Chapter IV - "Back to Business" Bill had the carpenters in and had managed to have the next apartment joined with his suite, making a new bedroom for Sissy, a separate one for the twins, and giving French back his old room. There was even a spare which Bill planned to use for a maid. With the twins and Sissy, the load of housework was getting to be too much for old French... he was going to need some help, even though he kept saying that it wasn't necessary. The next day, at work, Bill had a meeting with the board and the upshot was that the Company was going into an arrangement with a firm in Taiwan which was going to be a very lucrative one for them. The board members decided that Bill was to be their main liaison between the businesses. They liked the friendly manner in which he dealt with clients and had thought that his style was what was needed. He was to meet with the Taiwan representative tomorrow for lunch. Later that afternoon, Bill was feeling a little lonely and when he got home he pulled out the slip of paper that Chelsea had given him and gave her a call. "Bill!" she said eagerly on the phone, "I'm so glad you called. Can we get together this evening?" Not one to refuse an invitation from someone like Chelsea, Bill said, "Of course." and they made arrangements to meet at a local Bistro which they both knew. When Bill's cab pulled up in front of the café she was at the entrance, waiting for him... looking just as gorgeous as ever. "We already have a table," she said, "let's go in." "We?" Bill thought, "What's this 'We" business... did she bring a friend?" The memory of past experiences brought a new thrill to the seat of his passion. When they sat down, the thrill brought its share of disappointment... the was a strange man and woman with her. "Bill, this is my boyfriend, Thom." Chelsea said, not being aware of Bill expectations. "...and my sister, Cassandra." She continued... and then noticed a look of ennui on Bill's face. She whispered to her sister, who got up and said she was going to the ladies. Then, she asked Thom to go get her something from the bar. Bill must have understood, because he went without complaint. "Bill, Bill, did you think that I was asking you out with me. I'm sorry, I thought you knew that I had a boyfriend. I wanted you to meet my sister. She's new to town and is shy and has a hard time making friends. Trust me, I know you will like her... give her some time. Don't make quick judgements... she's very nice." Bill recovered and said, "That's okay, Chelsea, if you say I'll like her, I believe you. If she's your sister, I know I will." "You be good to her now," Chelsea said, reaching under the table and giving Bill's crotch a squeeze, "real good! If you aren't, you'll hear from me!" "Is she as pretty as you?" Bill asked, not having gotten a good look at Cassandra before. "Much, much prettier," she answered, looking with wonder into Bill's eyes and giving another squeeze, "If I didn't have a boyfriend right now... She's going to like you a lot!" Thom returned with a few drinks and Chelsea carried on a short whispered conversation with him. Cassandra returned soon after and Bill got a better look at her. She was younger than Chelsea... and Chelsea was right... much prettier. She looked like a fashion model... except that resemblance ended at her neck. "This is no skinny model!" Bill mused. Even with a large, loose wrap on he could see that Chelsea's voluptuousness was in the family! He couldn't tell how much, but it was obvious that she probably had some inches on her sister! Below the waist, when she bent forward, she seemed to actually be slimmer than Chelsea... but... between the neck and waist looked very interesting! During dinner they made light conversation, but Bill could tell that Chelsea's sister had the same kind of warmth and sassiness that he admired in Chelsea. She was a little bit shyer, but he could tell that she was the kind of woman that could warm up to a person she liked very quickly. After dinner Chelsea said, "Thom and I are going off to do something together... would you mind, Bill, seeing Cassandra home?" A look at Cassandra told Bill that she not only didn't mind, herself, but was eager to be alone with Bill. They went off in separate cabs and when Bill and Cassandra got to her hotel, she invited him to the hotel bar for drinks. As they sat in the dimly-lit lounge, she loosened her wrap, which had kept tightly closed all evening. Bill got a sneak peak at a veritable chasm! As they talked, he found out that she had been attending a New England acting school and was interested in getting into theatre in New York. Even though the lights were low, she managed to shift around enough to occasionally give Bill a hint of the treasures that bulged beneath that cloak! Bill told her about his boring business life and the latest family additions to his bachelor life. She seemed very interested in what he thought of kids. He tried to be as honest as he could, that he hadn't liked the idea at first, but that he had warmed up to them since... leaving out the steamier parts. She took his arm and they walked to the elevator and seemed eager to have him accompany her to her room. She had posters and pictures of various actors and actresses all over her apartment, obviously being quite serious about her ambition. She said, "There is one big problem, though..." sitting