Well-Stuffed Melons - Part 4 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 SEVEN - GEOFF STUFFS ME

"You know, you can't fool me, Charlie."

Carol and I had spent a fantastic afternoon together, and she'd even made time to throw some ingredients into a pan to create a great meal for the three of us, when Geoff came home at six-thirty. Geoff had not been particularly happy about opening my wine rather than drinking his home made piss, but Carol had put it on ice so it was difficult for him to refuse. And we'd drunk the bottle over the course of a really nice meal, with Carol sitting on my right side, her hand frequently sneaking under the table and up my skirt, stroking my inner thighs, whilst Geoff sat opposite, and stared at my breasts.

The problem was, I hadn't been able to find my remote control after I'd knocked it off the hall-table; my nipples were still protruding like rosebuds, and they were still incredibly sensitive. I wasn't quite certain what sensitivity setting they were on, but I guessed it must be a seven or eight. Which meant that every time I moved, they felt great, and the way that Geoff was aroused by them, made me feel even better - almost randy, I thought to myself.

"Hang on girl," I said to myself, "you do not want to have sex with a bloke." But every joggle of my breasts sent feelings through me that contradicted that. I wanted more sex!

After Geoff had offered to run me home, and had gone to get his car-keys, I'd had a surreptitious look for the remote behind the hall-table but couldn't see it, and then Carol had come through to give me a parting kiss.

"I'm sorry about Geoff staring at you like that," she said. "It's a real pain whenever he meets a woman with largish breasts for the first time. He was just the same with Louise. When she came to us for Christmas, I suggested she gave him a breast-job to get it all out the way. Worked fine. After that, he hardly gave her a second glance."

"You mean," I said, rather incredulously, "you didn't mind Geoff and Louise..."

She smiled. "Men get these fixations," she said. "The longer it goes on, the more pressure builds up. The best thing is to simply release the safety valve, and the problem's solved. You could try it with Geoff if you think he's a real pain. I shan't mind."

Geoff then came into the hallway, having found his keys and we left, without my remote. I decided I'd ring up Carol the following day, and ask if she could look for it. And so, we were in the car when Geoff had turned round to me and told me I couldn't fool him. After the way he'd stared at me over dinner, I was not quite so ready to believe I'd been discovered as I had been with Carol. So, my answer was more cautious.

"Why's that Geoff?"

"This act you have, trying to make out you're a lesbian, so that I won't be attracted to you. I can see straight through it. The way you kept wriggling and gasping at the dinner table, I could see that you were incredibly excited by the way I was looking at you."

If only he'd known what his wife's hand had been doing to cause my wriggling and gasping.

"Even now, I can see how aroused you are by the way your nipples are poking through your clothes."

There was no denying that. In this warm weather, I hadn't even got a coat that I could pull around me to hide my thumb-sized nipples.

"Anyway, there's no lesbian alive that can resist proper sex with a man, when she's offered the chance." He smirked at me. "And I'm offering you a chance."

I was in a quandary. Two days ago, I'd been a heterosexual bloke - not homophobic, but I always made quite certain that my sexuality was never in question. This afternoon, I'd had lesbian sex with Carol, and even after all that, I was still feeling incredibly randy. I guessed that since my recent orgasms had not discharged any semen, I was still sexed-up like a bitch on heat; the way my nipples and breasts were continually arousing me was making my position so much worse. But having sex with Geoff? There are limits, and not even many women would want to go that far.

The thought hit me like a sledgehammer. Having sex with Geoff is exactly what I'd be doing on the stage, now he was playing the part of Reggie, and I the part of Melanie! Holy Shit! Of course, I reasoned, that was exactly why Carol had decided to have lesbian sex with Charlotte, so that she knew how to play the part on the stage. Well, I was nothing if not professional. If I had to gird my loins and go through the motions of sex with Geoff on stage, then I had to go through the real thing in advance.

"You can come in for a coffee when we get to Charles's place," I said, "and don't assume that means anything more than coffee." Of course not!

***

We never got anywhere near the coffee pot. His hands were all over my breasts as soon as we got through the door, and it just felt so good that my blouse and bra were off within thirty seconds, and he was licking and sucking my nipples. Bliss!

I reached for his trousers and could feel his prick pushing against my hands as I pulled the zip down, unfastened the belt and then pulled down trousers and underpants so that his prick came rearing up to meet me. I knelt down in front of it so I could look at it carefully. This was the first prick I'd been in close contact with (apart from mine) since the school showers. To be honest, it wasn't as frightening as I'd imagined: actually quite a bit smaller than my own, I thought, with not a little pride.

I cupped one of his balls in my hand and - yes, I could hardly believe I was doing it - stuck out my tongue and ran it along his shaft, from testicle to hood, and then licked all around the rim. From the noises Geoff started to make, I thought he might be about to instantly ejaculate, which would have defeated my objective, so I pulled him down to the carpet, and he pushed me backwards and quickly moved between my legs.

Three wonderful licks on each nipple, and I was anyone's! I didn't even make the pretence of stopping him as he moved up my body and positioned himself for the thrust into me, although I did wonder whether he would notice anything unusual about my vagina.

His dick was so pleasantly small, I barely felt him slip inside me and then he was ramming it home, thrusting with a mad passion that I found quite erotic, especially as it caused my breasts to wobble like jellies, sending further shivers around my body. Then his prick touched my spot!

"A-a-a-w-w-w!" I bucked like a mad bronco, and Geoff had to cling on to avoid getting thrown. But then he was thrusting again against my spot, and again, and I could feel my climax starting to build, and build, and... and his prick slipped out. Damn!

I hurriedly reached down to help him shove it back in as quickly as he could, but he was already on his knees, pulling up his trousers and standing up. "That was bloody good, Melanie. You are one, hot sex-bomb, and I told you I'd give you a fantastic orgasm. I'd better get back to Carol now, or she might suspect I've been gone too long. See you."

The door slammed before I could even beg him to use his tongue to bring me off, and I was left hopelessly trying to find that same spot that Carol and Geoff had located with such effect to give such fantastic joy in the one case, and endless frustration in the other. But my spot was as elusive then as it had been the previous evening.