill was lost in reverie, interrupted by... "Uncle Bill! Gosh... I guess you are a 'tit man' after all!" She was looking down at his lounging pants, the kind that he liked to wear around the house when he wasn't being formal. There was a considerable "tent" in the front, and his pecker was threatening to poke itself out... he instinctively bent forward, turned around, and attempted to cover himself up. He felt something against his back... and then his sides... and then two arms closed around his middle and two very large flesh-colored torpedoes lifted his arms up and out! It almost looked like he was sporting breasts! "Oh, Uncle Bill!" it was Sissy, "You shouldn't be ashamed of your body. You're a very healthy, normal man... In fact, I haven't seen one that big since my Dad's. Actually, his was larger... but you're a close second... You should be proud of it! Does your lady friend, Marina, like it?" "Actually, she hasn't had the opportunity... yet." Bill found himself saying... a little embarrassed to be talking about such things with a teen-aged niece. "She will, Uncle Bill... she will." Sissy purred. The twins ran into view, interrupting Bill's thoughts. Both totally naked, of course. Little Buffy bouncing around with her melon-sized tits, and little Jody, with a huge erection, even more astounding on his small frame! Sissy played with the twins for a while and then they all retired inside for dinner. Uncle Bill admonished them all to at least dress for supper. He was glad that the height of the roof, combined with the tall plants didn't leave much opportunity for peeping toms. At dinner Bill was relieved to see that the twins had decided to put on their PJ's... but when Sissy showed up for dinner... she had decided to wear one of those sheer, pink frilly things that decent girls only wear in their bedrooms. On any normal girl it would have been enticing... on Sissy, it was dynamite! Not only that, but, instead of sitting on the very small chair that she used before, which hid her bosom below the table... she had chosen instead to sit like a grown-up, and use the regular chair. This led to her having to plop both very large teats on top of the table where they commanded a considerable percentage of the real estate! All concerns about "keeping ones elbows off the table" seemed silly by comparison! However, apparently, she had become used to them and was able to place her dish between them, after using her hands to spread them apart a bit. A bib, however, became necessary, because she still had about a foot or so of bosom between her and her plate! At dinner they discussed school and where they might send Buffy and Jody. Uncle Bill admonished the youngsters to keep their clothes on when outside of the apartment... and not to be "snuggling" and "experimenting" in public. Sissy got a big laugh out of all this. At bedtime, Bill and French got the twins all settled... they were all excited about the prospect of going to school in "the big city." Bill was lying awake for a while, thinking about all that had been happening lately when his door creaked open and Sissy came in quietly. "Uncle Bill," she whispered, "are you still awake?" She was still wearing the "sheer" thing that she had on at dinner. "It's okay, Sissy. What's up?" Bill said, watching her move under the nightgown, which hid nearly nothing. "I think I make Mr. French nervous," she said, stating the obvious. "I mean... he's gotten used to me and everything, but I think I almost gave him a heart attack last night! He's such a dear, and I would want to hurt him... I think we should find him a girlfriend." Uncle Bill was getting more curious, "Sissy, just what did you do to French that has gotten him into such a tizzy?" Sissy's face lit up, "Oh, Uncle Bill, I want to tell you... I want to show you... You've been so good to me and the twins!" Sissy walked over, sat down beside Bill on the bed and turned toward him in such a way that her breasts were lying in his lap. "First I whispered in his ear, like this," Sissy continued, opening Bills robe a little and rubbing his chest with one hand, while putting the other hand around his neck and pulling his head closer to her, "I said, 'Mr. French... I... I want usss... to be close...' " nuzzling her mouth against his neck, " '...close frienndssss...' " Sissy went on in a throaty, husky voice, while licking Bill's ear with her tongue. "And then I..." Sissy took Bill's hand and rested on top of her breast and guided it in an exploration of her breast from her neck down to her nipple... when she got to the nipple she paused there a moment and then slowly moved his hand, rubbing all around it while breathing harder and harder in his ear. By this time Bill was getting a record-breaking erection... she pulled the covers down just enough so that it popped out of his PJ's and was standing straight and proud. She then gazed at it for a moment with obvious lust and