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"She gazed in the mirror at the school logo emblazoned across the front of the
tee shirt: Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science."

Outside her window, the setting sun washed the verdant slopes of the Great Smoky Mountains in an otherworldly, yellowish light. The summer quarter was nearly over, and the regular school year would begin in less than a week, bringing the horde of students back to a campus that had been pleasantly deserted and private.
Wearing only panties and a very large brassiere, Trudy Caldwell locked the door of her dorm room and set to work. Opening the bottom drawer of her dresser, the busty young woman plunged her hands through the layers of folded clothes and found the plastic refrigerator container at the bottom.
The sophomore Engineering major sat on her bed and opened the box. Inside were needles, pins, an assortment of small spools of thread and various buttons, as well as a 35-mm film canister. Picking up the canister, she popped it open and emptied the contents into her palm, counting the crudely molded white pills. Two left after this one, she thought as she put one in her mouth and chased it with a swallow of Diet Coke.
After concealing everything back in place, she unlocked her door. With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her short-cropped auburn hair, and wondered, Why? Gazing at her reflection in a mirror on the closet door, she put her hands on her large breasts and gave them a squeeze. Their lavish size was very pleasing.
She reached behind her back, unhooked the clasps of her G-cup brassiere and slipped it off her shoulders, baring her lovely boobs. Their firm flesh jutted out from her chest, with only a passing regard for the pull of gravity. Their shape reminded her vaguely of torpedoes, aimed just slightly downward. She smiled as she admired them.
Tossing her big bra onto the dresser, she took a tee shirt that had been draped over the back of a chair, and put it on. She smoothed out the front of it, running her hands over her corpulent bosom and tight tummy. She gazed in the mirror at the backward reflection of the school logo emblazoned across the front of the tee shirt: Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science. This was one of those rare, older tee shirts, bought second-hand from an upperclassman the previous spring. It had been made in the early nineteen-sixties before the school's initials were officially dropped from usage. She felt it was particularly appropriate to see those beloved old letters stretched across her hefty bust.
She switched on the radio, took a joint from her purse, and sat on the bed with her back against the wall. As she lit up, she pondered her motives: she was truly delighted with her appearance now, so why did she continue to take the stupid pills? Who knew? Urges: one of many she entertained regularly. Anyway, the process itself was always interesting. Especially when she was high.
Twenty minutes later, things indeed became interesting. It started with a little nausea and a tight feeling in her chest, and then she became light-headed as her heart began forcing huge amounts of blood into her big breasts. Her big tits throbbed heavily as they swelled, bobbing with every heartbeat.
She lifted up the front of her shirt and studied her expanding mammaries, which were now flushed red as a sunburn. She wondered if watching them grow like this, right before her eyes, was what compelled her to keep repeating the experience.
Trudy was well aware that the first swelling was only a temporary expansion caused by the influx of blood to her boobs, and that the permanent growth would happen overnight. Stimulated by the artificial molecules in her bloodstream, the tissue in her breasts would gorge itself on the protein-rich blood over the next ten hours or so, building new cells as if life depended on it.
Damn, she thought. All of her brassieres were going to be too small tomorrow, and she hadn't had the presence of mind to buy any bigger ones ahead of time. She'd have to shop for some new bras in town again, as soon as her classes were over. She assumed she'd need an H-cup this time, and she didn't know if any of the local stores would stock anything that big. Finding the right size became more difficult every time her breasts grew larger.
As the night progressed, Trudy nursed the joint until there was nothing left but a scrap of oily paper in her roach clip. She passed the time by tuning slowly across the radio dial, stopping to listen to any halfway interesting program or intriguingly far away station for a while, nodding off to sleep now and then.
She looked at her clock and saw that it was almost midnight. Taking off her tee shirt, she got up and stood at the mirror. "Good grief!" she commented out loud as she surveyed her figure. Cupping her swollen breasts in her hands, she turned to one side and then the other, examining herself. "You girls sure are getting big this time," she mumbled. Her tits had expanded to a surprising degree so far. She figured they were about the size of cantaloupes now – the really big kind that they probably force-grow with chemicals. Just like these, she thought, chuckling.
The growth of her boobs was indeed more vigorous than ever before. The fact was that the larger her breasts became, the better able they were to manufacture more tissue for themselves, at the drug's command. In other words: the bigger they got, the bigger they could get.
They were now extraordinarily large and full, undulating heavily as she moved. Her nipples had grown substantially too, for which she was glad, since she had always considered them to be too small. Now they were a nice respectable size, a good half-inch in diameter.
She finally turned out the light and slipped under the covers, her body wearied from its internal activity that evening. As she slept, the growth process shifted into overdrive, enlarging her breasts at an even greater rate. The poor girl couldn't have known that come daylight, the H-cup bras she'd planned to buy would be somewhat inadequate for the task of handling her hefty I-cup bosom.

