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E+ Club 1/2
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E+ CLUB
Cheyenne Chaste Moon
It was another sultry August evening. It was another boring
Friday night. It seemed to be a night like countless others, yet
the air was crackling with excitement and magic, and before it
was over, it would change forever the lives of three young
people.
With a population of only seven thousand, Landesport was a
small, quiet town which many folk would love to retire to. It
was not, however, a place for three young college students who
liked to carouse and have fun. Luckily, Oak Harbor was just a
twenty minute drive away. There, on Friday and Saturday nights,
the students from the neighboring suburbs would converge and
patronize the bars.
The three were out that night, as they were most weekends.
Richard Certette, a senior and leader of the small group, and
who's stepmother was the mayor of Landesport, was driving that
night. Riding beside him was his best friend, Sherman Quigly.
In the backseat sat Bobby Jo Ranger, who, at twenty-one, the same
age as the guys, had just started college.
It was straight up midnight, and the trio was making their
last pass down the boulevard before heading back to their mundane
town, when the magic of that night began. "Holy cow!" Rich
exclaimed, slamming a foot on the brake peddle, tossing his two
passengers forward, nearly causing the car behind to plow into
them.
"What the hell?" Sherman demanded after regaining himself
from a near disastrous impact with the windshield. Richard
didn't answer. He couldn't answer. He appeared to be
hypnotized. Sherman and Bobby Jo slowly turned in the direction
Rich was blankly staring, and they too were struck with silent
incredulity.
Strolling down the sidewalk in their direction was a most
unbelievable sight. It was a sight, until that moment, the trio
had quite often dreamt of, but never truly believed could be a
possibility. She had long, curly locks of billowing flaxen hair;
wide, round, sparkling, emerald eyes; lush, pouting, inviting,
ruby lips; and extremely narrow, almost wasp-like waist, which
accentuated her fabulous hips; a fully packed, shapely, perfect
butt; and Junoesque legs which seemed to go on forever. What
they saw, however, was a more captivating portion of her anatomy.
Her breasts.
Her breasts, which held the trio in a catatonic trance were,
as far as they were concerned, perfect. The two guys longed to
fondle and suck those glorious mounds. Touching their warm,
exciting expanse just once would have made their loins explode
with an orgasmic eruption of untold volume. Her breasts reminded
Bobby Jo of a Ward drawing; round, large, of an unbelievable
stature, firm, and adorned with huge, erect nipples as big as
one's thumb.
The owner of the perfect pair of knockers was wearing black
opera pumps with five-inch heels; a skin tight, black miniskirt,
which barely covered what needed to be; and a super-tight, ultra-
thin, white tank top which made no attempt at concealing her
abundant, auspicious mounds.
The trio watched with amazement, lust, and frustration as
the twin heavenly orbs joggled past them, and seemed to wave at
them teasingly. A few steps later, the gorgeous babe turned back
to face them. She knew what they were thinking, so he decided to
put on a little show. Her hands slowly slid under her nearly
transparent top and gently caressed her breasts, swirling over
them seductively, squeezing them, and tweaking her large,
beguiling nipples. Her face reflected her delight. She closed
her eyes and smiled sensually as she continued torturing the
guys. Just when the trio thought they would go insane with
hysteria, she stopped, laughed with self amusement, then turned
and seductively disappeared through a doorway. The sign above it
read: E+ CLUB.
"You two are disgusting," Bobby Jo informed them. "You see
a pair of tits and you go bonkers."
Sherman turned to address his pal. "Those were more than
just tits, Bobby dear. Those were a work of art," he explained.
"They were exquisite," Rich added over his shoulder.
"You two need some serious help," Bobby Jo commented, not
wishing to reveal that she had gotten just as excited as they.
In fact, she often dreamt of having boobs such as those they had
just seen. And, many times, in secret, she would stuff her
blouse and pose seductively in front of a mirror, fantasizing.
"Let's follow 'em," Sherman suggested.
"Ya don't have ta tell me twice," Rich remarked.
He pulled the car over opposite the building where the
fabulous pair of boobs had entered; the building which, according
to the sign out front, was the E+ Club. The three stood beside
the car and stared at the sign hoping that it meant what the all
thought it meant.
As they crossed the street, sexual fantasies began swirling
through the heads of all three of them. Their adrenaline was
racing and their bodies tingled with excitement as they stepped
through the door to the E+ Club.
They were immediately greeted by a naked giantess; a woman
of true Amazonian proportions. She towered an unnerving six-feet
nine-inches, and had muscles which would easily have been at home
on Conan. Unlike most women bodybuilders though, and more
reflective of the mythological Amazons, this giantess had
enormous hooters; the largest, firmest, most delectable set the
three had ever seen. The capacious brown mounds drooped not even
an inch, and had large, mocha areolas which covered the entire
front of each, and had great, extensive nipples which stood
defiantly, as if threatening to impale anything in their path.
