DR. HOOTERS - Part XV
by Servax
Too Big To Stay Virgins

Blair continued stroking Tommy's wonderful dick.  "It's  so  BIG,
Tommy", she cooed. "I had no idea these things got so big."
 
"Usually, they don't, Blair baby", Tommy smirked.  "Mine  started
growing when I started getting taller, but it don't have to be so
big.  Watch"
 
Tommy's dick, which had been about a foot long, began to diminish
in Blair's hand, until it dwindled to about half its former size,
but still hard and erect.
 
"Make it bigger again, please Tommy!", Blair begged.
 
Tommy restored his dick to its former glory, and Blair cooed with
delight.   "Yeah.  Most of 'em say that, Blair baby.  But some of
height.  That makes it handy to be able to shrink it like that."
 
Blair and Tommy had been taking advantage of  the  unusual  quiet
and  privacy of the house to investigate the changes that had oc-
cured to both of them. Tommy was very impressed by the  size  and
shape of Blair's breasts, and by the rest of her as well.
 
Blair was astounded by Tommy's new body.  Not only  did  it  look
good,  but it felt good too, in all the right places.  She passed
her hands over his arms, his shoulders, his legs.  All areas were
rock hard and strong-feeling.
 
Blair was sitting beside Tommy, and she saw her nipples  stiffen-
ing.  She leaned her breasts lightly against his arm, and brushed
her nipples against his arm and shoulder.  Tommy reacted to  this
by  cupping  his left hand under her right breast and stroking in
softly.  Even as big as Tommy's hands had become, Blair was  gra-
tified to see that she had much more than a handful.
 
"You wanna fuck, Blair?  It won't be the first time for me."
 
Blair was beyond recall, her  breasts  pounding  from  the  inner
surgings of pressure and joy.  "I can't think of anyone I'd rath-
er do it with for the first time than you, Tommy."  She  lay  him
down  on the bed, and straddled his chest, her large, melon-sized
breasts dangling mere inches from his face.  She flung herself on
him,  burying  his face in her womanly tits.  He grabbed her hips
and positioned her until she was sitting directly in front of his
majestic  cock.   Blair  bent over, and took Tommy's dick between
her breasts, and worked them back and forth against his shaft and
head.  Tommy groaned with delight.
 
Tommy worked his way into her pussy,  which  was  wet  and  warm.
Slowly  and gently he stroked her outer lips and, working inward,
he found her clit.  She began to moan.  "Oh, Tommy, this feels so
good!",  she  panted.  "We're  so big.  That's what makes it feel
so good."
 
Grabbing Tommy's ponderous prong by the shaft, she guided it down
to  where  his  fingers  had begun exploring.  She felt a bolt of
what felt like electric current run through  her  body  when  the
head  of  Tommy's  dick,  which was about the size and shape of a
large strawberry, made contact with her clit.
 
Blair lifted herself gently, letting Tommy insert his dick.   She
felt it slide in, its thick bulk rubbing maddenlingly against the
walls of her pussy.   As big as he was, he  fit  perfectly.   Her
large  boobs  jiggled and bounced as she began to move herself up
and down on Tommy's dick.
 
Tommy reached up and began massaging her breasts.  "Oh, God, Tom-
my",  Blair  moaned,  "feel me up, feel my big tits."  Tommy took
her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted  them.
This causes Blair to buck and bridle on top of Tommy's dick.
 
Blair reached behind her and began softly stroking Tommy's  heavy
balls.   This  made  Tommy  shriek  with delight, and he began to
thrust his pelvis up, pushing his dick ever deeper  into  Blair's
suddenly  hungry  pussy.   "You  got  ball  bearings  inside that
cootchie, baby", grunted Tommy.  Blair wasn't  able  to  respond.
She  leaned  back,  increasing the pressure of Tommy's thick dick
against her clit,  and  panting  with  her  increasing,  building
desire.
 
Tommy came in a thunderous orgasm,  shooting  his  massive  heavy
load  deeply inside Blair, yet he stayed marvelously hard and po-
tent, thrusting ever more deeply into Blair, until she too, began
to   feel   a  tidal  wave  of  sensation build, crest, and crash
against her.  Then they fell exhausted into each others arms.
 
