Chapter 6

The peacetime Army involved some pretty odd duties, and my next post on the California coastline confirmed it. Foundations were being dug for some new buildings, and ancient artifacts were being turned up along with the ground. I found myself put in charge of a small laboratory that was processing those objects to be sent to museums.

My assistant was a thirty-year-old civilian named Lori. She was tall and had long black hair that she wore up. While her face was rather plain behind her horn-rimmed glasses, her figure was the kind that wouldn't quit. Under the lab coat she wore, she had melon-like breasts, a high, tight behind, and long, shapely legs.

But for all her charms and latent sexuality, she didn't seem interested in men. When I asked her out, she politely declined. I didn't think she preferred women, though; just that she was the repressed scientific type.

When it came to sex, ancient peoples were obviously much closer to nature than we were. The primitive objects that Lori and I were handling included female figures with huge breasts and prominent labia. I thought of my Mexican lover, Maria; she'd put me in touch with cultures that made things like that. But Lori was embarrassed by them-and especially so by a new item that came in one day.

It was a polished stone statue of a little man with a giant prick! In fact, though he stood only eight inches tall, his prick was a good eight inches, too.

"It's only natural," I tried to explain to my female assistant as we looked over the incredibly endowed little fellow. "Just as all sex is natural and good."

"I guess so," she replied, still appearing doubtful. But as it turned out, I'd been far more convincing than I'd planned!

When I came in to work the next morning, two things were missing. One was the phallic statue, which I'd left on my desk. And the second was Lori, who wasn't in her usual place in the lab.

Then I heard sounds coming from the women's room down the hall. Lori and I were the only ones in the building, and I thought she might be in trouble. So I went down there, knocked, and then walked in.

There was Lori, and she wasn't in trouble at all. And there was the statue, too!

My assistant was perched on the bathroom counter, her white lab coat open. She had one long leg raised and the other straining to the floor. She wore only underwear beneath, and her panties had been pushed to one side and her bra pulled down. Her long black hair was undone, her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and panting. She was cupping one of her full, round breasts in her hand.

And in her other hand she held the little man with the big prick, sliding it in and out of her wet pink slit.

"Oh!" Lori shrieked when she realized I was there. She quickly pulled her lab coat shut and let the statue clatter to the floor. "Oh, Jack, I'm so ashamed. But I got to thinking of what you said about nature, and I dreamed about the statue all night. Then, when I came in and saw it on your desk, I just couldn't help myself."

"I think you helped yourself very well," I replied, trying to relieve the tension. "Though that wasn't exactly what I had in mind!" N

She was obviously a very frustrated woman, and it all had come out like this. Damn, did I get into some crazy things. I'd never seen a woman do it with a dildo before, and when I finally did, it would be something else. Far be it from her to use a hunk of pink rubber; instead it was an ancient stone cock!

And she couldn't stop now. She must have been on the edge of an orgasm when I came in, and she had to continue. When she saw that I didn't really disapprove, she resumed her panting. She let her lab coat fall open again, and she trailed her hand down her belly. Not having time to retrieve the statue, she settled for her finger. Soon she was stroking her dark-furred slit while looking directly at me.

"Oh. Ohhh!" Lori sighed, bringing herself back up. Her other hand went between her legs too, which pushed her breasts out between her reaching arms.

"Ohhh!" she moaned more loudly, her brown eyes going wild, her long hair hanging limply and her glasses slipping off her nose. There was nothing quite like seeing a conservative woman coming completely unglued.

"Here, now," I interrupted, not being able to control myself anymore. "You don't have to do it with a statue. But you don't have to do it yourself, either. Not when there's a real live man in the room!"

At that, I unzipped my pants and showed her my big, hard member.

Focusing on it, Lori stopped playing with herself. Here was something she could use, indeed.

"It isn't stone," I said, walking over and encouraging her to take hold of it, which she did. "And it isn't your finger." I paused. "But I think you'll like it even better than those!"

She smiled. "You're right. But put it in me before I lose my edge. Put it in me quick!"

I did just that, standing in front of her where she sat on the counter and driving deeply into her hot, primed hole. When a hard cock and a wet quim wound up naked in the same room, the rest was easy. Grabbing my shoulders and hugging my hips with her long, smooth legs, Lori took me eagerly. We kissed, and her hot breath and active tongue excited me even more. Her round breasts shook as I thrust and she bucked back at me, and her soft pussy fur felt great on the base of my rod. I reached down and grasped her firm buns, pulling her to me even harder.