down on a hassock and taking her wrap completely off, "do you think these will keep me from having an acting career?" Bill had to sit down, quick. Under her wrap she had on a gorgeous gold lameé evening gown... rather short in the skirt... and with gold lameé stockings... but the stretch gold lameé top was working overtime. If you didn't know better, you would have thought that she was smuggling torpedoes... big, gold torpedoes! You could have sunk a submarine in that cleavage! If Bill hadn't been used to seeing huge breasts, lately, he would have been on the floor, foaming at the mouth! Bill sought to suppress the erection urge by lightening things up a bit, "You mean those stockings?" She smiled, then laughed... a broad, tit-shaking, belly-busting laugh. When she calmed down a bit, she said, "No, these, of course, silly!" Caressing, then shaking her gazongas from side to side. The sight still had him transfixed, but he managed to pretend to be blasé. The look in his eyes gave him away. She got up, walked over to him, and made a hassock out of his lap. He never took his eyes from her. He thought, "If there ever was 'beauty, walking,' this is it!" "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have been so forward." The irony in that statement made them both laugh. When they regained sanity, she continued, "I mean, here I go, I want to be nice and I put the whammy on you!" "Very nice whammys, too," he said, referring, of course, to the two large heavy gold lameéd breasts resting now on his chest and shoulders. More laughing, more shaking... and more laughing. "I mean," she began again, "I wanted to put you at ease. "Oh, I'm perfectly at ease," he replied, thinking that, even with all the other busty women, lately, this was the cake, the icing and... all the decorations! "Part of you isn't," she said, feeling his rising, very large, very hard boner. "Now, just what would put you all at ease... hhhmmm?" reaching down and gripping his cock, which started peeking out of the top of his pants, with one hand, while caressing his neck with the other. While kissing him on the neck she managed to work his growing pole up, past her stretch gold lameé panties, into her eager, very wet cooze. She remained seated crossways on his lap while giving him a lap dance he would not forget. "Ooohh! Ooohhhh!" she moaned when she felt just how big his throbbing, swelling rod was getting. She'd had some very big men before, but nothing like this! She finally turned around so that she was facing away from him, while his hands reached around and explored the front of her gold lameé dress. She turned her head, just enough so that she could kiss him as he reached his head around to meet hers, then she whispered, "Put me to bed... please!" He stood then, lifting her almost entirely with his cock, jogging while running her into the bedroom, which not only caused her boobs to bounce in a most pleasing manner, but made her ride up and down on his cock like she was riding a pony at full gallop! When she hit the bed, she quickly turned to face him and he drove his monster all the way in, her legs wrapped around him for dear life!... then she pulled off her top! He often dreamt of seeing boobs like these, not only huge... but sooo beautiful! He couldn't believe that he wasn't dreaming, now! His cock suddenly got much bigger and much harder, he went into overdrive, pumping her harder and faster! Her eyes rolled up and she went crazy, gripping him and working his pole and they screwed like mad rabbits! After a while he fagged out and lay back, but she wasn't done... she got on top and worked him and worked him! Her nipples had swollen up and her breasts were bouncing up and down on his face, involuntarily making his hard-on even harder... and she rode him like a Harley! "I'm sorry... I used you," Cassandra said, when they finally cooled off. "Use me all you want... I love it!" She reached over and kissed him slow and long... "You know, a lot of women in show business have had big boobs." Bill said, eyes closed. "Many of them were both singers and actresses. Look at Rosemary Clooney... she had a bodacious pair... very good singer, too... June Blair... Janet Leigh... Maureen O'Hara... Jane Russell..." "Yes, but like these?!" she said, rolling over and laying her personal pillows on his chest. "Do you think I should have a reduction?" "Do you need one? I mean, for health reasons?" "No, no... I get along fine with them." "Then... set a new trend. Young ingenue with real boobs! Worked for Dolly Parton..." Bill reached up and massaged her breasts. "Works for me, too!" Cassandra, getting hot again, decided she needed another go-round. Bill figured if she was ready, he was too! The next morning, Bill looked at the clock and realized he had an appointment, "Ohmigosh! I'm late!" "Like the White Rabbit? We did screw like rabbits..." Cassandra spoke dreamily, and looked like she wanted more. "No, no, I really do have a business appointment today!" "But, I want some moooore!" Cassandra cooed, going into her "Les Miserables" impression. "I really have to keep this one, it's international business!" Bill cautioned. "Can I make an appointment, then?" she cooed. "Absolutely!" "Call me!" she said, giving him her card. "Actually, I have to go see my agent today. I'll tell him what you said about Rosie Clooney." Bill didn't even have