Her portentous mams thrust themselves at the breathless trio
in a most ominous display of power. "What are you three doing
here?" she demanded in a booming voice. The trio stood in
silence, stunned, staring at the menacing mounds which seemed to
be threatening to pound them into submission at any second. The
Amazon spread her tree trunk legs, placed her hands on her hips,
leaned forward, and glared at the intimidated group. "This is a
private club. You'll hafta leave."
It was then the door to the club opened and in walked
another fabulous babe. She, like the one they had seen first
entering the club, and like the giantess who stood before them,
had a set of enormous jugs. Apparently the club had been aptly
named. "Hello, Bruiser," the big busted babe chirped.
"Hi, Brains," the Amazon returned.
"Who are these young people?"
"They're no one," Bruiser informed her sorority sister. She
then turned back to the entranced trio and glared menacingly
again. "In fact, they're leaving right now. ...Right!?!"
"Y-y-y-yes...yes, ma'am," Bobby Jo stammered. She was the
only one who was able to speak. Sherman and Richard were lost in
another world; a world full of sex and giant boobs. Bobby Jo
grabbed her two dazed comrades and quickly retreated back
outside.
"Jesus! This is a tit lover's paradise!" Sherman declared,
finally snapping back to reality.
"Come on," Rich suggested, already heading for the corner of
the building. "Let's see if there's an open window somewhere."
The three were off like a shot. It was almost immediately,
at the rear of the building, that they found just that, and
eagerly peered inside. The room was large and ornately
decorated. It appeared to be a game room, and was currently
occupied by six of the largest breasted women on earth. Two were
playing a game of billiards, two were throwing darts, and two
were engaged in a chess match, and they were all stark naked. It
was a room any tit lover would have killed to be in. The three
were about to die with envy.
The three knelt there, peering in the window, torturing
themselves, for several minutes. Suddenly one of the chess
players, the flaxen haired beauty who started them on the
escapade, leaned back and began to erotically massage her
bountiful breasts, moaning dreamily to herself. The trio wanted
to scream in frustration, but they didn't want to give themselves
away. They wanted to jump through the window and take over the
job for her. She then took and expanse of her right breast in
both hands, lifted it to her sultry mouth, and her tongue began
to swirl about her large, erect, pink nipple.
She was known, by the other sisters of the very unique
sisterhood, as Trolley, and she had noticed the trio peering
through the window and decided to give them another thrill. Her
sultry lips parted, and her tender nipple slid between then and
she sucked and nibbled delightfully.
Richard and Sherman whined pitifully as if in agony.
"Damn," Bobby Jo whispered. "I wish I could do that." She then
quickly glanced at her own chest and was suddenly embarrassed by
her small B-cup bra.
Trolley continued with her stimulating tease. Her left hand
snaked downward and began to stroke earnestly between her thighs.
The three voyeurs were hot and excited, and on the verge of
ecstatic hysteria. Trolley stood, turned her back to them,
spread her legs slightly, and sensuously swayed side to side.
She slowly turned to face them, and what they saw made all three
of them extremely vocal. In her palm, between her sexy thighs
was a very hefty phallus. It was larger than both Richard's and
Sherman's, and it was something Bobby Jo would have loved to
caress, suck, and feel inside her. Being as interested in women
as men, Bobby Jo would have loved to experience that enormous
effector while sucking those hefty globes. It would have been a
unique and thrilling experience. Something she was sure she
would enjoy doing over and over again.
As far as Richard and Sherman were concerned, she was a man!
And they were repulsed! Bobby Jo was rather enthralled by the
size of his equipment, yet, at the same time, was envious, and a
little upset, that a man should have such a perfect pair of boobs
while her own were practically nonexistent. In actuality,
Trolley was a hermaphrodite. He, or rather she, as she
preferred, was the only such sister in the entire order of the E+
Club. Although there were three preoperative transsexuals in the
nationwide sorority, she was the only one who was a natural
"oddity", and the only sister who had a "functional" phallus.
Knowing they had been discovered, the startled trio sprang
up, turned to run, and crashed into a mountain of unyielding
flesh. Bruiser reached out, grabbed Richard in her right vise-
like hand and grabbed Sherman with her left, pulling them to her,
trapping Bobby Jo in the middle, squeezing all three against her
massive mammaries, pressing one of her hard, erect nipples into
Richard's cheek. "I warned you three," she snarled. "Now you're
gonna get it." The three screamed again, and struggled
desperately to get free. Somehow, Sherman managed to slip out of
his jacket and dart off toward the street, toward the safety of
the car. Bobby Jo was able to follow. Unfortunately, Richard
was still a captive of Bruiser's crushing grip, and she hugged
him tighter against her soft, enormous, brown, billowing mounds,
burying his entire head between them.
Richard found himself stripped naked, strapped to what
appeared to be an operating table, in what appeared to be a
doctor's office, in the basement of the E+ Club. Only minutes
later, the door opened and the seven big busted women he had
already seen that night entered, followed by thirteen others. If
not for his predicament, he would have been thrilled to be in a
room with so many scrumptious, naked tits. "Our Governess wishes
to address you," announced Bruiser.