"Oh. Oh god, Jack!" the no-longer-repressed brunette exclaimed. "It was really you I wanted all along. The statue was just a substitute."

"I'm flattered," I panted, as I thrust higher and higher in her fine, tight cunt. "But maybe you just needed any real live cock!"

Then I came like crazy, and so did she. With an especially deep plunge, I pumped gobs of hot white stuff into her liquid insides. In turn, her luscious body went rigid and her pussy tightened around me.

"Ahhh!" Lori went when she felt my jets wash into her. "Ahhhhh!"

"Yeah," I responded as I gave her all I had. "Oh, yeah!"

I slid my cock slowly out, and we caught our breath. But then I had a raunchy idea. Finding myself hard enough for another round, I also picked the phallic statue up off the floor.

"We could do a little experiment," I said. "After all, we are working as scientists. How about if we really test which is better: this stone cock, or me?"

My new partner's eyes widened when she heard my proposal. "Oh, yes, Jack," she blurted out.

"Yes!"

So I studied her body in her wide-open lab coat; her melon-like breasts, smooth belly, and deliciously spread thighs. And most delicious of all, her pink, sex-swollen quim, still with a trace of my white stuff on its lips. Seeing all of that made me just as hard as before.

Then I did what I'd said. First I inserted the smooth stone rod gently into her opening, twirled it around, and gave it a few deep thrusts.

"Oh. Ohhh!" Lori sighed, wiggling her snatch around it.

Next, I replaced it with my member. To keep the naughty experiment fair, I made the same number of moves.

"Ah. Ahhh!" she gasped, grabbing my shoulders and shaking her succulent breasts for me.

I kept at it that way, alternating the stone cock and my real one. Soon the dark-haired woman got totally lost in passion again. Her smooth flesh looked marvelous as it quivered and shook, and her brown eyes went vacant with lust. It was almost as exciting for me to see the fake prick going into her as it was to be inside her myself. I fantasized once more that we were back in primitive times and were celebrating an erotic ritual. I even thought that the face of the little man who was attached to the prick looked happy.

From a sexually repressed working relationship, to diddling and humping Lori like that-what a trip! I could hardly believe it was happening. But sex and life were like that. It was happening, so believe it I did!

She was building toward an orgasm, and so was I. So I finally stopped using the stone cock and concentrated instead on my own. Soon we were both panting and gasping, and she was hugging me with her legs again. Just when I lifted her off the bathroom counter, thinking to walk around the room with her, we both came like fireworks.

Lift-off, for sure! "Ohhh! Oh god!" we shouted, as I staggered with her clinging to me. Bolts of sexual lightning shot back and forth between her spasming cunt and my jerking, pumping rod. Her big breasts pressed hard against my chest, and her fingers dug into my back. And, talk about shooting, I put another big, hot load up inside her.

I eased Lori off me and got her to the floor, where she stood unsteadily. She was totally disheveled, from her long, undone hair to her skewed glasses, to her naked, heaving body in her open lab coat. Some of my wad was even running out of her slit and down her smooth thighs.

"Well," I asked her, "what's the result of our little experiment? Did you like the stone cock better, or mine?"

"No contest," she laughed. "Yours was best. And besides, yours comes!"

Leave it to me, I thought, to make all the women I met just as frank about sex as Cindy had taught me to be.

Then we buttoned up, left the women's room, and went back to our work in the lab. But I violated Army regulations, and made Lori a present of the little man with the big prick. Who knew but that she might need it again? And how many women could say they had a sex toy like that one?

But that wasn't the end of our affair by a long shot. The very same night, I asked her out to dinner. Then we got to know each other even better, and in much more comfortable surroundings.

In my off-post apartment, we sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window at a beautiful Pacific sunset. I remembered that Cindy had told me about a similar experience; in a sense, I was always following her. But I concentrated on Lori, also dark-haired, right beside me.

She and I were completely naked this time, and her tall body looked wonderful in the rosy light. I traced the gently curving line of her silky back, narrow waist, and shapely rear with one hand, while I fondled her round, hard-nippled breasts with the other. She was a few years older than I, and now that her sexuality had been freed, her mature potential was unlimited.

