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CHAPTER ONE

Marc was about to be sucked off by a chesty blonde nurse when the phone rang and woke him up.

He opened his eyes wide as the annoying ringing shattered his cherished privacy along with all hopes of ever finishing what promised to be a quite satisfying fantasy. Cock still in hand, he considered ignoring whatever intruder was daring to call him at this hour of the morning and falling back to sleep, back to the warm wet mouth of Nurse Bigtits. Instead, he picked up the phone and struggled to find his voice. "Hello?" he said sleepily.

"Good morning, lover," the voice on the other end said.

Marc's groggy brain was unable to match a face to the attractive voice. He wondered if it might be Nurse Bigtits herself.

"What time is it?" he asked, stalling until he could pull himself together sufficiently to recognize the caller.

"Nearly eight-thirty…"

Damn! He hated to wake up before eleven. Especially when he was on vacation. Especially when he was about to be eaten by Nurse Bigtits!

"Sorry to call so early," the voice went on, "but I woke up feeling horny as a bitch, and I wondered if maybe I could pop over to finish off what we started last night."

By this time. Marc had mustered enough presence of mind to identify the voice as being that of his bedroom companion from the night before, a perky little blonde named Marcia.

He was also aware of the fact that he was still clutching his own swollen cock in a tight sweaty fist. He massaged it gently as thoughts of the previous night began to fill his waking brain.

"Sure, baby," he said, urgently kneading his tool as memories of the previous night's adventures replaced his waking fantasies.

"Beautiful," Marcia cooed. "See you soon, my stallion."

She hung up, leaving Marc with a telephone receiver in one hand and a fistful of dick in the other. Returning the receiver to its cradle, he continued his firm massage with the other hand. His mouth widened into a smile as his now awake brain digested the fact that Marcia would soon be in bed beside him.

The irony of the situation, as Marc was by now well aware, was that Marcia was, in reality, none other than Nurse Bigtits. Her real name was Marcia Bigley, but she was a nurse and she most definitely had big tits. It was undoubtedly the latter which had attracted Marc in the first place.

Marc had been sitting in the Cozy Corners Tavern when those particular boobs first caught his eye. As usual, Marc had left work with a hard-on and a mad passion to get laid, and, as usual, he was sitting alone in the bar with no prospects. Then Marcia sat next to him.

Marcia had the biggest pair of tits Marc had ever seen in his life. She wore a tight silk blouse which she kept unbuttoned almost to the waist, exposing a deep cleavage into which Marc desperately yearned to shove his trembling hand. Even more exciting than the cleavage, however, were the huge pointy discs which seemed to stand erect at the front of each full boob. Marc could see the roundness and the redness of each darling nipple through the thinness of the blouse, and he wanted very badly to rip it off and free the poor things and treat them to the licking and sucking which they so obviously needed and deserved.

Marc's eyes traveled down the length of the girl's luscious body. She had crossed her legs now, hiking her tiny skirt up almost to her waist. It was obvious that she wore no stockings, and Marc imagined that she wore no panties either. Her thighs looked soft and creamy in perfect contrast to her hard, womanly calves, and Marc had to clutch his drink tightly in both hands to keep from shoving one of them rudely into her snatch.

The girl ordered a drink and turned coolly toward Marc, her big blue eyes studying him carefully as he tried hard to think of something to say.

"Hi," he said lamely, wondering why it always looked so easy in the movies.

The girl smiled broadly. Leaning over, she pressed her massive bazooms against Marc's chest and kissed him wetly on the mouth. The kiss was a short one, but it was rich and open-mouthed. "You're the shy type, huh?" she said.

"I guess so," Marc admitted. The girl directed her gaze to the visible bulge in Marc's crotch.

"It doesn't look to me like you have anything to be shy about," she said.

As she leaned over again, her fingers dropped to Marc's lap and rested there, applying gentle pressure as her lips again fastened themselves to Marc's hungry mouth. This time, he did not let her escape so easily. His tongue carefully explored the insides of her cheeks as she sucked at his mouth as if it were some kind of ripe fruit. Again, the kiss was not a long one, but before it was over she had succeeded in undoing his fly and freeing his swollen member. She held it firmly in her small fist and squeezed it gently as she pressed her breasts tighter against his chest. He imagined what it would be like to rub his cock up and down in the moist cleavage between those great melons.

She continued to rub the underside of his cock with her palm as she drew back and again looked him in the eye. His own palms sweated heavily as she alternately rubbed and squeezed him. He longed to plunge his shaft deep into the mysterious warm hole which was busily lubricating itself under the waist-high skirt. The girl seemed able to read his thoughts as she smiled and put her full lips to his ear.

