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Tuesday AM, January 12, 1999

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Filename: pillows.txt
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subject: LonelyBob, Fluffy Pillows, part#1/1

Story_codes: M/F Huge Breasts

Story_intro: 
Fluffy Pillows

You can really come across some big things in a pen-pal club. I mean the 44D
kind. I hadn't had too much luck upon the singles circuit recently, so I signed up
with one of those organizations where you send a description of your interests

and get matched up with a doll of like persuation. I wasn't afraid to answer
"sex" to the profile question about hob-bies, and when that first letter and photo
came from Los Angeles, I knew I was get-ting into something big.
	You see, big jugs are my fetish, and Amy certainly had more than her share.
We exchanged a few more photos and let-ters. I must have really set her off with
one of my more steamy ones, 'cause her response was a telegram reading, "Fly to
my side." The next weekend I did.
	She met me at the L.A. Airport. Riding back to her place in her tiny Triumph, I
was able to get a good close look at those bouncers while she concentrated upon the
road. There was little else to see inbetween Amy's neck and thighs besides those
fab-ulous boobs. She was wearing a T-shirt that read, "Third International Balloon
Race." International is a pretty long word, especially when it's stretched all the way
from one tit to the other. She really filled out that shirt.

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Fluffy Pillows

You can really come across some big things in a pen-pal club. I mean the 44D
kind. I hadn't had too much luck upon the singles circuit recently, so I signed up
with one of those organizations where you send a description of your interests

and get matched up with a doll of like persuation. I wasn't afraid to answer
"sex" to the profile question about hob-bies, and when that first letter and photo
came from Los Angeles, I knew I was get-ting into something big.
	You see, big jugs are my fetish, and Amy certainly had more than her share.
We exchanged a few more photos and let-ters. I must have really set her off with
one of my more steamy ones, 'cause her response was a telegram reading, "Fly to
my side." The next weekend I did.
	She met me at the L.A. Airport. Riding back to her place in her tiny Triumph, I
was able to get a good close look at those bouncers while she concentrated upon the
road. There was little else to see inbetween Amy's neck and thighs besides those
fab-ulous boobs. She was wearing a T-shirt that read, "Third International Balloon
Race." International is a pretty long word, especially when it's stretched all the way
from one tit to the other. She really filled out that shirt.
	At her apartment we had sandwiches and beer and talked, mostly about the
stuff in our letters. Pretty soon, though, a sort of tension started to develope. I could
sense that Amy didn't want any more talk, and neither did I.
	She made no protest when I leaned forward to kiss her. Already I was being
pressured by those huge breasts. I guess she wanted me to feel at home in L.A.
when she turned, winked and headed for the bedroom. I was right behind.
	While I cleaned up int the bathroom, Amy had gotten undressed, turned down
the light and lit a candle. Her head was at the foot of the bed, toward me as I came
across the bedroom. She was totally nude and face up. I should say breasts up, 
be-cause they were what I noticed first-two big mounds, perfectly round. The 
nip-ples rose straight up like two large thim-bles. I was amazed at how those breasts
kept such a marvelousse shape.
	I moved to the foot of the bed, and my erection was coming on real strong. It
projected toward her face, sort of point-ing the way. Amy reached up with both
hands and touched the sides of my thighs. I crouched down a bit so that my dong
was hanging over her. The smile never left her lips. She just opened her mouth
and stretched her tongue to barely touch my penis near the base. And with a slow
movement of her head she was able to run her tongue my full length, right to
the tip.
	I leaned forward and placed my hands upon the bed, one at the side of each breast.
I wanted to grab at them, but the way I was crouched I had to fall forward and
catch myself. That left my dick hanging over her head, that was at the very end
of the bed.
	Bent over, I was in just the right posi-tion for her to take it into her mouth.
Ever so gently I slid it in deeper and deeper. She rolled her lips over her teeth
and pursed them into a circle. What with me moving up and down and Amy mov-ing
her head from side to side, we had a nice little action going. By now my prick
was really getting hard.
	Amy released me and spun around upon the bed. I moved forward upon my hands
and knees, straddling her. Ever so gently I rested my butt upon her thighs. My hands
were free now, and I brought them along her waist and up her sides. I gathered her
succulent breasts and closed them to-gether. My hands were atleast a foot
apart, and there was solid flesh inbetween. I moved my hands up and over each
breast, grasping those ponderous moun-tains and gently squeezing and pressing
with each finger.
	Amy bent her knees, pulled them to her chest and then stretched them out
beside me. Now I was in the classic posi-tion. I bent forward and let my face fall
forward toward her curly cunt hair. She flexed her buttocks a few times, and 
that marvelous snatch rose to meet my out-stretched tongue.
	Like a dog in heat, I licked from the cheeks of her butt right up to her clit.
I kept my tongue hard and wide. Each time, she seemed to open abit wider.
Then I rolled my tongue into a curl, and with my mouth and lips relaxed, pressed
home my minid prick.
	Raising my head, I tried to see her face. Those marvelous mounds were 
obstruct-ing the view. Slowly I kissed and licked my way North. Coming up inbetween those tits,
I pressed my face into them. Now rock hard, it was easy to press my hips forward
and let my cock search for the place. Amy was moving also. She raised her pelvis
until at last I could feel the penetration. She was easy to enter, so I slid it in 
inch by inch until I hit bottom.
	The most marvelous squeeze envel-oped my prick. Slowly I backed out as far
as I dared, and then with a mighty thrust I rammed it in. Not to be outdone, she
came up to meet the next thrust and the one after that ...and the next and the next.
Sliding upon her pillowlike bosom, I was able to keep a rhythm that grew
stronger and stronger as we both came in a dual climax.
	What a wonderful way to come, riding those big things into the Los Angeles
night. One thing was certain: Amy and I were going to be more than pen pals.
								-D. T.
							Toledo, Ohio

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