time to wash off the funk... he just jumped into his clothes, went down and hailed a cab. On the way he managed to make himself look presentable, made a call on his cel phone and told them to send the rep to a local restaurant. When he got there he asked for the Company table, the private one reserved for business lunches, "Oh, you mean Quan Yin." the maitré de said, motioning over to a private booth. "Henri will show you." A continental-looking gentleman in waiter's uniform had Bill follow him to the Company table. There sat a Chinese-looking woman in a fashionable polka-dotted dress with a high collar. When she stood to greet him, Bill noticed a rather pronounced frontage behind all the polka-dotted taffeta. "My god," he thought to himself, "They're coming out of the woodwork!" "You must be Bill," she said, bowing, "I am Quan Yin." Bill bowed back, not sure exactly what to do. "You don't have to stand on ceremony with me," she went on, "I am getting used to American ways... I am... independent woman!" "Well, she is most certainly a woman, a most beautiful one at that!" Bill mused to himself. Bill wasn't used to oriental women and was a little uncomfortable with her, but she was nice to look at... and a wonder to watch. Bill watched her most intently while she went on with a short business spiel... explaining about limited mergers and Pacific Rim economies. She must have noticed him staring at her, as she asked, "Is there something wrong, please?" "No... no... it's just..." Bill started, wondering what he could say that wouldn't embarrass her. "It O-Kay, you can tell me anything... is my make-up wrong? I'm sorry I didn't wear business suit, I don't like them... my speech... hard to understand... You don't like to talk business with woman?" Bill was waving his hands, "No, no nothing is wrong! I like women in business. You English is very good... I like your dress... your make-up... it's beautiful... you're beautiful..." Quan Yin blushed, "You stare at me?" "you said I could be honest, right? I am staring because you are gorgeous to look at, wonderful to watch..." "But... I have to be good businesswoman, too..." a little tear was leaking from her almond eye. "I was also listening. You are being a good businesswoman. All the things you said make good sense. There are some details I would like clarification on, but I can see a way to make a good deal with your company. But... you should calm down... relax a little. You don't have to be a robot to be a good businessperson!" "I... too... up-tight?" She looked like a sad puppy. "Just a little. Now where are the other papers? I would like to see the fine print. "I didn't bring it all, just the preliminary." "Well, good, just let me know when and where I can make an appointment to go over the rest." Bill, tried to get back to business. "I have here, in the flat." Quan Yin, trying to sound very American. She looked as if she were trying to make up her mind about something, "You can come, now." "You have them here?" Bill said, thinking only of business. "Yes, yes, come up now, please?" she said, thinking of much more. A very short taxi ride took them to a very plush apartment at the Park, "Very pretty place," she said, looking over at the park as they left the cab. A dressed-up doorman greeted them and showed them in. "That is Ismael, very nice fellow... very helpful." She gave Bill a short tour of the hotel. It was a very high-class place! "Push this," she said, indicating the button to the private elevator that only went to the penthouse. "No key?" Bill asked, she pointed to the lobby desk and said, "He watch." Bill guessed that the desk manager unlocked the elevator remotely. The lift took them directly to the mud room of the "flat," they went to the main suite's parlor and she had him sit while she went and got the papers. "Here, all here!" she said as she laid them on the coffee table. She made tea while he went over them. "You like?" she asked when he had gone through the papers and seemed satisfied that they covered all aspects of the deal. "Yes, it all looks good." "Right, we can close deal, now?" she seemed too eager. "Well, of course, the board has to review the papers and make recommendations..." Bill began... "Not that... we close deal... like this..." she said, loosening her sash and opening up her dress like a kimono. Bill wasn't prepared for this, he wasn't accustomed to the customs and sensitivities of the Asian woman, but what he saw made him want to learn fast! Bill was amazed, he didn't think Asian women had legs and hips like that... but he especially didn't think they had breasts like that! It was seeming to Bill like every woman he saw was more beautiful than the last! This was, beyond a doubt, the most wonderful sight so far. "Quan Yin, what kind of 'closing the deal' are you talking about?" "In our country, when man and woman make deal they make... sex... men shake hands... women kiss... man and woman... have 'nooky' " "But, you're in America now, you don't have to do that... you're an 'independent woman,' remember?" "Don't have to?" Quan Yin looked perplexed, then smiled, "Okay, Joe." closing her dress... Then she looked thoughtful... opened her dress once more, "Don't have to... want to!" She made a big show of luring him into her bedroom, it didn't take much for Bill. Now that she wasn't being used as a shill for her company. Bill