"I'm Marcia," she whispered hotly, "and I would just love to eat your cock." Marc began to throb in earnest, but Marcia clenched his eager organ tightly. He winced slightly at the sudden unexpected pain.

"Not yet, lover-boy," Marcia said. "You're not going to waste a single drop of that sweet come in Marcia's hand. We're going to go to my place and see if you can't choke me with that big thing of yours."

Giving it one last squeeze, Marcia carefully returned the pulsing organ to Marc's pants and zipped him up. She took his hand and led him to the street. Marc was excited by aggressive women, but he silently swore not to be so docile later on. If he was going to be picked up by a woman in a bar, he was damn well going to let her known who the boss was when the moment of truth arrived.

Marcia lived a few blocks from the bar, and in a matter of minutes they were in her apartment. Marc stood silently to the side as Marcia locked and chained the door.

"All right, lover," she said. "Off with your pants. Marcia is ready to start eating dick."

Marc smiled, but instead of dropping his pants he grabbed Marcia firmly by the shoulders and pulled her tightly toward him.

"Hey, I…" But before she could finish her thought, Marc clamped his mouth to hers and dropped his hands to her buttocks. She had a full woman's ass, and Marc pressed it toward him, grinding his own eager crotch against hers. Her mouth tasted good as she stopped fighting and submitted to her own oral lust. As her passion began to peak, Marc pulled his mouth away in a gesture of dominance.

"You'll eat cock, all right," he said, "but you'll eat it when I'm good and ready."

He slid his hands under the skirt and discovered that he had been right in his guess about the panties. His hands were greeted not by a wisp of material but by firm woman's flesh. He cupped the warm cheeks in his hands, still forcing her to do a slow tight grind in front. As her breathing grew heavier, he knew that she was no longer the one in control. "Unzip me," she whispered urgently. He bit her lip and pushed his tongue hard into her mouth to remind her that she was no longer giving the orders. She winced, and he felt strangely repaid for the painful squeeze which she had given him back at the bar.

He removed one of his hands from her ass and quickly unzipped her skirt. Roughly, he tugged it down and, even before the skirt touched the ground, hungrily grabbed a handful of crotch. Marcia shuddered as Marc busily kneaded her buttocks with his left hand as his right hand squeezed and stroked her damp pubes. His middle finger easily found its way into her cunt, and it slid about easily as her smooth inner walls began to coat the intruding finger with its sticky juices. Marcia's eyes were tightly closed now, and her tongue tried hard to work out her need inside Marc's mouth. They were both breathing to the rhythm of Marc's fingerfuck now. Marcia pulled away to gasp for air.

"Don't stop!" she cried breathlessly. "Oh God, please don't stop!"

Something about the way she said please excited Marc and filled him with a sense of power. He pushed his finger far up into her cunt. Powerful muscles pulled his finger in deeper and higher as fresh fluids were secreted from her vaginal walls, Marc began to rhythmically bend his finger, and Marcia gasped, pulling him still closer to her. He could feel her huge nipples straining through her clothes as she dropped her hand to his own. Gripping him firmly by the wrist, she pushed his hand far up into her soaking cunt. Little squealing sounds emitted from her lips as she sunk her teeth into his ear in her ecstasy.

"I'm going to come!" she screamed. "Oh Jesus don't stop!"

She began to spasm as Marc wiggled two soaked fingers around in her cunt. Her nails dug deeply into his wrist and back as her mind began to rage out of control, and Marc hoped that she would reach her release before the pain she was causing him became unbearable. He stuck his tongue wetly into her ear for good measure. The trick worked!

Marcia moaned as she thrashed about as if trying to swallow up Marc's hand. He was soaked in her natural lubrication as her clutching snatch seemed to open and close with wild abandon. With one last cry of delight, Marcia's body went limp in Marc's arms. She kissed him gratefully on the ear.

"My darling," she whispered with what little breath she could summon, "you are one hell of a fingerfucker!"

Marc moved her to the bed. Compliments were fine, but words were not going to relieve the pressure he felt in his balls.

"Lie back," he commanded. The girl obeyed. Marc dropped his pants. His pride and joy stood out proudly in all its erect glory. Marcia jumped up from the bed and grabbed a fistful of cock. With a show of will-power which surprised himself as much as it surprised Marcia, Marc grasped her wrist and removed it from his organ.

"First I'm going to see those tits," he said. Marcia focused her pretty eyes on Marc's face, tears of frustration beginning to well up from the corners. A defiant smile began to appear at the edges of her mouth as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving Marc's face. When the last button was undone, she held the garment closed over her chest. Complete silence filled the room for a moment as the girl smiled coyly and portentously at Marc.

Then, with a single great shake of her shoulders, Marcia threw the garment onto the bed.