then lifted one leg over Bill so that her inside thigh was just brushing the tip of his cock. Bill was already steaming and juice was starting to come out of his cock... he felt like he was going to burst a blood vessel... then she moved the rest of the way over him and straddled his lap, pushing her voluminous bosom up into his face! His growing, throbbing cock was standing straight up between their bellies and the head was poking its way up between her breasts! She then leaned back, took the tips of her breasts in her hands and started to knead them right in front of Bill's face. Bill was totally out of control now, and he lost all inhibitions... he brought his hands up and held the underside of her breasts... as if to help her hold them up... but, they really didn't need any help. Suddenly she squirted him with a serious stream of breast milk... several times! Then she leaned forward, pushed his head between her breasts and started to lick the milk off of his face.. She also lifted her butt just enough so that his cock-head slid down her belly until it reached the entrance to her pleasure-pit! While she was licking the milk... Bill was so heated up that he was out of control, his swelling cock had a mind of its own... it drilled its way just inside her cunt and then stayed there a few moments... then she slid down on his giant pole, her wet, soppy cunt taking him in like it was going home! She then worked her breasts back from his face, letting the insides of them slide along his head... she started sliding up and down on his cock, letting his head slide in and out of her bosoms in rhythm with her stroking... She stayed with him all night, resting a while with his cock still inside... and then a sudden flurry of heavy fucking passion... resting... then fucking... resting... then fucking... all night long! In the morning they both lay in a musky pool of sweat, milk and love juice... exhausted, but feeling better than they'd felt in a long time! Bill wakes up first, realizes that his swollen, engorged cock is still up inside his niece... his charge... his responsibility! He goes to pull it out, she wakes, dreamily, works her hips and says, "Don't leave me now, Baby!" He starts to say, "Oh, Sissy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She puts a finger up to his lips and says, "Bullshit! Come on Bill, you always wanted to be my lover!" She rolls over on top of him and starts to do some serious grinding, saying, "You never should have to apologize for doing something so natural, so wonderful!" Working her hips around his hardening pole in a way that left no doubt! After they had finally separated, Bill asks, "Is that really what you did to my French?" She kisses him on the cheek and purrs, "No, silly... if I had done all that to him he wouldn't have survived... he got only the first chapter... after that I was afraid I would kill him... he hasn't had a woman in a long time!" "And... that's what made him change his mind?" Bill wanted to know. "I had him in the palm of my hand after the first minute... the rest was just me being nice to him... he's such a dear fellow!" Bill had more questions, "Weren't you afraid of killing me?" Sissy gave Bill a broad smile, "You're much, much sturdier than he is... and far more experienced! Shall we go another..." "No, young lady..." Bill said, again taking the Uncle Bill role, "I've got to go to the office... and you... you've got to go see about that college. Do you need French to go with?" "No," she said, kissing him again, "I can certainly find my way around town. I'll get the papers and bring them home." Bill showered the smells off of him, but Sissy kept hers... she wanted to see the reaction of people... especially women, who are more sensitive to such things. They went down to breakfast where French became confused over a neat and tidy Uncle Bill, in his best suit... and a sexy, disheveled and hot looking Sissy, still in her sheer nightie! French was going to take the twins to school to enroll them, then to a park in the afternoon... and some shopping. Sissy put on her sweater, long skirt combo, but left her hair all tousled, and they all left. Bill saw them all away in a cab, first, before attempting to get one for himself. Just as he spotted a likely taxi and was about to whistle for it a long, sleek Mercedes Limo pulled up in front of him. The side door opened, a silky, very familiar leg and a set of very large bosoms, clad in a sheer, white blouse showed itself in the doorway, and a sultry voice said, "Come on in... we can share." He got inside, closed the door... the sultry voice said, "Go!" and he found himself beside Marina, speeding down the boulevard. He said, "Marina, what...?" She put a silky, gloved hand over his mouth and murmured, "I'm kidnaping you!" in a voice so sexy that any man would want to be kidnaped! Well, Bill didn't really have to go to the office, he just wanted some time