went willingly... sometimes he wondered if he was being used as a shill for his Company! She used every Asian trick that he ever even heard of... and many he never heard of! Before the night was over, Bill was lost in a sea of gorgeous legs, hips, breasts, lips and pussy! When she smelled the funk of Bill's last escapade on him, it drove her sex-mad, and when she saw his huge throbbing boner, it brought out something bestial in her! When she wasn't trying to kill herself on his cock, she was trying to kill him with insane lust. Bill hoped that the penthouse walls were soundproof... they were! As far as Quan Yin was concerned the deal was closed... they had spent all night closing it... some more in the morning before breakfast was sent up... and again in the shower as he was trying to get cleaned up. She was almost insatiable. When they weren't talking business, they were "closing the deal!" Bill finally managed to escape her well-intentioned ministrations, said that he would forward the proposal to his board of managers, and decided to take a walk in the nearby park. It was just before noon... a really nice sunny day. Birds were out flitting about and the flowers were in full bloom... and so were most of the women strolling around. It seemed like everywhere Bill looked he saw really gorgeous ladies sporting very voluptuous chests. One girl was jogging by in a striped tee-shirt which bounced unbelievably! It seemed as if it would soon bounce right off her medicine-ball sized boobs! She had to stop and pull it down over them every once in a while... this, in itself, was well worth watching! She caught him looking at her and on one of her trips around the path just "managed" to stop right in front of him and gave him quite a show of struggling to pull her top down... taking much more time than she needed to. She made quite a deal of her breasts, acting like they were way too large to be covered up with that well-stretched tee... they were! She gave him a wink and made one more trip around. When she passed him, bouncing a little more than was necessary, she slipped him a piece of paper that Bill just knew had her phone number on it... Bill thought that he already had too many slips of paper with phone numbers in his night table drawer, but he would add this one to the pile... Ah well! Another woman was watching all this and said from the other side of the walk, "Does that happen a lot?" while crossing the path toward him... He nodded. "Hi, my name's Charlene. I'm taking my noon exercise... will you walk with me?" They started walking together, not a brisk walk, just enough to get the heart-rate up a little. Charlene was a very pretty dark-haired woman with her own set of juggernauts which were threatening to burst free from a tan sweater which must have been on the endangered species list! That sweater looked as if it were doing the work of the Grand Coulie Dam! Bill could see why she just walked and didn't attempt a jog... it could be dangerous. His own heart-rate was up, even without exercise! "Do you ever call them?" she asked, meaning the names on the little slips of paper. "Sometimes..." Bill answered cautiously. "You must have quite a collection..." Bill didn't know whether she meant the little slips of paper, the phone numbers or the women. As if she read his mind, she continued, "... of phone numbers... ...or women?" Bill laughed without answering. It was the kind of laugh that spoke paragraphs... it was infectious... she soon laughed too. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so nosy," still laughing, "I really am! It just seemed like such a silly thing to say!" "Don't be," Bill said, "you actually made a good point... I sometimes feel a little guilty about it..." "The phone numbers... or... the women...?" she quietly asked. They both laughed again. "Let's have tea." she said, motioning across the way at one of the many park-side bistros. They crossed over and sat outside. He was surprised when she actually ordered tea instead of a drink. He was admiring the way she sat at the small table, her sweater covered boobs mashing into the top of the small glass-topped table, leaving just enough room for two cups of tea. "You seem to have some kind of 'animal magnetism,' women seem to be pulled toward you." she said, as if it were a scientific fact. "Well... there are a lot of attractive women about... and I... do like women..." Bill reacted, watching her face as he said it. "I can tell... but there's more..." She examined his face as if she were trying to see exactly what made him so attractive to females. She then thought about her own feelings toward him and decided it was pure lust. "Let me show you my shop." she said, after seeming to make up her mind about something. "Uh oh!," Bill thought, "here we go again!" and followed her across the street to what appeared to be a fortune-tellers parlor. "It's a kind of hobby of mine. My investments provide my income, so I just indulge myself with things I like to do... is that wrong?" Bill shook his head, and they went inside. A small bell rang as the door shut and he found himself inside a very ornateley furnished, Victorian-style parlor. She made a pot of tea, sat Bill down at a small round table, and pulled a pack of Tarot cards out of a small velvet-covered box. The table was just high enough that she could sit right up to it, her