The sea of mammaries parted, and standing in the doorway was
the Governess of the eleventh chapter of the E+ Club. Richard
was shocked! She, like the rest of the women in the room, was as
naked as he, and she, like the rest, had super abundant hooters.
She stood at five foot-five had a sweeping blonde mane, weighed
probably 120 pounds, and had a figure of 55FFF-23-35. But,
unlike the rest...she was the mayor of the nearby town of
Landesport. And his stepmother! Not only was he stunned to
learn that she was the head of the club, but he was also
enthralled by her beauty. Oh sure...he had always know that she
had large breasts; that was one of the reasons his father married
her; but he never thought them to be as large as he now saw them
to be. He never thought them large enough to allow her to join
an organization such as the E+ Club.
"Richie, Richie, Richie," the very young (only two years
older than Richard, himself) Misses Certette mumbled as she
strolled to him, shaking her head, and bouncing her immense
freckled boobs. "Our sergeant-at-arms claims she caught you
peeping in a window. Is that true?"
"No," he defended, scared and uncertain.
"Now, now, Richie. Don't lie to me." The Governess leaned
over and gently buried her stepson's face in her deep, warm
cleavage. "Tell Mummy the truth, Dear. Are you a Peeping Tom?"
she hushed sweetly.
Richie cracked. Tears streamed down his face. He couldn't
lie to such a fantastic pair of jugs. "Yes. I'm sorry,
Stepmother. I am a Peeping Tom."
Misses Certette solemnly shook her head then turned to face
her compatriots. "You heard his confession, my sisters." The
matter was now out of her hands. "Punish him as you please."
She then walked back down the path of parted mams and left the
room, leaving the other members to render his punishment.
The women discussed at length what should be done with the
criminal they had captured. Strapped to the table, Richie could
do nothing but wait and listen, sweat and panic. His heart
pounded, his body trembled, and his mind was conjuring up all
kinds of horrible thoughts.
Finally, he noticed the women had gathered around him again,
and he was ever so afraid. The gorgeous, abundant knockers now
looked like a room full of giant, evil, staring eyes. Trolley
suddenly materialized only inches from him. "Hello, Richie," she
sang in a lilting voice.
"Get away from me, freak!" he demanded, although he knew he
was in no position to do so.
"Now, now. I just came to offer you these." She then bent
over and plopped her overly proportioned tits on his face,
smothering him in her perfumed cleavage.
"Noooo!" he screamed. "Get away from me! That's
disgusting! You're a man!"
"Only part of me. But don't worry, Deary. I'll soon make
you forget all about that. Trust me." She then leaned forward
again and buried his face between her hefty mams.
"Nooo!! Get away from me!" he cried frenziedly, shaking his
head, trying to get his face out from between her massive mounds.
The room exploded with enormous titters and guffaws. Trolley's
exquisite breasts swayed to and fro, slapping his face in a most
erotic manner.
As the women laughed hysterically, Trolley stood back up.
"Perhaps you'd like to suck on something else then?" she quipped
tauntingly.
Richard's stomach churned. "That's disgusting!!" He would
never touch a man's cock!
Trolley smiled knowingly. "Maybe you'd like me to do the
sucking then." Her hand ran down his taut, supple body to his
dick.
"Stay away from me!" he screamed again. Nor did he want a
man to touch him! He was not a homosexual!
A chuckle escaped Trolley's lips as she began to fondle his
limp dick. The laughter from the other women finally died, only
to be replaced with a soft chant of, "Go, Trolley. Go, Trolley."
She climbed onto the table with him and quickly went to work
while he screamed bloody murder. "NOOO!! NOOO!! GET OFF ME!!"
Trolley's lips kissed the head of his still limp phallus, then
slowly slid down until her nose was buried in his balls, and she
sucked, nibbled, and swirled her tongue about. She then started
a slow journey back up, then down, then up, and down again. Her
own aroused member was bouncing all over Richie's face. His head
thrashed side to side, trying to get out of it's way, but it was
always there, and her balls, no matter what he did, kept slapping
him in the nose. It didn't take long before Richard's sexual
emotions overruled his disgust and his member sprang to life.
And it did so so quickly that it nearly choked Trolley. And when
it did, the women once again broke out in a chortle. Trolley's
tongue did so many exciting things to his dick that it was only a
matter of minutes before he forgot everything, and willingly
joined his sex partner, and began moaning pleasurably, enjoying
each rhythmic slide down his lengthy member, each exciting,
unexpected, little nibble, and the sensations of her hot,
playful, teasing tongue.
Trolley soon switched to using her enormous tits on his hot,
throbbing sex toy which he enjoyed just as much, if not more so.
Numerous times she would bring him to the brink of an orgasm,
only to stop at the crucial moment. She would wait a minute,
then start again. This drove him mad, and he begged repeatedly
for her to finish him off. After an hour of torturing him in
this manner, by alternating between her mouth and her tits, she
climbed off the table, leaving him weak, yearning, and unspent.
"Please let me come," he begged, pitifully weeping. "Please..."
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