Then I laid her down, watching her breasts still swell up proudly. Opening her tender wet cunt with my fingers, I mounted her and began balling her missionary style, feeling her hot tightness on my rod once more. Her hair tickled my cheek, and her warm breath was in my ear.

After a few thrusts, though, she had other ideas. "Let's try some different positions," she said excitedly. Yes, I had freed her up very well!

Lori got on her hands and knees, with her full breasts hanging and her pretty tail wiggling. She smiled at me over her shoulder, and I knelt and put it to her from behind. She rolled her dark head, arched her sleek back, and rocked back onto my hard member, her thighs meeting mine.

Then she pushed me all the way back, with my cock still in her, until I was prone. Now she was in cowgirl position, with her smooth rear toward me, and she began lunging up and down. It was wild to look along my body and see her moving on my upright rod, which was visible between her quivering cheeks.

She went on to twirl around like an acrobat and to ride facing me. As she did that, she held her breasts up in her hands, then took one hand away to run it through her long black hair. Leaning forward, she let her hair fall over me and her breasts hang and jiggle provocatively. Her mouth was open, her tongue was hanging out, and her brown eyes gazed wantonly into mine. No longer shy and repressed, she was as torrid as they came!

"I love being free with you, Jack," she panted.

"It'll be our own special secret, like the little stone man with the big wazoo."

"I love it, too," I replied, as her tight, hot channel worked wonders on my manhood. I didn't know why it had to be a secret, but she was conservative in her everyday life. Maybe the contrast was a turn-on for her. At any rate, even though she was naked and balling, she was still wearing her horn-rimmed glasses even then!

Then Lori took herself off me, turned around, and straddled me. At age thirty, she must have given and received head before, but when I saw she was about to do that, it was thrilling. When I felt her full lips on my cockhead, then her hot mouth taking me in, I nearly came.

But I had her own sex to attend to before I let loose. It was right by my mouth, and I went hungrily at her wet pink folds. I traced them with my tongue, as if making an erotic map of them. Then I settled on her joy button. Finally I darted my tongue into her hole, as she quivered with delight, shoving herself at me. In my time, I'd become quite a connoisseur of female juices, and hers were right up there on the taste scale.

Now Lori and I were ready to explode into each other's mouth. And we did, our bodies going rigid and our loins going wild. It was a wonder of nature that two people, one male and one female, could be such a complement to each other. To translate the French saying, hooray for the difference!

Sexual electricity flowed back and forth between us as we came and came and came. She released her honey into my mouth, and I filled hers with a big gob of my stuff. Finally we lay back beside each other on the bed.

The sun was down now, and its rosy glow had been replaced by a shadowy gray. Still, I could see Lori's fine naked body; her heaving breasts and belly, and even her hand idly squeezing her well-fucked and well-eaten sex. She was all the way down now; her repression was gone. If I'd wanted her to be as natural as the ancients, like Maria, I'd gotten my wish.

"Well," I observed, "we really got to know each other. Sex can do that, can't it?"

"Yes," she purred. "But I want to do one more thing!"

Then, to my amazement, she moved down and addressed my manhood again. It was limp, but she got it into her mouth and got it hard enough to work. The more I made it with the women I found, the more I could do it, it seemed. Even though I'd climaxed moments before, there was another one in me.

Lori's heavy breasts rested on my thighs and her head bobbed in rhythm as she sucked me. Her long black hair fell over my lap and my balls. It was fine to see her pretty mouth taking my length, and to realize that just that morning we'd never even touched each other. I reached down and stroked her as she sucked, licked, and fingered me to perfection.

Then I came once more. It was weaker than the other times, but somehow all the more sweet and satisfying. My lover looked happily up at me as she took my last spurts in her mouth and gulped them down.

"Ahhh!" I sighed, as a tender feeling enveloped me. "Lover, you're very good."

"Thank you," she replied, taking her mouth away when I was done. Then she licked my remaining stuff off her lips and smacked them with delight.

So that was Lori. The rest of the time we worked together, she and I were steady lovers as well. And all of it had started with a very oddly-endowed, ancient little man.