very pronounced chest just underneath. She spread the cards out in a kind of arc and peered at them significantly. "There seems to be a lot of activity in the romantic side of things." she opined, pointing to some of the cards, "A big change has happened recently," Bill nodded. "You have gained a new responsibility... but... along with that... new problems... not all of them bad..." she peered at a certain section of cards most intently... "Whew!" she finally remarked, "you have been busy... romantically speaking... of course!" Bill kept a straight face, trying not to give anything away. She redealt again... looked over the cards, shook her head and redealt again. She kept doing this several more times... finally she threw her hands up. "What's the matter?" Bill asked, concerned. "I... I... just don't know... it keeps coming up... by the way... what's your name?" "Aren't you supposed to tell me? You're the psychic..." She leaned back in her chair and smiled, "You got me!" then laughed. Bill liked the way she laughed. "My name's Charlene, Charlene Jenkins." "Mine's Bill..." she put her fingers to his lips before he could say any more. "That's enough... thank you for putting up with my quirks..." she held his hand and smiled broadly. "But... what was all this stuff... what keeps coming up?" "Do you mind if I ask a very personal question?" "Of course not." Bill was getting more curious. "Do you... have you... has your sex life been... very... busy lately?" "Well..." he began, "that's a very interesting question... coming from you... I mean what did you see? It... has... actually... sort of... I mean..." "So! The cards were right! I just couldn't believe them! "I can't believe it myself, sometimes..." under his breath. "I threw several spreads to be sure... it came out the same... every time!" "It?" Bill looked really puzzled by this time. He didn't know much about fortune telling, but he always had an open mind about such. "The cards say... that... you have been going at it like... like... hopped up rabbits!" she exclaimed, searching for the words. "That... that's about right..." It sounded ridiculous, even to Bill. "Where do you... where do they... ?" "It just sort of... happens!" Even Bill couldn't believe the events of these past few weeks. He had always been lucky with the ladies... but lately... it seemed that his hormones... or those of women he met... were going into overdrive. "Have you been to see a doctor?" her brows knitted. "Oh, I'm healthy enough... perhaps too healthy..." "What gets you... started?" Bill thought this over a bit, "Well... actually... they usually are the ones who get... started. As you can probably tell... I'm a... well... I like women's... tops... you know..." "You're a 'tit-man' !" she finished "Don't get me wrong... I really like all the bits... I mean... sometimes... a smile... a laugh... getting close, holding hands..." Bill already had quite an erection by now. Luckily, it was hidden by the table, but he could feel it tilting his pants leg up. "In other words... you're normal." She smiled avery saucy smile and got up and walked into the next room, shaking her hips at him as she retreated. She turned just enough to give him an exciting look at the side of her sweater-covered breasts and said, "I want to try an experiment... wait here..." After about ten minutes, she came back in, looking pretty much the same. It had given him time to let his hardon go down enough so that he could pull it up under his shirt. When he got really aroused his boner would almost rip through his pants and the strain actually hurt. If he could get it up under his belt, loosen his belt a little, and let it slide up under his shirt, it could go on getting harder and bigger without much of a problem. He did notice that she seemed to have removed her bra. Her burgeoning breasts were straining even more against the fabric and buttons of her sweater. Her capri pants had been replaced by some kind of skirt of dark satin, but otherwise, she looked the same. However, his cock was beginning to grow again. "Now," she said, "just sit still and watch." She started some kind of eastern music tape and began to do a kind of modified belly-dance. Bill had attended several Moroccan-style restaurants and seen belly dancers before, but this was different. She moved slower than most of them did. Bill imagined that this might be the way that the real belly dancers did it... not the fast hootchie-cootchie of most of them. They probably did that for the tourists... but, slowly and sensually, as it was meant to be. "After all," he mused, "they do it to arouse..." and he was becoming aroused! She got to a certain point and... like the seven veils... she unwrapped her skirt to reveal a pretty, lacy, blue "teddy" bottom... which she could have worn under the capris. Then... some more slow grinding... with an occasional shoulder shimmy to the music. When her shoulders shook, so did her breasts, threatening even more to blow that sweater apart! A couple of buttons popped off and she moved even closer to him, waving her cleavage close to his face! His boner was creeping up his shirt, lengthening and swelling as it rose past his chest! He didn't think she could see it, but she was breathing harder and harder as she danced. Finally, she leaned well forward right in front of him, shaking and shimmying... just when it looked