Blair and Tommy decided to shower  together,  snuggling  in  each
other's  arms  as  the  cool water washed the fires of love away.
"This is a nice crib, Blair baby.  Is it yours?"
 
Blair nuzzled his broad muscular chest.  "I was invited here by a
girl I met at a party."  She heard a car pull up outside, and the
gate open.  Feminine voices  wafted  in  from  the  open  window.
"That's probably her now."
 
They finished showering and dressed.  While they  were  dressing,
they heard the voices outside again, the car doors open, the gate
open, and the crunch of the tires on the gravel.  Then they heard
the  gate  close.  "There they go again", Blair remarked, "That's
good.  I don't want to share you, Tommy."
 
Tommy lit a cigarette.  "Y'know, Blair baby", he mused, "since  I
been  big, I've had a good lot of women.  But since I met up with
you again, I don't so much want to be shared."  Blair giggled and
grabbed his arm.
 
"Let's do the town, baby", invited Tommy, "I got a car."  Blair's
eyes  opened  wide.   "Yeah",  Tommy continued, "this old broad's
lettin' me use it, for now.", He showed her a lighter.  "She gave
me  this,  too",  he  added.   It was an old Zippo with a message
engraved on it. 'Simply mad about the boy', it read.
 
Blair put on a tight, tight black skirt and a fairly modest white
blouse  that  Mary Lou had bought for her and Marina had altered.
It had a row of buttons in black and gold running down the front,
and  it  was  thin enough for her to feel the sea breezes against
her upper body, and the  fabric  of  her  bra  was  clearly  seen
through  it.   She  debated about putting on some panty hose, but
decided against it.  The week at the beach had lightly tanned her
legs,  and she didn't need the hose for color.  Pulling her white
pumps on, she felt her outfit complete.  She gave her  thick  red
hair a few brushes, and touched up her makeup.  "Well, I'm ready,
Tommy", she announced.
 
"Damn, Blair baby, if hangin' with these rich folk  don't  do  us
street folk nothin' but right.", Tommy announced.  "You look good
enough to put in a window up  in  Bal  Harbour."   He  stood  and
thought  for  a minute.  "I don' wanna go back to the old broad's
house, but I got some fine clothes back at  my  Awntie  Marsha's.
We'll go there first."
 
They heard a door open and close downstairs.  "Probably Amanda.",
said Blair, "She's a big girl now, too.  Doesn't need me to hover
over her every minute like before."
 
"We can leave the same way I came.", said Tommy.  He jumped  into
the  window, and dropped to boardwalk below.  He grabbed Blair by
the waist and lowered her, then they disappeared  into  the  late
morning glare.
 
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Amanda felt a girl's body, about the  same  size  and  weight  as
hers, press in against her back, with small, hard breasts pushing
against her underneath a soft cotton top.   The  girl  moved  her
hands lightly and quickly over Amanda's boobs, causing tremors to
shudder doen Amanda's spine.
 
"Relax, Amanda,", said the girl in a  low,  insistant  voice,  "I
know  how  to  do this."  In way of demonstration, the girl moved
her hands experly over  Amanda's  upper  body,  touching  her  in
places that made her tremble with desire.
 
"Mary Lou told me how big you'd gotten, Amanda,",  whispered  the
girl,  "and I had to come see for myself.  She didn't tell me the
half.  You're so big.  It's not fair."
 
Amanda turned around to see  Sherrie  Rodriguez  standing  inches
from  her.   She  thrust  her  large breasts into Sherrie's face.
"Don't stop what you were doing, Sherrie,", pleaded  Amanda,  "It
felt so good."
 
"Oh, **good**,", beamed Sherrie, "I was so afraid  you'd  be  of-
fended.  Some girls don't like to be touched by other girls."
 
Sherrie stripped her top off, displaying  her  tiny  hard  bosom.
"Not   much   compared  to yours, is it, Amanda?", Sherrie asked.
She began stroking Amanda's breasts again with her long  fingers,
and Amanda moved closer in to her.
 
"I always wanted to have big breasts, Amanda,",  confessed  Sher-
rie,  "It seems like Mary Lou and Carlita got all the tits in our
family.  By the time I came along, there wasn't any left.   How'd
you get so big, anyway?"
 
Amanda began making little circles with her erect nipples against
Sherrie's  chest,  feeling  proud that her large and shapely tits
were the object of such admiration.  "I just  started  growing,",
she said, "and anyway, Blair's bigger than I am."
 