Jim Robinson, his wife Evelyn, and their three kids Sandra, Philip, and Michael, sat in their family's SUV as Jim slowly piloted the huge vehicle along the tree-lined 'Loop Road' in Cades Cove, a historical farming community preserved within the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The 12-mile long, one-lane asphalt road snaked its way along the perimeter of the cove, past log cabins that had sheltered the first white settlers during the early nineteenth century and clapboard farmhouses abandoned in the 1930's when the Smokies became a National Park. Since then, the Park Service had kept the fields cleared to ward off the ever-encroaching forest, in effect freezing the cove in that moment of time.
The kids begged to stop at every empty cabin so they could run screaming through it just like the pioneers did. There were also primitive church buildings dating back to the first homesteaders, a grist mill that still ground corn meal for sale, and a number of stops where one could park and take a self-guided nature walk.
Everyone in the family was thrilled and amazed by how docile the indigenous deer were. They had pulled up beside a doe and her little fawn grazing by the side of the road, and the deer merely stopped eating long enough to look curiously at the humans before resuming their lunch. This late in the season, there wasn't the usual bumper-to-bumper line of cars on the Loop Road, so the Robinsons had been able to linger for a while without stopping traffic.
As the big vehicle rolled up a hill and around a couple of hairpin turns, another whitewashed old church came into view just as little Michael announced he had to go pee-pee. He was at a critical point in his potty training, and Evelyn insisted Jim stop in the small parking area and take Michael to relieve himself.
"Ev, I don't think this old place is gonna have a restroom."
"Then take him behind a tree in the woods if you have to, but just let him make pee-pee!" his wife told him sharply.
"Gotta go pee-pee," the little one confirmed, holding himself.
"Okay, Michael," his father proclaimed as he turned onto the gravel and parked beside a red Volkswagen neo-Beetle, "Daddy's going to take you to go pee-pee."
Even during this still-sizzling first week of September, the mountain shade made it cool enough to do without air conditioning, so Jim shut the motor off. He got out and took Michael out of his safety seat and carried him up a set of stone steps, onto the grounds of the old Primitive Baptist church.
Three young women were crouching at one of the weathered grave markers in the church's old cemetery, making a headstone rubbing. They looked up from their work to evaluate the intruder, and seeing a little boy in the man's arms, dismissed any concern they might have had. As the girls stood up to move to another marker, however, Jim's interest was piqued when he saw how remarkably well developed they all were, and he nearly forgot about the urgency of his mission.
One of them, he noticed, had especially large breasts, which were challenging the mettle of a woefully undersize yellow bikini top. The girl's extra large boobs bulged out over the edges of her top and rode high on her chest, jiggling exuberantly as she moved. Another of the trio was almost as extravagantly endowed. Her halter-top was barely adequate to contain her very sizable mammaries, which heaved around underneath it like penned up riding bulls before a rodeo event. Even the one with the smallest rack was much bustier than your average female, as the wide stretches across the bouncing front of her tight tee shirt testified. Strolling across the field carrying his son, Jim craned his neck to see them, wondering if they had all agreed that day to wear tops that were too small for their full young bosoms.
"That guy's really looking at us," Samantha commented with a snicker.
"I know. We ought to give him a real show and flash our tits at him," suggested Cindy.
"Not me," Andrea said, "but you guys go right ahead if you want to. Cindy's about to come flopping out of that top anyway!"
"Well, now that I've got it, I might as well flaunt it!"
"I never have understood that, Cin – why so big?"
"Actually, I didn't plan on letting them get this big at first, but I guess I just got carried away or something. But I'll be honest with you – I ain't through yet!"
"Good grief, woman!" Andrea chided. "You must already be a double-quadruple D-cup or whatever! I've never seen anyone so huge! How on earth do you find bras in your size? What's the biggest cup size they make?"
"Andi, I'm only a F-cup!"
"Only a F-cup?!" Andi echoed, flabbergasted. "I'm up to a double-D now, and I'm enormous! Just look at me: I jiggle whenever I walk, and I bounce like crazy going down stairs. And forget running!"
"Oh, you're such a wimp," accused Cindy. "You're barely a woman with mere double-D-cup boobs! Compared to some of those girls, like Trudy Caldwell for example, I'm just small potatoes!"
Samantha snorted. "Yeah, Trudy's potatoes are getting pretty darn big, all right!"
"Oh, is she that one with the really huge boobs?" Andrea asked with wide eyes. "Tall; lives over at Bailey Hall?"
"Uh-huh," nodded Cindy, holding her paper against the gravestone as she rubbed the edge of her charcoal across it.
"Well, she has been living on campus all summer."
"Is she going out with Brian?" Cindy asked.
"More like going down on him," Samantha interjected.
"Oh, gross, Sam!" Andrea scolded with a grin.
As little Michael joyously peed against a tree for the first time, his father was sorely tempted whip out his own as he watched the bosomy trio. The one with the biggest tits was leaning over as she worked, affording Jim a good view of her bountiful cleavage. Her fleshy breasts jostled furiously as she scraped the charcoal back and forth.
While Cindy worked on her rubbing, Samantha looked toward the trees where the man and his young son had gone. "Aww," she cooed. "I can see his little wiener!"
Andrea and Cindy immediately looked up. "What?" they chorused.
"The little boy is making water," Sam said giggling. "Did you guys think I was talking about the man?"
They all laughed and Jim looked away, self-conscious.
"Man, he was really checking you out, Cin!" observed Samantha.
"Well, just look at her!" Andrea admonished. "She's hangin' out for all the world to see!"
"I don't care if he sees 'em. My rule is, you can look, but don't touch, unless I say otherwise," Cindy proclaimed. "Okay, I'm through now. We can go."
Andi and Sam stood up as Cindy gathered her supplies together and carefully put them away in a canvas bag.
"Can we find a restroom now? I really have to go!" Andrea complained.
"Why don't you join the boys over there in the woods?" Sam suggested. "I'm sure they'd love to have the company."
"Believe me, I wish it were that easy!"
Cindy stood and tugged at her overburdened bikini top. This thing is just too small!" she whined.
The other girls laughed at her, and Sam remarked, "Duh!"
Cindy chuckled. "I guess that's fairly obvious."
"You wore it because it's too small, girlfriend!" Sam said.
"True, but now it's really small." She yanked at it more aggressively, but with no relief. Frustrated, she growled, "It's binding me and I can't stand it!" To Andrea's horror and Samantha's delight, Cindy untied her top and snatched it off her body. "Ahhh! She sighed, tossing the top into her bag and massaging her heavy breasts.
"Cynthia Donaldson!" Andi exclaimed as Sam hooted her approval. "That man can see you!"
"Fuck him," Cindy replied, using language she knew would shock her friend even more.
Andi sucked air, grappling for a response, as Sam chuckled at both of them.
Jim couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the girl's huge naked tits wiggling around right there in the National Park! In a churchyard! When she started kneading her voluminous boobs, he wished he'd had his camcorder with him. After a moment's reflection, however, he was glad he didn't, because if he'd caught that moment on video, it was certain Evelyn would eventually see it and go totally ballistic on him.
"Let's go!" Cindy said.
"Are you just going to go around topless the rest of the day?" Andrea demanded incredulously, watching her companions begin ambling back toward the parking area.
"Chill, girl! I've got a spare tee shirt in the Bug. Come on!"
As Jim watched the three nymphets prance out of sight down the stone stairs, he suddenly envisioned the scene from his wife's point of view: I'm gone for several minutes; then naked giggling busty young women appear, coming from my direction. I return. I die.
He realized that little Michael had been tugging on his trouser leg for several seconds. "All finished, Daddy!"