away from Sissy, to collect his thoughts.. "Actually," he thought, "a little adventure with Marina might just be a good thing." "Just what kind of kidnaping did you have in mind? Are you going to tie me up?" Marina put one leg over his and purred in his ear, "I might... it all depends on how co-operative you are." Bill was getting pretty steamed up already. Marina was the type of woman who could give a man a hard-on with just her voice... add her close, soft, voluptuous body to that and Bill was feeling like a teakettle, ready to "pop-off!" Marina reached a gloved hand down his pants and captured his wild snake... she nuzzled his neck while working her soft glove slowly along the length of his rod... she then unbuttoned two already straining buttons of her blouse and gave him a view he'll never forget... the third and fourth button let go when she started breathing hard, and when the last one popped... so did Bill! Marina was just warming up, she had his belt undone faster than he'd ever been able to... two soft, gloved, feminine hands and a pair of gorgeous lips around a man's cock can go a long way towards making him very subdued... Bill was totally under her control! By the time Marina had mounted him, wrapped her unbelievably glamorous legs around him and pressed her world-class torpedoes into his chest and face, Bill had come to the undeniable conclusion that Sissy had just been an appetizer... this was a full course feast!! After two hours of having an obviously well-trained chauffeur giving them a tour of the city, and Marina taking Bill on a "round-the-world- cruise" in her Limo, she could tell that he was drained and needed some rest. She cooed some instructions into a handset, helped a fagged-out Bill un-dishevel himself while fixing herself up, and the two of them had lunch in a very posh Bistro. They walked along the boulevard for a while, taking in some of the shops, while the Limo followed at a discreet distance. They ended up at her penthouse where she occupied the entire top floor. She had her skirt off the moment they entered the express elevator... by the time they reached the top, her blouse and his pants were on the floor! When the elevator door opened, her breasts were up over his shoulders, her legs were around him, and she was pumping his rod like a steam jackhammer... he carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and continued to ram her without missing a stroke! They fucked like mad rabbits for four hours straight... Bill was beginning to get his second, third... and fourth wind! After resting a bit, they got all cleaned up, she had a tux sent up, put on a ball gown and they went out on the town. First they went dining very posh in a dinner club that also had a very good band and a dance floor. While eating she sat next to him, instead of across from him... she liked to feel his arm and shoulders rubbing her breast while they ate... She could turn her head and kiss him from time to time... she even reached down and caressed his pole, which hadn't been limp since she first saw him this morning. After dinner, they got up and danced... they were dressed for waltzes, but she especially liked the latin dances, where she got to shake her behind and her impressive front at Bill and get him even more turned on! During the slow dances, she pressed herself close to Bill, not worrying about where her bosom had to move to let them get closer. A lot of the other people had to stop and stare... they hadn't seen that much organza-covered flesh squeezed between two people before! Out in the parking lane they stopped to wait for the Limo driver and tried to decide where to go next. He suggested a movie, it being too late to take in an opera or play... she said, "Well, we could go to a movie or..." and then gave him a wink that made him tingle all over! His smile told her all she needed to know, she pulled out her cel phone and said that she might have to call in re-inforcements. She saw his puzzled look and said, "You're just going to have to trust me... remember, I'm kidnaping you! " Then went on to talk to someone on the phone, when the Limo pulled up. She hugged him again and they got in. They went across town to a place fairly close to Marina's. On the way she gave Bill her cel phone and suggested he call Mr. French and tell him not to expect him back tonight... Bill's eyebrows went up, but he made the call... then they went up to a suite in a better part of the hotel. Marina gave a special knock and when the door opened Bill was almost knocked over by the sight of a huge pair of bazooms in a very sheer silk blouse, straining it to the limit... with the biggest pair of aureolas he'd ever seen... "My god," he thought to himself, "they must be as big as her face... with nipples as big as shot glasses!" Marina made the introductions... "Bill, this is Kitten, a very good and dear friend... Kitten, meet Bill..." "Oh, yes, Bill," Kitten's