In the Army, you didn't stay in one place for very long. And that made for short love affairs. I had to admit that I wanted it that way, that it was convenient because of how my life had turned out, my search for Cindy. If I couldn't have my dark lady for keeps, then I wanted us both to expand our sexual horizons as much as we could. In that fashion, we were even being true to each other by being true to sex.

So my time with Lori ended when I was transferred up the coast to San Francisco. And there was never any lack of wild experiences there!

I met Rosie at a funky party. It was 1980, and while the hippie days of free love were long gone, there was still plenty going on. She was an artist, twenty-one years old, and had curly blonde hair. But the main thing about her was that she was big. B-I-G! Where my lover Marge had been full-figured, this young woman was almost fat. Yet her being young made her size endlessly appealing rather than the reverse.

And she was endless, indeed. In the black sweater and tan skirt she was wearing when I met her, her breasts jutted out a full eight inches in front of her, and her well-shaped bottom and thighs swelled formidably. If Lori's breasts had been melon-like, hers were like cantaloupes, entering a room well before she did. I knew that Rosie, naked, would simply exude sex.

So I asked her out to lunch the next day, and she accepted. This time she was wearing a white sweater, and her fifty-inch-plus bust line was almost too much for me across the table. She was wearing a thin bra, too, which meant that her breasts didn't even have much natural sag. And her two-inch-wide areolae and thick nipples were visible through the cloth.

Then there was her lower body. It gave me the promise of a lush blonde triangle of humid fur in a deep valley made by her round belly and her smooth, inflated thighs. The deepest place in the valley, of course, would be her luscious pink hole. With her, I was becoming a poet of fat sex!

After lunch, I talked Rosie into inviting me up to her artist's studio. We sat on the couch, and I kissed her thick wet lips. Then I put my hand on one of her massive boobs, and she didn't stop me. Even under her sweater, that tit was absolutely incredible. My hand couldn't span it; its hardening nipple was as thick as my finger, and it was amazingly firm.

By that time my manhood was huge and rock-hard, as if inspired by the size of her breast. I moved partway around in front of her, letting it press her springy thigh. I went on to lift her white sweater up over her bosom, revealing such a fantastically long line of cleavage that it made me gasp. Then, rejoicing that she hadn't stopped me, I dramatically undid the front clasp of her bra.

What a marvelous explosion of smooth white flesh! That woman's breasts just kept on coming. They didn't sag, and they were even bigger than I'd thought, once they were freed. Just the sight of them made my eyes widen and my mouth water, while their warm perfume burst forth and almost knocked me over backwards.

And the touch was even better. I bent down and kissed her huge twin globes, having to move my mouth wildly around to cover them all. It was a tit-man's dream come true, since there was always more to explore.

But my elation didn't last for long. After I'd gone on to suck at her giant nipples and to lift her gargantuan boobs in my hands, the bodacious blonde stopped me.

"That's it for today, Jack," she said. Her high, squeaky voice contrasted wonderfully with the rest of her, making me harder still.

"Why? Oh, why?" I complained. I must have sounded like someone being kicked out of a candy store. Damn, just her tits had made me ache to penetrate her, and I hadn't even explored her down below.

"Well," she replied, "I'm embarrassed about my size."

"Oh, no!" I protested. "I think you look wonderful. You are big, but as they say, that means there's only more of you to love and be loved."

Still, Rosie wanted to get used to the idea of balling me. So she made a date for the next night. I had to swallow my pride and my lust as she covered herself up again. Damn, how I hated to lose sight of her magnificent mammaries! And I could hardly walk out of her studio because my cock was so huge between my legs.

But when I returned the next evening, I found that my wait had been worthwhile. Having decided to take me on, Rosie had forgotten her embarrassment and was prepared to free every ounce of sexuality she possessed.

When she met me at the door, she was wearing a long red robe. It covered her mind-boggling curves, and it also indicated that she had nothing on underneath. My heart rose, not to mention my cock.

She showed me some of her artwork to break whatever ice remained, as I trailed around behind her. But next to her bed, she paused.

"I want you to turn your back," she said, and I obeyed.

"Now you can look," she continued a moment later.

And when I did, I had one of the most fabulous experiences of my sexual life.