as if her buttons were about to go, she took a very deep breath, the sweater opened up like a dam busting and two of the most unbelievable breasts came out like the Genii out of the bottle! Bill was totally amazed at having seen breasts pop out of a sweater that, his eyes told him, would have been absolutely impossible to hide them in! She just threw the damaged sweater aside and continued to dance, shaking and shimmying, faster and faster! Bill just sat there, transfixed... his boner had reached the opening in his shirt, where, if she bothered to look, she could have seen the head of it squirting Bill on the chin... If she noticed, she didn't give any sign... she just kept on dancing, caught up in a kind of trance... while Bill sat there, with his mouth open and several loads of jizz bombarding his chin! Finally, the music stopped, and she abruptly fell in a gorgeous heap on the well-carpeted floor. Then, slowly... she rose up and crept toward Bill... like a cobra. Finally she raised up and rested her perfect, heaving breasts on his lap! She rested there, breathing heavily, causing her breasts to rise and fall right in front of his face... She couldn't fail to notice his engorged cock, now! When she finally caught her breath, she said, "Now... that's the... effect.. whew!... that it's supposed to have!" reaching down, undoing her teddy and using it to wipe his chin. "My god," she said, at last, "is that all you?" staring at the vertical bulge in Bill's shirt and finally at the swollen cock-head just peering out the top of his collar. "No wonder the ladies all go mad!" She suddenly found new strength and pulled him to his feet and into the other room, where she plopped him down on an ornate bed. Without saying a further word she undid his shirt and then his pants, eyes wide open at the sight. Hesitating no longer, she slid her stupendous bosoms up onto his chest until his face was surrounded by nipples, raised her delectable bottom up in the air and positioned her soft, moist, furry pussy right atop his knob! Once she got his head inside her, she wasted no time in trying to slide down onto his throbbing pole! Two hours later, she whispered in his ear, "I raped you!... I'm sorry... but... I'm going to do it again!" then proceeded to do it over and over... Bill didn't seem to mind being raped by the most delicious creature that he had ever shared a bed with! In the morning, after Bill had managed to get a few hours of sleep, he awoke to find Charlene lying beside him, still breathing hard... a wonderful sight! She saw him wake and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..." He took her hand and kissed it, then embraced her and kissed her warmly, working himself closer to her, both her boobs on either side of him, and his cock rising up behind her back until it tapped her between her shoulder blades! She knew what it was and started getting very excited... He rolled her over until she was lying on top of his cock and he was resting on her bosom. He started playing with her nipples until she was in a frenzy again... then he slid his pole back and forth under her... she could feel it swelling and throbbing under her back... Finally she arched her back and spread her legs wide... he slid his rod out from under her until its head just tickled her snatch... she got very hot and wet and threw her legs around his back and pulled him toward her... he got the message and drove his cock into her with all his might... she let out a scream and pulled him in much harder... They took turns all day, trying all the positions that they both knew until they could barely move! As they lay there, totally fagged out, she reached over and gave his cock a pat as it lay on his chest and was amazed that it was still hard and throbbing. She reached down, rubbed her sore pussy and said, in a very tired voice, "My god! You must be Superman in disguise!" "That's me, Clark Kent, mild-mannered businessman." they both laughed. He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Actually, you're better than a whole bottle of Viagra!" she smiled and kissed him back. They got cleaned up and went out for brunch. She put on something a little less revealing than the ill-fated sweater, but still looked spectacular! She lent him one of her larger pull-over sweaters to help hide his still-hard erection... it was a pretty blowsey sweater and only if you looked hard could you see the outline of his salami-sized boner standing straight up... if he didn't throw his shoulders back, it wasn't noticible. She on the other hand, stood out proudly in whatever she wore and nobody even bothered to look at him. As they finished eating, she handed him a card with her shop's address and number, saying, "I want to keep doing it forever with you, but my little thing is sooo sore... it's going to need some time to heal! You, however, seem to be ready to take on the world of women!" imagining for herself what rose under that sweater she loaned him. In response, Bill pulled his shoulders back just enough to let her see the outline of his upraised cock... she took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "God, I'd like to take you home with me and..." while throwing her shoulders back, taking a deep breath, raising her dirigibles off the table, causing his cock to jump... Several men at other tables and the waiter, who had been