Well-Stuffed Melons - Part 3 of 8
by Charlotte Dickles

SYNOPSIS

Just who was it who'd suggested the title for the next performance of the amateur dramatic group? Because when the lead actress drops out, it leaves a vacancy for a big-busted woman to prance naked on the stage, which nobody wants to fill. Fortunately, being a lead actress is not all work and no play.

The complete story has been serialised into eight parts which will be published at approximately daily intervals.

Author's Note: This story is a light-hearted, cross-dressing romp and contains various adult elements including adultery, heterosexual and homosexual acts, and humour. If reading about such themes is illegal or not to your taste, then please do not do it, or don't come moaning to me about it afterwards! It was first published on Fictionmania several years ago, and has now been modified. The first part, which sets the scene, is far longer than the other seven.

CHAPTER SIX - CAROL LIKES STUFFING

"Hello Charlie."

"Hi Carol." I handed over a bottle of wine I'd extracted from my cellar. "I brought this to go with the meal."

"Oh, you shouldn't have. Come in."

When we were in the lounge, Carol turned to me and hesitated slightly, opened her mouth as though to speak and then closed it again. Finally, she said, "The thing is... well... this is a bit embarrassing."

"Oh-oh," I thought, "she's seen through me."

Carol finally plucked up her courage to speak. "The thing is, Charlie, you can't fool me. I mean, it doesn't give me a problem at all. In fact, I think it's great - just what we need for this performance."

I shrugged, indicating it was a fair cop. "What was it gave me away? The way I moved... or spoke... or what?"

Carol thought for a moment and then shook her head. "No, it wasn't any of those things. It was the way you looked daggers at Geoff and Alan... No, actually, it wasn't even how you looked at those two. I mean, the way they were leering at you, yours was quite a normal reaction. No, it was the way you looked at us four women - seeing us as..." she smiled, "...sex objects. I could sense you clocking me, wondering what I was like, naked." Another smile. "I rather liked that."

"Well, thanks for telling me, Carol. Louise knows, of course, but the others don't have to know, do they?"

She shook her head. "Of course not, although some of them will almost certainly work it out for themselves. I wouldn't have mentioned it, but I thought about how useful it would be for me."

"Useful? For you?"

Carol looked embarrassed. "Well, yes. You know, because of my part. I thought you might give me some advice - some of your... experience."

I was totally lost. "How, exactly?"

"Well, you've read through the script, haven't you?"

I nodded.

"Well... my part... I'm a lesbian."

I was still lost. What on earth was she talking about? Perhaps a bit of sarcasm might spur her into being more specific. "You want me to give you some advice about being a lesbian?"

"Yes. Of course." Another nervous smile. "I mean, I haven't really taken a lot of interest in exactly what it is you do to each other, so I thought... And well, with deeply personal things, it's easier talking to someone I've only just met than a close friend. I thought you could show me a few moves and I'd then know what to do on the stage. Obviously, Louise and I won't be having full-blown lesbian sex on the stage, but if I knew what I was pretending to do, it would be..."

And on she nervously twittered for another five minutes whilst I gathered together my thoughts. She believed I was a lesbian - in other words, a FEMALE! Hell! That was a compliment to my acting abilities.

She wanted ME to give HER advice about what lesbians do to each other! Hell! That was a challenge.

On the other hand, I knew the things a man could do to a woman to satisfy her, and only a few of those involved the use of a cock.

But wouldn't that be taking terrible advantage of my secret role? I thought for a moment. In this disguise, I hadn't even been able to masturbate for two days and it was starting to feel like it. Bloody hell, taking advantage of Carol was just what I needed at the moment!

I took a deep breath. "You said you liked it," I interrupted her wittering, "when you thought I was wondering what you were like naked."

That shut her up. She nodded, shyly, embarrassed.

"Well Carol, you were absolutely right. I was visualising you naked. Have you been doing the same? About me, that is."

She blushed, and looked downwards.

"Because, Carol, there's a very simple way for us to find out what we are each like when we're naked."

"Look, I'm not a lesbian," she explained. "It's just professional interest. I want to play my part as well as I can."

"Then you must experience it, Carol." I stood before her, staring into her eyes. "Undo the buttons on my blouse, Carol, and then you'll be able to see for yourself what my body's like."

She nervously lifted her hands to the highest button on my blouse that was fastened, and they were shaking as she undid it, exposing the deep valley of my cleavage. God, I felt incredibly horny, and I hadn't even done anything with my remote control.

"Now the next button, Carol."

Her hands weren't shaking this time, but moved with rather more haste; I didn't have to tell her to undo the others; she moved down my blouse, her hands becoming more and more frantic as she pulled my blouse open and pushed it off my shoulders. I kept my arms straight, so that it slid straight down to the floor.

Carol paused then, staring mesmerised at my tits contained within my large bra. It gave me time to reach for my handbag from the side-table where I'd left it as I came in. I surreptitiously slipped out the remote control and placed it on the table next to my bag.

"You can undo my bra, now, Carol."

She stepped closer so that her tits pushed against mine (mmmm, that felt good), and reached underneath my arms and around behind my back, and released my bra. Then she stepped back, pulling the bra with it, and I let it fall down my arms and onto the floor.

Still she stared at my breasts, firmer than any woman of my size could expect to have. Without moving the rest of my body and breaking the spell it had on her, I reached sideways and touched the remote on the table, feeling my way across the buttons to the spot where I knew the red button would be.