Rosie reclined on the sheets, completely naked. I saw veritable mountains of smooth, firm white flesh, from her breasts, almost as large as her head, to her hourglass waist, to her swelling belly, to her marble-like thighs, to the widest, thickest blonde bush I could have imagined. There was so much of her that I could barely take her all in, but not because she was overweight as much as burstingly full. She was like some white, non-athletic woman from a 1950s magazine, whose flesh was somehow more secret and alluring than that of modern ones. And she absolutely defined the word Woman. My cock hardened and throbbed, as I nearly came just from looking at her. It was even wilder to know that all of her was going to be mine to love.

"Do you like me?" Rosie asked.

I almost laughed at the understatement. "Woman," I replied, "anyone who doesn't like you doesn't like life!"

Then I tore off my clothes and got on top of her, practically bouncing when I did so. Her body was so capacious that it was like a wonderful, living bed. The touch of her warm, bare, sex-charged flesh on mine was so electric that I almost came then and there. But I let myself down to her side and took my time. My mouth went to her breasts, hungrily licking and sucking. Each of them was a thing in itself, a living, almost breathing milky globe.

I moved lower, trailing my lips down her ripe belly and stroking her satiny thighs. When I buried my face in her lush, fragrant bush, I almost got lost in its delights. And when I mouthed her moist pink labia, her whole massive body quivered in a way that was sex incarnate.

"Ohhh, Jack!" she squealed in her exciting, high-pitched voice. "Oh, you're eating my pubes!"

I did eat her for a while, but then I just had to bang her. So I mounted her again and slid my achingly hard cock into her. It was a bit difficult to get between her thick legs, but when I did I was in for a pleasant surprise. Her vagina was as thrillingly small and tight as the rest of her was big!

As I began to thrust, the feel of Rosie's endless, pneumatic body pushed back the limits of pleasure for me. With long, slow, magnificent strokes, I balled her as if inspired to a greater effort by her size. Cushioned by her belly and by her pillowy, upright breasts, I thrust myself into her like there was no tomorrow. And, though I usually held my weight off women when I was on top, she was so big that she took all of me.

"Eee. Eee!" she went, circling me with her ample arms. I almost felt held prisoner by a woman as powerful as she was. I'd had thick partners and thin ones, but she was totally off the map.

Then she came. It was a sight to behold and a sensation to feel! She shook and heaved so strongly that she nearly threw me off her. Again, if an orgasm involved every inch of a person's body, then hers must have been magnified two or three times.

"Oh, yeah, Jack!" she screamed as her snatch put out volumes of hot, slick fluid. "Ohhh, here it is, lover. Oh, damn. Oh, yesss!" She shivered, she quivered, and she brought it all home.

"Oh god. Aagh!" I echoed, thanking heaven that I could finally let loose myself. I bounced and strained, I probed and plunged, and I let out a real gusher. With a climax that wracked my whole being, I pumped her full of more stuff than I'd thought I had in me. It must have built up as a tribute to her size. Damn, this was great sex!

Then we got up and sat at her kitchen table for a while, sipping some fine California wine. Rosie told me more about her artwork and her efforts to sell it. She specialized in paintings of big women, and I had to say she was on the right track.

But I kept losing track of what she was saying. That was because we were still naked, and she'd laid her huge white breasts on the table! Her big nipples were staring at me like round eyes. So it was only a matter of time before we headed back to bed for another round.

This time, Rosie got up on all fours, and I eagerly knelt behind her. Now I really got to explore her buns, which she raised and wiggled invitingly. Those alabaster globes were much like her breasts, only even bigger! All of her skin was flawless, even that of her bottom. And best of all, there was her pink, blonde-haired slit in the middle.

My newly hard rod was aching to reenter that wonderful opening, but first I wanted to examine it. So I reached into her cleft and opened her with my fingers. Behind her lush blonde bush, she had the most beautiful folds of tender pink flesh. They were wet with her juices and with some of my own. In my time, I'd learned that some female parts were just prettier than others, and hers was indeed a work of art.

Then, holding onto her wide bottom, I went back in. When she felt my hard cock again, her heavy body heaved with happiness. Her white flesh quivered, simply broadcasting sex into the air.

I got into an energetic rhythm, my tight thighs bouncing on the smooth, springy backs of hers. Her blonde head shook, and her mouth opened in a chorus of high-pitched squeals.

"Eee, Jack!" she went. "Eee. Eee. Eee!"