watching her closely for just such and event just stared, goggle-eyed! A few women seemed to notice something about Bill, but weren't exactly sure what they'd just seen. Bill walked her back to her shop and said their goodbyes, promising to keep in touch. Bill took a cab home and walked in to find Sissy having a sandwich and watching TV. She got up, bounced up to him, gave him a big hug and smooch. She then sniffed all over him and said, "Mmmm! You've been out having fun, haven't you?" with a wink, rubbing the sweater where his still-hard boner hid, "Mmmm, a lot of fun I see! More than one, too!" sniffing him again. "I'm not talking." he said with a smile and headed upstairs, "I need a shower... to wash the smell off..." Just as he reached the top of the stairs he thought he heard Sissy call out something like, "You might want to wait a bit..." He undressed in his bedroom and headed for the bathroom. As he opened the door he heard the water already steaming up the room. When the door opened all the way he saw a girls back, she turned toward him and he caught sight of a most delicious young blonde girl with a set of cantilevered bazooms that could make the record books! "Holy cow!" she exclaimed, "are you horse or man?" Bill's cock was still pointing toward the sky, and, even though it hadn't had time to react to this new, most marvelous sight, he could feel the blood rushing up into it already, and was sure it must have been getting redder and thicker as she watched it... he was definitely moving toward "horse!" Aside from her first reaction, she didn't seem startled by the sight of a naked man with a raging boner in the room with her... she said, "Oh, you must be Uncle Bill! I'm sorry, Sissy said you would be away for a while, and it would be okay to use the bathroom." not taking her eyes away from his cock at all! "No... I'm sorry... I didn't know anyone would be in here..." staring at her magnificent assets. She turned fully toward him and bounced a little, the way young girls do. He felt his rod make a definite jump. "Oooohh! That's neat, can you make it do that again?" she squealed, bouncing some more, his cock again reacting. "Oooooohhh!! Very good, I think you'd be much more fun than a rubber ducky!" bouncing over to him, gripping his swelling, throbbing boner and pulling him toward the filling tub. She wriggled her nose a bit and said, "You've been doing the naughty with another lady, haven't you?" more sniffing, "Several ladies!" she squealed, "Well, we're gonna have to wash that off you right away!" setting him down in the rising suds from the bubble bath powder she had obviously put in. "Uh, oh, lavender!" he thought, "it always turns me on!" They sat, facing each other, her bazooms bouncing on top of the water, partly covered with suds... her legs laying atop his and his now-raging-cock standing tall between her nipples. She started to soap up his cock-head and squealed again as it swoll up even more... she reached back to turn off the water and felt her breast rub against his cock and moaned, "Oooohh! That feels good," and began soaping his rod with her breasts, pushing them together and rubbing them up and down. "Horsey's startin' to squirt!" she squealed as Bill's boner, under a lot of stress, finally let go with a load that would have made bull elephants jealous! "That's good," squealing again, "it will clean it out! Got to get you clean all over!" She grabbed a loofa and started to soap Bill all over, leaning forward and pressing her mountainous bosoms against him, rubbing him as much with her tits as with the loofa. "Now do me!" she bubbled, handing him the loofa, "like this!" grabbing his hand and guiding it over her breasts. Bill was finally getting over his surprise and getting into it. He had resigned himself to this sort of thing... He was certain Sissy had planned the whole thing... he guessed that she thought she was doing him a favor... well... he had been enjoying himself a lot lately... so... why not? They finally got around to introducing themselves to each other... she was, of course, a student at the girl's college with Sissy, her name was Patricia, but she liked to be called Patti... the subject eventually got around to her stupendous breasts... "Oh, all the girls in my family are like that. I was raised up in Kansas. You should see some of my cousins! Whoooee! Whoppers, an my sister, I tell ya!" Bill couldn't even imagine... but just thinking about it made his bone bigger! Patti seemed to like that... "Yeah," she went on, watching Bill's cock for signs of further arousal, "I got me an aunt that looks like she got cows strapped to her chest... an... my grandma... wow! I mean, now she has to almost carry 'em around in a wheelbarra! But, when she was younger... my God! Just imagine, a young woman... a little older than me... lookin' a lot like me... it took four BIG flour sacks for each teat! An... an... that was just fer her bra!" "Just imagine," she went on, "an... an... they really stood up and out! Like me," emphasizing her story by throwing her shoulders back, taking a real deep breath and raising her amazing breasts high above the water, "but twiced as big!" Bill tried to imagine, and wasn't quite up to the task, but his boner was and rose high up itself! "Golly!" was all she said, got a look on her face that said she's made up her mind about something. She