Earl McGuire steered his pickup truck off the sun-baked asphalt and pulled up beside the rusted gas pump from an era gone by. As he stepped out of the vehicle with the intention of strolling over to the garage bay for a chat with Bobby, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his attention to the other vehicle parked at the pumps, and stopped dead in his tracks. A girl wearing shorts and a sleeveless top was filling up her tank, leaning against her car as she watched the numbers scroll up on the antique readout. He pushed his sweat-stained cowboy hat back on his head and stood looking at her with his hands on his hips, focused on the woman's extraordinarily large breasts.
They were much bigger than her top was designed to contain, stretching out the garment's neckline to reveal a startling amount of cleavage. No effort had been made to conceal her brassiere, as was the current fashion among young ladies, and Earl marveled at its extra wide straps and overstuffed cups, peeking out from behind her little shirt.
The gas pump clunked to a halt, and as she leaned over to replace the handle in its cradle, her great boobs were pulled downward by their considerable weight, swaying heavily for a moment until she straightened up again. She seemed to ignore Earl's gawking as she sauntered over toward Bobby to pay for her gasoline, but something in her facial expression acknowledged, and even welcomed his ogling. Her hefty bosom bounced and wobbled wondrously as she walked, stupefying her mesmerized onlookers.
After giving Bobby a twenty-dollar bill and a look he would have remembered for the rest of his life if his eyes had ever made it to her face, she returned to her car and drove away. As the dust settled, the mechanic commented to Earl, "Them's the biggest titties I ever seen!"
"Me too, Bobby! Mercy! Let me have the key to your restroom."
Bobby eyed him warily and reluctantly nodded toward the key, lying on top of his tool chest.

Dr Susan Medina was definitely hot. Roy Barnard sat in her class on the first day of his junior year at the Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, admiring the petite young teacher's glorious hair, angelic face, killer ass, svelte figure, and legs that went all the way up to her neck. Not a word of what she was saying registered in his brain. He had barely passed Dr Medina's Biology 101 last year for the same reason, and he was starting to wonder, even on the first day, if he would be able to pass her course this year.
The previous year, Roy had concluded that the only thing Dr Medina lacked was a nice healthy set of tits. He felt like a jerk thinking that way since she was so near perfection otherwise, but it was undeniable that she was pitifully flat chested, and nice big breasts were undeniably a very important factor for Roy. As he sat with these thoughts, his eyes drifted dreamily to her chest.
As he looked, his brow knitted. Well, maybe I need to reassess my thinking on that point, he considered silently. Upon closer scrutiny, her bust appeared to be rather lovely. Not big, but certainly respectable at the very least. Maybe it was the way she was dressed. He knew that the right clothing could very effectively flatter a woman's bosom, but that wasn't a likely explanation here, because Dr Medina had always worn tight-fitting clothes that left little to the imagination. Roy wondered if it was possible for a grown woman's breasts to begin spontaneously developing again. He struggled to put the question from his mind and concentrate on the lecture.
Biology was Roy's last class for that day, and he was glad when it was over, even though the scenery was so luscious. After stopping by his dorm to relax for a couple of hours, he decided it was time to head over to the cafeteria and get some supper. On his way, he saw pretty Andrea Warner coming down the walk toward him. He'd dated her a few times the year before, and though they'd always had fun together, they'd never gotten serious or been intimate. He called her name and waved as they approached each other, and she waved back, smiling broadly. She sure looked good. She was wearing a pair of very brief shorts that showed off every inch of her long, pretty legs, thus occupying his attention until the two were close enough to speak.
"Hey there, beautiful! Sure is good to see you!"
"Hey yourself, Roy!"
"So what'd you do all summer?"
"Worked."
"Yeah. Me too. Where?"
"I was a Wal-Mart checkout lady!"
"I thought Wal-Mart employees had to weigh at least 300 pounds to qualify for that position."
Andrea chuckled. "No, but it helps! Actually, for the past two weeks I've been living on campus, working with the Earn and Learn program."
"Is that the deal where they pay you to tutor underprivileged kids and then write a paper about it for credit?"
"Uh-huh. It was actually pretty neat. I was a little intimidated at first because I've never worked with children before..."
As Andrea continued telling him about her experience, Roy noticed that her bust seemed considerably fuller than he remembered it being, even camouflaged as it was by her billowy blouse. He knew she wasn't the sort to wear a padded bra – could she have gotten implants?
He thought about Professor Medina's apparent development, and how much bustier Cindy Donaldson had looked when he'd caught a brief glimpse of her across campus earlier, and wondered if it might all be in his imagination. It simply didn't make sense that a grown woman could spontaneously sprout big boobs. Maybe his ceaseless contemplation of oversize breasts had done something to his mind, and he had begun superimposing false images of enlarged tits on the women he met. That'd be strange – but not necessarily a bad thing...

Agent Louis Kerpalscheiker saw his partner Michelle Myers up ahead as he picked his way toward her through the darkness. She was standing on a patio talking with a tall, handsome man in a tailored suit. Kerp stopped and watched them from the shadows. He had never seen the man before, but he didn't like him – not at all. Mich was laughing with him in a way that seemed somehow adulterous, but that was silly: Kerp had no grounds for jealousy because Mich only belonged to him in his fantasy life. Nevertheless, he felt miserable as he watched Mich bat her eyelashes and subtly push out her chest toward the good-looking stranger.
Kerp silently crept closer until he could hear their conversation.
"Michelle, I don't remember you being quite so - buxom," the man said with a smiling glance at her huge bust.
"I had a growth spurt, you might say. It's just one of those things. It seems Mother Nature wasn't through with me yet."
"I'll say! I've never seen a woman so full-busted!"
"I get a lot of stares – some good, some bad. Frankly, in spite of what anyone else might think, I love having really big boobs. It's fun!"
"They're very becoming on you, my dear."
"Thank you, Walter." Mich turned and looked straight at Kerp. "Oh, there you are, Louis. Come join us, won't you?"
Kerp was shocked that Mich had found him out so easily. Nothing to do now, though, but just play it cool. He strolled over to them.
"Louis, this is my old friend Walter Scherningfluntnam; Walter, this is Louis Kerpalscheiker, a coworker of mine."
A coworker? I'm your damn partner, Kerp silently fumed, or did you forget? Usually, whenever she called him by his first name, it was with a fond familiarity that bordered on intimacy, but just now it had been the coldest name he'd ever heard.
"I thought you'd like to know that Walter has asked for my hand in marriage." Kerp's blood instantly froze. "He's a great guy, the solid sort, runs his own successful business, has a huge house, plenty of money..."
More powerful than a speeding locomotive, Kerp thought. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound... His world was turning gray. "Do you love him?" he asked, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.
"Yeah. Walter will take real good care of me, and be a good husband and father. He's been a close friend of the family for years."
"You don't exactly sound like you've been swept off your feet." How Kerp wished he were the kind of guy who could sweep her off her feet.
"Well, I don't think that's ever going to happen, and I really don't want to grow old all alone."
"Are you willing to settle for that? Is that all you want?"
"Listen, sonny," Walter said in a deep voice, taking a step toward Kerp. "You've got a lot of nerve, suddenly acting all concerned about Michelle, when you've had such strong feelings for her all this time!"
Kerp blanched. "What?"
"You know what I'm talking about!" the man abruptly hollered at him with a distorted expression and horrible breath. "And you know exactly what she needs, too! Someone who'll be her soul mate. A man she'll know as well as she knows herself, but who'll always be able to surprise her. You know that, and you withheld it from her!"
Kerp jolted awake with a cry. Exhaling a deep sigh of relief as he realized it was only a dream, he looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 6:00 AM. He turned on the light, deciding he might as well get up a few minutes early anyway: there was a lot to do today. If he worked hard and things went well, he might be able to finish interviewing the list of witnesses before the end of the week, and then go home early.
Rather than take a shower first, he decided to shave instead, so he could answer the phone when his wake-up call came in a few minutes. As he scraped a razor across his face, he mentally organized his to-do list. It would be good to get back to DC – he missed her.