smile broadened and her face lit up, "Please... do come in!" She seemed a warm and friendly type. A little older than Marina, but with a warm and hospitable manner that set Bill at ease right away. She sat them down and asked if they would like drinks. When the two of them were seated, drinks in hand, she went over to Bill, sat gracefully down in his lap and asked, "Is there anything else you would like... something to nibble on?" while rubbing one of her nipples against his cheek... "Some music?" while clicking a remote and starting some soft background music... "Some pussy?" while grinding her almost naked, very cute bottom against his groin! By this time, Bill was, indeed, very ready for "some pussy," his rod had gotten about as hard as it would ever get and Kitten didn't have any trouble feeling it suddenly rise against her thigh... "I take that as a yes! " she said. While Marina had the body... the sexy voice... and the energy... Kitten just had this way about her that made a man want to walk up to her and hand her his cock!... Which he did! He just reached down under her thigh, unzipped his pants and pulled it out! By now it had reached gigantic proportions and it popped up between her thighs and stood up tall, pressing her blouse up between her boobs. Kitten said, "Oh, I see you've brought enough to share!" She slipped off her little panties, pushed her bosom into his face and said, "See if you can reach around and undo me." He guessed she meant her blouse, so he reached around behind her and felt for the snaps... while she was leaning forward, she lifted her behind a little and planted her wet little cunt right down on top of his swelling cockhead... As the snaps became undone, one by one, some of the last of them let go all on their own... Bill guessed that the strain was just too much for them... what he didn't figure on was the amazing effect it would have... When the pressure was released her already large tits just jumped out at him... that thin, little blouse was holding back a lot! They must have popped out at least a half-foot further than they had been with it on! Not only that, her very puffy aureoles suddenly became much more puffy and her nipples went from shot-glass to coke-glass...! It was more than he could stand, his pole shot up inside her like a bullet, he was breathing hard, he started pumping her like crazy and he felt like steam was coming out of his ears!! Marina had worked herself around to his back and started rubbing her own very delicious teats along his back... and then around him, on both sides of his lower back... meanwhile he had hold of Kitten's glorious gazongas in both hands and was working and kissing and sucking on them! He was surrounded by tit! Glorious, humungous, juicy mounds of tit! Kitten had her eyes rolled up in her head and was obviously in fuck nirvana... Bill wasn't far behind... he lost count of how many loads he shot up in her... she had given up counting orgasms when she got to twenty! After about an hour the three of them switched and the whole thing started over again! Later he had two pairs of hands and two gorgeous pairs of lips around his cock at the same time! When he felt a little drained, the two women laid down on their backs, Kitten on top of Marina and they took turns sucking his whang while he took turns licking their upturned cunnies! Then, when he felt his strength return, he turned about and power- pumped a pair of pussies, one atop the other! The last thing he remembered before passing out was lying on his back and having the both of them take turns riding his rod and rubbing their tits in his face. In the morning he awoke to find two pairs of gloved hands holding on to his still-hard pole and two lovely ladies on either side of him, just waking up, and two pairs of glorious bazooms tickling his face from either side... and they wanted more! They had some breakfast sent up, he took a quick shower... and then he gave them more... much more! They didn't stop 'til noon! When they left Kitten's place, she said, "My door is always open, Bill... and so is my pussy... please come back!" Bill said to Marina as they pulled away, "Is she like this with most men?" Marina laughed and said, "Bill! She's not a tart! We don't go around picking up strange men and doing this with them... we both agreed that you're something special! Didn't we make you feel special?" "I feel like a horny punching bag! But, yes... I could not have imagined having such a good time... with you... certainly! But... with the both of you... Wow!" "We've been the best of friends for a very long time... I've had other boyfriends before... but we've never shared one... Bill... you... you were very good... to us!" Marina's Limo dropped Bill off at his place and he went up to find that the twins were at school, French was out shopping, and Sissy was fiddling around in the kitchen... Next Up - Chapter III - "Marina"