hurried through the rinsing, made quite a game out them towelling themselves off, and pulled him back into the bedroom saying, "Come on, we've got to try this thing out." Bill wasn't quite sure what to expect next from this eager beaver, but he was ready to go along. She pulled him down atop her on the bed and said, "We're gonna have a little game... I'm your prize mare... an I'm in heat... your my stud... an... you're gonna service my brains out!" Bill hesitated, "But... you're very young... it might hurt!" "Shit fire! I been wet ever since I saw you... before even! By now I'm gushin' inside.. If I don't get some 'horse' inside me soon I'm goin' to ruin one of yore bedposts... mebbe a couple of 'em!" She started kissing Bill all over and rubbing her bountiful bazooms against him until he could feel steam coming out of his ears! If he didn't fuck the shit out of her right now, the top of his head felt like it would blow off! His cock-head, as huge as it was, slipped neatly inside her... and, when she felt it inside her, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in! Before long he was pumping her like a steam locomotive and she was whooping and hollering, making whinny-sounds, pig-squealing, and mooing like a cow being plowed by her bull! Downstairs, Sissy looked up from the TV for a moment, smiled and went back to her program. At dinnertime, they went down together, having thrown something on quickly. Bill's rod was plainly visible as a large bulge in his robe. Patti put on what looked like one of Sissy's teddies, but as she was quite a bit bigger and stood out more than Sissy, she looked like she was wearing a sheer bikini! French was manning the stove, cooking something up. When he saw Patti, a light of recognition went on in his eyes... Apparently she had done something to him earlier, Bill wasn't sure what. The girls took their dinner on trays and went up to Sissy's room... probably to discuss Bill's performance! Bill inquired as to how things were going with French. French just gave a thin smile and said, "Just fine." Patti was staying over for the weekend and didn't want to stay alone in the guest room, and so was going to stay with Sissy. Bill imagined they would probably stay up all night, talking. Along about midnight, Bill heard a tiny rap on his door and, in the dark, he could see a shape... a very feminine shape... He turned on his lamp and saw Sissy standing there, holding her Teddy bear, she said, "All that talk was making us horny!" "Sissy!" Bill said, with a look of disdain on his face. Sissy made a pouting face and said, "Aren't you happy to see me, Uncle Bill?" Throwing Teddy aside and letting her robe, which had just been wrapped around her shoulders, fall off. She was standing there, in all her glory... Bill just couldn't refuse her anything! She climbed into bed with him... Sissy kissed Bill on the cheek... little butterfly kisses, while rubbing his chest, until his growing boner bumped her hand. "Uncle Bill, you go to bed naked now?" "I might as well, I don't seem to be able to keep my pants on for very long." "Perfect!" she purred, rubbing his swelling cock. He reached over and started feeling her breasts... It was amazing, he thought, how her breasts respond to my touch, swelling, becoming fuller and tighter, aureoles swelling and nipples popping out. Her nipples, already huge, had this way of growing to the point of becoming actually larger than most average girls entire breasts! Her aureoles becoming swollen and tender, till they resembled large soup bowls, and were so tender that just a touch sent her into waves of ecstacy! Bill proceeded to send Sissy into waves... entire oceans of ecstacy! When she was so hot she could barely stand it, she guided Bill's growing bull-cock right up into her cunny, whispering, "My cunny loves you tonight, Uncle Bill... please love my cunny back..." Bill decided not to fight it, he was as hot as she was, maybe more... he made sweet, hot love to her cunny all night... Sissy moaned with ultimate pleasure, even after she had fallen asleep... Bill awoke with Sissy still well impaled on his throbbing rod. She refused to get off until he pumped her some more! After about four or five more times she only very relunctantly let him pull it out of her... Just the act of pulling it out sent her into another orgasmic wave. Bill suddenly had a thought, "What about Patti, did you leave her all alone?" "Oh, Patti's okay, she's been with Mr. French... she really likes Mr. French... but not as much as she liked you!" Bill thought about this for a bit, "Listen, about these girlfriends of yours... I mean... they're very nice and all... I have no complaints, but... if you're doing this just to do me a favor..." Sissy laughed, always a joy to watch, then said, "Do you a favor? Bill! You're doing them a favor!" Bill favored her with an estranged look, "Look, Uncle Bill, yes, I thought it would be good for you to meet some of my friends, sure... but... the word got around... they want to meet you... are eager for it... most of them want you to bang their brains out... Patti wants to take you back to the dorm with her! She can't, of course... but she wants to! Gillian, bless her heart, wants to marry you! The girls beg me to bring them home with me!" "And... I... want you all for myself... but I can't be that selfish!" Next Up - Chapter V - "Maid Service"