Michelle sat at her desk filling out reports that she had left unfinished on busier days. Hudson was screaming for them, and she could no longer put them off. As she clicked away on her keyboard, her mind gravitated to Kerp, so far away.
He was on one of Hudson's shit assignments, the kind that needed a seasoned field agent, but did not require said agent to be equipped with mammary grandeur. The poor guy. He never bitched, though. Hudson probably thought he was doing Mich a favor whenever he spared her from accompanying her partner on one of these assignments; but she would much rather go anywhere with Kerp than be stuck at home without him.
Lacing her fingers behind her head, she arched her back and indulged in a refreshing stretch. If Kerp had been at his desk next to her, she mused, his eyes would surely have been drawn to her as she thrust out her huge bosom – but that pleasure eluded both of them for the moment.
Michelle's immense boobs were slowly but steadily growing even bigger, a result of the bureau's enlargement regimen. Female field agents of the Federal Bureau of Gigantic Bosoms were put through a program of extreme bust development so they might more easily build a relationship with certain men who would otherwise be unapproachable. A true big-tit man turns to putty in the hands of a woman with a radically oversize pair of breasts. The FBGB maintained the world's most extensive body of knowledge about mammary enlargement because their operatives had to be incomparably busty in order to wield the necessary power over their contacts. It was an edge they intended to keep, so the bureau constantly monitored all advances in breast enhancement technology worldwide.
Years of clandestine research had produced the method Mich was currently undergoing, which induces mitosis in breast tissue, resulting in the ongoing duplication of mammary cells. Initiated by hypodermic injections, an agent's mammary glands would grow rapidly over the following weeks until they achieved the maximum size she could tolerate, at which time a second set of shots would be administered to terminate the process. The bureau had employed this secret technique for years with great success. Though Mich had begun the treatment over three years ago, she had not yet received the 'shutdown' shots. After an impressive start, her growth rate had leveled off, and though her breasts continued gradually expanding to extraordinary dimensions in the ensuing time, she was still not satisfied with their size.
Within the last few months, however, this technique had been superseded at the bureau by a less expensive, more predictable method of breast enlargement. FBGB scientists had finally isolated specific 'development genes', and by identifying the chemicals those genes produce, they had created a pill that naturally enlarges the breasts with precise control. Results of the new drug were very impressive, as the many newly swollen bosoms at the FBGB attested.
It irked Mich, however, that she was still required to keep a written daily log of her development, like some rookie recruit – although it always made her feel good when Kerp was compelled to sneak a peek at her log book to see her current measurements. She was looking forward to telling him she'd just reached the 84-inch mark. She loved the expression on his face whenever she gave him such updates: like a little kid looking into Santa's bag.
"Louis," she whispered, missing him.

Dr. Medina was late for class on Monday. As she walked into the room, it was like a shock wave as people reacted in various ways to her appearance. There could be no doubt about it now: her breasts had irrefutably grown bigger: much bigger! This gorgeous woman, whom Roy had at one time filed under the category of "Hot Babe Even If She Is Flat", was now standing in front of the class with a serious set of magazine-grade knockers! They stuck out, they made big horizontal wrinkles across her blouse, they bounced – all the things actual big tits do! She was wearing her characteristically tight clothing, and even though she was obviously wearing a bra, her nipples were clearly outlined in the material. As she went about the routine of teaching the class, Roy followed her every movement, watching how her voluptuous breasts jiggled, and marveling at their striking protrusion. Miss Medina had Roy's undivided attention for the entire hour, though he couldn't have told you a thing that was discussed.
After class, Roy decided it would be a good time to cruise by the Student Center and grab a snack. He walked in the door and was taking a moment to survey the disorder when he heard his name being called. It was his best friend Brent Norris, sitting in a booth with some girl, waving him over.
"Roy! My man!"
"Hey, Brent!" they shook hands warmly and Roy sat opposite them.
"Roy, this is Julie Clark, she's a sophomore transferring here from UT. We met during summer semester. Julie this is Roy Barnard."
"Hello, Roy."
"Hi, Julie." Roy could not help but notice the girl's particularly large bust. She was obviously not wearing a bra and as they all sat chatting, she seemed to be purposely animating her torso so as to maximize the bobbing and swaying of her abundant bosom. As sincere a tit-man as Roy was, all this intentional jostling seemed a bit silly, as if no one had ever had breasts before, but what the heck – big boobs are big boobs.
After several minutes, Julie excused herself to go to an appointment. Both men watched her as she walked out of the Student Center, and when she had bounced out of sight, Roy turned to his friend and commented, "Nice tits!"
"You said it!"
"Fuckin' her?"
"Constantly. The best sex I've ever had."
"Good for you!"
"Damn straight it is! You know how I love them big titties."
"I've been noticing an awful lot of them around here this year. I'm not complaining, but it's really kind of weird!"
Brent chuckled and looked down at the tabletop, shaking his head. "Dude: you are not gonna believe this..."