But, as I balled Rosie in that position, there was also the mind-blowing phenomenon of her immense breasts. They were hanging under her now, heavy but still well-shaped, her thick nipples pointing downward. I reached underneath and tried to lift them, but found that I'd have to use two hands to raise just one. Those breasts! Whether Rosie was prone, or leaning over a table, or on her hands and knees, they weren't out of control like some big women's, just burstingly full. But when I let them move in time with our action, they did put on a wonderful show.

Soon I got to enjoy them in yet another way. My partner signaled that she wanted to change positions, so I slid my tool out of her and lay back on the bed. She mounted me, which was a wildly arousing sight, given her thick thighs, full belly, and lushly-furred, spread snatch. Then she lowered herself onto my upstanding rod.

Her voluptuous body began moving up and down, her breasts bouncing weightily. She was totally in control of the fuck now, and the effect was overwhelming. She lifted her gigantic tits with her hands and licked them with her pink tongue, her eyes wantonly meeting mine.

"Oh. Oh, god!" I moaned, my cock feeling fantastic in her tight, hot cunt. "Oh, you're as much woman as any man could want. And as much as he could handle."

"Thanks," Rosie purred. She let her knockers down again in a sudden way that almost shook the room. "I try!"

Then, continuing to ride me, she leaned forward. Now her breasts lay on my chest, incredibly heavy, every inch and pound of them simply charged with sex. I was in tit heaven, indeed. And that wasn't to mention the feel of her thick blonde thatch on my belly, or of her back and rear as I ran my hands over her smooth, endless flesh. Big woman? Paradise!

At last, when I couldn't hold off much longer, I went to the position that would be the ultimate for me. After she came, squealing and shuddering, I made a mighty lunge upward. She bounced back on the bed, and I slid my cock out and got on top of her again.

But I didn't go back into her quim. Instead, straddling her chest, I slipped my switched-on member between her humongous, upright breasts.

Rosie got right into the spirit of things, holding her twin globes up to form a long, slick channel. She almost didn't have to, though, because they sagged very little. Otherwise, there was nothing little about them! I levered my hips strongly, humping her tits, lunging my rod up toward her smiling face.

The feeling I had, as my lubricated prick slid between her massive, milky white mammaries, was among the most magnificent of my life. Their firm, springy shape and the deep valley between them formed an amazing new snatch, not better than but fantastically different from her real one. I had balled breasts before, but not with a woman as busty as

Rosie. My member was incredibly sensitized, my whole body felt marvelous, and in my mind was an exaggerated wet dream come true. Men might dream about breasts like Rosie's, but how many have had their cock between them?

Then, almost before I wanted to, I came. Long jets of my hot, white stuff shot out from between her boobs and toward her open mouth. It nearly looked like her tits were generating the jism instead of my prick, since I was so completely enclosed! She caught some of it and gulped it down, then licked the rest off my tip. She was so free by now that she welcomed all of it.

For my part, I was soaring among the clouds. I thought of the expression "making it," and reflected that in an orgasm, that was what one did indeed. He or she reached a place far above, beyond, or beneath the everyday world. With that big woman, especially, I was enveloped in a deep, smooth, billowy, furry peace. Call me a poet again, but that was how it was!

"Aagh. Ahhhhh!" I bellowed, as I achieved total release. I'd also just lived the consummate tit man's dream.

So that was Rosie. But, as I dismounted and lay back beside her massive, happily sighing body, I thought of Cindy, too.

And that same night when I got home, damned if I didn't get a call from her!

"Hello, Jack," my dark-haired lover said, her velvety voice bringing everything about her back to me. "I tracked you down through the Army. I know we're supposed to let fate bring us together, but I felt like giving it a helping hand again."

She paused. "Actually, I was in a lover's arms when I thought of you. And you know how we always read each other's mind. I had the feeling you were having sex in a big way, as well."

I told her about Rosie's size, and we had to laugh. She couldn't have guessed in what a big way it had been! But I also said I'd been thinking of her.

"It's been too long without you," I said. "I hope fate hurries up."

She was silent then, during which time I pictured every inch of her small, slender form, including the tits and pussy that had brought me such joy. I tried to let our souls meet and to drink in her free spirit over the phone.

Her voice came to me again. "We'll meet again, Jack. The time will come."

And, as she rang off, I knew it would.