"Blair's bigger all over.", responded Sherrie, "Anyway, she can't
be  as  fine  as you are."  She exteded her long,  pointed tongue
and lightly licked the merest  tip  of  the  nipple  of  Amanda's
breast.
 
At this, Amanda moved in closer, shivering with barely suppressed
desire.   Sherrie reached down with her long, supple fingers, and
began exploring Amanda's dark, glistening pussy.  Amanda began to
rear  up  on tiptoe, and plung herself down against the practiced
strokes of Sherrie's slender hand.  In the meantime, Sherrie con-
tinued  mouthing and licking Amanda's ample young breasts and her
stiff, erect nipples.
 
"Oh my God, Sherrie,", moaned Amanda, "That feels so  ** good **.
Don't stop, please!"
 
"I don't intend to stop, little miss big-tits,", responded  Sher-
rie.  She kept one hand firmly set in Amanda's pussy, and reached
behind her to massage her firm, round ass.  "If I had a body like
yours, Amanda, I'd fuck my way into a million dollars."
 
Amanda was practically overwhelmed with the intensity  of  sensa-
tion  that  was coursing through her woman's body.  Besotted with
the onslaught of sexual desire, she bucked and slid on  Sherrie's
hand  like  a wild mare until her body convulsed in the throes of
her first orgasm.
 
She lept on Sherrie, knocking  her  to  the  floor.   She  buried
Sherrie's  face in her breasts, moaning, "Suck my big tits, Sher-
rie.  They're so big, they need to be sucked!"  Sherrie  obliged,
and Amanda plunged her fingers into Sherrie's honeypot, found her
slick, engorged clit, and stroked it until Sherrie  was  engulfed
in an orgasm of her own.
 
Feeling the powerful desires ebb away, the girls relaxed  on  the
double  bed in the next room.  Amanda was idly stroking her large
boobs.  "They are pretty big, Sherrie,", she boasted, "but  maybe
if  you  let  some  boys  play with your titties, they'd get big,
too."
 
Sherrie nearly choked with laughter.  "What?  Do you really think
that's what made your tits so big, my little moo-cow?"
 
Amanda told her about Marty and Eric, and  how  Blair's  and  her
tits  got  so  much  larger  after that session.  Sherrie laughed
aloud.  "Amanda, every boy from Palm Beach Gardens to  Key  Largo
has  had  his hands on these little mammas, and they're still the
same size they were when I was twelve.  Hell,  if  what  you  are
telling me was true, you'd look flat-chested compared to me."
 
"Then there must be something else that  made  me  and  Blair  so
big.",  she  mused,  sitting up in bed, and admiring the generous
shelf of breast-flesh hanging on her chest.  "I mean  this  isn't
normal."  She indicated her prominent tits with her hands.
 
Amanda rested her bed back against the  pillow.   Sherrie  played
with the tip of her left nipple.  "It had to be the milk, then,",
Amanda mumbled.
 
"What milk, little moo-cow?", asked Sherrie.
 
"About a month and a half ago, back when we were still in school,
Blair came home with a gallon of milk she said she had swiped out
of the back seat of the car of some lady who works  at  the  club
where my mama works, the one on Apopka Road."  Amanda shifted her
weight on the bed, causing her heavy tits  to  jiggle  and  shake
again.   "Blair told me that the lady whose milk she swiped was a
lady with huge boobies, even bigger than us."
 
"That would be Brenda Lee Hill!",  exclaimed  Sherrie  excitedly.
"Marty,  Mary  Lou  and  I  snuck  in to see her once.  She's got
humungous tits!  I bet it was her ** own ** milk in  the  bottle,
that made you and Blair so big."
 
The next thought hit them both at the  same  time.   "I  bet  she
could  do  the same thing for you, Sherrie", said Amanda.  "I bet
she could,", said Sherrie darkly.
 
Amanda strode into the next room, picked up her bra, and strapped
it on.  Sherrie whistled in appreciation.  "You know, there won't
be anyone here tonight.  We can walk up the  beach  to  Hurricane
Tony's  and  watch  the  amateur bikini contest.  It's a pity you
aren't eighteen.  You could enter, and I bet there won't  be  any
girls there half as stacked as you."
 
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