Thursday morning, the phone on Michelle's desk rang. It was Hudson demanding to know why Kerp hadn't included a transcript of a suspect's confession in his last report. Mich gently reminded him that Kerp had been in the field all week, and had not had time to print the transcript before leaving. She promised the Director that she would find the document on Kerp's computer, print it out, and deliver it as soon as possible. Michelle was one of the few bureau employees that could sweet talk Hudson's fury into remission, even when Hudson knew very well that she was covering for someone she loved.
Upon hanging up, she scurried over to Kerp's desk and started his computer. The system finally came to life and she began searching through all the directories for the confession, stretching her arms around her enormous, bulky bosom in order to reach the keyboard and mouse. Her confidence in being able to find the file began to fade as she opened directory after directory with no success. She finally searched the system folder, simply because it was the only place she hadn't looked.
Then, frustrated that she had found nothing, it occurred to her that Kerp might have accidentally deleted the file. She launched a utility program that could look for "erased" files that were no longer recognized by the operating system, but still existed on the hard drive. Scanning the list of such files, she perked up when saw a word-processing document named "Confession_Dec01". The December reference seemed wrong, but she was obliged to check it out.
She clicked the RETRIEVE button and waited for the process to finish. In a few seconds, Michelle opened the resurrected document and read:

My dearest Mich,
You'll never read this, so I'll speak frankly and openly about how I feel. I think you already know I love you with all my heart. What you don't know is that I love you in every way a human being can love another. I never knew it was possible for me to feel this much love for a woman. If I weren't so crazy about you, I'd have told you how I feel a long time ago, but I need you too much to take that chance...

As she read the text of the note she had stumbled upon, so many feelings flooded her soul that she felt incapable of containing them all. She sent the document to the laser printer and read it again on the screen as she waited for it to print.
As soon as it was ready, Mich grabbed the sheet of paper and hurried to the ladies' room. She locked herself inside a stall and read the letter yet again as she sat on the commode fully dressed, laughing and crying at the same time. Her eye makeup ran down her cheeks and though she tried to minimize the damage by dabbing at her face with toilet tissue, she really wasn't very concerned with her makeup at the moment.
That idiot, she thought to herself. Why didn't he tell me? An invisible finger suddenly pointed back at her. Right. Why didn't I tell him? Because we're both idiots! She chuckled amid her tears and mentally named their movie, Idiots in Love.
She read the last lines of his letter again:

No one else will ever own my heart like you do. I've stopped looking forward to the weekends, unless we're going to be together for some reason. I live for the work week, because the only time I feel alive is when I'm with you. You're my dream girl, Mich. I'm crazy about you!

Michelle almost dared not hope for the corny things she dreamed about in her childish heart – visions of marriage and home and babies. She reined in her imagination and concentrated on the here and now. A lot of other things had to fall into place before she could realistically consider any of that.
The first among which was to verify that this letter represented Kerp's true feelings. Logically, that ought to be the case, but she couldn't just throw herself at the man without knowing his position (though she had come very close to doing exactly that on more than one occasion). But how in the world could she determine for sure that the letter was genuine? It immediately became apparent that she would have to accept the risk and confront him. Approaching him about this would be uncomfortable, even embarrassing if it somehow turned out to be a misunderstanding, but she had to do it. She couldn't stay in this state of limbo.
She composed herself, folded the letter, and left the stall. Standing in front of the big mirror, she had just begun repairing her makeup when Faith Church came in. Faith, just out of training, was a naturally busty young woman of extreme proportions. Her huge breasts rocked heavily as she entered the ladies' room.
"Hey, Michelle!" she said. It had taken a while, but Mich had come to understand that when Faith, a southern girl, said 'hey' to someone, she meant 'hello'.
"Good morning, Faith."
"Sweetie, are you all right?" Faith asked with sincere concern, noting the state of Mich's makeup.
"I'm fine," she answered.
"But you've been crying!"
Michelle smiled and nodded, and handed her the printout. She had to share it with someone, and she felt a certain kinship with Faith, who was currently dating one of Kerp's buddies. "I just found this on Kerp's computer. He never told me."
Faith opened the letter, and as she read, her facial expression reflected its content. When she had finished, she looked back at Mich and asked, "You just found out about this?"
Mich answered with a nod.
"How do you feel about him?"
Michelle smiled. "I've been crazy about him from the start. I love him so much."
Faith's face started to pucker with sympathetic emotion, and in her sweet unguarded manner, she hugged Michelle. There was some jockeying for position as the two excessive bosoms met. "Now don't get me started again," Mich pleaded.
"Why didn't you two ever tell each other?" Faith asked incredulously, taking a step back and holding Michelle's hand.
"I don't know. It's just the way we are. We spend so much time with each other and it's so much fun being together, I guess neither of us wanted to rock the boat. But you know what – I think I've been seducing him this whole time."
"Moe told me he was pretty sure you two were an item, but that Kerp wouldn't admit it. Frankly, I was wondering about y'all myself, even before Mohammed mentioned it. You two seem to go together like peas in a pod. So – whatcha gonna do about this?"
"I'll have to ask him about it, but I just don't know how."
"Sweetie, just put your cards on the table. No man would write something like this and keep it a secret if it weren't the gospel truth!"
"Wow. I hadn't thought of it that way. You're right!"
"Then don't be shy! When are you going to talk to him?"
"I need to soon – this is driving me nuts! He's out in the field this week, though. He'll probably call this afternoon, but I really need to discuss this with him in person."
"Well, y'all need to get past this thing and move on to the good stuff! You should break into his apartment and wait for him to come home, draped across his bed wearing a teeny little nightie. I'd love to be a fly on the wall just to see his face!"
Mich smiled slyly as she considered the notion, commenting, "Actually, I wouldn't have to break in: I have a key to his place."
"Sakes alive, gal! When a man gives you the key to his apartment, that means he's ready for love!" Faith advised with a giggle.
"It's a tempting idea, but with my luck, he'd probably come through the door bringing along his Aunt Matilda. You're right, though - I really do need to figure out some decent way pull this off!"
"You've got one chance to take advantage of this situation here, and whatever you do will most surely go down in history. My guess is that it's going to be a story you'll tell your grandkids, so make it a good one!"
The thought of grandchildren belonging to her and Kerp brought on the tears again. She then uttered aloud the name, "Michelle Kerpalscheiker," and they both snickered.

