Well-Stuffed Melons - Part 8 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 ELEVEN - STUFF AND NONSENSE!

"Of course," Melanie (that's me) declares in a simpering voice, "I would love to come back to your house, Rebecca, and work for you as housekeeper. I'm just so delighted that you didn't think anything was going on between Reggie and me, and that you can trust us together."

(OK, I never said it was a great play, only an extremely popular one.)

Rebecca smiled back at me, enigmatically (or that's what the script said, anyway - Helen's smile was more sardonic). She thrust her pointed tits towards me (she was back in clothes, again, whereas I was still wearing my "curtain"). "I'm certain you're extremely good with Reggie, in all senses of the word. But this will allow me to get on with my other interests." Rebecca smiled at Steve and Phil, then switched her gaze back to me, looked me up and down and said, "And you really must give me the name of your dressmaker."

Lights and Curtain.

"M-o-r-e!" "Y-e-e-e-s-s-s!" "M-o-r-e!"

Rapturous applause from the audience, whilst we hurriedly prepare to come on to the stage one-by-one, to receive our credits. As leading character, I naturally appear last, and the audience went absolutely wild when they saw I was still wearing my imaginary curtain.

I strode up to the front and took a deep bow, then moved back to hold hands with Reggie on my right and Phil on my left. We swept forward as a group to take a bow, and then my imaginary curtain fell off, and I tried to make a grab for it, but the other two wouldn't release my hands and I had to carry on naked as we walked backwards to the rear of the stage. I had my elbows bent in to try to hide my breasts, and my legs crossed to hide my pussy.

The audience went ballistic, rising to their feet as one, shouting and stamping and clapping. We swept forward again, and this time I managed to get my hands released, pick up my curtain from where I'd dropped it, wrap it around my torso and quickly secure it under my arm. But as we swept back again, hand in hand, I realised my right breast was protruding though the join. And so the frolics continued for at least another ten minutes, until finally the cheering started to die down, and the curtains closed for the final time.

We all turned and hugged and kissed each other, and I couldn't help noticing that Geoff gave my tit a nice squeeze as we did so. I didn't mind, and I don't think Jane did either, for she gave me a great big wink.

***

Most of the others had departed, and Jane had just gone to the toilet, leaving me with Geoff, who was shutting everything down, and locking up. I had slipped on my kimono, and loosely fastened a knot in the belt at the waist. Since Geoff and every other member of the cast had seen every inch of my body for several weeks on end, I didn't feel at all self-conscious that the garment was open to the waist, and barely concealed my nipples. I had my coat over my arm ready for when we left, since I didn't think the other residents of Bramcombe would be so understanding.

"What's that?" I asked him, nodding towards the black box he held in his hand.

"This?" He held the remote up in the air and pointed towards one of the banks of floodlights still illuminating the stage. "It's the remote we use to control the auto-effects."

He pressed a button on the remote, and simultaneously the floodlights were extinguished, my nipples collapsed, and my breasts felt totally lifeless, as though they'd been given an enormous dose of anaesthetic.

"In the old days," he continued, "we used to have a man in a booth at the rear controlling the lights, but now we have all the systems linked up to computer-controlled sensors, and we simply have to cue events by using the remote.

"It's funny," he went on, "but I thought I'd lost this remote and I'd have to order another one from the suppliers. Then it turned up at home that day when you came round. It must have been behind that hall table since the day we finished The Merchant."

He pointed the remote at another bank of floodlights, as he added, "Why do you ask?"

As he pressed the button, my nipples went "Zing!" and stood out like cherries, then he pressed another button and my breasts came back to life with a vengeance, just as he was turning back to face me.

"Bugger me!" Geoff was staring transfixed at my protruding rosebuds. He gave whistle of admiration, and I felt his breath on my breasts. Deep inside me, something stirred; something that was totally unexpected.

"U-g-g-h!" I gasped. "I think I'm going to have an orgasm."

"Fucking Hell!" he said and then, as my breath started to come in great big gulps, he gave a great big "Phew!"

Again, I felt his breath running over the front of my boobs and tickling my nipples, and that deep feeling inside me was taking over my whole body.

"Oh my God," I gasped, then "Oh yes! Yes! Oh God! YES! Y-E-E-E-S-S-S!"

"Why you fucking dirty bleeder," Jane said to Geoff. "Can't I trust you for a second?"

She threw a punch at him, and caught him right under the chin. As he fell backwards, his arms flew out and the remote sailed up in the air, and out over the auditorium. Still only partway through my orgasm, I didn't notice Geoff landing flat on his back, totally unconscious, as the limited concentration I had was fixed on the remote which I thought might just land on the second row of seats.

It missed, hit the concrete walkway and smashed into a dozen parts.

"Wow, that's fucked it," Jane said, and I could feel her breath tickling against my breasts, and something stirring again, deep inside. She glanced down at me and whistled, just as Geoff had done a minute before. "You're looking fucking horny."

"Oh Jesus!" I said. "It's starting again."

I grabbed her shoulders for support, and started to moan, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh..." And then I could feel Jane's wet tongue on my breast, tracing a delicate path towards my nipple, and I was in absolute paradise.