Zing! Out those nipples popped, turning from slight, pink undulations into beautiful, protruding, purple rosebuds. Even I felt incredibly stimulated, and I knew they were false. I didn't have to tell Carol what to do. She lifted her hands to cup both breasts, letting the thumbs play with my nipples.

I'd currently got the sensitivity of the Bustlets at their lowest setting, as I'd found it quite distracting walking around all day, feeling my breasts jiggling about inside my blouse. Now I desperately needed to feel Carol's hands on them. My fingers flipped over the buttons on the remote, trying to work out which was the right button. In the end, I had to guess. As I stabbed at the button, the remote slid sideways and fell behind the table.

But it had done the trick. I could feel Carol's breath on my breasts, although since that hadn't caused me to orgasm, as Louise had indicated it might, I assumed I wasn't on maximum sensitivity. Still, as Carol rolled my nipples between finger and thumb, I gasped - in pain or pleasure, I wasn't quite sure.

"Sorry, I'm behaving just like Geoff does. Is this better?" She moved her mouth down to my left nipple and her tongue flicked out and gave me a long, slow stroke.

"O-o-o-h-h-h!" There was no question that was absolutely unadulterated pleasure.

She sucked my nipple inside her mouth continuing to work it with her tongue.

"Oh Jesus!" I was getting so horny, but there wasn't a trace of an erection. Definitely very weird!

"My turn." I took her head between my hands and lifted it away from my breasts, until I could kiss her full on the lips, and then slip my tongue inside her, and play with her tongue. And whilst we played like that, my hands slipped down her blouse undoing the buttons as they went, and then pushing the blouse off her shoulders in just the same way she had done to me. Her bra was hitting the floor seconds later, and then we broke off the kiss.

"Oh God, Charlie! I've only had five minutes as a lesbian and already it's a thousand times better than any man has ever given me."

"That's what it's all about, Carol; sex which is far better than any you'll ever get with a man."

I pushed her slightly away from me so that I could look at her properly. Geoff had been far less than complimentary about Carol's sagging breasts. OK, they weren't as perfect as my own, but then hers were real and mine weren't. They certainly looked pretty good to me. And it was my turn to go to work on her.

I sank my mouth to her breasts, and gave her the slow licks that had been driving me wild seconds before. She started to gasp under my administration, and already I was releasing the waistband and zip on her skirt and letting it drop to the floor. She had on stockings and suspender belt, but no panties. I pushed her backwards onto her settee, spread her legs and put my mouth to their join - recently shaved, I noted with approval. Tiny licks to each of side of her opening, making her gasp with excitement, slowly, very, very slowly working towards her most precious of points.

It probably took me five or ten minutes to reach it, but then I only had to give her clitoris one stroke of my tongue before she started to orgasm, with an intensity I had rarely achieved with a woman before. I guessed that in the past, I had been too intent on quickly proceeding to the next stage in our coupling, to spend those extra minutes that were really needed to so completely pleasure her. The downside was that, with my new genitals in place, I suspected I wouldn't be reaching the same level of enjoyment that I normally enjoyed as a man. In which case, I reasoned there was really no reason to bring her orgasm to a conclusion.

Her orgasm went on for ages, and it really was a pleasure serving her. Finally, I let her come down from her peak, and after a few minutes more, she was able to prop herself up from her reclining position, and look at me with the widest grin on her face I could possibly have imagined.

"Thank you! Thank you! Oh, thank you Charlie. That was wonderful!"

She reached forward to kiss me, her tongue slipping inside my mouth this time, tasting her own juices.

"But you silly woman," she muttered between the kisses. "You've introduced me to all the pleasures of lesbian sex, without letting me learn how to pleasure you. Now, I think it's your turn." She slid off the settee pushing me backwards onto the carpet, and she ended up astride me.

She lowered her face to me, her tongue protruding, and we kissed some more, playfully, before she raised herself and swivelled her body right round, so she was kneeling on my shoulders, her pussy above my face, and lowering herself towards my lower half, whilst conveniently placing her pussy within licking distance of my tongue.

"Just say if I'm not going about it right, won't you?"

How she expected me to speak when her pussy was wrapped around my mouth was a mystery, but then it didn't really matter. After all, with my genitals pasted away somewhere, without a trace of an erection, there was no chance of me being pleasured. Still I had to go through the motions.

"Ah!" I gasped.

"I've haven't touched you yet."

Ooops! I thought I'd better wait a bit until I was certain she was applying her tongue.

"A-a-h-h!" Hell! I could feel her tongue on me now. A kind of hesitant stroke, along the left side of my... well, I really wasn't quite certain.

"O-o-h-h!" Now her tongue was stroking the right side of that same part.

"A-a-a-g-g-g-h-h-h!" Jesus! I didn't know which part of me her tongue was touching now, but it was incredibly sensitive.

"Oh, I think I might have reached the nice bit," she said, and she pressed her tongue against it again, and kind of wriggled it about.

Woosh! In an instant, I was bucking upwards in an orgasm that was so intense that I thought I might explode. She clung on, and her tongue worked against me some more. In desperation, I drove my tongue against her clitoris and suddenly the two of us were into an orgasm that was like no joint orgasm I'd ever had before. Orgasms last for twenty seconds. Ours went on and on and on - minute after wonderful minute of wonderful orgasmic fucking, and not a prick in sight!

At the end of it, we were bathed in sweat, looking at each other as only two mutually satisfied lovers can. Almost without speaking, we picked each other up and went upstairs to the bathroom, stripped off the rest of our clothes and stepped into the shower. And started our next round of wonderful lesbian sex!