At 3:15 PM, Michelle's cell phone rang. "Myers," she answered.
"Hi, Mich – it's Kerp."
"My man!" she greeted him. "Good to hear you."
"Same here. How's it going?"
"Never better! How are things going there?"
"Excellent on this end, too! I've got everything wrapped up already, so I'm taking an early flight home."
"Great!" Her little heart skipped a beat. "When?"
"Arrival time is 7:05 this evening."
"Do you need me to pick you up?'
"No, my car's at the airport. Thanks, though."
Disappointed, she searched for some other way to see him. "How about stopping by my place on your way home and I'll feed you a home cooked supper?"
"That sounds terrific! There's no reason to make a big fuss, though, Mich – just order a pizza and that'll be fine."
"Nope. I'm cooking for you, and there's no way out of it! I promise not to serve you anything too lethal."
"Now, stop that! I know you're a good cook; I just don't want to put you out."
"You're not putting me out. This is my idea, remember? I just want to do something to remind you that I'm a girl."
"That fact, my dear, is indelibly impressed upon my innermost being. It'll probably be close to eight o'clock by the time I get to your place. I hope you don't mind waiting."
I've waited this long, Mich reasoned silently.

When Michelle answered his knock at her door, Kerp was stunned. She was wearing a floor length black silk dress with string straps, cut so low that an electrifyingly immodest portion of her huge bosom was exposed, undulating before his eyes. Her big nipples poked into the fabric proudly, each encircled by radiating wrinkles. She savored the hunger on his face and the effort that was evident as he struggled to move his gaze from her enormous bust to her eyes.
Mich looked so incredibly sexy that Kerp didn't know if he had the self-control to be with her all evening without seizing her and having his way with her. She looked like she hadn't seen him in years as she grabbed him in an eager embrace. This wasn't the sort of leaning hug that large-breasted women tend to give; she unabashedly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her tremendous bosom, as far into her cleavage as the tight dress would allow.
"Wow!" Kerp said, smelling her hair while he was in the neighborhood. "If this is the reception I get, I should go out of town without you more often!"
"No, you shouldn't."
He wanted never to release her, but propriety insisted. Or at least he thought it did; she seemed to be more reluctant to let go than he was.
"Come on in. How was your flight?"
"Uneventful."
"An uneventful flight is a good flight."
"Absolutely. You look incredible, Mich. I didn't know this was a dress-up thing. I would have worn something a little nicer. You didn't change your mind about eating at home tonight, did you?"
"No, I didn't. Don't feel uncomfortable, dear, I just wanted to dress up for you."
"Really?" He glanced once more at her enormous unbrassiered tits, wiggling half-exposed just an arm's length away. They seemed impossibly big to him. He couldn't tell if her boobs had actually grown that much bigger while he was away, or if absence from her incredible figure had merely normalized his sense of proportion.
"Supper is ready, so let's eat while it's hot."
"Great! I'm hungry." She took his hand and led him from the foyer into the living area. "Mmm, it smells terrific! Wow – I see you even set your dining table!" Normally when they ate together at her place, they sat either at the kitchen table or in front of the TV. "What's the occasion?" he asked.
"Can't I get out the good china without it being a special occasion?" she teased. She had made a point to have their food ready by the time Kerp arrived so they could finish as soon as possible and move on to bigger things.
"I passed up the in-flight meal on the way, to save myself for your home cookin', but I did bring us a bag of nuts for dessert," he jested.
"Oh, I've got something special in mind for dessert," she declared.
"What is it?"
"It's a surprise," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I hope you like it."
"I'm sure I will."
The meal was delicious, and Kerp ate voraciously, wolfing down his serving as if he hadn't eaten in days. Later he was somewhat embarrassed when, being almost finished, he noticed how little Mich had eaten.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"I feel wonderful."
"You've hardly touched your food. It's so good – are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes! I just don't have much of an appetite tonight. I've got something on my mind."
"Anything you want to share?"
"As a matter of fact. I just thought we should eat first, before discussing it."
Kerp paused a beat. "Oh. This sounds serious."
Mich nodded. "It is."
Uh-oh, Kerp thought as a cold sweat engulfed him. She's leaving the bureau! No, she's going to marry some geek from her past! Why did I allow this to happen? I should have told her a long time ago how I feel about her! How could I have let this woman get away? "Okay. What's up?"
She gazed back at him a moment, and decided that it was as good a time as any. "Kerp, I need to know something, strictly between you and me. Whatever your answer, we'll keep it between the two of us and we don't ever have to talk about it again if you don't want to. All right?"
"Uh – sure, Mich."
"I mean we're buds, right?"
"To the end." Bewildered, Kerp compulsively watched her immense breasts swing around inside her gown as she leaned over and picked up a hardcopy of Kerp's confessional letter from the buffet nearby. She handed him the paper and asked simply, "Is this true?"
Lord, what have I done now? He took the letter from her and unfolded it. At first he didn't remember it was something he himself had written, mistaking it for a love letter from some secret beau, but he soon realized it was his letter, and he was the secret beau. Caught! There'd be no excuses this time. The cat was out of the bag.
"But I deleted this file! How'd you get it?"
"I was looking for the transcript of the Macaluso confession you were supposed to have given Hudson, and I used DataVise to undelete your letter, thinking that might be it. You didn't answer my question: is this true?"
He couldn't see past her unruffled veneer, and didn't know if she was angry, interested, disgusted, or amused. Time to own up and face the consequences. "It's true. Please don't be offended, Mich. I never meant for anybody to see that."
Maintaining an absolutely straight face, she looked him dead in the eye and said, "Do you have any idea how much trouble could come down on both of us if that letter had been discovered by someone other than myself?"
"But I deleted it!"