Her breasts were fuller and more glorious than Marc had dared to imagine. The cleavage was deep and glinted with sweat, and the aureoles were tremendous and rich chocolate brown in color. At the tip of each breast was a fully erect nipple easily half an inch long. Marc stood transfixed with admiration for nearly a minute before reaching out to fondle the luscious melons, but Marcia intercepted his hand before it could reach its destination. "Fair's fair!" she pouted.

"What do you mean," Marc demanded. "You had your jollies!"

"That's right," she said. "And now it's your turn." Her face softened into a smile. "My dear horny friend," she said, gently massaging his balls, "you came here for an expert blow job, and an expert blow job you will get!" Marc had to admit that her logic was faultless. "On your back, lover," she ordered. Marc looked a bit resentful, and she immediately understood. She tenderly kissed his inner ear and whispered warmly.

"Please?"

Marc grinned and stretched out on his back. Marcia positioned her ass above his face and slowly lowered her still wet cunt into his mouth.

"Taste that," she suggested, and taste it he did, easily sliding his tongue into the damp crevice. He noticed for the first time that her wiry wet pubic hairs were exactly the same golden color as the short blonde hair on her head. He was about to comment on it when he suddenly found himself gasping for breath.

With a single mighty swoop, Marcia had engulfed the entirety of Marc's throbbing shaft in her wet mouth. Without the gentle teasing preliminaries which Marc had expected, she was gulping and swallowing at his cock as if she wanted it down her throat. Marc decided to oblige her. Still licking at her sweet juicy cunt, he plunged his own pelvis forward and upward. The girl moaned, and the exhalation of her breath sent a wave of ecstasy through Marc's body. He began to bounce up and down on the bed in rhythm to her sucking. Her passion increased as she sucked still harder, her lips tightly pursed over the head of Marc's instrument. Her hands were now gently rubbing his balls as her head moved back and forth, back and forth over the smooth undersurface of Marc's cock. He in turn had grabbed two great handfuls of spongy tit and was massaging the pointy nipples in rhythm with the ball massage which he was receiving. The two of them lay there, licking and stroking and sucking and rubbing as all sense of time vanished from their fevered brains.

Somewhere, a bell was ringing. Marc assumed that it was in his head, but he fell suddenly back to reality as Marcia released her vice-like grip on his now pulsing cock. Reluctantly, he removed his tongue from her luscious hairpie to speak.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"The telephone," she said, "I have to answer the telephone!"

"Fuck the telephone," he insisted. "I was about to come!"

"So sorry, angel," she apologized sincerely, "but business has to come first."

Marc lay there in frustrated silence as the woman rolled off of him and picked up the telephone receiver.

"Hello… Yes… Yes, doctor… Right away. Bye!"

Marc sat up in disbelief as Marcia got up, rushed over to the closet, and began to get dressed in a nurse's uniform.

He had never seen a bra that big before! "What's going on?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry. Believe me, I'm as sorry I have to leave as you are, but duty calls and I have to get over to the hospital right away."

Marc put a hand on his aching cock. Marcia giggled.

"I'd ask you to drive me, but it doesn't look like you'd be able to get your pants on."

Marcia finished dressing and kissed the angry head of Marc's cock quickly but wetly.

"There's paper and pencils in the kitchen. Leave me your address and your phone number. I'll make it up to you as soon as I possibly can."

Keys in hand, she gently kissed Marc on the lips one last time and firmly squeezed his organ. "I promise," she said, sweeping out of the door.

Marc sat silently on the edge of the bed as he heard the apartment door lock behind her.

And now it was a new morning, and Marcia, alias Nurse Bigtits, was on her way over to make it up to him. Well, he was certainly ready for her.

Marc looked in the mirror and saw a tired looking man with a tremendous erection looking back at him. He wearily shook his head in dismay and went to the bathroom to clean up. Quickly showering and shaving, Marc began to feel like a new man. His erection had mercifully collapsed in the shower, but it now began to sneak back as he thought of burying his face between those massive boobs and finally popping his rocks into Bigtits' golden snatch. He just finished brushing his teeth as the doorbell rang.

Marc put on his robe and attempted to assemble a last minute strategy. His aching cock reminded him that this was no time for subtlety. She was a horny woman eager to be fucked and he was a horny man more than eager to fuck her. He would open the door, tear her clothes off, and shove his stiff shaft hard and fast into her waiting pussy. He breathed harder, imagining filling her body with his own hot come.

But when he opened the door, he was met by a rather startling surprise. Instead of seeing the beloved Bigtits he saw a young man and woman who appeared rather startled to be greeted by a man wearing only a robe and a giant erection. The young woman was his sister Steffi.