[Previous] [Next] [Hitlist] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 9 of 35 Subject: E+ Club 1/2 From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org Date: 1996/12/06 Message-Id: <2898075855@f26.n340.z1.ftn> X-Mail2news-User: Tommy%f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org X-Ftn-Flags: PVT TRN X-Ftn-Tearline: NaNoSPaM+ 0.05 X-Mail2news-Path: mail.spydernet.com!network);!hades.spydernet.com!arakis.spydernet.com!f13.n340.z1.fidonet.org!f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org X-Ftn-Via: Squish/386 1.11 1:340/303, Fri Dec 06 1996 at 12:43 UTC X-Ftn-Sender: "Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories The THC Adult Text Archive: E-PLUS1.TXT (303 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. Note: I did not write any of these stories. They are being posted from the archive as a public service only - any copyrights belong to the authors. See the footer for important information. ========================================================================== 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..." < CONTINUED > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please don't send requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on disk. Send a blank email to adultarc@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org for more information. Authors wishing to have files added to or removed from the THC Public archive should contact me at: tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org. Please refer comments to alt.sex.stories.d or to e-mail. 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