"Not so it couldn't be retrieved. What do you think Hudson would do if he caught us necking on the job or something?" she asked crossly. Kerp squirmed, miserable. " Or what if we were alone together in the elevator and it got stuck, and we proceeded to totally screw each other silly, right there on the floor with The Girl From Ipanema on the overhead speaker? When they found us, the elevator would be full of semen and ripped clothing, my lipstick would be smeared across both our faces, and your fingerprints would be all over my boobs," she continued, thrusting her chest out as if it could make her giant breasts more obvious. "These people are trained in forensic investigation! They'd figure it out! We could both lose our jobs!"
Kerp began deliberating on Mich's strange reprimand. Fingerprints all over her boobs? What's going on with her?
"Or what would happen, for example, if I invited you over to my apartment for supper and seduced you with my wily feminine ways?" she asked, beginning to soften her tone. "What if I asked you to spend the night in my bed, or asked you to slip these little straps off my shoulders and fondle my great big boobies?" Then she grinned.
Kerp gazed at her in wonderment for a few seconds, and then exhaled a chuckling sigh of relief. "Michelle Myers!" he said, shaking his head. "You're playing with me!"
"I must admit. Sorry – I couldn't resist!"
"You're not sorry in the least!"
"That's true. But it was a spur of the moment thing: mostly unpremeditated. And since I took the liberty of playing with you, in a minute I want you to come over here and play with me," she said with a wink. "But first I need to respond to your beautiful letter. By the way, that's the second copy I've printed out. The first one got all messed up."
"How?" he asked, still somewhat confused.
"Never mind that. I just want you to know that I feel exactly the same way about you."
"You do? Really?"
"Of course!"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"The guy is supposed to make the first move! A lady likes to feel – pursued. Besides," Mich continued, "I didn't want to risk scaring you off and possibly losing my best friend. Why didn't you make a move on me?"
"I was afraid you'd break my arm! Plus, I thought you might see it as a betrayal of our trust."
"Oh. Yeah, I can understand that."
"Mich..."
"Shut up and let me finish. I've come to realize that I've been in love with you since the beginning. I haven't even gone out with anyone else in almost three years! I feel so at ease when I'm with you – except for wanting to screw you so bad it hurts! I've never wanted or loved a man so much in my life, Louis, and I'm not going to hide my feelings from you anymore. You're the one, my friend. There's nobody else who could ever win my heart and soul like you have."
"Wow. Mich!" Kerp sat back in a daze, trying to absorb these things. "Incredible! If I'd only known... Did I mention in my letter that I think about you all the time?"
She smiled and answered, "Yes, you did. But feel free to mention it again."
"You're constantly on my mind."
"Same here."
"I even stole your picture from your personnel file so I could look at you when I'm at home."
"I've noticed it. The first time I saw it was the night I fell asleep on your couch, remember? You never knew this, but in the morning before you woke up, I sneaked into your bedroom and watched you sleep, and I very nearly got under the covers with you. I'd taken all my clothes off and everything!"
"Really? You were naked in my bedroom?! Shit! I can't help but think about all the wasted time."
"Well, instead of wasting any more, why don't you come over here and take this dress off of me... There's not a thing underneath it, by the way."
"Man – this is hard to believe! It's been so long since I've been with anyone."
"Me too. If you forget what to put where, just let me know and we'll have fun figuring it out together."
"Oh, I don't think I'll forget. I've been rehearsing."
Kerp stood and stepped toward her. Michelle also got up and met him halfway.
"This is so exciting," she said with a girlish giggle. "I'm really nervous."
"Me too."
He reached out and took her face between his hands, brought her lips to his and kissed her. Their tongues met and played, and their hands began exploring each other's bodies. Kerp slipped the straps of Michelle's dress off her shoulders, and with a little help, the bodice fell to her waist, baring her immense breasts. He placed his hands on their fleshy sides and caressed them appreciatively. As erotic as it was to look at Michelle's enormous boobs, it was a thousand times more so to have them in his hands, doing with them as he pleased. He slid his palms across their expansive curvature to her fat nipples, which he gently played with.
The two new lovers soon forgot their nervousness.
Michelle began unfastening Kerp's trousers as he sent wild thrills through her body. The touch of his hands on her breasts felt so amazingly good, she momentarily feared she might faint. Foreplay had never been this intense before. She opened his pants and freed his erection, moaning blissfully as she caressed it between her hands.
Kerp's passion rose rapidly as she fondled his genitals, and he pulled her dress down, letting it fall to the floor. Then he attempted to pry his shoes off with his toes while kissing Michelle and feeling her up at the same time, but the task proved too awkward.
Their lips parted and they looked in each other's eyes from a very few inches away. Still playing with his engorged member, she said quietly, "This is wonderful, Kerp!"
"I know."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Let me help you with those shoes." As she stooped down and began unlacing them, she slurped the head of his engorged penis into her mouth. Meanwhile, Kerp tried to unbutton his shirt. After helping him off with his shoes and pants, Michelle stood up again. He unabashedly watched the heavy bouncing of her gigantic tits, and did what he'd been wanting to do for a long time: he lifted them up and buried his face between them, kissing their soft sprawling acreage as he worked his way toward one of her nipples.
While she tenderly stroked his stiff dick, he started sucking on her and she drew a deep breath. The nipple grew in his mouth and she tilted her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure. He then sent one hand exploring between her legs, and after locating her clitoris, began fingering it slowly. She let out a moan of pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Louis," Michelle rasped when she couldn't stand waiting any longer. "Take me to bed!"
...and now here he was, about to actually make love with his Gorgeous Naked Dream Girl Tit-Goddess.

...and now here he was, about to actually make love with his Gorgeous Naked Dream Girl Tit-Goddess.

Kerp took her hand and led her down the short hallway, keeping an eye on her enormous naked boobs, which bounced deeply with each step. As they entered her bedroom, he thought of how many times he had fantasized about being with her, and now here he was, about to actually make love with his Gorgeous Naked Dream Girl Tit-Goddess. He was tempted to pinch himself to see if it was a dream, but thought better of it, half-fearing he might be right. If this was a dream, he was at least going to take care of this before waking.
Michelle sat down on the edge of the bed facing Kerp as he stood with his swollen hard-on wagging before her. She took it into her mouth, slowly moving up and down its length to lubricate it. Then she lifted up her huge tits and clamped them around his erection as he began tit-fucking her. After an exhilarating couple of minutes, he stopped and gently pushed her backward onto the bed with a look on his face that said, Woman, I'm going to have you now!
He crawled on top of her and she grasped his erect shaft, guiding it as he gently pushed inside her for the first time. They both moaned in delight as he penetrated her more deeply with each stroke. It was an incredible sensation for both of them, not only because they were fiercely horny, but also because of the way their bodies fit together so perfectly.
With Michelle's gigantic tits pressing solidly against Kerp's chest, the lovers began moving together in exuberant counterpoint, getting to know each other in new and extraordinary ways. As they assaulted one another, Kerp opened his eyes and looked at her pretty face. He found that she was looking back at him with an expression that spoke volumes about the pleasure he was giving her. It was exciting enough for each of them to be having sex at all, but to be making love together was doubly stimulating, and it didn't take long for things to approach a crescendo. Mich began vocalizing her pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to satisfaction, and Kerp took glad note of the fact that he had a moaner on his hands.
As he sensed her orgasm about to erupt, he released his own too, and a flood of ecstasy simultaneously swept them up and merged them into a single being for that moment. The lovers clung to each other joyfully as waves of rapture washed over and through them. Lying in their blissful embrace, the intensity of their climax slowly began to ebb, and they both broke into spontaneous laughter.
When the laughter had subsided, Kerp asked, "Okay, why are you laughing?"
"I honestly have no idea. I just had to!" she panted.
"Me too! That's a new one on me."
"Yeah. It was some kind of catharsis, I guess, after we've wanted this for so long. You're totally amazing, by the way," Mich asserted. "I knew you would be."
"You're amazing!" he countered. "I've never had anything like this before!"
"Me either," she sighed. "I should have dispensed with protocol and just forced you to be my sex slave a long time ago."
Lying on top of her with his erection inside her and her huge breasts pillowed against his chest, he confided, "I've never looked into a lover's eyes during sex. That's so cool!"
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it is. I hadn't either."
"I'm so glad this happened!"
"Yeah, finally!" Mich said with a chuckle.
"I've had dreams about making love with you."
"Really?" she asked, looking at him with an intrigued smile.
"Oh, yeah! Lots of times."
"Tell me about them!"
"Well, generally in these dreams, we take our clothes off and fuck each other."
"All right, bozo! Then tell me about one of them! And I want specifics!" she commanded, grinning and poking him.
"Well, one of my very favorites was a dream I had a few months ago. You walked up to me wearing a black tee shirt, which you lifted up to show me your big naked tits, and then you clamped my head between them and kissed me right on the lips! It was great! So I backed you up against the wall and nailed you right there. We got good and sloppy about it, too! That was the only part of the dream that was still true after I woke up!"
"Ooo, yeah! I've changed a few pairs of midnight panties myself, after dreaming about you! In fact, it was the first of those dreams that made me realize how much I'm attracted to you."
"No kidding? Cool!"
"So was it as good in real life as it was in your dreams?" she asked.
"There's no comparison, of course! But it's worth mentioning that making love with you in my dreams was the best sex I'd ever had until just now!"
After several minutes of lying together still united, they finally rolled over to one side and disengaged, lounging on the bed in radiant exhaustion and giggling a little from time to time. As they lay facing each other, Kerp played a game with Michelle's huge lolling boobs, trying to balance the upper one atop the bottom one without letting it roll off.
"They'll never cooperate," Mich advised. "I know from experience how stubborn they can be about that. I guess if I was wearing a bra I wouldn't have this problem."
"Problem? What problem?" he asked, giving up and letting her upper breast slide off its twin.
After a moment's reflection, she said, "This makes so much sense – the two of us being together."
"I know," he agreed. "More sense than my life has ever made before."
Sprawling together naked on Michelle's bed, the lovers quietly savored each moment as time drifted by, gazing dreamily at one another, kissing and caressing now and then. Finally Mich sat up, cross-legged on the mattress beside Kerp. He loved to see her in that position because she looked so sexy with her enormous boobs resting on her thighs and knees. Of course, in the nude, she was that much more alluring.
"Louis," she said, "this probably goes without saying, but I have tell you anyway. I'm simply overwhelmed! I feel like we've started out on a huge new adventure, and I don't ever want it to end! You've been my best friend since we first knew each other, and that alone is more precious to me than anything in the world. And now that we're lovers, it's almost too much to take in!"
"It's wonderful!"
"Even if the sex wasn't so amazing, I'd still be blown away!" Mich paused and sighed happily. "By the way, I want you to know you give me incredible pleasure when you play with my boobs," she said, placing her hands under them and giving them a little lift. "I was afraid they were getting too darn big and that they'd only be in the way during sex, but you really know what to do with them!" she said, clutching their bulky flesh to her chest.
"Just doin' what comes naturally," he said, watching her tremendous breasts as she released them and let them fall heavily into her lap.
"I've been hauling around these humongous tits all this time, and I had no idea they'd be so much fun during sex! That makes me more excited than ever about being this big!" She unconsciously tossed her head to fling a wisp hair out of her face, and caused her enormous breasts to bump together and shudder enticingly. Kerp didn't let this nuance escape his trained eye, and that eye immediately sent an urgent message to his groin.
Michelle noticed that Kerp's penis, rather than exhibiting the fat-and-happy plumpness of a recently satisfied member, was now becoming fully erect again. As she reached over to fondle it, her immense boobs swung out, dangling just inches from his hands. Bees are drawn to flowers, moths fly into the light, and Kerp's hands went to Mich's giant undulating breasts, stroking their wiggling tips and making her nipples erect.
Once again, intercourse was afoot.

She shrieked a high note and climaxed with pointed intensity. After several wondrous seconds had elapsed, she panted, "Louis Armstrong Kerpalsheiker! Where did you learn to do that?!"
Raising his head from between her legs, he said, "I didn't know you knew my middle name."
"That was incredible!"
"Glad you liked it. I learned that from an ancient Hindu sex manual that predates the Kama Sutra."
"Wow! You've completely turned me to jelly! Uhhhn! I'm your slave!"
"Yeah? I should have tried that a long time ago!"
"Darn right! Okay, now it's your turn to come. Climb on top of your big mama," she coaxed with a grin.
"Actually," he replied as he mounted her and slid in, "I already did."
"Mmmm," Mich intoned, welcoming him into herself again.
"A couple of times, in fact."
As his words registered in her brain, she asked, "You did?"
"Uh-huh. Remember those times I withdrew for a few seconds?"
"Yeah, I thought maybe you were climaxing, but then you kept right on making love to me!" she said, relishing the sensation of his body on hers again. "How can you do that?"
"A man can have multiple orgasms if he knows the technique," Kerp explained, probing around in search of maximum penetration. "An ejaculation and an orgasm are actually two different things; they just seem to be one and the same because they usually occur together," he explained, taking one of her big erect nipples in his mouth.
"You're serious?"
"Mm-hm," he answered, not releasing it.
"Well, how in the world do you do that?"
Letting her abundant flesh fall from his lips, he replied, "Basically, once a guy learns how to isolate and control ejaculation, he can go for hours, climaxing as often as he wants. An ejaculation concludes sex for a man, but an orgasm doesn't. It just takes a little time to get the hang of separating the two."
"Why don't guys know about it?
"Oh, a lot of them do."
"You're the only man I've ever been with who does. So many seem to prefer the 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' technique. So how'd you learn about it?"
"I read it in a book. Now are you going to talk, or are you going to fuck?" he asked with a grin, pumping her with a couple of emphatic strokes.
"Oh, I'm fucking, Mister K," she assured him, grabbing his butt and firmly pressing him into her.

Mich had just had another lovely series of orgasms, and Kerp was giving her a chance to catch her breath, burrowing his face b